I loathe Valentine's Day. I didn't used to until last year, when my freaking OTP was horribly killed on that day! Now, I can never associate the holiday with love again. Thanks, Rooster Teeth!
No matter. In my worlds, Pyrrha is alive and Arkos will never die! So, here's the next chapter of this lovely tentacle piece, where Pyrrha is totally fine and the only thing that needs to be overcome is the curse of obliviousness hovering over these two idiots.
Disclaimer: My fanfictions are meant to service people's fantasies, and should not be used as a guide for real sex. Always research safe sexual practices.
He was leaning over her, his form blocking out the room, his voice blocking out any unnecessary thoughts. Blue eyes that were filled with love and longing looked down at her. He moved closer, brushing his lips tenderly against hers. One of his hands slowly explored her naked body, softly caressing every inch of skin. The other kept him propped up, so that his chest just barely touched hers.
Pyrrha eagerly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, deepening the gentle kiss and pulling him flush against her. She was tingling all over, and the warmth between her legs was getting impossible to ignore. Still, she wanted to draw this moment out for as long as possible, to savor the touches and kisses leading up to the inevitable.
Jaune shifted against her, causing the hardness against her thigh to press insistently into her skin. Smirking, she moved one of her hands downward to guide it to her entrance.
The kiss broke, and Jaune's lips moved to her ear. In the quietest, most intimate voice, he breathed a soft "I love you." Then, he moved forward, entering her in one perfect, fluid motion.
…
Pyrrha awoke feeling distinctly colder than she had been in her dream. She resisted the urge to hug her pillow and instead pulled the covers over her head, letting out a quiet sigh. It was a good thing that she generally woke up first, since it gave her a few minutes to regain her composure.
The dreams were getting more frequent, which annoyed her greatly. While awake, it was easy to control her thoughts and actions. While asleep, it was a coin toss on whether someone would hear her and figure out exactly what she was thinking of.
What if she moaned too loudly one night? Worse, what if she moaned Jaune's name too loudly?! She'd never be able to look him in the eye again.
She couldn't help it, though. With each passing day, her love for him only increased. Whenever she saw that goofy grin or felt that warm hand on her shoulder, there was nowhere else she'd rather be.
What was worse was the fact that she was seeing a lot less of him this semester. The sophomores were being sent on more solo missions, which sometimes led to several days without teammates seeing each other. Besides that, something seemed to be on Jaune's mind, making him even more distant.
For the past month, he had started disappearing during the weekends, even when he didn't have a mission. There were also several times when he would be looking at his Scroll, only to hide the screen if someone approached.
When asked about it, he insisted that he was fine, and he truly seemed to be. His practice sessions with Pyrrha had gotten more advanced, and he was having no problem keeping up. It was almost like he was surrounded by a glow of extra confidence. Of course, this only increased Pyrrha's affections for him tenfold. Sometimes, she wondered if she was cursed.
She was broken from her thoughts as the others started to stir. Getting a firm grip on her emotions, she got up to shower. Some cold water would probably be necessary to get through the morning.
The day passed without event. Though, since it was Friday, Pyrrha had the sneaking suspicion that Jaune would be gone in the morning. During their training session, she finally decided to bring it up.
"Will you be leaving again this weekend?" she asked as she dodged a swing from Crocea Mors.
Jaune paused, which allowed Pyrrha to shield bash his chest. "Ow. Probably. Why?" He was glad that his voice sounded neutral.
Pyrrha shrugged. "Just wondering what you've been up to. The team misses you when you go out." What she really meant was "I miss you," but she wasn't about to say that.
"Sorry," Jaune muttered, feeling a flash of guilt. He didn't want to neglect his friends, particularly not due to a growing, shameful addiction to his encounters with the Lilith (as he now knew the tentacle creature to be called). "I'll try to get back by Sunday morning. I've been doing some extra training."
Pyrrha felt herself relax, if only a little. She had seen him going into the Emerald Forest several times, so that made sense. Still, something seemed off. "Just don't overwork yourself. You need to rest sometimes."
"I know," Jaune replied. The guilty feeling was still there, though he wasn't exactly lying. He did make sure to kill several Grimm both before and after visiting the temple.
"The training shows," Pyrrha continued, still sensing something wrong with his mood and wanting to reassure him. "You've gotten much better."
"I hope so!" Jaune grinned. "I can't be leaning on you all the time, right?"
"No," Pyrrha allowed. "Not all the time. But, you can whenever you need to. You know that, I hope."
Jaune felt his heart grow warm. His grin softened to a gentle smile that he had to rein in in order to keep from looking too sappy. "Of course."
Pyrrha's heart pounded as she looked at his kind smile, shimmering blue eyes, soft-looking hair… She quickly shook herself. "Now, let's run that drill one more time."
…..
It was early in the morning on Saturday when Pyrrha woke up. She had placed her Scroll near her pillow and set an alarm. Thankfully, she was one of those people who could be awoken when her Scroll was just on vibrate. She turned it off, relieved to see that Jaune was still asleep in his bed.
She watched him silently. Once he left the room, she'd have to move quickly so she could follow him into the Emerald Forest.
No matter how she thought about it, something seemed wrong about Jaune's behavior. If he was going to the Emerald Forest to train, why didn't he ever suggest exercises that included the rest of the team? He got plenty of one-on-one time with Pyrrha, after all. He was incredibly skilled at killing Grimm at this point. And there was also his suspicious attitude if someone got too close to his Scroll…
So, Pyrrha had made the decision to follow him. If something was wrong, she'd find out about it. If not, at least she'd get a good idea on how well Jaune's survival skills were progressing. If he caught her following him, she'd tell him that she was curious about his progress and wanted to observe him without putting any pressure on him.
Still, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty as she put on her clothes and slipped out of the dorms after him. It felt like she didn't trust him somehow.
No, I trust him, she told herself. But he has tried keeping things from me in the past. She thought about the incidents with Cardin during their freshman year. Jaune hadn't even told her about the blackmail until recently. He may trust me, but he does feel ashamed of certain things. Could that be it? Is he ashamed of something.
Jaune entered the Emerald Forest in the same place Pyrrha had seen him go through last time. That was another sign that something was wrong. Why would he keep returning to the same area if he was trying to train in the wild?
For several hours, Pyrrha focused on following Jaune's path, remaining as discreet as possible. The first time he encountered a Grimm, she watched with some satisfaction as he easily dispatched it. She was sidetracked at one point by a Nevermore, but was thankfully able to find the trail again.
This isn't a deer path, and there are no manmade trails in this forest, she thought. Jaune must come this exact way every time he's here.
It wasn't until after a few more Grimm kills that Jaune showed a change in his demeanor. His steps became quicker and he started actually jogging down the path. Pyrrha followed him, heart pounding at the prospect of finally figuring out this mystery, then stopped short as she almost ran right into a small clearing.
At the end of the clearing, half sunken into the ground, half covered in tree roots, was an ancient stone building. Jaune took a flashlight out of his pocket and walked into the entrance, shining the light around in a way that felt…familiar. It was like he had done this before at this exact location. Pyrrha wasn't sure why it seemed that way.
What is he doing? There could be a Grimm nest down there. Drawing Milo, she carefully ventured down the sloping path into the old building.
As she walked down the slope, she heard several strange sounds: the clinking of armor, the pulling of leather straps, dripping water, and an odd slithering noise. Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw when she reached the bottom.
She stepped from the hallway and into a cavern, which was lit by a strange, greenish glow. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the other side of the room, where a gigantic glowing green eye was staring, unblinking, at something. Thousands of white tendrils writhed in the air, creeping around the entire cavern. Her mouth open in shock and her body shaking, she turned toward where the eye was looking and let out a gasp. "Jaune!"
A few feet away, her partner spun around to look at her, eyes wide. His armor and hoodie were on the ground a few feet away, along with Crocea Mors. Some of the tendrils were slipping under his tee shirt. Pyrrha prepared to throw Milo.
"Wait, no!" Jaune shouted. "Don't shoot!" He batted at the feeler that was probing under his shirt. "Easy, Lilith," he muttered.
"Lilith?!" Pyrrha slowly lowered her weapon, her initial fear being rapidly replaced with bewilderment. "Jaune, what exactly is this thing?" She turned to look at the green eye again, which was now staring in her direction. Some of the white arms moved toward her, and she flinched back.
"It's okay," Jaune reassured her. "It won't hurt you."
Pyrrha, though skeptical, stopped backing away and allowed one of the tentacles to approach her. She touched it, feeling a strange, rubbery texture. It shuddered and wrapped lightly around her wrist. "Jaune," she said slowly. "I think I need an explanation."
Jaune nodded, staring at the ground, his face hot with shame as he looked anywhere but at Pyrrha. Thankfully, the tentacles had stopped probing him, probably sensing the sudden decrease in his lust. "I found this place during my first solo mission. This thing is called a Lilith. It used to be worshipped as a sex god."
"A Lilith?" Pyrrha asked. Sex god?! she thought.
"The stories I read say that the Lilith was born when a human went for so long without release, they became desperate enough to seduce a Grimm. Instead of being attracted to negative emotions, the Lilith is attracted to lust," Jaune explained. "I've been doing some research."
"So, that's what you've been hiding on your Scroll," Pyrrha muttered. She looked at the creature, then back at Jaune. "So, you've been coming down here to…to have sex with this thing. Why would you keep this a secret and say you've been training?" She decided to stick with the simple questions. This entire situation was so bizarre, it was honestly easier to focus on Jaune's deception rather than the giant eye at the other end of the room.
Jaune winced guiltily. "I do kill Grimm. I don't come to the temple until I've killed a certain number. Then, after I leave the temple, I don't come back to Beacon until I've killed a certain number." He folded his arms. "As for why I didn't tell… Well, isn't it obvious?" He waved a hand in the direction of the eye. "People would come down here. The Lilith would probably be killed or experimented on, but it doesn't deserve that. It's totally harmless!"
He met Pyrrha's gaze and quickly looked away again. "And…I didn't want you guys to think less of me. I mean…" He touched one of the tentacles as it brushed his arm. "You probably think I'm a complete freak right now…"
As Pyrrha looked at her partner, at how he couldn't bring himself to look at her directly, she felt her heart sinking. He really was ashamed of this. She didn't want him to feel that she'd think less of him for anything, especially something as natural as sex. And he had killed several Grimm, so there really wasn't any reason to be mad at him.
"Jaune, I don't think that," she assured him. "We're all adults, except for Ruby, after all. Sex is perfectly natural." She looked at the Lilith, still feeling a little unsettled by that single, slit-pupiled eye. "And…if this creature, this Lilith, isn't harming you, I don't see any reason to be ashamed."
Jaune's head shot up and he stared openmouthed at Pyrrha. She isn't disgusted by this?! She's really okay with me being this way?! In that moment, he was caught between wanting to hug her and wanting to come completely clean about why he needed the Lilith to satisfy him. Thankfully, he kept from doing both. Instead, he just said "Thanks, Pyrrha."
Pyrrha smiled, looking at the tentacle that was wrapped around her wrist. It moved up, touched her forehead, then moved back. "It really does seem harmless."
Jaune nodded. "Yeah." He petted a tentacle that had started poking his head. "And, I'll tell you this: It was worshipped as a sex god for a pretty good reason."
Pyrrha found herself chuckling. "I can imagine." She looked toward Jaune, who now had a slightly awkward expression on his face. "Oh, would you like me to leave?" she asked, realizing with a sudden blush what she had initially interrupted.
"Uh, if you could," Jaune muttered. "And, uh, could you not stay by the entrance? I'm not sure how far the sound…"
"Yes, of course!" Pyrrha said hurriedly. "I should probably kill some Grimm myself, after all." She walked past the tentacle, which seemed to be waving at her, and hurried up the passageway once again. Her face was hot and her heart was stuttering. She realized that a good part of her did not want to leave the cavern.
For a moment, she imagined herself and Jaune pressed against each other while the tentacles touched every patch of skin they could reach. Quickly, she pushed the image away and tried to focus on killing a bunch of Grimm for the next hour or so.
….
Back in the temple, Jaune's cheeks were burning with embarrassment. His erection was almost entirely gone at this point, and he wondered if it was even worth it to get himself aroused again. Then, one of the tentacles passed by his nose, secreting the sweet, musky substance. Just the scent was enough to send a tingle through his body.
She already knows what I'm doing, he thought. Might as well go through with it.
Taking the tentacle in his hand, he placed his lips around it and began to suck at the musky secretion, moaning as the now-familiar pangs went through his body with each swallow. Two more arms slipped under his shirt, rubbing against his abdomen before latching onto his nipples.
Another larger one came up behind him and shoved him sharply, so that he fell to his knees. He winced briefly at the pain, but didn't hesitate to raise up his arms, letting go of the feeler in his mouth so that his shirt could finally be pulled off. Once his torso was bare, he was shoved forward again, so that he was on his hands and knees. Another shudder went through him and he could feel himself rapidly becoming hard again.
One thing he had found during his times with the Lilith was that it was very good at detecting what he wanted. It seemed to know that he liked to be dominated, and it also knew the extent of his limits. Though the tentacles would often thrill him as they forcibly had their way, he never felt scared. Only exhilarated.
He placed his hands on the ground, arching his back and moaning as one of the thinner tentacles lashed across his shoulder blades, stinging him sharply while sending a rush of adrenaline through him. The excitement, combined with the fact that even more tentacles were secreting that wonderful ooze onto his entire body, caused Jaune to moan loudly with pleasure.
He felt one of the arms wrap around him from behind, and closed his eyes. He allowed his mind to wander. One of the feelers probed his head as he brought Pyrrha's face to the front of his thoughts. In that moment, it was her arm wrapping around him from behind. He could almost sense her warm body leaning over him, her hair making a curtain over both of them.
The arm slid slowly up and down his chest, pinching sharply at his nipples, making him gasp loudly. He tried move back, wanting desperately to press his back against the firm abdomen and soft breasts that he imagined were mere inches from his bare skin, only to be firmly pushed forward again. Another thin tentacle lashed his shoulders, and he whimpered. "I'll be good, Pyrrha," he gasped. "I'll stay still. Just don't stop."
He remained there for several minutes, trembling as the arm spread ooze over his body and squeezed his nipples. The tightness in his pants was starting to get painful. One of the tentacles teasingly rubbed between his legs, and he groaned. "Please…" he begged weakly.
The tentacles obliged, unzipping his pants and pulling his erection free. One of the larger feelers opened itself up fully from the end. The opening traveled down its length like a giant, deep mouth, allowing it to take in Jaune's entire cock in one slurping motion.
Jaune writhed and moaned, keeping his eyes tightly closed as he imagined Pyrrha's warm mouth working tirelessly on his cock, her eyes half-lidded, yet also filled with determination to bring her partner to the climax he so desperately wanted. Meanwhile, the tentacle sucked hard on his cock while squeezing and pumping methodically, its entire rubbery form pulsating like an erratic heartbeat.
After one more thrust, Jaune screamed as his orgasm took over. His entire body shuddered as he spilled spurt after spurt of cum into the tentacle. He imagined Pyrrha easily swallowing with each ejaculation, which caused him to moan and thrust even harder.
Finally, when he had been milked dry, he allowed his eyes to open. Immediately, the fantasy was gone. Pyrrha wasn't kneeling before him with a triumphant smirk on her face. It was just him and the writhing, eager-to-please tentacles of the Lilith.
One of the tentacles brushed against his cheek, and he nuzzled it lightly. "Thanks," he murmured, smiling in the direction of the giant green eye.
The eye blinked back at him, and an odd rumbling sound filled the room. He had heard it before. It was almost as if the creature was purring at him.
After putting on his shirt and pants, he picked up his armor, hoodie, and weapon before heading back outside. To his relief, Pyrrha hadn't stayed near the entrance. If she had heard him say her name… He shuddered at the thought.
At least I should have time to clean off before she comes back… Taking Crocea Mors, Jaune walked toward the nearest stream.
….
When Pyrrha returned, she was relieved (though ever-so-slightly disappointed) to find Jaune fully clothed and sitting outside the temple. She peered over his shoulder, half expecting to see white tentacles creeping out.
"I don't think it can leave the temple," Jaune said, reading her thoughts. "I got a feeling it was lying dormant until I found it."
Pyrrha almost asked why Jaune was feeling lustful while exploring the inside of that temple, but decided against it. She didn't want him to feel more embarrassed, after all. Besides, it wasn't as if she didn't have inappropriate thoughts at the wrong times.
"You mentioned that it was worshipped as a sex god. How do you know?" she asked as she sat down next to him.
"There were a bunch of carvings inside," Jaune explained. "Some were of people in various…positions with it. Others were of them kneeling and giving it offerings."
"Interesting," Pyrrha mused. "I wonder if it was a full religion, or a niche cult. And are there more?"
"Not sure." Jaune hesitated before asking: "You won't tell anyone, right?"
Pyrrha shook her head. "Unless it becomes a danger, I see no reason why we shouldn't let it be."
Jaune let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Pyrrha."
The sun was starting to set, so they set up a campfire and settled into a comfortable conversation about school, how difficult the professors were being, how they'd study for their next exam, and when they could schedule another group hang-out with Team RWBY.
Finally, Jaune let out a yawn and curled up on his sleeping bag. "At least we can sleep easy. No Grimm come near the temple. I think the Lilith repels them."
"That's certainly useful," Pyrrha remarked, lying down near the fire. She looked at Jaune, thinking about the cold overnight hunts in the past when they had snuggled together out of necessity. Sadly, the weather was fine, providing no excuse to do such a thing now.
Pyrrha glanced once more toward the temple before closing her eyes and falling fast asleep.
…
Jaune thrust into her, holding her breasts reverently in his hands. He squeezed and fondled them while kissing the side of her neck. "So good…" he moaned, holding her tightly against him.
She could feel every contour and ridge on his cock as it slid across her inner walls, making her squirm and gasp. She needed him to go faster. She wanted to be filled completely with his seed.
She needed-
…..
The night was cool, but Pyrrha woke up feeling like she was burning all over. She sat up, pushing her sleeping bag away, trying not to pant too loudly.
That dream had been way too real and far too brief. Her thighs throbbed and her core felt like it was on fire. She glanced in Jaune's direction, then swiftly away, relieved that he seemed to be asleep.
Sleep certainly wasn't an option for her in that moment. Gritting her teeth in annoyance, she stood, picked up Milo and Akuou, and started patrolling the area around the temple. Of course, there were no Grimm, as Jaune had said, which meant that there was nothing to distract her from the persistent heat between her legs or the annoyingly-vivid details of her dream or the fact that she and Jaune were all alone in the woods outside a freaking sex temple-
Pyrrha froze as a thought occurred to her. Technically, there is a way to resolve this. Slowly, her gaze traveled toward the path leading back to the temple.
In a half-daze, she walked back to the clearing, pausing to make sure Jaune was still asleep and looking around once more for any Grimm. Then, after another moment's hesitation, she put her weapons down and went down the sloping hallway.
The Lilith was waiting for her. Its eye was wide open and fixed on the entrance to the chamber. It blinked once, causing Pyrrha to pause, a small amount of nervousness creeping into her thoughts.
One of the tentacles stretched forward until it was touching her shoulder. It brushed against the side of her neck, then drew back, beckoning her forward.
Slightly reassured by the polite gesture, Pyrrha approached, standing in the middle of the room. She started to undo the straps of her top, but stopped as a tentacle wrapped around each of her wrists. "What-?" She felt a thin feeler working on the straps. "Oh, you'd rather do that part," she realized. She glanced at the tentacles, which were stretching her arms above her head. They were holding her lightly, so she'd be able to break away if she chose.
At the moment, however, she allowed her lingering lust and curiosity to win out. Let's see what this god is capable of.
Her top came off and was tossed to the side. Her strapless bra quickly followed. She shivered a little at being so exposed, but still didn't struggle.
Several tentacles crept up her abdomen, softly stroking her skin while coating it in a sweet-smelling slime. She let out a gasp as she realized that the substance, whatever it was, was making her more sensitive to every touch.
Two more arms crept around her back, each one wrapping around one of her breasts and starting to squeeze methodically. She closed her eyes and moaned as the tips circled her nipples without actually touching them. She could feel them rapidly hardening and silently begged the tentacles to actually touch them.
Almost immediately, the Lilith obliged, latching the ends of the two feelers to Pyrrha's nipples and sucking hard while squeezing her breasts at a faster paste. Her entire upper body was drenched with the tingly ooze. She threw back her head, moaning without restraint. Her core was becoming unbearably hot. She needed a release, and she needed it soon.
At that moment, the tentacles started to tug at her skirt, easily pulling it down. They didn't take off her panties right away, instead electing to rub teasingly against her through the cloth, making her gasp and whimper. She clenched her legs around the tentacle there, trying to create more friction. She needed this so badly!
A feeler probed at her lips, which she eagerly parted to let it in. She ran her tongue across the rubbery surface, eagerly drinking down the sweet, salty secretion. The tentacle began to pump in and out of her mouth, and she closed her eyes. For a moment, she allowed herself to pretend that it was Jaune's hard cock in her mouth, Jaune's hands squeezing her breasts, teasing her nipples, and rubbing her wet folds. That thought alone almost caused her to come right then and there.
Seeming to sense how close she was, the tentacle between her legs finally pulled down her panties and started to probe at her entrance, coating her folds generously with the ooze before starting to slowly slide in.
Pyrrha's eyes opened, as she realized what was about to happen. This thing was about to take her virginity, and she really didn't want it to.
She knew that virginity was largely a sexist social construct, of course. She knew that there was no such thing as purity or impurity based on when one lost their virginity. That wasn't the issue.
The issue was that she wanted Jaune to be the first person to have her in that way.
She tried to tell the tentacle to stop, but couldn't due to the feeler still in her mouth. However, she did feel the arm pausing at her entrance. Another tentacle touched her forehead, and the one between her legs withdrew. Instead of entering her, it started rubbing back and forth along her folds while another started sucking at her clit.
Relieved, she returned to sucking on the tentacle in her mouth while grinding against the one rubbing her labia. It moved faster and faster, massaging the ooze into her most sensitive regions. She moaned loudly, glad that the feeler in her mouth was there to muffle her.
Then, she threw back her head and let out a cry as her entire body began shuddering all over with the most intense pleasure she had ever felt. The tentacle between her legs stopped rubbing and instead opened itself up at the end, sucking greedily at her entrance, lapping up the juices that spilled out.
By the time her first orgasm was finished, the sucking at her entrance had her primed for a second one. She spasmed violently, not even able to focus on sucking on the tentacle in her mouth anymore as another wave of pleasure washed over her.
As she finally finished, the feeler in her mouth withdrew, as did the ones between her legs. She was panting loudly, feeling more drained than she had felt in ages.
The Lilith gently lowered her to the ground near where her clothes were. One of the tentacles brushed against her cheek, and she smiled. "Thank you."
A loud rumbling filled the cavern as the tentacles withdrew.
Pyrrha watched as the green eye closed, then hurriedly put on her clothes and left the temple. Jaune was right where she had left him, thankfully. I should definitely clean up, she thought, picking up Milo and going toward a nearby stream.
…
The following morning saw the two Huntsmen quickly packing their things and leaving the temple. On the way back to Beacon, they chatted as if nothing had happened, as if they hadn't both been pleasured by a creature that wasn't supposed to exist, as if there weren't a million complex feelings going through both of their minds every other minute.
Jaune had heard Pyrrha in the cavern that night. He didn't tell her, of course, but he had woken up from another dream to the sound of her voice echoing from inside the temple. He had listened for only a moment before forcing himself to his feet and stumbling away until he could no longer hear her.
Of course, the mere sound of Pyrrha being pleasured had aroused him beyond belief and filled him with the wish that he was the one making her cry out like that rather than the Lilith. He had quickly jerked himself off before returning to the campsite, lying down just before Pyrrha emerged from the temple.
Pyrrha, of course, was reeling from her first true sexual experience with another living being. The Lilith had been so kind and attentive, knowing what she did and didn't want and respecting it. She certainly wouldn't have expected such a thing from giant tentacle creature.
And, of course, she couldn't shake the images from her dreams and the wish that she could feel Jaune holding and touching her in the way that incredible sex god had done.
None of this was said, of course, as both Huntsmen returned to Beacon feeling both incredibly satisfied and incredibly wanting.
…
The Lilith felt full. It hadn't felt this way in decades.
For so long, its temple had been forgotten. For so long, it had been forced to lie dormant, waiting for a miracle. That miracle had appeared in the form of a young, lustful man. Now, he had brought a young woman with him! She had been more hesitant about her desires, but they had been present, and she had most assuredly enjoyed what the Lilith had offered her.
That was good. Without enjoyment, sex stopped being what it was supposed to be. Without consent, the god would turn into a demon.
The humans were the perfect age, too. They held the vitality of youth, but were not so young that sex was forbidden. Even better, they wanted each other.
The Lilith had seen into their yearning minds. It knew that its ministrations were only a substitute for what the two humans really wanted. They wanted their mate, the one person who could satisfy them utterly. Yet, they had not sealed the bond that was so evident between them.
Why? Did they not realize how lucky they were to have found each other so soon? Or, was the Lilith existing in a time when even the most obvious of signs were hidden from even the lustiest of humans?
No matter. The Lilith knew its business. It would see to it that, whenever one of them came to it, they would be unable to keep from thinking about their mate. Every touch, every thrust, every caress would fulfill one need while feeding the more important one. Soon, it would reach a point when they would have to seal their bond or go completely mad.
Then, if the Lilith was lucky, the two would return to the temple, and grant it the greatest feeding it could possibly hope for.
It would happen, too. The Lilith was nothing if not skilled at its craft.
So, now Jaune and Pyrrha have a literal sex god shipping them. This can only end well. The next chapter will take place a few more weeks later, after the Lilith has had a chance to do some much-needed tampering.
See you then!