Watch, just for a bit...

Bowen had a hard time keeping his eyes off Lilith's extraordinary assets, completely alien yet incredibly beautiful. She stalked closer, the motion both enticing him forward and reminding him of a predator on the hunt. The treemen had a reputation for being terrible flirts, at least by fey standards, and they mercilessly catcalled passing fairies. This morning had proven they had no idea what to do when the fairies actually landed and Bowen felt justified in being rather alarmed by the demonette's forwardness. Resisting his intense curiosity, he backpedaled, keeping his distance from the red seductress, "So... you said you had answers?" It came out rather breathlessly and Lilith chuckled as she continued her advance, "I do, I have all the answers to your questions... but tell me little man," He bristled slightly, "have you ever seen a pair of tits before? You're staring..."

Bowen stumbled over himself, almost apologizing before he remembered who the victim was here, "I-uh... no. No ma'am." The demoness pouted, "do I really look old enough to be a ma'am?" This creature was terribly confusing, Bowen thought. If she was, or ever had been fey then age was almost irrelevant, "Well, I... I don't know... what would you like me to call you?" She grinned, "How about 'Mistress'?"

"Uh...." She rushed forward, catching him off guard, and grabbed his arms, "I guess it's not surprising, all those flower girls are flat as boards anyway, would you like to feel them?" She didn't give him a choice, pulling his hands up and pressing them into her oversized mammaries. Bowen genuinely forgot his situation as his hands reflexively massaged the soft tissue, an abrupt tightness appearing in his tunic, "Well, well, well... Treemen are hung after all, what a waste you never use them." Bowen followed her gaze and blushed, trying to turn away but his hands wouldn't relinquish their purchase. Lilith cackled and slid her hands to his waist, "don't worry baby, you don't have to be proper with me... let me make you a man." Utterly lost, Bowen could only let out a grunt of surprise as Lilith flung him against the wall and pressed up against him in a passionate kiss.

Lilith was having almost too much fun playing with the young treeman. He was just so boyish and naive... she was going to love corrupting this one. Of course, she didn't think he would go along with her usual method of corruption. She could try to **** him but under that green exterior was tough, noncompliant wood. Her ego didn't let her consider the possibility of defeat but her gut feeling told her that overpowering him would be more trouble than it was worth. Exposure to cum was usually the catalyst for most of her transformative magic but she knew Jezebel could do it just through touch. Of course, much as she hated to admit it, Jezebel was a lot more powerful when it came to using magic. An idea struck her: maybe she could use another bodily fluid?