Flirting with Sin Ch. 01

Through the doorframe was not a black void and ocean of blood, but rather a dimly lit carpeted hallway lined with numbered doors--like a hotel corridor. Alice nonchalantly stepped inside and motioned for us to follow.

VIII: A Lilim's Garden of Delights

Initially it appeared to be perfectly ordinary. Tan plaster walls, oak doors with gold numbers, gray and black patterned carpet covering the floors. There was the distinct scent of brimstone with a hint of slow-roasting human flesh, but that was to be expected anywhere in Hell. Alice took us around a corner, down another passage, through a winding passageway and through a door leading to yet more doors. This went on for a few minutes, the endless passages leading to yet more passages and yet more doors.

The numbers on the doors had no cohesion or sense. One side had '#123, #472, #12, #6' and the other had the equally helpful '#666, #666, #666, #666.' Neither Alice or Voh made any indication that anything was out of the ordinary or worthy of comment, however. Eventually Alice stopped in front of a white double door and turned to the songstress.

"In ya go, tweety. This is the communal showers. I'm guessing you don't want your feathers stuck together all night," she said, waving Voh over.

"Stop calling me that. I am not a bird," Voh huffed as she opened the double doors. "I am a songstress. My name is Shuu--"

As soon as Voh was inside, Alice slammed the doors in her face. She turned around and flashed me a toothy smile, her bright white rows of dagger-sharp teeth contrasted by the black orbs she had for eyes.

"What about me? I guess you must like me covered in ketchup after all," I said, confused.

"I have a shower in my apartment, I just wanted to get rid of Woodstock. Come on," Alice explained, continuing to grin.

Her smile was terrifying.

A swirl of red circled the drain. The water was stinging hot and the steam was so thick it was hard to breathe. There was no cold nozzle in this shower, just hot and hotter.

At some point I saw the orange outline of Alice's form appear in the bathroom and take off with my clothes and weapons. There was a terrible sinking feeling in my gut that I wouldn't be getting them back anytime soon.

It took a lot of work to get all the blood out of my hair. The mop had grown unruly and I had given up on trying to tame it, lately. I toyed with the idea of using the shampoo in Alice's shower, but something about the pitch-black liquid that dripped from its cap didn't sit right with me. I still wanted to have a scalp on my head when I was done, so I played it safe.

For a moment I lost myself in the steam. Thoughts drifted by in the flow of the water droplets pelting my head. I pondered on what I was doing in a demon's shower, what had led me to this. Am I so desperate that I must seek a demon's help in the depths of Inferno? Perhaps I deserved the judgment of the Church if I was so weak. Perhaps I deserved to be damned if I had not the strength to subdue the demons in my heart. I had spared Voh and submitted myself to Alice's whims. One who flirts with hell is ultimately bound to it. You cannot serve God and the devil at the same table.

The paladin's words were troubling. The demon I hunted was a human girl, twisted and disfigured into the unholy feral creature that had slain a man and stalked another. Eye for an eye meant she must be cut down, or I would be for failing to protect this city. Was it that simple? Do I have the right to kill a girl, transformed as she might be? How much of her humanity was left? At what point does the hunt become a sin?

And what of Alice? This wicked little lilim that allowed me into its den after I'd threatened her. My duty demanded that once she was no longer useful to me, I send her to pits of the infernal below by way of holy silver, yet something about her gave me pause. There was something familiar about the burning embers in her eyes, and she spoke to me like someone she knew well, yet we had only ever met twice. What did she truly want from me? A foolish thought--a demon wants only your living soul, no matter how benevolent they may seem.

The door behind me creaked open. I saw a slender figure slide inside, features obscured by the steamed glass separating me from the room. It inched towards me, hands outstretched.

Alison? How she did get here? Is she here to finish the job?

Fear crept up my back. The wall of the shower collided with my skin as I tried to inch away. There was nowhere to run. The creature placed its claw on the door to the shower, the labored breaths of a great beast in anticipation of devouring its prey muffled through the glass. I braced for death as the shower door opened to let the monster inside.

The water on my skin sizzled where her orange flesh touched me. Her chin was pressed against my chest, her void-eyes stared into mine. A hungry smile spread across her features.

"You look terrified, Trevor. Good. I've got you right where I want you," Alice whispered, her sultry tones floating up past my quickly rising and falling chest.

She pressed her black lips against me in a pattern up my chest, the water evaporating under her touch. Everywhere our bodies touched was like being kissed by flame. It was past the point of uncomfortable heat and well into pain, and yet I didn't want to pull away. Her lips pressed against the spot where Alison's fangs sunk into my shoulder. She kissed the wound once, twice, licked it with her tongues. I trembled; the pain was dizzying, yet somehow comforting.

"Did she hurt you? You poor little baby," she cooed, planting a gentler bite near Alison's, grazing me with her teeth. "I'm going to hurt you, too."

The stripes on her skin rearranged themselves into a line up and down her back, running down her face, her neck, her chest. She reached up to grab my mop of hair and pulled me down, mashing her lips against mine. Her two tongues slithered into my mouth, surprisingly long and powerful. They trapped my tongue between their masses, rubbing it up and down, back and forth. She traced the tip of one tongue against the roof of my mouth and the other slipped along my frenulum.

Hot steam puffed from her mouth and nose as our lips parted. She quickly leaned in for another smaller kiss against my bottom lip, the red centers of her eyes aglow. I might have misinterpreted this kiss as caring or even affectionate, were it not for the crazed look in her eyes. The peck she gave me was her way of telling me, 'you are mine.'

Alice's fingers pressed gently against my member at first, letting the heat set in. It was agonizing. I couldn't help but wince, grit my teeth and groan. She grinned wickedly at me, one of her tongues rolled over my nipple, and she pressed her fingers down hard. A surprised yelp left my lips as the exquisite pain set in.

"I always get what I want, Trevor. And right now, I want you," she hissed sweetly at me--and then wrapped her fingers around my cock and gripped it tightly.

I managed to keep myself from screaming, but only just. My entire body tensed, my heart thundered in my chest. The holy symbols etched into my right arm lit up, the same as if a Possessor had tried to occupy my body, ready to repel evil. Alice saw me squirming helplessly, and she calmly stood on her tiptoes and kissed me again. Licking, probing, tasting my pain. She relished it.

Alice stroked me back and forth, her searing hot fingers unbearably running the length of my shaft back and forth. As much pain as I was in, there was also pleasure, and from pleasure was born excitement. Her fingers were slick with my moisture as she sped up, squeezing gently each time her fingers dwelled on the head of my cock.

My head burned, my thoughts were replaced with dizziness. I felt my muscles tense and my leg began to cramp as I was reaching an apex; Alice squeezed harshly on my shaft and frowned at me.

"Not yet. It'd be a waste," she whispered. "You're not allowed to cum 'till I say."

The demoness let go of my length and pressed the tips of her fingers against my chest as she lowered herself very slowly to her knees, tracking her fingers down my body all the while, a trail of skin turning pink under her heat. She sat on her legs and gathered her hands around my base, gripping gently. Her eyes locked onto mine as she pressed her black lips against the head of my cock. Plush, full, and offered a gentle heat in contrast to the searing pain coming from her hands. My body pumped excitement in response to her, an involuntary response, and her tongue rolled over the head to lap it up.

Alice's tongue swept over and around and under the head, slowly, teasingly, and was soon joined by the other. It was sandwiched between the two alien masses, swirling over it like they had a mind of their own. The demon's orange cheeks flushed red, she couldn't help but let out soft sighs and little sounds of sadistic arousal as she tortured me with her tongues. I could have mistaken it, but I swear I heard her mumble something like, 'I've waited so long.'

The lilim's hands would gently roll up and down from the base to the middle of my cock and back again, sliding back and forth. The steamy water dribbled down and drenched her face and slicked back her raven hair. As she took me into her mouth and closed her lips around me, her eyes shut, her nose puffed hot.

A little at first, then more and more, a centimeter at a time, until her nose was pressed against my torso. I felt her swallow, the suction enough to force me to grunt loudly and steady myself against the wall, lest my legs give way beneath me. Then, very slowly, she let go of me, a centimeter at a time, her tongues rolling over my length, tasting and searching and claiming every inch of skin. Once I was out in the open air again, she quickly pressed her lips against the head, a quick claiming kiss like before, a gentle 'you are mine.'

Then she swept over me again, swallowed up as much of me at once as she could manage, as deep into her burning throat as she could take. And she pressed me into the back of her throat again, and traced me with her tongues. Back and forth, licking and tasting, faster and faster. She stopped suddenly, planting viscous kisses over the head as she reached a hand down to rub over her breast and then further to touch herself. Little flustered sounds escaped her throat as she licked me, squeezing me between her tongues.

"Cum, goddamnit. I want it. Cum!" she growled, frustrated arousal rising from her throat.

She sucked me back inside and pumped the base of me harshly, her grip tight, her lips pulling on me in demanding fervor. A feeling of weakness buzzed inside my head; I was about to offer up my seed to a demon once again, pour my most holy essence inside the spawn of hell. And I wish I could say I resisted, wish I could say that every part of me wanted nothing better than to get away, to deny her, to turn away from evil to the Lord's grace, but that would be a lie.

I gripped the back of her head, fingers sinking into her wet hair, and I held on for dear life as my body tensed and pumped again and again inside Alice's throat. She squirmed restlessly as her mouth and throat were filled with my seed, her eyelids shut tightly like she thought I'd stop if she opened them. And finally my muscles relaxed, it ended, I was freed from the onslaught of unbearable pleasure and sweltering heat as her lips let go out of me.

Smiling, she opened her mouth and stuck out her two tongues, painted with my seed. Then she drew them back into her mouth, shut her eyes contentedly, and swallowed. Once, twice, three times. She opened her mouth to show me her tongues were clean.

Alice ran her tongues from one end of her lips to the other, humming to herself contentedly. My vision was blurry with haze and water, the strength had left my legs and I leaned against the wall to hold myself up. She rose and propped herself against me, her breasts pressed against my torso in a sizzle of steam. Her eyes stared into mine with terrifying intensity; a devil peered into my soul with hunger in its heart.

I could feel my heart thundering against hers. The pull of her dark eyes. The scent of her wet skin. Standing on her toes she licked my bottom lip, tracing over a bloody crack where I'd bit myself a moment before and hadn't noticed. She planted a tiny kiss there and giggled impishly.

"You're cute when you're scared, Trevor."

The stream of water stopped and torrents of steam escaped the shower as she opened the door. I watched Alice throw a towel from the bathroom cabinet at me, but my brain only began to function again as the cloth hit me full in the face.

"I'll be in the bedroom. Don't keep me waiting, cutie," she teased, rubbing a towel against her face. She swayed her hips back and forth as she left the room, looking over her shoulder at me with a sly smile.

With urgent fervor I dried myself off. Alice's words possessed me like an unholy incantation and I hurried to obey them. She hadn't returned my clothes, so I presumed I was to present myself naked and bare like a virgin sacrifice awaiting anointment for a blood ritual. The demon would drain from me my life-giving essence to be used in her foul sacrament. I would have been disappointed in myself, had I not been so excited.

I did at least wrap myself in the towel so as to conceal my shame, from the Lord if from no one else.

The view from her apartment window was sobering. A midnight black sky hangs over the jagged landscape of red sand and molten rock, hills like twisted coral. Tall obsidian buildings stood off in the distance in nonsensical shapes - some twisted themselves into a spiral, others went on forever into the horizon. In one of them I saw a mop haired stranger in only a towel staring back at me from the window.

The door to Alice's bedroom was slightly ajar. From the crack I could see a flash of orange flesh and those black stripes, the mere hint of her enough to push the doubt from my mind. I took a deep breath and pressed the door open.

Alice lay sprawled on the bed, one leg thrown over the other with a foot dangling in the air to greet me. She had slipped into patterned black stockings and a garter belt. Her stripes ran down her legs and over her soles. Her arms were folded behind her head, she peered at me from the bed and gave a toothy smile.

"Welcome, good Hunter," she said, sultry tones rising from her throat like the sweet hiss of an amorous snake, "come, have you, to take me as your trophy? Am I to be your helpless, struggling prey?"

She rose her foot and pointed her big toe at me, both a challenge and an invitation. The towel fell to the floor. Something guttural came out of me, a growl of affirmation, an inflamed 'yes.' I would take her damnation in my hands and I would relish in it.

The shame set upon me by the Church had been lost somewhere in the dizzying scent of her body, her sweat like a flowery burning incense. I pressed my hands against the bed and stared down at the unholy creature before me with a maddening hunger. Was this the temptation I had been warned of? The spell that would snatch away my soul? I knew in the back of my mind that her clutches were perilous, yet I wanted nothing more than to be captured in her embrace.

The touch of her palms against my shoulders and my back were a soothing agony, like the gentle caress of hot coals. Smooth nylon legs rubbed my hips. I pressed myself against her nether lips and couldn't help but let out a gasp--she was scaldingly hot, yet I did not flinch, did not pull away. The pain gave way to an enticing hint of pleasure and I found myself seeking more of it.

She pulled me close, ran her two tongues against my lips and my face, swallowed me into a kiss I could not escape from. When finally she let me breathe again, she whispered a maddening note in my ear.

"Punish me, holy man. I've been a bad girl."

It was as though she had whispered a terrible Satanic curse in my ear and my body moved of its own accord, eager to oblige her. Without hesitation, I thrusted into her demonic depths. A velvety hell awaited inside--her body a roaring inferno that threatened to engulf me. My entire frame shook against her heat.

The touch of flames rolled around my shaft, kissed the head of my cock, squeezed me tight. It was unbearable. I drew all the way out for the briefest of moments before my body took control again and thrusted into the hellspawn with all the force it could muster. She giggled at my internal struggle and wrapped tightly her legs around my waist.

The bedframe beat against the wall in rapid strikes. I was covered in sweat. Everywhere my body touched Alice had grown irritatingly sensitive from heat exposure. The demoness bit her lips and gave me a wicked grin--I wasn't sure what was giving her more pleasure, my body or the pain she was inflicting on me. The frustration only spurred me on; I thrust into her furnace of agonizing pleasure like I was driving a stake into her.

Alice's black voids of sight stared up into me with a sickeningly-sweet mixture of demand and pleading. The soft sighs and surprised gasps that came from her mouth were intoxicating smoke. The pull of her body, the tight grip of her dripping sex, unbearable and yet I could not get enough.

The sight of her so deeply entwined with me, somehow both vulnerable and in complete control of me, gave rise to a strange swirl of emotion in my head. I wanted to wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze the life from this foul demon like I knew I should, but I also wanted to pull her close and kiss her. My mind was awash with conflicting desires, and I think she could see it in my eyes.

"T-Trevor...!"

Desperately she gasped as her body tightened around me, her heels dug into my lower back. The room filled with the sound of wet flesh and interlocking desire. Below me she went into a fit of spasms and jerks like she was trying to escape my grasp, but I would not let her run from me. Not after all this. I pressed her shoulders to the mattress and pinned her down as I invaded her hellish depths.

Again and again with all the strength I could give her, I pressed into the deepest reaches of her furnace, the flames licking and torturing me each time. I felt myself become lightheaded, the dizzying mix of pleasure and pain too much. I saw her eyes roll into the back of her head, her tongues roll out of her mouth in a fevered trance, giggling with pleased malice--and then she closed her eyes tight, clenched her teeth and squeezed me so tightly I could only grunt in anguish before I filled her to the brim with my seed. With it went all my strength; I collapsed, my head falling helplessly onto her breasts.

I remembered the pounding rain pelting the distant ceiling of the cathedral as two of the monks dragged me inside, trailing blood and shame over the hardwood floor. The Lord looked in from stained glass windows to pass His judgment; I had accomplished my mission, and through fire and steel destroyed the demon that had been using its thrall to commit a bloody harvest of souls in a nearby condominium. Would I be walking with Him soon?

It wasn't long after they had discarded me onto a bed to meet with my maker that I would have my answer. An angel, wrapped in white holy cloth with a head of raven hair, stood over me. She pierced my skin with needles and sewn it back together, she wrapped my wounds in gauze and took me into her bosom. She sang sweetly to me as if I were a babe, and ran her fingers through my hair.

"Sister Alessa..."

A warm, gentle hand traced its fingers through my hair. My head lay in a woman's lap as she stroked my face and brushed aside the mop on my head. I smelled roses upon her body and felt a comforting heat emanating from her soft skin.

Am I dead? Are you an angel?