Getting to know Lilith

The woman, I’d she could be called that, pressed herself close to you. You felt the warmth of her skin, the plump softness of her breasts against your chest as she leant over and kissed your cheek. She even smelt good, like a sort of vanilla extract mixed with some other flower you couldn’t name.

“You probably have questions,” she said, taking your hand within her own and pressing a kiss to your palm. She led you over to a set of chairs that seemed to materialise in the time it took to blink. “Let’s have a nice good chat.”

Your seat was close to hers, and she leant forward to caress your thigh with her foot. There was a flash of arousal, but fear was the dominant emotion that ran through your heart and soul. Despite the beautiful image, you knew what sat before you was not at all human.

“The ring,” you started, only to see that it was no longer on your finger. “Wait, what?”

Lilith grinned, something feline and predatory about the gesture. “Where do you think we are, my love? Can’t be on your finger if we’re sitting inside it.”

You looked around. It looked like a blurry watercolour painting of a room, details which only solidified when you **** yourself to focus on them. Was it an actual room? Were you inside some micro dimension within the ring, or was this some kind of brain aneurysm that you were experiencing.

“You’re not going mad,” Lilith said, leaning back into her chair. “Though you might if you think too hard about the mechanics of it all,” she made a sweeping gesture. “Think of it this way. I created this little pocket of reality, and when there is enough ambient ichor around I can draw others into it.”

“And that thing I touched,” you rubbed your temple, trying to make sense, “that had energy?”

She nodded. “A seed. Thats what happens sometimes when you convert human life **** into dark energy, occasionally there’s a little run off. Those things are quite useful for a quick power up. It allowed me to finally make contact with you.”

A troubled realisation came to mind. “You’ve been watching me, through the ring.”

“Not watching exactly, but some of your sensations, your errant thoughts slip through and make me aware.” She leaned forward, “ you’re a different creature than your grand sire. He was a deviant.”

You weren’t exactly eager to hear about that, but it was beyond time you got answers. “Tell me,” you said, “tell me what all of this is about. My grandfather, the cult, the ring…all of it.”

The thing that looked like a woman gave you an amused smile. “Well, where to begin?”

“What are you?”

“I’ve been called many things by many people. Some call me Angel, some call me Demon. A mortal scientist thought to label me an ‘inter-dimensional being’, though that was more his mind desperately trying to quantify something outside his understanding…I am a something that has existed by mankind was born. If the omniverse is an ocean, we are those original creatures who existed in the darkest depths before deciding to try our hand walking on land.”She sighed in dismay, “alas, the barrier between realms is difficult to traverse. There are only selected places, select methods in which we can do that. Your little town is one of those spots.”

“And my grandfather…”

“ He was one of many humans we’ve consorted with to get a foothold in this realm. You had a distant ancestor, I crafted the ring using some of mine own essence to connect you all with me.” Her eyes shone, first crimson, then purple. “But there are others of my kind who made similar deals with other families. We all want to squirm our way into this little planet you have.”

“So the Cult, with Mayor Chapman, the Halberts,” you felt a chill recalling what they did to that girl, “they’re in league with your kind?”

Lilith hummed. “Others of my kind. We all want to get in, but we are not of one mind. Chapman and Halbert have pacts with one of my kinsman,” she looked away, searched for a word, “Incubus, I suppose you might call it. One who demands blood with pleasure. Sacrifice.”

“How is that any different from what you do?”

“ I haven’t made you kill anyone,” she replied, mock offended. “I couldn’t if I wanted to. The ring gives you access to sliver of my power, which affects minds above all. I don’t want people butchering each other, darling. I want you to fuck each other, to corrupt others, to warp their minds. That is the sweetest ambrosia for me. The taboo, the degradation of human morality.”

You thought of how you had made Stacy blow you, how good that had felt to see someone you hated driven before you as a slut to your cock. Lilith let out a delighted giggle, feeling your emotions.

“The others, they play rougher than I do. There are several of them operating through different humans in your town, and if they get through I promise it’ll be hell for you all,” she licked her lips, leaned in so close that her hands rested on your knees, so close that she could easily kiss you. “Let me propose something. When you get back, don’t restrain yourself. You want to interfere with the others? Be my guest. But don’t play nice, because they certainly won’t,” her eyes drifted to something away in the vague darkness around you. “You’re being pulled back, but before you go, how about a little gift?”

The world shifted, and Lilith was between your legs, grinning playfully as she took hold of your throbbing erection. “Just a taste, something for you to remember me by…”

The pleasure was incomparable to anything you had felt with a mortal woman. The demoness worked your aching cock with expert hands, sucking lips, exploring tongue and a warm wet mouth that worked to draw every bit of pleasure from your body. It wasn’t long before a spike of white hot joy cut through your being and you emptied yourself into her waiting gullet. And it was in that exact moment that the world shifted around you.

When you opened your eyes again, you were kneeling in the hospital basement, Tina and Marcus looking at you with concerned eyes. You blinked, confused, then allowed reality to settle. Within your closed hand, was the seed.