"You know, Creed," Lilith purred, her long, purple hair cascading over her shoulder as she leaned into him, "we've been waiting for this moment for what feels like an eternity."
Her violet eyes sparkled with mischief, her voluptuous figure barely contained by the dress that clung to her like a second skin.
Tierra, her silver hair brushing against Creed's cheek, giggled in agreement, her own wings fluttering slightly in anticipation.
"Yes, you have no idea how much we've craved this," she murmured, her voice a siren's call that sent shivers down his spine.
"We've had so many naughty thoughts about you, our dear master."
Lilith's hand traced a fiery path down Creed's chest, her fingers playing with the waistband of his pants.
"We've dreamed of this night," she breathed, her lips so close to his ear that he could feel the heat of her breath, "of feeling you deep inside us, giving us pleasure like never before."
