The Dark Mistress's Bath

[Lillith Veniziano]

Steaming waters soothe and caress the exquisite figure of the Dark Lady as she sits, dozing lightly in the belly of a large bathtub. A long, thin crimson tail, tipped with a small heart, twitches lazily back and forth, draped over the side of the tub. The water is foamed and bubbled up rather nicely. A long, slender leg is extended up upon the far end of the tub, her heel resting upon the delicately crafted marble surface. Her eyes closed, she rests her head back against the other side of the tub..which seems to have been crafted to fit her head and upper back perfectly. Locks of raven midnight frame a face of ageless, exquisite beauty. A smile lightly pulls upon the corner of full, luscious lips stained a deep blood red.

The door to her bathing room is left open..perhaps in invitation for someone...anyone...who would happen to enter. ..But, for those foolhardy enough to step across the threshold, one warning should be heeded with caution: ..The Dark Lady...though beautiful..lovely..and enchantingly seductive...is also decitful and deadly...

 

[ranajja]

Dreaming…moaning…yearning…

Callai woke, reaching for the kiss that was quickly fading from her lips. She slowly opened her eyes….and remembered….

He had not meant to come here, his first thought had been for protection from a great danger. Not his own protection, of course, but that of his host—Callai, fierce of spirit, and fragile of form, as were all of Adam’s children…

Here, of all places in this infinite plane. Here…the scent of lavender…

And before thought, he was travelling this twisting hallway, following the soft sounds of water…and delicate feminine laughter.

He had known what he must do….as he had done a thousand thousand times…slay a demon…and the death of this one puts an end to the demons persecuting his soul…

White blonde hair against golden skin, flashing eyes, a generous mouth. Between broad muscled shoulders was a pair of large translucent wings. In another plane, he may have been called an angel.

Lillith had been his first, and his last. Not that he hadn’t tried to lose his heart to another, to erase Lillith’s memory by sheer force of will….but it wasn’t that easy.

He rounded a corner, saw the light, the door, and never breaking stride, he entered the room, confident in his purpose….

….and the sight of her had taken his breath away….

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

Her eyes slowly slip open. She can sense him coming near, and at that a smile comes fully to her lips. She sits up just as he enters, head turning to look at him. There is that grin of hers...the one that always seems to say "Yes, I know what you're looking at..I know what you want and I'm not afraid to let you have it."

Seeing one from a distant past, she rises slowly from her bath, a hand coming to her chin as her tail idly drifts about her thigh. A wing slowly folds about her figure..hiding it from sight but not before letting the damage already be done. It doesn't do much to obscure her figure, either..her wings having the same texture as silk. They do more to outline her sensual figure, than hide it.

"Callain. ...After all these years, you've returned to me. You're still as I remember. ..Still as handsome as ever." Lillith speaks as she slowly approaches, a hand coming to rest upon his shoulder as she steps slowly around him, letting that hand drift along his shoulder..across the back of his neck, and over to the other shoulder as she steps around to the front of him once more. She grins lightly..taking a moment to inhale his scent. ....Warm, smooth, and exotic...How it excites her, arouses her. She trembles lightly just at touching him. Her eyes drift over his frame for a moment, and she licks her lips quietly.

"Callain...I've waited for you. I knew you'd come back to me, eventually. ...You and I are meant to be together. ..Fate will always continue to bring you to me...no matter where our paths may take us through the annals of time."

She steps closer to him, her hands sliding in under his arms..her own moving to pull him close as her wing parts from her body..moving to instead drift around him.

"...Memories flood back to me as we stand here, Callain. ..Can you remember the first time we met, oh those many years ago? ..Do you remember the sweat and the heat..our bodies..writhing together in an erotic dance..? ..Can you remember the sensations..the feelings..the passion and the desire and the lust..?

Do you remember how our bodies met and became one? ..Do you remember the moans...the sweet, sweet cries of deepest desire? History repeats, Callain..and here we are, once again...close as we were once before."

She pulls him closer...bare, damp body pressed tightly to his. Her hand moves to cup his cheek within her palm, as she fixes her gaze upon his..eyes glittering.

"Take me, Callain. ..It is inevitable that we would come together like this again. ..You know what we both want...what we both desire. I can see it in your eyes..I can see the passion burning..the desire for me that you had then. I am here once more, Callain. ..Let us re-enact history.."

She links an arm around his neck..pulling him down into a sweet, smouldering kiss...her blood red lips pressed tightly to his own as her eyes slowly drift closed. Her tail moves from her thigh, only to encircle his waist...and along with her arm, and her wing..she has him trapped there,pressed tightly against her body. She moans softly beneath the kiss...both from the memories as well as the real sensation....

 

[ranajja]

Lillith’s touch was electrifying. Her nearness was too much. He allowed her to pull him to her, felt her mouth, felt the hunger, the desire that had been restrained for so long....her eyes, her mouth, the present and remembered sweetness...

His strong hands circled her slender arms, broke from her kiss to look at her, devour her with his eyes. Then he drew her roughly to him. He inhaled, savoring her scent--the lavender, and more....

His heart hammered steadily...Awake! Alive!...her moist skin against his chest...then with a snarl, he lowers his mouth to hers, roughly tasting her sweetness, tongue delving into what he had tried to forget....crushing her to
him, enjoying the feel of her wet skin against his hands...determination dissipating, changing...and resolved, he moved to take what was rightfully his....

<Callai. Stop. No more.>

“No!” She cried, sitting up in her bed. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around her knees. “No.” she said softly. “Let me see this.”

Dawn. A time between times, when boundaries are blurred, when memories otherwise “scrambled” are perfectly clear, perfectly shared.

“Callain, I need to see this, to know this.” Need it in more ways than one, she thought wryly. Under her white cotton pajamas, Callai’s skin was on fire. She freely shared her emotions with him, but this was the first time for her to share his... she did not expect them to be...so raw...so deep....so sensual...

“Please,” she whispered.

<As you wish.> She lifted her head and she opened her eyes...and he opened his eyes...and lived the memory of a memory, caressing his mind, both of them lost in unearthly lavender eyes...

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

She allowed him to crush her body into his..allowed him to surround her with his passion. As his hungry lips pressed to hers, all she could do was return the smouldering kiss with all she could muster..growling very softly deep within her throat. Her body was alive...her skin warm, tingling with raw, electric desire. She could feel, smell, taste and see him..every sense slowly becoming overrun by raw sensation. She devoured his lips with her own, her tongue driving aggressively past his parted lips, to delve deeply into his mouth..taste the sweet, warm nectar of his mouth. She breathed heavily through her nose...nostrils full of nothing but his warm scent...with every breath she became more aroused...more excited. She felt truly, honestly alive, in his arms..being slowly caught up in the waves of his passions. Her hands gripped tightly to his shoulders, fingernails digging lightly into his skin, holding on. She brushed her bare, damp thigh against his, softly groaning in her throat, beneath the kiss. ...And after a moment, she pulled away..only to let her lips clamp to his neck...tongue flicking over his skin..taking in the salty, earthy taste and texture.

It was driving her wild..as it had the last time...His scent, his taste, his touch. Everything about him made her body ignite with passion and her desires flame. Everything about him made her want to become lost in his arms again...to become lost within his passions and let herself be devoured by his desire. She was beyond herself..beyond rational thought and action. This was more..instinct. Raw, passionate instinct. Pure, burning desire. She wanted to go to every level with him, just like before. Before she could think about what she was doing..her thigh had hooked around his..and she had stepped into him, using weight and momentum to drive him back, and take him down to the floor. She lay over him, hips straddling his, as once again her lips dove down to taste his own. She was on fire..her skin hot, sweat mixing with the droplets of water and the remnants of bubbles upon her smooth, tanned flesh.

She wanted him...needed him..and she wasn't going to let him escape her this time. Not this time. There was just..too much that she wanted. Too much she wanted from him..needed from him. Ever since the first time, when they had succumbed to thier desires as they were now, at that moment, she had dreamed almost nightly of his scent..his touch..of his body over hers..dreaming of the sweat, the heavy breaths..the sweet moans and groans of desire. She had dreamt of the heat..but..to her, it was more like remembering the past every night, than an actual dream.

And now, the dreams, the memories, were becoming reality. She was losing herself to her desires...losing herself to her sheer need for him. Hands deft and nimble began to work at removing his shirt, tossing it aside to be remembered some time later. Her lips parted once more from his own, only to sink down and press to his chest...tracing light, butterfly kisses over his warm skin from one side to the other..exploring and worshipping him at the same time. Her hands travelled down his arms..and she moved her hips back only slightly..hands soon moving down to begin to work at removing his pants. Rational thought was destroyed at this point, for her. Instinct had taken over. Desire ran the show. She knew what she wanted from him, and knew what he wanted from her. That was all that mattered...it was the only thought she had in her mind. She moved her hips from him at the same moment as his pants went the same way as his shirt.

Once done, she moved over him again, laying over him..body pressed tightly to his own..her arms encircling him as she finally begun to calm herself. ..The moment was sweet..and she wanted it to last...and so her frantic movements from before were lost..replacedby a slow torture. Her lips found his once more as she lay over him..and her eyes closed after another moment..breathing heavily...lost in sensation. Lost in him...

 

[ranajja]

Gone were the vestments he had chosen from Callai’s time, now Callain was gloriously, shamelessly bare. Skin upon skin, lips to toes. Exquisite torture.

Her slender form lay atop him, her long hair falling across her shoulders, tickling his chest, his arms. Her hair and skin were soft as spun silk.

…Lost in sensation…..his hands slowly caressing down her shoulders, her back, her sides, her waist, her hips, and back again, long feathery touches. Her mouth was sweet, and slower now, he captured first one lip, then the other, lightly with his lips, his teeth. Breathing in her sweet breath, he reached up, kissing her deeper, wanting more…

<Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb…milk and honey are under your tongue…>

The he pushed himself upward, rolling her over…until she was lying on her back, and he on his hip beside her, he drew his leg over her, slowly, deliberately separated her knees, feeling smooth, soft thigh…

Taking both of her hands in his, he raised them slowly above her head, entrapping them in one hand, entangling them in a mass of luxuriant raven locks. His lips devoured hers, his tongue explored her mouth freely…

With his free hand, he slowly stroked his fingers down the length of her arm, past her elbow, down to her exposed underarm. With agonizing slowness, his fingers travelled further, until he delicately cupped a sweet breast, and his thumb gently toyed with her nipple, feeling it harden….

<Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lillies…>



Callai saw/felt/lived this powerful memory, unprepared for the intensity, the seduction, the overwhelming sensuality. She could feel soft smooth skin, could feel her own nipple hardening in response to Callain’s touch….and words floated from her heart, freely penetrating the memory….

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

...And all that happens as the memory is relived is what took place. ..Hearing those words..feeling her body flame to his touch....being moved onto her back, feeling his knee pressed between her thighs. She let her arms be lifted above her head, letting them be held there as she writhed in sweet ecstacy to his caresses..returning his devouring kiss as it was given, eyes closed as her chest arched to his teasing caress...feeling her own nipple harden to his touch. She listened to his words..felt the warmth between her legs flame as she listened to him, praising the beauty of her body. Dark violet eyes opened to gaze up at his face..and crimson lips parted to speak, her voice no more than a husky, sensual whisper.

"Callain..take me now. I've waited to relive that moment all this time. I've waited for -you- all this time."

She writhed beneath him, her body aching for more of his touch..his caress. She whimpered ever so slightly..her breathing heavy..her skin hot with her passion.

"I want you, Callain. ..Now..please."

She actually begged..her voice soft, nothing more than a gentle whisper as her eyes locked upon his own. She could feel her sensual warmth burning to be touched..kisses, caressed...she could feel it burning for the attention he was giving to all the other places of her body. Her sheer need for him surpassed all else...and the Dark Mistress begged for an end to the sweet torture...

 

[ranajja]

< I want you, Callain. ..Now..please>

Who was asking--the memory, or the one remembering....

Callain covered Lillith’s words with more kisses, possessing her mouth, her lips, feeling her gasp, capturing those sweet gasps with his lips, his tongue.

Slowly, gently, he rolled her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, kissing her, smiling as she arched her back to meet him, begged him to hurry him on to the sweet prize that waited at this journey’s end. The prize that had been promised to him, and him alone….

“I will have you,” he breathed, “but I will not hurry this,“ and as he spoke, applied a tender squeeze to her nipple. He bent over her graceful neck, grazing her delicate skin with his teeth. Ahh, how he enjoyed her…..

They had been legends in a time before time. When great dragons roamed the earth. When battles had been won by blood, by sword, by sorcery….When they first loved….

<Awake, north wind, and come south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread abroad…>

His lips trailed her neck, her throat while his fingertips softly followed the curve under her breast, lingering to again stroke the hardened nipple. Moving slowly, his mouth and hand crossed together to find the other breast, equally as sweet, springing to attention at his touch.

<Let my lover come to his garden and taste its choice fruits…>

He smiled again, enjoying the sight of this perfect nipple, and when he could resist no longer, he popped the berry-sweet nipple into his mouth, flicking her nipple lightly with his tongue, suckling, savoring…..



Callai moaned, hardly daring to breathe, overcome by this vision, adrift on this sea of passion….unconsciously arching her back, yearning…

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

She moaned in sweet ecstacy to his torturous ministrations..feeling the small electrical tingles arching to her spine from her nipples...making her shiver with both pleasure and anticipation so delectable that it took her senses to a different world...a world of the past, where might and magic ruled..where dragons roamed the skies and unicorns dwelled in magical forests. Her eyes closed, feeling his lips and hands upon her body..letting him take her to this new world...letting him show her it all once again. Her body arched to his touch, her skin aflame with passion and her desires for him growing stronger with each moment. Her tail..motionless up until that moment, drapes itself about his waist. She found that the only way to return his favor was to make use of her sensitive, prehensile limb. As she arches her head back to expose more of her smooth, warm neck to the firey touch of his lips..and her chest arches again as his hands soothe and caress her breasts...the heart-shaped tip of her tail slips from his waist to curl about his thigh..playing in and around between his legs. Her eyes open, and she gives a small laugh..knowing the almost playful antics of her tail will catch him off-guard, if only for a moment.

And her eyes close again soon enough..swept away once again on the winds of his passion. She could see visions of a vast garden....and a single word replays in her mind, over and over: "Eden." ...The Garden of Paradise. This is how his touch affects her..bringing about memories of things long before time began. She remembers it all..for the first time in many long years, she can smell the sweet frgrance of the flowers...hear the calls of the animals..taste the sweet nectars of the fruits..the apple most prominently. ..Ever wonder why Adam and Eve were forbidden to parttake of the Forbidden Fruit? ..Lillith took the first bite.

She relives the memories of thier first encounter, as well. Remembering the sky..blazing with dragonfire, as they made love in the middle of a windswept field. As she felt his mouth fall over her nipple...she gasped again, louder..feeling wave after wave of passion sweeping over her..taking her mind to further heights and further driving her need for him. But...just as he wishes not to hurry it..she too wishes to savor the sensation, now...to savor the sweet memories..to relive the pleasure, the wild, wanton abandon...the sweat, the breath, the wind...the scent of the lightning and the rain about them as they writhed together in the field...thier arms locked about one another as they moaned and cried out..thier bodies locked in a fevered, writhing, erotic dance. She remembers seeing the flashes of lightning arch across the sky...hearing the thunder as it boomed...sounding much like the beating of her own fast-beating heart.

..And even as one relives the memory of this encounter...Lillith relives the memory of thier first...as well as revels in the sensations experienced anew. She writhed her body beneath him upon the floor, next to her marble bathtub..the burning between her thighs too strong for her to ignore...begining to softly and gently arch her hips into his knee, rubbing her sweet, warm mound against it and feeling unbound, pure pleasure lance through her body like a spear hurled by the arm of Hercules. She could feel little lightning bolts of pleasure arch through her spine from his lips and hand at her breasts, her eyes slitting open to watch him..before she blinks and her head rests back against the floor once again. She gives a soft, gentle moan...loving every moment of his sweet torture..revelling in the sensation of being unable to touch him and thouroughly enjoying the pleasures he brings her. She can feel the passion thrumming through her veins with every beat of her heart, filling her blood with liquid flame and setting her skin on fire. She begins to sweat lightly...beads of perspiration standing out against her smooth, tanned flesh..sparkling in the light.

She turns her head to the side, taking in a deep, gasping breath as her hips begin to arch her warmth against his knee harder, and gently faster..moaning again, louder. She calls out his name again..her voice filled with passion..trembling with desire.

"C..Callain....yes..m..more. Please...g..give me more..I've...I've waited for this...for so long...I've...wanted your touch..like this..again. I've...yearned for you..dreamt of you..every night since the last time we made love.."

She gasps again, her sweet mound enflamed and swollen with passion..dampening with her sweet nectar as her arousal and pleasure is pushed up another level.

"C..Callain..."

His name comes out as a moan, and her body arches once again...yearning, desiring his touch....

 

[ranajja]

Callain enjoyed her nipples with his lips, his tongue, his tender insistent touch…enjoyed seeing and feeling her writhe in pleasure under his hands, loving the control he had pleasuring her…

He felt her body, hot and sweet, grinding against his muscled leg, as she begged in whimpers and moans for release, for an end to the torture…

He bent his head again to her breast, suckling, teasing with his tongue, and trailed his fingers slowly down, between her breasts, across her superbly flat stomach, drawing lazy circles with his fingertips, until he reached the glorious mass of soft curls, and slipped one finger easily, smoothly, between her soft nether lips…

He inhaled sharply at the feel of her smoothness, her wetness. He could not resist the temptation, and he slowly brought his finger to his lips…

At the taste of the sweet nectar, his mind exploded with the memories of a thousand thousand nights of pleasure.

His voice husky with desire, he said, “I want you. I want to drink my fill of the honeyed mead that flows between your legs. Please, allow me taste you…” Looking down, he slowly lowered his body, his lips parting…



Callai’s breathing quickened, heart hammering. Her hands fluttered over her breasts of their own accord, lightly touching hardened nipples straining against her cotton knit pajamas. Lying in her bed, lost in the pleasure of the memory, she slowly raised and separated her knees, her lips parting, the smell of lavender….

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

She tensed as she felt his finger sliding into her...her velvet warmth flexing around it tightly for a moment...and she moaned in protest as he removed it to sample her taste. She continued to writhe gently in passion, eyes closed as she breathed heavily. She listened to his words, biting her lip softly as they inflamed her passions ever further. As she felt him leaning down, her legs spread widely to give him free access to the warm honey that he could see coating her warm petals like morning dew upon a flower.

"..C..Callain....ohhhh....yesss...." She writhed in delicious torment as his lips pressed to her moist warmth, a hand moving down to press at the back of his head gently as her hips softly rocked against his mouth. Her nectar flowed from her steadily, providing him with ample amounts of the sweet, sweet honey between her thighs. And at the attentions of his mouth, they began to flow ever more.

She leaned her head back, eyes closed tightly...visions of dragonfire and lightning flowing through her mind..carried on the wings of ecstacy. She moaned deeply, breathing heavily as the sweat upon her skin began to drip down lightly.

"Callain....yes...oh, yes..." She clenched her teeth tightly, and tensed...and he could feel a small tremor ripple its way through her thighs and her silken warmth...bringing about a fresh flood of her sweet, warm fluids for his pleasure..

"Oh, gods....Callain...mmm...please, I...can't take it...anymore...oh gods..give me what I want..please.."

Her hips writhed against his mouth, and he could feel her twitching heavily there..her body on fire...

And, through some link that cannot be explained...an enigmatic part of the human mind that still exists within he psyche...yet none now normally have the ability to make use of..Lillith's own form can be almost felt against Callai's body. She can feel her own lips..moving against her as Callain's to hers, in the memories...yet this seems to be too strong to be a sort of memory. .It is almost as if Lillith's essence is there, with her...living the pleasure along with her, and enhancing it. Such are the ways of the Dark Mistress. Pleasure unbound..ecstacy unexperienced. Callai can feel smooth, gentle hands wrap about her thighs, and her legs somehow spread of thier own accord..as if Lillith herself were separating them further. She can feel warm, hungry lips pressing to her intimate warmth...even though she still wears her cotton pj's.

Lillith's hands can be felt travelling along the length of her body...over her sides, brushing over her breasts...and the pleasure Lillith felt in the memories Callai is experiencing..is enhanced by the pleasure Lillith now brings her...A rare gift, from the Dark Mistress...

 

[ranajja]

Callai could not tell where she ended…and the memory began. She could feel his lips on soft creamy skin…she could feel softer lips on her intimate aching sweetness…

Callai’s last clinging rational thought raised worried objections, but then a sweet wave of passion drowned all thought or inhibition…yearning for the other’s touch, wanting to seduce, and be seduced…


Callain moaned as he felt the shudders ripple through Lillith’s loins. Ahh, the temptation to hang on…he wanted to kiss her softly and feel the waves subside, then to drink deeper, deeper, to once again bring her over in merciless waves of passion…

He smiled, and drank deeper….

 

[ranajja]

Callain drank again and again of her sweetness, remembering, reliving nights of outrageous passion, deep in earth’s ancient history, when a warrior took what was rightfully his...inheritance, his promised land...

In those smouldering early times, he had wooed her, courted her, gave her all he had, all he dreamed, and more...

The betrayal...a flitting reminder worried at him, but he quickly sent it from him, as he once again felt Lillith shuddering, hips rocking, her nether flower gloriously swollen and rippling with passion…

In ages past, he had courted her and claimed her attention…

In a distant future, he will possess her, and claim her soul…

Their love had been the inspiration for all tales of star-crossed lovers, of desire, of passion…making the later betrayal also legendary...

Now, he thought, now was the time...and with slow smooth kisses, he moved over smooth supple skin from navel to neck, whispering, “All beautiful you are, my darling...”

His tongue dipped playfully in her navel, tasting a sweet drop of moisture there.

<Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine...>

Moving slowly up, feeling her breathing quicken yet again…

“Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lillies…”

He tasted the succulent hard points of her breasts.

<Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle…Your neck is alike an ivory tower...>

He slipped one hand beneath her, feeling the cool smoothness of her back, his other hand plunged deep into her tussled raven locks…

<Your hair is like royal tapestry: the king is held captive by its tresses...>

He gazed at her, memorizing every line, every movement, every strand of hair...and gently, his knees once again separated hers, he was poised, ready to claim her...

“How beautiful you are and how pleasing, o love, with your delights...”

He whispered huskily in her ear, “I will not be denied this. In this moment, in this time, I want you, I want all of you...”

And with exquisite, heartbreaking slowness, he plunged into her glorious warmth…

And Callain gasped in delight…and Callai gasped in delight, arching her back, surrendering herself totally…

[Edited by ranajja on 09-05-2000 at 08:20 AM]

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

She writhed in delicious, painful tormented ecstacy, eyes closed and her lips formed into a small circle..soft, cooing moans leaving her lips as his attentions only took her higher..sending her spiraling into an almost euphoric state of pleasure.

Her stomach shivered as his tongue tickled her navel..she hung on his ever word..listening to him worship her body as his lips travelled up along it. Her breath quickened as she felt his knee separating hers...her legs spreading widely for him, eyes upon his face.

And as she felt him sliding into her, she bit her lip and moaned in exquisite pleasure, her hips trembling...her inner warmth shuddering with delight as he moved into her inch by agonizing inch. ..This is what she had wanted...what she had needed, all those years. As she felt him sliding into her, her mind was once more taken away to green fields underneath a stormy sky..of dragonfire and lightning...of unicorns and ancient magic.

A hand encircled his waist..pressing him deeply into her and holding him there as she leaned up...lips finding his in a sweet, heated, passionate kiss. A wing went around him, pulling him to her, chest to chest..as her tail slipped about his waist. He could feel the muscles of her velvet warmth gently squeezing and undulating about him, caressing him. Quietly, she broke away from the kiss, eyes locked upon his.

"Callain....this is Paradise revisited once more. Only your can bring me here, where I am now. Do you remember the wheat fields, and the summer storms?" She rocked her hips into him softly, watching his face..watching his reaction.

And at the same moment, as the memory is being relived...Callai can still feel Lillith drinking of her sweet nectar..laying between spread knees with her hands hooked about her thighs, face pressed tightly to her warmth. She can feel her tongue sliding up and down and through the middle of her petals..teasing them before delving deep into her inner warmth..sliding against her sensitive walls...before teasing once or twice at her small, sensitive nub.

...After a moment, she can almost hear Lillith's voice, whispering in her ear...feel warm, moist breath against her ear, even as the sensations between her thighs continue.

"Does this all excite you, child? ...To see, hear, and feel a love so legendary that it was the basis for all stories of star-crossed lovers? ..How does it feel to know my story...to relive the story of the Dark Mistress? ..Some things are sweeter than honey..but as bitter as wine, my child."

As Lillith in her memories writhed in delicious torment..her hips arching into Callain's...she pulled her lips away from Callai's warmth...travelling up along her body with her lips..pausing to press them tightly to her breast. At the same moment...she feels the tip of Lillith's tail playing between her legs..teasing her up and down very slowly and gently..as her hands travel up along her arms..a gentle pressure being given as she holds them down...and slowly, slowly enters her with her tail...in quite the similar manner as Callain in Lillith's memory...

 

[ranajja]

Not since time began has Callain felt such enjoyment...such wild abandon...

Not since their melding has Callai felt such intense sensations...wild and wonderful...

Two entities, spirits intertwined, making love...with Lillith...

Callain penetrated Lillith’s lovely smooth wetness, ever deeper, filling her, needing her, wanting to bring her over the precipice again and again. He enjoyed watching her face, watching the emotions—pleasure, pain, joy, rapture—play across her face. He wanted more, ever stroking her smooth silken walls, feeling his own passions boiling within...


Callai pushed her hips upward, needing Lillith’s sweet lips, needing the honeyed ministrations for the aching heat between her legs. Her breasts, somehow free of the thin cotton shirt, ached for the gentle caresses that were driving her to total abandonment. She felt her arms being lifted above her head, and gently but firmly held there. Then, she felt the penetration, the impossible filling of her most urgent need...matching the memory, stroke for exquisite stroke...

Callai gasped, a small “O” of surprise, a sharp intake that lasted forever...then cried out as she went soaring...

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

It was like heaven and hell coming together once more...the Dark Lady upon her back..legs spread wide for the angel who was slowly mastering her body. She could only writhe helplessly beneath him..captive to his burning desires. Biting her lip, she tried to control the deep moans that were steadily increasing both in intensity and volume; she could feel her body beginning to yield to his ceaseless, merciless thrusts, gritting her teeth as her muscles tensed and began to tremble. Her voice broke out in a deep gasp, calling out his name once....twice...and again as she felt herself pushed over that edge....and then it hit.

She bucked beneath him like a wild horse, her head thrashing from side to side as her voice called out again and again the deepest, sweetest cries of pure, wanton desire that she hadn't felt in millenia long forgotten. He could feel her trembling orgasm rocking through her body with the force of an earthquake..sending her smooth, tanned flesh into a shivering mass. The muscles of her inner warmth clenched and squeezed at him mercilessly, groans of pure delight escaping her lips as she could only writhe and dance upon the waves of pure ecstacy. She loved every moment, every second of the powerful release that only he could bring her..and yet she was still trapped, held down by his hands about her arms. She wanted to lean up and taste the sweetness of his lips again..explore his neck with her lips..but alas, she could not..held captive in the midst of his passions and his torturous thrusts.

And Callai could feel Lillith's release..linked to the memories through Lillith's own will. Even as she could feel her tail penetrate her smooth, silken warmth, her lips remained there, lightly kissing and sucking just above the point of her tail's entry. Her hands moved along her warm, silken thighs, caressing every inch of thier flesh. After what seemed like an eternity, she pulled her lips away, only to move them slowly up along her body...from her warmth, to her pelvic bone...along over her warm thatch of soft hair...over her navel, along the border of her ribcage..and slowly..oh so agonizingly slowly, to the area where she desired her attentions the most. Crimson lips closed over a pert, pink nipple, suckling upon it tightly as the tip of her warm tongue flickered out to tease and arouse it further....all the while her tail continuing to pull and push within and without her in perfect rhythm with the thrusts of Callain within Lillith's memory.

Thus the three souls were bonded...through memory and through actual occurance. Callain and Lillith were bonded through memory...and even now, as the memory was being relived...Lillith lay over Callai, loving her as sweetly and passionately as Callain in her memories. Her hands kept her legs spread widely as her lips continued to suckle upon her pert, wanting breasts and her tail continued to slide mercilessly into her moist, silken depths. Then, they parted from those sweet mounds of flesh..moving upward along until she pressed her crimson lips to her own...and Callai could taste her own sweetness upon Lillith's lips and tongue, tantalizingly intermixed with the sweetness of Lillith's mouth. She pulled away from the burning kiss...only to whisper...

"I know your secret, Callai. ...I know that somewhere inside you, Callain is watching...feeling...experiencing every moment of this. I can sense him within you. You two are bonded in a way that I have little knowledge of...but now that I know that you both are one within the same..I shall have you both as my own. We are bonded..through a pact made in times long lost to written history. ...We are bonded through our pasts..presents, and futures."

Lillith could only smile. She had never in her wildest imagination dreamed that she would claim Callain and his vessel, both at once. It was pure, sweet, and simple...and for once there was not an evil thought in her mind. ...She honestly planned on making them both happy..on keeping them both completely satisfied. After all...why should the vessel for her one greatest lover be left unhappy? ...The love, the passion should be shared between them all..not committed to only one.

"Callain...I know that you can hear me...and you can hear this: ..We three are bonded, together forever, from this moment on. I will be everything you desire..everything you need. You will give me all I have ever wanted...all I have ever desired...and together, we shall come to create our own Paradise. ......Our own....little Eden..."

 

[ranajja]

Bonded..bound..now and forever..

Callain watched, exhilarated at Lillith’s climax—she was breathtaking, especially now, in the throes of passion, utterly abandoning herself to him, yielding herself to his masterful touch. This is what he wanted, this completeness, pleasuring her, filling her every need, binding her to him once again..

He closed his eyes in unbounded pleasure as she wrapped her long supple legs around him, then squeezed him, holding him tightly inside her moist depths. He was perfectly still, not breathing..one moment more..ahh, he could hold back no longer..

With a low growl, he thrust deep, deep, again and again, steadily, unrelenting, deeper into her velvetly warmth..his desire raging...he let loose his passion, ravishing her, filling her..claiming her..

A binding made stronger than before, because this time, there was Callai..


Screaming..singing..flying..falling..not wanting this to end..

..Lillith..

Morning now, the sun was shining brightly..the memories that came with the dawn are slowly fading in the sunlight.

“Oh…..my.” Callai blinked several times, slowly coming back to the present. She sat up and put a hand lightly to her head, her heart hammering, her breath slowly returning to normal.

“I..understand now.”

<Indeed.>

Callai now knew the yearning, the longing, the passion..his and her own. Her mind was whirling with the sensations, the memories..the possibilities.. She shivered slightly--in apprehension, or anticipation--feeling the gooseflesh—from fear, or desire? Apparently, the hunger for Lillith does not remain sated for long..

Sigh.

“I need a cigarette.”

<You do not smoke.>

She laughed weakly and flopped backwards onto her pillow.

“I know.”



[Edited by ranajja on 09-09-2000 at 01:23 AM]

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

The climax...then the slow, slow fall from Heaven..pleasant and gentle. Her eyes closed, her breath coming hard and fast, her heart pounding in her chest. She was bathed in sweat..feeling whole, complete..she had found him again, and as before in a time long forgotten...they had bonded to each other. Now though...this time things were slightly different. A third has become a part of them..another link to complete the chain.

Lillith smiled, her form fading from a soft white mist permeated with the scent of lavender into existence next to Callai. She rolled onto her side next to her, kissing her shoulder softly.

"Was it good for you, too?" ...She couldn't help but give a laugh. And, in response to her unspoken wishes..Lillith's long, slender fingertips pressed something to Callai's lips: A long, thin cigarette. With a laugh and the familiar click of a Zippo lighter, she lit the cigarette then rolled onto her back to look up at the ceiling.

"Strange, that I'd search for Callain after all these years and find him residing in the form of a woman. ...I shared my memory with you because of your bonding to him. ..I still do not understand just how, exactly, that you are bonded to Callain..but now that I have come to realize that you are, I have figured that I might as well share with you the pleasures that we have experienced as a way of expressing unspoken promises of pleasures to come."

She gave a small chuckle. "In other words..this is only the beginning. We three, being bonded now body and soul..will continue to experience moments like those. ...Though, it's a shame that we'll never experience a managetoi." She chuckled heartily. Her tail twitched slowly back and forth, curling itself about Callai's thigh.

<And what think you, Callain? ...The three of us, bonded in a way that only you and I were bonded, once before? ..I, for one, have no real qualm about this...though I'd love to know your thoughts...>

Lillith closed her eyes, letting out a long, relaxed sigh. ..One experience had ended, but there will always be the promise for many, many others. ...After all, what fantasies can three people come up with, when all three minds are working on the same level? ..Time will tell.

 

[Morgoth]

The fog of night slowly rolled over the beaten and barren landscape, rumbling against the sides of an enormous castle, evil in appearance and evil in truth. In the private chambers, the Tarasque stood tall and had his way with his female slaves. One of the new ones crawled over and he told her to put her mouth on his cock. She did and then tried to bite down. Her front teeth shattered as he turned his skin into rock. Then he made his penis extend so that it tore the back of her throat out and caused a dent in the wall. He chuckled maliciously. "Let that be a lesson to you! That was one of my more merciful punishments!" he shouted at them, sending them into a corner where they cowered. He put his dick back into his loincloth and clothed himself inside his armor and strapped on the weapons. A magical portal opened through the roof and the Tarasqu flew through it, shutting it as his tail made it through. An angel flew out to do battle, as they do daily. Bah! How he hated most of these angels! Just because he had killed so many of them in a war, they battled him every day. The Demon Wars! The begginning of the decline of the demons. But they were long over now. He quickly finished the angel and flew off to the village. The slaves he got were simply the daughters of chieftains' or village leaders' daughters whose fathers had been conquered. When he got to the angel, he walked to the armory and had a lengthy conversation with the smith and walked out, a serious look on his face. Then, he gave his castle one last look, and flew off in the direction of the city of Basil and the neighboring Dark Mistress'es castle. He needed to talk with that idiot king!

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

OOC Request

Alright...I know that these posts and stories are open to everyone to get into, but please. I'd like to keep the violence and the bloodshed down to a minimum if at all possible? Please? If you haven't been able to tell already, I'm not much for it, and to be honest, it was almost sickening to me to read that post. Yes, I know that demons are horrid and ugly and brutal...but let's try to keep the testosterone level out of this story? You are welcome to read and enjoy the posts that I and ranajja provide. My suggestion to you is that if you would like to get into the more evil and darker side of things, then to start your own post dealing with those aspects. This story was a means for I and ranajja to try and avoid the fight that my other story was turning into. Please, take the battles, the violence, and the bloodshed to another story. I, to be brutally blunt, don't want them fouling up what has come to be a very enjoyable story.

Thank you.

By the way...busting out the back of someone's head with your cock? ...Could you get any more disgusting and tacky?

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Okay, Okay, I'm sorry, I will tone down on the violence. There will be almost none. Seriously! I just needed that one part. Like I said, I AM sorry. Please accept my humble apology?

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

OOC

Ok, apology accepted for now. *smiles* ...Anyhow, we now return you to your previously scheduled program. *chuckles*