Time passed, uncounted and ignored by both Alex and Lily as they snuggled peacefully together upon her gigantic bed. Alex was too lost in thought, trying to process all he'd heard and learned so far, and Lily simply seemed more than content to wait and allow him however much time he needed. After living for more centuries than she could remember, one thing Lily had truly mastered was the art of patience. Her perception of time hadn't distorted to the point where it could be compared to that of a dragon's, or against a child of Earth's, but it was more than sufficient to wait out the lull in a human's thoughts!
"So what now," Alex finally asked, breaking the peaceful silence between them. "Surely you wouldn't tell me such things," he reasoned, "unless there was some reason to share such truths with me. What do you want in return?" Even trying with all his might, Alex couldn't hide the heavy suspicion in his heart.
"Dar…ling," Lily stressed the name as usual, leaning in to whisper softly in Alex's ear. "I've already told you; I'm interested in *you*. I simply want to get to know more about you."
"Well, why me?!" Pushing Lily away, Alex forced himself to get up off the bed and walk across the room. "Of all the people, and of all the men, *WHY* are you interested in *me*??" Try as he might, that was the one thing he absolutely couldn't figure out about either Lily or her daughter.
"Do you really not know?" Blinking several times, Lily's black wings and tail retracted into her back, as a look of incredulous confusion crossed her face. "Or are you merely playing with me?" She asked suspiciously.
"I truly don't know what you and your daughter see in me," Alex told her, sighing heavily. "Both of you act as if I'm some sort of super strong, super rare, super powerful and perfect man, and yet I'm completely broken!" Tears staring to roll up in the corners of his eyes, Alex found himself unable to hold back the flood of emotions admitting such a statement had upon him.
"I'm not strong," Alex muttered softly, slowly sinking down to sit dejectedly in the floor. "I can't cultivate. I can't use magic. I'm too weak to fight. Hell — I couldn't even maintain my honor as a man, enough to stay a man…" Hanging his head in shame, dark depression wrapped itself around Alex's heart in a heavy blanket.
"DAR…LING!" A harshly deep and male voice forced Alex out of his dark introspection. Looking up, his eyes was greeted with an up close and personal view of the biggest cock he'd ever seen in his life. At least eighteen inches long, and as thick as a man's arm, the massive wang was fully erect and waving proudly back in forth inches away from his nose, as Lily playfully swayed her hips side to side in front of him.
"WANT TO TASTE TO SEE IF I'M A MAN NOW?" Her manly voice booming almost like thunder, Lily crossed her arms under her large bosoms and laughed heartily.
"Not.. Not really," Alex admitted, breathlessly staring at the enormous mass of manliness before him. "You'd dislocate my jaw and completely destroy my throat," he gasped incredulously. "I'd never talk again!"
"HAHAHAHA..haha…teeheehee…" Starting with an almost ear-splitting male laughter, Lily's voice slowly lowered and returned back to her melodious light tittering as the massive cock slowly shrunk and disappeared from her body. "A dick does not make one a man," Lily assured him, rubbing Alex's face gently. "Nor do these breasts make you a woman." Reaching down, she gently caressed his breasts with her hands, before playfully tugging sharp on his nipples.
"Then what does?" Looking up with tears in his eyes, Alex pleaded for the answer. "Because whatever it is," he whispered forlornly, "I feel as if I'm slowly losing it."
"You're not losing it," Lily assured him, licking her lips seductively as she slowly reached out to tilt Alex's chin up so she could stare passionately into his eyes. "I assure you," she promised him fervently, "you're nothing but man! As odd as it is," she admitted, frowning slightly, "I see absolutely nothing but man in your soul."
"My soul?" Wiping a few tears from the corner of his eyes, Alex frowned softly as he questioned her words.
"Yes," Lily assured him, as she turned and moved back over to sit back on the bed again. "Your soul — that ethereal object of humanity's that goes to the heavens or hells when they die," she reminded him gently. "Yours is the strongest, most unique spirit I've ever had the pleasure to see in all my long ages," she assured him softly.
"Though it's a shame," Lily sighed lightly, obviously disappointed. "I was hoping that if you learned my secret first, then you'd be willing to trade me for yours later."
"My secret?" Confused, Alex asked, "What secret?"
"The secret of how you've strengthened your soul to such an extent already," Lily laughed gaily. "Why," she gushed wondrously, "you're almost a demon yourself, you know! Given just a few hundred years, I imagine you'll grow into a splendid Demon Prince!"
"ME?!!" Alex's eyes grew wide and he sputtered in disbelief. "No way. No how," he denied. "What the hell makes you claim something like that?!!"
"Because it's the truth, my Prince." Laughing merrily, Lily's eyes were twinkling at Alex's disbelief and denial.
"Allow me to return to our previous topic, if you will," Lily requested politely. "As I mentioned before, Angels are those spirit containers which are comprised by a majority of *good* souls, with a *good* soul as the core. Fallen Angels are nearly the same, except they're good souls dominated by an evil core. Hell's Angels are dark souls controlled by a white core, and Devils are simply dark souls controlled by a dark core."
"In all of these cases," Lily explained patiently, "the strength of the being in question is determined by the total number of souls it contains. One soul would just be a spirit. Two souls would be a larval goo. Somewhere around ten souls, those larval goos begin to evolve into implings. And so on, and so on, to become imps, barbed demons, horned demons, develings, daemons, lesser devils, devils, greater devils, named devils, and then finally lords and princes."
"All are nothing more than a collection of souls inside one spirit container, held together by the strength of its core," Lily stressed lightly. "And *YOU*," she pointed her finger over at Alex, "already have a soul with the thickness and purity of dozens, or even perhaps hundreds, of souls."
"Should you die today and have your soul be sent to the Hells," Lily chuckled lightly even thinking about it. "You'd end up becoming a tyrant and completely dominating the upper levels. The strength in your soul would overpower and dominate thousands of others as you consumed it. It wouldn't be a case of mixing a cup of oil with a cup of wine — it'd be more like pouring a drop of wine into a barrel of oil!"
"What I wanted from you, if not today, then in the future perhaps, once you've unlocked the mysteries of your existence," Lily admitted shamelessly, "is for you to tell me how you grew such a soul without leaving the mortal realm, nor consuming others, My Prince."