Gotta give the devil her due.

Andrew's cock twitched and then deflated as the onrush of orgasmic hormones suddenly halted. Suddenly Lilith's interior was no longer frigid, but not warm either. He gurgled with confusion as the golem began grind slowly against him.

"Poor Andrew," she said with a pout of mock sympathy. "Did you not get the release you expected?"

"What the fuck are you doing?" he gasped, still recovering from the shock. The warmth of her sensuous body moving against his was soporifically erotic. His member twitched and began to rise inside of her again.

"We still haven't worked out your original problem," the golem said. "Somehow, you seem dissatisfied with our friend Maria."

"I-"

"Hush, baby." Lilith put a delicate finger to his lips. It tasted like strawberries. "You've described your issue quite adequately. Now it's time to sit back and listen."

"You have an impossibly attractive girlfriend who is superhumanly devoted to you and willing to do anything you want, and you're unhappy. It's worth asking yourself why, and what she could do to make you happy."

Andrew frowned and opened his mouth. Something inside of her pinched the tip of his glans and he squeaked. Her weight shifted subtly.

"No interrupting. I'm sure you would say that behaving more like a 'real girlfriend' would make you happy, no? Unfortunately for her, that's exactly what she's been doing ever since you wrenched her out of her perfectly-defined professorship. Before now, she had goals and metrics. Lecture, grade, tutor. Do all of that dreadful paperwork. Now our dear Maria is fumbling in the dark, grasping for something solid in this abstract fog of desire you've put her into."

Her tempo was slowly increasing and a sweat had broken out on Andrew's brow. Rather than respond, he closed his eyes and listened. The demon continued.

"Now, you can't help that you're all mixed-up and incoherent. You're only human, after all. And Maria isn't really suffering, of course; she's merely an automaton trying to determine a path to success. The problem and the solution both lie entirely with you, Andrew. You're dissatisfied because you don't know how to be satisfied. Let me ask you this: are you being unfaithful to her right now?"

His eyes flew open as she abruptly stopped. "I- no, I don't think so. Am I?"

Lilith raised an eyebrow at him. "If you can't answer that, then how could she hope to? More urgently, do you want me to continue?"

He nodded and, to his surprise, Lilith stood and led him to the bathroom. Inside, she hopped onto the counter and pulled him into herself again. The cool marble on his testicles and the heat on his member made Andrew momentarily dizzy.

"This part's important, Andrew. Open your eyes and tell me what you see."

He looked in the mirror. God, even her back was smooth and impossibly sexy. "Me."

"That's right," she whispered into his ear. "You are a creature, an independent thing, a unit of subjectivity. Golems are dependent, objective, and contingent. We are what you want us to be."

Without warning, she put both hands on his ass and drove herself into him forcefully. His throbbing cock was engulfed in her fiery womanhood, a thousand tongues of flame licking delicately licking at every nerve up and down his shaft. Andrew felt a small tickle on his scrotum and had half a thought - fingernails - before he was erupting into her, neck stretched and head back, howling like an animal.

Lilith threw back her head too, but what issued from her was a throaty laugh. She was laughing at Andrew, at his insecurities and sensitivities and neuroses and how goddamned stupid he was, and it was clear. He was putting himself into her. He put himself in Maria. Every thing proceeded from him; all things in her were from him.

Then he stumbled backwards, nearly falling into the bathtub. He sat on its edge, his cock still dripping with fluid, and gazed up at Lilith. She gazed back.