Chapter 3
The pale woman’s steps rustled gently as she made her way through a thick forest. She had a bored expression as she eyed the bright blue sky peeking out from in between the overarching canopies. The verdant atmosphere strained her eyes and she actively resisted the sickly sweet smell of sap that filled her nostrils so readily. She continued to march past large trees and move branches out of her path. As she continued, somehow the forest became more and more sparse, as if the trees themselves were parting just for her. Trees looked more barren and thinly, but towering higher and higher as she proceeded.
She breathed out hard through her nose in irritation, not looking forward to continuing on. Soon the vivid greens of the forest began to degrade in their leafy radiance, the trees becoming paler and older. The soft rustling of the underbrush turned to harsh crunching, and the woman was forced to watch her step to avoid what seemed like petrified, gnarled roots underfoot. Soon a light fog sifted underfoot, and the air became heavy and moist. The blue sky dulled into a saddening grey and the smell of sickly sap quickly morphed into that of burnt plastic. As she continued the forest opened up, the trees became thinner and thinner and the fog thicker and thicker.
She squinted ahead as she could finally make out silhouettes in the distance as the forest seemed to fully clear out in the field in front of her. She swiftly swatted her arm in front of her, and the fog tore apart at her command with a sharp howl, revealing a group of women, each equally as pale as the new arrival. Each was garbed in different manners of dark-shaded robes, some plain and tattered, others outfitted with jewels, furs, and feathers. Some outfits were fashionably modern, their dresses lined with sharp and boxy features. Others preferred simpler robes and dresses with earthy tones without much accessorization. They were gathered around a table, some standing, some sitting, some leaning. The table was made of more thin, gnarled, and twisted tree roots, white as bone. It seemed as if it was growing out of the earth, forming into a rugged, ovular tabletop. The seats followed the same theme, each sprouting evenly from around the table. The new arrival kept firm with a stern expression.
The ladies eyed the pale woman as she approached. They pressed her with a variety of leering and glaring, but she paid no heed. She marched towards the table, her fierce expression unwavering.
One particularly large lady finally spoke up towards her. “How good of you to join us, Lilith.” she sneered with annoyance. The lady sat at the longer end of the oval table, her hands folded in front of her, elbows on the table. She was older than the others, her eyes beady and sharp, and her nose jutted out of her face like a thin dagger. She wore dark violet lipstick which darkened her grim frown and her equally dark eyeliner made her killer gaze seem ever so piercing. She wore an ornate, old-fashioned black dress decorated with silver skulls around her collar which was adorned with large, black feathers fanning out around her neckline. Her face, twisted and leathery with a cascade of deep wrinkles, was made even more dour as it was heavily shaded by the large brim of an enormous cocktail hat, tilted upon her head.
“Wouldn’t miss one of these meetings for the world.” Lilith jabbed back sarcastically. The council before her gasped and whispered to themselves, some retorting back with “Watch your tongue,” or “Know your place.” Lilith was unphased.
The large lady continued her intense frown. She unfolded her hands and held one out. Suddenly, three pieces of parchment manifested in her hand out of purple flames flaring out with a quick, sharp hiss. “Three tickets, Lilith.” She grasped the tickets tightly in a fat, wrinkly fist. “Three demon tickets came in while you were on your excursion.”
“Your little trips around town are spreading us thin!” one other thin, old lady screeched out, spitting out between her words, “As if we were not spread thin enough, Mother Maura is now working herself to the bone making up for your constant absences!”
“And?” Lilith replied. “That’s what Beatrice was for, I thought she was your little all-star demon hunter.”
“That is not how our coven operates!” bellowed Mother Maura, pointing at Lilith with a stern finger. “You said that you wanted to hunt demons, and yet you are out frolicking about, doing god-knows-what.”
Another lady chimed in with a hoarse cough, “Unknowingly putting our coven at risk of unveiling ourselves to all of human society.”
Suddenly the fog behind the large woman opened up in a small section. Out walked a woman, half a head taller than Lilith. Her light, blond hair shone brightly through the dank atmosphere as she strode towards the table with a confident swagger. She wore a dark blue, one-piece dress with a short, frilly skirt that flapped to and fro as she marched forward. On her head was an equally blue, wide brim hat with a leather-clad band fastened with a silver buckle. The conical crown swirled into the air and spiraled at the end to a sharp point. When she got near enough to catch sight of Lilith, her jaw dropped and she speedily took off her sunglasses, revealing her cartoonishly large, deep-blue doe eyes. She bounced as she strode forth, her large breasts jiggling under her dress which was tightened by a blue ribbon at the waist.
“Oh, my, gosh.” she blurted out. “Is that Lilith?”
“Beatrice.” Lilith greeted back nonchalantly, but behind her expressionless facade, she was seething with rage at the sight of the bubbly young woman.
“Lily-y-y-y-y!” she screeched as she stomped around the table readying a hug that would likely not be fully reciprocated. Lilith hated Beatrice for her personality, but what Lilith hated more were the two enormous things that were bouncing with her. Beatrice’s chest erupted into a storm of energetic bouncing as she stomped towards Lilith. She squeezed Lilith in her arms as she suffocated in her pillowy bosom. Lilith squirmed to get out of Beatrice’s tight grip, but she was surprisingly strong.
“Enough!” Maura commanded. “Beatrice, tell Lilith what you’ve done today.”
“Omigosh, you wouldn’t believe!” Beatrice bubbled out. “Three whole tickets, Lily-”
“My name’s Lilith,” she objected with a low groan, only to fall on deaf ears as Beatrice continued.
” -and I took down all three demons in just two hours. Actually, I guess I was kinda cheating ‘cuz two of them were partners tryin’ to rob a convenience store-”
“Sounds really great, Beatrice.”
“But the third one was that serial killer that was on the news like a month ago- remember there was that whole thing with the mom and her son on the news and then there was this whole big crowd-funded funeral from the internet and then that guy’s grandpa gave that funny speech but then someone on the internet made it into a meme with those big white captions and stuff, but then everyone on the Twitter realized that it was from a funeral and then that guy got canceled but then that canceled guy apologized and then-”
“Okay, dear, that’s good, please take a seat,” Maura asked softly.
“Why didn’t you stop her earlier?” another lady suddenly chirped up.
Maura snapped back to the matter at hand. “A great job, indeed Beatrice.” she grinned a proud, yet still devilish smile at Beatrice who took her seat on a gnarled chair, she shined a bright smile back. Maura’s face melted right back into disappointment as she turned her head to Lilith. “Now why don’t you tell me what you’ve been up to.”
“Work,” Lilith stated.
“What work?”
“Important work.” Lilith fired back without remorse.
“Who assigned this work to you?”
“I did.” Her confident composure did not fail.
Maura was not amused. She sighed and looked around, pausing for a moment. Finally, she spoke again. “Everybody back to your caves and homes and nests.”
“Is Lilith in trouble?” Beatrice chirped out innocently.
“This is a private concern now,” Beatrice replied.
“She should be excommunicated now, we can’t afford all of these mishaps,” another witch creaked out with a raspy tone.
“I alone will decide how we shall proceed in this matter,” Maura stated, sternly.
“But I don’t live in a cave or home or nest, I live in a-”
“Please go home,” Maura retorted, louder.
Another lady complained out “But we haven’t even had tea, yet, I brought the whole set that Bertha wanted and-”
“Out!” Maura barked an order that sounded like the crack of thunder. The rest of the women, including Beatrice, one by one quickly dissolved into a flash of violet flames, teleporting away. Maura faced Lilith alone.
“You were out collecting again, weren’t you.”
Lilith sneered at Maura.
Maura shook her head. “I had Beatrice on a fourth assignment: to follow you. Did you notice?”
“No.”
“That’s because she’s a talented witch, unlike you.”
That struck Lilith, who crossed her arms but balled up a tight fist beneath her elbow. She grits her teeth in anger but couldn’t say anything back. Maura pointed a finger at Lilith once more and stuck her head out. She spoke her next words slowly and with a low, menacing growl.
“We cannot go back. We cannot go back to the dark ways. We are not crones seducing men to consume their seed in the pursuit of immortality-”
“It’s not for that.”
“Then what? Do you enjoy sucking men off in toilet stalls? Mating with them in custodians’ closets? How about tugging them off at bus stations? Hmm?”
Lilith breathed in the air, hard through her nose in an attempt to reel back her burning anger.
Maura tilted her nose up at Lilith and smiled menacingly once more. Her sudden change in demeanor as her leathery wrinkles wriggled and morphed was enough to finally pierce Lilith’s stone-like resolve, causing her to reel back a step. “I know what this is. Ramblings from your mother, is it?”
Lilith’s brow began to furrow with anger and her nostrils flared, the word “mother” striking a chord in her heart. Maura’s pretentious tone loudly echoed within her head and caused a surge of burning hatred to well up in her chest.
“Talk of a descendant, whose seed has the power to create a potion of ultimate power- who hasn’t heard these… these myths and legends. The descendant of the ultimate wizard, is it?” Maura gave out a wheezy laugh. “Stories for the disillusioned, stories designed to take Good Witches like us off the path of righteousness.”
Lilith’s eyes narrowed in hostility. “He’s out there… it’s true,” she hissed out. However, her confidence wavered in the face of Maura’s patronizing demeanor.
“And this is what you do?” Maura burst out with a cynical smile. “You’ll extract the seed from every man on Earth until you find the right one?”
“That’s not-” Lilith started to explain, but Maura would not hear it. Even Lilith, with her actions being told back to her, was beginning to falter in her resolve for her own plan.
“Do not be like your mother: she went against the coven’s rules and now she’s six feet in the ground-”
At the mention of her mother, Lilith’s fists tightened even harder. Soon, small sparks of blue electricity danced around her hands, the strands of energy sending out sharp static whines into the area, the sounds were picked up by Maura.
“Do you wish to strike me down, child?” Maura frowned.
“You’re tempting me.” Lilith threatened.
Maura opened her mouth to let loose more words of degradation, but she stopped herself as she observed tears beginning to well up in Lilith’s eyes. Her haughty expression began to soften into seriousness.
“Fine, child. Perhaps I was too harsh.” Lilith wiped away her tears as her bottom lip quivered, but her eyes still pressed Maura with rage.
“Lilith.” Maura calmly continued. “Take up these tickets. Train. There is no easy way out with magical shortcuts and fanciful potions.” She gazed into Lilith’s dark eyes, pleading with her. “You have one job. These tickets come up. You go kill demons. And eventually, our coven will be accepted into the Higher Domain.”
“And you don’t think this… Higher Domain is a myth or a legend?” Lilith retorted accusingly.
Maura’s eyes drooped from pity and back into anger. But she slowly closed her eyes and rubbed her temple with one of her fingers, calming herself from another outburst.
“I am hundreds of years old, child. I have seen things- heard things- felt things that you will probably never feel in your lifetime- do not tell me what you know of myths and legends.”
The words buzzed inside Lilith’s head. They caused waves of anger to plunge down her spine, sparks of madness shot into her bones. She wanted to do nothing more than to just scream. Instead, she bit her bottom lip in frustration and quickly pivoted and marched back into the dense fog behind her without another word.
“Lilith!” Maura called out but to no avail.
Hours later, Lilith sat at a cafe table in the mid-afternoon. After her stressful day, the cool, still, air-conditioned cafe made her feel at ease. Lilith sat in a booth in the corner. She had a laptop opened up before her and she was clacking away at the keys, sometimes nipping at her nails in contemplation. She had a document open on the screen, which had many pictures of mens’ social media profile pictures pasted all over it. All sorts of color-coded lines, dashed, zig-zagged, dotted, solid, were connecting each picture to another one, with small factoids and notes written near each entry. She opened up all sorts of popular social media sites, even some of the older, obscure ones, comparing her document to other profiles. Occasionally she would shake her head and start searching for locations, last names, parent’s names, pet names, any straw she could grasp at. She drew a line from one man’s profile and scrolled up very far. The document was tall, and towards the top, the social media profiles turned into scanned newspaper clippings, obituaries, various documents, and even old-style portraits. All the while the words of Mother Maura echoed in her head.
Lilith, unable to concentrate, buried her head in her hands and groaned.
“Cunt.” Lilith quietly murmured to herself within her fingers. “Cunty cunty, cunt cunt.” She sat back in her seat and groaned, not caring who heard her. Lilith laid her head on the backrest and looked up at the cafe’s ceiling. She breathed in, deeply, in an attempt to relax. She then held her hand out and cusped it. Suddenly a small flash of flame sparked in her palm, and a locket appeared in its place. With her thumb, she flicked open a small latch on the side, swinging the locket open and revealing a picture of a woman. She had the same dark eyes, pale skin, and jet-black hair as Lilith. She wore a calmed expression with a small, pleasant smile. Lilith sighed out as she looked at the photo. “I know you’re right. I know you told me not to try stuff like this, but it’s the only way.”
She suddenly shot up as she heard her phone buzz. “I swear to god if it’s Beatrice-” she cursed. But Lilith’s eyes shot wider as she recognized a name on the phone that made her fall silent. She squinted in confusion at the screen before hastily gathering her things into her bag and swiftly moving out of the cafe.
She made her way to a bench outside of a large hotel on a busy city street. Lilith would often pass this place on her excursions. It was a modest place, clean brick-work with a gothic feel, but the passing of cars and the smell of gasoline and vomit all over the place ruined the cozy atmosphere for Lilith. She wished she could have seen it at night when it was calmer and the street lamps would illuminate the way. She sat down at the bench and waited.
A man talking loudly on the phone walked past. She heard sudden shouting as she saw a woman across the street yelling at a store owner as the owner yelled bacon threatening to call the cops. A tired mother pushing a stroller rolled past without a hint of love in her eyes for the screeching toddler in it. Another woman that reminded Lilith of Beatrice bounced down the street with a small pomeranian that dashed at her as it made its way past her bench but was quickly reeled back by its short leash, yapping at Lilith all the while.
“Lonely?” A tall man wearing a long brown trench coat suddenly approached Lilith. He had sharp eyes, and a chiseled jaw covered by a five-o’-clock shadow. She turned and her expression immediately turned to disgust.
“Vincent.” she greeted sternly. “You have some nerve texting me.”
“Nice to see you again, too, lovely.” Vincent smiled at her with a wide, devilish half-grin.
“What do you want? I paid you for your last tip,” she said accusingly, shooting up from the bench.
“Not about that, hon.” Vincent’s grin was unwavering as Lilith glared straight into his eyes. He popped a cigarette from his jacket pocket and stuck it in the side of his mouth. “Gimme a light.”
“I don’t carry lighters.”
“Ah- ‘cuz you don’t need to, eh?”
“Not out in public.”
“Oh, but there’s a lot you do out in public these days.”
Lilith’s glared harder at him. “What are you here to do, rat me out? My coven is already following me around.”
“Come on, light it,” he urged.
Lilith’s face squinted in confusion. “Why are you so-”
“I think it’s cool. Oh, man, I remember the first time I saw it. Mind. Blowing. Do it the way you did it the first time,” he beamed as he remembered.
“Listen, I don’t have time for your stupid games.”
“Games? This a game?” Vincent opened his jacket a bit. Lilith, confused, peered inside. She was stunned.
“You… have it?”
“Light my cigarette.”
Lilith’s nostrils flared up with annoyance. She just snapped her fingers at one end of Vincent’s cigarette and it burned to life with a quick spark of flames. Vincent gave out a low, hearty laugh.
“Let’s go inside.” He suddenly marched towards the hotel.
“This is a bad idea, Lilith,” she quietly told herself. She sighed and tailed after Vincent into the hotel.
Vincent’s room was basic but cozy. It had a queen-sized bed and a small flat-screen TV at the other end of the room along with a sizable bathroom, large vanity to the side of the bed, and even a stove. None of those fancy mini-fridges that Lilith had read about in books, though.
He sat down at a cushioned armchair near the bed as he sighed out in relief.
“Been a long day for both of us, huh?”
Lilith rolled her eyes. “Show it to me.”
“Hmm..” Vincent put his fingers on his chin and tapped, humming in thought with a feigned quizzical look.
“Show it!” Lilith demanded once more.
“Okay.” Vincent reached into his jacket, but quickly stuck his hand back out and produced nothing.
“Vincent,” Lilith warned.
Vincent instead reached over to the nightstand and opened a drawer. From it, he presented to Lilith a little black dress on a hanger. “Tuh-dah!” he teased.
“What the fuck is this?” she complained.
“Wear it,” he commanded with a grin.
“I am not your little plaything, Vincent,” Lilith warned again, clenching her fists at her sides. Her eyes began to glow a bright violet.
“Woah, woah, hon, let’s take things easy.” Vincent put his hands up with a smirk. “Just put it on…” Vincent side-eyed the dress, curious to see if this would work. “…and we can get to business.”
Lilith looked at the dress. She sighed and shook her head as she walked over to pick it up for a closer inspection. “Very sentimental, ” she commented. “This looks like what I wore to our first date.”
Vincent shook his head yes with a blank expression.
Lilith looked at the dress, then back at him, then back to the dress. Lilith rolled her eyes and waved her finger at the dress, which instantly turned into dust with a quiet fizzle.
“Hey, I asked for one thing-” Vincent asserted with aloofness, but suddenly Lilith pointed to herself. In a sudden flash, purple flames surrounding her body, and in a single instant, her clothes were replaced with a skin-tight, silky, black dress. Vincent smiled wide, but not too wide, holding back his utter giddiness. He eyed her up and down. The tight silk hugged her thin figure and outlined her toned stomach, displaying a trim, sexy hourglass shape. It shaped nicely around her wide hips and perky breasts. It was short in length, the skirt ends tightly hugging around the middle of her thighs, revealing their milky, muscular form and presenting her thin yet strong legs. The straps were thin and the dress was low cut enough to display her subtle cleavage.
Vincent gave a corny thumbs up which Lilith again rolled her eyes. He smirked out a half-smile and began to take a folded paper out from his jacket pocket. He quaintly unfolded the small parchment and presented it before him. It was a rough material, almost like cloth, old and dusty, toned brown from age. Lilith hurriedly walked forward and squinted at the paper: on it was a detailed drawing of a twisted, wooden wand. On either side, towards the tip of the wand, a jagged fang curled towards the top, meeting the other at a sharp point. Between the fang tips was a drawing of a light-blue ball of energy, with circular waves emanating from it. Along the wand were notes written in a different language, all with reference lines pointing at various places at the wand.
“My schematics,” Lilith stated with an assured smile.
“Your schematics?” Vincent chuckled. “Really optimistic.” Lilith jutted her jaw to the side in annoyance, her smile fading.
“You owe me this, I-”
“As far as my count goes, we’re dead even now, hon.” Vincent chided. “I’ve compensated you in tips for each and every demon part you’ve brought me.”
“And each of your tips- dead end.”
“Dead ends don’t lead you here,” he smirked slyly. “You’ve moved around so much before, yet you’ve seemed to plant your roots here for quite a few months… you’re onto something.” Vincent shook his finger at Lilith.
“Stalker.” she accused.
“Stalking you is a pleasure.” he chuckled back, looking up and down her curvy figure. “Plus- it’s my job: Justicars preserve the peace, contain magical disasters-” he points at Lilith, as she leers back at him, insulted. “-and, uh, of course…” he waves the schematic around. “…Research and development.”
“Why do you need me, then? Why not research and develop it yourself, big shot?”
“Because none of us can read this crone-scratch, nor do we have access to these exotic materials,” he said insultingly, squinting at the paper.
“It’s called High-Runic.” Lilith shakes her head at his ignorance.
“See, we’re already researching and developing.”
“So what do you want for it, more demon parts?”
“Please- you haven’t hunted a demon in weeks, maybe months.” he teased. “It’s simple, we want you to make it-”
“Simple, most of these materials can be found with my coven.” She marched forward to grab the paper.
“Oh, no, no,” Vincent warned, snatching the paper away. “This comes with warnings.”
“Great.”
“This is no toy.” his tone hardened. “This is a Class-S magical device- incredibly threatening to not only the world of magic but also the world of humans. If this falls into the wrong hands… likely demon hands, or even worse- human hands… that could spell the end of your little cult.”
“Aw, I’m glad you care.” Lilith sneered sarcastically. “And I thought it was just a stupid spell-trace tracker.”
“Just a stupid spell-trace tracker.” Vincent mimicked in a high-pitched voice.
Lilith sighs. “Is that supposed to be me?”
“Yeah, it’s supposed to be a careless little witch.”
“I am not careless-”
“Uh, no, the fact that I’m here right now, tells us that you actually really are.”
Lilith continues to press her intense glare, crossing her arms in defiance.
Vincent holds up the parchment again. “They don’t just make these at your nearest magical convenience store, okay? You wanna know where I pulled these schematics from?”
Lilith’s brows furrowed with confusion, but her eyes perked up with curiosity.
“Last week, we raided some dark witches that were hanging out at the ruins of an ancient library. They were holed up there with all manner of illegal…” he waved his hands around looking for the words. “…shit.”
Lilith squinted her eyes. “…and you saw this, and thought of giving this to me so I can find the descendant.”
“Well, as much as I don’t want to admit it… right now, you are probably the best thing between us and them.” Vincent’s tone softened.
Lilith smirked sarcastically. “Great. I’ll tell Beatrice and Maura that, they’ll be ecstatic.”
“No, Lilith. I mean you.”
Lilith raised her eyebrows as her careless expression turned to surprise. But her brows quickly slanted back into frustration. “Your damn flirting-”
“That’s no flirt- I can do way better than that when it comes to flirting.”
Lilith crossed her arms, waiting to hear Vincent’s words, bracing for whatever tricky phrasing may leave his mouth.
“Let me tell you something, Lilith. Your little group of magical freedom fighters, kicking demon ass day and night: fine and dandy. But the people that get the real work done are the ones that go against the grain.” Vincent points at Lilith again. “And that’s you.”
Lilith did her best not to smile and sound sarcastic. “Thanks.”
“And don’t get me wrong, Lilith. I’m sure your mother would be proud.”
“Don’t even go there-”
“Fine,” Vincent waved his arms out to ward away his sentiments. “But you have to know. There’s something big going down. Dark witch activity, demon activity, magical anomalies, all manner of crazy shit: it’s at an all-time high. And we’re still spinning our wheels at ‘business-as-usual’. B.A.U.”
Lilith breathed in with a half-frown. “And your colleagues-”
“Don’t know I’m here. They are at HQ, mapping out dimensional rift waves, tracking down vampires, werewolves, succubi, what-have-you. Ignoring the big-guns ‘cuz they’re too afraid to put any triggers.”
“The coven’s no different.”
“Exactly. People don’t want to take risks to get shit done. But I’m here because I believe in you.”
Lilith finally loosened out a genuine, warm, but small, smile.
Vincent walked over and handed the parchment to Lilith. She took it, held it up and it vanished into dust.
“You gotta be careful with that whole dust-spell thing, ‘cuz that looks like you just turned that shit into dust,” he joked. Lilith shook her head, trying not to smile. “You’re gonna freak some people out with-”
“Thanks, Vincent,” she replied quietly. “Kinda needed a pep-talk today.”
“That’s why I’m here, kinda,” he replied with a chuckle. Vincent put his hand out for a handshake. Lilith accepted it as she firmly clasped her hand within his.
“Good business,” Lilith said with a half-smile. Vincent looked into her soft, dark eyes once more. This time his gaze was fixed. His smirk faded, but his eyes started to brighten as old memories filled his mind. His eyelids lowered, displaying a gentle calmness that put Lilith at ease as it contrasted against his usual vivid demeanor.
Lilith gazed back, though with some reluctance as the same memories resurfaced in her. But she could not help but go back to the days they had spent together. She also looked at Vincent, feeling his strength from just his grip, suddenly remembering the heavy musky scent of his body after a long night. She could feel a hint of his familiar aroma pass through her nostrils. Her heart began to beat faster, as did Vincent’s as he now felt her delicate fingers within his own. Vincent eyed Lilith deeper, the warmth filling his chest as he looked into her deep, black pupils and delicate, full lips.
Vincent suddenly jerked Lilith’s arm towards him, causing Lilith’s thin frame to easily fall towards him. He caught her with his right hand on her waist. Her body was pressed up against him, her head on his chest. She looked up at Vincent. His eyes, wild with lust, circled her face. His hand made its way up the silk dress, up to Lilith’s torso. She could feel his member begin to grow as her lower body was compressed against his crotch. Lilith felt it as well, her heart beating faster and her breathing now hard and quick, the hardness pushing into her. Vincent let all of his inhibitions go as he could feel the blood rush down to his dick, slowly but firmly rubbing against Lilith as it grew. He let go of Lilith’s hand and gently rode it up against the back of her head, sifting through her dark hair. He moved forward and pressed his lips against hers, closing his eyes as he again was able to fill himself with her floral scent. Lilith let out a soft whimper as his lips made contact, but as his earthy musk filled her nose in turn, her body warmed up with a lustful flare that pulsed down, all the way to her toes, causing her toes to curl up with delight.
She accepted the kiss as she now suckled his upper lip, her arms wrapping tightly against his torso, and in turn, Vincent thrust his tongue into Lilith’s mouth. She wrapped her tongue over his, and he let his wrestle underneath. He passionately suckled at her mouth, allowing his tongue to explore her, slipping it over hers, causing Lilith to lightly moan as his tongue-tip tickled against the roof of her mouth. His hand made its way from her torso and now firmly grabbed her ass, Vincent’s passionate kissing becoming more animalistic, his breathing hot and wild, his grip on her tightening, his hips beginning to undulate against her, allowing his hard-on to grind against her through his pants. He filled his hand with her firm glute and massaged it thoroughly. Lilith released her hand from under Vincent’s arm and rode her dress up to allow his hand to feel her toned flesh. He used his hand, in turn, to ride her dress further up to her panties and Lilith answered by shooting her arms toward his belt, rapidly undoing it as their making out grew more intense.
Vincent let go of Lilith to assist, completely unwrapping his belt as she bent down, dropping his pants and boxers to the floor, his now thick and full cock springing forth on full display, towering outward above Lilith as she was bent down before it.
“As big as ever,” she remarked with a sultry tone.
Vincent shook off his coat and started to unbutton his shirt but seized up as Lilith took the opportunity to gently brush against the tip of his penis with a ginger lick. She grabbed his dick and playfully circled the head with her tongue. “Oh, Lilith…” he whispered.
Vincent’s legs went numb and he moaned out with pleasure, his knees shaking slightly. Lilith spotted the weakness and grabbed Vincent’s pelvis and pushed him over onto the bed, his legs draped over the bottom. Lilith spread his legs and made her way towards his cock, who was now standing up at full attention.
She ran her tongue up the underside of his dick, allowing her to taste the pre-cum dribbling over the side. Vincent quietly gasped as she continued to lick his cock up and down slowly, occasionally stroking it and letting it fall against her face. She would even run her hand up and rub her wet fingertip against the head in fast circles, the extreme sensations causing the penis to pulse and quiver, Vincent’s lower body to stiffen and slowly raise up. He felt the overloading electricity of her movement spark up through his lower body and he breathed out hard through his nose. Lilith heard the signal to stop and giggled to herself, Vincent looking at her with a half-smirk, panting hard, exhausted from her fiery maneuver.
“You tease,” he chirped.
Lilith flashed a sly, sexy grin. “You haven’t seen teasing yet.”
Lilith finally bowed her head forward and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. The moist warmth of her lips sent a wave of pleasure up Vincent’s body, his breath escaping him. Lilith sucked on the head, and Vincent’s legs sprang up as the surges of shocking pleasure burst through his body. His heartbeat became violently fast and he clutched the sheets of the bed. His cock continued to pulse and throb as she continued. Vincent heaved out another desperate gasp, signaling Lilith to widen her mouth, allowing his cock to fully enter her mouth. She slithered her tongue around his hot and throbbing member as she allowed it deeper into her maw, slowly dipping her head down. She engulfed his dick almost all the way to the bottom, holding back her gag as Vincent clutched the sheets harder. Soon she raised her head up, and down, and up and down until she was fully sucking his cock and her wet mouth and lips were wrapping up and down his shaft, the wet sounds of her slurping resounding into the air. The warm moisture sent waves of hot pleasure throughout Vincent’s being and Lilith could feel his dick begin to throb with ferocity.
“Not yet,” she whispered with defiance. Lilith stood up, surprising Vincent as the sensation abruptly ended. Lilith pulled her panties down with a shimmy and lifted her leg to pull them off and throw them into the shadowy corners of the room, exposing her naked pussy. She crawled onto the bed towards the laid-out Vincent, meeting him face to face. She kissed him gently again, as Vincent grabbed her pelvis and slowly lifted his own towards her. She lifted her lower body and sat up, then slowly descended onto Vincent’s cock, allowing the towering figure to finally enter her. She slowly slid down on it, her eyes rolling back into her head as his enormity filled her. Vincent slowly felt the soft, oozing heat lower down around his dick, sending hot radiating pulses through his body.
Lilith rode Vincent up and down, undulating her body around his member, fucking his cock with increasing acceleration. Vincent synchronized with her rhythm, thrusting his hips up with her fast, erotic movements, sending his cock into her with more sensual force. Vincent felt the intense hotness of her wet pussy rise up and down around his cock, filling him with more and more energy to continue hammering upwards into her. Lilith continued to bounce on his cock with a wild rhythm. She quickly ripped the dress off her body and undid her bra, throwing it behind her, all while continuing to ride. She leaned forward into him and met his face once more and he adjusted himself downwards accordingly to ensure his penis would not slip out, lest he misses one instance of ecstasy. Vincent filled his hands with her tits and massaged them, then brushing his hands away to form a gentle pinching on her nipples. Lilith moaned out with pleasure as he continued to play with the tips of her breasts. She answered by suckling at his ears and soon down to his neck as she slid her lower body back and forth, allowing the tension of his bent member to ease and press into her at different angles. Vincent also felt new, warming areas of the walls of her pussy, the tantalizing new sensations finally causing his member to seize up and throb violently, the extra pressure of his cock now filling Lilith completely, her legs beginning to shake and vibrate with intense pleasure. She forced herself back up and slid all the way down his cock as it began to engorge before its final hurrah, her bouncing now becoming incredibly intense, sending quakes through the bed and piercing the room with the sounds of fleshy smacks. She filled her with him, allowing the pressure of his dick to press against every part of her insides. Finally, Vincent gave out a final gasp, as his dick pulsed wildly and Lilith could feel her insides filled with the explosion of Vincent’s hot semen.
Lilith, panting, legs still shaking, fell to Vincent’s side. He in turn was panting in exhaustion, eyes crossing to and fro from the wonderful ecstasy he experienced. He turned his head to Lilith. She was staring at him with lustful calmness, her storm subsiding. Vincent turned his body towards her and pressed up against her with a warm embrace. As they both enjoyed the heat of the other’s steamy flesh, they drifted into a dreamy, relaxed unconsciousness.