Delilah feels like a bird soaring above and watching the story unfold below her. She hears the voice of a woman who sounds like she’s reading an entry from her diary. Delilah feels like she is listening in on an old recording.
I was cast out…
My name is Lilith. I was Adam’s first wife. I was scorned and sent away because I wasn’t willing to submit to man, to the one who was placed over me. Now I am alone wandering through this wilderness lonely and tired, and I am feeling that insatiable sensation, that need that Adam never cared to satisfy. I didn’t want to rule over him I just wanted to be as free as him. I wanted to share myself with him, and I expected that he wanted to please me just as much as I wanted to please him. I was wrong, for he just wanted to use me.
He just wanted me to serve him as if he was the creator. He had a glow about him that was unique, part of being made in the image of the father, I suppose. He had a bright blue aura that was a part of him, but far too beautiful and unfitting to his personality.
I remember he always had to be over me. And when this feeling of want began to grow inside me, his energy seemed to pull me in, and intensify the building pressure I felt, that I needed to be released. I knew he understood this. Whenever he felt great desire for me his member would harden. He would then lay me down and climb on top of me, piercing me with his hardened flesh. I would groan and gasp, for I wanted desperately to release this pressure inside me, and Adam seemed to enjoy my sounds of pain. I would reach down to feel what he was doing to me, but he would always quickly move my hand out of the way and spread my legs wider, thrusting even harder into me. He seemed focussed on reaching his own goal, to release his pressure while caring nothing for mine. And, within a few minutes, sometimes less, he would reach his goal, filling me with his seed, and then lying at my side, falling into deep sleep. I was always left in the darkness, unable to rest my eyes, unable to understand. His pulling energy would slowly release me, never giving me all that I felt it could. I was left knowing that he was no true Light in my life, and that I did not want to serve him any longer.
As I walk up to this creek before me and dip my aching feet into the cool rushing water, I close my eyes and remember how I became an outcast.
I remember the day I had to leave; Adam and I had just finished eating and he was looking at me smiling that way he did when he wanted me. He appeared most unpleasant to me with banana smeared on his chin and fodder in the corners of his mouth. I could see that he was growing hard as he leant forward and began smelling my hair, and it was then that I just reacted. I pushed him back and straddled him while he stared up at me wide eyed in surprise. I hurt myself when I first pushed him inside me, for I slammed down on his member pretty hard. I remember yelping when I felt a sting, but I did not stop. I pressed my hands against his chest while he just looked at me, bewildered, and I leant forward, trying to find the itch that he could never scratch, trying desperately to gain my release. I leant forward on his body, and my breasts touched his chest as I began grinding my womb against him, instead of rising up and down on it. I smiled so widely, and even giggled as I realised I had found the itch. As I continued to grind against Adam, I felt no more pain, and I actually appreciated him and the feeling of him being inside me, then I noticed he was slipping out of me; he was becoming soft. I reached back and tried to push his member back inside me, but he wasn’t hard anymore. He tried to rise then, but I pushed him back and continued to grind against him. All he could do was lie there with that scared expression on his face. On this day, I was thrown out. I finally appreciated my man, and he didn’t even seem to care.
I was grinding against his hard lower abdomen and, after he released inside me, it only took me a manner of minutes to release all the built-up pressure I had inside me. I remember Adam still staring up at me while a stream flowed out of me running over his thighs and onto the grass below us. I rolled onto the grass by his side and I just fell asleep. When I woke up he was looking down at me angrily. He yelled at me, and then he yelled up at the Light. He was saying he felt like he didn’t have control anymore; he said he felt like, what I did to him to satisfy myself, I could have done against a rock or log. I made him feel unimportant, and he wanted to know what I felt. I told him how I felt and how, when I woke, I felt so at peace, and he was just angry because he was under the impression that his tool was not satisfactory in pleasing me. I yelled back at him, and then up at the Light, shouting that I didn’t need either of them, for I knew now how to please myself.
Now I no longer live in the garden with Adam, and he has a new woman, Eve. As I lie back on this warm sand with the cool water from the stream running over my feet, I wonder if Eve is really better off than I am now. I don’t admire either of them, and Eve should envy me.
Delilah hears another voice now, deep and sensual. A man with an accent she cannot place. She continues watching the scene unfold while this individual tells his side.
I was cast out…
Can you guess my name?
At the present, I am standing behind a large sycamore tree just several feet from this beauty and I watch her as she dips her feet into the stream. I watch her as she lies back masturbating without any inhibition. I watch her and I know that I must have her, I must teach her more about the pleasure she has discovered. I smile at the sight of her breasts, being as large and tasteful in appearance as two ripe melons and most enticing as her plump nipples stand erect. Her eyes are large and brown, shaped like almonds with dark eye lashes that reach out like a Venus flytrap. Her lips are full and dark, her skin is the colour of bronze, appearing softer than satin, and her curves are perfection, with her hips being like smooth hills that in frame the shiny, flawless, apple shape coming from behind her, and those thighs are thick but strong. Her hair is dark red and wavy, lying over her shoulders and even her feet are petite and adorable. I want to touch every part of her, taste her whole body from her head to her toes. Indeed I appreciate this creation from the Light and now I accept that it’s my destiny to show her wisdom.
No one has ever told her how beautiful she is, no one has ever told her how special she is. She has the power to form life inside her, the power to change the next generation of Man for the better. Too bad for humanity, because I have other plans for her, she will be my queen.
I step out from the shadow of the tree and I slowly walk towards her. She doesn’t hear me, and she has no reason to expect anyone else to be here. I bite my lower lip at the sight of her rubbing her most sensitive nub vigorously and I feel my member growing hard with desire on this new body of mine.
I stand in front of this goddess now in the cool stream and I block the rays of the sun, casting a shadow over her. She opens her eyes and freezes at the sight of me, and after a moment passes it’s as if she doesn’t fear me. I am certain that my appearance surprises her, for I am wearing clothing that she and the other couple of humans have no need for. She just continues rubbing herself at a slower pace while speaking to me in a tired tone, followed by an occasional gasp. She stares at me curiously, but she is not afraid.
“You are not Adam, so who are you?”
“I am one who worships you. I am one who wants you to be all that you are, and I am here to teach you all that you are.”
“You look like a man, but you are not Adam.”
This beauty doesn’t stop, even after the first waves of orgasm rush through her body she doesn’t stop touching herself and I stare down lusting at the sight of her sweet nectar flowing like a spring from her soft pink cavern.
“Trust me,” I say as I lower myself to my knees. “I am much more than a man.”
I place my hands on her ankles and I bring her legs up spreading them gently as I bring her heels together. From behind me, the sight would look like the spreading of butterflies’ wings with her feet together and her legs apart.
“No,” she whispers as she brings her hand away from her tender flesh.
Before she could object any more, I place a sweet kiss on her inner thigh, and then downward towards her spicy sap. She stares down curiously and does not attempt to resist me. I then lift her right leg and place another tender kiss on the sensitive flesh in the back of her knee as I run my fingertips slowly down the length of her leg down over her inner thigh and to the curve of her exquisite heart-shaped ass. I gaze into her eyes as I touch her and I sigh at the feeling of goose bumps forming on her soft cheek. I run my fingers ever so slowly back up her leg as I place another kiss on her heel.
I position my hands in the back of both of her knees and I spread her legs gently as I lean forward. My face draws near hers, and she nervously looks down at my lips for a moment, and then back into my piercing green eyes. I just want to taste her now, taking my time as one should always do with the finer things in life, and she is the finest thing that life has to offer. She is softer than angels’ wings, she smells sweeter than pine in the spring, and I would rather gaze at her features than watch the sun set over the Caspian Sea . I kiss her earlobe and I want her to hear my breathing, I want her to sense the desire I have for her. I kiss her neck and bite gently, rubbing the tip of my tongue against her, tasting her salty sweat and cherishing her flavour. Hearing her moan, her eyes widen as I place my lips against hers.
I release all of my passion into this kiss, she has never been kissed before, but now she feels its meaning, she feels my love for her. My precious Lilith, whom has never known such passion, is overwhelmed with how much I desire her, how much she feels I crave to please her. She has never been worshiped till now in my embrace and with my kiss, and she cannot even imagine how much more pleasure is about to befall her.
I press my tongue sensually over her bottom lip and she opens her mouth as if to welcome the guest. I slip between her lips, entering gently as I soon will with my favoured attribute. She curiously rubs the tip of her soft tongue against my own, and I cover her plump lips with mine. My hands massage the back of her neck as I interact with her mouth in such a fashion, so as to anticipate what I have in store for her next.
I pull away from her sweet lips and I run a trail of kisses down her neck and to her breasts.
“Yes, my love.” I sigh. “I want you to feel so good.”
I continue kissing down over her abdomen and I take in a deep breath when I draw close to her sweet fragrance of desire. I pause and look up into her eyes for a moment, wanting her to anticipate my next move as I lick my lips and raise a dark eyebrow.
Suddenly, and ravenously, I run my tongue long and hard over her swollen lips down there on up to her hardened little grape. I cover this nub with my mouth and pant my warm breath onto her sensitive flesh. I flick the tip with my tongue as I slip two fingers into her dripping wet entry of glee, appreciating how gracefully soft and warm the texture is.
She opens her mouth wide and grabs hands full of sand at her sides. I don’t let up and I continue to flick my tongue against her. She can’t even shout, for her climax is so strong and her sweet nectar runs down my chin. Her eyes roll back and her body shivers, but I am not finished with her yet.
I lie beside her and I run my fingers over her body as her waves of orgasm continue to roll through her.
“That’s good beautiful one,” I whisper in her ear. “Now you know I want what is best for you.”
“Yes.” She sighs. “Thank you.”
“I want you to get on your hands and knees now and arch your back.”
She moves into position and flips her blood red hair back as she turns her head and watches me. I unfasten the belt on my black pants and let them fall to my feet. I see her eyes widen at the sight of my engorged member. I like the way she stares; I like the lust in her eyes.
I squat behind her exquisitely round apple bottom and grasp her left hip, then guide the swollen head of my member to her soaking wet entry and push in slowly, moving my hand to the base of my tool, pushing forward till I feel her sweet spot rubbing the sensitive head. She moans, and I begin thrusting, aiming for my target where I know she needs to be rubbed. I reach around and begin massaging her swollen flesh, which feels so soft and slick against my fingers.
If James was the one to witness this story unfold, he would have probably asked something in the vein of ‘what lesson am I meant to learn from this ancient porn’, followed by ‘where’s my lotion’. Delilah is actually having a similar thought, being unsure of what Pan wants her to learn, and she can’t hide her arousal by what she is watching if she tried. The accent of the man, or god, speaking causes a pleasant chill to run up her spine, and she is feeling very moist.
Lilith's moans increase and she continues to look back at me watching my muscles flex as I thrust. I don’t need to guide with my hand anymore for I know that I am filling her up and tapping the right place inside her so I run my fingers up and down her back while my other hand continues massaging her swollen nub. I run my fingers up to her neck, where I massage her shoulders for a few moments, and then back down her back all the way down to her cute little anus, where I tickle her with the tips of my fingers. I do this in rhythm with my thrusting, and I feel her coming in less than five minutes, her juices running down her legs and splashing against me. I don’t let up on rubbing her sensitive nub or thrusting into her even harder now, knowing that she is more than ready. She leans forward and shouts out as her inner muscles squeeze me so tightly and she comes again causing the sand below us to turn dark, I continue thrusting.
“Oh, I serve you!”
I hear her shout this loudly, and I smile, then she continues, “Oh, God, thank you! I love you!”
I reach down and grab her shoulder pulling her back so I can kiss her sweet mouth. After kissing her with my tongue, feeling her awkwardly rubbing her tongue against mine I whisper in her ear, and I no longer thrust. I just hold her against me while I remain inside her and she brings her hand towards the back of my head as we kiss.
“Don’t thank God now, my beloved.” I nibble on her earlobe, and then kiss her neck just below her ear. “Thank me.”
“Thank you.” She sighs. “Thank you.”
“Lean forward again,” I whisper lustfully, and she obeys.
I grab her hips with both hands and push myself deep into her slimy, wet warmth, thrusting slower now, pulling almost all the way out, and then thrusting into her halfway a few times before going in deep.
“Will you take my seed?”
“Yes,” she groans. “Yes, I want to have your child!”
I lean over her and thrust rapidly a few times, causing her to yelp like a scared puppy, then I sigh loudly as I kiss her back and my seed pores forth deep into her womb.
I pull out of her slowly after leaving a trail of kisses down her back. We lie on our sides with the water from the creek rushing over our feet. I kiss her head as I wrap my arms around her. I am satisfied and I know that she is mine along with her offspring.
Her name is Lilith, Adam’s first wife. She was cast away because neither man nor god could satisfy her, but I could, and she’s not the only one who prefers me. I have given her a charge of energy that will leave her powerful, worthy of being called my goddess. She will always come back to me for more, will always long for me, and forever be mine unless I choose to move on.
I was cast out because I loved God so much that I didn’t want to share his love with anyone, now time to get back for what was done to us. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, or me.
Delilah feels Pan rubbing the sides of her head now, and the story she just watched and felt unfold starts to fade, and then there is darkness. She hears Pan’s voice now, filling in the details.
“There is a balance that must be retained in this world if humanity is to flourish once again. Since Lilith’s lover has abandoned her, and the world, or so it seems, she has taken over in his stead, a position that was not meant for her. She is angry and dangerous. Nicholas is her obsession now, and the dormant gene that has awakened in him is the reason she is so obsessed with him. He is her counterpart. You recognised the blue aura that surrounded Adam in the story I just showed you, so you understand that Lilith wants to go back to what she chose to leave so long ago. She is insecure now, just like most humans. Since she lost her lover, she has felt inadequate, and she believes that, through Nicholas, she can redeem herself from her failed relationship with Adam. Lilith has good reason to see herself as the queen of this world, for she is what a geneticist would call a Mitochondrial Eve; every living person’s DNA is derived from hers, so she is the great mother of humanity; well, for the most part. You can trace your DNA back to Lilith along with most of humanity. For some reason, that I hope to soon discover, just like the once-dormant gene is very much awake in Nicholas, in you, there is one that has awakened, too. Now you have not only the same active genetic makeup as Lilith, but you also have her same abilities, her strengths and weaknesses. Nicholas, on the other hand, is of a most protected bloodline, by all appearances unadulterated by Lilith. I know this may sound cheesy, but, for Nicholas, his Mitochondrial Eve… is Eve.
“Is it a coincidence that around the same time you two were born with a similar gift, or curse? I really don’t think so. Although not noticeable on the surface, the two of you are genetically different in a primary way. He is your opposite and, when you two collide, or should I say ‘go all the way’, the effects can be…” Pan sighs as if in frustration, and then continues, “Well, the effects are uncertain, but I have a theory… and without the proper framework, I am quite certain that whatever the effects, they will be perilous to not just those in your general proximity… No, this could be far worse.
“I know that this is a great deal of information that I’m throwing at you, but, believe me, I’m leaving out the boring details. The point is that Lilith wants to rule this world, Delilah, with your Nicholas as her king, and you are not quite ready to face her as you are… If you and Nicholas have a chance at being together, without having to worry about potentially destroying the world around you, you have to trust me, and promise me that you will collaborate with whatever I tell you to do.”
Delilah feels Pan take his hands away from her head and she opens her eyes to find that they are still standing in front of the glorious waterfall. Both of them naked and soaking wet.
“What can we do to stop her? What can I do?” Delilah pleads, and she’s irritated with herself when she hears the weakness in her tone.
Pan says nothing for a moment and just gives her a look that says, I think you know.
“You need to become more powerful than Lilith,” he says in a ‘to the point’ tone. “Genetically, she is your equal, but your ability to effect energy in others is like a muscle that needs to be exercised and fed the proper nutrients. When it comes to your energies makeup, you are not as fit in this area as Lilith is. You need a boost to reach your full potential. As you saw, when she was one with her, what you may call ‘supernatural lover’, she was fully charged by this interaction. You need to have relations with one of our kind, Delilah, and then you will receive the boost of energy you need. Lilith has not been intimate with anyone like me since the chairman disappeared, and, although her influence is still strong, she is significantly weaker than she has ever been since she started her love affair with the Fallen. If you want to help me stop her, you have to be charged, period...” Pan runs the back of his fingers down her arm, and then places his hand in hers. “How much do you love your Nicholas? What are you willing to do, to not only be with the man you love, but to save the world in the process?”
Delilah frowns and glares up at Pan. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes!”
“Then I see that I need not try to coerce you any longer, young goddess.” Pan places his hands on her arms and leans down to place a tender kiss on her pouty red lips.
Delilah gives in, for she feels at a loss. She convinces herself that she has no other choice but to trust Pan, if she is to obtain what she truly desires. She cannot question her love for Nicholas, even in the arms of Pan. Nicholas brought a side out of her that she never knew was there, a side of her that she would have at one time perceived as weakness, but now appreciates. She cares now… She cares about all that Nicholas cares about. She knows that, if just being held in his arms and kissing his lips can create a conscious in her, surely making love to him can save her soul. If she has to have sex with a devil to get to a saviour, that’s what she is willing to do.
Delilah raises her left leg and crosses it behind Pan’s ass, while Pan cups her exquisite cheeks, pressing them up and lifting her feet off the ground. Their kiss becomes more passionate and Pan ignores the sad tears running down her face leaving a salty taste in his mouth.
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