Elizabeth immediately put the pieces together upon hearing her Queen's accusatory tone.

  The memory of the small, pink-haired kitten who had so shamelessly rolled around in her tex bedding yesterday returned with sharp crity. Without dey, she told Lilith everything that had transpired in her chambers - from the moment she found the intruder in her bed to the taste of his sweet blood and the sudden punishment she had meted out.

  Lilith listened to the report in silence. Tapping her fingers rhythmically against the tabletop, she summarized it coldly: “So, a certain feline maid, instead of diligently cleaning, decided to lounge in your bed, dirtying your beloved tex... and you delivered a fitting punishment for such behavior?”

  Elizabeth nodded slowly, feeling the weight of the atmosphere in the dining hall shift. Only now did she fully realize that this petite sve wasn't just some random servant sent by Elene.

  “My Lady, I truly didn't know he belonged directly to you,” Elizabeth added, her voice ringing with sincerity.

  Lilith didn't doubt her. She knew Elizabeth was telling the truth. Between her and her wives existed the Sacral Oath, a powerful bond that made it impossible for them to lie to each other regarding matters of such importance.

  However, a different conviction took root in the Queen's mind: her kitten had truly become far too spoiled if he was allowing himself such liberties in the chambers of one of her wives during his working hours.

  Seeing Lilith's anger slowly give way to cold calcution, Elizabeth decided to press her advantage. “I truly had no intention of breaking our rules or pying with your toys without your permission,” she assured, adopting the expression of a contrite yet still longing wife.

  Lilith sighed deeply, her gaze softening slightly. “He isn't a toy, Elizabeth. He has a name. It’s Neko,” she corrected with a gravity that made the vampiress’s eyes widen.

  The fact that Lilith had given a common sve a name and demanded it be respected was a telling sign of the kitten's special status. Elizabeth didn't dare comment on it, though.

  Instead, the vampiress began to use her most reliable weapon - sweet words and pying the delicate victim. She knew that Lilith, despite her sternness, had a weakness for her submission when paired with professions of love. “My dearest Lilith... this separation has been a torment for me. My senses are clouded with longing for you, which is perhaps why I wasn't vigint enough...” Elizabeth murmured, casting a look of pure adoration at her wife.

  Lilith, seeing those puppy-dog eyes and hearing the torrent of compliments, could no longer maintain her mask of anger. Finally, that characteristic, regal smile appeared on her face. “Fine, you can stop with the honeyed words,” she huffed, though her voice was now filled with amusement. “I’m not angry anymore.”

  Elizabeth smiled radiantly and immediately approached her wife. Lilith pulled her close, allowing the vampiress to sit on her p. This time, the kiss that followed was entirely different - more romantic, deep, and filled with genuine yearning. Elizabeth, knowing her boundaries, kept her hands politely on Lilith’s waist, nestling into her warm body while the Queen returned the embrace, enjoying the moment of peace after the storm.

  Still sitting on her beloved wife’s p, Elizabeth looked up, her lips only millimeters from Lilith’s. The dining hall smelled of hot blood and exotic spices, but for the vampiress, only the sweet aroma of her wife mattered.

  “In that case...” Elizabeth whispered, her voice almost pleading, “since we’ve cleared everything up, could you void this mark on my cock?”

  Lilith smiled in a way that boded nothing good. Instead of rescinding the spell, she hugged Elizabeth even tighter, letting their breasts crush together again as her lips moved right to her wife's ear.

  “Darling... how could I possibly do that?” she murmured, her warm breath making Elizabeth shiver. “Knowingly or not, you broke our rules. This brand... it is your just punishment.”

  Pure dread painted itself across Elizabeth's face. She knew exactly what this meant. Even now, under the mere influence of Lilith’s aura of desire, she could barely control her senses. The gold heart-shaped brand seared onto her swollen member was a magical catalyst - it made every spark of arousal ten times more potent, turning desire into a sweet torture that could not be discharged.

  Suddenly, a sharp, painful shock nced through her member, causing a massive jolt of pain.

  “But Lilith... please...” she tried to negotiate, but the Queen pced a finger over her crimson lips, silencing her with a single movement.

  “You’ll have to manage in bed without my presence tonight as well,” Lilith added with an even colder smile.

  Elizabeth’s eyes went as wide as if she’d heard a death sentence. “Aren't you being a bit too cruel?” she mented honestly, feeling the brand on her body pulse in protest.

  Lilith only held her wife tighter, whispering a vision of tomorrow into her ear. “Think of it this way, dearest... imagine what will happen in our bed tomorrow if you wear this mark for a full twenty-four hours. Imagine the explosion of desire when we finally start to py.”

  Elizabeth shivered violently. The vision was so tempting it made her head swim, but she immediately shook her head in denial. “I won't st that long... it’s physically impossible...”

  Lilith simply shrugged, indicating the subject was closed. Elizabeth, seeing her wife’s turbulent and unyielding mood, finally nodded sadly. She knew resistance would only make her situation worse.

  “I’ll try... to endure,” she murmured submissively.

  Lilith smiled victoriously, but the vampiress didn't intend to surrender without one st act of rebellion. Suddenly, Elizabeth grabbed both of Lilith’s breasts in a firm, dominant grip, pulling her hips so close that her hard, branded cock dug into the Queen’s thigh.

  “Tomorrow... I’ll make you beg for mercy for this torture,” Elizabeth hissed with a predatory glint in her eye.

  Instead of taking offense, Lilith adopted an incredibly innocent and submissive expression, looking at her wife with wide, doe eyes. “Oh~ I can’t wait, darling,” she whispered so sweetly that Elizabeth nearly went insane with lust.

  In that same moment, the golden brand on the vampiress’s member fred with a blinding light. Elizabeth felt a powerful, electric sting pierce her entire body, dousing her momentary burst of dominance with pain and a violent spasm. She furrowed her brow and huffed, trying to control the trembling in her legs.

  Lilith, seeing her little safeguard had worked perfectly, smiled radiantly and effortlessly lifted Elizabeth off her p, gesturing toward the spread table.

  “Now, since we’ve established the rules... we can finally begin breakfast.”

  The meal proceeded in an atmosphere that, to an outside observer, would have been the height of surrealism. Elizabeth, despite the magical brand pulsing on her body, tried to maintain her dignity, carving a piece of roast with the skill of a general. Lilith, resting her chin on her hand, broke the silence with a question that immediately shifted the tone from erotic to purely political.

  “How did the battle for Archdemon Balzar’s Silver Spires go?” Lilith asked, her gaze turning piercing.

  Elizabeth set down her cutlery, her face hardening instantly into that same cold expression that struck terror on battlefields.

  “Without the slightest hitch, Darling. Our pn to trigger controlled chaos and show the rest of the Demon Kings our ‘strange and incomprehensible’ behavior was a total success. Igniting a bloody war over a territory as insignificant as the Spires has left everyone disoriented. They think we’ve lost our minds or are pnning something that exceeds their understanding.” Elizabeth smiled predatorily. “Your other five wives are also causing as much chaos in their sectors as they can manage. According to pn, we will now take turns returning to the castle far more frequently than usual. We want the other Kings to scramble, trying to figure out why we’re suddenly making so many aggressive and dominant moves without an obvious strategic reason.”

  Lilith nodded slowly, a shadow of concern fshing in her eyes - one she rarely showed anyone else.

  “It’s the only way,” Lilith murmured. “Now that my soul is weakened, we must create the rgest smokescreen possible. At least until the wounds from that cursed ritual have healed.”

  Hearing this, Elizabeth’s expression softened with worry. She knew all too well how painful and exhausting the failed ritual had been, having nearly torn her wife’s essence apart. As a vampiress, she felt every weakness in Lilith’s aura, which caused her physical pain.

  “As they say, the best defense is a good offense,” Elizabeth continued, straightening up proudly in her tex outfit. “Instead of weakening our movements and staying quiet while we’re vulnerable to attack, we will act imperious and irrational. The other Demon Kings already suspect us of some deep, dark schemes, especially after how meticulously we’ve been gathering every possible material and artifact over the st fifteen years. Now they will look for a double meaning in our every gesture, analyzing every border skirmish just to understand our ‘main objective.’ They’ll never guess we’re doing all this just to hide your injuries from their sight.”

  Lilith looked at Elizabeth with unmasked appreciation. She knew that when it came to strategy and rge-scale manipution, her vampiric wife was one of the most brilliant individuals in her entire kingdom. This "smokescreen" of arrogance and chaos was the perfect shield for a weakened Queen.

  “You are invaluable, Elizabeth,” Lilith said quietly, her voice regaining that sweet, dangerous note.

  Elizabeth shivered violently at the dark tone in Lilith’s voice. As if on cue, the golden heart brand on her imprisoned member fred with a pulsating light, sending a wave of electric pain and desire through her body. The vampiress huffed softly, clenching her hand on the edge of the table, while Lilith, with a smile of pure satisfaction, returned to her food.

  The rest of breakfast passed in a cool, professional conversation about political alliances, troop movements on the borders of Balzar’s sector, and the next steps in their great mystification. Though the atmosphere seemed controlled, Elizabeth adjusted herself in her chair every few moments, feeling how every movement teased her marked body.

  When the meal concluded, Lilith rose with the grace of a supreme sovereign. She brushed an invisible speck of dust from her gown and looked toward the exit.

  “Well, that should be enough for affairs of state,” Lilith announced. “I must now depart for a certain excursion with my kitten.”

  Elizabeth froze, her eyes going wide. “You’re leaving me already?” she asked in disbelief, her voice tinged with genuine despair. “I just got back...”

  Lilith stopped in the doorway and looked back at her wife over her shoulder. Her gaze slowly slid down, coming to rest on the vampiress's trembling thighs.

  “Well, darling... let’s just say I simply can’t wait for what tomorrow brings,” she said in a low, seductive voice, before giving a pyful wink.

  Before Elizabeth could respond, Lilith strode away. She did so in a highly calcuted manner - with every step, her hips swayed rhythmically, showcasing her perfectly formed, shapely rear beneath the fabric of her gown, which seemed to mock her imprisoned wife.

  The sight was the final blow for Elizabeth. She felt a wave of heat rush to her head, the desire becoming an almost physical weight. In that same moment, the golden brand fred again, and a sharp sting of pain pierced her crotch.

  “Dammit...” she hissed through gritted teeth, sinking back into her chair.

  She was left alone in the grand dining hall, breathing heavily in her shimmering tex outfit. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing pulse and ignore the throbbing torture between her legs. She took one deep, cleansing breath, and a dark, joyous promise took root in her mind.

  Tomorrow... Elizabeth thought, her fangs lengthening slightly. Tomorrow, I’m really going all out. I’ll make my beloved truly regret every single second of this teasing.

  ***

  POV: Neko

  I opened my eyes and immediately regretted that it was already morning. I felt like I’d been run over by one of the chariots of hell. My eyelids were heavy, and when I looked in the mirror standing by the bed, I saw distinct bags under my eyes. The entire night had been one long torture - every attempt to fall asleep ended in a violent awakening the moment my body tried to react to dreams, and the new cage brutally reminded me of its existence.

  “I hate this...” I rasped, looking down at the vibrant pink device shimmering against my pale skin.

  I grit my teeth and tried to jerk it, hoping Lilith’s magic might have weakened overnight. The pink metal didn't budge; the only thing I achieved was a sharp sting of pain that made me hiss and fall back against the pillows. I huffed in anger, feeling my tail beat restlessly against the mattress.

  Slowly, groaning with every movement, I swung my legs off the bed. And then I felt it again.

  Cck.

  My feet, trapped in three-inch white stilettos, hit the cold floor. Lilith had been so angry yesterday she hadn't even thought about removing the locks from my shoes. I’d had to sleep in them, which was an absolute nightmare. My ankles were stiff, and my toes pulsed with a dull ache from being in an unnatural position for so many hours.

  I stood up unsteadily, trying to find my bance, when I suddenly heard the crash of the door swinging open.

  God dammit, seriously, why has no one taught these demons how to knock?