"Hm... open your mouth and eat a little, this is good." A voice echoed in one of the rooms that had previously been empty in the temple.
It was a mature, sweet, and gentle tone, overflowing with love and care.
The owner of the voice was Elize. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl full of soup and a spoon.
Sitting on the bed was another woman, clearly not human. From the top of her forehead, between her white hair, two horns rose. They were the same color as her skin: a blue, almost cyan.
Her beautiful eyes, an even deeper blue, were focused on the soup spoon; her face was filled with curiosity.
She leaned forward, her large, heavy breasts swaying with the movement as her lips parted.
With a moment's hesitation, she bit down on the spoon, her teeth closing around the metal and tearing it apart with ease.
Immediately, the demonic beauty's eyes sparkled and she shuddered.
"This is really good! What is it?"
