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The Demon Queen

An Excerpt from a Life

By Lorelei_SandsPublished 3 years ago 7 min read
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The Demon Queen
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“What is it, Lilith?” spoke the demon beside her.

“I don’t know. I sense something new; change outside our realm.”

“There is nothing outside the realm, Lilith. There is just us.”

“You know that is not true Belmouth. You saw the others through the gate just as clearly as I.”

“Yes, but that was eons ago. Brief images of creatures of light. That gate has not shown itself since and neither have they.”

“I know, yet I cannot shake the feeling that something is coming. You have heard the changes in the lower pits. The creatures are louder.”

“Yes, and we will check them when the second sun rises. Now your meal grows cold, and I ache for you.”

Lilith smirked, of all her bed mates, her pets, Belmouth remained her favourite. He would always speak his mind and had never once tried to rule her outside of her bed. Their realm could be harsh, cruel even, and only the strong held onto power. The weak were dismissed, cast back down into the pits or found themselves food for the less discerning demons that looked to increase their power. Yet, her kind were also capable of tenderness, the bond between those she raised from the pits and their young was proof of that. Her realm had grown beyond all expectations, it filled her with joy but troubled her as growth brough with it new threats.

Her wings shimmered in the dimming light of the single red sun as she returned to the meal, dismissing her worries. Seating herself next to Belmouth she took the meat that was offered. Maybe he was right. Maybe her long years in charge of her stronghold and her hoard had her seeing phantoms in the shadows. But she was rarely wrong when she followed her senses. It had been her senses that had drawn her and others from the pits, from the dark place were all her kind had begun.

Lilith was drawn back into the present by Belmouth nuzzling at her neck. Lilith moaned as his sharp teeth grazed against her skin. Taking it as a sign to continue Belmouth’s clawed hands moved over her body, his talons tracing the line between her scaled side and her soft underbelly. He flattened his hands, his palms circling over her breasts, his movements becoming more forceful as her moans and gasps came quicker.

Lilith growled and pushed him back onto the furs that lay behind them. Lilith watched the demon below her as she straddled his hips, her warm, wet core rubbing against his already hard member. She ran her talons down the centre of his chest, revelling in his groans as he tried not to raise his hips to press his twitching member against her. She grinned as she pressed them into the soft flesh just above his groin, marking him and pressing him down as she raised herself slightly out of his reach.

“Beg for me, my pet,” she breathed.

“My queen, take me, please, use me as you will,” he moaned, his voice edged with desperation.

Lilith growled, the sound reverberating around the cavernous room as she lifted herself up and slid down onto his waiting shaft. She sat upright her wings spread behind her as she moved teasingly slowly up and down his hardness, her muscles tightening around him, drawing groans from him with every movement. Belmouth slid his hands down to her hips, steadying her, not daring to grasp her too tightly, fighting the urge to take control of her movements.

Lilith smirked, her eyes shining, reflecting the last of the sunlight. She pressed down on him, allowing his hardness to fill her, she rocked her hips against him. Belmouth slid one hand from her hips, teasingly slowly he drew his talons across her thigh before caressing her mound and sliding his thumb across her clit, circling it gently, barely touching her. She pressed harder against him as her frustration grew. As Lilith opened her mouth to admonish his teasing he increased the pressure on her clit and was rewarded with her throwing her head back and giving in to the pleasure his cock and hands provided. As her orgasm built her movements quickened her hands pressed to his chest to steady herself as lifted herself and thrust down hard onto his cock. Belmouth kept up the unrelenting pressure on her clit grasping the folds of skin between his thumb and forefinger and twisting as Lilith’s climax took hold of her and she shook as she thrust down onto him, crying out and digging her talons into his chest. Every muscle in her contracted and shuddered around him before she relaxed, her hands stroking his chest.

“Now, my pet, you may do as you wish with me.”

Belmouth needed no further invitation. Placing his arms around her, he flipped them over, his grin widening as he surveyed his panting queen laying trapped beneath his imposing form, his hard cock still firmly inside her. He brought his head down, his long tongue extended, licking down her neck, across her collar bone following the line of her breasts. She tightened around him once more, his weight and position stopping her from moving. He thrust deep into her revelling in her response as back her arched. Belmouth captured her nipple between his teeth, pulling and sucking roughly not releasing until her hand grasped his hair and the back of his head and tugged. He immediately released and moved his assault to her other nipple nipping and sucking at it until once again her fingers tightened and pulled at his thick locks.

Pleased with the effect he had on his queen, Belmouth grasped her hips, thrusting into her hard, making her gasp as he met the bundle of nerves that shot pleasure through her with each thrust. As she arched and gasped once more, Belmouth quickened his pace, his own pleasure building as he watched his queen squirm and moan beneath him. She clenched around him, drawing him in deeper with every thrust, gripping on to him tightly. As her breathing quickened and her talons split the flesh on his back he roared, his queen gave one last cry as she released and he thrust deep releasing his seed into her. He held his position against her as she shivered and gasped beneath him, pressed against her breast they rode out their high together before he pulled out and collapsed beside her.

Lilith gasped for breath, her heart pounding in tandem with Belmouth’s, she turned onto her side, flung her arm across his chest and nuzzled into his side. Only now, with him could she be vulnerable, only with him was she safe to let down her guard. She silently hoped to any power greater than her that this would never change.

Belmouth stroked his fingers through the queen’s raven black hair, the sound of their breathing and the crackling of the fire filling her chambers.

Lilith lifted herself onto her elbow, “What is it Belmouth, you are away with your thoughts again?”

Belmouth turned to face her, her beauty almost taking his breath away as it did every time he met her gaze, “It’s not anything really, I just wonder, we have laid together many times over the suns coming and going, yet unlike many of our kind we have produced no young.”

Fear flickered across her face, “Does this worry you?”

“No, I just wonder what determines which couplings produce young and which don’t, that is all. Do you never think about young of your own?”

She laid her head back on his chest her fingers tracing the line of his scales, “Not really, it would likely mean one more being vying for my throne when they grew.”

Belmouth kissed the top of her head, knowing when to drop a subject. He reached out and grabbed a fur they lay beside them and threw it across their entwinned bodies. “We should rest if you are determined to visit the pits when the second sun rises.”

Lilith nodded and snuggled in closer. She tried to dismiss the thought of young, but her mind was alive with the possibilities and questions that his thought had raised. Why had she never carried young, he was not her first or even only bed mate, yet she had never grown new life. Others that she had raised from the pits had, albeit only once and with a single mate. Slowly sleep overtook her troubled thoughts and her eyes closed, thought replaced with vivid dreams of the gate and a young female with an unrecognisable form.

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Lorelei_Sands

Professional copywriter and mother during the day. Poet, dabbler in fanfiction and erotica at night. I've been living with a long term chronic condition for over 20 years and I'm not ready to give up the fight yet. Glory or Valhalla.

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