Part 1: Lilith Returns

Chapter 1

The Abyss. Formless and shapeless nothingness. How long have I been in the darkness? Years? Centuries? Eons? Too long.

It began as a gentle tugging, an undercurrent drawing me down, down, down. The current became far more forceful, an irresistible pull. Dragging me toward a single point of light.

A Summoning.

Chanting, I heard the distant lull of chanting. Opening my eyes. I could see a dark room lit by several candles and robed figures standing around a circle. Eyes! I have eyes! I touched my face gingerly. Eyes, nose, lips, it had been so long since I was corporal. Slowly I became fully into being on the mortal plane.

The chanting ceased as the robed figures watched me materialize in the summoning circle.

“We bind you demon, by the Greater and Lesser Keys of Solomon.” Intoned the magi holding a leather bound grimoire.

“Solomon? That blowhard?” I said, my long slender tail swishing back and forth seductively. “He was an imbecile.” I summoned the grimoire to my hands, causing it to fly from the magi’s hands. “You four have been reading entirely the wrong kinds of books,” I said. The spell book was genuine but these magi were too inexperienced to know how to properly use it.

“You didn’t summon a succubus, you summoned THE succubus. I am Lilith! Mother of Demons, Queen of Darkness, wife to the First of the Fallen and one of the Four Queens of Hell.” I flexed my wings and all the candles went out at once. One step and the protections of the summoning circle broke with a pop and fizzle. Then the screaming started. The magi screamed in a language I didn’t quite understand. The four magi ran about in the darkness bumping into one another in their haste to escape the room. I stalked them in the darkness.

One by one I leapt upon them. The first was not a virgin but neither was he experienced. I stared down at him with pitch black eyes as I sat atop him. Hungrily my mouth found his, my tongue questing for his. Then I began to feed. All his desire, I fed upon it all, not just his sexual desire but his desire to live. I took everything, drawing it out through his mouth till he was a shriveled husk that turned to dust between my thighs.

I fed on the next two magi in much the same way until one remained. He cowered in the corner, muttering something. Prayers most likely. Too little ,too late I thought. He was already mine. A shaft of moonlight filtered through the window and when I stepped into it I knew I had him. Once he saw me all thoughts of fleeing left him, all that remained was his all consuming lust and desire. I watched my visage in his eyes as I slowly stalked toward him. All wings and horns and sex appeal. Long black curls spilled down my backside between large draconic red wings. Pale alabaster skin shown in the moonlight, highlighting large matronly breasts. The black patch of curls between my legs glistened as my nether lips grew moist, engorged and began to undulate of their own accord. Wetness coated my thighs in anticipation of the feeding that was to come.

xxxxx

Sometime later feeling my hunger sated for the time being, I decided to venture forth into the world of man for the first time in a long time. What a world it was! Much changed since the last time I walked the world.

Men rode in horseless iron boxes and lived in glass towers in the sky. It was a strange world I had awakened to but it was a world I was intent to rule. Shielding myself from mortal eyes, I took to the night sky in the form of an owl; streaking toward the highest of the glass towers.

I circled the glass tower, watching a mortal man inside with interest. He seemed to be holding his hand to his head and speaking into the air. I assumed he must be speaking to a familiar of some kind. However I could sense no demonic presence beyond myself. The man himself was not unpleasing to look at, no matter how strange he was. It was in that moment I decided I would visit this man.

I allowed my form to pass through the glass walls of the tower, landing softly in a large room of sparse furniture. The mortal must be a king because his abode was lavishly furnished. I assumed a more human form. My wings, tail and horns faded from view and eyes took on a much more human appearance. My eyes changed from soulless black pits to a warm amber color.

I could hear the man speaking in the next room although I could not understand the language. The language issue was a problem I planned to soon rectify with a little help from the man himself.

I stood in the doorway watching my prey as he continued to speak into a device he held in his hand. He had dark hair and eyes, a broad chest and arms and the lean build of a warrior. He dressed strangely but he was undoubtedly handsome as far as mortal men went.

He must have felt my eyes on him because he finally seemed to notice my presence. His eyes grew wide as he took in my nude form. He spoke but I could not understand him, nor did I need to; I always preferred to let my body do the talking.

I crossed the room in a span of heartbeats, stopping just a hair’s breath away from him. The apprehension in his features melted away as he inhaled my scent. Lightly I caressed his cheek and with that he kissed me as if I was a long absent lover.

Slowly we sank to our knees, bodies entwined. There was a bed in the room but we never made it there. He was still clothed as he attempted to climb atop me. Growling I grabbed him and rolled us over till I was on top of him, pinning him to the floor, my eyes flashing dangerously. I saw fear in him then. Not since Adam himself had I lain beneath a son of man.

Seeing the fear in his eyes I bent and kissed him, pulling him back into his lust. I tasted his desire in the air, it surrounded us. With a low growl I ripped his shirt open and dug my nails into his bare chest as I rocked my hips back into his stiff manhood.

Reaching back I easily freed his manhood from his pants. Rising slightly I positioned his manhood at my entrance, my moist lips teasing the tip of his member. I sent a pulse of demonic power through my fingertips and into his manhood. It would insure he could spill his seed inside me as much as I wanted him to, or not at all if I so chose.

Slowly I impaled myself upon his impressive member. I savored every inch as more and more of him disappeared inside me. For one agonizingly long moment I sat motionless enjoying his girth.

Slowly, rhythmically I swayed back and forth on his cock grinding slowly. I could feel him bucking beneath me as his cock twitched inside me. Then I began to chant softly, hauntingly. The spell I wove would allow me to consume his soul leaving his body intact but most importantly it would allow me access to his knowledge and memories and thus the language.

I rocked back and forth on his cock in time with my chant. Both my chant and his orgasm building toward the inevitable. My nails dug into his chest once again leaving tiny rivulets of blood. The coppery smell of blood awakened my demonic nature. Dark red leathery wings sprang from my back fully unfurled, bone like recurved horns grew from my head and a long serpentine tail spouted from the base of my spine and a rush of demonic energy flooded the room.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I rode him with reckless abandon. I sensed his orgasm rising and slammed it back down with a pulse of energy and still I rode him. Each time he was about to spill his seed I forced it back down until his eyes rolled back in his head.

His cock was as hard as granite as he pushed his hips up seeking to get deeper into me as my dripping sex literally drained the life from him. My chant reached a crescendo as I ground my hips into him careful not to shatter his pelvis.

This time when I felt the heat in my sex rise as he neared orgasm I let him unleash it. I threw my head back in an unearthly roar that rattled the walls as a torrent of his seed erupted inside me. At that exact moment I completed the spell. The rush of energy from his climax lit all my nerves on fire.

I clamped my lips down on his mouth and inhaled. A flood of images filled my head. It was disconcerting but intoxicating all the same. The faces of dozens of women flashed through my mind. It had been so long since I had consumed a soul, I preferred to simply drain the life force of my victims. The assimilation of a soul could be uncomfortable and entirely unnecessary for nourishment.

Desires.

Desires always came first. His were of prestige and power. The faces of loves and lusts conquered and unconquered. More faces and images exploded in my mind.

One face struck me… a redhead. Naamah? I thought.

All the thoughts were a blur after that. That one face stayed in my mind. Summoning my own memories… A redhead with blood red lips and icy blue eyes smiling as I was cast into the Abyss. A knock at the door pulled me from my reverie.

The mortal’s cock flopped free of my still slick sex with a soft sucking sound as I stood. The musky odor of sex hung in the air as the mixed juices of our coupling ran down my thighs.

“Rise mortal,” I commanded. The soulless shell of the man I now knew was David Grant rose.

Now that I had consumed his soul the sum total of his knowledge and memories were mine, although the integration of his memories would be slow. A byproduct of the process left his body intact and susceptible to simple commands.

Grant’s body stood, slick with perspiration. I couldn’t help but admire it as an excellent specimen of the human male. I’m glad I didn’t drain him. It would have been a shame to waste a body like that. Walking to the closet, I opened it and commanded Grant’s lifeless body inside and closed the door as the knocking at the other door continued.

I opened the front door unconcerned with clothes.

“Honestly David I was knocking for ages.” said a young blond woman who pushed past me into the apartment.

Yum, dessert; I thought as I closed the door behind her.

Still fully nude and in my demonic form she continued as though everything was perfectly normal.

It was an after effect of consuming Grant’s soul, for the next few hours mortals would perceive me as David Grant no matter what I looked like. Humans could rarely see the truth right in front of them, choosing to see what they wanted to see.

“You should have called me sooner David, I didn’t even know you were in town.” she said.

“I’m sorry Natalie,” her name coming unbidden to my lips. I pulled her in close, wrapping her in an embrace.

“Oh David I didn’t come here for that.” she said half heartedly pushing me away.

Leaning in close I kissed her, a small moan escaping her lips.

“David-,” I cut her off with another kiss my tongue snaking inside her mouth. Effortlessly I lifted the demure woman into my arms and carried her to the bed.

I lay her on the black silk sheets of the large bed; with a pulse of power and a snap of my fingers the woman’s clothes vanished. I ran my tongue over my fangs as I looked over the naked flesh displayed before me. I spread her legs easily and buried my head between them. My tongue found the hot wetness at her center. Her back arched and she gripped the sheets as my tongue probed her depths.

“Oh David!” she said breathlessly.

It had been so long since I tasted a woman. I lapped gently at her folds teasing sweet wetness from them. She tasted marvelous.

My mind wandered back to the past once more….

Slender fingers gripped my hair as I lapped at her nethers. Her juices ran freely coating my lips and chin. She tasted impossibly sweet. I looked up at her, flame red hair pooled around ram like horns. Finally her icy blue eyes opened and she smiled with blood red lips.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Just enjoying the view.” I said.

“Lilith? sentimental?”

“Naamah I-”

Naamah’s sudden gasp brought me back to the task at hand. Her tail had wormed it’s way into her sex and was burrowing its way into her.

A wicked grin crossed my lips as I grabbed the wiggling appendage, pulling it from within her. I wrapped my hand around it just below the spade shaped tip and sucked playfully, drawing a sharp moan from Naamah.

The rising need in my own sex drew me back to the present. I whipped my tail around between my own legs and slipped it inside myself as Natalie’s legs began to quiver from my attentions.

I wrapped my lips around the tender nub of her clitoris and sucked on it at the same time that my tail pumped in and out of me. Natalie moaned and crawled back away from my mouth as I sucked harder.

“Oh David! Ahh!” she moaned. She could barely speak as she inched back more and more, fighting to escape my hungry mouth. A soft thump told me she had reached the headboard. I smiled into her pussy. I took my mouth off her clit and plunged my tongue deep into her.

Hmmm… clit and pussy. Delicious new words. The assimilation of David’s knowledge was taking hold. The tension in her legs told me she was close to climax.

“Not yet my pet,” I whispered.

I sat up on my knees and reluctantly withdrew my tail from my own starving sex and slipped it inside Natalie. I muttered the words to an incantation as I did so. The blonde girl shuddered as my tail slithered inside her.

She thrashed about as my tail thickened inside her taking on a much more phallic shape. Once the spell was complete I moved my hips back and forth slowly as my dark red tail slid in and out of her.

The slim woman grabbed a pillow and buried her face into it as she moaned as my tail worked its way deeper into her with each thrust of my hips, its unnatural ridges and spirals undoubtedly sending thrills of pleasure throughout her body.

I grabbed hold of the small mounds of her breasts as I continued to tail fuck her. The pink nubs of her nipples hardened between my fingers as I pinched and rolled them; bucking my hips faster now, I breathed in her lust and desire taking the energy into myself.

As always the energy gave me a rush and heightened my senses. The sensations made my hair stand on end and my wings unfurl. Using one hand I traced the lines of my seal on her smooth taunt belly. The lines appeared in thin red glowing lines.

Fangs fully extended now, I furiously fucked her. Feeding and fucking; an endless cycle that could go on forever but her mortal body could not take much more. Her eyes had already began to roll to the back of her head, spittle forming on her lips and if she thrashed about any harder she would hurt herself.

Her climax had long since been at hand, simply held back by my unholy demon magic, magic I now released by slipping my tail out of her. The end of my tail was slick and glistening. The dam inside Natalie broke and Natalie cried out in ecstasy, shuddering involuntarily then growing very still as the seal on her belly began to glow.

The seal on her belly flared. The energy from her own orgasm fueled the spell that would bind her to me. She was mine now and forever. The glow of the seal dimmed to cool black lines that would let all who gazed upon her naked flesh know to whom she belonged. Enthralled to me for all time.

Utterly spent I wrapped us in the warmth of my wings and drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

 

Chapter 2

The light of the sunrise filtering through the windows of the bedroom woke me. I stretched languidly. Rising, I walked to the window and gazed out to the stunning vista before me. Clouds drifted lazily by, backlit by golden light, the top of the city skyline peaking through the clouds.

Absentmindedly I wondered if this is what the angelic city looked like that Samael would often speak of in his more wistful moments. Of course thinking of Samael conjured images of Naamah and that made me think of the redheaded girl from David Grant’s memories.

I concentrated on the image of the girl in my mind and it summoned lust and wonton desire from Grant’s soul but nothing more.

“Shit!” I swore. This girl looked so much like Naamah but could it be her? Why would a mortal man know her?

I carefully searched the house. Nothing here held particular memories for Grant. It appeared this was just a place to sleep between business trips. My search had ended in the kitchen.

I drummed my nails on the granite countertops as I thought. I need answers, in that moment I knew how to get them. I tapped one black nailed finger on the silver serving tray on the counter. I dumped the food it held on the floor, I stared at the reflective surface. Reflective surfaces often made summoning easier. I extended one black taloned finger and began to etch the lines that would form a seal to summon a demon. I just hope I wouldn’t regret the decision to summon this particular demon. I placed my palm on the completed seal and faced the west before beginning the invocation:

“I summon you Valak, I summon you to this place.” I pushed a pulse of power through the seal to punctuate the summons and continued.

“I summon you Valak, High-Steward of Hell.” Another pulse of power. I waited. Still nothing happened. Begrudgingly I continued.

“I summon you Valak, Keeper of Serpents and finder of lost things great and small.” I smelled the acrid scent of brimstone. He was here, I scanned the room. My temper flared, the insufferable imp was refusing to appear. He just wanted his ego stroked.

“Great Valak, The 62nd of Samael’s personal legion appear before me now and serve me as you serve your master.”

Oily black smoke rose from the floor and the electricity began to crackle and flicker. I rolled my eyes. Suddenly all the lights went out and all the glass and windows exploded inward in a shower of sparks and glass.

“Who summons me?” boomed a disembodied voice.

“Enough of this!” I growled power radiating off me. The smoke cleared leaving a chubby looking baby floating in mid air on too small wings with a bulbous head, elongated limbs and beady black eyes.

“Ah Lady Lilith,” stammered Valak.”Had I known it was you summoning me I would have come post haste.”

“Enough posturing Valak I have need of you.”

“Yes my queen, how my I serve you?”

“I need you to find out everything you can about this man,” I said summoning David Grant’s ID card to my hand and passing it to Valak. The key to finding the redhead was triggering more of his memories; to do that I had to find out more about him.

“Yes my queen,” said Valak bowing deeply.

“You may leave,” I said dismissing the imp. “Valak tell no one about this or me.”

“Of course my queen,” said Valak as he faded into the Aether. Of course Valak couldn’t actually be trusted to keep silent.

“David!” called a voice, “What the hell happened last night? When did I get a tattoo?” said Natalie running a hand over her stomach and looking down at the markings there.

Once her bare feet hit the broken glass scattered around the kitchen she looked up. “What the fuck happened in here?”

She looked at me in confusion.

“Oh my poor pet, I didn’t realize you were awake.” I said as she carefully stepped around the broken glass.

“David?” she said looking at me quizzically.

“Oh my pet, I’m not David.”

I placed a finger on her lips to forestall more questions.

“Look at me, really look.” I said lifting her chin to look into my eyes.

It took several moments before realization dawned.

“Oh God! I thought that was just a dream.” she said, her hand going to her mouth.

She went weak in the knees and I caught her before she collapsed.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“What would you like me to do to you?” I said smiling seductively.

“Please, I just want to leave.” She whimpered squeezing her eyes tight refusing to meet my demonic gaze.

I waved my hand and the door in the hallway opened.

“If you wish to leave you may go my pet. There are no slaves in the House of Lilith.”

She scrambled from my arms almost falling as she darted for the door naked as the day she was born. I smiled as I watched her leave. She would be back, they always came back.

I groaned as I looked over the ruined apartment. “Fucking imp,” I swore aloud.

I need some help, someone I can trust. I found the grimoire were I had left it the night before. I flipped through the pages looking for a familiar I could trust. All my usual familiars were loyal to Samael first and only served me secondly as his wife.

I stopped on the page of a goat-headed demon. Hmm, this could work. He was powerful, leagues beyond Valak. He would require an offering to secure his services and I had the perfect offering in mind.

xxxxx

Grant’s body stood motionless in the center of a pentagram as I carved the bloody seal of Baphomet in its chest. In full demonic form I began the summoning:

“Baphomet, Grand Knight of Hell, I summon you and bind you within this mortal flesh. I bind you to this flesh so long as it may live. This body is yours to command in exchange for true and loyal service to me so long as you might inhabit it.”

Grant’s body began to convulse and it’s head lulled. Suddenly the body dropped to one knee and bowed deeply. A deep gravelly voice spoke through Grant’s mouth, “My Lady, how may I serve?”

“Who are you? And whom do you serve? Answer truthfully,” I commanded.

“I am Grand Knight Baphomet and I serve Lord Azazel. The Lord of Wrath.” He answered eyes still downcast.

Good, Azazel has no love for Samael.

“Then rise and serve me my knight.”

The demon knight stood, eyes burning like embers in a dying fire.

“Baphomet I need you to make several discreet inquiries into the whereabouts of Lady Naamah and Lord Samael.”

“The Lady Naamah rules in Lord Samael’s stead,” said the demon knight.

This was news to me. “Where is Samael?”

“No one knows, not even my master.” said the demon knight. The Lady Naamah has ruled in his place for quite some time now.”

“Fine, see what you can find out here in the mortal realm and report back to me when you can.”

“Yes my lady,” said Baphomet bowing again.

He stood, the blood from the seal carved into his chest congealing. Baphomet’s pride would prevent him from betraying me before the terms of his contract were complete and I had no doubt in the coming days I would need his skills as a warrior as well.

 

Chapter 3

I sat crossed legged on the sofa marveling at the wonders of the modern world on television, when Valak appeared. Valak proffered a rolled scroll to me in gnarled fingers. His beady eyes fell at once to Baphomet who stood against the wall, dressed smartly in one of Grant’s expensive business suits; his hands resting lightly on the pummel of a crusader’s sword.

“A rather unremarkable human. Although he is a man of some small means.” said Valak, eyes never straying from Baphomet. Baphomet for his part didn’t even acknowledge the imp’s presence. Although I had no doubt if I gave the word he would split the imp in two.

I looked over the scroll; it said that Grant was twenty-nine human years of age and was born to Simon and Linda Grant. Both of whom were deceased and listed the penthouse as his residence. The scroll went on to mention his place of work, known associations and the myriad of sins he had committed over the years.

Now that more of Grant’s modern knowledge had solidified, I knew that most of the information Valak provided could easily be obtained via the internet. I suspected the imp knew this as well. Which means he is most likely spying for Naamah or one of the Lords of Hell.

“How else may I serve, my queen?” said the imp.

I was just about to incinerate him when I decided to put him to the question instead.

“Tell me Valak, how fairs Lord Samael?”

“The master is well.”

“And the Lady Naamah?” I asked.

“The Lady is well and prosperous as always,” said Valak looking nervous.

No mention of Samael’s disappearance or of Naamah ruling in his place. Valak was clearly working for Naamah, which means she now knew I escaped the Abyss. It’s fine, I thought to myself, let her come; The Whore of Babylon would die by my hand sooner or later.

“Valak, I release you.” I said dismissing the imp. He looked like he wanted to say something then thought better of it before winking out of existence.

“You should have flayed him alive and made him tell you what he knows.” said Baphomet from behind me.

In due time my knight, right now I have somewhere I need to be.

xxxxx

I pulled up to Ravencott Consulting, Grant’s office building later that day. Exiting Grant’s sports car wearing a form fitting black dress with a revealing neckline and a pair of black heels. The ruby pendant I wore around my neck served perfectly to draw attention toward my body. The dress and jewelry came compliments of Grant’s credit card. I had even gotten my hair done up in a modern style. This new modern world was so convenient.

I made my way up the elevator to the floor I knew Grant’s office to be on. I passed a desk on my way to Grant’s office when a young woman stopped me.

“Excuse me miss, can I help you?”

I stopped and turned my dark red lips up in a smile.

“Yes you can. I’m looking for David Grant’s office.'” I said smiling.

“Mr. Grant is out of town I’m afraid. What can we help you with?”

Thinking quickly, I offered her my perfectly manicured hand.

“My name is Lillian Drake and Mr. Grant referred me to your offices.” I said shaking the woman’s hand.

The skin to skin contact allowed me to probe her soul for any sin or vice I could manipulate. Nothing! The woman must be a damned saint.

Just then a fat man in a suit and tie rounded the corner.

“Oh, here is Mr. Ross,” said the receptionist. “He works with Mr. Grant.”

The fat man smiled brightly and held out a pudgy hand. As soon as my hand touched his, I could feel my hunger grow and my pussy start to moisten.

“Call me Jerry.” He said. Dinnertime, I thought to myself.

“Come right this way.” He said leading the way to his office which was in the opposite direction to Grant’s. I was starting to get annoyed. I had hoped being here would trigger more of Grant’s memories so I could find out more about the redhead. She might not be Naamah but she looked too much like her to be a coincidence.

As soon as Jerry opened the door to his office I got a rush of memories. I or Grant rather had been in this office several times. Jerry was his best friend. The two would often drink together. Jerry motioned for me to have a seat.

“Now what is it you do Mrs. Drake?”

“Ms. Drake,” I corrected. Flashing a smile and fiddling with my hemline to draw his eyes toward my legs.

“Right,” he said turning red slightly.

“I’m in acquisitions.”

“Certainly not looking to acquire this company are you?” asked Jerry chuckling nervously.

“I don’t know Jerry, when I see something I want, I take it.” I said uncrossing my legs, allowing an unobstructed view of my now clean shaven pussy.

Jerry’s eyes widened and he hurriedly got up to close the office door.

“Ah Ms. Drake…” said Jerry.

I got to my feet as well. “What’s wrong Jerry?” I said.

The scent of Jerry’s lust was thick in the air and my pussy salivated at the thought of draining a sinful heathen like Jerry dry. My brief contact with him told me just how unclean Jerry’s soul really was.

“Maybe we should continue this once David returns.” said Jerry now visibly sweating.

Poor lamb, caught by the lion.

“You want me to leave?” I said pressing my body against his. My ruby pendant dangled between my breasts drawing Jerry’s eyes down my dress to my pale tits and hard nipples.

I slid my hand into his pants and found his hard cock. It felt hot in my hand as I grasped it.

“You don’t want me to leave do you Jerry?” I whispered in his ear. My breath warm on his neck.

“I have a wife,” he mumbled feebly.

“That never stopped you before.” I said gently stroking his burning cock.

The images of all the women he had cheated on his wife with flashed through his mind. His face colored with guilt.

His sin, guilt, lust and shame tasted delicious. It oozed off him, oily and sweet. The hungry maw between my legs drooled with anticipation.

Deftly I undid his belt and pants and they dropped to the floor around his legs. His hard cock strained against the fabric of his boxers, until I set it free.

I crouched, bringing my lips level with his rigid member. I sucked his cock into my waiting mouth in one smooth motion till my lips met his curly pubic hair.

He sucked in a sharp breath as my long serpentine tongue wrapped around his cock. My tongue squeezed his cock at the same time that I bobbed back and forth on his cock coating it in my saliva. Placing my hands on his hips, I drew him into my mouth time and time again. Burying his cock in the back of my throat each time. Jerry’s eyes were locked on mine as I gazed into his. He was mesmerized. My amber eyes would haunt him forever. I redoubled my efforts on his cock, working it back and forth with my tongue and mouth, making delicious wet slurping sounds all the while. Jerry was still mumbling even as his orgasm neared.

“Not yet Jerry,” I said between licks as I released his cock. It twitched in the open air, precum beaded at the tip as it glistened with spit.

I guided him to the office chair leaving a small puddle of my own juices in my wake. Jerry collapsed in the chair. He was already growing weaker as I grew stronger from siphoning his life force.

I sank down on his cock without preamble, burying him to the hilt inside me. Jerry wasted no time in rushing to his demise. His cock thrusting into my hungry snatch at a rapid pace.

I wiggled my little black dress off my shoulders. The garment slid down to pool at my waist, revealing my large pale breasts. Jerry greedily pawed at them. Taking one in each hand and squeezing delightedly.

Jerry pulled me closer and took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked hard. The pleasure was immense. My eyes momentarily shifted to black pools of darkness as I felt Jerry lose himself even more. His end was near. It was then that I noticed a picture on his desk.

The picture was of Jerry and David at a bar smiling with raised drinks in the air. I didn’t see it at first but in the background to the left was a red haired girl behind the bar. I snatched the picture off the desk even as Jerry continued to fuck me to a frothy end.

“Where is this?” I asked, pulling my chest away from Jerry’s mouth and pointing to the picture. His eyes were glossed over as he continued to pump into me, his hands now on my hips, oblivious to the world.

Angry, my eyes turned to pits again as I slapped him across the face. I hoped not hard enough to break his neck. This seemed to sober him for a second. So I asked again.

“Where was this picture taken?” I held it right in front of his face. It took him several seconds to respond but finally he did when I was about to slap him again. All the while he never stopped thrusting into me.

“Gomorrah, Club Gomorrah. Upper East side.”

“Thank you Jerry,” I said sweetly. I kissed him deeply. Drawing in more of his life force. He fought to pull away then, no doubt feeling as though he was drowning. I clutched his face in my hands until he stopped resisting. I left him with just enough energy to keep him alive, which was a worse fate really.

Few mortals survived sex with a succubus and those who did probably wished they were dead. He would forever be haunted by the experience. Like a half remembered dream. No mortal woman would ever satisfy him again. Phantoms of my touch would plague him at night. He would most likely go mad.

I got up off him, his body slumped over on the desk. I pushed his chair forward so that if anyone checked on him before he recovered he would appear to simply be asleep. Except for his pants being around his ankles he did indeed appear to be napping.

I redressed quickly and quietly slipped out of Jerry’s office. Just as I was about to leave; a tall, dark skinned woman with braids approached me.

“Is Jerry in his office?” she said.

“He asked not to be disturbed,” I said, “Important conference call.”

“Probably the Yamamoto Group,” she said.

I barely heard her. Grant’s soul soared at the sight of this woman. Whoever she was, Grant had strong feelings for her.

“Oh I’m sorry, my name is Alexis. I work with Jerry and David.”

I smiled politely and excused myself. This is why I don’t like consuming souls. Things could get messy and complicated and I needed to focus on finding the redhead and her connection to Naamah.

 

Chapter 4

Gomorrah was a garish night club and unsurprisingly, nothing like the biblical city. The entrance to the club was in the basement of an old gothic style building with stone gargoyles on the roof. Inside music played way too loudly and the lights flashed enough to cause a seizure. The bar dominated the back wall and there behind the bar stood a short redheaded goth girl.

I had a seat at the far end of the bar. After a few minutes she signaled she would be with me shortly.

“Whatcha drinking?” said the redhead, looking at me expectantly.

She had fiery red hair, though not as dark as Naamah’s. Deep blue eyes outlined in heavy black eye liner and a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks. She wore a black tee shirt with “Gomorrah” emblazoned on the front in red and black.

She looked less like Naamah than I first thought, though few mortals could compare to Naamah’s unearthly beauty.

“Lady, whatcha drinking?” she asked again.

“Rum and Coke,” I said unthinking; which meant it was probably one of Grant’s favorites.

A minute later she returned with my drink. My hand grazed hers as she passed me the drink. That brief contact should have allowed me to see into her soul, instead it was like hitting a wall. That was strange. I got nothing from her, she was a blank slate. I sat there puzzled and watched her work.

Something about this woman still reminded me of Naamah. It wasn’t her looks per se although they did share similar features. She just felt familiar, her scent even. That’s it I realized, it was her smell. She reeked of Naamah’s magic, like sandalwood and vanilla. It just didn’t surround her, it radiated off of her. I looked into the hidden layers of the world and found traces of Naamah’s magic in her very soul and yet something deeper beneath that.

“You need something lady? You been staring at me all night,” said the redhead.

“Starting to give me some real Mrs. Thatcher vibes.”

“Mrs. Thatcher?” I said looking confused.

“My college professor, my junior year. A real hippy type. Offered to bump my grade up if I ate her box.”

I cracked a genuine smile then.

“No nothing like that, you just look familiar.” I said.

“I don’t think I know you,” said the redhead.

“Are you sure? Perhaps I know your mother?”

“Really? Cause I ain’t seen her since she dropped me off on the steps of St. Andrew’s when I was a baby.”

She turned to leave and I grabbed her hand. She looked down at my hand as though I’d bitten her.

“Let go of me!” she screamed drawing the attention of the large bouncer at the door.

At the sound of her scream a young man appeared from the back carrying a box of fruit, which he dropped when he saw me.

I decided it was time to leave before the situation got out of hand. I got up and headed for the door, the large bouncer heading right for me.

I faded from view as I moved into the crowd.

I breathed a small sigh of relief once I was back at Grant’s sports car. It wasn’t often I lost control of a situation. I sped back to the penthouse ignoring most mortal traffic laws. I pulled in the underground parking garage of the building. A large shadow swooped low over head. My senses flared, it was demonic whatever it was.

A huge dark shape dropped like a stone onto the hood of the car. The force of the impact sent me through the windshield. I landed a few feet away. A cold grey claw closed around my throat and lifted me off the ground.

Fuck! It was a Gargouille. A type of Earth demon, highly resistant to magic and incredibly strong. My magical strength was on par with a demon Lord but my physical strength could barely starch it’s stone hide.

I tried to mutter an incantation but the creature only squeezed my throat tighter, until I felt like my head would pop off, and it probably would have if a motorcycle hadn’t slammed into its side sending it crashing into a cement support column. The rider of the motorcycle stood over me as I coughed violently. It was the young man from the club, the one who had dropped the box.

I grunted some quick Hell-speech and hurled a black fireball over his shoulder. The fireball slammed into the creature and I was on my feet in an instant, the words to a binding already on my lips as I approached the smoldering pile of rubble. The creature leapt up and was caught mid leap as I completed the binding.

The creature froze in mid air. Stone wings spread, talons outstretched and beak agape. It’s eyes alone could move, tracking me as I circled around it. I stepped back in front of the creature. I snapped my fingers freeing it’s head from the binding.

“Who sent you?” I snarled.

“I protect, I protect,” squawked the stone creature.

“Protect what? Who?”

“I protect, I protect!”

I sighed. The terms of its summoning probably prevented it from saying more but I needed answers.

“Who summoned you?” I asked, at this it’s eyes glowed bright red and I had the distinct impression I was being watched then.

“Who is your master?” The creature just stared unblinking, unmoving, eyes glowing. It was obvious the creature would speak no more.

“Whoever you are, you won’t stop me. The reign of Lilith is about to begin,” I said to the presence behind the creature’s eyes.

Grunting a few more words of Hell-speech I snapped my fingers and the creature exploded, showering me in black ichor and bits of gore.

“What the fuck happened to it?” said the motorcycle rider.

I had almost forgotten about him. I rounded on him immediately.

I was already pissed and today did not go as planned.

“I don’t know who you are mortal but today is not been my day. So I won’t drain you dry, I’ll just kill you quickly.”

My tail struck like a viper, wrapping around the mortal’s neck.

“Any last words before you die?” I said shedding my human guise.

“What am I?” He croaked.

As far as last words went that was new. I bared my fangs and wrenched his head to the side, exposing the soft flesh of his neck and sank my fangs into his carotid. Rich, dark red blood gushed into my mouth and down my throat. I gulped the sweet red blood down in hungry mouthfuls but his blood grew bitter, like poison until I began to cough and sputter. I flung him to the ground and vomited black fowl smelling blood on the pavement. The mortal ran off into the night clutching at his neck.

xxxxx

On the elevator ride up to the penthouse I picked broken glass out of my hair. The demon ichor would be harder to remove.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. I walked into the hall still covered in black gore and glass. As I walked toward the apartment door I saw a woman standing against the wall rubbing her arms in a long grey coat. Her eyes darted around wildly.

Apparently I was popular today.

“Ah my pet,” I said smiling.

Her eyes went wide at seeing me covered in gore but her eyes turned haunted as she spoke.

“There is something wrong with me. My skin is on fire. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t even wear clothes, my skin is too sensitive,” she said opening her coat revealing her nude, goosebumped flesh.

“I can fix that,” I said.

“Please!” she begged, grabbing my shoulders. She looked on the verge of tears.

I slipped my hand between her legs and slid one finger inside her. She shivered.

“Is that better my pet?” I whispered, my finger still buried up to the second knuckle inside her. She nodded meekly.

“Come my pet,” I said, “Welcome home.”

I opened the door to the penthouse. Inside I found a crackling fire in the fireplace and living room had been converted into a makeshift throne room. A pentagram had been carved into the middle of the floor and dark rugs led to an ebony high-backed chair that dominated the space.

Baphomet stood beside the ebony throne. When he saw me covered in demon’s blood his hand moved to his sword hilt. I held up a hand and shook my head to calm him.

“Baphomet this is my pet,” I said removing the girl’s coat. The coat disappeared in a puff of flame.

“You won’t need this or any clothes ever again my pet.”

Baphomet’s stance relaxed as he took in the young woman’s nubile form.

“You deserve a reward for your hard work.” I said gesturing to the room.

“It was nothing my lady,” said Baphomet, “shall I give you my report now?”

I shook my head no. “Why don’t you make my pet feel at home first while I shower.” I said playing with one of my pet’s long blond curls. Baphomet nodded as I walked away.

“Oh and Baphomet, you are not to spill your seed in her womb.”

xxxxx

The hot water of the shower ran down my body, as I scoured the black gore from my hair and skin. The bits of demon goo swirled around the drain. My body was covered with cuts, scrapes and bruises.

How did it end up like this? I was supposed to be ruling Hell with Namaah by my side. We had planned every detail for centuries. Overthrowing Samael was centuries in the making and Naamah had betrayed me at the last moment and had me tossed into the Abyss.

“Damn you, Naamah!” I snarled, smashing a shower tile in my frustration.

I stepped from the shower, my hair clung damp against my pale skin. I walked back to the living room following the sounds of lusty moans. I found Baphomet sitting on my throne fully transformed. My pet was impaled on his massive demon cock. Her legs spread wide, supported by Baphomet holding her behind her knees. He appeared as a shaggy goat headed man with red glowing eyes with Grant’s body and cloven hooves for feet.

My pet was moaning into the thick fur of Baphomet’s neck while being bounced up and down on his cock. My seal on her skin glowed softly channeling her lusts into me. Already my cuts were closing and bruises healing.

“Your report my knight?”

Baphomet didn’t break his rhythm as he commenced his report.

“My informants tell me a Marquis is here operating out of this city.”

“Do we know who?”

“Not for certain but I suspect Aamon.” said Baphomet grunting now as he rammed his cock deeper and deeper into the blonde’s eager pussy.

“Hmmm,” I pondered. One of Aamon’s warlock cabals could have summoned that Garguallie.

Baphomet’s musky animal smell filled the room. I watched absently as the last of my cuts healed as my pet bucked and moaned in Baphomet’s lap. Her chest heaving and small breasts swaying, her chest now glistening with perspiration.

I sat on the arm of the chair, straddling the wood. The cool ebony wood felt good against my bare pussy. I reached over to my pet and lifted her chin and kissed her hungrily. She returned the kiss in kind. Her lips tasted of sweat and Baphomet’s musk.

“Anything on Namaah?” I asked.

“Word is that this Marquis reports directly to her.” Baphomet lifted the woman off his cock and aimed his cock at her back door, obviously intending to finish in her ass, given my prohibition against impregnating her.

With a grimace on her face she wiggled her ass back and forth working Baphomet’s huge girth into her ass. The soft glow of my magic seal upon her insured she would feel more pleasure than pain as the demon’s swollen cock probed deeper into her ass. The demon’s cock seated home, deep in her bowels. The blonde woman’s face flushed red and she let lose a low moan of pleasure as the last inch of the massive cock sank inside her.

My pussy was dripping wet at this point, my pet’s pleasure and mine becoming one. I only just realized I had unconsciously been grinding my pussy against the hard wood of the chair. My juices ran down the arm of the chair soaking the seat.

I teased my pet’s clit with the tip of my tail causing the girl’s sphincter to clamp down on Baphomet’s cock like a vice; making the large demon-knight roar with pleasure.

I gripped the arm rest pressing my own clit hard into the slick wood of the chair and ground harder, working my hips back and forth as Baphomet began to slowly move the girl up and down on his dick again. His massive rod disappearing again and again inside her tight hole.

She threw her head back in pleasure. Baphomet’s long rough tongue finding hers. His eyes burned red, his large hands gripped her thighs tighter as the pace picked up. I sensed his need rising, he would cum soon.

Reaching out with my magic I stoked the flames of lust, binding all 3 of our passions together. I felt both the hot tightness of my pet’s walls and the tantalizing fullness of being invaded by demon cock. There was practically a river between my legs now that it was being fed by three separate lusts, all building toward climax.

My fingers found my drenched pussy in moments. First one finger, then two, then three, then four, all inside me. My demonic senses struggled to keep up with conflicting sensory input.

My fingers worked in and out of my sex with practiced ease. Baphomet’s grunts became primal and animalistic. My sweet pet little more than a sheath for Baphomet’s enormous cock as he pumped into her, jarring her whole body.

The intensity of three simultaneous orgasms rocked me, nearly sending me to the floor as Baphomet slammed the petite woman down on his cock and I felt the hot sticky wave of demon seed as it made its way from his balls, up his cock and into my pet’s quivering ass. The pungent odor of demon seed filled the air as gobs of thick white pearlescent cum spewed from my pet’s ass and ran down the demon’s fat cock and pooled around his balls.

Shakily, my pet removed herself from Baphomet’s cock and came to kneel before me, cum still oozing from her gaping anus.

“Please me,” I barked. My demonic nature fully taken over.

I wrapped taloned fingers in her matted hair and wrenched her head forward, burying her face in my soaked pussy. She eagerly sucked and licked at my nether lips. She gulped down as much of my sweet nectar as she possibly could without choking. Baphomet still sat on my throne, his chest heaving. I stared at his still hard, cum covered cock and longed to take it in my mouth.

Suddenly and without warning the pentagram in the center of the room began to pulse and glow.

“Baphomet, prepare for company.” I said shoving my pet aside and getting to my feet, horns and talons fully extended. Murder in my eyes.

The glow from the pentagram intensified and a bright flash of crimson light burst forth and when my vision cleared six figures stood in the center of the pentagram. The two central most figures were tall androgynous looking demons with long silvery hair, solid white eyes and small shiny black horns. Both were supernaturally beautiful, they looked lithe and graceful and their skin had a soft glow like moonlight. The both wore long crimson robes with black trim and golden accents that identified them as Priests of Namaah. I instantly hated them.

A pair of well muscled blue skinned demons with scimitars flanked them on either side. Daevas, unless I missed my guess and there floating just above the assembled demons was Valak. I issued a quick mental command to Baphomet and he moved at blinding speed and cut down the two Daevas in seconds. The two priests never flinched.

Once Baphomet returned to the side of the throne I took a seat, ignoring the cum stains.

“You entered my home uninvited, a blood price had to be paid.” I said gesturing to the two dead demons. The two priests nodded curtly.

“My sister and I are envoys of the gracious Lady Namaah,” said the slightly taller of the pair. “We have been sent to offer you an invitation to return home to the palace, all past transgressions forgiven.”

I stifled a laugh.

My form blurred and the next moment I was holding Valak by the throat, standing right between the two priests. The priests took a small step back. Valak squirmed in my grasp. I roared and savagely ripped Valak’s head from his body in a spray of black blood. I casually returned to my seat, Valak’s head in my hand. I held Valak’s head aloft in one had while stroking my pet’s hair with the other; my pet purred contentedly. I tossed the head to the priests, the shorter one snatched the head out of the air without getting a drop of blood on her robes.

“That is my answer and you can tell Namaah as much,” I said. That little feat of physicality would have been impossible if I hadn’t just gorged myself on sexual energy but they didn’t need to know that.

“Our Lady said you might react this way, so fare the well Lady Lilith,” said the priest bowing. The summoning circle began to glow once again.

“We have one final message from our Lady,” said the shorter one who clutched Valak’s head, “Do not seek the girl again.”

The summoning circle erupted in a gout of flame, leaving only char marks behind. “Fuck her!” I roared, my eyes black pools of seething rage. My pet shied away from me in my rage and Baphomet wisely remained silent.

THE END OF PART ONE