Lilith's Legacy

by Aubrey Ross

  He dragged his hips back, reveling in the clingy heat surrounding him. She gripped him, pulsing rhythmically. He thrust deep, then withdrew completely.

  “No!”

  He drilled her, pulling all the way out before thrusting back in. Over and over, he exaggerated their joining, ensuring that she felt every inch.

  She gasped each time he left her and whimpered when he filled her again.

  Power surged through his body. He wasn’t sure if it was the culmination of their desire or the Fruit of Life, but he couldn’t hold back. He pounded into her, each rapturous cry assuring him she felt it too.

  He ground his pelvis against hers. Her long legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him, while climax shook them both. He spilled his seed deep inside her body and her core throbbed, echoing his pleasure.

  Sated and slick with sweat, Lilith lay in Jetrel’s arms. Each time they shared Dark Splendor it was more spectacular than the last. She tried to keep her heart separate from the pleasure he unleashed within her body, but her defenses eroded with each passing night.

  His wicked smile called to her. The tenderness in his bright gaze challenged her to trust, to open herself body and soul.

  “Balam will convene the Council of Seven six days hence. Will you be ready by then?” Jetrel stroked her shoulder and teased the outer swell of her breast with featherlight touches.

  “I’ll have to be. This must be done in one fell swoop. The other clan leaders cannot have time to plot against me.”

  “Why is this so important to you?”

  “My father was the most formidable leader Cat Clan has ever known. After my mother died, he decided to mate with a lesser member of Serpent Clan. This opened him to ridicule. Too many leaders were mating outside their clans. Many members of Cat Clan wanted my father to mate again with one of his own kind.”

  “It’s common practice. Hybrid demons are often more powerful than pure clan demons. Sammael’s mixed blood gives him abilities I don’t have.”

  “Your mother is a good example of the trend. She first mated outside Shadow Clan, but when the clan wars began, she set aside Sammael’s father and mated with one of her own kind.”

  Jetrel propped himself up on his elbow, staring down into her face. “Mother set Forcas aside because he was a sadistic bastard. Sammael learned from the best.”

  “Perhaps, but hear me out. Forcas had mated outside the clan. That started the decline of his popularity. My father stayed true to Cat Clan when he chose my mother, giving him a political advantage over Forcas.”

  “But your mother died while birthing you.”

  “Correct. And Father accepted the talisman of an insignificant member of Serpent Clan. He saw it as the first step toward unification, but it was political suicide.”

  “His affection for the Serpent Clan female paved the way for Sammael to overthrow him.”

  “Exactly. Though Sammael was a hybrid, he was the son of Forcas, who had many loyal followers.”

  “I know all of this.” Jetrel lifted a lock of her long black hair and twisted it around his finger. “What I don’t understand is why you’re so determined to lead the clan yourself. Why not offer your support to one of the Alpha males already plotting an usurpation?”

  “Because I’m my father’s daughter. I’m the rightful heir to Cat Clan, and I want to finish what he began.”

  “Uniting the clans.”

  He was silent for a moment. Lilith watched his expression change from bland interest to intense speculation and smiled. It would serve her purpose better if he were the leader of Shadow Clan, but her heart had made its decision long ago.

  “The council meeting could get ugly. Are you prepared to follow through with this? They will exploit any hesitation.”

  “I know and I am ready.” She paused. “How will you react when I demand their subjugation?”

  “Our courtship will not protect you from the Council of Seven. If you refuse their sexual tribute, it will be seen as weakness.”

  “That didn’t answer my question. I’m prepared to accept their sexual tribute, but how will you react?”

  It took a long time for him to answer. “I will support you in any way I can.”

  Chapter Eight

  “Oh, it’s glorious! I should have let you talk me into this long ago.”

  Lilith smiled at her handmaiden’s excitement. Sunlight revealed golden highlights in Byleth’s long, dark hair. Her gaze gleamed like polished amber as she looked around in wonder.

  They had emerged from the river in a wooded glen. The changes in their surroundings surprised Lilith. The ground was hard. Weeds now hindered the growth of plants, stealing precious nutrients from the soil. Dark clouds hovered on the horizon. Still everything about the Light fascinated Lilith.

  “Time passes differently here than in the Realm of Darkness. When I visited a few days ago, Adam and his mate had already aged several decades. Their sons should be ripe for defilement by now.”

  “Does Jetrel know we’re here?”

  “Jetrel and I don’t talk about my plans for the mortals. He doesn’t understand my resentment. Balam, however, is more than happy to assist in my endeavors. He hates the mortals even more than I.”

  “Why do you hate the mortals so much?”

  Lilith crossed her arms over her chest and considered the question for a moment. She could blame it on Adam’s rejection, but that hadn’t really bothered her that much. The conflict was fundamental, elemental and inevitable. “They are of the Light and we are of the Darkness. They are human, we are demons. It is our job to torment them.”

  Byleth accepted the explanation with a carefree shrug. “What do you want me to do?”

  Taking Byleth by the hand, Lilith led her through the trees. “Cain is firstborn. The younger one’s name is Abel. We are going to play with Cain.”

  Byleth laughed. “I like the sound of that. I’ve never defiled a human before.”

  “It’s not as entertaining as you might think, so don’t get your hopes up. They lack the force and stamina we demons require for true satisfaction. But it’s entertaining to watch them try.” At the crest of a hill Lilith crouched, pulling Byleth down beside her. “There he is. Cain tends the fields while his brother cares for the animals. We’re going to use this difference against him. Follow my lead.”

  She stood and shifted her gown forward. The rounded neckline dipped low, exposing the upper swell of her breasts. Byleth did the same.

  Lilith studied the scene below. A tall, young man knelt beside a wide basket, arranging vegetables and fruits in an appealing display. Naked to the waist, his torso gleamed golden in the sunlight.

  They hurried down the slope and sneaked up behind the human.

  “What are you doing?” Lilith asked, keeping her voice gentle, purring.

  Cain started, an oblong gourd falling from his hand. Still on his knees he pivoted to face them. “Where did you come from?”

  Lilith cocked her head. Adam’s son looked very much like his father, all golden skin and innocent eyes. “Very far away. What do you have there?”

  “The best of my crop. I’m preparing an offering for the Creator.”

  “You give the Creator the very best of your crops?” Byleth smiled prettily, moving closer to the kneeling man. “This must please Him very much.”

  “He has instructed us to offer animal sacrifices, but I tend the fields. I want to honor Him with the fruits of my labor.”

  “And magnificent fruits they are. It seems cruel that animals must die for your God to be honored.” Lilith glanced at Byleth to make sure her servant understood the importance of what she was about to say. “We don’t even kill animals to survive. We believe that all life is precious.”

  “You eat the flesh of animals?” Byleth shuddered, her breasts quivering beneath her thin dress.

  Lilith grinned. Good girl. She had followed right on cue.

  “I couldn’t live with myself if some poor animal had to die to sustain me. Pl
ants offer their generous bounty. There is no reason for one animal to die so that another might live.”

  Cain rose to his feet, brushing off his knees and staring at Byleth curiously. His golden gaze moved from her face to her breasts, then quickly returned to her face. “You have never eaten the flesh of animals?”

  “Of course not. With all of this at your disposal,” she motioned to the field behind them, “why would you need to harm another creature? It’s barbaric!”

  “Where have you come from?” he asked again, more forcefully this time. “My father whispers of a temptress, a creature of deception and lust. He has warned my brother and me to be wary of such as she.”

  “Oh, has he now?” Familiar resentments surged within Lilith. She had come to the Light seeking refuge and comfort and received ridicule and rejection instead. She might have instigated their interaction, but Adam was hardly a victim. “Does your mother know of this temptress?”

  He shook his head. “Father never speaks of her in front of Mother.”

  “I see. Do you believe we are creatures of deception and lust?”

  He rubbed his chin and scrunched up his eyebrows. “You are both very…” His gaze rested on Byleth. “Beautiful.”

  “Do you have a mate, young Cain?” Lilith asked.

  “Not yet. Father has promised that one will be provided for me, but the Creator has yet to reveal His plan.”

  Lilith smiled, moving behind her handmaiden. “This is Byleth.” Lilith slipped the wide straps of Byleth’s dress down her arms. The front panel sagged, revealing her breasts little by little. Lilith stopped just before Byleth’s nipples came into view.

  Cain’s gaze fixed hungrily on the swelling curves and shadowy secrets still concealed. “I should go.” He licked his lips but his feet remained rooted in place.

  Byleth shimmied and the dress swished down her body, pooling at her ankles. “You should stay.”

  “She’s yours, Cain. Mate with her. Do whatever you like. She will let you. She will teach you if you’re not sure what to do.”

  “I know what to do,” he said firmly. “But why are you giving her to me? What do you want in return?”

  “Only to watch.” Lilith moved back toward the hill. “Pretend I’m not here.”

  “It will give you pleasure to watch me cover her?”

  Lilith didn’t respond. Byleth was already busy stripping Cain’s garment from around his hips. He groaned and Lilith chuckled. Humans were so easy!

  A copse of trees crowned one side of the hill. Lilith moved into their shade and turned to watch the show. Byleth eagerly stroked Cain’s cock. His features contorted with a mixture of fear and wonder. Reaching out a tentative hand, he cupped Byleth’s breast.

  Desire melted Lilith’s core, making her breasts tighten and her nipples tingle. She leaned against a tree trunk and slipped her hand under her dress. Her pussy folds were moist and swollen. With a throaty murmur, Lilith slid three fingers into her slit. She spread herself with two and used the middle to rub her clit.

  Cain bent over Byleth, sucking eagerly on her nipples. She stroked his cock, firmly, quickly. He isn’t going to last long if you keep that up. Lilith sent the thought directly to Byleth’s mind and her hand slowed, finally releasing him.

  Suck him just enough to make him wild, then make him eat you until you come at least twice.

  Byleth dropped to her knees and licked the head of Cain’s cock. His eyes widened comically. He held Byleth’s face between his hands as she sucked him deeply into her mouth.

  Now! Pull back.

  He cried out, staggering so badly he nearly lost his balance as Byleth abruptly released his cock. Bracing his hands on his knees, he stood panting as the handmaiden reclined in the grass. She spread her legs wide, beckoning to him. Lilith couldn’t hear their exact words but she could easily imagine the conversation.

  Cain knelt between Byleth’s legs and reverently stroked her pussy. Lilith smiled. Deep spasms of pleasure rippled through her cunt. Watching didn’t usually stimulate her this powerfully. She circled her clit, amazed at how swollen and sensitive it had become.

  Can I help with that?

  Jetrel’s silky voice sounded within her head a moment before he insinuated his body between her back and the tree. His warm fingers covered her hand and he cupped her aching breast.

  “Are you having fun?” he whispered into her ear. “It feels like you’re enjoying yourself.”

  His fingers moved against hers, controlling her hand while she masturbated. Lilith trembled. It was even more erotic than if his fingers alone caressed her. She could feel her softness and heat as well as the pleasure they created.

  “Is that Adam’s son?”

  She could only nod. He continued to rub her fingers against her clit.

  “Kneel down. I want to be inside you.”

  Happy to oblige, Lilith knelt and leaned forward. Jetrel thrust into her completely, in one forceful lunge. She barely bit back a scream. His thick cock filled her so full she whimpered.

  “He can’t see me. So be quiet. If the human looks up here, he’ll think you’ve lost your mind.”

  His fingers strummed her clit while his thick shaft slid in and out of her aching passage.

  Below them, Cain fingered Byleth. He licked her with unskilled enthusiasm, his fingers keeping up a steady rhythm in her core. She arched and cried out. He started to lift his head, but she grabbed his hair and pushed his face back to her sex.

  “Just your mouth this time,” she ordered, her voice carrying to Lilith and Jetrel. “Fuck me with your tongue.”

  She lifted her legs to his shoulders and arched her hips. Lilith could no longer see what he was doing, but Byleth was obviously enjoying herself.

  Jetrel caught Lilith’s clit between his fingers and pinched, slowly increasing the pressure until she moaned. Her hot core squeezed him like a velvet fist. He pumped faster, thrust deeper.

  Each time he found her in the Light it made him wild with jealousy. At least she’d only been watching this time. If he ever caught her defiling another mortal with her own body, he wasn’t sure what he’d do.

  Possessive passion drove him on. He slipped his hand between their bodies and coated his thumb in her cream. The mortal was eating Byleth’s pussy like his life depended on it. Jetrel circled Lilith’s puckered anus with his cream-slick thumb.

  Lilith wiggled away, but Jetrel wasn’t deterred. She always protested anal play, but her body responded eagerly. He knew Sammael had taken her roughly, ensuring she felt only pain. Jatrel was determined to show her that anything he did with, or to, her would not hurt.

  Burying his cock completely in her pussy, Jetrel pushed firmly until her body accepted his thumb. Her inner muscles erupted in wild spasms and he grinned. Oh yeah, she liked it. He just had to be patient and give her time.

  He only moved his thumb, letting the sensual slide accent how tightly she stretched around his aching cock.

  Byleth cried out again and Jetrel glanced down the hill. Cain ignored the handmaiden’s protests this time and thrust himself into her body. He kept her legs over his shoulders and fucked her fast and hard.

  Jetrel teased Lilith with his gentleness, sliding his thumb in as he pulled his cock out. He reversed direction, but kept the same torturous pace.

  “Please!” Lilith clawed the grass.

  Finally, Jetrel’s demanding need drove him beyond the brink. He thrust deep, using his thumb and his cock in alternating penetrations. Lilith braced against the ground, her keening cries muffled in her tangled hair.

  She bucked sharply, the rhythmic pulsations of her inner muscles shattering Jetrel’s control. He drove inward with his cock and his thumb, and came in long, stuttering spurts.

  Lilith didn’t want to move. Peaceful lethargy spread through her, making her lazy…and content. She wanted to curl up on her side, Jetrel’s body still buried deep inside her, and go to sleep. But Byleth and Cain had finished. Lilith needed to enact the final phase of her
plan.

  Don’t let me stop you. Hell knows it would be pointless to try.

  Whimpering softly, she felt Jetrel release his corporeal form, disintegrating the fullness inside her.

  He might be invisible, but he’d be watching and listening.

  She stood and straightened her gown, reveling in the erotic slide of her moist inner thighs.

  Would you like me to lick you clean before you go down there? I’d be happy to oblige.

  She ignored the telepathic taunt and walked down the slope.

  Cain had just pulled out of Byleth. His fingers stroked her come-slick folds, his fascination obvious.

  “Lick your fingers,” Lilith suggested with a challenging smirk. “Then you’ll really know what passion tastes like.”

  He scrambled away from Byleth, wiping his hand on the grass. “You are her, aren’t you? You’re the one my father warned me about.”

  “Perhaps. Did you not enjoy fucking Byleth? I think you did better than your father. He didn’t even make me come.”

  “What do you want with me?” He snatched his garment off the ground and covered his nakedness.

  “I want you to feel special. I want you to have something Abel will never understand. Everyone wants to feel special. Now you share a bond with your father. Something even Abel can’t take away.”

  “Abel can take nothing from me. I am firstborn.”

  “But he’s the favorite, isn’t he? Your father trusts him with the flocks while you’re stuck digging in the dirt.”

  “I choose to tend the land. Why are you trying to cast doubt upon my brother?”

  Lilith laughed. “I watched your father play with you and Abel while you were still children. I thought I saw a certain tenderness in Adam’s gaze when he looked at his younger son. Apparently I was mistaken.”

  “Apparently,” Cain insisted, but doubt crept into his gaze.

  She held out her hand toward Byleth. “Let’s go. Our work here is finished.”