Lilith - TI3 (39 page)

"Get out here and get cleaned up. Until I find out exactly what happened out there, you’ve got a reprieve."

Turning his back, he walked away. Something wasn’t right and he knew it. Jimmy wasn’t the type to run and whatever had frightened him had to be bad. Not willing to take any chances, he’d take reinforcements to make sure the bitches knew he meant business.

S
OOOO. SHE GAVE you the night off, eh?" grinned Cammie, slowly unbuttoning her blouse.

"Of course. Lilith is a softie... at least when it comes to love."

"Love. I thought I’d grown tired of the word after all this time. It never held much meaning to me."

"I know," whispered Kali, stepping close to the Cambion and nudging her hands aside. Pushing the last two buttons through their holes, she slipped the garment off the dark demoness's shoulders and pressed her lips against Cammie’s neck. The heat emanating from her lover would sear human skin but it felt good against the Destroyer’s lips. "It took me a thousand years before I could even get you to look at me."

"I’m slow," teased Cammie.

"Well, I suppose in a demon’s life that’s not a lot of time."

Running her nails across smooth skin, she noticed the slight marks left behind and smiled. Demon skin looked and felt soft but it was tough... and yet still sensitive to the touch. Kali was an experienced lover. She could sense what her partners wanted and was more than capable of satisfying their needs. Most of the time it only took a little foreplay to achieve her goal. Asmodai had been her biggest challenge. The demon of lust, he had been insatiable... until Kali finished with him. After spending over a year with him, demanding every minute of every day that he
satisfy
her after having bet him she would outlast him, he had suddenly disappeared. Over a decade passed before he put in an appearance in the Underworld and even then he avoided the dark demoness. Now it was Kali that had an insatiable appetite... only this time it was for Cammie. She wanted to touch and taste her in every way possible... to consume her until the Cambion begged her to stop... not that such a thing would ever happen, because Cammie was a succubus, she was born for sex. The fact that Kali could satisfy her said a lot. Then again perhaps some of her energies came from Cammie’s unique gift.

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Cammie was a Cambion, the offspring of an Incubus and Succubus, demons who seduced men and women while they slept. By nature the two species hated each other although no one ever knew why. The history of the succubi and incubi was almost as old as Dis and the Twin. Why her mother or father ever mated was beyond imagination and neither parent cared to discuss it. In fact, they had done everything they could to avoid each other after Cammie was born... as well as her. Maybe they sensed she was different, possessing something unique, apart from her species, the ability to love and the gift of being loved. She had always thought the latter was a curse since everyone who came near her automatically fell in love with her. Now, things had changed since Kali. For the first time someone truly loved her. It wasn’t the result of the aura around her.

"What are you thinking?" whispered Cammie.

Kali thought about the question for a few seconds, unconsciously stroking the pale golden hair of her demoness lover.

"You," she said softly. "I’ve waited so long for you."

"I know."

The sadness in her voice made Kali want to cry.

"Well, that was then and this is now. We have a lot of time to make up for. How about we get to it?" she teased, wiggling her eyebrows lewdly.

"Works for me."

Rolling the dark demoness onto her back, Cammie ripped the tee shirt away from Kali’s chest and pulled it from beneath her. Tossing it across the room, she grinned broadly.

"Hey. That was my favorite shirt!"

"Good."

Unbuttoning Kali’s dark jeans, she slithered down the bed and yanked them off almost pulling the demoness with them.

"Damn woman! Are you in that much of a hurry?"

"Are you complaining?"

"No."

Sliding her body along Kali’s, Cammie let her tongue slowly move up her lover’s leg, across the hip and up to the stomach. Leaning back she stared into Kali’s eyes and watched them morph from lavender to hot, flaming red. Her own had transformed to the same brilliant, burning color seconds before... a sign of intense arousal. It was said fire smoldered within the souls of all demons... but when they loved, the fires burned hotter than the hottest flames of Hell.

"I want you to feel what I feel," hissed Cammie, flicking her fiery tongue across Kali’s left breast. Circling it slowly around the nipple, she watched the skin turn dark red as tiny flames followed the path of her tongue, setting the surface on fire. When the dark demoness groaned, Cammie blew gently over the burnt skin, sending a cool breeze to extinguish the fire and soothe the skin.

"How... how do you do that?" gasped Kali.

Cammie shrugged slightly.

"It’s a succubus thing. You’ve never felt this before?"

"No."

"Is it too much for you?"

Kali shook her head, slowly.

"Nooo. It’s... nice."

"Nice?"

Kali swallowed and nodded.

"Ah. Well. Let’s see if I can make it more than... nice."

Shifting to the side, she ran her fingers lightly over the ribs and then leaned down to flick her tongue along the trail her fingers left. Again the flames ignited but this time she began drawing the fire into small designs over the stomach, chest and around the breasts. After each new design burst into life, she would extinguish the old ones with a cool breathe causing Kali’s skin to ripple from the extreme sensations. Drawing her fingers toward the apex between her lover’s thighs, she grinned mischievously.

Kali’s eyes widened nervously.

"You... you... wouldn’t."

"Oh but I would."

Stroking the hair just above the lips, she created a small flame and then pulled her fingers away. The fire followed them upward and then retreated. Cammie played with it as if stroking a harp. The rise and fall of the flames created fluctuating temperatures around the entire area causing dark demoness to squirm. As the caresses grew more intense, Cammie leaned down and nuzzled Kali’s neck, nipping at the skin playfully.

Lowering her hand, she stroked the heated area and then slipped her fingers between hot, wet lips and ran them up and down the soft, burning skin coating her hands with the molten liquid streaming from between her lover’s legs. Pulling her fingers away, she tasted the salty brew and then resumed her foreplay. She knew that every stroke, every caress was driving Kali crazy and enjoyed the moans coming from her. Wiggling her fingers playfully, she finally decided to take pity on her. Withdrawing them, she blew out the small fires and then flicked the lips apart with her tongue. Cool saliva soothed hot skin as she pressed between Kali’s thighs, her tongue gliding deep inside of the dark demoness.

The dark demoness screamed from the scorching heat and unimaginable pleasure. Ice and fire, cold and heat confused the nerves making them more sensitive to the gentle strokes. Fingers seared demon flesh as they moved up and down Kali’s body massaging her stomach muscles and kneading her breasts. Occasionally, she would withdraw her tongue and then plunge it inward, forcing it deeper and then curling it like a snake; she would let it writhe back and forth, up and down.

Pressing her body upwards, Kali wrapped one leg around Cammie’s back pulling her more tightly against her groin. Spasms racked her body making it impossible for her to say or do anything but groan and endure the magnificent torture. It was the first time the Destroyer had ever been defeated in battle... and she willingly surrendered to the victor.

T
HE TWO SUVs slowed as they passed in front of Lilith’s Den. Outside a line of women waited patiently to be screened and admitted to the nightclub. Circling the block, the lead vehicle parked near a dimly lit corner. The second pulled up behind it. Eight men climbed from the cars and huddled against the building.

"What time is Freddie getting here?" asked one of them, keeping his voice low.

"When he gets here," snapped another.

"What’s your problem?" demanded the first, bristling at the other man’s tone.

"He’s just pissed because he screwed up earlier and now we have to bail him out. Freddie should have shot his ass," growled a third.

Jimmy would have slugged the man if a dark Jeep hadn’t pulled up next to the first car.

"Any problems here?" Freddie asked, glaring at the group.

"No, boss. Just a little excess energy. We’ll make sure the guys work it off."

"You’d better. One more screw up today and I’ll have all of you shot," threatened Freddie. "Now shut up and listen. Cooley, you take three guys and go the hospital and get Candy and that interfering bitch. Take them to my place. I’ll tend to them later."

"Sure boss."

"Oh... and Cooley... if they give you any trouble, do what ever it takes to shut them up... get it?"

Cooley grinned. He knew how to quiet whores. Rubbing his crotch he couldn’t wait to get them alone. Signaling for three of the men to follow him, he climbed into the lead SUV and drove off.

"What about us, boss?" mumbled Jimmy.

"We’re going to pay a little visit to Lilith’s Den. Come on!"

As they neared the nightclub, Freddie signaled for two of his men to circle the building and watch the back door. The other two followed him. Pushing past the line, he forced his way through the door.

"Hey man!" complained one of the women. "This is women only!"

"Shut up, bitch!" snarled Freddie, palming the gun handle protruding from his pants, "or I’ll make you."

Throwing up her hands and backing away, she shook her head.

"I ain’t looking for trouble, mister."

Freddie smirked and walked away, his two thugs chuckling smugly.

Seeing the gun, Bertie pushed a button on the wall and then stood to block the entrance to the main room.

"No men allowed," she growled, unimpressed by the three men in front of her.

"Well, I think tonight you’ll make an exception," Freddie warned, once again displaying his weapon.

"No exceptions... no men."

Patting the wooden handle of his gun, he smiled knowingly.

"I’d suggest you rethink that."

Crossing her arms, Bertie stood her ground and glared angrily at them for a few seconds.

"Okay. I’ve rethought it."

"I thought you would."

"The sign says ‘no men’! So it’s no men. Now get out!"

Freddie wasn’t used to women standing up to him. For a moment he hesitated but then realized his two goons were watching. Pulling out the gun he pointed it at Bertie's head.

"I don’t take lip from no fucking bitch... especially a fat slob like you!"

The woman blinked and stiffened. Taking a step forward, she pushed up the sleeve on her right arm.

"That’s okay, Bertie," said a quiet voice from behind. "Let the
gentlemen
in. I’ll handle this."

"You sure, boss? I don't mind removing these vermin," replied the bouncer.

Lilith chuckled, knowing Bertie wouldn't hesitate to take on all three of the intruders.

"I'm sure. Thanks."

Stepping aside, the bouncer motioned them past. Freddie smirked.

"Another time," promised Bertie, her voice low and threatening. Freddie cringed when he caught the look in her eyes. He knew he had made an enemy and this woman was big enough to do some damage if she ever got the chance. He'd have his men take care of her another time. Better to be safe than sorry.