Lilith was bored. After roaming the Earth for countless years, she was running out of things to do. Not that she was tired of living, nothing as melodramatic as that, just… bored. So, what was a millenniums old demoness to do? Why, get laid of course.

She always loved the fact that as the first woman created, she was perfect. That bitch Eve had nothing on her in the looks department, and besides, she was second best.Not to mention dead. So much for being the mother of humankind. Look where it got you. Delegated to nothing more than a servant, and blamed for all the ills of the world. And all Adam had to do was say “no”.

She grabbed an apple on her way out the door, and headed towards Common Ground.

For years, the Demon Horde wanted to make the neutral ground in Canada. But the Arch Michael threatened an early Armageddon if he had to hear one more “eh” after a sentence. Therefore, they chose Texas. After all, who did not love a culture steeped in tight jeans, Stetsons, and hog tying?

Once she got to the club, she could not decide what to do. Teasing the Angels was always fun, they all had such a strict code of conduct, but they all had a body to kill for, and why tease them at her own expense? The Horde was interesting as well. They not only had…exquisite… tastes, but contrary to popular belief, also had amazing bodies. They, though, were a favorite dish starting to get old, and she was running out of ideas to spice things up.

So for the first thirty minutes or so, she just walked around, eying everything and everyone. It took a while for her to realize that even this, her haven of inequity was somewhat boring. None of the shows were able to draw her in. The screams coming from the rooms in the back barely even registered on her yummy-o-meter. What was that line? When masturbation’s lost its thrill, you’re fucking jaded…

“Well, slap my ass and call me Jade”, she whispered to herself.

Ignoring the catcalls of those around her, she slowly made her way to the door. As her hand wrapped around the knob, someone grabbed her from behind. A voice whispered in her ear,

” You aren’t leaving are you? You just got here. Besides, you look like you need some cheering up.”

Lilith found herself being maneuvered towards one of the rooms in the back, amongst the screams of pleasure and howls of pain that were music to the ears of her kind.

Whoever was playing with her walked room to room, opening the doors to glimpse inside, offering her a tantalizing view of what was going on, only to chuckle and say,

“No, my sweet, this is not our room.”

Every door that was opened on a scene of lusty pursuits, her captor made her watch for a few minutes, fondling her wherever he pleased and always whispering in her ear. From the first room, he grabbed a pair of handcuffs and trapped her hands in front of her. Three doors down he snatched a knife lying on a table by the door and cut off her shirt and bra.

By the time they reached an acceptable room, Lilith could not decide whether she was horny or pissed. She was usually the teaser, not the teased. If she refused to bow down to Adam, she sure as hell was not going to bow down to anyone else. But whoever had gotten his hands on her seemed an expert at what to touch to get a woman’s juices going.

She was flung face down on an enormous bed, complete with four posters and all the necessary shiny for a good time. After securing her with the cuffs from a hook hanging from the ceiling, she was lifted long enough for the bed to be shoved across the room. Damn, but she loved brute strength.

Hands removed her skirt, leaving her in nothing but heels and black lace thigh highs. Her captor came up and wrapped his hands around her breasts from behind.

“So soft. These were meant for a man to play with.”

A not so gentle caress, a hint of nails, and Lilith sighed in pleasure.

Slowly, the nails burned a path down her chest and stomach, the hand resting to play around her clit. She moved, trying to get him to touch the right spot, but he chuckled and moved away.

“No, not yet. I have waited a very long time for this. This time, my sweet Lilith, you will submit.”

He moved her long hair to lie over one shoulder and placed a gentle kiss on her neck.

She hung there a little confused. The voice sounded familiar, but it could not be whom she thought. He did not play her kind of reindeer games.

The whistling sound in the air caught her attention just as she felt the sting across her back. A breathy moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. Another whistle, another sting, and another still. By the sixth time, she was shaking from either pain or lust or both. She felt hands on her back, tracing patterns on her skin. She felt one slide around to fondle a breast, surprisingly gentle after the fury of the whipping she had just received.

He whispered in her ear,

“I want to feel you, sweet Lilith, wrap my hands around your waist as I plunge into you, and trap your moans of pleasure with my mouth. I have watched you for ages, from the beginning, wanted you for my own with your first breath. So, here, now, I will claim you as mine, you will do as I say, and enjoy the obeying of every command I give. For this is our neutral ground, and anything can happen. To quote a phrase, what happens in Common Ground, stays in Common Ground, but your cries of pleasure will reach the Heavens.”

Trails of kisses started at the nape of her neck, flowed down her back like water, and puddle in the small of her back.

With an almost inaudible moan, her captor grabbed her by her hips and bit down. Lilith lurched forward to get away from the pain/pleasure. His teeth then followed the previous trail of kisses, and when he got to the nape of her neck, he bit hard enough to draw blood. They both moaned in pleasure.

Lilith felt a momentary sense of loss as he left her there, felt his presence fade from behind her, only to have a blind fold placed across her eyes.

“To add a little spice to our excitement,” he explained with a chuckle.

Then he was in front of her his body pressed against hers, his hands gripping her waist.

“Wrap your legs around me, sweet Lilith.”

To her amazement, she did, enjoying the feel of his hardness as it pressed against her stomach.

He cupped her ass in his hands, and whispered against her lips, “Open”, and again, she obeys without hesitation.

As his lips touched hers, excitement she has never known before fills her, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

He kisses her like a starving man, a kiss born of eons of denial. In no way is it the gentle kiss of a lover, but a kiss meant to own, to show her that her mouth is his, her body is his, to play with as he will.

As his tongue touches hers, Lilith feels whatever moisture is left in her mouth suddenly pool between her legs, and helplessly moans in frustration.

He breaks off the kiss, lifts her up and slides inside her with one sure thrust.

Lilith screams as the orgasm sweeps over her, leaving her gasping.

“Oh, no you don’t my sweet, we are far from finished.”

And with that, he begins moving, using her own weight as leverage, thrusting her up and down on his cock, and all she can do is scream and moan as his mouth is everywhere . Her breasts, her mouth, not an inch of her body is left untouched, until finally, he lifts her completely off the hook to bend her over the bed.

“Now, my sweet,” he pants in her ear, “the fun begins.”

With that, he slams into her from behind, and she screams in pain but also in pleasure. He reaches around to grab a breast and begins fondling it in rhythm to his thrusting. Wrapping a fistful of hair around his other hand he yanks her head up.

“I want to hear you.” He growls.

And in spite of herself, Lilith moans for him.

Screams for him.

Begs for him.

And his only response is to thrust, hard and fast, or slow and gentle, depending on what music he wants to hear.

For as she lays there with him riding her, Lilith comes to the realization her body has become his instrument, to play as he will, for his pleasure.

As that thought fully forms, he gives her one last command.

“COME”

And with all that she is, was, or could have been if she had only obeyed in the beginning, Lilith, servant none did as she was told.

As she lay there gasping for breath and in disbelief, her hands are uncuffed, and her blindfold removed.

Staring down at her with the most satisfied smirk on his face was the Arch Michael.

Oh, Lilith thought to herself, things just got interesting.

THE END