Fuck Hard with a Vengeance

The house was an old Victorian that sat right on the edge of town, gated off and away from prying eyes of the community. Exactly the kind of place that someone like Halbert would retreat to do the worst of his enormities. Lilith had pried its location out of the mind of her host body and helped set the insane scheme into motion.

She stood beside you, watching the house and then with strange and birdlike tilts of her head, regarding the man at the gatehouse. “I’ll handle this,” she said, as you approached the big wrought iron barricade. The creature moved with the grace of a panther, and even as the guard put his hand on his holstered weapon, Lilith was upon him, eyes glowing in that inhuman way that stopped him dead in his tracks. A single kiss froze the man in place, and you watched with morbid curiosity as his own eyes began to glow purple for the briefest of moments.

Lilith parted from him, and spoke slowly, as if instructing a dim child. “You’ll open for us,” she commanded, “and then you’ll alert the rest of the security to something on the other side of the grounds, yes?”

“Y-yes,” his voice was thick, slurred. He was unsteady on his feet and you thought he had been ****. He staggered to the gatehouse, pressed a button, and the wrought iron gates opened for you.

“Wasn’t that fun?” Lilith asked, skipping back to your side, taking your arm within her own as you pressed on. “I hope you’re learning something, my boy. The power can be a sledge hammer or it can be a scalpel, you just have to use your brain.”

“What’s waiting for us in there?” Your eyes went to the house. “Will he have the place booby trapped?”

Lilith pursed her lips. “Possibly. But he’s not the only one with traps in place.”

The front doors of the house opened up and a half dozen men came bustling out, off in the direction of whatever fictitious crisis had been called in. You and Lilith waited behind one of the hedges as they went by, then made your entrance into the house. It was beautiful and decadent in the way that you had only seen in movies and tv, with walls that were covered in post-modern art that you couldn’t begin to make sense of, and furniture so ornate that looked like it had been taken from the French Revolution.

Your heart raced with tension, every step on the floor, every squeak and sound setting you on edge. You half expected Halbert to emerge from behind every door, ready to shoot you like some villain from an 80s action movie. Yet the house was deceptively quiet.

Lilith showed no fear, and you supposed that came down to the fact that it wasn’t her body in the line of fire. If her host died she would simply return to her own realm. You wouldn’t be so lucky, and your thumb rubbed over the ring for reassurance.

Something finally caught your attention, right as you breached the entry hall and entered what might have been a living room. It was the unmistakable sound of grunting and moaning, someone in the midst of coitus.

“Naughty,” Lilith grinned, revealing a pair of inhuman canines.

Peeking into the room, you were confronted by the image of two women going at it. The brunette woman bounced her ass up and down the length of a strap on that was firmly attached to a red head. The two women were growling, groping and bathing each other in sloppy kisses as they fucked themselves into oblivion.

“Oh this is delightful,” Lilith said, tittering. “He’s not even in the room and he’s keeping them at it,” with a happy sigh, she gestured for them to continue, “C’mon, they won’t bother us.”

You made to follow, but something caught your attention. When you looked again at the lesbians, you couldn’t help but notice something strange about the women. There was a euphoric daze that marked them as ensorcelled, but you took note of the brunette, the way she grimaced slightly, even through her moaning. The Red head, her eyes were puffy, as was her nose. She sucked hungrily on her partner’s breast, but it was beyond clear that she had been crying recently, and was perhaps still sniffling a little even as she was driven into further carnality.

“Wait,” you said. “They’re slaves…we can’t just leave them like this.”

Lilith frowned. “Of course we can’t. These sluts mean nothing.”

“They didn’t choose this.”

The She-Demon made a sound of disgust. “If you have such a bleeding heart, then focus on dealing with Halbert. Once he’s gone, his magic will fade as well.” She looked at you coldly, “or do you want to waste time with these creatures while your ally is used like a fleshlight by her brother?”

You remembered Maddy, how frightened she had been and how awful you felt pushing her into this plan. With a grimace, you pushed on, continuing your search and leaving the women behind. Lilith kept pace, and wound her hand within your own. “You’ll need to harden up, my boy. You know what comes next, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you grit out. “Blood.”