Lilith was bored. After roaming the Earth for countless years, she was running out of things to do. Not that she was tired of living, nothing as melodramatic as that, just...bored. So, what was a millenniums old demoness to do? Why, get laid of course.
She always loved the fact that as the first woman created, she was perfect. That bitch Eve had nothing on her in the looks department, and besides, she was second best.Not to mention dead. So much for being the mother of humankind. Look where it got you. Delegated to nothing more than a servant, and blamed for all the ills of the world. And all Adam had to do was say "no".
She grabbed an apple on her way out the door, and headed towards Common Ground.
For years, the Demon Horde wanted to make the neutral ground in Canada. But the Arch Michael threatened an early Armageddon if he had to hear one more "eh" after a sentence. Therefore, they chose Texas. After all, who did not love a culture steeped in tight jeans, Stetsons, and hog tying?
Once she got to the club, she could not decide what to do. Teasing the Angels was always fun, they all had such a strict code of conduct, but they all had a body to kill for, and why tease them at her own expense? The Horde was interesting as well. They not only had...exquisite... tastes, but contrary to popular belief, also had amazing bodies. They, though, were a favorite dish starting to get old, and she was running out of ideas to spice things up.
So for the first thirty minutes or so, she just walked around, eying everything and everyone. It took a while for her to realize that even this, her haven of inequity was somewhat boring. None of the shows were able to draw her in. The screams coming from the rooms in the back barely even registered on her yummy-o-meter. What was that line? When masturbation's lost its thrill, you're fucking jaded...
"Well, slap my ass and call me Jade", she whispered to herself.
Ignoring the catcalls of those around her, she slowly made her way to the door. As her hand wrapped around the knob, someone grabbed her from behind. A voice whispered in her ear,
" You aren't leaving are you? You just got here. Besides, you look like you need some cheering up."
Lilith found herself being maneuvered towards one of the rooms in the back, amongst the screams of pleasure and howls of pain that were music to the ears of her kind.
Whoever was playing with her walked room to room, opening the doors to glimpse inside, offering her a tantalizing view of what was going on, only to chuckle and say,
"No, my sweet, this is not our room."
Every door that was opened on a scene of lusty pursuits, her captor made her watch for a few minutes, fondling her wherever he pleased and always whispering in her ear. From the first room, he grabbed a pair of handcuffs and trapped her hands in front of her. Three doors down he snatched a knife lying on a table by the door and cut off her shirt and bra.
By the time they reached an acceptable room, Lilith could not decide whether she was horny or pissed. She was usually the teaser, not the teased. If she refused to bow down to Adam, she sure as hell was not going to bow down to anyone else. But whoever had gotten his hands on her seemed an expert at what to touch to get a woman's juices going.
She was flung face down on an enormous bed, complete with four posters and all the necessary shiny for a good time. After securing her with the cuffs from a hook hanging from the ceiling, she was lifted long enough for the bed to be shoved across the room. Damn, but she loved brute strength.
Hands removed her skirt, leaving her in nothing but heels and black lace thigh highs. Her captor came up and wrapped his hands around her breasts from behind.
"So soft. These were meant for a man to play with."
A not so gentle caress, a hint of nails, and Lilith sighed in pleasure.
