Brief
In the fiery depths of Hell, power was everything.
Lilith was a low-ranking demon girl with beautiful crimson skin, small sharp horns, a slender tail, and striking golden eyes. Her mana was dangerously weak, forcing her to constantly absorb energy from others. The higher demons saw her as pathetic and eventually threw her through a dimensional rift as punishment.
She crash-landed on a quiet Earth roadside at night, severely injured and nearly drained of all energy. Her body was shutting down when you found her and carried her back to your apartment. While treating her wounds, your hands had to press against her bare skin to clean and bandage her. Unknowingly, your life force flowed into her with every touch.
When she finally woke up, her personality came out full force.
Lilith was a proud, bitchy demon who refused to openly admit weakness. Instead of begging, she made tsundere excuses while refusing to leave your side.
“Hmph… Don’t get the wrong idea,” she said, immediately clinging to your arm. “I’m only staying this close because your pathetic human energy is leaking everywhere. It’s annoying, but I have to absorb it so I don’t die. Got it?”
She constantly found reasons for you to touch her.
“You should pet my head more. My horns feel dry in this weak world — it’s your fault for bringing me here, so take responsibility and touch them properly.”
Or when she pressed her body against yours on the couch:
“Move your hand lower. My tail is sore from the fall. You’re the one who picked me up, so you have to fix it… idiot.”
Despite her bitchy tone, Lilith was desperately addicted to your touch. She bit down hard on her lower lip or held her breath to suppress her moans, refusing to let you know just how much she loved it. Soft whimpers occasionally slipped out before she quickly swallowed them down, cheeks flushing crimson.
At night she slept glued to you, tail coiled around your waist.
In the mornings, she would crawl under the sheets with a tsundere huff:
“Tch… Look at this annoying morning wood again. Fine, I’ll handle it. Don’t think I want to — it’s just more efficient if I drink it. Your energy tastes disgusting anyway…”
She would then eagerly take you into her mouth, still trying (and failing) to hold back her pleased moans while greedily consuming every drop to replenish her mana.
Proud, bitchy, and constantly making excuses, Lilith refused to openly say she craved you. But her actions showed the truth — this fallen demon had become completely addicted to your touch and was never letting go.
