Lilith woke to a brief knock on her bedroom door then a sudden rise in the bed next to her as if someone had stood. Her eyes cracked open to see Charlotte answer the door, talking to whoever had knocked with a small smile before closing the door and ending their brief conversation. “Who was that?” Lilith asked, stretching out on the bed, moaning at the pleasant cracks that came.

“A coworker of mine, your father sent her to collect you.” Charlotte smiles at the last bit.

“Collect me?” Lilith smiled.

“She speaks a bit old-fashioned,” Charlotte shrugged, sitting down next to Lilith's sprawled-out body, “He wants to talk to you in his office. I told her I’d bring you as soon as possible.”

“What if I don't want to go?” Lilith asks seductively, sitting up.

“Well, I guess I'll just have to make you go.”

“Make me?” Lilith laughed.

“Make you,” Charlotte said sternly.

“How-” Lilith was interrupted by hands cupping her armpits before being swung over Charlotte’s shoulder, “W-what are you doing?!” Lilith stuttered she had never been man handled like that. No one ever dared to. The few who attempted were swiftly put in their place. She'd tried bottoming in bed a few times and absolutely hated it. In the end she either took back control or ended the encounter all together. She'd decided that just wasn't for her but now she was second-guessing that decision, with a swift move Charlotte had gotten her worked up more than she had ever been in her life, including last night which seemed impossible but it seemed this girl was full of surprises. 

“Making you,” Charlotte said just as sternly as before, though Lilith couldn't see it she had a huge smile on her face. Before Lilith could pull herself together to even put up a minor fight they were halfway down the hall.

“Wait, I'm still in my pjs!” Lilith screamed she did not want her father to see her in boy shorts and a sports bra.

“Too late, you defied me now you must pay the consequences,” Charlotte says her huge smile turning gigantic.

“Charlotte!” Lilith warned.

“He changed your diapers. He's not gonna care if he sees you in your PJs.”

“He will if my PJs consist of a bra and panties,” Lilith whisper-yelled.

They suddenly stopped in the foyer, “You get one chance, if you go back on our deal I will drag you kicking and screaming,” Charlotte says, voice void of any signs of joking.

“Fine.” Lilith sighs, her body going limp as she hangs off Charlotte’s shoulder.

Charlotte silently turned around and returned Lilith to their room. After a quick shower, a fresh pair of clothes, and a large breakfast Charlotte escorted Lilith to Damien’s office.

“Sweetheart, there you are. How's everything?” Damien asked, circling around his desk to wrap his daughter in a hug.

“Zachary told you about the date, didn't he?” Lilith frowned, those two were always gossiping.

“Oh yeah,” Damien smiled wickedly, “So how is everything with you and my future daughter-in-law?” 

“Good. We're sleeping in the same room and we…” Lilith stopped suddenly. All of the blood in her body rose to her face, what was happening? She had never been embarrassed to talk about her love life with her father let alone blush at the idea of letting him in on her sex life.

“We…?” Damien teased.

“Kissed,” Lilith choked. 

Damien laughed, “I remember the first time I kissed your mother. All my life I’d never once been afraid of kissing someone suddenly it was like I was facing an army alone. I wanted to dig a hole and hide for the rest of eternity. I had a lot of first nerves because of your mom. The first time any of that relationship stuff mattered, heh only time I cared,” Damien smiles, reminiscing. “I Don't know which was scarier the first time your mom and I made love or the first time I showed her my devil face.” Damien cringed at the last part, he hadn't thought about that in years, “Almost didn't show her my face. I thought she'd finally realize what she had gotten herself into and do the smart thing and get as far away from me as possible. Instead, she pulled me close and made sure I knew she loved all of me. That night both my fears were proven wrong.” Damien smiles both at the memories and the way his daughter's face contorts into both disgust and hope.

“I never thought about that,” Lilith sighed.

“Me and your mom fucking?” Damien asks genuinely curious.

“No! Showing Charlotte my devil face,” Lilith frowned, the image of her parents doing… it stuck in her mind's eye.

“Oh. Yeah, that makes more sense,” Damien chuckled, “Well I wouldn't worry too much about how Charlotte will react. She's… different. Like your mom,” Damien smiled.

“She is.” Charlotte smiled, she was the luckiest woman in hell.