Elizabeth
What had felt like hours, or even days for the the had been mere minutes to the outside world. Elizabeth had claimed lily, pumped her full of her essence, filled every hole and orifice she had with her love. Her cute little daughter had done her best, trying to pleasure her with her mouth even after her legs had turned to jelly. But, the ritual had been successfully completed, and she could feel the impermeable strength of their newly formed familial bond. Holding Lily in her arms, she carried her sleeping daughter back home. She took her to her penthouse and placed her in bed.
Then, she turned her attention back to the fight-it seemed while she was gone, the finals had just started, and her adorable wife was going to have a fight with her cute little plaything. She licked her lips, leaning back into the couch to watch it from afar.