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The third time changes everything.
We can let it ride
Play a new game
Heavy overtime
We can do it for life
With the apocalypse averted and the crown shining bright on her head, were it belonged, Lilith decides a visit to the Spellman matriarch is needed. Zelda actually looks surprised when she walks into her office to find her perched on what had been Faustus’ desk mere days ago.
“Lilith. What brings you here?” the witch drops a pile of tomes on the desk, near Lilith’s hand. The brunette raises her eyebrow but doesn’t move.
“Is that the way to greet your Queen, Zelda?” she intones. But the witch only rolls her eyes.
“What brings you here, my Queen?” she repeats flatly, while still riffling through the contents of the desk. Lilith is vexed at the witch’s clearly unimpressed tone. She expected a change of behaviour at the very least, now that she knew who she was dealing with.
“Is something the matter, dear?” Lilith leaned forward and moved Zelda’s hair out of the way to see her face but Zelda flinches and steps back, the demoness’ arm still outstretched between them.
“You got what you wanted, Lilith. Now, please, stay away from me and my family”
“I saved your niece’s life, helped avert the apocalypse, and this is how you thank me?” Lilith gets up and slowly walks the distance between them.
“Oh, please! You helped my niece bring forth the apocalypse. You lied to us for months, and only helped us to get to the throne.” They are standing so close the tips of their shoes are touching and they can feel the other’s warm breath on their skin. Lilith grits her teeth.
“Believe me, Zelda, I had no choice. And, yes, I wanted that throne. It was promised to me millennia ago. It’s mine. I thought if anyone would understand it’d be you; marrying a vile man for a scrap of power.” Zelda’s hands clench into fists at her sides.
“How dare you!” she hissed.
“Tell me, was it fun being powerless under his spell?”
Zelda startles. “How..?”
“Sabrina talks a lot.” Lilith shrugs, taking a few steps back. “That’s how it has been for most of my life, you know. Now, do you understand why I did what I did?”
The redhead’s brow furrows but she nods reluctantly, her anger slowly receding.
“I am not a threat to you or your family, Zelda, I have no reason to be.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Well, officially, to appoint a high priestess...” She looks at Zelda with barely concealed amusement. “Even though it looks like you’ve already taken on the role.”
“No offence, Lilith, but I’m your only choice” The brunette smiles and inclines her head in agreement.
“What’s the unofficial reason?”
“The unofficial reason is sex.”
"Sex." Zelda's lips are pursed. "Have you gone mad?"
"Yes, dear. Sex." Lilith resumes her position perched on the desk "I seem to recall a couple of instances-" She gets interrupted.
"That's when I thought you were some random excommunicated witch, not the bloody mother of demons!" Zelda's right hand clenches and unclenches, she needs a cigarette.
“Are you saying that you don’t want me now, Zelda?” Lilith’s lips curl teasingly.
“You and I both know what power does to you.” Lilith’s voice feels like dripping honey to the witch’s ears.
She wasn’t entirely wrong; she had been attracted to the woman before, but knowing her true identity made her lust feel sharper, more urgent. Just the thought that she had the first woman, the first witch, kneeling at her feet and moaning like a common whore not so long ago, has her swelling with both pride and apprehension. But she couldn’t very well keep treating her as such, as much as she’d like to.
Lilith can see the woman’s evident struggle, and with her first merciful act as Queen, she tugs at the woman’s arm until she’s standing between her now parted legs and pulls her down into a fiery kiss.
“What if I told you,” she murmurs against Zelda’s pink lips “that the Queen wants her high priestess to know how grateful she is?” The witch’s intake of breath is answer enough for Lilith to resume their kissing, her tongue darting out to tease at Zelda’s bottom lip and to coax her mouth open.
Zelda’s usually rigid figure slowly melts against the demoness’ warm body. Her hands rest on Lilith’s bony shoulders before sliding down her waist, marvelling momentarily at the otherworldly soft fabric of her royal gown. They continue their journey down her narrow hips, sliding underneath the skirt to dig her fingernails in her slim thighs. The demoness chuckles in response.
Lilith leaves a trail of sweet kisses down the pale column of Zelda’s throat while her skilled hands locate the zipper of her dress and tug it down, until it becomes a black puddle at their feet. She bites at the newly exposed collarbones, making sure to leave two matching marks in her wake; just as a reminder for future times. Zelda gasps and pulls her back into a bruising kiss that almost takes her breath away with its intensity. Her hands roam the demon’s back and, finding nothing, urgently tug at her dress, Lilith grins against her lips and it turns into a proper laugh when Zelda all but growls into her mouth “How do I get you out of this blessed contraption?”
Lilith snaps her fingers and the dress is gone, and so are the rest of her garments, crown included, to the redhead’s disappointment. “Better?”
“Unholy hell, woman.” Zelda stares at the vision before her. She had never taken the time to truly appreciate the brunette’s appearance but sitting on her desk, hair wild and legs spread unashamedly, she sees a glimpse of the woman’s true nature and she can’t deny that Lilith is painfully beautiful like this.
The demon smirks at Zelda’s utterance and slowly slides off the desk. “Nice, isn’t it?” She slips her hands underneath the woman’s silk chemise. “I think I might keep it.”
Lilith disrobes the redheaded witch with painstaking care, almost reverently, and the slip and bra join the dress on the floor, one after the other. She gestures for her to sit on the desk and removes her shoes, digging her thumb in the arch of each foot and drinking in the low moans of appreciation. The stockings are next; she unfastens the garter straps carefully and slides the silk down Zelda’s long, pale legs. The garter is the last to join the pile as her hands return to the witch’s soft thighs, gently spreading them enough for her to kneel in the space between. Zelda gasps and mutters obscenities to herself when she feels Lilith’s hot breath against the already soaked gusset of her panties.
The demoness’s finger draws random patterns on the sensitive skin of Zelda’s inner thigh, drawing closer and closer to her covered centre just to skip to the other leg and start over again. Zelda’s hands twitch, but she keeps her firm grip on the desk’s edge; it’s obvious that, this time, the brunette is the one leading the dance.
Lilith almost moans at the gorgeous sight before her. The light from a nearby lamp casts a warm glow on Zelda’s white, unblemished skin, her fiery hair glimmers with each movement of her head. She’d say the woman looks absolutely divine, if that hadn't become an insult in her eyes. She takes a deep breath to steady herself and almost chokes on Zelda’s intoxicating smell. This time a needy sound does escape her lips.
The last remaining garment almost gets torn in Lilith’s haste, and it’s the only warning the redhead gets, before the older woman’s mouth finally comes into contact with her dripping cunt. Two moans fill the room when Lilith’s tongue finds her folds, lapping at the wetness there and sucking delicately at her labia. Zelda’s thighs tremble, pushing against Lilith’s hands, unconsciously trying to close around the demoness.
Lilith finds her clit and starts slow, teasing flicks with her tongue, until Zelda’s hips are rolling and she can’t swallow her whimpers anymore. Zelda cries out as she scrapes her teeth against the bundle of nerves, hands flying to her hair and pressing her face closer to her cunt.
Lilith chuckles against her and doubles her efforts. She presses one finger against Zelda’s entrance; it slides into her wet heat so easily she immediately adds a second. The lewd noises coming from Zelda's lips urging her on.
She twists her fingers in a come-hither motion, while, simultaneously, pulling her clit into her mouth, sucking hard, and Zelda is suddenly coming with a scream, body quivering and clenching delightfully around her digits.
When the witch comes to herself, she finds she’s lying on her back on the desk, Lilith standing between her legs, sucking her fingers clean with a smug grin. She pushes herself up into a sitting position and grabs the woman’s waist to crash their mouths together and taste her own come from Lilith’s tongue.
“Had enough yet, Spellman?” Lilith purrs in her ear.
“As a matter of fact, no.” Zelda’s arms come to rest on the brunette’s shoulders, hands playing with her hair. Lilith grins mischievously.
"I hoped you would say that." She presses her hips forward and is absolutely delighted by the sound that leaves the witch's lips, when she feels the cold head of a toy press against her mound.
"Fuck, Lilith." The redhead fights a pityful whimper as her eyes close in pleasure. "And what if I had said yes?" She pants.
Lilith fixes a stray red curl behind her ear, the villainous grin still very much in place. "Oh, please. We both know you'll never have enough of this."
Lilith waits for Zelda to try and answer back before she lines the toy up against her entrance and fills her in one swift thrust. Zelda lets out the pretties mewl Lilith has ever heard in her long, long life, head falling heavily on her shoulder.
This is what she's wanted since that first time she noticed the prim, devoted witch. To have her loose and pliant in her arms, the dark lord the furthest thing from her mind. She wants her to forget everything but her name, she wants to take her apart and build her back up again. She wants this witch more than she ever wanted anyone. Not Lucifer, not Adam, just Zelda and her perfect copper curls, her pale, soft curves, the sharpness of her mind, and that delicious darkness she can see simmering just underneath her pretty façade.
Lilith’s thoughts screech to a halt and she groans unexpectedly as she feels the redhead’s delicious cunt squeeze around her toy. “What the- Zelda!”
Zelda nibbles at her jawline in response, looking up at her with a coy smirk and hooded eyes and, fuck, she’s going to ruin this woman if it’s the last thing she does.
She takes hold of her hips, with a grip hard enough to bruise, and pulls her to the edge of the desk to start fucking her in earnest. Zelda almost chokes, her legs immediately linking behind the demoness’ back, holding on tight. The toy may not be the biggest thing she has ever taken but it comes close and she’s in the perfect position for it to drag against her clit with each thrust, she knows she probably won’t last long.
Lilith claims the witch’s lips with her own as she relentlessly hits as deep as she can. Zelda feels so good around the toy, she can barely restrain herself. She can feel her wetness gathering at the base of the strap, her own arousal seeping down her thighs as her clit drags against the leather harness with every movement.
Zelda whimpers in her mouth every time her thrusts hit home, as if she’s fucking the noises right out of her. “Please, please, Lilith.”
The priestess’ vision blurs and she forgets how to breathe until Lilith’s teeth scrape at her neck and she bites down hard, marking the witch as hers. Zelda throws her head back in a silent cry as she comes, clenching impossibly tight around Lilith, a rush of arousal spilling between them.
The whole display proves to be too much for Lilith and, with one last deep thrust, she follows Zelda over the edge, moaning her name against the bruised skin of her neck.
They come back down slowly, shuddering and panting, Lilith’s hips still rocking leisurely inside the redhead.
“Did you just claim me?” Zelda, somehow, doesn't manage to sound quite as outraged as she’d like.
“Don’t fret, Zelda, that tradition died a long time ago. It’s just a bite.” The witch hums in understanding, mind still lost in the haze, the disappointment in Lilith’s voice passes her by completely unnoticed.