The great tree's eternal bloom cast soft, multi-colored light through the chamber windows. Another anniversary had come, but this one felt different.
Ethan had planned it for months.
Centuries of loving submission had taught him every secret of Lilith's body, every sigh, every tremble. Tonight, on the anniversary of the night she first took him completely, he wanted to give her something she rarely allowed herself: surrender.
He had asked—softly, weeks ago—while buried deep inside her after a slow, tender session.
"Let me lead. Just once. Let me take care of you the way you always take care of me."
Lilith's ruby eyes had widened, then softened with a mix of surprise and deep affection.
"You wish to command your Queen?"
"Not command," he'd whispered, kissing her throat. "Worship. From the other side."
She had studied him long, then smiled—slow, trusting, vulnerable.
"On our next anniversary… I will be yours to lead."
Now the night had come.
Doors sealed. Wards absolute. Realm quiet outside.
Lilith entered the chamber in her usual regal way—gown of shadow-silk clinging to every curve, wings half-spread, tail swaying with natural dominance.
But when she saw him, she paused.
Ethan stood at the foot of the bed—not kneeling, not waiting.
He wore only loose black silk trousers, collar gleaming bright against bare chest. Hair tousled just how she loved. Eyes steady, full of centuries of devotion—and tonight, quiet command.
"Undress," he said, voice low but firm. "Slowly."
Lilith's breath caught—a rare flicker of surprise across her ancient face.
Then—slow, deliberate—she obeyed.
Shadow-silk slipped from shoulders, pooling at feet.
Glorious bare. Horns proud. Wings folding tight against back. Tail stilling.
She stood vulnerable—waiting.
Ethan stepped close—hands rising to cup her face, thumbs tracing sharp cheekbones.
"Good," he murmured. "My beautiful Queen."
Kissed her—slow, deep, claiming.
Not the desperate surrender she usually drew from him.
Controlled. Intentional.
She melted into it—lips parting on a soft sigh.
He guided her backward—until knees hit the bed.
"Lie down. Center. Arms above your head."
Lilith obeyed—stretching long on black silk, arms raised, wrists crossed instinctive.
Ethan climbed over her—kneeling between thighs.
Tail flicked nervous—then stilled when he caught it gentle, stroking base to tip.
"Still," he commanded soft.
The tail wrapped around his wrist instead—trusting, not restraining.
He leaned down—mouth on her throat, nipping the spot that always made her gasp.
Then lower—kisses between breasts, tongue circling one dark nipple slow.
Sucked hard—then soft—alternating until she arched, moaning broken.
"Lilith," he whispered against skin. "Let go tonight. I have you."
Her wings trembled—spreading wide, submissive.
Hands moved lower—tracing ribs, hips, inner thighs.
Spread her legs wider—kneeling between.
Mouth on her core—slow, deliberate licks.
Tongue parting folds, circling clit gentle, then firm.
She cried out—hips bucking.
He pinned thighs down—firm but tender.
Tongue delved deep—tasting her fully.
Fingers joined—one, then two—curling perfect against the spot only he knew after centuries.
Built her slow—relentless.
When she neared edge—pulled back.
Again.
And again.
Until she begged—voice breaking, ancient Queen reduced to desperate pleas.
"Ethan—please—need you—"
He rose—shedding trousers.
Cock hard, leaking—centuries of wanting her.
Guided to her entrance—teased once, twice.
Then sank deep—slow, inexorable.
Both groaned.
He set pace—deep, measured thrusts.
Hands pinning her wrists above head.
Mouth on hers—swallowing every moan.
Tail wrapped his waist now—pulling him deeper.
Faster—hips snapping.
Her wings flared wide—body arching.
"Close—" she gasped.
He released wrists—hand sliding between them, thumb on clit.
"Now," he commanded. "Come for me."
She shattered—walls clenching hard, scream muffled against his shoulder.
He followed—spilling deep, endless pulses.
But didn't stop.
Rolled them—her on top now, but still his lead.
Hands on hips—guiding her ride.
Slow circles—then hard bounces.
Tail in his hand—stroking base rhythmic.
Second climax built faster.
She rode desperate—head thrown back, horns catching light.
He sat up—mouth latching nipple, sucking hard.
She came again—harder, squirting hot around him.
He flipped her to side—spooning deep from behind.
One leg hooked over his—thrusts grinding.
Hand on breast—pinching nipple.
Other on clit—circling.
Tail teased her ass—shallow push.
Third climax—shaking, sobbing his name.
He followed—filling her again.
Hours blurred.
Every position he wanted.
Her on knees—him taking from behind, hand fisted gentle in hair.
Against the wall—her legs wrapped his waist, wings beating helpless.
On the floor—her straddling reverse, his hands spreading ass, thumb teasing tail base.
Each time—bringing her to edge, holding, then release.
Until she was boneless—trembling, glowing, tears of overwhelming pleasure.
Final—back to bed.
Missionary.
Slow.
Deep.
Eyes locked.
He moved gentle—every thrust deliberate love.
Hands laced above her head.
Foreheads touching.
"I love you," he whispered with each thrust. "My Queen. My wife. My everything."
Lilith's eyes—tears flowing free.
"Yours," she breathed. "Always yours."
Final climax crested soft—perfect union.
Essence spilled endless—bodies glowing together.
After—curled tight.
Her head on his chest—wings draped submissive.
His arms around her—protective, tender.
Tail curled around his ankle—content.
Quiet long.
Then—soft laugh from her.
"Centuries," she murmured, "and you still surprise me."
Ethan kissed her horns.
"Good. Keeps eternity interesting."
She nuzzled closer.
"Next year… I take back control."
He smiled.
"I'm counting on it."
Outside—the great tree bloomed brighter.
Realm felt the shift—love's balance perfect.
Dominance and submission—two sides of the same eternal bond.
Forever theirs.
To be continued…