Morbidwriter

This story is dedicated to the woman I love, Winter. This book is meant for entertainment. If anyone takes offense to the content, don't complain, just don't read it. And for those who don't care, enjoy the story.   

Lilith stood in front of the temple where she had grown up. Now that she had was here, she had some scores. She walked up the stone steps. They looked exactly as she remembered. It was around midnight when she knocked on the door.

A young student, wearing a plain white top with a short white skirt, answered the door to see who it was. She gasped, seeing the fair woman with black high heels and horns protruding from her forehead.  

Lilith caressed the girl's face and pulled her into her arms and whispered in her ear.

"Why are you out of bed little girl?" She asked.

"It’s my turn to attend the door." She answered truthfully with glassy eyes.

Lilith laughed, "Sister Carmilla is still alive?" She smirked at the girl, "You know what me and Sister Carmilla used to do?" She asked with a wicked grin.

The girl shook her head.

"Well, I would do this." She said seductively as she kissed the young blonde. Working for her hands down the girl’s chest, feeling her large breasts. Her fingers delved under the girl’s skirt and then delicately stroked up her soft thigh and started rubbing her pussy through the soft fabric.

Joy, the student, had never been touched like this before. She had grown up in the temple and never done anything wicked in her life. Feeling this Demon’s fingers caressing her scared her and set her loin on fire. She didn't know how to react to the fingers rubbing her virgin petals. She had never felt so wet. She felt dirty, bad, and loved it. A jolt of excitement flew through her when the woman bit her neck harshly.

The only reason why her race was hated by the temple was that they could easily bend the will of humans. They attacked their immortal souls with lies of a paradise and hell. But Devils and Demons do whatever they please. Demons lived in self-proclaimed anarchy, if they wanted to order, they had to be strong enough to command it. Devils lived in a society of law and order. However not even one of those 666 laws governed how or what a devil does with their body in the privacy of their own home.

Once Lilith found the secrets behind her pussy nothing stopped her from rubbing it wherever or whenever she chose. Not until they put her in the straitjacket that was.

Lilith's fingers found their way into the girl’s panties and immediately started to finger her with one finger. She was deliciously tight. The girl tugged at Lilith's white shirt and moaned openly. Lilith kissed her neck and licked the girl’s ear as she orgasmed.

"Do you know what Sister Carmilla used to do to me?" the girl shook her head panting.

"She would lick my petals like a lollipop?" Lilith asked,

Lilith lifted her leather skirt showing Joy her tight wet pussy, "Want a taste?

Joy barely knew what she was doing. She smelled the sweet musky aroma of the devil's hot, wet, folds and licked once tasting her sweet juices. The girl immediately went face first into her snatch wrapping her arms around her legs delving her tongue into her moist tunnel.

Lilith moaned with a small, satisfied laugh. She squeezed her tits and lifted one from her half-buttoned blouse and licked her swollen nipple. She ground her hips once and gushed on the girl’s face.

Lilith gave a sultry giggle backing away from the girl. "I like you. Don’t go anywhere." She said walking past her and entering the temple. The main hall was large. A fire burned in a large fireplace. A pair of cushioned chairs were positioned before the fireplace.

An old woman exited a room yelling, "Joy? Why is that door still open!" She held a ruler in hand and stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Lilith.

"Lilith!" she squeaked.

 “Carmilla?" She laughed maniacally. "Oh, the years have not been kind to you!”

"You're not welcome here Demon whore!" she spat.

"Here I thought you’d be happy to see me? Tell me Carmilla if I’m a whore what does that make you? You and your wicked tongue." Lilith asked,

“A young fool. But I know better now. You corrupted me whore. I’m a virtuous woman. Now get out.” She hissed.

Lilith rolled her eyes. “I take it the Priest is dead. It was Cain, right?”

Carmilla made the sign of the Trinity. Fingers to her forehead, right shoulder, left shoulder, and back to her head. “Master Cain passed on quite a few years after you were exiled back to the fiery depths.”

"After my forceful return home. I found out it's not fiery at all. It's rather nice. But my love for humans brought me back. You and I both know there is no god. No Satan. Yet you stayed. Why?"

"I wondered if you would ever come back. If you would return to corrupt the acolytes of this temple." Carmilla Slowly drew a pistol from the pocket of her nightgown.

Lilith saw her hand and the pistol. Her tail lashed out and yanked the pistol out of her old hand. The old woman’s eyes widened in fear.  

Lilith smirked at the Fear in Carmilla’s eyes. She looked down at the pistol in her hand. It was silver plated with a Rowen wood grip. There was no hammer and the ruins of power etched into the barrel and grip. The pistol was magic and made specifically for killing demons.

She tsked her tongue at Carmilla and wagged a finger at her. “Oh, Carmilla I can’t forgive that.”

Carmilla tried to run but Lilith was faster. She wrapped her arms around her. The old woman stopped struggling then. Her breaths were ragged. Her chest heaved as a flush colored her cheeks. Lilith was a succubus. While most succubae relied on their looks to seduce men and women. Lilith preferred to put her power into her flesh.

Poor Carmilla was under her thrall now. For old times sake, she slipped her fingers under her nightdress to find her moist. The old woman was crying softly. Lilith made shushing noises before she sank her fangs into Carmilla’s neck. Her body went rigid with pain then pliant with pleasure.

“Oh, God. Lilith, Yes!” Carmilla moaned as Lilith sucked the life out of her.

Within a moment her body grew cold and the light in her eyes dulled till they were empty lifeless. Lilith raised her head from her neck and licked her bloody lips. She dropped the corpse to the floor at her feet. She wiped her face on Carmilla’s nightgown before she stood and took a deep breath of satisfaction. It was then she smelled a familiar scent. Master Cain.

"If he’s dead, why do I smell him?" she wondered to herself walking down the hall to the Priests bedroom. She slowly opened the door to see a younger version of Master Cain getting up from his bed.

"Are you Master Cain’s grandchild?" She asked him.

The man fearfully nodded grasping the deltafix from the back of his bed.

She didn't flinch. But a yawn did escape her lips.

"You don't believe in god, do you?" she asked devilishly.

"Why?" he asked with a quivering voice.

"Because when someone holds an object of power, it repels devils and demons. It Seriously harms lesser ones. But faith and genuine belief are required. You’re just holding a fancy triangle in your hands. Not an ounce of power behind it.” she explained

"What do you want me to say? That I became a Priest because my father forced me?" He yelled in anger.

Lilith strutted forward with a lascivious smile, "That's exactly what I wanted to hear." she lowered the deltafix from his chest and licked his neck. Her hand reached down and rubbed his dick through his nightgown. "I'm not going to hurt you unless you want me to," she said with a seductive voice as his penis grew in her hand.

The man took in a slow deep gasp. His hands went up to her belly and grasped her large breasts gently.

"You have a better grip than your grandfather," she said with a giggle.

He suddenly lifted his hands under her arms and threw them up and grasped her by her waist and lifted her from the ground sprinting into the hall. She would have fought back. But she knew where he was taking her. The padded room for "naughty" girls.

He opened the door to the padded room and threw her inside. She landed on her back and gave a subtle laugh as he took the straight jacket from the wall and tackled her. Back in the old days, it took seven men to get it on her. She was letting him put it on. After it was all tied and clipped.

She was on her knees, face-first on the ground, her ass sticking up in the air.

"Are you just going to leave me like this?" she asked, "Come on, you know you want it." she teased wiggling her ass at him. Her moist cunt, glistening in the room's light.

She could see he wanted her. Badly.

Dain slowly pulled off his gown and looked down at his erect penis. He took a few steps forward and went to his knees, grasping the Demon’s hips. He edged the head of his dick on her pussy lips. He felt how hot she was. He sheathed himself in her tight cunt.

She moaned loudly loving the feeling of his hard dick stretching her.

Cain pulled back his hand and slapped her ass as hard as he could. She gave a little moan and started to roll her hips.

He took his dick from her snatch and used her juices to lubricate his cock and shoved it into her asshole. She cried out in pleasure, laughing a little at the brutal assault on her ass.

"Yes!" she cried out in pure pleasure. After a few more thrusts she screamed out her orgasm and after another thrust, Cain came inside her ass. He slumped over her breathing deeply.

Lilith moaned softly to herself loving the feeling of his filling and tickling her asshole.

She twisted, knocking him off her. She ripped the jacket off her and tossed it aside. She stretched her arms. She felt pliant and satisfied.

 From his spot on the floor, Cain saw a pistol on the ground. It had fallen from Lilith’s skirt.  Now that she was free, she’d kill him for sure. He snatched up the gun and aimed it at her.

"Don’t move." He hated how his voice quivered but he wasn’t a Templar or a Paladin. He wasn’t supposed to be facing demons.

She looked over and sighed. As she had done earlier, she snatched the pistol out of his hand with her tail. She tossed it over with the straitjacket and sauntered over to Cain. “Silly man. I’m not going to hurt you. No. I’m going to give you something very special.”

“What?” He asked never taking his eyes off her.

With a mischievous smile, she stripped and straddled him. She caressed his soft cock with her moist entrance and revived his love rod. She sank onto him letting out a satisfied groan and began rocking her hips.

“My dear Cain. I’m going to make you a Demon Lord. You’re going to be my Consort and together we're going to do what no one has done before.” She panted above him.

Cain was powerless beneath her. “What are we going to do?”

“We’re going to make a world where Demons and Humans live together. I’ll give you love, power, sex, women, wealth, everything this world has to offer, and then some. Now pour your seed into me and accept my power.”

He gripped her hips and thrust himself up into her tight cunt. She cried out louder and louder till he finally filled her. She let out a shriek of pure bliss as power flowed from her into him.

His eyes bulged as her power filled his veins. His eyes turned red, and his muscles thickened with strength. Just when the flood of power settled into his bones, he felt something. He felt her. His mind and hers melded into one. In her mind, he felt her love of humans, her genuine want of unity between man and demon.

He sat up and pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. “What’s our first step now my queen?”