The King's Queen
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“Oh, Luci…” Lilith leaned over her husband, who was now reclined, feet up on his ornate desk. “Come with me… to the bedroom. It’s too late to be working on such frivolities.”
Lucifer’s diamond skin was now closer to a crimson. “Hah… Oh, my queen, you know I can’t resist an offer like that.” He reached out, and with a spidery finger, stroked Lillith’s cheek. It was soft, but not like a cloud or a fur coat. Soft like silk. Sexy, Powerful silk. “Especially with a complimentary session of,” Lillith raised her left hand, in which was a pair of wine red satin panties. “Passionate love making.”