The great tree's bloom marked the true end of separation—and the deepest renewal of beginnings.
Centuries had passed since the Song's completion, yet time held no grip on Lilith and Ethan. Love's gift kept them eternal—bodies as vital as their wedding night, hearts only deeper.
The palace had become the heart of all existence: chambers expanded infinite, gardens blending every element, skies forever painted in harmonious colors.
But one tradition never changed.
Every anniversary of their binding—under the great tree's fullest bloom—doors sealed.
No court. No children (grown with their own eternal loves). No realm duties.
Only them.
This night, the bloom was brightest yet.
Lilith entered their original bedchamber—gown of living shadow-silk falling away with a thought.
Glorious bare. Skin shimmering faint crimson. Horns crowned with fresh black roses. Wings half-unfurled, tail swaying hungry.
Ethan waited on the bed—naked, collar gleaming silver-crimson, cock already hard and leaking from anticipation alone.
She crossed slow—predatory grace.
"My husband," she purred, voice velvet and command.
"My Queen," he answered soft, eyes downcast submissive—then lifting to meet hers with centuries of devotion.
She climbed onto the bed—straddled his thighs without touching yet.
Leaned close—lips brushing his.
"Tonight I take everything again. As if it were the first."
Ethan's breath hitched. Hands rose to her hips—fingers sinking into soft flesh.
"Yes… please…"
Lilith's tail curled around his cock—slow squeeze, tip teasing the leaking head.
He moaned broken—hips lifting.
She denied—tail tightening just enough to still him.
"Patience, my love. Centuries, and you still beg so beautifully."
Mouth claimed his—deep, hungry, centuries of practice making every kiss perfect.
Tongues tangled slow. Fangs grazed his lip light—drawing tiny bead of blood she licked tender.
Lower—kisses down throat, nipping collarbone, sucking marks that healed instant but remembered.
Reached his chest—tongue swirling nipples hard. Bit gentle—then harder when he gasped her name.
Hands pinned his wrists above head—tail holding firm.
"Look at you," she whispered, eyes glowing ruby fire. "Still so responsive. Still mine to unravel."
Released wrists only to slide lower.
Hot breath on his cock.
One long lick—base to tip.
Ethan cried out—back arching.
She took him deep—slow, relentless. Lips stretching around thickness. Throat opening effortless.
Suction perfect—tongue pressing underside, humming low vibrations.
Tail tip teased his entrance—slick with her magic, pushing shallow.
"Nnngh—Lilith—please—"
She pulled off slow—string of saliva connecting lips to tip.
"Not yet."
Flipped him onto stomach—effortless strength.
Ass raised—knees spread wide.
Tail pushed deeper—thick, ridged, vibrating against prostate direct.
Ethan sobbed into pillows—fingers clawing silk.
Mouth on his back—kisses, bites, licks down spine.
Reached his hole—tongue joining tail, licking around intrusion.
Double sensation—tail thrusting slow, tongue swirling.
He trembled uncontrollable—pre-essence leaking steady onto sheets.
Lilith's free hand reached beneath—stroked cock in time with tail thrusts.
Built him merciless—edge after edge.
When he begged broken—"Please—inside—need you—"
She withdrew tail slow—leaving him empty, desperate.
Mounted behind—pussy dripping, guiding his cock back.
Sank down hard—one motion.
Tight molten heat gripped him completely.
Both moaned loud.
She rode fierce—hips slamming, breasts bouncing heavy.
Wings flared wide—casting crimson shadows.
Tail wrapped his throat gentle—collar of possession.
"Give me everything," she commanded, voice breaking with love.
Ethan thrust up wild—meeting every slam.
"Lilith—yours—always—cumming—!"
First climax hit explosive.
Essence flooded deep—thick endless pulses.
Lilith screamed his name—walls clenching, milking every drop.
Absorbed—not for power.
For connection.
Didn't stop.
Flipped him missionary—legs over shoulders.
Folded him deep—thrusts grinding clit perfect.
Kisses desperate—teeth, tongue, centuries of need.
Second climax built faster.
Her nails raked chest—light scratches healing instant.
Tail in his ass again—double penetration.
He shattered again—essence thicker, brighter.
She followed—squirting hot around him, body glowing divine.
Hours blurred.
Positions endless.
Her on back—him thrusting slow, deep, eyes locked.
Side by side—spooning, her leg hooked back, tail teasing balls.
Against the window—great tree blooming outside, her pressed to glass, him taking from behind while realm watched stars.
On the floor—her riding reverse, ass bouncing hypnotic.
Each climax more intense.
Essence no longer contained—glowing rivers down thighs, across sheets, painting skin.
Final—back to original.
Her on top—slow, reverent.
Hands laced.
Wings cocooned.
Thrusts gentle waves.
Eyes never leaving his.
"I love you," she whispered—tears of joy. "Every century more."
Ethan's hands cupped her face.
"And I you. My Queen. My savior. My forever."
Climax crested soft—perfect harmony.
Essence spilled endless—filling her, overflowing, glowing between them.
Bodies trembled together—souls intertwined visible light.
Aftershocks stretched eternal.
She collapsed onto his chest—wings blanket, tail wrapped possessive.
Nuzzled his neck.
"Renewed again."
Ethan stroked her hair—fingers tracing horns.
"Every year. Every night. Forever."
Outside—the great tree bloomed brighter.
Children's distant songs joined faint—grandchildren practicing new harmonies.
Realm infinite.
Love infinite.
From one offering…
To eternal.
The Song never ended.
Only grew.
With them at its heart.
Always.