Hell on Earth: Seven Deadly Sins

Justin Hartman knelt on the cold wooden floor of his room, stroking his cock with one hand, and flipping through the pages of an old, worn-out book with the other. He was surrounded by a ring of candles, pilfered from his mother’s collection. While he carried out his dirty deed, he was surrounded by the aromas of “Lavender Dream” and “Beach by Boardwalk.”

“This is fucking ridiculous,” he mumbled to himself. “I can’t believe I’m following instructions from a book that looks like the Necronomicon.”

All the same, he pulled away at his turgid member, his blood pulsing as he brought himself ever closer to the climax he needed. 12 days already he had performed the rite, masturbating within the circle, exposing the book to his fluids. The 13th day – today – would mark the completion of the ritual. Justin just needed to spill his seed on the weathered parchment one more time.

With his orgasm fast approaching, Justin leaned forward.

“Oh… fuck,” he gritted his teeth, his right hand bearing his weight on the floor as he was lost in the throes of pleasure. “Holy fuck, fuck!”

Justin landed on his ass as his orgasm wound down, his ropes of cum painting the book before him. When nothing seemed to happen, his post-nut clarity hit him like a truck.

“Wow… well this was fucking pathetic.”

He shook his head and got up to head to the bathroom to clean up the aftermath of his occult endeavor. Sparing one last look at the book, though, Justin noticed something peculiar. The book was surrounded by a faint pink glow. He took a step forward to examine it better…

…and was rendered blind by a flash, a thunderclap that shook the entire house.

When Justin came to his senses, the book was gone.

In its place, however, was a woman. She was tall, nearly as tall as Justin. She had unnaturally pale skin and brunette hair and piercing blue eyes. She was gorgeous, but she clearly meant business. She was dressed in professional attire, wore wide-rimmed glasses, and had a look of disdain plastered upon her face. Two tiny nubs protruded from her forehead, horns, the only real sign that this being wasn’t human.

“You’re… you’re… are you,” Justin stammered, trying to find some string of words that would make sense given his circumstances.

The woman sighed and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

“Yes, yes, the spirit of Lilith, called upon by your acts of sexual deviance, you little freak.”

“Wow,” Justin managed. “I thought you’d be, I dunno… red?”

Lilith massaged her temples.

“Ok, look. You’re way too young to be meddling with this shit. You’re what? 19? 20?”

“I’m 21, mind you!”

“Listen kid,” Lilith spat. Her expression softened slightly. “Did you even prepare a binding ritual?”

“Uhhhhhh… a what?”

She chuckled to herself.

“Without binding me, I can do whatever I want up here on earth. I don’t have to listen to you! I can reach forward and crush your fucking windpipe,” she ranted. Then, her voice dropped to a breathy whisper. “Or I could get the blood pumping back to that prick of yours and ride you until your heart stops beating in your chest.” A small purr escaped the back of Lilith’s throat as she licked her lips at the thought.

“Look lady, if my choices are ‘’ or ‘sex and ,’ I’d prefer to take the latter option.”

Lilith froze. Her eyes locked on to Justin’s. They were cold, calculating. There was something very feline about her, Justin decided. He shuddered under her gaze.

Then, Lilith began laughing.

“I like you. What’s your name, kid?”

“Justin. Justin Hartman.”

“And why did you summon me to earth, Justin Hartman?”

He went silent for a moment, mulling the question over in his head.

“I read in the book that you spread lust through ‘glorious transformations,’ and, well… I wanted to get a taste of that power, too.”

“Well, Justin Hartman, it’s your lucky day. I’m going to offer you an accord.”