The Dark Mistress's New Clothes

[Lillith Veniziano]

(OOC Note) ..Now, I know that many of you would just love to join in on this story, but I will have to respectfully request that you hold off this time and simply read, as it is a story that I would like to perform with only two other people, whom will be joining in on this story ASAP. ..Again, I would like to respectfully request that those of you wishing to join in refrain from doing so, just this time. If you'd like to be involved in a story, just email me and I'll be more than glad to listen to any suggestions. Thank you so much for your time and consideration.
-Lillith



It's just another night, like most others. Far, far above the silent stone walls of Lillith's castle, the moon shines bright and full...casting its ghostly pale glow down upon the land an iluminating it with its cold, unfeeling light. The weather outside is chill; winter has his grip tightly about the land. The trees are bare and leafless..the ground frozen to a permafrost-like state and covered with smatterings of powdery snow. A chill wind lightly blows, calling mournfully through the bare branches of the trees.

Inside the walls of her castle, however, Lillith is as warm as she could ever be. In her room, a strong fire burns within the large grand fireplace. She's standing before a full-length mirror at the moment...admiring herself as any woman who is confident with her looks and her body would be wont to do. She is wearing absolutely nothing..turning her nude body from one side to the other, looking herself over. She smiles softly, putting on various poses before the mirror as if she were actually posing for someone. With a small laugh, she then turns away from the mirror and walks over to her bed, where a pile of assorted silk, leather, lace, and velvet clothing lay.

Grabbing up the pile, she makes her way back to the mirror, setting the bundle upon the nightstand that sets just beside the mirror. She poses before it once more, before grinning to herself and grabbing one of the articles of clothing from the pile. Stepping away, she begins to dress herself, taking her time.

After a few moments, she returns to standing before the mirror...now wearing a -very- small silk chemise. It barely reaches the tops of her thighs, and leaves much exposed to the viewer's (if there was a viewer, that is) delight. As she poses, glimpses of a soft, silken white thong panty can be seen. The chemise is colored a deep black, and is cut very, very low...her full breasts nearly bursting free of thier constraints. The outer edges of her aeriolae can be seen from the sides..offering up a very tantalizing view.

She grins at her reflection...her tail curling around her calf. Her wings are, at the moment, nonexistent...her magic having dispelled with them for a while, for more ease with changing clothing. Speaking of such...she moves from the mirror again..changing clothes...and another few moments go by before she steps in front of it once more.

She is now wearing a lacy, blood red teddy. There are garters that drift up to hold the outfit together, and they grace her thighs very nicely. The front is cut just as low as the previous outfit was, and it has absolutely no back to it. Her tail curls about her thigh once more as she smiles at herself in the mirror...She's got several more outfits to go....

[Edited by Havocman on 09-22-2000 at 01:21 PM]

 

[Havocman]

originally posted by Drive South on 09-22-2000 at 11:46 am

Russell Ellis


Russell Ellis had been driving for over two hours now. He had started off in a pea soup like fog that had severely hampered what should have been pleasant nighttime drive.

But the fog was gone now, replaced by a driving rain, a rain that froze as it fell to the earth. But he drove on, until once more the elements changed, this time to white snowflakes that reflected the headlights from the rental car he drove back into his eyes and made seeing a chore.

Russell hated being on unfamiliar roads and to make it worse, these roads were not even in his home country, and the weather was making this a tough trek through this mountainous region.

He’d been sent to this remote island nation on a computer startup assignment. Being away from home made him antsy, made him unsure, uneasy and this unexpected bad weather just magnified those feelings and where did this weather come from anyway, this was a near tropic island. Russell assumed the climbing in altitude had brought on this climatic outburst.

Finally a break in the weather - - -

As if someone had snapped their fingers and commanded the weather to clear, it did. And for Russell, it was just in the nick of time. He had become completely disoriented and as he drove from the blinding winter storm into a clear crisp cold winter night atop a mountain, he had to brake hard to avoid the dead end of the road he had taken.

Exiting the car, he stepped into the frigid night air and a shiver ran across his body, sending chills through him. Baffled by the abrupt change in weather, he surveyed the surroundings, trying to orient himself.

He turned to walk around to the rear of the car and that’s when the castle came to view. Tall spires highlighted the structure, casting long dark shadows in the full moonlight. A mesmerizing glow, aura surrounded the castle and drew Russell to the front door. There were sounds coming from inside, sounds he couldn't identify, sounds that were strange to his ear.

Cold and lost, Russell decided this was his best hope at finding someone who could help him was here, reaching for the huge door knocker, the door opened intuitively, allowing him to enter the dark entrance way. Now strange smells were added to the strange sounds that assaulted his senses, alluring scents, scents that registered at a subconscious level as erotic scents.

Russell was a sucker for aromas, and this seemed to lure him into the seemingly deserted castle .....



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Don't bother to pack your nylons
Just keep those pretty legs showin'
It gets hot down where we're going

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

OOC Note: Ok, I know it's been a little too long, but I got caught up in real life issues, as I do from time to time. (A little more often than I'd like to admit, actually). Anyhow, for those of you who have been waiting to see what happens next, I apologize for keeping you all in suspense for such a long time. Now, without further ado...the continuation of the story.

She became aware of the arrival of the stranger as soon as he stepped across the threshold. She could sense his presence like an animal can sense evil. She knew he was there..and knew he had no idea what he'd just walked into. She couldn't help but laugh to herself. Some humans just -asked- for trouble. She keeps her current outfit on as she grabs a long, slinky silken nightgown so sheer it's almost transparent. Putting it on, she turns and steps towards the door to her room...dimissing her tail and wings as she does so. The appendages seem to simply meld into her back and become just another part of her skin...and any trace of them is long gone. It's just a part of the illusion she likes to cultivate when around humans.

Make them all think she's just as human as they are..and when she's gained thier trust completely..spring the trap on them before they can even realize they walked into one. She smiles to herself as she steps from her room and out into the brightly lit hallway. The stone walls seem almost foreboding...but the torches that dot them every foot or so keep the ill feelings at bay with a sensation of homeliness.....or, as much of a sense of homeliness one can get when inside a large, strange castle in the dead of night and in the middle of a snowstorm that seemed to have just jumped out of nowhere.

As she moves down the long hallway, she wonders to herself just what kind of person happened to wander into her abode at such a late hour...Well, actually, it's never too late for her. She only sleeps when there's nothing better to do..when there's nothing on her agenda left that has to be done. But, she does know how humans operate..and having one come here in the dead of night..and just kind of wander inside without invitation, is something that perplexes her, and arouses her natural sense of curiosity. Pulling the sheer nightgown about herself, she rubs her chin almost thoughtfully, steps taking her from the hallyway and out into the main antechamber...where the other man would find himself, having just entered.

She's standing now at the top of a large, twin spiral staircase, leaned casually against the top of the bannister as she looks down t her new vic...er, guest...a smile coming to her lips as she speaks with a voice that seems to come from every man's fantasy.

"...Nice of you to drop in. ..Nasty weather we're having lately, hmm? ...You look chilled to the bone. Wait right there, and make yourself at home. I'll be down quickly."

She turns with that, grinning to herself as her eyes flash with a devilish light. This one's going to be fun to play with...she can tell just by looking at him. Stepping from the staircase, she steps through an adjacent door, and into a large lounge-type room. She prepares a couple glasses of brandy..good for cold winter nights like this one. She pulls up two chairs before the fire..spacing them apart just close enough to be comfortable. After that, she smiles to herself once more, and steps back out to the upper balcony, looking down to her guest.

"Well, alright then. ..Come on up, won't you? ..I've got a nice fire going, and a drink ready for you to help dull the chill." She smiles amiably...the smile of a hostess for her guests, and gestures with a hand for the man to come up the stairs...waiting. Little does he know that behind that smile of sweet kindness..there's a devil, waiting like a coiled snake for the right moment to strike. ....Not that she'd kill him or anything. That's just too macabre.

No, she'll more than likely make him into a slave of some sort. ..Maybe someone to rub her feet after a long night...rub some oil into her shoulders every now and again. Someone she can have bathe her and dry her off with a large towel. .....And someone she can kick around when things go wrong in the domestic circle...much like people tend to kick a cat or a dog. She's not the cruellest of people...but certainly not the best, either.

 

[ranajja]

“Okay, and since when did I become the marines?”

She paced back and forth, arguing…with herself, it seems. She wasn’t young, but she wasn’t old, and she was quite human, with a little something…extra…

Her name is Callai, and long ago she volunteered to be a host to, well, for lack of a better word, an angel…but not exactly an angel…

She’s only seen him once, the night of their “melding”…and since that time they’ve shared everything…thoughts, emotions, memories…especially memories…

And this particular “angel” has a history, it seems, with a certain, well, for lack of a better word, a demoness…but not exactly a demoness…

And what a history it was…and still is, she thought to herself. Callai closed her eyes as a wave of—pleasure? Apprehension? Both?…prickled and danced across her skin. The last time they shared a memory, it had turned into much, much more….

<Apparently, he does not know the danger he is in> came the reply in her mind.

He calls himself Callain, to make it easier on her, she supposed. He has had many names throughout history, but his past names are unimportant…for now…

“Well, how in the hell did that guy get to her castle, anyway? What does she want with him?”

<I do not know.>

“But you think I should find out?” Part of her wanted him to say no, that part of her that wanted to stay safe, sane, comfortable. But another part of her wanted to go, to rescue the poor fly that has fallen into the spider’s web…

Aw, who was she kidding? There were other reasons she wanted to go…and not all of them noble…

She sighed. As Callain well knew, the hunger for Lillith is not sated for long….

 

[DriveSouth]

“Well, well, well” ..... Russell thought, “This may not be as bad as it had appeared.”

A warm, dry shelter ..... and a warm hostess.

He chose the staircase to his left, as it’s upper landing was adjacent to the room that his sultry hostess had slipped into. From his vantage point at the foot of the stairs, he had been taken aback by her seeming lack of “proper attire”. Rather forward for a total stranger he’d thought, not that it had bothered him mind you.

Reaching the top step, the smell that permeated the castle intensified, such an unknown scent he thought, such an alluring scent. Following his hostess into the large room, he was pleasantly surprised by the amenities of the room, the fireplace was aglow with a roaring fire. A modern bar in the far corner, a billiard table in the opposite corner, a dart board near by, all looked out of place in this Camelot like setting. Continuing his perusal of the room he was intrigued by the paintings the hung throughout the room, they all appeared to be antique, all had an eerie quality about them.

Stepping closer to the fireplace, to the cozy chairs that have obviously been placed before the fire, his gazed fell onto his hostess.

Her beauty was captivating, no, mesmerizing was more a more apt description her beauty. As Russell reach to take the warm glass of brandy from her, he allowed his hand to gently feel the back of hers as she cupped the brandy snifter in her palm with the stem resting between her middle fingers. A jolt, a shock, a wave swept across him, leaving him just dazed enough to reach for the back of the chair for support. Gaining stability again, he tried not to appear too obvious, but her red teddy made it hard (No pun intended he chuckled to himself.....) and the borders of her aerolea were just visible enough to give away the darkness of her nipples. But Russell was a leg man, and the garter she wore framed her thighs as though they were a work of art, a Michael Angelo on private display for him.

“I’d better sit before I fall.” he thought, moving around to the front of the chair, he took his place before the fire, for support of his shaky knees and to hide the effect she was having on his awakening manhood.

He breathed in the brandy and tasted the liquor, “God this is a smooth bottle of brandy.” The words had slipped out before he had been able to control his tongue, not a very “cool” opening, he forced himself to hush, forced a silence, wanting for the right words, for the right moves, he once more was at a loss for words, so he allowed his eyes to explore his hostess again, this time with no regard for what she may think of his obvious lust.

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

She can only sit and smile at him..while on the inside she is laughing quite uproariously. She hasn't lost her touch in all these millenia, and it's doubtful she ever will. The Dark Lady is the embodiment of lust and desire...the personification of all the qualities that make a woman so.....well, womanly. She's everything a man could want, and perhaps more..which explains well the whole fact that she even brought an angel to her.

She watches her guest as he stares at her, smiling and not helping to give a small laugh at the way he fumbles with his words. It's to be expected...no normal man can stand in the presence of the Dark Lady and expect to have a clear mind. ...No normal man, anyway. And when he touches her hand, she takes silent pleasure in watching his knees nearly give out on him. But, she continues to play her part, and feigns concern. Seeing him stumble, her hand moves out for his shoulder to steady him.

"Are you quite alright, Sir?", her voice at this point is one of a sweet-hearted woman with genuine concern for the health and well-being of her guest. "Perhaps you -should- sit down. You look a bit pale. I do fear that it seems you may have caught the bug out there in that fearsome weather." She smiles, helping him sit in the chair, and grinning ever so slightly from the corner of her ruby lips as her eyes catch the ever-growing bulge in his lap.

She grins lightly, sitting down across from him and listening to his spontaneous outburst about his enjoyment of the brandy. ...And indeed, the drink -is- pretty smooth. It goes down like water..barely stings the back of one's throat, and warms the inside better than a hot cup of cocoa could ever do.

It's at that moment that her attention is snagged by a feeling that is all too familiar. .....One word, one name, forms itself in her mind. "Callain..." ...The mental call goes out, and almost all thought of her current guest is thrown to the wind as she moves to the window, looking out it to the snow-covered landscape about her. She bites her lip, sighting Callai. She remembered the woman, as well...and her desire for Callain was matched by her desire for Callai, just as strongly. It is then her gaze goes to the man in the chair, and her thoughts begin to set into motion.

She knows now why Callain is coming here. He desires her, for one...and he has come to "save" this man....though in all honesty, her only intention with him was to simply be a tease. She wanted to test out the effect her new clothes would have on men...and maybe a woman or two.

Thinking now, she can honestly say to herself that the only lover she's been thinking of, or yearning for, has been Callain. She's becoming to think less and less of seduction and deciet and lies..and more about trying to extinguish the flame that burns in her heart and her thighs whenever she thinks of him. The only way to do that is to have him...to have Callain. She desires him and Callai about as much as they desire for her..and like they when it comes to thier hunger for her, her own hunger for them never stays satiated for long. Still, though...it'd be a shame to have to send her new guest home. She rubs her chin slightly, thinking quickly..then nods to herself almost immediately.

She turns to the man, smiling once more. "I'm so sorry I have to do this, but I must be off for just a few moments to go attend to something. This is a large castle, as you can see..and I've lack of servants these days. Make yourself comfortable, and if you get hungry, you'll find whatever you'd want in the fridge. I do apologize for this, Sir...but I will be only a few moments." She bows graciously to the man, then turns and hurriedly steps out of the room, closing the door behind her. Once she does, she closes her eyes..her mind forming its link as always with Callain. ....She can see him now, in her mind's eye, and she is almost trembling now with anticipation. She wants to see him so badly. Whispering a soft word, she is gone from that upper hallway..fading into a mist scented heavily with lavender.

...And she reappears just before Callai, still dressed in what she was before, her wings tightly clasped about her form. Her raven tresses are borne by the wind, and sway gently in the chill breeze. Her fathomless eyes of violet focus on Callai's face, and a smile comes to her lips. ..But...this smile is strangely enough not fake at all...but genuine.

"Callai....Callain. ...I was hoping you'd come to me again. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you...about the meeting..the bonding of our three souls and essences. I've been wanting and needing you both. I hunger for you as I've hungered only once before,for you Callain. Now, my hunger has grown to twice its proportions...and now you are here."

She takes a step forward, wings unfurling from her body, revealing the transparent silken own...the red lace teddy. She smiles, spinning quietly in front of Callai.

"What do you think? ...I..tried to find something that I thought you'd appreciate. I sat all night thinking about it before I came up with a few ideas that I thought you'd enjoy."

She seems almost like an innocent girl, wanting the approval of her lover. ...But, it's just another part of the puzzle that forms Lillith herself. She bites her lip, looking to Callai, though she speaks to them both because she knows they can both hear her, and both answer her just as well. "Do you..like it? I wanted to wear something for just the both of you."

And though it seems a tad rude and perhaps discourteous, she's forgotten all about her guest in the room upstairs at this point..but he won't be left out of this scene. She only forgets him now because of her yearning for Callai and Callain..her eagerness to see them both nearly turns her into a child with expectance and anticipation. She's vibrant...bright and awake....and she feels so...so....-alive- when she senses thier presences. Somewhere, deep inside of herself, she feels it stirring...that human desire, that womanly yearning for love and affection.

For her, it's been nothing but sex, lies, and deciet..but with Callai and Callain...she feels no need to lie, or to cheat, or to decieve. In all honesty..what she really wants from them is what every woman wants....true love. She yearns for it, deep down inside..dreams of it every now and again. How sweet it would be to actually -have- someone there for her in the mornings. She knows she could have any man she wanted..but none of them can give her the true, honest love that she seeks.

And so, now she stands before Callai, watching her, her violet orbs twinkling with life and anticipation and hope...yes, she actually hopes they -will- like the outfit.

.......And another part of her wishes with everything she has to give that the love she so desires...the affection and care that she yearns for can be found with these two.

....She'd give up everything, just for the chance at true love.

.....Even all her power..and all her unnatural beauty...for what good is it all for her if it can never grant her the thing she wants the most?

 

[DriveSouth]

Déjà vu all over again, or was it, or more to the point …. What the hell was going on?

Wasn’t He just sitting in the presence of an enchanting female … Didn’t he feel the electricity in her touch as she passed the brandy he sipped … Hadn’t he been lost in the allure of her perfect thighs?

But she wasn’t here. Not now.

Replaced by a “floral feeling” rather than a scent, for it’s headwaters sprang from inside him.

Rising, Russell gulped the last few sips of the brandy. He set the snifter on the corner of the bar and things came back to him … the storm … the castle …the lounge … but he was sure there had been a girl, no … a woman.

Back into the hall, the spiral staircase was familiar, but the expanse of the long hall to the right call to him. As his steps were highlighted by the torches that lined the way he proceded deeper into the castle. Step by step, deeper and deeper into her private lair.

There was an opening, a door to his left … a bedroom. Russell stepped in, the room’s furnishings were perfectly set, as old as the castle structure itself. Examining the iron bed with his fingertips, “hand forged” he thought … how old must this bed be? The same for the oval mirror that stood near the head of the bed.

As he moved in front of the mirror he looked around the reflection of the room. The pile of lingerie on the bed captured his eye. Off the top he took a black silk chemise and white thong panty. Slowly he raised the articles of clothing to his face, to is nose. He breathed in the smell of the the former occupant and once again he was sure she’d been real, but how could she have just ………

If she was real, was this her room … her mirror. Had she stood before this mirror … had she worn these clothes … had she looked approvingly upon her figure as he had? As he ran his palms over the satin sheets he thought … was this her bed …had she slept here … had she worn these clothes in this bed … had she writhed in pleasure, in passion in this bed … in these clothes?

 

[ranajja]

Once she arrived on this plane, Callai knew it would not take long for Lillith to notice her presence. Callai looked around this winter landscape, shivering a little as the unearthly chill creeps into her bones...and Lillith is suddenly there, the cold wind whipping her long dark locks around her, violet eyes drawing Callai in...

Callai watches this exquisite woman…feels her throat ache at the unblemished beauty…and closes her eyes, blushing at the desire in Lillith’s eyes…

Then she feels it…the familiar tingling, crawling of skin that signals the transformation..Callai feels his yearning, the ache to touch, to capture those red, moist lips with his own…and Callai abruptly turns away, flinching at the raw desire, the overpowering hunger…

“Slow down, big boy,” she thinks firmly, “If this is going to work, we must see if I can do this..by myself.”

A long pause…

<Acknowledged. I will…observe…>

“I’ll just bet you will,” she thinks to herself, allowing a small smile.

Callai wants this…Lillith…for him..and for herself, as well, but…this is new, untried, as much of life has been since their melding…Callai is not sure where Callain ends and she begins, not altogether sure of anything, where Lillith is concerned...

And yet, as she turns back to Lillith, Callai is surprised by the…earnestness there…and is disarmed by it…

 

[DriveSouth]

Let's see now .....

Stepping up to the large antique armoire he slowly opened the doors. Exposing some hanging garments to the left and some pull out drawers to the right. Squatting, he pulled the bottom drawer. The collection of garters was breath taking ... he reached into the bin and removed a handful of lace and ran his fingers through it. Soft as he’d ever felt.

The next drawer up was filled with the companions to the garters, stockings. White, red, black, any color you might need. Seams ran the length of each one. There were small fishnet, medium fishnet and large fishnet, all of them had the scent of his dream. He moved on to the next drawer, and finally, the panties. Russell emptied the drawer, one pair at a time. Methodically he removed each pair from the drawer, holding each by the sides, holding them up before his eyes, trying with all the imagination he could muster to imagine her, to imagine these panties on her ... the soft elastic of the waist band gripping her hips ... the legbands riding up, riding into her most private parts.

The upper most drawer was fill with assorted bras that this lovely vision donned to support and highlight her breast. Some closed in the back, but most were the kind Russell preferred, front closure. Some provided full coverage for the wearer, some left the upper half of the breast exposed for those low cut gowns that he knew would attract attention.

And some were even lower cut, they were simple push-up bras that fit snugly underneath the breast, pushing them up and causing the nipples to be pushed out, as if for display purposes.

The hanging clothes provided more of a glimpse into the type woman who belonged to this castle, to this room, to these clothes. Silks, satins and laces filled the remainder of the armoire. Silk teddies and camisoles. Satin and lace chemises. She had impeccable taste in lingerie and the past hour had flown by.

Russell could nearly feel her as he held the under garments that she had surely worn. He revelled in exploring her secret “un-mentionables” as his grandmother had called them. He felt perfectly naughty touching these garments that had touched her, touched every private part of her, and now he played like a school boy with her sexy clothes.

Russell suddenly felt uneasy, an almost chill moved across him, over his body. He looked around the room, underclothes he had explored were scattered all over the bed and he knew the root of his uneasiness ... nosing around her room would surely bring her out of hiding, if in fact she existed.

[Edited by DriveSouth on 10-03-2000 at 12:36 PM]

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

She watches Callai, watches her struggle with her two sides, and steps closer..listening to her speak with Callain..hearing his unspoken answer. She knows there is some plan..some ulterior motive that brought them both here. Perhaps it's her plans with that man? ...Or do they both desire her as she desires them? She slips her arms around Callai's shoulders, looking into her eyes as she turns to look at her.

"How is it that you and Callain share the same body? ...I have always wondered, and pondered..and been so curious as to what the real answer is, to the two of you." She gets straight to the point, with her question. It -has- been on her mind, ever since thier joining..and she hasn't stopped wondering about it in the middle of her growing desire for them. Ever since thier joining, she's been wanting them..needing them..yearning and waiting for them to return. And how, here they are. She keeps her fathomless orbs of violet locked upon Callai's eyes, looking deep into them, holding her entranced with just the sheer power of her gaze.

"I can see you inside there, Callain. ..I can see your eyes, somewhere behind hers..and I know you are watching. ...And in light of that fact...as long as you are watching, I might as well give you that which you desire."

Tracing the smooth skin of her palm over the side of Callai's face, holding her gaze fast with her own, she leans in and presses a soft, feathery kiss to Callai's lips, eyes closing in silence as she doesso. The kiss is soft, sweet, and lingering...carrying with it thoughts of hot, sweating bodies locked in passionate embrace..thoughts of sweat and moans and heat...of writhing pleasure...of flesh rubbing against flesh...lips to lips...body to body.

She then pulls away...and her wings burst forth from her back, followed by her tail....the former slowly moving to fold around Callai's body and pull her close...thier warm, leathery texture soft as silk where they meet her skin. Her tail follows suit, slowly wrapping about her thigh...and thusly, does Lillith have Callai trapped against her, lips pressing to her own one again. Her hand rests upon her cheek, gently caressing, while the other rests upon her shoulder. She pulls away a moment later, whispering within Callai's ear as she places soft, breathy kisses against it.

"Why don't we retire to my bedroom? ..The three of us, together once more...loving each other as we did that time before. ..I can give you so much pleasure...please you in every way you have ever imagined...be a part of every fantasy you have ever had. ..I'll bring you to orgasm after orgasm...never stopping, wanting more. I want you, Callai...and you, Callain. ...You are the only people to have ever aroused my desire so deeply. Let us retire to my bedroom...so we can spend the next nights and days discovering what pleasures we cannot bring one another..?"

She looks into her eyes, watching her now, wings still about her, and her tail still curled about her thigh. She brushes her fingertips over her cheek..the tips of her nails tickling her skin...watching her and awaiting her answer....thier answer.

 

[ranajja]

It would be very easy now, to submit, to abandon all reason and give in to Lillith’s every whim…she closed her eyes with a sigh…too easy…

“Actually,” Callai said, slowly opening her eyes, “I am chilled to the bone. I’d love a drink, a strong one, please, and a fire.”

Her heart was hammering…or was it his?…easy now, slow down…don’t blow it…

Callai’s lips tingled where Lillith had brushed them…fascinating…

Callai wanted more…wanted to experience more…her nagging apprehensions begging her to slow down…but Lillith’s nearness was—almost—too much…

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

She grins ever so slightly at her words. "A drink, you said? ...Chilled to the bone? ....Yes, I suppose I can understand. The weather here does leave a little something to be desired." She keeps her arms and wings about Callai's body, watching her face. "So then...a strong drink for you, and a warm fire. I've just the thing to warm you up." With a grin, and a whispered word, the two fade from existence in a mist scented of lavender.....only to reappear within such in the same room her guest is....or was supposed to have been left in. Once she reappears there, she looks about..her first thought going to the whereabouts of the other man.

With a slight frown, she figures she knows where he perhaps wandered off to. Arms and wings unfurl from Callai's body, and she looks to her, smiling. "Could you wait here for just a moment, love? It seems I'll have to go fetch a wandering lamb." She grins as she steps back, tracing her thumb over Callai's lips, before turning and making her way out of the room with the smooth grace that is always present in every move she makes.

Her steps take her down the hallway, to another door some ways off from the den. It is this room she enters, and it is this room that her other guest has found himself in. Her brow arches slightly as she takes in the sight...the man crouched before her wardrobe, various articles of clothing strewn about him, with another article of lace or silk in his hands. Her own hands move to her hips, and though on the inside she is smiling, on the outside she's playing the part of the insulted woman.

"And just what do you think you are doing, rooting through all my clothes? ...Don't you know that's incredibly rude? I hope you're planning on putting them all back."

And, in her inner mirth, she forgets to do away with her wings, or her tail. Her wings are folded nicely against her back, and her tail is curled ever so slightly about her smooth, slender leg. She may have just "caught" her guest in her things...but what reaction would one give, to see a woman with wings and tail, standing before them, wearing clothing that does very little to hide her most sensual parts..?

 

[DriveSouth]

Finally!!

OOC:
As you said before, sometimes real life interrupts playtime. My apologies for the delay.

IC:

Russell squatted there between the armoire and the lovely woman … or was she a woman … she was whoever/whatever he had seen earlier.

He stood slowly…. Slowly approached her …

He stepped to her left, looking her up … another step and looking her down …Yes; those were apparently wings, right there before him.

He stepped on around, continuing his perusal of the beautiful female figure before him and there was one thing he knew at this point, she/it whatever … she was most definitely a she, yes, and a female of whatever she was. And she was 100% female. Russell stepped back in front of her and once more looked her up and down, her tail, yes, as goofy as it sounded to him; her tail gently followed the curve of her thigh as it descended to the floor. A final wrap around her sleek ankle before it ran out onto the floor between them.

He stepped closer to her, closer than he’d been before and smoothly reached to feel her cheek, with the back of his hand he eased his hand along her high cheek bone and reassured himself that she was real.

Reassure? What was he thinking?

This winged, tailed, gorgeous female stood before him, completely exposed in her “leave nothing to the imagination” outfit that she had met him in. The red teddy was still nice, but the garters in addition to her tail highlighting her legs was near sensory overload…

Unsure of his words, he finally spoke. “Are you real? Who are you? What are you?”

 

[ranajja]

“Oh, she’s quite real. Too real,” came a low voice from behind Lillith.

Callai entered the room quietly, slowly walked around Lillith, eyes drinking her in…

“As to who she is…well, if I told you now, you probably wouldn’t believe me.”

Callai crossed to the bed, a wonder of soft luxury, turned and leaned lightly against the elaborate bedpost. She had apparently helped herself to brandy, delicately holding a fragile glass, twirling the brandy lightly. She inhaled the sharp rich aroma.

“But, what she is...is deadly...decadent,” she closed her eyes, “and…intoxicating…” Her voice broke, husky with emotions she could not contain…

<Slow down…saaavor thissss> Callain’s thoughts lightly calmed her, even as his desire alternately turned Callai’s skin to fire and ice. His hunger bled through the “meld”, threatening to overwhelm her, as before…

Callai turned to the bed, stretched out her hand to rub the silken coverlet, her touch releasing the distinct smell of lavender…and more…

Callai’s gaze returned to Lillith, awed by her exotic beauty, made her heart beat faster…she felt unsure of all save this: this desire was unrelenting, but by no means unpleasant…

Her eyes never leaving Lillith, Callai took a slow sip of the brandy…



[Edited by ranajja on 10-14-2000 at 11:21 PM]

 

[Tyriel]

OOC: Just out of curiosity, does this Lilith have anything to do with "Moragan/ Lilith/ Demitri" ??

 

[ranajja]

OOC: i hate ooc's, but, since you've brought it up...

well, to your "just out of curiosity", or JOOC: hmmmm, i really don't think so, but to know for sure, I'd ask LV herself....

This is the most recent of a set of three threads, the beginnings of which are here:

http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?threadid=13179

 

[ranajja]

Part 2 continues here:

http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?threadid=13907&pagenumber=1


"After these messages, we'll be riiiiiight back...."

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

Her eyes flick, back and forth, between the two of them, and the inevitable smile comes to her lips. "...Even if you don't believe it..the truth will, eventually, show you the reality of your situation. I am Lillith...the Dark Lady." She grins a bit, stepping up to the man, eyes holding his gaze fast.

"I am as old as this world that you walk on....and perhaps, older. I have seen every event in history unfold before my eyes, since the beginning. I've seen life begin, flower, flourish, and end countless times."

She steps around the man, her hand drifting over his shoulder as she stands behind him, looking to Callai before them. She smiles again. "..But...what does it matter who or what I am? ..I am by all means very real...and right now..." ...She turns the man's head towards her, leaning forward to brush her lips against his own...continuing to speak with a soft whisper afterwards. "...Right now, I hunger for the pleasures of the flesh.."

Her eyes flick towards Callai, and, moving away from the man, she slowly walks over to her...arms coming forth to slip under her own and pull her close...eyes slipping closed as she finds her lips with her own...gently and slowly flickering her tongue over her lips. At the same moment, she seems to beckon to the other with her tail, to come join them....

 

[DriveSouth]

OOC:

No guys, you are both wrong, Tyriel and ranajja, Lillith Crane, Frasier Crane's ex-wife, remember her now?

IC:

Russell couldn’t believe his eyes, his ears, his nose ...

Two magnificent female creatures stood before him.

One dressed, barely dressed in red, sporting wings and a tail, also she sported a very shapely pair of legs, voluptuous breast that nearly spilled out of the teddy she wore and a gaze that mesmerized.

The second was someone he’d never seen before, and was unsure where she’d come from, but he really didn’t care. He’d already given her a name in his head, “Red”, as her shoulder length red hair gently framed her face, setting her green eyes aglow. She wore jeans that fit her tightly and a top whose straps did a woefully inadequate job of concealing her sheer bra straps. She had no interest in Russell, he almost felt as if were non-existent to her, her eyes fixed upon the winged beauty.

He had decided this was real enough for him to go along, with the scene that was developing before him, he could for sure go long.

Lillith beckoned him, albeit with her tail, he was positive she/it had summoned him ...

He eased his way forward, toward the bed and the two women who stood before it and embraced one another. Russell stepped up behind Lillith and eased himself down onto his knees. Unsure of his reason, he had decided to join in and that he was going to begin right here with this splendid tail that was so fascinating to him.

He reached out to touch it with his finger tips and was surprised at a subtle softness that invited him to touch her, to feel her tail. Slowly and sensually he gripped it with his hands, filling them both as he caressed the soft, muscular appendage. As he worked his way up, it’s thickness increased as did it’s sensitivity.

As he neared the base, the tail encircled him as to hug him. It gently wrapped around him a caressed his lower legs even as he was stroking and caressing the upper reaches of it.

Russell stood, freeing himself from the gentle grip that had held him. Stepping closer to Lillith, closer behind her, his feet straddled her tail and he stepped closer, till he was pressing into her, pressing his body against her back. His manhood throbbed as he pressed it against the thickness of her tail. He allowed his hands the freedom to travel her sides, along the outsides of her legs, up over her hips, pausing at her hips. With a hand on each hip, he steadied himself there behind her as she toyed with the sweet redhead before her. He moved his head so that he was able to look over the shoulder of Lillith into the eyes of “Red” as Lillith’s tongue flickered over her lips.

 

[ranajja]

The slow, gentle touch of Lillith's lips, her nearness, her scent...she was tender, insistent, inviting...Callai felt her reservations begin to crumble, her skin yearn to be touched, kissed, caressed...

Callai opened her eyes, not wanting to miss a single sensation, and saw his smouldering dark eyes, his lips parted in almost a snarl, saw desire burning there, as well...

<She desires both of you, and she will have you...>

She groaned, mind spinning with the possibilities, and probabilities this night would bring...the enormity of the situation finally registered, and knew there was no turning back. The ache between her legs would not be ignored. Visions of pleasure bombarded her brain, some ancient memories of profound love-making, some fanasties yearning to be filled...

Lillith...tentatively, Callai tasted deeper, responding shyly with lips, and tongue...

 

[DriveSouth]

Russell looked into the young redhead’s eyes. The depth of passion was unfathomable. He had expected as much from Lillith, but this surprised him in Red.

Standing there behind Lillith as the two tenderly kissed - as they slowly lost themselves - wanting to touch, he moved his hands to the sides, one hand to each side of the pretty women. He moved his finger tips to the place where their bodies met and touched both, simultaneously. He felt the shock of the instant and wondered if they had felt it too.

His digits traced that magic line where their bodies met, beginning as low as he could reach without stooping, he began just below their hips. The differences between the two were erotic. Their temperature - Lillith was warmer, feverish, Russell convinced himself that it was due to the nature of “whatever” Lillith was. Red on the other hand was cool to his fingers. Lillith’s skin was hardly covered, Red's was clothed as if she'd just walked in off the street, the contrast intrigued him.

The curves of their hips were nearly perfectly matched, “Like a matched set he thought to himself.” As good as it felt, their hips, he could not linger for he was receiving a higher calling ...

As the pair stood there face to face, tenderly kissing, Russell’s fingertips were being summoned higher, called by the place where the breast of the two women stood nipple to nipple. Lillith’s skin beneath her teddy pressing into the cotton clad flesh. Red’s cotton top masked the real feel of her skin, but he could feel the”shape, the curve” of the soft underside of her breast.

He was all of a sudden feeling overwhelmed and stepped back, taking a rather abrupt seat on the edge of the old iron bed...




[Edited by DriveSouth on 10-20-2000 at 08:35 AM]

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

She could fee his hands travelling thier bodies as they kissed..her tongue forcing its way deeper into Callai's mouth. It is all so delightfully delicious to her..and it's all she can do to keep her mind rooted in reality. Her body flames with the touch of the man's hands upon her smooth skin...her blood boils with passion as with every moment, the desire grows stronger, and the ache between her legs grows harder and harder to ignore.

At last..she simply cannot take it anymore and, pulling Callai into her arms, she carries her over to the large bed, laying her upon it where, sometime ago, somewhere in the past, she had made love with Callain. She sets the woman softly and gently down upon the bed, hands deftly slipping away the cotton shirt..eyes smouldering with passion barely contained as she lays over her, lips beginning to chart thier territory. Her tail lashes back and forth in silence as she does so, eyes closed. Such bliss...such wonderful, sweet, abandoned bliss. As her lips explore, her hands move upwards...along her own body...the red teddy soon being discarded..and the Dark Lady now lays over Callai in all her stark, breathless beauty. She rests upon her fully, smooth, nude body pressed gently to Callai's, tail curling about her thigh as her lips kiss and nibble upon her neck. There are no words to speak at this moment. Only sensations to experience. She lets the passion begin to sweep her away..and her tail uncurls a moment from Callai's thigh to again gesture for the man to come forward......there's no question now what she wants from him, at this point.

 

[DriveSouth]

Russell heeded the call of the tail once more...

He was no fool. He could see the passion roiling between the two women. Moving around on the bed, he got into position near Callai’s waist. Lillith had left enough room for him to get to Callai’s belt and jean snaps.

Slowly he eased the buckle of the belt loose, trying his best not to distract from the kisses to the neck that Lillith applied so adeptly. The leather belt fell back over her hips and cleared a path to the snaps on the front of her jeans. Russell continued here, with the front closure of her jeans. The snap was easy, but he’d never been real good at someone else’s zipper. Shortly he was done though and soon enough he had the front of her jeans opened peeled back like the skin of a banana. Exposing her panties, soft cotton, with the hint of a string trailing of to either side, disappearing into her jeans.

He now moved on, placing himself between Callai’s gently parted legs.

He had to reach between Lillith’s legs in order to completely remove Callai’s jeans. With the greatest of care, he worked his way into position; there between Callai’s legs and reaching under and between Lillith’s, he gradually eased he jeans down, till he needed assistance, needed Callai to lift herself, her hips. On cue she obliged, gently eased her hips off the bed, allowing Russell to slide his hands down along her hips, pushing her jeans along the way.

Past her hips, he went back, back to retrieve the panties; he pulled them down, catching up with the jeans. As he freed her knees from the constraints of the jeans, he could sense the release in her as her legs parted softly, exposing her delicate flower to all.

Russell slid them off, over her ankles and discarded them to the floor.

He backed off and looked on, as an artist would look admiring upon his work.

What a delightful sight he thought …

 

[ranajja]

Callai moaned, her lips parting ever so slightly, thrilling at the touch of Lillith’s tongue…this was uncharted territory…other than the vision of past/future passions, Callai had no experience making love with a woman…these new thrilling sensations were…fascinating…

At the touch of Lillith’s body against hers—Callai felt almost drunk from the raw desire that pounded in her chest, and in her warmest, most secret place…

Through slitted eyes, she watched him move closer, anticipated his inevitable touch, but was surprised at the intensity of pleasure his gentle caresses brought…her skin was on fire where he touched her body, and Lillith’s…

The desire she felt was so strong, she felt overwhelmed, caught up in extraordinary emotions and sensual yearnings…it was almost frightening…

Then, suddenly, Lillith pushed Callai onto the bed. Sinking into the incredible softness, Callai panicked—too much! too fast!—she felt trapped, her heart beating in her chest like a captive bird…

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

Ancient words, old beyond knowing, powerful beyond comprehension. Released by divine command to the heart of mankind, and sung forth from the lips of angels in a tongue old when, well, dirt was young…

<Let my lover come to his garden and taste its choice fruits…How beautiful you are and how pleasing, o love, with your delights...>

Callai heard the words in her heart…heard Callain’s voice, soft and low…

<Easy, little one…relax, now, and enjoy this…I am here with thee…>

Then, Lillith deflty removed Callai’s shirt…Callai gasped as her nipples were exposed to the chill air…Callai always enjoyed the sensation of being…undressed…

As if on cue, she felt his hands at her waist, the felt the release as her belt fell open at her sides. Still learning to enjoy Lillith’s lovely mouth, Callai groaned as she felt her jeans slowly being stripped from her body…

The rough denim was pulled down her thighs, and Callai barely had time to revel in the cool air against her skin, when she felt his hands reach up and firmly pull her panties down, too…

Callai gasped at her sudden and complete nakedness, the vulnerability, the burning desire for more…more…

 

[DriveSouth]

Russell looked upon the young redhead and was pleased to see she was a “natural” redhead.

As Lillith once more allowed her body to rest on Callai, Russell was lost in the visual, lost in the imagery his eyes showed him. Lillith rested atop Callai and from between both their legs where he had positioned himself for removing Callai’s pants, the image of them - - - - there together was bliss. He was lost in his own predicament, unaware of what may or may not be going on between the two women up where their mouth’s met, mingled.

He had to be closer, had to get close enough to drink in their aroma, close enough to explore the core of them - - -

Yes, them - - - - he was awed by them - - - - but he didn’t allow this to deter him from proceeding.

He slowly, moved up to where they lay, to where the blossoming flower of each of them - - - - rested, merely inches apart. Lillith’s tail had sweetly slipped around Callai and now held her close and periodically pulled her closer, allowing the two to affectionately grind their hips against one another.

This was what had attracted him, their longing, their yearning for pleasure that each silently expressed. He longed to pleasure them, yes them - - - - closer, closer still.

Finally, he was close enough to breathe them - - - - in, to be completely caught up in the experience.

They weren’t expecting his touch, especially not the touch of his moist, warm tongue, but that is what they got. He began as low as he could and softly eased his way up, over her responsive rosebud up, passing over without pause over the delicate folds of her labia, teasing her pleasure button.

They lay there belly to belly, meaning that he passed from Callai’s button of pleasure to Lillith’s with an easy motion and continued to pleasure, Lillith now in the reverse order of Callai. On to her labia and the folds of skin that guarded her nether region and again, not pausing, moving onto her responsive rosebud and the base of the tail that called to him, summoned him.