Perched atop a tall wooden dresser, Lilith watched as Alistair finished with Balthazar -- tipping the prince's head back and filling his mouth with incubus blood, readying him for the next in line. Not wanting to be unfair, when her stepson expressed his displeasure with her for what seemed like the six hundredth, she found him other playmates. As many as his immortal body could handle.

Demons. Incubi. Succubi. Anyone who wanted a go at Balthazar was given one and she watched it all with a wicked smirk on her face.

Hopping down, she walked towards the bed, smirking. "How you doing there, B? Having fun?"