Still a Little Drowsy

That's what a vicious chunk of her mind said.

Looking at her ample curves. Her thick thighs. Her rolling hills of flesh. Explosive hips. Fantastic breasts. A booty too big to handle. A whole lot of woman, so to speak. And the grace and strength to handle and use all of it.

Her breasts, the size of her head. Maybe a bit larger. They hung outward and swayed in an alluring fashion, bouncing freely in the breeze. Sitting tightly in the fabric of her top as they strained the very fabric that contained them. So very large. And immense in terms of size and weight. And they were quite soft. Pillowy bouncing mounds of fun.

But that wasn't her most prominent or massive feature. No. That came from behind, bursting outward. Off of her hips there sat a rolling bulk of smooth flesh. Soft as could be, but so very heavy. A single step send her hips swaying from side to side with her plentiful buttocks following suite. Not much could contain her utterly fantastic rear end. And not much could handle it.

So why couldn't they be used to torment Simon a little more?

Lilith hushed her mind, trying to suppress her Id as she rolled out of bed and yawned. She couldn't. She mustn't. There was too much at stake here. Right?

Maybe.

A few words rang out in her head.

Words distant but very familiar.

Something about the preservation of life.

The sanctity.

If she could just remember. It was another strange vision that had been left behind in the wake of a discretionary omission of events that she herself was forced to understand and live with. Like being with her mother. Eating a chocolate-covered strawberry. A strange flow of memories she had left.

"What the fuck makes me any better?" A voice would say. Crude. Blunt. Familiar. "What the fuck makes me any worse? You won't make me do this." That's part of what she remembered.

She sighed, a bit bummed out from the musing on what no longer resided in her head.

Part of her wanted to just grab him. Jump on top of him. Bounce. Squeeze. Smother. Flatten.

But...she couldn't. Not now. Not for most of the foreseeable future. Lilith bit her lip, brushing a stray white hair aside and turning to the sleeping brownie on the other end of the room.

Grab him. 

No.

Smother him.

No.

Under you.

No.

Think of all the places he could-

No.

It was not easy. But she had to. For his sake. For once. Do it for him. Because he was precious. As all life was.