Mother of Demons

There was a door to Hell in the heart of the city.

It was just one of many, scattered all over the world. While it was true that all of them led, ultimately, to the same place, it was also true that Hell was an infinite, fractal abyss. No two paths into it were exactly the same.

This door, in particular, would take Aiden Blackwood directly to the lair of the demoness Lilith.

Thin and pale, with dark hair and a penchant for dressing in black, Aiden was the very picture of a modern occultist. It had taken him months to dig up a copy of the Diavologynecian Manuscripts, and he’d spent subsequent weeks on the translation.

The results, though, were tantalizing.

According to the Manuscripts, any mortal who could satisfy the lusts of Lilith—Queen of Hell, Mother of Demons, among the oldest and most powerful rulers of the abyss—would be granted one of her children. A demon familiar.

Only the greatest magicians of the ancient world had possessed the ability to summon and bend a demon to their will. No contemporary magician, mortal or otherwise, had managed such a feat. And now, Aiden would be the first among his peers to pull it off.

The door to hell lay along a footpath beneath the bridge. It was shrouded from mundane senses, appearing as a simple concrete wall—but it thrummed with power as Aiden approached, as if sensing his intent.

Aiden made the appropriate signs in the air, and the door unlocked: a line of red fire formed an archway in the wall, and then the concrete inside the arch evaporated, revealing a dark, shimmering curtain of power.

Steeling himself, Aiden stepped through the door into Hell.

Oppressive, humid heat washed over him. The skies overhead were dark with low-hanging clouds; smoke and dust choked the air and tinted what light there was a dull, ominous orange color. It was a blasted, barren, desolate landscape.

Aiden stood at the base of a massive obsidian tower. There were no seams in the walls, no tool marks in the smooth black glass. It was as if the tower had simply formed in one piece, sprouting like a tree from the dry, lifeless earth of Hell.

The tower’s great doors, each three times Aiden’s height, were unguarded. They opened silently at Aiden’s approach into a vast, cavernous darkness.

Aiden stepped through, and the doors shut firmly behind him.

A distant red glow overhead illuminated the interior of the tower. The walls inside were of the same polished obsidian as the outside, and a winding staircase rose up before him, leading all the way up to the tower’s shadowed heights.

Aiden took a deep breath and began to climb.

His footsteps echoed oddly in the darkness as he ascended the stairs, and sometimes it seemed like someone was walking behind him. Shapes danced in and out of his peripheral vision, always gone when he turned to look directly at them. Every so often, light would shine through the obsidian walls, hinting at shadowy lurid shapes encased within the black glass.

The air was clearer than it was outside, but still uncomfortably hot and damp. Aiden was breathing heavily, his knees aching, by the time he reached the top.

A door at the top of the staircase opened into a vast throne room, draped floor to ceiling in black velvet. At the center of the room was no high-backed golden throne, but instead a wide, carved armchair of ebony and dark brocade.

The Mother of Demons herself lounged indolently across the chair. Her form was not unlike that of a human, the lush curves of her body on full display beneath a simple, clinging black gown that evoked the dress of the ancient Greeks. Her skin, though, was the color of dust, contrasting sharply against the brooding darkness of the room around her. The features of her face were sharp and regal, crowned by a pair of ram’s horns that curled around to frame her face; her dark hair cascaded in waves down past her shoulders. Folded tightly against her back were a pair of huge, leathery wings.

“Aiden Blackwood.” Lilith’s voice was deep, rich, and carried a taunting edge. “What brings you to my home?”

“Your Majesty.” Aiden stepped forward and dropped to one knee. “Ancient tradition holds that you will gift one of your children to any mortal who can pleasure you. I’ve come to take you up on that offer.”

Dark fascination lit Lilith’s eyes from within. She shifted on her throne, sitting up straighter. “Are you truly prepared to service me, then?”

Aiden couldn’t help but smirk. “I think I can handle it.”

“Then I accept your offer.” She crossed one long, shapely leg over the other and gestured idly towards him. “Undress for me.”

Aiden stood, legs still wobbling a little from the climb, and rapidly shrugged out of his black leather jacket. Lilith made an annoyed noise at the back of her throat, her hairless brows lowering into a glare. Aiden slowed the motion into a tantalizing roll, and Lilith’s expression smoothed back into amused interest.

Clearly, the Queen of Hell wanted a show.

She watched with avid hunger as, at a languid pace, Aiden pulled his tank top over his head and off—revealing his whipcord-lean torso and the numerous tattoos that marked it. Some, like the hexafoil protection charm over his heart, aided in his work; others, like the intricate knotwork band around his bicep, were purely decoration.

Aiden kicked off his boots, unbuckled his belt, and slid his tight, black jeans down his wiry thighs. He kept himself well-groomed, his rapidly-hardening cock resting in a neat thatch of dark hair. It took a somewhat undignified effort to get his jeans all the way off, but finally he stood naked before the Mother of Demons herself.

His skin tingled under Lilith’s ravenous gaze as her eyes swept over him, from crown to toe. “Like what you see?” he asked.

Lilith’s plump, dark lips twisted into a lecherous smile. “Oh, yes.”

Then she stood and stepped forward.

Lilith towered over him, seven feet tall at least. Her graceful, clawed hands moved to where her gown fastened at the base of her neck, and the silky fabric slid to the floor with a quiet whispering sound.

Up close, Aiden could see that Lilith’s dust-colored skin was covered in fine, shimmering scales. Her ample breasts were heavy and full, her dusky nipples taut. Beneath the sharp dip of her waist lay full, rounded hips and thick thighs that rubbed together as she walked.

Her cock was already hard, weighty and thick and swinging with every step she took toward him.

Aiden licked his lips and swallowed. Lilith was older and vaster than any human civilization; of course she could appear as she chose, her form unconstrained by petty human hangups like gender. It was his own fault that he hadn’t anticipated this, or prepared for it.

He had no doubt that cock was going to be inside him very soon.

Lilith seemed to sense Aiden’s apprehension. She chuckled, low in her throat, and tucked a hand beneath his chin, fingers curling gently; her thumb rested against his lower lip and pressed the sharp tip of a claw into soft, vulnerable skin.

“Are you still prepared to please me, sweet thing?”

Her mouth hung slightly open; her tongue and the inside of her mouth were entirely black, sharp white teeth protruding slightly between her lips. Her eyes were black from edge to edge, and burning deep within them were two pinpricks of fiery red light.

She was beautiful, and terrible, and held the key to everything Aiden had ever wanted.

“Oh yes,” he said.

Lilith’s hand moved like a striking snake, clamping down hard on the back of Aiden’s neck. She turned and steered him past her throne, toward the drapes that hung behind it.

A quick gesture in the air, and the drapes opened without a touch. Beyond them stretched a wide obsidian balcony; there was no banister, the edge of the floors simply dropping off into empty air.

Lilith continued out onto the balcony, guiding Aiden ahead of her, right to the very edge.

Below, scattered across the barren plains of Hell, a loose crowd of demons had begun to form. All eyes were on the balcony and the figures standing there.

Whatever was about to happen, it would happen with an audience.

“Oh, god,” Aiden croaked.

Lilith pressed down, forcing Aiden’s knees to the hard, glassy floor. Then she knelt behind him, bracing her own legs inside his and shoving his thighs wide. Her breasts were warm and soft against his back, her scales rasping against his delicate human skin.

One of her arms looped around Aiden’s waist, her hand smoothing down his belly to wrap around his cock. Aiden gasped, head tipping back as his hips arched forward, but Lilith held him still. She stroked him once, from root to tip and back down; then, two of her fingers pressed against the base of his cock and lower, pushing down and in.

Aiden groaned up at the dark, ashen sky. Something strange and wet and hot was happening where Lilith touched him. After a few gasping breaths, he dared to look down.

Where his cock had been, a tight, pink cunt now rested between his legs.