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  “But….what will I DO!!?” I would never let anyone see me cry, but I was choking back a sob.

  “You, Gilinda, will do anything you want to do. Because you are the strongest, kindest, most determined young woman ever to come through these doors. You don’t need this place and you don’t need me. You’ve always had the power to do anything you want to. And I know you will use that power to bring happiness to everyone who will have the pleasure to know you.”

  Four days later I left the centre.

  Chapter 7

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  Over the Rainbow

  “It seems you also enjoyed your first cock, my darling,” Laura intoned, nearly losing the end of the phrase as her glistening fingers slowly circled her clit. “How is it you became such an implacable minge magnet?”

  “I thought I loved Frank’s cock. But it turned out that I loved Frank. Oh I tried again with a couple of guys after I left the centre. I sucked their cocks, and I made them cum. Left them stuttering and juddering before me as they bathed my hands in their semen. But Frank had one thing they hadn’t got – vulnerability.

  “Ironically, I think that’s when I knew I was gay. Until I left the centre, I’d never really thought about sexuality. I’d only ever thought about sex. But Frank helped me to understand what I needed from others. I needed their eyes to say: ‘I would do anything for you.’ Like the girls next door in my youth. I only ever got that from Frank. And from other women.”

  “So what happened?” Laura said, holding her lover tightly. “Why have you never let anyone fuck you since?”

  “All my life I’d been losing the people I loved – my parents, my aunt and uncle. Anyone I was ever close to, I lost. The closer I got, the sooner I lost them. And the first person I let inside me, I lost him the very same day. So, no, there’s been no one else.”

  “Don’t the women of the resort bring you happiness?”

  “So much happiness, my dove. But I dare not lose them too. I need them more than they need me. And in the autumn of the Hunter’s Moon, that’s when I need them most. Perhaps that’s when I am the most lonely. I need for them to need me. I need for their eyes to say “I would do anything for you.” It’s what drives me to starve the needy and gorge the sated. When the waters have made them so lustful and delirious that they’ll do anything to cum, that’s when I make them wait even longer. That’s when their eyes say, “I would do anything for you. I would do anything for you to make me cum.” Or when my little Munchkins lay limp and spent after more orgasms than they can count. That’s when fill them full of fat, latex cock and push them even higher. That’s when their eyes say, “Please, I don’t know if I can take anymore. I would do anything for you…if only you’d let me rest.”

  Laura was silent for a moment. “So …will you ever let me fuck you?” Laura asked tentatively, her eyes wide, her fingers glistening, still dancing.

  Gilinda’s big sea-green eyes were downcast. Her fingers too had been very busy during her story, and the memories of her early sexual awakenings and her first illicit fuck had left her flushed and dewy. Yet even now she was a confliction of the fiercest desire and the strongest denial. And she wondered if Laura could see it as clearly on her face as she had seen it on Frank’s.

  “I want you so deep inside me, Laura Lewis,” Gilinda whispered. “But how will I know I won’t lose you too?”

  “Come here,” said Laura, taking Gilinda’s lithe and limber body into her warm and heavy embrace. “You won’t lose me, because I love you. And because I would do anything for you. From now until the end of time, I will do anything for you.”

  Gilinda looked into Laura’s wide eyes and saw there, without coercion or persuasion, that her words were true.

  Gilinda beamed a beautiful open smile, her skilled fingers replacing Laura’s on the policewoman’s distended clit, as she whispered the four words Laura longed to hear. “Fuck me, Laura Lewis,” Gilinda said. “Fuck me now!”

  The detective had been hovering precariously close to orgasm, so there was no way now she was going to resist the burst dam of Gilinda’s lust. With one hand, Gilinda invited Laura’s trembling, incredulous fingers into her candid cunt; while the fingers of Gilinda’s other hand skilfully stroked the sensitive bud between the petals of her lover’s pussy. Laura was awash with every sensation at once – excitement, elation, love, joy, reverence, rapture, disbelief, and the coiling tornado of orgasm. Until at last, the voluptuous detective shuddered to a violent climax as she wailed her pleasure out over the lake, two grateful fingers buried deep in Gilinda’s welcoming cunt, while outside the full and silver moon rose benevolently over the water.

  Lilith Returns

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  by Kristina Wright

  Adam

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  Moonlight slashed through the window blinds. Adam startled awake, heart pounding, listening for something. What, he didn’t know. But something had awoken him. He glanced over at his sleeping wife, her face turned away and blanketed by her hair. She hadn’t woken him up. But someone had.

  He got out of bed and went downstairs, pausing every few steps to listen. Stillness, but something had the hair on the back of his neck standing up. He reached the first floor just saw a shadow cut across the doorway to the kitchen. An intruder. Everything in him tensed. Should he call the police? That would mean going back upstairs for his cell phone because the land line was in the kitchen.

  The decision was made for him as the intruder glided across the kitchen floor and into the hallway. Dark as it was, he would know her anywhere, in any millennium.

  Lilith.

  “Hello, darling,” she said, reaching up to kiss him on the lips before he could move away. Her mouth felt hot and soft. Familiar. “Long time.”

  He resisted the urge to step away from her. She hadn’t changed at all. Life after life, she looked the same. Classic beauty, at home in any body in any century. Eyes and hair darkly exotic, olive complexion to match. She wore a filmy floor length white dress — an angelic color for a she-demon. He knew she chose everything she wore with the same careful attention that she chose her victims. The stark white against her skin only enhanced her beauty and emphasised her femininity. She was everything a man could want, and nothing he would ever survive.

  Adam knew that all too well.

  “Not long enough, Lilith. Why are you here?”

  She stepped back, but he knew it had nothing to do with fearing him. “Why do you think, Adam?”

  He needed to get away from her, but he was trapped. If he walked back the way he had come, he would be leading her toward the bedroom where his wife slept. That was dangerous. He may not have seen her in a couple of centuries, but he knew Lilith was up to no good.

  “I’m not going to hurt her,” Lilith whispered. “Not yet, anyway.”

  She turned on her heel and walked into the living room, snapping on a lamp as she went. He followed, curious as to why she had shown up like this. The last time their paths had crossed — he shuddered.

  “So why are you here?”

  “Do you like that I showed up at night?” she asked, avoiding his question. “She walks in beauty like the night.”

  “I wrote that a long time ago,” he said wearily. “When I thought there was a chance…”

  “Ah yes, you always were the sentimental one. Eve and I, well, women have to be practical.”

  “Don’t talk about her,” he said.

  “Why not? I love her as much as I love you.”

  “What do you want, Lilith?” he was running out of patience. Dawn was coming. Daylight wouldn’t protect him or Eve, but he welcomed the light.

  “She’s with child, Adam. Surely you know that?”

  He recoiled as if she had slapped him. “What?”

  “You didn’t know,” she whispered. She hissed the words, a snake in his perfect gar
den. Her eyes went wide, the irises a brown so dark they smudged into her pupils. “Oh my! Surprise, daddy.”

  “How do you know?”

  Her laugh could cut glass. “We’re connected, she and I. Just like you and I are bonded for life. For eternity.”

  His mind raced, wondering why Eve hadn’t told him. She didn’t look pregnant. He thought back to their lovemaking earlier in the evening. Her body had been as beautiful and pliable and lithe as always.

  Lilith made a tsking sound. “All these millennia and you still don’t know her at all, do you?”

  He shook her head. “That’s between her and me. That doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

  That wasn’t entirely true. If she were telling the truth — and she had no reason to lie — Eve’s pregnancy was the reason for Lilith’s return. He shuddered, unable to keep the revulsion from rocking his body.

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’ve come to make a deal with you, darling.”

  “A deal with the devil’s own,” he muttered. “What, Lilith? Tell me quick and get out.”

  She was little more than a blur as she flew at him, arms outstretched as if to embrace him, but hands curled inward, her nails like claws. She stopped just short of striking him. To his credit, he didn’t flinch. He’d been on the receiving end of Lilith’s attacks often enough to know that any sign of weakness would only goad her further.

  “Do not treat me like chattel. We are bound, by Him,” she looked to the ceiling, “whether you like it or not.”

  “Very well.” He was weary. Exhausted. It wasn’t just being awoken at this early hour, it was Lilith herself. She was stealing energy from him, fueling her own evil with his very soul. “I apologise, Lilith. Please tell me what it is you want.”

  Her hands unfurled and she stroked his cheek gently. “What I’ve always wanted, darling. I want you. You are mine, you know that. Always.”

  He controlled his urge to flinch as she touched him. It wasn’t that she wasn’t beautiful and sensual, in his most honest moments he could admit she was his soul mate, more his match than Eve could ever hope to be. But where Eve was pliant and controllable, Lilith was not. And that was terrifying. He needed a mate who could be guided and molded to his desires — not one who demanded he conform to hers.

  And yet… the touch of her cool hand on his flushed face felt exquisite. Despite his reluctance desire rose in him, hardening his body and making his blood run hotter. Heaven help him, or hell as the case may be, but he wanted her.

  Lilith, ever the intuitive she-demon, pressed her soft body against his quickly hardening one. “Oh darling Adam, you want me too. I can feel you.”

  The hiss had become a purr, enticing him to anchor his hands on her hips and press himself against. “I want your body,” he said, his voice sounding rough and unfamiliar to his own ears.

  She as tall as he was, cut from the same cloth, and she whispered in his ear, “You can have this body. Now. For a price.”

  “There are always strings attached with you, Lilith.”

  She used the velvet tip of her tongue to trace the shell of his ear. “Oh, but this is such a little string, darling Adam. Hardly worth what I’m willing to give.”

  He wanted to banish her from the house. He could, it was within his limited powers. But to do so would provoke her rage. Best not to play that card unless — or until — it became absolutely necessary.

  She slipped her hand to the front of his pants, stroking the length of his erection. “Oh, lovely,” she said. “You chose well.”

  He laughed then, thought it was hardly an amusing situation to find himself in. “As you will, I’m sure.”

  “I will,” she said. “Soon.”

  They were immortal, the three of them, but in spirit only. Soul, Eve called it, though Adam doubted a demon like Lilith possessed a soul. Essence was probably a better word. They were a bit like hermit crabs, having to choose a new shell for each incarnation, moving from one body to the next, fully conscious of their immortal histories. It made choosing an infant’s or child’s body impossible — to go through even a few years without autonomy was tedious and dangerous. They could not be destroyed, but they could be…contained, for lack of a better word. If their maker felt they were abusing their privileges — well, a promise granted can be revoked, they had each discovered after spending a century or two trapped in a tomb until the big guy decided they could move on.

  They were allowed to move about in their original forms only long enough to find a receptive host. Sometimes that could be weeks or even months, other times they found a new body within hours. They had learned to choose their bodies wisely. Young adults with full lives, lives that might provide a decade or two of excitement and stimulation, before moving on to the next. Those they possessed were unaware of their possession — they remembered everything that happened with the exception of the moments shared between Adam, Eve and Lilith as themselves. Some lifetimes, the three never crossed paths. Others, they were too close for comfort. This was quickly becoming one of those times.

  Adam tried to calm himself, but it was impossible with her. She was his match in every way and she knew exactly how to make him respond. He had chosen this body because it was broad shouldered and masculine, and also because his host was an architect, a profession Adam had an affinity for. But he’d also chosen him for the reason Lilith had pointed out, his endowment. He felt his cock pressing hard against Lilith’s hand, reaching almost up to the waistband of his pants. He longed to strip the white gown from her familiar body and fill her right there.

  “She won’t awaken, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

  He could feel his erection softening. “What did you do, Lilith?”

  She winced as he dug his fingers into her hips, but the wince morphed into a sensual smile. Lilith liked pain. “I just worked a little bit of my night magic,” she said lightly. “It’s all that’s left to me.”

  Lilith still possessed more magic than Eve and he combined. She was dangerous. But he knew she wouldn’t risk the wrath of their maker by killing Eve’s host. “And?”

  She tossed her hair back and answered with a note of indignation, “She will sleep until morning light, that is all.”

  “Good,” he growled.

  He grabbed the thin straps of her diaphanous gown and tore them from her body. The fabric ripped and the gown fell about her in a puddle of white satin. She stood there before him, proud and defiant, as he drank in the view before him.

  Even in the darkness, she was stunning. He felt as if he were seeing a treasure he hadn’t laid eyes upon in a millennia.

  “When was the last time I saw you like this?”

  She stepped back, hands on her hips, preening for him. “Oh, you don’t remember? It was France, darling.”

  He had a sudden flashback to a soiree of some sort at one of the most exclusive addresses in Paris. “Ah, I remember. It’s been, what…over two hundred years?”

  “Little more than teardrops on my cheeks,” she murmured, moving into his arms as if she had never left. “My darling Adam. My love.”

  The memories blurred together as he gathered her up in his arms, running his hands over her lithe curves, tangling his fingers in the mane of her hair and pulling, so her neck arched. He nipped hungrily at her collarbone, tasting her flesh, tasting history — ancient history, the kind that spoke to his very soul. She shivered in his arms, but he knew she wasn’t cold. Her body practically radiated heat. Desire. They were so rarely in their original forms, conjured from air and earth, a form of temporary magic granted to the three who had come first.

  “I need you, Adam,” she breathed into the hollow of his throat. “Now.”

  He forced her to her knees, not gently. Of course, his force was but an illusion — she may have pretended to resist, but her strength of body, and mind, was beyond him. In her ancient form
she could break him in half and leave his bloody corpse for Eve to find at dawn. But she wanted it. Needed him.

  He followed her to the ground, facing each other on their knees. Equals. Always equals. His conscience taunted him. What about Eve?

  What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.

  What she doesn’t know will destroy her.

  Always the demand to be righteous, to live the life of the one chosen for greatness, and yet…kneeling before Lilith, he felt the need to possess her. To take her, fuck her, conquer her, own her. Destroy her.

  He put his hands on her hips, digging his thumbs into her hipbones until she winced, but she did not pull away. His erection throbbed in response, rising to the challenge of a woman who would meet him on his own terms, take him, fuck him, conquer him if only for a little while. But never own him, no. That was for Eve to claim. And he could not be destroyed, even though Lilith was called to destruction. He was the father of all of life and Lilith was the antithesis of that. And it excited him.

  She reached between them, cupping his heavy balls through his pants. “I need to feel you against me,” she murmured, eyes downcast as if in submission. He knew better.

  “Strip me then.”

  He had doubted she would obey, no man or god or demon would ever collar Lilith, but she hesitated only a moment before her fingers fumbled with the fastening on his pants. Soon she had his bare cock in her hand, his pants pooled around his knees until he could finish the job. He groaned at her touch, so skilled and familiar, and yet there was something new about it. Fresh. Perhaps because it had been so long.

  “I have missed you,” she said, prostrating herself before him on the parquet floor, her naked body beneath his kneeling one.

  He watched every move she made, always prepared for her to strike out. She was a lithe and beautiful snake, and her fangs were filled with poison. It made possessing her all the more exciting.