Christian reached for Lilith’s left breast. He cupped her breast, hefting it up, his thumb running over her nipple until it hardened into a stiff point. The music that absconded from Lilith’s mouth increased in volume and frequency, to the point where he could actually feel the vibrations in his mouth.
While some part of him wanted to continue kissing Lilith until they passed out from lack of oxygen, another, much larger part, really wanted her breasts in his mouth. He pulled his lips off hers, ignoring the petulant whine she released. He licked the saliva that had begun to drip down her cheek, almost grinning when she shivered.
Lilith might have wined out loud, but he could still hear the voice in his head, the one that sounded like Lilith, telling him what to do. This, he realized, must have been part of what it meant to become a succubus’s mate.
He made his way toward his prize with his mouth, his tongue trailing a wet, glistening path down her neck, stopping only to lightly nip at her pulse points. He moved along her collarbone, his lips and tongue paying particular attention to the curvature of her elegant clavicle. Lilith squirmed beneath him as he kept moving. Blazing a path down the center of her chest, Christian soon swerved to the right. There, he found her breast, capped with a light pink nipple. It was beautiful. Perfect. Just like her.
And he really, really wanted his mouth on it right that instant.
He leaned down. Rather than simply placing his lips over her nipple and suckling on it, he swirled his tongue around it, licking around her areola. The gasp that swept out of Lilith’s throat was followed by a low, throaty moan. The hands that had been scratching his back went to the back of his head and pulled him down, practically shoving his face into her. He could taste her skin, salty but sweet. Perspiration had broken out on her skin. He lapped at it. Lilith shivered. Once her nipple was covered in saliva, Christian took it into his mouth and gently scraped it against his teeth, eliciting a loud cry from Lilith.
With his mouth occupied, his hands were free to explore, which he took to doing with great relish. His palms and fingers flowed across smooth skin, sweeping down her flat belly. Goosebumps broke out underneath his touch.
He soon reached the hem of Lilith’s jeans. He worked his hands underneath them, slipping inside both her jeans and panties, roving down before he finally found what he was looking for, a soft pair of lips that were already puffy and wet with arousal. He cupped her sex in the same way she had been cupping his crotch just a little while ago. He rubbed his hand along the entire length of her mound, feeling it come away with a slick coating of her juices. He then let two fingers pressed up against her lips, stroking her, causing her hips to buck against his hand. More juices flowed out from inside of her, trailing into her butt crack, and the jerking of her hips grew wilder. When he felt she was sufficiently wet, he slipped a finger inside.
Lilith unleashed a loud, keening wail as he curved his finger against the walls of her passage, finding her sweat spot and giving it a firm caress. Her hips jerked. She lifted her thighs into the air, spine arcing, as if humping his hand and released another loud cry. He was sure their neighbors could hear them. Christian knew he should feel embarrassed or something, but for some reason, he really couldn’t find it in himself to care today.
A second finger was inserted inside of her, which he began to pump in and out. A wet sucking sound issued from her sodden entrance. It was barely audible above Lilith’s panting moans and his groans.
He moved his thumb, pushing it against her hood and working out her clitoris, which he started stroking. Lilith’s body began shaking, her hips bucking and jerking as she humped his hand. The area between her legs was hot, and his hand and fingers became coated in more than just her juices. Sweat began breaking out on her body, a shimmering coat that looked exceedingly fetching on her.
The shaking increased, as did the humping and the bucking and the wailing. He felt her passage clamp around his fingers, a vice that made working them inside of her hard. Thankfully, the deluge of liquid that rushed out allowed him to slip his fingers out of her as well.
Christian leaned up, his mouth leaving her breast, so that he could watch Lilith as her body was wracked with small twitches and spasms. It was always a stunning sight to see her come down from an orgasm. He loved watching the way her chest heaved and shuddered, loved seeing the glimmering coat of sweat that broke out on her skin, and the way her eyes glazed over slightly. Because she was normally the one in charge during sex, he only got to see this after everything was said and done, and he was often too tired to care when that happened.
He needed to take this opportunity while he could.
“Christian... I need you... in me... right now...”
Lilith’s voice, a panting whisper filled with love and desire, an enchanting promise of unfathomable pleasure, caused him to shiver. He was also surprised that she could talk at all. He’d been sure her lust had consumed her before they even entered the hallway.
Maybe the orgasm had brought her mind back from the brink? It was food for thought.
“Actually, would you mind if I tried something first?” he asked.
Lilith whined and shook her head. “N-no. I need you now.”
“And you’ll get me, but I want to do something else for you first. Please?”
“F-fine but make it quick.”
Lilith didn’t take long to think about it. She probably didn’t have the brain capacity to think about much at that moment. He supposed that was what happened when a succubus was overtaken by their need to feed?
Moving down her body, Christian first took off her shoes. He slipped one shoe off her left foot, then other, and set them aside. Then reached her hips, where he unzipped her jeans and hooked his fingers underneath both pants and panties. Lilith raised her hips into the air, allowing him to pull both articles of clothing off in one go, exposing her lower body to the elements.
Lilith shivered just a bit, but that stopped when Christian put his mouth over her wet pussy lips and began to kiss her like he would her other mouth. Her thighs clamped around his head, and her beautiful singing voice bounced off the walls as Christian’s tongue penetrated her folds, pushing its way inside of her.
This was his first time doing this, so he wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to do. The voice inside of his head had also gone silent. He strained his ear to listen for any verbal cues that would let him know what Lilith liked. It was difficult to figure out if there was anything she didn’t like. Maybe it had something to do with the whole “mate genetic compatibility” thing Clarissa was talking about, but Lilith seemed to like everything he did.
Deciding to just do what came naturally, he allowed himself to enjoy the act. He inhaled her scent through his nose, savoring the unusual smell that was like a combination of vanilla and strawberries. He didn’t think women were supposed to smell like this (not like he had experience with anyone else), but he figured it was also due to her being a succubus and them being compatible. His nose soon grazed against the cluster of nerves that were sticking out of her hood. Lilith’s cries were magnified as he rubbed his nose against her clit.
Another flood rushed out of her. The intense tremors that afflicted her body spiraled as she climaxed, and then she came down, her entire body slumping. Her legs relaxed, allowing him to remove his head from between them. As he sat up, absently wiping at the fluids soaking the lower half of his face with his fingers, which he then stuck in his mouth to suck clean, he looked at Lilith’s face and had to smile.
Glazed over eyes and a mouth opened in a little “o” made up her face. There was a healthy glow on her cheeks, and her body was flushed a slight pink. She shone with a light, glistening coat of sweat, her body sparkling in the lighting of the room, and her body was heaving, sucking in deep, lungsful of air, as if she had just run a marathon without training. She looked both exhausted and pleased.
Christian wondered if it would be vain of him to feel proud.
He looked around, noticing that the
y were still on the floor. Not wanting to have sex on the floor when there was a perfectly soft bed next to them, he scooped the young woman into a princess carry, letting her head rest against his shoulder, and walked over to the bed. He set her down and climbed on as well, lifting her legs before letting them rest over his thighs, then positioning himself at her entrance. He didn’t enter her. Not yet. Instead, Christian chose to lean over her, his left forearm holding him up, while he caressed Lilith’s face with his right hand.
“Christian...” she mumbled, closing her eyes and leaning into his hand at the same time.
“Yes?”
“If you do not stick that thing in me right now, I am going to hurt you.”
Christian blinked. “You’re acting awfully violent today.”
“Christian...”
“Got it, got it.”
Not wanting to upset Lilith, who was, quite clearly, still hungry, Christian pushed himself against her, entering her and allowing for the consummation of their minds, bodies, and souls. Lilith practically melted. She sighed as her body relaxed. Her lips stretched to accommodate his girth, while her insides conformed around his thick shaft.
No matter how many times they had sex, she was just as tight, just as amazing, as the first time they had done it. Her wet, well-lubricated walls clamped around him, but it didn’t hurt. Christian could feel her, all of her, surrounding and all-consuming and absolutely perfect.
They lay like that, connected and content, before, on an unspoken signal they began to move.
Two minds soon became one. Two hearts connected. Bodies melded together, slick, wet, and wonderful. Reality blurred as lines were crossed. Christian moved inside Lilith and Lilith became a part of Christian. Worlds were born, and stars went nova behind heavy lidded eyes. Every moan, gasp, groan, and grunt that accompanied the sounds of two people locked in a passionate dance where time, space, and the universe came together in an explosion of energy and passion.
All good things come eventually come to an end, and theirs came quickly. Lilith tightened around Christian as he unleashed himself inside of her, making motion almost impossible, until her orgasm ended, and her walls loosened around his cock.
His body spent, Christian rolled over, pulling himself out of her with a wet pop. He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his breathing heavy, with several droplets of sweat coalescing and trailing down his skin.
After several seconds of resting, he regained his ability to speak, and said, “Lilith... I know you might still be hungry, but do you think you can wait a bit for me to recover before we go at it again?”
… No answer.
“Lilith?”
Christian turned his head to look at Lilith. He blinked, then frowned when he saw that her eyes were closed, and her breathing was deep and even. She was asleep.
“So much for being hungry.”
He sighed. At least he didn’t have to go another round. He loved making love to Lilith, but there were times when she was just too much for him to handle, especially when she wanted to go at it several times in a single night.
Damn succubus stamina, he grumbled internally before rolling over onto his side. Lilith, as if feeling his movement, rolled over until she was facing him and snuggled close. He wrapped his arms around her and slowly drifted to sleep.
***
Tristin stared out of the backseat window of the Ford F-150 as Samantha drove it down an innocuous looking street. There wasn’t much to see outside. Just dirt, dirt, and more dirt. And some buildings off in the distance—Boulder City, Tristin presumed, though he didn’t know for sure. He didn’t really care to know either, so it was all good.
“We there yet?” he asked, more to amuse himself than because he thought they were getting closer. Well, they had to be getting closer, right? That was the whole point of driving. To eventually reach their destination.
“No,” Samantha answered. She sounded a little exasperated. Tristin couldn’t figure out why. Surely, it wasn’t because he’d already asked this question fifty times in the last hour. No. Of course not.
“...How about now?”
“Tristin!”
“Sorry, sorry. I’m just so bored.”
Hm. Maybe he should be a little more cautious when trying to annoy Samantha. She took most of his ribbing well for such a serious woman―about as well as Christian, which was probably why he teased her. Then again, if there wasn’t the possibility of potentially lethal actions taken, wouldn’t that make messing with her less fun?
“You should learn to loosen up, boss lady.”
“Hahahaha! Tiny has got a point!”
“Who the hell are you calling tiny?!”
“Lighten up a little, Samantha! You keep frowning like that and you’ll get wrinkles.”
“I don’t want to hear that from someone who’s always laughing like a loon.” Samantha scowled. Both Leon and Tristin just laughed.
“Ugh, men,” Sif muttered in disgust.
Tristin found himself looking at the lady. Well, he found himself staring at her breasts at least. He didn’t think anyone would blame him. They were big, and he was really horny. How long had it been since the last time he had sex anyway? At least a month. He was beginning to run low on energy.
“There’s nothing wrong with having a dick, Sif,” Tristin said, grinning. Sif just looked at him like she wanted to stab him in the face, which honestly wasn’t all that different from how she normally looked at him, except maybe with a bit more vitriol.
He got the distinct feeling that she didn’t like him.
Hm.
The expansive desert landscape soon revealed something in the distance, which Tristin noticed almost as soon as it came into view. At first, it just looked like a blurry, indistinct, and shapeless mass that wavered in the heat. It wasn’t until they got closer that he realized what it was: a very small, abandoned warehouse.
The place was surrounded by a fence with barbed wire prickling the top. Several blue dumpsters lay scattered about, grimy, covered in rust, and suffering some serious wear and tear from having been out in the sun too long. Large stacks of something, Tristin didn’t know what, also lay half-haphazardly sprawled around the exterior of the warehouse.
The warehouse itself consisted of three buildings. The largest of them, the one in the center, looked like a stereotypical warehouse, large and square and without a hint of elegance to it. The walls were made of metal, which had rusted over from not receiving a proper cleaning in what had to be decades. Likewise, the slanted roof was made of metal that had been oxidized from the sun beating down on it. The other two buildings were smaller. One just looked like a gray square with a door and two windows, while the other appeared to be a smaller warehouse painted white, with chips of paint peeling off and only a single entrance.
So this was the Executioners new secret hide out, huh? The whole thing looked like a giant cliché, but Tristin supposed beggars couldn’t be choosers.
They pulled up past the fence, which had not been locked, and then parked the truck.
“Alright, everyone. Get out,” Samantha commanded, putting her own words into action.
Tristin followed her with the other two as they were led into the large warehouse building. The space inside was pretty empty. There really wasn’t a whole lot to the place. Cement floors, metal walls and ceiling, a couple dozen boxes that ranged in size from as tall as Tristin’s calf to nearly two times larger than he was.
Samantha led them to a spot in the center, surrounded by four of the large boxes. She knelt upon reaching an area that really didn’t look any different from any other spot in the warehouse. It wasn’t until she pushed a depression on one of the large metal boxes, which slid open to reveal a handprint scanner, that Tristin really began paying attention.
After Samantha placed her hand on the scanner, there was a moment of silence, then a slow, grinding noise echoed around them. Tristin peered down at the floor as it began to shift. A section of it moved inwards bef
ore the rectangular section shifted to the side at a sluggish pace to reveal a set of stairs.
“A secret staircase hidden in a warehouse, huh? Very secret agent of you,” Tristin complimented as Samantha, followed by Leon and Sif, walked down the stairs. The stairwell was well-lit, which was nice. Tristin didn’t want to trip down the stairs. He might be a big-time player who could convince any women (or almost any women) that he was the smoothest operator in the history of ever, but he was about as graceful as a ponderous panda trying to play on a swing set.
At the end of the stairs was a hallway with a sliding door at the end. Samantha, Leon, Sif, and then Tristin all passed through to the other side.
Tristin looked around, eyes wandering. Low ceiling. Cement walls and floor. It looked like they were in some kind of office space. There were a number of cubicles with people Tristin recognized as fellow intelligence agents sitting in them, typing away at what appeared to be very standard PCs. This place was a far cry from their old Headquarters, and not just in aesthetics. He sighed. At least the room was well lit.
“Not much to look at, is it?” Tristin couldn’t help but comment, much to Samantha’s consternation.
“Don’t complain,” Samantha said, a small vein pulsing on her forehead. “This place was never meant to be a true base of operations. It’s a fallback center in case of emergencies. Taking that into consideration, this place is better than what most organizations like our own would get.”
“Well, I guess that’s true,” Tristin admitted. He then gave the raven-haired woman a cheerful grin. “That’s my boss lady! Always prepared for every occasion.”
Samantha just rolled her eyes at him before turning her attention to Leon and Sif. “Why don’t you two head back to the barracks? Tristin and I have something we need to discuss.”
Tristin felt a chill run down his spine as Samantha looked at him. There was something highly disconcerting in her gaze, those fierce blue eyes that held within them all the warmth of a glacier. Oh yeah, he was in big trouble.
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