Agent of Lilith: Chapter 3

“Until next time, my mistress.”

James’ words seem to hang in the air even after he had gone. Lilith rubbed her neck softly, before her graceful hand strayed lower. She stopped herself, shaking her head and speaking aloud, “Get a hold of yourself, Lilith…”

The olive-skinned demoness let out a long, deep sigh, stretching as she did. Rising from her throne, she stepped down to the tile floor of her endless “paradise.” She scoffed to herself at the thought. With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the heap of pillows that had served as a makeshift bed for Lilith and her servant. With a snap of her fingers, she cleaned herself of the mess the two had made on that bed. She missed it already.

Cloven hooves clacking on the floor, Lilith walked for a while through her domain, staring up at the clouds. An aimless pastime of hers, she attempted to pick out shapes in the cloud formations, any sign of deviation that might make the realm seem more real. But there was nothing. She remembered the blue skies on Earth, wisp-like clouds floating on the wind. There, she might look up and see shapes that would remind of her of animals and places, of friends and lovers. Lilith imagined James’ face in those clouds, and she felt a twinge of longing.

“What the fuck,” she growled to herself, confused by her inability to forget the human for more than a minute. Extending her vast wings, she shot into the sky, stopping once she had entered the cloud level. She knew better than to waste her time trying to climb higher, it just went on forever. Hovering there in the endless expanse of white, Lilith tried to understand what about her new agent had her so…preoccupied. Her past servants had all been little more than tools, why did she get the feeling that James was different? She hadn’t felt this way about someone in millennia, not since-

Her thoughts were interrupted as a bright light suddenly pierced the clouds, engulfing Lilith in a luminous beam. “Great, just what I need right now,” thought the succubus.

A dulcet feminine voice rang out through the Temple of Venus, emanating from the light itself, “Tell me, Lilith… is this new agent of yours… satisfactory?”

Lilith fought the urge to roll her eyes at the visiting presence. She usually had the luxury of privacy in the infinite plane, but when the lights came on, she knew she was being watched. She calmed her mind and answered the sonorous voice with an even tone. “He’ll serve us well, Your Eminence.”

“Good…” responded the light, “He seems capable. Let’s hope he lasts longer than the others – for your sake.”

The ray of light thinned and returned to the heavens beyond Lilith’s reach, leaving her alone again. She clenched her fists tightly, her sharp nails digging into her palms. Her interactions with the goddess tended to leave a bad taste in Lilith’s mouth, but this was worse than usual. The implication that James was fated to fail made the demoness furious for whatever reason.

“Still,” she reasoned to herself, “perhaps it would be prudent to not get so attached…” She contemplated this as she returned to the dais, tired as she was. She needed to rest until James returned; she was growing weak without a supply of sexual energy. Sinking into her throne, the demoness allowed herself the rare indulgence of sleep.

Back on Earth, James was awake and preparing for the day. He felt content with life for the first time in a long time, and he caught himself smiling often – usually due to thoughts of Lilith and their passion-filled night together. Refreshed and ready to fulfill his duty to his mistress, James began his day.

Morning classes were uneventful; James took some notes in History as the professor lectured about ancient Mesopotamian culture, but his focus was elsewhere. He was searching for his first ‘sexual conquest,’ as Lilith had put it. Unfortunately, his first class was a sausage fest. The prospects in his Sociology class were much better, and he spent a good amount of time quietly flirting with a cute black girl who sat near him. James was confident he could reel her in, but he had no time at the moment. He had Physics class immediately after, and he didn’t want to stand up Jess.

“Jess,” he breathed to himself. James felt a stirring in his loins at the thought of the petite blonde. Lilith had told him to be honest with himself, and he intended to do just that. In truth, he had always found his friend to be beautiful, and she had starred in more than one of his guilty fantasies. When he saw her in class, waiting for him, his desires were only confirmed. Jessica was wearing a snug, long-sleeved shirt that did little to hide her delicate curves, and her shapely legs and tight ass were on full display beneath her yoga pants.

As class started, a moral dilemma began in James’ mind. His conscience was telling him it was wrong to take advantage of his best friend for the purpose of sex, but he convinced himself that his mistress’ interests took priority now. His devotion to Lilith surprised him, considering he had only met her two nights ago. But whether it was the magic of their pact, or his own growing feelings toward the beautiful demoness, that devotion won out in the end and James made up his mind about Jessica. She would be his.

Once he had resolved himself, James tried to focus his lustful aura, as Lilith had suggested. Trying to relax his breathing and calm his mind, he reached out with his burgeoning power, attempting to influence Jess’ arousal. Though he had been having this effect on people passively for the last 24 hours, it was on a whole nother level when he focused it. Nearly instantaneously, Jessica’s face became flushed. She began biting her lip while casting side-long glances at James. He could feel her lust; it was addicting. She squirmed in her seat as her breathing deepened and she slipped one hand between her legs, not caring if anyone saw her.

Physics forgotten, James couldn’t take his eyes off the blonde as she grinded into her chair next to him. Realizing how close she was to cumming, James throttled his lustful aura, holding her back from orgasm. Frustration grew plainly on Jess’ face. He kept her on edge in this way for the next twenty minutes, denying her orgasm while building her lust. By the time class finally drew to a close, Jess was staring straight at James, unabashed, while she fingered herself under her desk.

James leaned in and whispered to her, “Follow me.” He stood and walked out of the classroom, certain that Jess wouldn’t be far behind; at this point she’d jump off a bridge if it meant she could cum.