Eternity of Horror

8. Lilith

Chapter 8

Lilith

T he text bubbles pop up on my phone as I await his reply. After the intensity of our first time together, I need him again, and soon. I really tried to play it cool but only managed to wait one day before texting and asking if he was free to come over. I feel tingles down my body and pulsing in my clit as I watch the bubbles pop up and disappear, then pop up again. I wonder if he knows I'm watching and waiting. I get the feeling that he likes to tease and be in control. Something I very much enjoy being on the receiving end of. Anxiously, I read my initial text back:

Me

Had such a good time with you. If you're free this weekend, any day, just let me know. My folks won't be here this weekend, so we don't HAVE to use the back of my van lol.

I sit in my bed waiting for a response, dressed in a tank top and panties, gently sliding my feet back and forth down my freshly cleaned sheets. His response will determine if I grab my toy or if I go take a shower and get back into bed wearing less than what I have on now. My heart beats faster as the time ticks by. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, resting on both the top of my pillow and against the wall. The sound of a text notification has my eyelids springing open.

Osiris

You were delicious, my pet. I would love nothing more than to come over and have another taste. I will be there in an hour. You be a good girl and get yourself cleaned up and ready for Daddy. You are to be naked. Doors unlocked. No need to tell me where your room is, I will find you. If I enter your room and you are not on your knees, ass up, face down, and dripping wet, I’ll turn around and walk right back out that door. You better get moving, my Little Corpse Queen. I'll see you soon.

Fuck. With every word, it's like someone opened the valve on my pussy juices more and more, and by the end of the text, I’m not sure if I’m wet or if I pissed my panties in excitement. Either way, I put my phone down and imagine Osiris sucking and chewing on the wet fabric, and fuck, it just makes it even worse. I truly don't think I will have a problem meeting all his demands. "Mmmm," I growl out loud at how he just told me what would happen and what the consequences were if they didn't. Everything will be fine so long as...

My train of thought is sliced in half by my cell phone ringing. Why these monsters won't text me instead of calling is beyond me. Queue my frustration and anxiety as I answer the phone just to hear Scarlett's voice saying, "Hey Li," followed by a discontented sigh. Happy to hear from you, too.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask flatly as I make my way to the bathroom and turn the shower on.

"A few of us were gonna go out tonight and they... we all wanted you to come out with us. Some drinks. Some laughs. The usual. You down?" she asks in a way that sounds like the words are laced with thorns that scratch their way out of her throat as she says them. I would have said no even if I didn't already have plans.

"Naw, not tonight. Thanks, though. I'll talk to you..." She cuts me off before I can finish my sentence.

"What do you mean? You always come out with us. And I just heard you turn the shower on so, what... what are you doing, instead?" she asks. Her voice has the curiosity level of those people who drive by an accident on the highway, slowing down and hoping to see a dead body.

"I have plans tonight, but I hope you all have a great time. Thank you! Talk to you later." I try to force a happier tone simply because of how stunned she is at my refusal to sit and watch everyone have fun while I get to pay for the tab and possibly get attacked again. But why would they give a fuck about that? They are only supposed to be my best friends. I hang the phone up and put it down before stripping my clothes off and getting in the shower.

The water is hot on my skin. Almost to the point where I would normally turn the heat down, but I just want to feel the hurt as I clean myself. Scarlett’s phone call triggered memories of my attack, and I just want to burn his fucking fingerprints off me again like I did when I got home that night. After I had taken care of him. I shake off the memories and focus on what is about to happen.

I close my eyes as the burning hot water splashes down onto my neck, tilting my head back and thinking about the ways Osiris is going to fuck me. I trail my soapy hands down my breasts, letting my fingers stumble over my hardened nipples on their way down my body. I can feel myself getting wet all over again despite the water rushing down my skin. I can tell the difference in viscosity between my thighs, and it makes me want him to lick it all up right now. My hand reaches my clit, and as soon as I give it a gentle rub, I pull my hand away. I could easily give myself an orgasm right here, but no. I want him to pull, to force, to finger, and to fuck every single orgasm I have out of me instead.

I finish up and grab a towel, drying my hands first so I can grab my phone and hit the lock button to bring up the time and notifications. Shit, I must have been daydreaming in that shower for a while because I only have a few minutes before my hour time limit is up. I swipe away texts and missed calls from the ones who call themselves my friends. From what I can see, they seem dumbfounded that I would choose to do anything else. Tell me you don't know me or give a fuck about me without telling me. I get to the end, but don't see a text from him.

A slight panic grows in my chest. What if he hasn't left yet? What if he isn't really coming? I didn't respond to him. What if he was waiting for a response and that's when the countdown starts? Should I respond now? My anxiety continues to fight me as I run down and unlock the front door, and then the back door, not knowing which he will try to come in. I head upstairs to my bedroom and stand near the window—off to the side, so I can see out but not in plain view with my naked body. My eyes dart back and forth to the clock on my phone and the city streets outside. I can’t stop my leg from bouncing. My teeth and fingernails take turns picking at my bottom lip. Almost every single nervous tick is flooding to the surface and fighting for dominance in my mind. The only thing pulling slightly ahead is how fucking horny I am for this man. The dark, strong, wicked man.

The minute the clock ticks to one hour, I hear a door open. I didn't see a car pull up... Was it him? I know it's completely irrational because I disposed of the body myself, but for half a second, I wonder if it is the scumbag from the alley. I give myself a few gentle slaps on the face, because that's just insane, before getting into bed. I part my knees and rest my head in my arms on the mattress, turning my face toward the door just so I can see who enters before they do. Slow, heavy footsteps thud up the stairs. Each one turns up the tempo of my pounding heart. The anticipation sends shockwaves through my skin. Fingers slowly snake around the open door frame. I hear a voice.

"Close your eyes," the voice says. It was him. My heart races at max speed as I turn my head completely so my forehead is resting on my crossed arms, providing me a few inches of breathing room as I wiggle my naked ass in excitement.

The heavy footsteps make their way into my room and stop behind me. A low rumble emits from his mouth as I'm sure he is just staring at my holes. I startle when I feel his hands being placed on the backs of my thighs. A chuckle bounces out of his throat as he slides those same hands up to the meat of my ass. I can feel his thumbs dangerously close to my center but just far enough away not to provide the sensation I have been aching for.

Every move he makes is methodical. His grip on my ass grows tighter in such a mechanical way. The pain from his fingertips is just another reason to make my pussy weep for him. Then, I feel a shift in his body behind me. I can tell he just brought his face closer. The warm air that he exhales now brushes past my wet slit like a feather. He inhales slow and deep. My asshole and pussy clench and unclench, both trying to push open a little so he can breathe in my full scent. I should be slightly embarrassed that he is just smelling me between my legs but there's something so unbelievably hot about him needing what I smell like engraved into his senses.

He shifts again and the exhale this time is much closer. A moan slips from my mouth. If he doesn't eat my pussy soon I might actually cry, or scream, or both.

"How bad do you need me to lick this gorgeous pussy? This ass? How fucking bad do you want me to feast between your legs like it's the last thing I will ever eat? Hmm?" he growls. I can almost feel his lips on the pair of mine between my legs. His grip gets a little tighter, and he spreads me. Fuck, he spreads me so wide it almost hurts.

I try to form words in response but a gulp of air chokes me and snuffs out the sound. Tears fall from my eyes, quickly dripping onto the sheet under my face. The need to have this man's tongue on my cunt has literally brought me to tears. I sniffle before responding.

"I... god... please?" I fucking hope that's good enough because that's all my vocal cords will allow at this point. The softest yet most wicked chuckle comes from his mouth.

"That's my good Little Corpse Queen," he says just before my brain explodes. His tongue meets my saturated clit as he drags it slowly up the entire length of me. My pussy lips force apart as his flattened tongue firmly slides up to my entrance, the tip dipping in what feels like multiple inches. Snaking inside me to claim every drop that I’ve made just for him. He slips his tongue back into his mouth with a growly swallow before pushing it back out and continuing his path up my middle. My asshole, now being pulled into more of an oval from his tight grip on me, was his tongue's next destination. The flatness swiping up the sensitive ring of my hole makes me whimper even louder before he does to my ass what he did to my pussy and snakes his tongue inside as far as he can. I dig my fingers into the sheets and moan louder. The oral confirmation that he can do whatever the fuck he wants to me at this point.

"You will ask me for permission to cum, is that clear?" he says with authority as he savors the taste of my holes on his tongue. I mumble out a whimper in confirmation. If I can barely speak now, how the fuck am I going to ask for permission? I am ready to cum as it is and he has barely even started with me.

I feel his tongue back on my clit. This time, my bud claims his mouth's full attention. The way he swirls and flicks his tongue on it causes my eyes to rip open. Fuck... this is not going to take long. That's when I feel a hand release its grip, sliding over until his strong thumb is pressing against my asshole as he sucks my clit at the same time. Fuck. I have never had anyone do this to me before. I don't think I have ever had an orgasm from being eaten like this, from the back. But I can feel it building quickly.

He licks my clit harder and faster. His thumb slides down and dips into my pussy to gather my natural lubricant before returning it to my asshole, coating the tender ring of my entrance. If he does what I think he is going to, I’m going to make a mess all over his face. I try to do as I was told before he slips his thumb into me because once that happens, I won't be able to speak English.

"Please... may I cum?" I blurt out in between moaning gasps of air. "Please?"

"Please.... what?" he asks before returning his tongue to my clit. I feel the tip of his thumb start to push in. I have seconds before it won't matter and my body just does what it's going to do. I won't lie, I have genuine fear in my chest for what kind of punishment I'll receive should I disobey him. He hasn't even told me what the punishment would be, but I have a feeling it’s not going to be the fun kind.

"Please... Dad.. Daddy. Please, Daddy, can I cum, please?" I am hoping that's what he wants to hear. Even me saying it skips me closer to the finish line than I already am. My arms tense, and I slam my eyes shut as I try to hold back until I hear him give me permission because it's right. Fucking. There.

"Mmm... yes. You can cum for me," he says with slow satisfaction. As soon as his tongue goes back to assaulting my cunt, he plunges his entire thumb into my ass, plugging it up. My arms stretch out in front of me as I cry out. My ass is as high in the air as it can be while still on my knees. I feel it in my shoulders, shooting down my back all the way to my core. The wave of pleasure crashes between my legs and sprays this poor man's face like a firehose. I unintentionally push with all my might, my body forcing the orgasm out of me like it’s the first time I ever came. Squirt splashes against his mouth but he doesn't stop, doesn't even slow down. My asshole pushes open around his thumb; my muscles almost forcing him out.

Once he is satisfied with his work and has fully drained me of that first orgasm, he pulls his face and finger from me. I fall flat on my stomach as I desperately try to catch my breath and wrap my brain around the orgasm I just had. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before and judging by the sound of his belt being unbuckled, he wasn't done with me.

With the most devilish smirk, he growls at me. "Get up princess. It's my turn,"