"Who's there?" Marie need not have asked really, she knew who it was the moment her body ached with familiar yearning.
She had descended from the main entrance of the temple whilst Esther was busy being nailed by an obese businessman. She should have remained to greet any clients that arrived, but it was a frustratingly quiet night and Marie wanted to try and take all of Barbossa inside her again.
"You know who. Do you have it yet?"
Marie fell to her knees the moment she saw the otherworldly figure emerge from behind one of the marble statues of perverse deities. Oh how she had longed to see her again! Need filled her as the singing that was not singing aroused her body unlike any other, save perhaps Kilili. But it was not to Kilili whom she devoted herself. Kilili had taken her in thinking she had been one of her own victims, her mind now unhinged from her presence. But it was Nimeth who had made her who she is now, who revealed her true darker self and had her embrace it, then become it.
It had been so difficult, so maddeningly difficult. Every time she had seen or touched Kilili she had wanted to confess all to her, to beg forgiveness and devote herself to her instead. But she had held fast, knowing it was the influence of her aura affecting her. She is Nimeth's, will always be Nimeth's, to be toyed with and disposed of by her as she pleases. "Yes, I have it." Marie reached back and moaned as she pulled from herself a tiny vial filled with milky fluid. Even contained, having it inside her had roused her to new heights of lust. She had been so tempted to pour it upon herself, even now she considered it. No, this is for Nimeth!
Nimeth languorously strode up gently brushed a lock of hair from Marie's face as she took the vial, "Well done. How did you convince her to surrender it?"
Marie smiled, "I said I was going to use on myself, to make me take it all at last."
"Ah," Nimeth said, understanding perfectly. She took Marie's face in both hands and kissed her forehead, sensing her darkest fantasy as she did so, the fantasy she could never quite bring herself to achieve. A fantasy she felt that giant freak would help her live. Nimeth intended to help with that, besides, she could do with some amusement, "Well, as to that..." Nimeth clicked her fingers and Barbossa, the temple's watchman, loomed into the hallway, all muscle and little brain, his enormous cock fully erect in Nimeth's presence. It had been too easy bending the freak to her will, Kilili had guarded the place against mortals, she never considered another Ardat-Lili appearing.
She saw Marie sigh with want at his appearance. Nimeth smiled, time to make her dream come true, "I have an ointment of my own to give you." Using sleight of hand, the milky white vial disappeared and another larger one containing red appeared. The moment she pulled away the stopper a husky scent filled the room.
"What is-?" Marie was cut off as Nimeth thrust her thin fingers down into her mouth and throat.
Nimeth grinned as Marie was clearly aroused by the act, but then Nimeth was certain she could do anything and Marie would be aroused by it. But not half as aroused as she was about to be. She pulled her fingers out, tipped the vial and the viscous fluid fell into her mouth, down her chin, onto her breasts. "These are my own fluids mixed with a few other ingredients I found to be effective over the centuries. You have been wonderfully useful to me Marie, but that usefulness is over. Time to give you what you crave." As soon as the jar was empty she tossed it aside and gripped her head tightly, gazing deeply into Marie's blue eyes with her own copper ones.
The effect was instantaneous, Marie's pupils dilated, her face flushed, her mouth salivated, her nipples grew erect. A puddle formed on the stone floor as her loins went into a frenzy. But it was into Marie's mind that Nimeth focuses, she searched, not that it was hard in her condition, and found her that part of oneself that yearns for self-destruction, that embraces the pleasure of ruin. She had partly opened the gate before, now she flung it open, allowing that fantasy to consume Marie utterly.
Everyone's darkest sexual fantasy varied, some are more grotesque than others. Nimeth had found a way to draw it out of a mortal's locked up mind long ago. To a true Ardat-Lili, bringing it forth is like seeing a work of art come to life. Now was no different. Marie had a weakness for grotesquely large cocks because, deep down, she fantasised about being torn apart by one. Of course the mind had measures for preventing people from destroying themselves as a result of their lusts, what Nimeth called the gateway, but it was a simple matter for her to break that gate open. Tonight Marie would live that fantasy, the concoction only spurring her to do so. "What a beautiful way to go." She whispered to her. Marie whimpered impatiently.
Satisfied, Nimeth stepped back and heard Barbossa growling like a beast behind her. She grinned as she saw him shuffling to get at Marie, the scent of the ointment working on him also. Only Nimeth's command stopped him from fucking her apart. Only Nimeth stopped the two from uniting in a murderous coupling.
Nimeth seated herself under the statue of whom she assumed was Dionysus, and released them both from her command. With shrieking fury they were on one another in seconds, Barbossa's phallus ramming fully into Marie, causing her to scream excitedly.
Nimeth chuckled as Marie met her end, she held up the vial to the candlelight and admired her prize.
With this, that Irdu-Lili will be hers to tear open.
******
With a start, Kilili returned to consciousness and sat up on her bed.
For the few minutes she had been asleep, if sleep is what it could be called, she had glimpsed her former lover Silili in that mad realm. She was having things done to her that no mortal mind would ever manage to conjure. Wondrous things that set Kilili alight with want, things that made this world seem that much blander to her. A dangerous view for an Ardat-Lili. Worse had been Silili's eyes, as if she could see her. Her eyes were alight with insane joy, inviting her to come join the unending madness, to delight in being a toy for those creatures. Kilili clasped her head, trying to suppress the desire to go there and become grounded upon this reality again.
She looked at the limp form lying beside her and felt that yearning for Satariel dissipate like mist.
Levant lay like a corpse, not breathing. She had had to close his eyes herself to imitate sleep. As she looked at him she felt an ache inside her she had not felt for centuries. For centuries she had sought to fill the emptiness inside her, the abyss within that drove her madness.
She recalled when Silili first encountered her, whoring herself in the alleys of Akkad. She had been sold as a child to the temple of Inanna, there she had been a slave priestess raised to become a holy harlot. But not once did she feel any reverence for that deity, always she felt empty inside. Only working as a sex priestess did she feel the faint vestiges of...something... build within her. As such she focused utterly on harlotry to the point where she was willing to break herself doing it. Considered too feral for the temple, she had been ditched on the streets where she sold herself for no deity, spreading her legs and filling herself with stranger's seed to feel that faint sensation.
It was Silili who found her and taught her about herself. "Inanna is the goddess of love and war to these people, but you serve the lady of lust and ruin. There is no love for creatures like us, love is empty to us. You feel empty becomes you are grasping for what is not there. You hold the potential to become as me Kilili, whore yourself in her name instead, until you break if that is what it takes. Destroy yourself, destroy your ego, and transcend above these cretins."
Kilili giggled, she had been awed by those words at the time. If she had known the reason for an Ardat-Lili's existence back then, would she have been so enamoured? "Silili," Kilili spoke to the mirror at the other end of the room, then looked at the body beside her, "Perhaps we cannot feel love in a mortal sense, but certainly there must be an Ardat-Lili equivalent. I felt it for you, I think. Now, I think I feel it again."
Carefully, Kilili straddled Levant's body and gingerly reached behind his head. With a sickening crack, she put his broken neck back together. In an instant the severed cartilage, bone and nerve endings fused back together. Levant opened his eyes, blinking in confusion to see Kilili atop him. His body responded to her at once, however, Kilili feeling his rising member pressing against her. She guided him into her and began working her hips.
Levant gasped and reached up to clasp her breasts, confusion forgotten in his desire for her. He rose up and down in perfect rhythm with her. Levant knew they could not feed from eachother, this was not about that. This was about two lovers coming together.
