Liliah's Adventures

Liliah blushes, her cheeks becoming slightly purple, her tail twirling and swatting behind her

Madman Machine grins, not especially subtle with his suggestions, or with the step he takes toward her, emboldened by her flushed look.

Liliah: You're such an opportunist... now that Windy's done all arousing my interest, you're going to pass over me and take the harvest, huh?

Madman Machine: I see an advantage and I take it. That's what heroes do.

Liliah: Heroes take advantage of momentary weaknesses to satisfy their primary urges on an innocent little lady?

Madman Machine: That's what my heroes do.

Liliah giggles softly, stepping forward a little, shifting her weight from side to side cutely while her tail continues to twirl around and her wings flutter

Liliah: Your heroes are pretty perverted, then... Like pretty much any human.

Madman Machine loosens his necktie as he gazes down at the petite succubus, his lips curled into a dark, untrustworthy grin...just as he assumes she would want.

Madman Machine: Some of them aren't so human...

Liliah: Oh, I don't mind other species from time to time, as long as they're lively down there...

Liliah presses and snakes around the cyborg's crotch with her tail, which applies surprising pressure given its relatively long and thin shape

Madman Machine gasps as his eyes go wide with surprise. He knew she was forward, given her reputation, but it's another thing to experience it firsthand!

Madman Machine stands 6'4", with short black hair and crimson eyes. Publicly, he is usually seen clothed in suits tailored for his muscular frame. Aside from metallic outgrowths that are occasionally seen along the left side of his face, he looks perfectly human.

Liliah slides the heart-shaped tip of her tail into his pants, trying to pull them down while she coils her tail around his member multiple times, squeezing it rhythmically while rubbing around

Madman Machine gasps again, not knowing a tail to be that prehensile...but even as he trembles in enjoyment, he is aware in the back of his mind of his research...that this is where she's most dangerous.

Liliah: You're pretty docile after all, not what I'd expect from a giant, buffed up guy like you.

Liliah giggles, adding to her provocation while she steps even closer, squeezing her firm chest into his body, still using only her tail to caress the inside of his pants

Liliah: Hmmm...

Madman Machine grins all the while, grimacing his words through the pleasure she affords him, his crimson eyes growing darker, cast down at her.

Madman Machine: Don't mistake docility... for strategy...

Madman Machine's hands jerk upwards to grab her horns, instantly stroking them with his fingers.

Liliah gasps, feeling warmer and as if all of her muscles contracted, her whole body tightening and shivering suddenly. She didn't show much of that, however, instead she simply and calmly shook her head, trying to break free of his hold on her horns.

Madman Machine tightens his grip on her horns, his unnaturally strong hands staying firm as best they can. He lifts one foot, and plants it on her corresponding foot.

Liliah: Hey, hey there! No touching those! Those take a long time to grow, they're sort of a status symbol... Why don't you take your hands in more interesting pla-aaheeyy!!

Liliah was about to take his hands and try to lure it elsewhere on her body when she suddenly felt his hands tightening hard and lifting her up, intensifying the feeling of constriction from having her horns grabbed

Liliah: Uuuhhnnn-... W-what are you doing! L-let go! I... I'll hold myself up, if you want to see my eyes so much!

Liliah wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding herself up, but this way he could clearly feel her body's shivering

Madman Machine: I won't break them... in fact, I came prepared...

Madman Machine presses his other foot onto hers, and trying to remember what his research has told him, he changes tack and pushes her downward by the horns, holding her face before the pronounced bulge in his pants.

Liliah continued pulling, squeezing and caressing with her tails in the meantime, but then as she is forced to bend forward her tail is pulled away

Madman Machine tries desperately in the next few moments to think of something, anything so unsexy... dear, departed Bea Arthur, for one... He closes his eyes, thinking of stupid, sexy Flanders and Hakken in a diaper, among other things. While he responds to human stimuli, he feels himself reaching a state of calm faster than he would if he were human.

Liliah now understands what he is trying to do, and realizes she probably won't be able to even come close to escaping, judging by how strong his mere hand is. Feeling her legs go numb, limp and unresponsive, she thinks about keeping them rigid but is easily pushed into a squatting position. Her face being put right in front of his crotch, her normal lust for his cock is amplified tenfold, and she rushes in to grab it with her delicate blue hands

Liliah: Aahhh... Dammnnn! How do you knowmmmmhh...

Madman Machine takes deep breaths as he feels her diminutive digits pulling at his cock. He finally feels devoid of arousal, just in time too, as he feels her taking him into her warm, wet mouth.

Liliah wonders how he came to know about her inner workings, so to say, but she interrupts herself by stuffing his eager shaft into her mouth. She is awfully close to him, her knees sticking out from between his legs, but because of the way her tiny waist curves outwards, Madman Machine is able to see the base of Liliah's tail and the round, bubbly butt it sits atop of.

Madman Machine gulps as she accepts his shaft into her mouth, another deep breath taken. He takes a couple of glances at her voluptuous rear, as wonderful a sight as he's heard. His grip on her horns remains firm, though for a moment, he has to remember to keep it that way.

Liliah slowly but surely gets to work, her tongue spinning around and lusciously caressing the soft head of his cock while her soft lips wrap around it, letting only tiny amount of drool ooze out as she is licking. Not about to give up completely, she deploys her large wings, bigger than herself even, and flaps them furiously in hopes of incommoding her captor enough to compensate for diffusing her sweet, warm scent.

Liliah: Shllpp... Hnnnmmnn...

Madman Machine catches wind of her scent almost immediately, proving a match for his aforementioned human stimuli. He tries to hold his breath, unwilling to give in, even as his grip loosens by a fraction.

Liliah lets out some wet noises and moans, her demeanour as sexual as ever but with a little bit of frustration mixed in. She obviously does not like the idea of being temporarily enslaved.

Madman Machine can't help but breathe deeply, her frustration manifesting as incredible oral stimulation. He feels himself hardening completely in her mouth, his grip loosening just a little bit more...

Liliah knows exactly which spots to look out for on an erect penis to provoke involuntary spasms and jolts in a man's body, particularly sensitive nervous spots, which she tries to exploit as much as possible. Using these spots would make him orgasm faster, but it might give her a chance to drop out of his grasps by shaking her head at the same time. She shows amazing skill in pressing and twirling her tongue at exactly the spot she wants while shaking her head around.

Madman Machine lets out a loud groan as she hits that specific spot, his grip further weakened as her head shakes. He trembles where he stands, her touch bringing him closer to orgasm as he expected at this point.

Liliah is very tempted to bite, but by the power of this ancient ritual she was born implanted with, she only succeeds in softly grinding her teeth against his skin...

Liliah: Hhhhrrrnnnff..! Hmmmmmll...

Madman Machine feels her teeth against his especially sensitive shaft, and is shocked into action. He squeezes her horns tightly, pulling her face further, impaling her mouth onto his cock, extended to its full length.

Liliah is aware that she is about to lose, letting out her frustration into a particularly aggressive-sounding groan

Liliah reacts right away as she feels his cock entering her mouth more deeply by extending her tongue, which coils around it a few times, and by swallowing when she feels the tip of his cock down her throat, which makes him feel something pulling on the tip of his cock. As he probably already knew, Liliah is specially equipped for this kind of service and doesn't gag at all, being in fact still able to breathe.

Liliah has her eyes closed, fully dedicated to her task and appearing fairly well prepared mentally to face the inevitable outcome...

Madman Machine 's lips curve into a satisfied smile, growing each few seconds, every time he grinds her face into his crotch by the horns. He quivers almost violently, his climax building as his body grows tense...

Liliah finally uses her hands, which she still hasn't used due to the futility of fighting someone who's probably as strong in one finger as she is in all 10, to massage his balls and stroke the base of his cock when it's not in her mouth. Enjoying her last few minutes of free will for today, Madman can even see her merrily wiggling her rear as she licks and sucks

Madman Machine breaks out into a long, ecstatic groan, his body going taut, almost convulsing as he explodes, his cum oozing down her throat, spurting heavily.

Liliah greedily vacuums into her mouth and swallows every bit of what may or may not be her last meal for a while, wriggling and squirming her little demonic body at his feet. With every gulp she takes of his cum, she can clearly feel her mind weaken and open up to her new master's every move and every words.

Madman Machine empties every last drop of cum down her waiting throat, feeling her grow much less aggressive these last few moments, and now placid, even domesticated. His body grows slack, finally, panting heavily as he comes down from an incredible oral stimulation.

Liliah is now a completely different person, right down to the slightest detail in her body language. She now seems calm, docile, always listening and well-mannered. She remains in her squatting position even though she can move her legs again, awaiting her first orders patiently.

Liliah is going through many emotions inside herself, even more than her usual dose of shame, inferiority complex, frustration and anger, but all of those are completely repressed as the real and complete Liliah is locked into a small corner of her own mind, helpless, defenseless, completely malleable.

Madman Machine finally lets go of her horns, still breathing deeply as he looks down at his new, albeit temporary slave. He can only guess as to how she's feeling, but knows asking would be useless.

Liliah seems even more at ease and her body calms down even more as her horns are released, and she patiently and almost admiringly gazes at her master

Madman Machine: Well...this is...pretty neat.

Madman Machine carefully gazes down at his new toy, wondering just what to order of her first.

Liliah is still crouching, her tail calmly and almost hypnotically swinging left and right, her wings giving off the occasional flutter, staring silently at her master. Liliah would normally never be able to remain immobile for such a long time.

Madman Machine: Stand, Liliah.

Liliah promptly stands the second she is obeyed to

Madman Machine scratches his chin, smiling almost giddily at the options afforded him.

Madman Machine: Strip. Everything.

Liliah has excellent stamina to be able to get up from crouching for so long without even flinching... She begins peeling off her bodysuit, the only piece of clothing hiding her smooth, silky and soft blue skin. Even without doing an effort to strip-tease, the way she moves and wriggles so casually to get naked is extremely appealing

Liliah does not forget to also remove her boots and various pieces of ornamental armor around her hips and shoulders

Liliah 's breasts practically don't budge when freed from the apparently tight bodysuit, a testament to their supernatural roundness and firmness.

Madman Machine bursts into a singular round of applause, finding this quite exciting. An actual succubus bent to his will! He decides to test her with the next order.

Liliah soon feels her nipples harden as well from the sensation of being completely naked while she continues to listen for and obey orders

Madman Machine: For as long as you belong to me, you will wear only one article of clothing: pantyhose. Is that understood?

Liliah: Yes, master.

Madman Machine: Get on it!

Madman Machine claps his hands together loudly, an imperious smile leveled at her.

Liliah looks around and sees if she finds a pair of pantyhose

Liliah takes the first pair she sees or is given and methodically slides them on, pulling them up on each of her foot before taking the waistband and slowly pulling it up, wriggling and shaking her thighs to fit into them

Madman Machine starts making a mental list of things to do with her as she goes to fulfill his command. He hasn't even noticed his pants are still open, his cock dangling outside of them.

Liliah takes her time adjusting her pantyhose perfectly, twisting them one inch at a time until she feels perfectly comfortable in them, pulling them up so that they mold her voluptuous thighs flawlessly. As a final touch, she delicately pierces a hole through which she passes her tail.

Madman Machine nods satisfactorily, smiling at his voluptuous slave, clad to his specifications.

Madman Machine: Wonderful! Now, your next duty is to clean my cock, as best you can.

Madman Machine points to the flaccid organ, still covered, or really caked, in his cum and her saliva.

Liliah crouches before her master, drying out her mouth a little by swallowing her saliva before she starts licking and sucking his cock dry, sucking out any last drops of cum, sucking up excess saliva, constantly swallowing to keep her mouth as dry as possible, looking very carefully at his member during the whole process, sometimes letting out small moans as she sucks.

Madman Machine shudders just slightly, finding the feel of her tongue incredibly sensuous even now. Now, he is able to concentrate his attention on her charms, without fear of her using them against him.

Liliah then switches to using her hands alone when she is satisfied about the level of dryness she could attain by using her dried-out mouth. She finishes up by delicately patting and rubbing up remaining moisture in a way that's sexy and cute at the same time. She tightens her purple lips and blows air out to help drying. Then, as she caresses his cock to ensure complete dryness, she looks up at her master seeking approbation and further orders.

Madman Machine softly pats her smooth cheek, smiling in approval at the job she has done. He pulls his cock into his pants once more, and fastens them, before thinking of further orders.

Madman Machine: Every bit of you is especially sensitive, isn't it?

Liliah: Yes, master. My entire body feels good.

Madman Machine: Then I want you on your back, with your feet extended to me.

Liliah rolls backwards from the crouching position she was staying in, passing her tail between her legs not to lay on it. While supporting her rear with her hands, she lifts her legs up as high as she can, aimed directly at Madman Machine, her feet flexed forward and her legs slightly spread, the shape of her labia visible through the pantyhose

Madman Machine takes her hosed feet in his hands, stroking them slowly. He presses his thumbs into her soles, dragging them up and down, from heels to toes, back and forth and again.

Liliah naturally relaxes, squirming, arching her back and purring softly, thinking how kind her master is. She makes her best effort to keep her legs up without trembling at all, making use of her extremely high stamina

Madman Machine is endlessly impressed at the conditioning of his slave, smiling to himself as he continues to stroke and caress her hosed feet. Best to soften her up now...there will doubtless be more strenuous tasks to come.

Liliah lets out a sigh of relief as she feels her master's thumbs digging into her feet, making her whole body shiver and then feel relaxed. She wriggled and flexed her feet in his hands, stretching out her toes and the pantyhose at the same time

Madman Machine smiles and leans forward, running his tongue over her small, soft pantyhosed feet, back and forth along her toes, even as his fingers continue their work.

Liliah giggles softly and twists around a little bit, her feet being tickled by her master's tongue. The feeling in the extremity of her leg is getting to her, her nipples now much more than simply poking out as they were when she first removed her clothes, and her crotch is clearly throbbing with arousal.

Madman Machine wraps his lips over the toes on her right foot, suckling them slowly through her hose, while going on to stroke them by hand even still. He continues to observe her reactions, almost clinically.

Liliah breathes deeply as she feels her toes being sucked on and slowly getting wet through the mesh of her pantyhose, getting more and more aroused, even though it's only her toes... Becoming slightly more restless, she pushes her rear up with her hands, lets it back down when her fingers are tired and repeats.

Liliah would normally spit out a remark about how his licking her feet seems completely un-master-like, but ironically she also cannot because of the same person

Liliah: Hhaahh...

Madman Machine continues for a few more moments, before pulling his lips away. He looks her up and down, the willing, unquestioning slave he's won.

Madman Machine: Now, on hands and knees.

Liliah stands back up into a crouching position before bending forward, putting both hands on the floor and unfolding her legs behind her, resting on her knees. Arranged like this, with her curved back, her rear and hips wriggling restlessly, her wagging tail and her looking up at her master, she looked her smallest and most resembled some sort of demonic, winged, blue-skinned bitch in heat.

Madman Machine thinks he'll remember her this way most, grinning at the sight of the usually dangerous demoness on all fours before him, waiting to do his bidding.

Madman Machine has pulled up a chair, curiously observing the stillness of his demonic pet, while checking his watch for the remaining time of possession.

Liliah looked up at her master, her perky breasts being squeezed between her arms as she pulls her head up, awaiting his orders

Madman Machine: Come to me, Liliah.

Madman Machine pats his thigh, gesturing for her to crawl to him.

Liliah started shuffling forward, walking on her hands and dragging her knees behind her. Her rear swung wildly left and right, her tiny waist flexing as she crawled towards her master. When she arrived in front of him, she jumped and laid on his leg, her breasts caressing his thigh

Liliah stared at Madman Machine with an innocent, obedient expression, seeming completely oblivious to the fact that she was being treated as a dog

Madman Machine lays his hand on her pantyhose-covered rear, stroking it just softly enough, his fingers meeting the base of her tail. He looked upon her with a perfectly condescending grin.

Liliah wriggled her butt under his touch, her tail spinning and caressing back her master's fingers

Liliah: Hmmn..

Madman Machine gently pulls at her tail, just above the base, while lazily brushing his hand along the prehensile appendage.

Liliah gasps, enlacing his leg with her arms and holding it tightly, squeezing her breasts against his legs as she shivered and whined from having her tail pulled, even without much strength

Liliah: Aaahhn!

Madman Machine leans in towards her face, exploiting her open mouth with his tongue as he slides it in while pressing his lips to hers.

Liliah presses her voluptuous, soft purple lips against her master's as well, her tongue meekly meeting with his, gently brushing against it but not daring to push it back. Liliah's saliva is completely different from humans. It has a sweet, aromatic taste that resembles Liliah's scent, appetizing and arousing.

Liliah: Hmmlll...

Madman Machine needs only taste Liliah for a moment before it starts to override his human side. With each tangle of their tongue, he lusts more for her, before he is pushing her off of his lap and onto the floor, where he joins her.

Liliah gasps and falls to the floor, her tail flailing forward to avoid being squeezed under her back. She winces for a moment when her wings are crushed below her, but the feeling quickly subsides and she feels comfortable again. When her master approaches her, she keeps her arms and legs open, inviting him in.

Madman Machine reaches for his belt buckle and starts to unfasten his pants, while his lips meet hers again, locking together uncontrollably as his tongue enters her mouth once more.

Liliah parts her lips again, receiving the kiss of her master and responding passionately, her lips gently pressing against his as her tongue twirls around his excitedly

Madman Machine unzips his trousers and pushes them down past his hips. His cock works itself free as the pants come down, already stiff with anticipation. Next, he slips his fingers under the band of Liliah's hose, rolling it down from her waist.

Liliah helps her master take off her pantyhose, lifting her rear up, pulling her tail out an wiggling her hips to ease her pantyhose down, her legs opened as wide as she can and her pussy twitching eagerly in anticipation

Madman Machine slides the hose down to her knees, nudging her side to gesture for her to lift her legs out of the mesh. As his hips lower, the head of his cock brushes against her needy slit.

Liliah jolts from suddenly feeling her master's cock on her crotch and lifts her legs up high, temporarily showing her round buttocks resting around the floor and her tail, and keeps them up until her pantyhose is removed.

Madman Machine grinds his hips against hers with more force, his cock lined up with her wetness. He pushes himself into her slowly, trying to fit his thick shaft comfortably inside her. When he fit himself in totally, he begins to pump his hips in earnest, thrusting himself back and forth within her pussy.

Liliah grabs her legs before they fall back down, and pulls them back as far as she can, pushing her crotch out and giving her master the best possible access to her smooth labia. As she is penetrated, she begins breathing more heavily, her wings wriggling under her and her tail flailing around in the back, occasionally touching her master's legs.

Liliah: Hhhhuunnnnn... Aaaah!

Madman Machine props himself on one knee, trying to give himself leverage as he thrusts his hips into hers, driven to further arousal by her cries, by the scent she gives off in her own arousal, and by the feeling of her around him. He buries his head in her ample bosom as they slam into each other.

Liliah pants, locking her arms around her knees to hold her legs more easily while she is shaken back and forth by her master's powerful thrusts. Her restless tail, which has become slightly slick and oily from arousal, anchors itself around one of Madman Machine's legs, making it feel a bit cold and wet. She arches her back a little bit, pushing her chest up and towards her master's face.

Madman Machine wiggles his tongue out between her breasts as she pushes them further against his face. He props himself onto his other knee as well, sliding his arms around her thighs and lifting her hips. His thrusts grow harder, more forceful and desperate, reflecting his physical state, as do the ecstatic groans that escape his lips.

Liliah wriggles her lower body up and down as much as she can to the pace of Madman Machine's thrusts. As she is pounded into harder, she also begins breathing more heavily and deeply, occasionally letting out deep moans and higher-pitched squeals of enjoyment. Her pussy wraps itself very tightly around his cock, and it seems like it pushes him out when he goes out and pulls him in when he thrusts back in. Meanwhile, droplets of a white liquid pearl up on Liliah's hard, purple nipples, and little streams start flowing down her round blue fleshy orbs,

Madman Machine can't remember the last encounter he had like this, where the woman bowed beneath him was like a living machine of pure, unabashed pleasure. Her very touch seems to send shudders through his systems, and his cock betrays that, quivering as it pounds away, the result of his pistoning hips. His body starts to tighten up, as he feels himself getting closer to the end.

Liliah begins to feel her sensation of ecstasy heighten, her arousal suddenly climbing, feeling like she's hit this point of no-return, this point where she has a glimpse of an orgasm which she must reach. She begins to feel her body tingles and shivers while her pussy throbs and pulses with great strength, randomly strangling her master's cock and almost holding it in, or closing itself and almost blocking it out, depending on where it is. Her nipples occasionally let tiny streams of her milk fly away when her body shakes from being pounded into

Liliah: Hah... Uuuhh... Hnnnff... Uuaahhh... Oohhmmm...

Liliah is breathing hard and fast, producing a wide variety of assorted moans

Liliah also notices her feet and toes are beginning to twirl, twist, tighten and stretch because of her aroused state

Madman Machine is carelessly shoving her back and forth across the floor at this point, slamming into her with abandon. His logic failsafes are overloaded to the point of necessary reboot, as his mind is a fog of pleasure and need. His hips grow slower but no less forceful, as his body tenses further, almost spasming as he hoists her onto her shoulders at a low angle while savaging her.

Liliah tightens her arms, and in turn folds her legs onto herself, to the point of almost hurting herself, her feet very close to her face. In her excitement, she regularly shuffles her head left and right, sometimes knocking one of her horn on the ground, making her entire body jolt in surprise and her pussy quiver violently. Her thighs and her ass turn purple where her master has been slapping away, just like her flushed face.

Madman Machine feels his body go stiff for a moment, his vision exploding into colorful static, before convulsing in total euphoria. He tries to keep thrusting as best he can, as his cock explodes, shooting his seed into her, but finally his body gives in, overwhelmed by orgasmic waves.

Liliah is sneaked up on by her own orgasm, which she thought was still many more thrusts away, however her succubic body picks up signs of arousal in her partners and lets her feel some of her master's ecstasy. She passively absorbs her master's thrusts one moment, and the next she finds herself on the brink of an orgasm. She is tipped over the edge when she feels her master's cum being pumped into her, releasing her legs, which wrap around her master and tighten around him while her hands caress and grope all over her own body.

Liliah bites her lips while her hands go all over her breasts, squeezing out a few streams of her milk, and all over her face, grasping her cheeks, her ears and her horns while her body is showered in jolts of orgasmic pleasure.

Liliah would rage almost to tears and never shut up if she were herself, having lost a prime opportunity to drain energy because of this damned ritual. Fortunately, Liliah's current meek and silent personality contrasts perfectly with that.

Liliah lets out all sorts of loud noises, even though she tries to contain her orgasm, producing long and loud "Hnnnnnn"s and "Oohhhhhh"s until she slowly settles down

Madman Machine finally comes through his climactic spasms, panting deeply as he almost drops her, systems coming back online. His vision begins to clear, diagnostic readouts in his field of view before his standard HUD reloads. He looks down at her, still filled with need for the demonic slave, need and almost...affection?

Liliah lays on the floor, tired, used, her arms and legs spread wide open, her torso covered in tiny droplets of milk and drops of her master's cum oozing out of her crotch

Madman Machine still lies atop her, though to the side somewhat. He leans his head over to hers, drawing his tongue along her lips even as he continues panting, his ventilation system still restarting.

Liliah stares straight into Madman Machine's eyes with her usual obedient and harmless expression, incredibly silent compared to the usual Liliah who's always throwing comments, provocations, insults and teases. She tilts her head and welcomes her master's kiss with her pouted lips and her tongue eagerly awaiting behind

Madman Machine slips his tongue past her lips, twisting it playfully around hers while his lips lock with hers, forming a sort of seal. His hand strokes her inner thigh, still damp with sweat and his cum.

Liliah throws her own tongue against her master's, letting his guide the movements of hers. She draws her legs a bit closer together when she feels this hand on her thighs, but doesn't shut them together completely, rather leaving just enough space for his hand to dig through between her thighs.