Lilith

Alyssa never expected the ritual to work. She whispered the demon's name once, then again, heart pounding in her narrow bedroom. Heat rippled through the air, and Lilith arrived—tall, inked, her dark hair spilling like ink. She brushed a single fingertip over Alyssa's collarbone and the girl gasped, nipples tightening under thin cotton. They struck their bargain on the bed. Lilith slid the robe from Alyssa's shoulders, revealing untouched breasts and the faint pulse between her legs. The demon kissed her slowly, tasting the tremor on her lips before she parted Alyssa's thighs and drank. Alyssa's juices coated Lilith's tongue in thick, sweet waves; each lick pulled another moan from the girl's throat until her hips stuttered and she came, thighs shaking. Lilith wasn't finished. She lifted Alyssa's small foot, sucking each toe as though they were sugared fruit, tongue sliding between them until Alyssa whimpered for more. The demon answered by straddling her face, lowering her own slick cunt onto Alyssa's waiting mouth. Alyssa licked hungrily, tasting another woman for the first time, while Lilith ground down harder, tattooed thighs flexing. They twisted into a sixty-nine, each devouring the other's wetness. Tongues flicked clits, fingers sank deep; their cries mixed until the air felt thick with heat. When their bodies finally stilled, sweat cooling on flushed skin, Lilith reached inside Alyssa and drew out a glowing thread of soul—light and trembling—then vanished with it into the dark.