Chapter 2 Lilith's simple life

Lilith went through her garden, collecting the herbs and flowers she needed to make her spells. She tied them up to dry in her kitchen.

Her tiny home was located in the country, where she was free to do as she pleased. She tended her chickens and pigs before heading indoors for the night. She had cleared Samuel's room, readying it for a new apprentice if the coven requested her to take another.

Screwing up big with her last apprentice; he hadn't used a barrier, a big no-no when summoning demons.

Her thoughts kept returning to that night and the amazing sex.

It was a rape, she corrected her mind. Scowling, she stomped through her home with her burning sage to clean the wickedness away.

She dressed for bed and had a restless night, tossing and turning over dreams of an incubus named Xazel.

Xazel hell

I can't get satisfied; I'm currently balls deep in Rozelle, and I'm not able to release.

I've been at it for hours. I'm bored of her already.

"Bring me Ardon; he has a nice tight ass," I growled. Ardon runs to me and grasps my cock, stroking it with his four hands. His long tongue slips around my length and shimmies around it.

"Turn around and lift your tail," I sneer. He does what I ask, and I ram my cock into his tight ass. I'm thrusting like crazy and still can't get satisfaction. My mind drifts to that damn witch.

“She has cursed me,” I growl in my mind. Still, I think about her luscious curves and how she felt. I keep thrusting but get nowhere. Ardon turns, looking back at me, confused; he knows my mind is elsewhere. I pat his back.

"Thank you, friend. Please leave me," I scowl. I sit back, closing my eyes. My mind fills with a vision of the dark-haired witch, and I start to stroke myself.

I felt my hot spunk coating my hand and sighed with relief. She has definitely cursed me, I sneer as I wipe my hands against my thigh. I will find a way to break her curse. I growl as I head to the shower.

Lilith to summon or not

I wake up hot and frustrated. My dreams over the past week were very explicit. I'm angry at being sexually attracted to the damn demon Xazel. It had been several months since I had summoned a demon for pleasure; the last one had given his name Necas. I'd forgotten how amazing it felt. I'm tempted to summon Xazel just to see his expression when I know his name.

"He's cursed me, the bastard," I growl to no one. I kept thinking about the summoning and kept talking myself out of it. By the evening, I chose to do it. I prepared the area in my living room, pushing furniture to the side.

I brought out Samuel's notes and prepared my pentagram with a salt barrier and started the spell. I sat back as the large demon appeared inside my circle.

I got a better look at him. Long, shiny black shaggy hair, caramel colored skin, a handsome face with curled black horns, and red eyes directed at me in anger.

"Hello again, Xazel," I grin. He scowls at me, stepping closer.

"Salt circle bud, I'm not a novice," I snap. He growls and curses at me. I just sit on my couch and observe him. Of course he's naked, his large, hard member standing tall and proud. I was ogling it when I heard him chuckle. He swings the protruding flesh my way.

"You like what you see, witch," he growls. I rubbed my thighs together; he was turning me on with his damn pheromones.

"What did you do to me?" I sneer. He gets close to the barrier and snarls.

"You have cursed me, witch. I cannot be what I am because of you," he growls, clenching his fists at me. I start to laugh at him.

"You're an incubus, demon; there's nothing I could do to change that," I state. He blows hot air towards me, and I moan, pleasure coursing through me.

"Damn you," I growl.

"Too late, witch," he grins. "Let me out, and we can play," Xazel winks.

It was so tempting, yet I hesitated. Xazel looked excited by my pause and was actually smiling, his fangs poking over his lip.

"I don't think that's a good idea," I mumbled. "There is nothing good about me," he laughed. I quickly performed a protection spell and cast it over myself, then brushed the salt away with my foot. Xazel quickly walked up to me, towering over me. His tail comes and wipes against my thigh. I shuddered at the feeling.

"I need you to end this curse you've placed on me," he growls, looking down at me. I have no clue what curse he thinks I've done and shrugged.

"Ok, I release you of your curse," I snort. He nods and sniffs the air.

"I can smell your desire; come and please me," he orders. I cross my arms and shake my head.

"No, I don't think so, Xazel," I mumble. Xazel lifts his eyebrow, twirls his finger in the air, and my clothes fall from my body. He stands grinning at my nakedness. He cocks his head, and his tail wraps around me, pulling me to him. I'm lifted and carried to my bedroom. He doesn't wait for my body to get prepared. He lays me down and forces his large girth inside of me.

"No foreplay, you're an asshole," I whimper. He pulls out and buries his face between my legs. Xazel eats me like I'm his last meal. I'm super wet, and when he thrusts his cock in me, I groan in pleasure.

He likes the sound and continues his probing thrusts. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips against his, forcing my tongue into his mouth. I run my tongue along his fangs; he growls and starts assaulting my tongue with his.

I'm holding on to him tightly, and he's visibly shocked by my actions. I push at him to lie down. He does so reluctantly. I crawled up and impaled myself on him. I moan loudly as he is completely buried in me, and I begin moving myself up and down his length.

Xazel's eyes are hooded as I run my hand over his chest and up on his horns. I bend over and start kissing him again. His tongue moved with mine. He thrusts up, and I orgasm hard, squeezing his shaft tightly. He thrust a couple more times before I felt him coat my insides with his release. I relax and press a soft kiss to his lips. I was smiling, looking down at his red eyes. A flash of confusion lit them as he watched me.

"What sort of trickery is this, witch?" he asks. He lifts me off him and drops me to the bed. He has his hand pressed against his chest.

"My heart is thumping in my chest; my heart beats for no one. What have you done?" he sneers and vanishes. I looked at the space, frowning. Had he said his heart beat? Oh shit, I grimace; that's not normal.