Lilith's Fall

But that part was lost in the cacophony of sensations Helal wrung from my body. This was no gently, caring affair. It was an inferno, and we were both caught up in the blaze.

The tension curled in my groin and I felt my orgasm spin its wheels at the starting line.

No don't. Not yet...

Helal's pussy fluttered around me and she released a breathy cry.

That was all it took to force me over the edge. My penis pulsed, spilling my seed into her ardent folds.

Tumbling together into blissful stupor, we found our release together. Thoughts lacked importance for a time. Contentedness swam through our veins as we basked in our afterglow. We relaxed together, satisfied by the events of the evening. Between my confession and the revelatory sexual experiences, I felt like a brand new person. She rolled off me, releasing our sexes but not her embrace. Comfortable in Helal's arms, I drifted on a cloud of pleasant thoughts. She played idly with my hair, one hand scratching at my scalp while the other teased the ends of a few strands between her thumb and forefinger.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Helal broke the silence with a timid question.

"About what?" I smiled at our easy communication, different from what I'd become accustomed to with the chalkboard.

"About the changes that were happening to your body. I noticed a few while they happened. How could I not? But I didn't want to intrude. I thought we were... if not friends, then close."

I wriggled against her body, still uncomfortable with the thought that something I'd done had made her unhappy; the habit had been so ingrained in my psyche by the now defunct rune that it was now instinctual.

"We were. We are," I said, snuggling deeper into her as I sought for the words I could use to explain. "It wasn't you, it was me." Pausing, I played back what I'd just said and laughed. "That's not- What I meant to say is that I was the one who was frightened."

Helal stilled, a dangerous sadness spilling out of her.

"I suck at this." I humphed, grabbing her in a one sided hug, burying my face in her naked breasts.

Silken flesh lend me your courage.

"All the wrong words. I was scared not of you or anything you'd done. But of losing you. My world was uprooted. Plucked from my home, I was placed into your care. Losing my life, my family, my voice. It took some time to find my footing. Then, when I was just settling down, my own body started to twist. I didn't tell you because I was worried how you would look at me if you knew. I had no idea what would happen. Maybe you'd ship me away. Maybe duty would force you to turn me in for some kind of experiment. These were amongst my greatest fears. They seem foolish now but, at the time, the made for a significant number of sleepless nights."

The silence slipped in like a sulky party guest, unwanted but neither of us were willing to kick it out.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel that way."

"You don't have to-"

"Silly El." She hoisted me up and silenced me with a kiss, partially dispelling the gloomy atmosphere. "You should know that I like to call the shots. If I want to apologize, I get to."

"Okay," I whispered breathlessly, air stolen by her uncompromising kiss. "But I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have hidden things from you."

She laughed softly. "Fine. We were both at fault. But honesty from now on, okay?"

"Sounds goods." My breath teased the skin of her clavicle, legs draped over her own. The blanket was drawn over both our bodies and we relaxed into a comfortable sleep. In the middle of the night, a strange feeling against my senses woke me up.

There was a shape curling through the air, a vision not quite seen. Reaching out a hand, I curled my fingers around it, cradling the energy in my palm. A little sproutling spread two adorable leaves to the sky, seeking light while inhaling carbon dioxide for the first time. Surprised, I went from blearly to fully awake in an instant.

"Helal. Helal. Look what I can do," I said in an excited whisper, shaking her awake.

"Wha-" she said rubbing sleep from her eyes, propping herself up in the bed. Upon seeing the plant in my hand she froze. Blinking rapidly did nothing to dispel what she was seeing. "How?"

"I don't know. There was this..." I struggled to find the word. "Thing. And I reached out and then- Poof. Little plant in hand. Pretty cool, right? I wonder if it's better than two in the bush?" I joked.

She covered the little sproutling with her left hand, looking around nervously.

"Hey-" I started but she cut me off with a look.

She began to speak in low hushed tones, "Look you have to-" Her eyes fluttered and she fell silent.

I felt pulling sensation like I was a balloon filled with helium and Helal had just taken a deep puff. Only instead of speaking in a funny high pitched voice, a sunforged blade was summoned to her hand, slicing through the bedding and into the floor with the hiss of water on molten metal.

"Eeep!" I squeaked falling backwards off the bed onto my back, my legs splayed up wide, baring my nethers to the equally surprised Helal.

"I manifested my wings?" she said, eyes the size of silver dollars.

"Don't worry, I thought they were beautiful. A kaleidoscope of stained glass catching the rising sun."

"That's not... You don't understand. I shouldn't be able to manifest on this plane. Not fully, like you're describing. We've had to use tools to access the ambient energy, such as the melnad. God's been desperate to find a mechanism to allow for the full use of our abilities. And I think I just found it."

Growing worried, I folded my arms across my chest, hunching my shoulders up. "What does that mean?"

"It means we're in greater trouble than I previously thought." Tension, ran in waves across Helal's flesh as she contemplated our situation.

"Maybe we can just keep it secret. No one knows but the two of us."

She shook her head. "That works in the short term. But these things tend to have a way of coming out when its most problematic. No. We need to get ahead of this thing. We need to-" She paused, and her demeanor changed, a confident smile ripping across her face as she narrowed her eyes at me.

"What?"

"I've been approaching this from the wrong direction. It's also a solution. With you I can-" She stopped talking suddenly. A realization crossing her face, an expression almost like she'd been stabbed. "I'm still doing it." Her voice was soft and broken. "Treating you like a slave." Brown eyes were wild, thoughtlessly staring into an empty void.

Hooking my arms around her head, I pull our foreheads together.

"Hey. Hey. Where'd you go? Come back to me."

"I'm still treating you like a slave. Deciding everything for you, just assuming you'll go along with my plan. Do you even want to be with me?"

I stifle a laugh by pinching my lips. Her lack of confidence a little adorable and a lot endearing.

This is the woman who had a full grown man trembling in his boots when she dropped me off.

"Ask me if I feel like a slave?"

"Do you?" she asked, pulling away from me.

"No. Of course not. I like your confidence and dominance, but I'm not a pushover. You step out of line, and I'll let you know it."

"You would wouldn't you?" she asked regaining some strength.

"Yep. And besides, I'm with you in this, and who would you rather have planning things, a confident alien invader, or a gender confused ex-farmer?"

"I'm not an alien," she grumbled.

"Semantics. If it walks like a duck and it quacks like a duck..."

"I do not quack. Nor do I walk like a duck."

I have to muffle another laugh. "I love you. Never change."

"You do?" she asked in one of the most insecure voices I'd ever heard, the hope in her eyes as visible as thousand watt light bulbs.

So sweet.

"Well... yeah. Otherwise I wouldn't have said it." I'd never had it feel so easy and natural to be that honest about my feelings, with anyone.

Taking a moment to process, she frowned. "I don't think... I don't think I can say it back. Not yet."

This time I do laugh. "It's not a transaction. Just because I feel comfortable enough to say it doesn't mean that you do. I know my feelings aren't entirely au naturale," I said in a foreign accent. "But they're still mine. That's why I was so angry when you said you'd take them away."

"I do care for you El. You know that right?"

"I'd hope so considering the things we did together yesterday." I fake fanned my face at the memory. Although a very real blush did rosy up my cheeks.

Relief replaced worry on her face as Helal regained her normal composure. Swooping forward, she swept me up in a scorching kiss that had me swooning in her arms.

"Then it's decided. Stay right here. I need the... I'm gonna go get something." Helal was almost giddy, childlike in her excitement.

I lounged on the bed not moving until she returned five minutes later with a bowl of sloshing water that refused to splash over the sides.

"What's that?" I asked, peering over the edge of the bowl. There was nothing extraordinary about the water. The still surface dutifully reflecting the ceiling and Helal's beautiful sunset hair.

"This, is a scrying basin, and, ever since we've entered this world, it has lain in a supply closet, dead and useless due to the energy requirements to make it work."

Setting her hands on the basin, she scrunched her face in obvious concentration. Intrigued, I focused my attention on the surface of the water. For a few long moments, nothing happened. Then, the water rippled becoming opaque, as if a dense fog slithered just below the surface. Shapes twirled in the water, but, just before they could resolve, my angel released the basin with a weary sigh.

"Was that what was supposed to happen?" I asked. Scratching idly at her back, I waited for her to recover.

"No... and yes. This is what I expected to happen with me trying to activate it by myself. Now, if I try to channel it through you..." A hand landed on my shoulder, followed shortly by a rush of sensation that made the hairs on my arm stand up straight. The water in the bowl bubbled and swirled, settling quickly into a clear image of a wooden ball about the size of a grapefruit, every centimeter covered with tiny runes that glittered translucently.

"Voila. Easy as pie."

Amazed, I looked at her with wide eyes. She swept me up into a kiss, holding me tight while spinning me around. Her wings manifested in their unearthly splendor, wrapping us in a web of warm light. Her eyes danced with excitement as she released me.

"First things first. We need to get you out of those restraints."

"But... I kind of like them," I admitted. Embarrassed, I rubbed at the metal while Helal smiled indulgently at me.

"As long as I'm with you, I can make you some new ones." Palming my cheek, she waved her other hand and a new golden restraint glimmered into being just above the existing one. "I've no problem exploring your kinks together. But for now, we need to be practical. Okay sweetie?"

"I don't have kinks," I denied reflexively.

Snorting she gave me a look that said, 'Really?'. Materializing a chain, she tugged on it with a jerk. The manacle pulled at my hand while radiating my flesh with a dull warmth. Inhaling sharply my eyes went wide, arousal thrilling as it poured into my sexes.

She released my cheek and the conjured restraint and chain dissolved into the aether. "You were saying."

"Maybe I have the teeniest, littlest bit of a submissive streak," I said with a shy smile.

"Glad to hear it. Never would have guessed. Is it okay if I take them off now El?"

"Sure."

She grabbed my arm and then frowned. Twirling, she spun us so that she was seated on the couch with me in her lap. "Much better." Our hand entwined between our bodies and her eyes flashed gold. Little chunks began to disappear from my manacles, accompanied by little flashes of firecracker light. It was looked like dozens of invisible piranhas were taking turns chomping chunks from the betal structure. Shaking my wrists they slid from my arms onto the rugs with solid thuds. My arms felt light as feathers.

I don't know what I suspected, but it certainly wasn't this.

Helal captured my hands and laced our fingers together. Her eyes flashed again and she leaned forward, placing three kisses on my neck just beneath my ear. She moved away and she delicately removed the metal collar, tossing it to the floor to land next to its brothers. Her arms curled around my waist and she laid the hollow of her chin along the unadorned crook of my shoulder.

"What now?" I asked, rubbing circles into her back.

"For now, we rest and pack. Tomorrow, we act. My little experiment proves that the armory is open to us. I'll go snag a couple choice items and then we make our escape."

"Helal, I'm scared."

Freezing, she stiffened in my arms.

"What's wrong?" I asked, holding her at arm's length, staring with worry.

"I don't know that you've ever said my name before. It was just a little odd, that's all. Good odd, not bad," she reassured. Hesitating, she took a moment to come to a decision. "Actually, Helal's not my given name. My full name is actually Lucifer Helal Morningstar."

My eyes were the size of saucers.

"What? I didn't think that would be a big deal," she said, obviously confused by my reaction.

Does she not know the stories? It can't be a coincidence especially considering my own secret.

"No, it's just that, what are the odds? My name isn't El either. My name is Lilith Eden Dunmore."

"Lilith huh?" She showed no recognition of the name.

"Please don't call me that, Lucifer." Narrowing my eyes, I frowned at her.

"I have no problem being called that, Lilith," she said playfully, booping me on the nose.

"I'm serious, I have some... unpleasant memories associated with that name. elementary school is such a formative time and kids can be quite vicious when they want to be.

Helal sobered up, and apologized by knocking her forehead to mine. "Alright. I have no problem with that. Besides, calling you anything other than El would just feel weird. Now, why don't you take a bath while I prepare our things."

Squeaky clean and swaddled in the same robe as my first night, I dried my long hair with the a fluffy towel. Helal was already in bed, a packed black duffel bag was set along the wall, presumably containing our necessary clothes and gear.

"Get in here." Helal held open the comforter, revealing her creamy golden skin in the dimmed lamplight. I disrobed and snuggled into her warmth. Her heartbeat was slow and steady, calming me with it metronomic beat. The locks of my hair were brushed with strong fingers. The last thing I remember was a delicate kiss on the top of my head.

Helal's voice roused me from my sleep. "El... El. It's time to go."

"Are you going to go get the... artifact that you need?" I asked blearily.

"Not exactly." She bobbed her eyebrows patting a sturdy looking backpack while she did.

"What do you mean?" Rising to my feet, I tried to figure out what she was saying.

Underwear first. Then pants. I had no idea boobs would be this bouncy.

Chuckling at my struggles to get dressed, Helal pulled a familiar wooden orb from the backpack.

"Isn't that what you showed me in the scrying bowl?" I asked while I pulled a shirt over my head. It was very odd to look down and see my expanded bust. I had a moment of almost nostalgia for my breast wrap, uncomfortable though it had been.

"Yep. And our ticket out of here. I thought it would be mean to leave you to worry so I snuck out while you're asleep." She tossed the magical artifact into the air, catching it smoothly with her other hand. "What do you say babe? Ready to travel the planes with me?"

"Forever? I'm not sure I'm ready for that," I said worriedly, concerned with the idea of abandoning everything I knew. Again.

"I'm sure we can figure it out. We'll have each other, El. We'll be unstoppable." Her eyes flashed gold and a conjured tongue licked the rim of my ear, making me giggle.

"Alright already. You've convinced me. I am convinced. Wherever you lead, I'll follow La," I said.

"La?"

"You don't like it?" I asked with a small voice.

"I didn't say that. La? La. La La La. I kind of like it. Like a song." Hugging me close, she planted a kiss on the tip of my nose.

Her approval made my insides do a happy little dance. I had to wriggle out of her embrace to don my shoes. My violet black hair flopped in front of my eyes, and I blew it out of the way with an exasperated breath.

"Here, let me." Helal adroitly pulled the wayward strands into a tight ponytail, securing it back with a hair tie.

I took a large breath, releasing it slowly. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be La. What do I have to do?"

"Just stand there and look pretty? I'll handle the rest," she said with a jaunty wink. She captured my fingers with her own, lacing them together. The air came alive with magic, Helal's brown eyes flashed gold, the orb began to levitate from her palm, runes lighting up with brilliant white light that painted distorted symbols on the cloth walls of the tent. With a heavy thrum, an oblong oval rent the air asunder. It was like staring into a clear winter sky, nothing but twinkling stars against a backdrop of spilled ink.

Without ceremony, Helal scooped the prepared duffel bag and tossed it through the portal. There was no sound of the bag's passing, one moment it was there the next it was gone.

Gulp.

"Don't look so scared. I've done this loads of times. Trust me. Everything will be fine." She said it with such conviction that I had no choice but to believe her.

Bolstered by her words, I nodded my head.

"This is gonna be fun. No more paperwork," she cried joyfully, charging forward into the unknown, drawing me forward by our linked fingers. With those suitably weighty words, the portal swallowed me whole.

End

Author's Note: We find ourselves at the end of another pseudo cliffhanger. I don't really have any concrete plans on continuing this tale unless the reception and response is significant enough. To that end, let me know what you thought of the story below. Whether you liked/disliked it, any specific parts you enjoyed, or even if I should abandon new works in favor of old ones. Any and all feedback is welcome. As always, thanks for reading and I hope you're having a nice day.