The figure staring back from the mirror no longer held even a trace of masculinity. He had looked girlish before, but now his features had become unnaturally sweet; his cheeks had softened, and his eyeshes had grown so long they cast heavy shadows over his wide, feline eyes.

  If I told anyone I was a guy now… they’d probably burst out ughing, he thought bitterly, feeling shame choke his throat. Even to him, looking at this perfectly feminine reflection, it was becoming harder to hold onto the thought of his own manhood.

  His gaze drifted lower, toward his chest. With trembling fingers, he cupped himself from below, feeling a soft, distinct weight in his palms.

  “They... they grew,” he whispered in disbelief.

  Before, he knew he had breasts, but they had been so small he could almost forget them. Now, however, Neko’s hands were resting on a full B-cup. They were significantly rger now, clearly defined, and fit his silhouette perfectly.

  He looked further down at his waist - it had narrowed even more, creating a tempting curve, while his buttocks had become fuller and more rounded. In a panic, he grabbed at the pink cage and felt the familiar squeeze on his small member.

  Thank God... it’s still here, he thought with gargantuan relief, closing his eyes for a moment.

  With a heavy sigh, he turned away from the mirror, unable to bear the sight of his transformation any longer. He approached the massive marble tub and began setting the control panels exactly as Lilith had taught him. As the water began to steam, Neko slowly stepped inside, feeling the thick, pearly foam cling to his petite shoulders.

  “Ahhh...” he murmured as the warm, almost oily water enveloped his delicate skin. The heat immediately began to loosen his taut muscles.

  It felt incredible. During these baths, it always felt as if every drop of water was a caress - one that his body now subconsciously and desperately craved. It was as if his systemic talent, [Ethereal Addiction], was demanding any form of touch, even from the water itself.

  Neko arched slightly, basking in the rexation, but suddenly felt the weight of his new breasts pressing against his chest. He looked down at them, swaying beneath the yer of foam.

  “They really are pretty...” he admitted in a whisper, feeling a prick of guilt. “But I’d still rather not have them...”

  He let out a heavy sigh and pushed the thoughts aside, sinking deeper. He knew this was the only moment of peace he would get today.

  ***

  Lilith strode with a confident step through the vast dining hall, illuminated by the glow of magical candebras. The maids present in the hall immediately halted their preparations and bowed low, their foreheads nearly touching the floor.

  Lilith’s gaze swept across the table: six long, intricately carved chairs waited for her spouses, while at the very head, upon a slight dais, stood her own throne. She sat with a natural, predatory grace and dismissed the servants with a careless flick of her wrist.

  “You may serve,” she commanded curtly, her voice echoing off the high ceiling.

  Despite the exquisite dishes beginning to appear before her, Lilith didn’t even gnce at the food. Her mind was still circling the events of the previous night.

  Yesterday’s py with Neko... was merely a delicious appetizer before the true main course, she thought, a faint smile pying on her lips. I’d love to see him right now, cowering in that sweet new outfit I ordered for him... but I must restrain myself. Not just yet.

  Her smile grew darker, filled with desire. Just then, the silence of the hall was shattered by the loud, rhythmic cck of heels. Lilith didn't need to turn around to know who was approaching.

  But before any of the terrified maids could react, something happened that stole their breath away.

  With a sudden crash, Elizabeth lunged at the throne. With one powerful jerk, she upended the chair along with the Queen sitting in it. Lilith hit the floor, and Elizabeth was instantly over her, pinning her down with her weight. The maids froze, not daring to utter even the softest whisper.

  “Ahnnn!” Lilith groaned loudly as Elizabeth, without hesitation, firmly squeezed her breast while driving a knee deep between her legs, pressing down with brutal force.

  Lilith looked into Elizabeth’s red eyes, seeing a pure, almost maddening hunger within them. She tried to give a mocking smile, even though her heart was hammering under the influence of this sudden, raw aggression radiating from her vampire wife.

  “Oh, Eliza...” Lilith rasped, narrowing her eyes provocatively. “Are you really that jealous over the few moments I spent with my new kitten? I thought I was the insatiable one here, but you look like you want to devour me whole…”

  Elizabeth didn't even let her finish. With a fsh of fury, she sank her fangs into the delicate skin of Lilith’s neck, piercing it with brutal precision.

  “Ahhh-nnngh!” Lilith arched violently, her hands instinctively tightening on Elizabeth’s shoulders. That sudden, sharp pain combined with her lover’s hot tongue, which immediately began pping up the flowing blood, tore another, even louder moan from her throat - one that echoed throughout the hall, which was dead silent with terror.

  Lilith squeezed her eyes shut, feeling a wave of heat spread through her body. Though she tried to maintain the appearance of control, the tremor in her own voice betrayed just how worked up she was.

  “Darling...” Lilith rasped, stroking the back of Elizabeth’s head while blood trailed down her colrbone. “Aren't you going a bit too fast?”

  Elizabeth didn't answer. Instead, without a shred of mercy, she drove her fingers into Lilith’s damp heat, beginning a relentless, rapid pumping. Lilith arched her back, her face lit by a smile of perverse satisfaction. She loved this rough treatment when her wife couldn't even control herself under the influence of her desire.

  Her hand slid lower, finding the outline of the giant penis trapped beneath the shimmering tex of Elizabeth’s pants. She began to rub it slowly, feeling the tension of the material and the hardness of the tool hidden beneath it.

  “Poor thing...” she whispered sweetly, looking into her lover’s eyes. “It must have been so hard for you to endure the whole night, listening to what I was doing with my little kitten, wasn't it?”

  At those words, Elizabeth’s eyes fshed dangerously. She stopped drinking and slowly raised her head, though her fingers didn't stop their work inside Lilith. Her gaze was sharp as a razor, and the aura she radiated made even Lilith feel a shiver down her spine.

  “You’d better prepare yourself, my Lady,” Elizabeth growled, her voice low and devoid of any jest. “Because today is not going to be easy for you. I intend to take everything that is rightfully mine.”

  A stifling silence, heavy with lust, fell over the dining hall, broken only by the wet sound of Elizabeth’s movements and the Demon Queen’s ragged breathing.

  Lilith smiled gently, which was the st thing anyone would expect in such a tense moment. Instead of throwing another malicious remark to further provoke her wife, she took Elizabeth’s face in both hands. Her touch was soothing now, almost reverent, as she began to press delicate, soft kisses against her lips.

  Elizabeth, taken aback by this sudden change of front, froze for a second before responding with the same passion, though her anger began to slowly melt away. Even her hand, still buried inside Lilith, slowed its merciless rhythm, surrendering to this unexpected tenderness.

  Suddenly, their lips parted, and golden sparks fred in Lilith’s eyes. In that same moment, Elizabeth felt a strange tingling - the golden mark that had imprisoned her penis and restricted her own sensations suddenly fred and vanished without a trace.

  She looked at Lilith, who was smiling at her in a way that was no longer mocking, but filled with pride and sweetness. The Demon Queen stroked her wife’s cheek, looking at her with unmasked adoration.

  “You did well, my dear wife,” Lilith whispered, her voice carrying authentic respect.

  Elizabeth snorted, trying to maintain the remnants of her pride, but she didn't push Lilith’s hand away. Seeing this, the Queen felt a warmth in her heart.

  My position as Demon King is important, but they... my wives... they are what give this life meaning, she thought, drawing Elizabeth into another, shorter kiss.

  For them, it is worth destroying entire worlds. It is for them I live, and I will defend them until my st breath.

  “I apologize for my behavior,” she said softly, trailing her thumb over Elizabeth’s lip. “I know you might have felt hurt by how much I focused on the kitten. But you know well that I love it when our games turn rough... I think that’s when you’re at your sweetest. I couldn't help but draw that predatory side out of you.”

  Elizabeth pursed her lips in a grimace that was meant to be stern, but after a moment she let out a heavy sigh, surrendering to Lilith’s aura.

  “This time,” Elizabeth began, locking eyes with her wife, “we are going to do this for as long as I want. Without any interruptions for your new toys.”

  Lilith smiled broadly and nodded with full approval.

  “Agreed,” she replied, her gaze immediately turning more predatory.

  A gargantuan, heavy aura began to emanate from her body, filling the dining hall like a thick fog.

  “Since my beloved wife was so good and patient, I must reward her properly.”

  Suddenly, the aura shifted color to a deep, almost bck violet. The maids still standing by the walls, having not had time to flee their mistresses’ wrath, suddenly felt their knees buckle under the influence of pure, condensed energy of desire.

  A wave of loud, spasmodic moans rolled through the hall. One by one, the demonic servants colpsed to the ground, their eyes rolling back under the weight of the unimaginable stimution carried by Lilith’s power. Every single one of them suffered an orgasm so powerful that their minds simply shut down, leaving them unconscious on the marble floor.

  Elizabeth also groaned, feeling the power strike her own senses, but she grit her teeth, trying to maintain her composure.

  “Lilith...” Elizabeth choked out, looking at the battlefield around them. “Didn't you go too far? That could have permanently damaged their brains...”

  Lilith only shrugged with a light smile, as if the fate of the servants was the st thing she would ever worry about.

  “If so, I’ll simply repce them,” she murmured carelessly. Her hands traveled up, gripping Elizabeth’s breasts through the shimmering tex. “We have much more important things on our minds right now, don't you think?”

  Before Elizabeth could answer, the air in the dining hall shimmered with the magic of teleportation. Both women vanished in a fraction of a second, leaving the hall in absolute silence, save for a few unconscious maids lying on the floor, from whose panties fluids were still leaking, their faces masks of absolute ecstasy.