Demologia 01: Rise of a Demon 02

Damien pulls Lillith through the door to his bedroom, then tosses her onto the bed. He smiles as she bounces on the lavish mattress, then shuts the door tight. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together, Lillith.” The lavishly appointed room is bathed in the dim light of a single candle, casting their shadows across the walls.

Lillith giggles and arches her back, pushing her breasts up toward Damien as he approaches the bed. “I’m sure we will,” she purrs, her voice laced with desire. “I’m eager to learn everything you can teach me, and recover all my lost skills and power. You will never regret setting me free.” She reaches out to touch him as he gets close, running her fingers over the hard length of his erection within his pants.

Damien growls, unable to contain himself any longer. He quickly strips himself of his clothes, dropping them to the floor, while she slips her panties down her long, shapely legs and off. The moment she does, Damien pushes her legs apart, positioning himself at her entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside her to the hilt, their bodies meeting in a union both forceful and complete. Their hips immediately begin to move in perfect synchronicity, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through them. Lillith wraps her legs around him, her tail wiggling beneath her as it caresses Damien’s thighs. He leans in, continuing his long, strong strokes, touching his horns to hers.

“You have so much potential, Lillith,” he whispers, his breath hot. “I want to help you unlock it all.” She gasps as he picks up the pace, his movements growing more intense with each passing moment. She begins to squeeze his member within her, timing the motions with his rhythmic thrusts.

As their passion reaches its peak, Damien reaches down to tease her sensitive clit, and the contact of his calloused digit on her sensitive flesh sends her over the edge. Her body convulses beneath him, her cries of pleasure filling the room. Finally, with a roar, he follows her over the edge, his release pouring into her as his balls empty. Before long it begins leaking out as she fills to the brim, dripping down to her asshole before pooling on the bed.

They collapse together, spent and satisfied. Damien rolls off her, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. “So, you’ve been…away…for quite a while, Lillith. What things do you want to know?” he asks, a satiated smile playing at the corners of his lips. “I’m here to teach you whatever you want.”

“I…It’s been so long I’m not even sure where to start. I suppose…now that I’m free, what I want most is to keep going. The past doesn’t interest me, and Hell…it feels confining. I want to know about the worlds beyond. See and do things I haven’t before.”

“I have a lot of experience in other worlds. Raids upon mortals are how I made my name when I was a lowly, newborn blood demon. Ask away.”

Lillith blushes prettily, her green eyes sparkling with interest. “Really? Alright,” she says, sitting up a little bit so she can look at him better. “So… what’s it like in those other worlds?” She tilts her head to the side, considering him thoughtfully. “How do you get around from one world to another? What is it like to be a demon in those worlds? How do the mortals treat you there?” She bites her bottom lip as she considers more questions, her enthusiasm carrying her away. Her gaze never wavers from his, and she leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on her bent knees.

“And…,” she adds with a mischievous grin, “what is it like to…you know, take someone from one of those other worlds, carnally? Are they that different from demons?” Her cheeks flush bright pink as she asks the last question, but she meets his eyes steadily, not looking away.

“Oh aren’t you a curious one,” Damien says chuckling. “I like that. There are many other worlds, and each one is different from both our Hell and each other. Some are vile and depraved, some are weak and easy to take from, some are decadent and rich beyond imagination. There are even some mortal worlds that can be dangerous. They all have their own pleasures to enjoy, though, depending on what you are looking for.”

“Traveling to their worlds is costly in magic, unless you can get them to open the way, but that’s hard to do. Under the right circumstances it can be managed, of course. I’ve been gathering my resources for just such a jaunt. Most mortals are weak and terrified of nearly everything, and demons particularly. It is intoxicating. The few who fight can be interesting, though, as are those who would worship our power. Taking them to bed is a delight, but most mortals are fragile and are easy to wear out. They are like…fragile little pastries that must be carefully handled to enjoy the full experience, unless the desired experience is to see how well they smash, of course.”

Lillith listens intently, her emerald eyes continuing to sparkle with interest. “And how do you choose which worlds to visit?” she asks. “Do you have any favorites?” Her gaze flickers down to his chest, then back up to his face. She tilts her head to the side, considering him further. “And what is it like… to leave Hell? Is it always as hot as it feels here?” Her voice is husky, and she reaches out to trail her fingernail along his abdomen.

“Well, most demons in Hell’s army don’t get to choose where to visit. But now that I have been promoted to Commanding-Dominant, I can suggest places to go, and only high courtiers of Hell would or could gainsay me, assuming they’d even bother to check up. Places where we take rich rewards from mortals.” Damien brushes the back of his hand softly across Lillith’s cheek. “That is, if you truly decide you want to serve me. And no, not all worlds are hot. Some worlds are very cold, frozen solid. Or covered in water as far as the eye can see, and beyond. We could destroy an island village, then swim nude to wash off the blood, and then emerge and make love on the sand.” He finishes his answer with a wicked grin, flashing his sharp fangs.

Lillith shivers delicately at the thought of being in a cold world, her eyes wide with curiosity. Then her tail swishes rapidly at his de***********ion of an island jaunt. “It sounds… fascinating,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. “I would love to experience it with you, Damien.” She leans in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest, her lips mere inches from his ear. “I want to please you,” she whispers. “I want to be yours.”

With that, she trails her tongue along the line of his jaw, then down his neck, before taking one of his nipples into her mouth and sucking gently. Her other hand slides down his body, taking his manhood in her hand, cupping him, stroking him, as she continues to tease his chest with her mouth.

Her body slides across the smooth bed sheets into his, pressing against him, as she begins to grind her pussy against his thigh. “All the possibilities…it’s so exciting. I want to feel you inside me again,” she moans, her voice thick with desire. “I want to feel your power.” She looks up at him, her emerald eyes burning with need. “Take me again, Damien. Show me what it’s like to be yours.”

Her hands grasp his hips, pulling him atop her as she falls back, guiding him to her entrance.