Lilith

"I'd like to take another look at Lilith."

The clerk gives you a slow nod, leading you back down the hall and coming to Lilith's room where she is calmly lounging in a corner, a massive bean bag chair contouring to her figure. The moment the clerk’s key enters the lock Lilith is on alert, leaping up from the chair and racing for the door. Watching with lustful intent, Lilith waits, staring with expectant eyes and a sexy smirk that speaks volumes. She growls in a pleased manner, slinking up to you with a seductive sway and elegantly rubs her body against your own. You can already feel the heat produced by Lilith as she wraps her massive wings around the both of you, her hands grabbing hold of your cheeks and pulling you into a searing kiss. Lilith's lithe and toned arms slowly wrap around your body, her clawed fingers drawing along your clothed back and playing along the skin beneath like a finely tuned instrument.

Your blood begins to boil as you slide your arms around Lilith, pulling her delicious form closer and pressing her massive mammaries into your chest. Your hands slide up and down Lilith's back, playing along her sensitive spine before coming to the base of her lovely wings, gently rubbing at the intersection of her back and those unique appendages. Lilith moans into the kiss, lightly scratching into your back and forcefully breaking into your mouth with her tongue. You feel her long appendage slither between your lips, wrapping around your own organ with ease. A soft cough from the clerk breaks you from your ravine but not Lilith; instead her eyes appear to deepen in lust as she jerks you close, almost pulling you atop of her as she tries to lie down on the floor...

Without warning Lilith leaps away from you, her hands clasping over her ears as a soft whine emanates from her mouth. Confused, you turn around to find the clerk has pulled a small whistle from his pocket, a minute brass instrument which makes little to no noise to you. Suddenly it hits you as the clerk stops, Lilith still whimpering but not making another move on you. "I'm sorry about that," the clerk apologizes with an amused smile, "Lilith is a very amorous Animorph and she has a tendency to jump on any owner she sees." In response to this Lilith sticks her long tongue out at the clerk, a childish act of defiance on the only authority figure you’ve seen in this place. However, just as a light mood appears to settle in it is quickly dissipated, a single glance between Lilith and the clerk causing a turn for the worst in the conversation.

“I also have the obligation to inform you,” the clerk says with a bit of apprehension, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in uncertainty, “due to Lilith’s previous actions she has been returned to us on three different occasions and for one, she has a permanent record on our files.” Your eyes shoot open in surprise, turning to look at Lilith who simply stares at the ground. You could see the hurt in her eyes, the uncertainty in her stance, the worry that emanates from every fiber of her being. “Think of this record as a bite record for a dog,” the clerk continues, his voice softer and less confident than before, “if Lilith gets another mark then…well I’m sure you can guess.” A tense silence resonates in the air, Lilith not once meeting your gaze while the clerk stands off at the side, his body shifting slightly uncomfortably from one foot to another.

For a moment you contemplate the situation, you didn’t even know there was such a thing as a bite record for Animorphs. In one way it made you worried, what could have Lilith done to get onto the list? Yet, it also made him wonder how many customers came through here, found out this news about Lilith, and decided to pass her by without a thought. She was certainly needy and very rowdy…but you’ve always been a bit of an insatiable guy yourself. It only takes you seconds to decide before you turn to the clerk, grinning at him from ear to ear. The clerk nods back with his own small smile, allowing you to turn back to Lilith and notice her gaze is still trained at the ground with a sense of defeated resignation. Without Lilith even noticing your actions you deftly attach the collar around her neck, a smooth movement that is only registered by Lilith after the fact. Her ears suddenly perk up and look at you, both hands coming up to feel the leather around her neck in surprise. "Lilith," you say with a grin, her luminescent eyes shimmering with lust and love, "you're coming home with me."

“Th-thank you master" she whispers, gripping you in another embrace. This embrace however doesn’t include a kiss; instead this hug is one of weeping eyes and soft sobs, Lilith's joy at being chosen obvious in her whispers and moans. You wrap your arms around Lilith and smile, knowing your choice is right, “Let’s go home Lilith.”