7 Demon Queen's Addiction - Part 1

Dark material of a woman's dress was brushing against the marble floor. A red haired beauty who was worshipped and desired by the mass for centuries. With penetrating silver eyes, she could either melt or with fear froze someone's heart. Distant moans of sexual pleasing, can be heard clearly from where I, Lilith is standing. To suppress my hunger, I licked the remaining blood out of the silver dagger. Mm ... Yummy flavor I relish the thought, then my mind wanders back to the sinner's body taste and obediently were lying up on the altar to cater my needs. I climbed up from him, carrying a buzz of several orgasms which I achieved with my previous plaything and rode him energetically. But this was not enough for me, so generally I snatched three of his pals and together we fuck like hungry pack of wolves non-stop for several hours.

Foolish human! Tsk-tsk. He is an idiot man who dared to summon me just to do his pathetic bidding. Humans lack imagination, so self-absorbed that don't understand everything has a debt, nothing is free in this world. I have existed since the beginning of time and witness the same scenes playing over again. Yes, I do get to feed off their soul which they unknowingly surrender it to me and the feeling when I absorb their soul is extremely appeasing that even sex cannot suffice it. But whatever, I have been cursed to immortal life and carry an emptiness in my heart which never is fulfilled. Not even swallowing unlimited souls of the sinners will be sufficient.

Paddling around barefoot, I look around my so-called home, a dark cave lit up by the fire which is held by endless torches. Screams of pain, fear, sexual arousal and more were echoing in this silent cave. The black marble floors were wet with humans' blood including an aftermath of their sex session. Alas! Tragically, it is empty due to the lack of my loved ones.

Eternal life is a gift which no one can resist yet solitude is your only friend when one accepts this condemned fate.

The reason for my lonesomeness is ultimately a painful and unforgiving betrayal. You don't live this long without making enemies. My top nemesis is my ex-lover Damian Kade. I know what you are thinking, Damian Kade, a wrestler and most importantly, a human who climbed the top of my enemy list. Well this might be considered as a juicy tidbit but trust me, this loathsome man is definitely worth mentioning in the record. Damian once was a loyal lover, a silent yet intriguing personality. The eye catching tall and mysteriously beddable man that I have ever laid my eyes on. The sex was beyond the ecstasy, lost in euphoria, it allowed me to control his needs and unleash numerous whips as a punishment on his delectable skin.

Nevertheless, those moments have been passed and forgotten. Now Damian Kade turns me insane and brings out a murderous rage. Daydreaming of that particular day when I could shred his limbs, rapidly tear away his skin and enjoy my victory by bathing in his warm blood. There is no denying that Damian does have a mouth-watering soul yet naturally he cunningly tricked me into giving him Herculean powers of strength, goddess Pheme's fame & Goddess Tyche's power of fortune. Damn his soul to eternal fiery depth of hell. Sadly, now visually his bodily form had turned me on and even a parade of sexual partners won't be enough to quench my unwavering lust for that bastard.

Obviously that slippery scoundrel was able to escape from my wrath whenever I am too close to getting my outstanding revenge. Thanks to the ancient power of Greek pantheon. Luck will always favor him, morosely I have to accept that I love when he escapes from my clutches. Imagine the adrenaline rushes through your body knowing that the chase is still on and can go either way. Who isn't fond of silly cat and mouse games? Coming to a particular prey who has an instinct of a wary predator and he enjoys turning the table around me. Moreover, Damian relishes the moment of my weakened knees and surrenders myself to him. He has successfully tarnished my image but Damian does have a wicked sense of humour which I secretly savour.

After fuming for several years, I came upon a decision to have my revenge leisurely by coming with a fail proof plan. Just like a poison which is undetectable and slither gracefully through the bloodstream. The process is little slow compared to beheading someone yet it has proven to be effective. My favourite pastime is watching him fight in the arena, there is the master of the ring.

Whisked myself to the worldwide popular wrestling match of World Wide Fighting Mania. I watched the way Damian's black eyes scan his opponent's attack move while studying for the weakness and analysing the correct counterattack move to defeat his opponent in one shot.

I merge myself in the crowd, obscure in the darkness, away from his eyes. Referee signal to ring the bell and announce the match to begin. Damian with his calm and collective demeanour successfully defeated his opponent's strike effortlessly. I knew Damian would win this match.

Thinking to myself, why not make the fight a bit interesting and cause a little chaos. With his 'South of Heaven' signature move, he slammed his opponent hard and went for the win. At that very moment, I caused a major power supply to shut down. Drowning the whole arena into utter darkness. Havoc created amidst the crowd and not to escalate the matter further, I turn on the power supply with the flick of my hand.

By now the opponent of Damian was awake, he jumped like a monkey and climbed up onto Damian's back to give him a sleeper. Before the opponent struck, Damian completely focused his attention towards the crowd and he did so with his total concentration, searching for something or someone. Within the seconds, his sharp black eyes caught my silver ones and he smirked bashfully at me. I responded with a combination of half-smiling and half biting lips, which he fancies, so that it would be easier to throw him off his games. I succeeded in my process, when Damian lost his consciousness by the sleeper move. With gods in his favor, Damian swiftly gained his consciousness, threw his fellow wrestler off his back and slammed him down hard on the floor. Taking cover of his blackout opponent, the referee counted till three, and obviously Damian Kade was declared as a winner.

To celebrate his victory, I blocked the blood flow to his brain, so that Damian would lose his footing and had to kneel with head bow low in my direction. Audience gasps with either excitement or shock, thinking that this is another part of the entertainment.

'Lilith...Lil please stop.' Damian whispered still on his knees for he was aware of my ability to hear anyone's call no matter the distance between them.

'Soon my love, I am coming for your soul. Adiós, mi amor.' Linking our minds, I mentally communicated these words and couldn't wait to start the game.

I was in a gloomy mood, looking at the grey sky with thunders and lighting rolling on, I terribly miss to be part of someone special. Yes, I am Lilith, the demon queen but this title and powers are not enough for I desire something with emotional depth. The physical intimacy, hot igniting passion, soulful bond and everlasting true love.

Stripping my current clothing into black night lingerie. I settled in front of a mirror combing my long golden auburn hair. Goosebumps popping on my skin had broken my trance.

'Lil, you little minx! What you pulled in the match was beyond the words! It would have cost me a championship but of course that doesn't bother you.' said Damian, with his hand clasp behind his back, strolling around my bedroom like he owned it. Showing off his bare upper body and black pant fitting snugly around perfect ass.

'Ah! My prodigal lover has returned for an extra-long awaiting punishment.' I replied in a snarky manner. Furious at his unannounced visit especially with the sauntering around like a fool.

'There is no need to be sarcastic, Lil. I should remind you that it was you who decided to interfere, I was merely doing "what needed to be done to be a winner." thing.' Damian calmly responded to sarcasm but his eyes were burning with anger and somewhat with longing lust.

'Get out, Damian before I throw you out of my place.' I threatened him and was ready to keep my words.

'No. I won't leave.' Damian simply replied, walking in my direction and closing the gap between us.

'Yes, and you will.' This time I replied huskily due to a proximity, in which I can almost taste his dark spicy flavour

'Do you really want to play this game? I know you can feel me on you.' Damian encircled his arms around my waist and left feather-light kisses on the nape of my neck.

'Get lost. Damian. You no longer excite me.' I pushed him away but I can see the determination on his face. Not backing away, he grabbed onto my arms and hauled my body against his powerfully built ones.

I had enough of his bullish charm. This reckless love of his which used to turn me on, is now pissing off on a mercurial level. I conjured up a silver blade and twisted his left arm behind his muscular back. Now that ball is in my court, I pushed to the near wall then released his arms and turned him to face me. Damian was surprised with this stunt. Hence taking advantage of his stupefied position. Gripping his broad shoulders, I jumped up on him and wind my legs tightly around his waist.

To have the utmost power control on him, I placed my dagger's blade on Damian's throat which he readily surrendered to me. The excitement in him was rising rapidly and I can clearly see it. I am aware of his love for danger and extreme ventures. These were the qualities which instantly attracted me to him. Like a pathetic hormonal girl, I cling on to him to satisfy my lust or maybe offer me love. What can I say about myself? I am head over heels for the bad boys!

Slapping away my hand that was clutching the silver blade, he flipped me on the front then slammed my body against the same wall. He snatched my blade and put it on my lips, lazily running on them as his dark eyes shone with burning desire.

'Don't try to get a rise of me, Lil. You are quite familiar with my craziness and making me chase you is one of those things.' Damian grunted in my ears for he was barely able to control his bubbling exhilaration.

'Oh! You, poor baby. Allow me to let you in on one secret: when men's huge sexy bodies tower over me, I just can't keep my hands off them. Also, don't call me Lil. You have lost all privileges, lover.' I smirked evilly at him as he hates the fact that others too enjoy what assume belongs to him.

I smacked the blade away and slashed his chest slightly with my long nails, enough to draw out the blood. Lifting my eyes and locking with his, I licked his warm rich blood off the blade. Something unspoken shifted in his eyes, almost unreadable for me but enough for me to understand. To poke more fun at him, I took several steps back and created a good amount of distance between us.

He was enraged and pumped up with wild seduction & ultimate domination. He took long strides towards me and grabbed on my hair to tug me towards his body. I knew that toying and pushing him past his limits will drive him insane. Admittedly it instils me with fear but I can't ignore the addiction which I was starving since we part our ways.