Lust Of Damnation

Damn, my head really hurts and my shoulder is still burning. Greg tried to rub his temple, but his arms were restrained. He was sitting . . . straddling a bench. He tried to open his eyes, but his sight was blurry. Where the hell am I?       

The first thing he could make out were flickering lights to his right, as well as a large light source coming from somewhere above him. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, then reopened them. Now he could see that the flickering lights were candles on a stone table. The light coming from above was a huge broken out circular skylight. 

He knew exactly where he was. Graysons. Smart. What better place to hide than in a location that we’ve already cleared. Task Force Ash has no reason to come back here. It would be a mistake to forget how smart she is. 

“Good morning, handsome.”  He hadn’t seen the woman sitting perfectly still on the bed, her back resting against the wall. She was now a redhead with deep blue eyes. She wore a long black gown that hugged her supple curves. Greg also became painfully aware that he was naked. “I thought you were going to sleep all morning.”

“Lilith, I presume? Or do you prefer Katie?”

“Lilith is my eternal name, although I have been known as many different things throughout the ages. This is my true form.” She smiled, cupping her full breasts. “Don’t you find me beautiful?”

“It’s not really your true form, is it? I saw your true form in the alleyway.”

“Yes, you’re correct in a sense. That was my true aged appearance. But this is what I looked like thousands of years ago, when the One who dwells above created me. Back when I walked in the garden. Do you not find me appealing?”

The woman slowly rose from the canopy bed and approached him. Greg pulled hard at the chains on his wrists. He was shackled to one of the old weight benches from this room's former life as a weight room. It was bolted to the floor. His legs were free.  

“Where’s your cell phone, Greg? It wasn’t on you. We don’t want unexpected guests to arrive before we have coupled.”

Good. She didn’t find it. “I must’ve left it in my car.”

“Perfect. That dunce, Jesse, is probably checking it now. I told you there was not going to be any miraculous last minute save this time. Not like when you faced Morgan or Lisbeth.”  

“Friends of yours?” Greg looked about for a weapon, but there was nothing. Besides, he couldn’t move his arms more than a foot from the bench. 

“I knew of them. Like the sun is aware of the moon.” Lilith was circling him like a cat stalking a wounded mouse. “I know vanquishing those foes made you feel powerful, Greg, but you simply got lucky. Very lucky. That ends here. After I’ve had my way with you and taken what I crave, then you’ll be finished.”

“I won’t submit to you.” She was close now. Very close. There was a scent to her. Erotic. Sexual. His tattoo felt like fire and was glowing blue.

“Speaking of last minute saves, let’s subdue that filthy native magic. It only hurts when you are in danger, and boy are you.” Lilith grabbed Greg and pushed him forward. She leaned forward and licked back and forth across his bear tattoo, finishing by sucking on his shoulder. The glow subsided and then disappeared altogether, taking the pain with it. “All better, baby? That’ll subdue its nasty power for awhile.”

“Doesn’t change anything. I still won’t submit to you.” Her scent was strong, testing his will.

“We’ll see.” Her face was now inches from his. She wasn’t beautiful. She was beauty. Perfect features. Smooth skin. Pristine eyes. “In six thousand years, not one man has been able to resist me. Most don’t even try. It’s cute that you think you’ll be the first.”

The black robe slipped from her body, revealing her nakedness. Her curves were sharp and prominent. She was supple, yet slender. He felt himself stirring, and it didn’t help matters when she placed her hand on it. Think of Jenny. Think of Jenny. Think of Jenny. 

Lilith took in a long draw through her nostrils, her breasts heaving, her eyes flashing. “Yes, think of your woman. I can smell the guilt on you. It enflames me like an intoxicating liquor. Incredible. I can’t wait to receive your essence.”

“Get away from me.” Greg closed his eyes. Bitch is reading my thoughts. 

“That’s never going to happen. Before we’re done, you’ll willingly give me what I need. Even beg me to take it.” He heard her draw in another deep breath. “Intense. I’m even considering keeping you around for a while. I suspect your sweet guilt will only grow with each coupling. It’s been centuries since I’ve done that, although I suspect I’ll be unable to control myself after we’ve mated and I’ll destroy you. I guess we’ll see.”

Lilith straddled him, her nakedness resting on his, causing his body to immediately react. “No. No. No!” Think of my Jenny.  

“Yes. Yes. Yes! Why fight it Greg? Your body betrays your heart. Your body’s telling you what your mind really wants. Just take me. I’m going to have you.” Her lips found his. The reaction was immediate. Her mouth was soft, tender, yet forceful. Storm clouds of lust rolled through his mind. He could no longer fight the physical response of his body. She’s winning.

“See. You’re ready for me. Give in to your desires. Give me your seed.” Her kisses and scent had him confused.  

I have to think of . . . who? . . . Where am I? Her hands were all over him, her tongue filling his mouth. 

“It’s time,” Lilith whispered. “Just say it. Just say you want me.”

Think of . . . Jenny. “No!” Greg tore his mouth from hers. “You’re not my wife!”

“Ahhh!” Lilith screeched and rose from his lap, stomping about. Large black feathered wings sprouted from her back and she launched herself up and out of the skylight. A long reptilian looking tail was the last thing Greg saw as she disappeared.