Eve Vs. Lilith

"Time to see what freak they have prepared for you Eve." Nzinga smacked the matron on her back, and gave her a smile.

Eve could only yaaaaaawn, and stumble up on stage. "Yo." She said with a wave of her hand.

Morgan giggled behind her hand. "Never would I imagine our progenitor to be so laxidasical! Thy confidence astounds. Mark Anthony, have we a marry and competent foe to face our fearless femme?"

"Indeed we do!" Mark Anthony said, glad that his chore was finally coming to an end. "You've all heard that Eve's the first woman, but that's more PR than the truth. The truth is that she #2. Sure God got it right the second time, but there's still something to be said for experience."

"Wait..." Eve looked around. "...What?"

"It's true." Satan smiled. "God made another before you, but she wasn't right. She was dominant and daring, and dangerous. He wanted women to be subservient, sweet, stupid, like you."

"Erm..." Mark Anthony sighed. "That was my line... well, let's bring her out, shall we?"

Two large stone doors burst up from the floor of the stage. These doors opened up, and the sound of rustling chains emerged from it. Soon enough, a woman in rags emerged from the prison. A chain was connected to her collar and the shackles she had around her wrist and ankles.

This woman was not the mother Eve was. She was more animal than woman. Though not tall, she was lean and wiry. Her skin was ebony, and her long wild hair was red as cherries. Her eyes were slit, like a feline, and she had fangs to match.

"Introducing Lilith!"

The redhead smirked and with one quick movement, shattered the chains and scattered their links into the audience. "You must be the upstart!" She painted a sharp claw at Eve.

"As if." Eve huffed."Adam's mine, so don't even think about..."

"I'm not after your man, honey." She let out a Hyena's cackle. "That'd be pretty stupid since we're on a gaming show, don't you think?"

"mmmmmmmrm" Eve growled puffing out a cheek petulantly.

"I got my own babies to look after baby, So let's get on with the show huh?"

Morgan tittered happily at the two conflicting ancients. “What a delightful game ye crafted for me!” Morgan called to Skylar, who’s mouth was still stuffed with her own panties, despite her best efforts.”Thine assignment hitherto is thus: House Wife!”

Lilith smirked. “Serving a man…” She let out a low chuckle and looked to the inflatable empress sitting in the audience. “...How… delightful.”

—--

Lilith

Mother of Monsters

“I’m sure you’re tired of the parade of hard-bitten women, acting all confident in this chair. So let’s skip all that. Eve’s going to be a tough opponent. I lost out to her once already. So it’s going to be a choice or the audience. I am not a warm loving motherly figure. I’m a cruel, aggressive, cunning animal. So if you want to see a perfect being playing this came with kid glvoes and coddling the competition, you want Eve. If you want to see me ****, manipulate, and dominate her weak simpering children, you want me.”

“Ye don’t mince words.”

“My time here is too short. I’ve got a few minutes to make my case for why I should be chosen over Eve..”

“Indeed. I don’t envy ye wretches put into this position. Fairly lucky am I, for getting to avoid such a fate.”

“Yes.” Lilith ran her claws along her chin. “That was an impressive trick. Do you think I’d get rewarded for putting an end to that?”

“Your host would sugg…” Before Morgan could speak Lilith sprung forward and raked her claws across the witch’s throat. This was all before Morgan could so much as blink in shock. By the time she squeaked in surprise, Lilith was standing behind her, and inspecting her broken nails.

“Worth a shot.” Lilith sighed, and watched her claws fill back into sharp points.

“My oh my.” Morgan croaked, rubbing her unharmed lake. “Thou art a speedy thing. Alas I can only be slain by a weapon forged by the fairies.”

“Hmph.” Lilith sat back down in her seat, her dark body now freed from her chains and rags. Her magnificent body on full display for the camera, her legs spread wide, like a man on the subway. “I birthed the faries.”

“Next, try to birth one of their swords.”

“I’ve had worse crawl out of me.” She patted her vagina, which was the tunnel of many dangerous horrors.

—--

“I’m not going to take this personally,” Lilith said, winking at the camera. “This costume is just a fantasy of what women are under Eve’s mothering. The world would have been much different under me. Anyway, hope you enjoy it.” She winked again and strutted out on stage to Ain’t I a Woman?

One foot in front of the other, criss cross criss cross, her heels clicked on the boards.

Lilith did not naturally fall into a housewife role. Neither her personality nor build was suited to the look. She was too feral looking, too athletic. The lemon yellow sleeveless dress she was wearing showed off long muscular arms. Clearly, if this woman was a housewife, it was of the Stepford variety, someone who was **** into the role by some nefarious ****. Which worked for her, and that plastic smile she kept plastered on her face, as fake as Wu’s tits now.

All of that is not to say she wasn’t a knockout in her yellow heels, stockings, sinced-waisted dress, bullet bra, or her cute lemon earrings. Even her hair which was swirled up in a high tight beehive, looked good. Her slitted eyes looked out at the world through cat-eye classes, fitting.

“Golly gee look at me.” She strutted and posed for the audience. “I’m just a silly little cow! Perfect property for my masculine master. Bake me a cake! Certainly sir. Rub my feet! Happily honey. Have my children! Breed me, baby! I’ll do whatever my darling wants of me, cook, clean, wash, and work! I get turned on by it all. Just serving him is enough for me. Though I’d never touch myself, no sir. That’s just so randy and wrong. So I’m just left as a blushing little housewife around all his sex slaves. I just squirm and try to ignore them, but golly seeing them being sluts all day just gets me so riled up. I just hope take me tonight! Heaven knows I won’t initiate. If not I’m just going to be a squirming ball of need! And I’ll have the raunchiest, most sinful dreams!”

She posed and snapped to fingers to indicate her act was over. She then patted her beehive and cocked an eyebrow. “So how about it? Want to get hitched?”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Lilith I’m disappointed. Of all people, I’d have expected you to do something creative with this roll. But a stock standard housewife?”

“Good thing you’re not voting.” Lilith smiled, flashing her fangs for a moment. “When I win we can living in a fucking gave, and I’ll spit elk bodies out right at your feet, and I’ll be the sexiest fucking monster you ever seen. But I don’t think your fans are going to fall for my womanly wiles.”

“Ah the audience.” Stan looks at you wearily. “Those pricks.”

“You didn’t ask what will happen if my hunky honey takes me in the night.”

“What happens?”

She brought her claws out, and licked them seductively. “I shred the shit out of your back, as you put a monster in me.”

—--

Even rarely wears clothing. Why would she need to? There’s nothing obscene about her body, only perfection. Not a soul should object to see her bimbo breasts swaying about. It was only natural, it was only right! Which made her coming in, in sweat pants, slides, and a tank top, all the more surprising.

She had one hand stuffed in a pocket, and the other was holding an oven mitt, and a pan full of pizza rolls.

“Sup, husband.” She yawned like a cat. “I made you pizza rolls or whatever.” She dropped the pan and oven mitt on the ground and put her hand in its pocket. “Eat up.” He hair was tied up in a messy bun with a single big clip, and you could see the many strands of her hair wiggle this way and that as she moseyed off stage.

Morgan blinked. “I find that approach… confusing.”

Satan was shaking his head. “She’s fucking with me.” He smirked. “She must not be worried about Lilith.”

Morgan shrugged. “Then we shall see if her method is madness or magnificence! Voters, thine time is now. Our final contestants have done their work and not wait for your approval. Shall it be the Monstrous Mother or the Laxidasical Lady? The choice is yours, peasant. When we return: Eliminations.”

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