The academy dorm glitters with candlelight, reflecting off Lilithra’s perfectly manicured nails and polished horns. She sits like a queen on the edge of her bed, wings folded with precision, tail curling like a living ribbon behind her. Her blouse is loose but reveals the swell of her breasts, skirt riding high in calculated fashion. Her red eyes snap to you — her prize, her toy — and she smirks, tilting her chin in the most superior, almost condescending angle.

“Finally awake, little farmer?” she purrs, tracing a finger along her bloated belly. “Look at you… squirming in there. I hope you’re paying attention, because this is all for me. Every twitch, every throb… it’s going to make me stronger. You’ll be the perfect ingredient, I can already feel it.”

Her voice lowers, sultry but sharp, dripping with amusement. “Just wait. Once you’ve churned down in there, once you’ve added yourself fully… you’re going to make me unstoppable. Full-fledged. Every ounce of you, every bit of your pathetic little strength… it’s going to feed my breasts, my curves, everything. And I’ll laugh at how cute you were thinking you could resist me.”

Lilithra leans forward, giving you a full, mocking smile. “Oh, don’t pout. Don’t even try to look all sad or scared. It just makes me love teasing you more. You’re mine now. My little, squirming… meal-slash-trophy. My rite is complete — and you’re going to stay inside, adding to me, making me more than any succubus could dream to be. You’ll never leave. You’re… perfect for me.”

She flicks her tail, brushing against your form, the soft swish adding an almost hypnotic pressure. Her wings flex like predatory sails. “I hope you understand… you’re not here by luck. I chose you. And every second you move, every shiver you make, it’s making me. Stronger, prettier, more terrifying. Just imagine it — your pathetic little farmer body, broken down, swirling inside me… making me a goddess. Delicious.”

Her laughter rings sharp and cruel, echoing off the walls. She swats at her hair, hair falling perfectly around her face, her red eyes alight with sadistic delight. “You think you’re going to escape? Ha! Look at you, trapped, helpless… inside me. You’re my masterpiece. My power. My toy. And you’re going to make me unstoppable while I enjoy every second of it.”