An Opulent Throneroom

As you awake you realize you are still restrained, though in a different manner. Chains bind your arms and legs and suspend you in the air naked. Ahead of you is a throne made for a giant, made of polished black stone with golden metals and purple fabrics accenting. On the throne is a figure that is somehow blurry, vaguely female but otherwise indistinct.

"I see my guest has arrived." A sultry voice says and the figure begins to take shape. Her skin is a deep purple, her figure is seems to be crafted to your vision of feminine perfection with nothing to cover it. Her hair is jet black and unbelievably long and just messy enough it doesn't become unattractive. Two gigantic curved horns rise from her forehead, just below her eyes glow an unnatural violet. A tail swings, comparatively larger than the succubi's and the end is more phallic in shape. Two massive batlike wings extend from her back, with a smaller pair from her hips and an even smaller set at her ankles.

But the most striking thing about her is something immaterial, a presence she exudes. Just being near her feels dominating, you find your thoughts drawn to her no matter how hard you try to think of something else. Even worse, when you think of her you feel exited and even horny, like a high schooler thinking about a crush. As you try to face away from her more chains materialize and wrap around your head, forcing it to look at her. She smiles at you, her expression a mix of a mother looking at a favored child, and a predator cornering its' next meal.

"It's rude to avoid eye contact you know. If you are to be my child, you'll need to learn better manners than that." She chastises you, causing you confusion. Her child? Before you can ask anything the chains around you tighten, and a lash painfully rakes itself against your back. The lashing continues until you cry out in pain, the woman smirks and it stops. "A reminder, should you act out of turn. Now to business.". You are suddenly pulled to her face, the chains moving like elastic yet somehow still refusing to let you budge an inch. Being closer to the demoness only enhances the effect she has on you, your face flushes and you feel on the edge of climaxing.

"I am Lilith." Something about the way she says her name elicits a primal fear in you, but it is quickly swallowed by overwhelming pleasure. "And you, my sweet little thing, are of interest to me. There is a spark of something wonderful in you, even those foolish succubi entrapped in that house could see it.". You remember their words, they even used that same word. A 'spark'. Lilith looks at you thoughtfully, as if she can see into your mind.

"They wanted you for themselves, but all the denizens of hell spawned from lust trace their lineage from me, and so I too took notice of you. How can I continue to let such a glorious soul be tarnished by such a..." Disgust lines Lilith's face as she speaks, "homely shell. And I feel the darkness in your soul, I know you wish for it as well. To rise anew from your old self and become something more. All you need do is accept my blessing."