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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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And still she sits, young while the earth is old,
And, subtly of herself contemplative,
Draws men to watch the bright web she can weave,
Till heart and body and life are in its hold.

—Excerpt from ‘Lilith’ by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Mark Glassner

I drifted through darkness. Something shook me. A voice called to me. I rose back into the light.

“…Mark, are you okay?”

I opened my eyes. Mary knelt next to me. I lay on the hardwood floors of the dining room, the room spinning around me. The sluts clustered around her, fear gleaming on all their flushed faces. I forced away a strange, bone-weary lethargy that had sunk down into my body.

“What happened?” I groaned.

“You passed out,” Mary said. “Lilith was mad at you for fucking her ass so she did her succubus thing on you and tried to drain your life force or whatever. How do you feel?”

“Fine,” I said, standing up. “I guess my wish for sexual stamina came in handy.”

“I sent Lilith away when you passed out,” Mary spat in anger. “Are you sure you’re fine?”

I kissed Mary, groping her breast. “I’ll fuck you right now if you want me to prove it?”

“Really,” she glanced down at my hardening cock. It brushed her shaved pussy.

“See,” I grinned with an arched smile, rubbing my shaft against her clit.

“Horny stallion,” Mary sighed before she let out a giggle and shook her head. “How about we head upstairs, hun?” She arched an eyebrow. “I’m still so fucking horny. So are you really up to it?”

My eyes ran up and down her sexy body, from her perky, freckled tits to her flat stomach and curvy hips. “Yeah. I could fuck you all night, Mare.”

Mary grabbed my hand, then grabbed Jessica’s hand. “Think you can handle the both of us?” Mary asked with a naughty smile. I grinned and she led us upstairs.

* * *

Lilith

My fingers squeezed about Mark Glassner’s neck. My pussy still dripped with his cum. The horny bastard thought he could fuck me whenever he wanted. Men were such disgusting pigs. I would have killed him if Mary hadn’t stopped me.

I had to obey her until she used her last boon.

My fingers passed harmlessly through Mark as he recovered. He had amazing stamina. I unleashed my full power on him. Our physical bodies had been touching, so there had been nothing to stop the drain of his sexual energy into my body. Already he sported a hard-on, eager to play with whores.

I relaxed my fingers. I was in the Shadow, the topmost layer of the Abyss. From here I could watch the real world without being noticed, but I couldn’t touch it. I lurked her, spying on Mark and Mary, waiting for my moment to fully escape the Abyss.

Right now I could leave and manifest in the real world, but only until Mary used her final boon. Then our contract would be complete and I would be banished back into the Abyss. For a little while. The first step in my escape plan had been achieved. My parole from the Abyss was inevitable now. But I would be so weak when I broke free. And, worse, I would be at Mark and Mary’s mercy.

I shuddered. I never wanted Mark to soil my body with his touch again.

I would need allies. Humans to serve me, to ready for my appearance. But I had no idea where I would find them. They had to be women. I would never let a filthy man serve me. I only fed off them. Nothing was more satisfying than stealing the virility of a man. Eating their sexual energy destroyed their stamina and broke the spirits. If they couldn’t get hard, they weren’t real men.

“What a pity you wished for unlimited sexual stamina,” I spat, drifting behind Mark as he led Mary and their new whore upstairs. The three of them were kissing and groping, their lust burning hot. They fell into bed, writhing in a pile of flesh. Such debauchery existed in this house. It was so distracting. My body burned, drinking it all in.

I needed to focus. To plot my escape. Lucifer thought to humiliate me with by giving me to these mortals. He would gnash his teeth and wail in despair when I finally escaped the Abyss. He could rot in the pits with the others. I would be free.

Maybe I should use one of his sluts. That would be so satisfying. But they were all under his thumb, and they all knew me. I wandered to Mark, studying his aura. Black chains led off from him, belonging to Thralls that weren’t in the house, while a thicker, red chain led down into the Abyss—his pact with Lucifer. A slimmer, red chain connected Mary and me.

I paused. Many chains led off of Mark. He had put many people under his power through casual commands and those chains were black and thin, but two of the chains leading out of the house were thick. As thick as the chains that bound the sluts sleeping beneath this roof. I brushed them. They were women. He had a pair of Thralls not in the house. Why?

I was just about to follow when a dream called to me, banishing my curiosity.

Somewhere nearby, a young man was having a wet dream, his youthful lust beckoning. I couldn’t resist even though I had glutted on Mark’s energy. I drifted out of the Shadows into the dreams, floating through a void of darkness. The dreams of mortals hung like stars around me. They all pulsed, some with fear and others with excitement or wonder.

The one I was drawn to pulsed red with lust.

I couldn’t resist it. It beckoned to me, singing in my mind. I touched the dream and instantly knew it belonged to Fred Wilson, eighteen. He was in the field kissing a black-haired woman as he struggled to get his cock in her.

I entered the dream, his youthful energy pouring into me. I drank it. I couldn’t devour all the energy, the dream wasn’t real and our connection wasn’t physical. Much of the energy was lost, but it was more than enough. I banished his dream girl.

“Well, well, well,” I purred as he rolled over. He had a compact body, pale and muscular. His cock was hard and thick. This was an idealized version that the scrawny virgin had dreamed up. I shuddered as his lust washed over me, his eyes locked on my perfect breasts. “What a magnificent cock.”

“Wh-who are you?” he groaned, licking his lips.

“I’m here to make all your dreams come true.” I stopped over him, his eyes falling down to my pussy covered by a thatch of silvery hair. His cock swelled harder. “I bet you want to stick your thick, hard cock into my pussy.”

“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned.

Every man did. None could resist my beauty.

I stroked his cock with my foot, pressing it down into his groin. He shuddered, his hips arching and rubbing his dick against my sole. I pressed harder, his pleasure turning into pain even as his cock throbbed. Confusion washed over him as he dealt with the duel sensations.

“You like that?” I asked, wiggling my foot.

“No,” he groaned. “I just want to fuck you. Why don’t we do that?”

“So eager,” I purred. “But you know there is a price to fuck me.”

“I’ll pay it!”

“You’ll never enjoy another woman,” I purred. “I’ll ruin you for them. Once your cock has had a taste for my cunt, no other woman will do.”

“Yes! Just fuck me! I need it so bad!”

“So desperate for my pussy, huh?” I laughed. Men were such pigs.

“Fuck, yeah! I need to get laid so bad!”

My foot slit off his cock. I leaned down, grasping his dick as I straddled him. He groaned as I rubbed it against my pussy. He groaned, his sexual energy flowing into me. I shuddered, my pussy growing wetter. Virgins were so sweet.

The tip of his cock entered my pussy. I groaned, twirling my hips as I worked more and more of him into me. My pussy slid down, engulfing his cock in my delights. He groaned again, his hands squeezing my hips as he pulled me down.

“Fuck, that’s amazing.”

“The best pussy you’ll ever experience,” I moaned as I slowly rode him, savoring his vigor slowly pouring into me. “The only pussy you’ll ever taste.”

“Oh, fuck! That’s amazing! Shit!” His face contorted. “Oh, damn, I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

I leaned over, letting his hands seize my pillowy breasts. He kneaded them as I rode him, grinding my clit into his pubic bone. My pussy milked his cock, drawing out more and more of his sexual energy. He groaned, his hips bucking his cock up into my pussy.

In the real world, his body was convulsing as I took more and more of his energy.

My pleasure grew. My hips writhed faster, swirling his cock around inside me. I savored his vitality. If he survived, he would be impotent. My body bucked, the pleasure swelling inside me. I loved this moment.

“Fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” he gasped. “So amazing! Oh, fuck! Your pussy is so hot!”

I slammed down on him, my pussy squeezing hard about his cock. I shuddered as my orgasm burst through me. I stole the last of his vitality as he spasmed beneath me. His cock erupted, flooding my pussy with dribbling cum.

“Yes!” I moaned, savoring the last vestiges of his vigor.

And then the dream collapsed. He had woken up or had died. He probably had woken up. He was young and had been virile. I drifted back into the Shadows. Mark was still fucking his women, his cock thrusting into Jessica’s ass while the whore ate his cum out of Mary’s cunt.

My anger boiled through me as my asshole remembered his cock’s invasion. “I will destroy you for fucking me!” I hissed at Mark as my futile fingers again attempted strangulation. “I will grind you into the muck for daring to claim I love cocks!”

* * *

Chantelle Paquet-Holub – Port Orchard, WA

“Master is amazing,” I said when I turned off the TV. The news was airing a recap on Master’s exploits. “I can’t wait until Friday.”

Part of me wanted to return to Master and Mistress, but they had ordered us to enjoy our honeymoon. And that ended on Friday. My wife, Lana, pressed up beside me, her naked breasts brushing my body.

“Me, too,” she purred in her Slavic accent as she nipped my ear, the narrow bed shifting as she humped her wet pussy into my ass.

We were staring in this delightful bed and breakfast in Port Orchard, Washington. Our days were spent exploring the beauty of Washington State. We hiked, took boat tours of the Strait of Juan de Fuca or the Puget Sound, ziplined, picnicked. And at night we made love. Hot, passionate, wonderful love.

I was so glad gay marriage was legal in Washington. The moment the initiative had passed last November, I had proposed to my girlfriend. We were in our small house down in Lacey, tucked in bed and watching the news, eager for the reporters to call the results. We had squealed so loud, hugging each other. And then I had proposed.

On the first day of our honeymoon we had met Master and Mistress. We had been on an orca watching tour out of Anacortes. But we soon had found ourselves watching Mistress’s antics. She had fingered woman after woman on the ship, many with their husbands watching. We hadn’t been able to resist going up to her. She was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Lana was only the second-most beautiful.

They had claimed us. I had fucked my first man ever. Master was an amazing lover. His cock felt wonderful inside me. I was beginning to understand why Lana still enjoyed her occasional dalliance with a man.

There were times I was afraid she would leave me for a man. I’ve watched her fucking them. She’s so passionate. She would gasp and moan, moving her body in such passionate ways. And she loved it when I watched, getting off on being naughty before my eyes.

Sometimes I wished I had a cock instead of strap-on. Then I could keep her satisfied.

“You ready to go again?” Lana purred, her hand slipping down my stomach, reaching between my thighs. I shuddered as she brushed my clit.

“Uh-huh,” I panted, turning and kissing her on the lips.

Her fingers kept caressing my pussy. Lana knew just where to touch me. She was a minx. An insatiable, sexy, lovable, wonderful minx. I had fallen in love with her as she worked the pole at the strip club we worked out.

I knew we would be together forever, serving Master and Mistress and loving each other.

“Lana!” I moaned as she rubbed harder at my clit. Her lips kissed down to my neck, sucking at my flesh. “Oh, yes! Keep doing that.”

“You insatiable minx,” Lana purred.

“You’re so sexy! How can I resist you?”

Our lips met again, hot and passionate. My hips writhed, pressing against her digits circling my clit. Her other hand found my small breast, pinching my nipple. I gasped again, my head tossing, my black hair falling in my eyes.

We were such opposites. I was raven-haired and lithe, small breasts, narrow hips, and long legs. Lana was a curvy, sexy woman, her tits large and pillowy, her hips and ass like an hourglass. Her blonde hair was perfect, waves of golden silk that caressed me as we made love.

Her tongue worked down my body, her finger massaging at my clit harder. I gasped, the bed rocking as Lana shifted, kneeling beside me. Her lips kissed at my stomach, teasing down to my pubic bone. I gasped when she licked my pussy.

“Lana!”

Her ass waggled beside me. I fondled her, giving those wonderful cheeks a hard squeeze. I licked my lips, needing to taste her. I pulled her over, her legs straddling my face, her shaved pussy descending to my lips. Her tart and tangy pussy settled on my lips while her heavy breasts rubbed on my stomach. Her nipples were hard, pierced by gold rings, and slid about my stomach as we writhed and moaned.

We devoured each other. I loved sixty-nining with her. It was my favorite way to make love to her. We were equally pleasuring each other, devouring each other’s pussies. Our tongues swirled and tasted, exploring every fold. Our pleasures swelled as our gasps grew louder. We both built toward or orgasm.

My hands squeezed her plump ass, pulling her harder onto my lips. My tongue swirled about her clit before I dived into the depths of her pussy. Her lips found my clit, latching onto my nub and sucking hard. My body bucked.

“Lana!” I screamed as my orgasm suddenly rippled through me. I howled into her pussy, thrusting my tongue in deep as my juices flooded her mouth.

She shuddered atop me, her pussy clenching down on my tongue. Her orgasm was powerful, her body spasming hard. Her juices flooded my mouth as she screamed my name. I tongued her through her orgasm until she collapsed atop me.

“Umm, that was nice, Chantelle,” she panted, spinning about.

We kissed, lethargy setting over us. “Only one more day until we return to Master and Mistress,” I smiled as my eyes closed.

“How wonderful,” Lana agreed.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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Desiree Fitzsimmons – South Hill, WA

My toes curled as Alison’s delightful tongue slid through my pussy, her tongue stud hard against my folds. Alison’s eyes stared at mine, flashing with naughty desires. I gripped her pink hair, rubbing her face through my folds. Her fingers squeezed my asscheeks as she happily ate away.

“That’s it!” I purred. “Lick me! Eat me! Mi Sirenita! You’re so cute.”

“And you’re so sexy.” Alison licked her lips. “My juicy, tasty, sexy Latina lover.”

Alison buried her face back into my pussy. My toes curled as she licked harder. I gasped, my larger, nut-brown tits heaving. My moans joined the muffled passion of mi Rey and mi Reina bleeding through the walls as they played with the new slut in their bedroom.

It used to be my bedroom. But that was before they had stolen me from my boorish, fat husband and had set me free. Now I didn’t have to pretend to love Brandon to live the high life. I had mi Rey. I loved him and mi Reina, and my darling, little mermaid.

My orgasm swelled, growing with every swipe of Alison’s darling tongue. I shuddered, the bed creaking as my passion swelled. Alison sucked my clit into her hungry lips, flicking her tongue stud against my sensitive bud.

I exploded. My orgasm burst through me. Waves of pleasure washed through my body. My eyes fluttered. I loved it when Alison made me cum. She was so loving. I licked my lips, tasting her sweet honey still staining my lips.

“You wonderful creature!” I panted as she looked up at me, grinning like a happy cat.

“Did you like that?” she smiled.

“So much.”

“Good.” Alison nodded her head.

Alison took pride in her sexual skills. She was such a generous lover. She delighted in making her partner cum as hard as possible. I pulled her up my body, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips before she settled her head between my tits.

“I can’t wait to fuck Jessica,” Alison sighed. “She has such a sexy body. I love her creamy, caramel skin.”

“You just love women with dark skin,” I laughed.

“Uh-huh,” Alison agreed, snuggling up to my breast. “I’ve definitely come to appreciate it.”

I stroked her pink hair. I wondered what color it really was. She shaved her pubic hair and pits, so I had no idea.

“I can’t wait to show her how a slut acts,” Alison smiled. “I’ll make Jessica cum so hard. I’m so good at it.”

“Yeah.” I frowned, sensing the wounds inside Alison. She believed, deep inside her, that she was good only for sex. It was more than being a sex slave like the rest of us. She believed this before mi Rey claimed her. “You’ll make her cum hard.”

Alison shifted, biting her lip.

“What?” I asked.

“Do you think Lilith is around?”

The demoness scared me. She was raw sex. Just being in her presence drove away all rational thought. I don’t know how mi Reina had kept her wits about her to stop Lilith from draining mi Rey’s life force.

“I don’t know,” I answered.

“I hope not.” Alison squeezed me hard. “The bitch tried to kill Master! I want to tear her eyes out.”

“But we need her.” I shifted. “Until mi Rey seduces his mother, we’re vulnerable to those filthy nun’s control.”

Alison shivered. I didn’t blame her for being afraid of the nuns. It was terrible what Karen did to us as a nun. She controlled us and turned us against mi Rey and mi Reina. I stroked her pink hair, kissing her forehead. “Just go to sleep. There’s nothing we can do about it.”

Alison sighed, snuggling against me. “I love you, Desiree,” she whispered, her voice sleepy.

My heart beat faster. “I love you, too, mi Sirenita.”

I held my little mermaid as she drifted off to sleep. “Thank you, mi Rey,” I whispered as my eyes closed. “Thank you for bringing us together.”

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Korina Stravos

“Here’s your water,” Xiu said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Thank you,” I smiled, reaching out to take the glass. My pain killer was in my hand. My shoulder burned from the gun shot. I threw back the pill and washed it down with three large gulps of water.

“Thirsty,” Xiu giggled, her naked tits jiggling as she took the glass.

I couldn’t help reaching out and tugging on the purple butterfly charms dangling from her pierced nipples. I tugged hard and Xiu moaned—she was such a pain slut. “We worked together for a year, and I never knew you had pierced nipples.” We had both been waitresses, along with Fiona, at the Sky City Restaurant atop the Space Needle in Seattle. The night Master had claimed us had been so wild.

Xiu giggled. “I didn’t advertise them.” She sat the glass on the table and joined me on the bed. I laid down gently, not wanting to aggravate my shoulder more.

It was nice to be out of the hospital and back were I belonged. Xiu pulled the sheets over us and turned off the lamp. She lay her head down on the pillow, staring at me. Her hand gently teased my nipple, sending flutters down to my pussy.

“Do you want to fool around?” she asked me, arching her eyebrows.

“Tempting,” I smiled. Before last Saturday night, I had never been with a woman. Mistress had taught me to appreciate a woman’s touch as much as a man’s. My pussy grew wet beneath Xiu’s gentle touch.

And then the pain killer hit me. My head swam. “I’d love to but…” a yawn split my lips. “I think I need to get some sleep.”

Xiu pulled her finger away, then leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Of course. You need to get better so you can fuck my ass with a thick, unlubed dildo.”

“That sounds painful.”

“So painful,” moaned Xiu.

“It’s a deal,” I promised her, giving her a kiss on the lips. “I’ll make you hurt so much.”

“You are so wonderful,” Xiu smiled.

“Uh-huh,” I sighed as the vicodin pulled me down into sleep.

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