The night was one of devastating, consuming tenderness. Chase, his mind liberated and his body surging with power, took on the role of the devoted conqueror. He dominated Lilith not with roughness, but with an intense, deliberate focus that spoke of centuries of passion.
He started by tracing the exquisite curves of her smooth brown skin, mapping the contours of her body with the reverence of a master reclaiming his greatest work of art. The contact was slow, deep, and utterly possessive. He kissed her neck, moving past the usual targets of consumption, exploring the soft curve of her collarbone, the slope of her shoulder, and the hard, powerful lines of her torso.
Lilith responded with primal, guttural noises she hadn't made in a century, her red eyes clenched shut as she desperately clung to him, the spiritual ecstasy of his touch surpassing any power-hungry consumption.
When Chase finally moved over her, the contact was electric, generating spiritual heat that felt like starlight exploding inside the room.
He took his time, savoring every moment of her utter submission, moving with a rhythm that was both patient and overwhelmingly powerful.
Every thrust was a deliberate assertion of control, yet carried the implicit promise of pleasure and protection. The Essence transfer was monumental, not a draining siphon, but a mutual exchange powered by the deepest form of spiritual and physical intimacy.
Lilith's Alpha scent—usually sharp and commanding—was overwhelmed by the rich, heady perfume of his overflow, and soon, by the musky, sweet scent of pure pleasure. She wrapped her powerful legs around his waist, not to pin him, but to desperately anchor herself to the source of the divine experience. She pleaded for him to take more, to consume her completely, driven mad by the sensation of being utterly dominated by the resource she had tried to possess.
As the night went on, they continued to indulge in their lust. With every thrust, Lilith let out a sweet, broken moan as her mind went blank, her claws carving down Chase's back. As he reached deeper inside of her, she bit down into his shoulder, attempting to control herself, but it was no use. Her body was like a river, and the pleasure was the flood of water coming without end.
"Ch-as-e, slow down," she gasped, her face buried into the pillow.
"Slow down? Is that what you really want?" Chase replied, his left hand gripping her waist and his right hand holding her tail, which was firmly wrapped around his hips. "Then why are you holding me so tight with your tail?"
After the night ended, Chase finally came back to his senses. Getting out of bed, he walked to the bathroom, his body aching with every step. Looking in the mirror, he could see why. From his neck to his stomach, he was covered in claw marks and bite marks, a map of Lilith's ecstatic submission.
"Looks like we had one hell of a night," he muttered, washing his face.
"I'm so fucked after what happened. How the hell am I supposed to control her? There's no way she is using any other method after being fully satisfied by my Essence," he thought, realizing the monumental shift in their contractual dynamic. The controlled 'prolonged contact' was now likely off the table forever.
Walking back into Lilith's room, he saw her sleeping soundly, a faint, contented smile on her face. After absorbing that much Essence, she would be out cold for a few hours.
"Time to get cleaning," Chase said, surveying the disarray of the opulent room.
He methodically stripped the bed, replaced the linen, and tidied the room, even locating her dress and folding it neatly. He found a fresh, pristine nightgown and carefully dressed her, noticing the spiritual fatigue that kept her deeply asleep.
Chase then went to the kitchen and began preparing a recovery meal.
A few hours later, Lilith woke up slowly, calling out for Chase in a soft, groggy voice. When she didn't see him in bed, she looked around. The room was cleaned up nicely; the sheets were changed, and the bed was perfectly made. Looking down, she saw that she was in a new nightgown.
Smelling food, she turned to the nightstand where a beautifully presented meal sat on a tray with a cup of coffee and a small, folded note left by Chase.
She reached for the note, her movements slow, still enjoying the deep, pervasive spiritual contentment that filled her core.
The note read:
Sorry for everything, and for ruining your sheets and your guts.
—Love, Chase.
P.S. Also, stop drinking coffee. It's not good for you. Eat your protein.
Lilith stared at the note, her red eyes lingering on the casual, possessive signature. A slow, deeply satisfied smile spread across her face. He had conquered her, cleaned up the mess, and ordered her breakfast.
The Alpha was completely, contentedly owned she now belonged to chase as he belonged to her.