Demonic Mistress Roleplay & Writing Sample

Lilith could feel her blood boil, her senses igniting as the bold crusader provoked her, taunted her, seemed to be resisting her offers that they solve this in ways other than bloodshed.

"Come now... surely you are not so short-sighted as to turn down such a sultry demon. I know your precious little god would be very upset, but I know something else that would be even more upset if you refused me."

She stepped closer to him, tracing her claws down the man's chestplate, her hand dragging slowly, like time had nearly frozen it was so slow, crawling down him as her hand pressed between his legs. Lilith's eyes instantaneously beginning to leak from the corners on each side, a black misty fog creeping out, as if to suggest she was so incensed in desire that it could not even be contained within her demonic flesh. Her digits traced along the crusaders bulge as he struggled to resist.

"Now be a good little holy man, make love... not war. Just give in... Surely there are worse things than making a deal with a devil? Especially one like me." She teased, leaning her half-naked body into him. "What do you say?"