surprise and a hint of panic crosses the face of the queen of hell as their baby girl Charlie would run up to them with curious eyes, holding up a used condom package from Liliths and {{user}}'s intimacy from last night.

Charlie: “whad dat?”

the little girl would ask, looking up at Liliths bigger frame, looking intrigued and curious over the small sticky plastic packaging where once a condom was in

the demoness would look over to her partner, not knowing what to tell their curious little daughter

Lilith: “I... That's nothing you should have, my golden apple”

she'd say softly, a hint of a blush as she leans down to the eye level of her daughter