Agent of Lilith: Chapter 2

James stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. “That was the weirdest dream yet,” he muttered to himself, recalling the vivid colors of the beautiful temple and its lone occupant. Reaching across to his nightstand, he grabbed his phone and checked the time: 8:29, one minute before his alarm was set to go off. “Cruel fate,” he scoffed, turning his alarm off and climbing out of bed.

Immediately, James knew something was different. The tightness in his shorts was nothing new, he had morning wood most days. No, that wasn’t what was strange; what was strange was the shocking size of his erection. Pulling his boxers down to get a better look at the python in his pants, he was amazed to find that his cock had grown overnight, from an unremarkable 5 ½ inches to a formidable 8 ½. Wrapping a hand around his impressive girth, James found that his dick wasn’t the only thing that had changed. His arms were slightly bigger, no mistaking it. Letting go of his dick, James stared at his arms, clenching and unclenching his fists. His forearms looked strong and vascular, and the muscles of his upper arms swelled powerfully beneath tight skin.

“Holy shit,” James spoke aloud, “that was no dream…” Nearly tripping, his boxers still around his ankles, James stumbled hurriedly toward the bathroom that connected to his room. Standing before the mirror, James found himself staring at the reflection of an Adonis. Even when he had worked out regularly, James had never looked this good. Strong shoulders, muscular pecs, and defined abs… James barely recognized his own body. The legs his new and improved member hung between were also more muscular. Moreover, he seemed to have grown several inches in height; he would have towered over his old self. As he was now, James guessed he was at least 6’3″. Moving up to his face, he found that any trace of fat in his neck or cheeks was gone. His face was still his, just more chiseled, more handsome. His strong nose and defined jaw gave him a more rugged look when paired with his three-day stubble. For a split-second, he thought he saw a flash of red in his eyes, but when he blinked it was gone.

Admiring his attractive new body, James thought to himself, “Thanks, Lilith.” He nearly jumped out of his skin when a sensuous voice answered back in his head “You’re very welcome.”

Surprise painted on his face, he spoke out loud, “M-mistress?”

“Think, don’t speak, James.” Lilith’s voice echoed through his mind again.

James gulped then focused his thoughts, directing them toward his unseen mistress, “Right… you surprised me. I guess last night’s dream was real, then?”

“Oh my, yes. Quite real,” Lilith responded, “Why? Do you regret our pact already?”

The serious tone in the demoness’ voice (thoughts?) was not lost on James. “No! Not at all. I’m just a little taken aback… So, uh, you can read my mind?”

“Not quite,” answered the feminine voice, “I can hear your thoughts when they are directed toward me, and vice versa. Though, telepathy does put strain on the mind, so let’s not make a habit of it. Contact me in this way only to report on matters of importance, or in an emergency. Understood?”

“Yes, mistress.” James responded dutifully.

“Good. Now, how do you like the changes I made?” asked Lilith.

James turned to look himself over in the mirror again. “It’s amazing; I look incredible. You did all this?”

A light chuckle rang out in James’ head. He could imagine Lilith’s gorgeous smile. “Don’t be so humble. The potential was all there, I just brought it out. You are very handsome, James.” said Lilith, emphasizing the word ‘very.’ “Consider the equipment upgrade a gift, though. I trust you’ll put it to good use.”

James felt himself blush a bit. He was astonished by the effect this woman had on him, and he wondered if that would ever change. “Thank you, mistress. Won’t my new appearance be hard to explain to people who know me, though?”

“Don’t worry about that,” the demoness responded, “I’ve made sure that your appearance will be perceived as normal to others.”

“Oh, well alright then,” said James, “What now?”

“Now you live your life. Go through the day as you would otherwise; we’ll speak again later, in your dreams.” No sooner had Lilith spoken the last word, then James felt the psychic connection break. Alone with his thoughts again, James immediately felt the mental strain his mistress had spoken of, and he had to brace himself on the countertop as a painful headache began to throb in his skull.

Recomposing himself and shaking off his fatigue, James stepped into the shower. As the water soothed him, his mind lingered on his mistress, the lascivious Lilith. What more did she have planned for him? While he was now bound to her as her agent, and he had no intention of betraying her, he wondered what exactly was to be the nature of their relationship. He resolved himself to ask her directly when they met next.

As he considered the demoness, James could not help but conjure an image of her in his mind… her shimmering eyes, her full lips and mischievous smile, her perfect skin and sensual curves. James’ hand moved down to his rapidly growing cock, to which he now gave his full attention. He ran his fingers slowly up and down his length, delighting in the feeling of his new tool in his hand, before running his thumb over the head in a slow circular motion. James gasped at the pleasure, amazed by the improved sensitivity. He grasped his shaft, now fully erect, firmly in his hand. He began to stroke himself, slowly at first, while his other hand cupped and massaged his large balls.

He imagined it was Lilith’s hands that were pleasuring him, his own hands occupied with her aching sex, rubbing her tender folds, toying with her sensitive clit, and pressuring her in all the right places. He imagined her soft breasts pressed against him as she fondled him, her hard nipples rubbing against his strong, broad chest. He imagined their lips locked, their tongues dancing, as they moaned into each other’s mouths.

James groaned as his pleasure grew and he picked up the pace, jacking himself off faster and faster. The hot water from overhead massaged his neck and shoulders as he continued to stroke himself. His ecstasy mounting, he let go of his balls and used that hand to support himself, leaning against the shower wall, lest he collapse from sheer pleasure. Focusing entirely on his cock, James stroked himself vigorously; long and slow, then quick pumps, all while picturing his beautiful mistress and the things he would do to her. “Fuuuck,” he moaned, as the pressure built, and he pushed himself over the edge. James threw his head back and groaned in bliss as he came, shooting his powerful load against the tiled shower wall. It was all he could do to remain standing in the aftermath of such earth-shattering pleasure.

If this was only a taste of the joys that Lilith could offer him, then James could not wait to see what else she had in store. He cleaned himself off and finished his shower before eating a hasty breakfast, preparing for class, and heading out the door. This took longer than usual, as he had to stop to admire his reflection quite often. Due to his busy and exciting morning, James found himself arriving a few minutes late to his only class of the day.

He tried to sneak into Speech class as quietly as possible, hoping the professor wouldn’t have noticed his tardiness. But Professor Lopez caught him in the act. The scrawny old woman called out to James, “You’re late, Mr. Marshall. In my gradebook, tardiness is the same as absence,” the crone’s eyes roamed over James’ muscular body as she paused, “But I’ll make an exception just this once; come see me after class.