Held in James' loving embrace, Lilith let her emotions out. She sobbed into her agent's shoulder, clutching him tightly and venting her sorrow to someone for the first time since the Temple of Venus became her home. James snapped his fingers and tried to conjure a comfortable pile of pillows the way Lilith normally would. He succeeded in the summoning, though the cushions were blowjob more like sandbags than the soft, plushy pillows Lilith usually created. Still, she smiled at him appreciatively and sat down next to James. They were silent for a while before Lilith spoke again. "I blamed him for a long time," she said quietly, ashamed to speak the words aloud. James looked at her curiously. "I blamed Sumis for what happened to me," Lilith elaborated. "He had the idol brought to the temple so that Brunette he could study it, and he told me never to touch it or go near it without him around. After I was trapped here, I blamed him for bringing that damn statue into my life. But it wasn't his fault… I think it was just easier to hate him than it was to miss him." "Why did Sumis want to study the idol?" asked James. Lilith wiped away her tears before responding. "For his research, I assume. He was seeking immortality." James raised teen an eyebrow at this. "Not for himself," Lilith clarified. "Sumis wasn't so vain. He wanted to immortalize his magic so that it could protect his city and the people he loved even after he was gone. He never Hardcore got the chance to finish that research, though…" Lilith's dour mood sank lower. James put an arm around the demoness' shoulders and gave her a loving squeeze. She looked at him gratefully and spoke again. "I blamed myself for what happened too," she said. "I was such a stupid girl, meddling in magic way beyond my level. My master died because of my stupidity and weakness. At least, that's how I looked at it for a long time. But it wasn't my fault any more than it was his. It's Ishtar's." She spat the name, her voice full of loathing. "I hate her, James. MILF She slipped her hands into my pants. Yes, they would take care of the bastard once and for all. Adam, there’s an ice machine in the back Brunette room of the cafeteria. As Vincent started pushing his cock to her mouth she debated opening for it but was afraid of what blowjob might happen if she didn't. “Who hired you?” Henry pressed. "Cut the bottom half of that off." Her clean shaven and pierced pussy was getting wet - just thinking teen about fucking wildly with those guys after the tit-pull was over. Having met Dr Miller a couple of times Hardcore in the past but never had the pleasure of meeting his daughter when she was alive. Just as she was about to release one of the lightning bolts, she heard the other one speaking. That's all." She turned the shower MILF on and got in. She stood under the falling hot water, and it felt so good. I loved it. Right now, she was using the shower in his parents room. Aella couldn’t get pregnant, not now, and not by the enemy they were fighting.