Page 17 of Deathtrap


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The demon ran his thumb over my throbbing clit and curled this finger upward. I moaned again, and my breathing became choppy as he began to firmly work me until wet, squelching sounds filled the room. I could feel my pussy dripping as he continued to firmly stroke his finger against my G-spot, his thumb rubbing my clit in tight, unyielding circles.

An orgasm began to build, but I fought against it. It felt wrong. I didn’t want this. I hadn’t asked for this. I hated this creature that had stalked me and killed everyone I knew and loved. As much as I needed it, he didn’t deserve my pleasure.

Suddenly, a raspy, rattling voice echoed through my mind.There was no other way to explain it. It was like the demon was speaking directly into my head.

‘You’re going to come for me, Lilith. Whether you want to or not,’the demon promised me, and I tried to scream once more.

I felt myself clench around him as he inserted another finger, stretching me wider. My knees rubbed against my ears with the force of his movements. He was relentless with his strokes, and no matter how much I fought, the warmth continued to build. My body began to shake, and I could nearly feel his hateful sense of satisfaction when he finally pushed me over the edge.

The orgasm hit me like a fucking violation. It tore through my body, and I screamed into my own lips as my knees shook by my ears.

Death chuckled in my mind as he worked me through it, his thumb continuing to graze over my clit until I wanted to beg him to stop.

When the last wave of pleasure died down, he pulled his hand out of me and allowed my body to unfold. He splayed me out on the bed before him, sliding the hand that had justbeen deep inside me beneath his hood. An unmistakable sucking sound told me that he had licked his fingers clean beneath that deep, endless hood of shadow.

I was panting and raw. I felt used but also somehow satisfied and relaxed. The feelings were confusing and overwhelming, and I just wanted to curl up and pretend this had all just been a nightmare.

Finally, he patted my bare pussy twice, then turned to leave, releasing the grip on my soul. He floated ominously toward my door, and I drew my knees to my chest, tugging my T-shirt down to cover myself. I heard that horrible, rasping voice rattle through my mind once more.

‘That was a reward, Lilith. If I return and find that you have cut yourself, you’ll be punished instead.’

“Where is Chaos?” I managed to choke out.

‘I have not harmed the cat.’

Then, he was gone.

Several minutes later, I heard Chaos’ telltale meow from the living room. He flowed like liquid ink into my bedroom and hopped up onto the bed. I was shaking and sobbing with relief as the little cat curled into my chest, purring against me as if it were just a normal night. I fell asleep with my very warm, veryalivecat in my arms and a throbbing soreness between my thighs.

“When He lies, He speaks out of His own character, for He is a liar and the father of lies.”

—JOHN 8:44, ESV

The scent of Lilith’s tight little cunt remained on my fingers as I crossed into the shadow realm. She smelled of death and carnations. I found myself returning my fingers to my mouth, chasing the sweet taste of her.

Anger pulsed through me. I hated that I enjoyed it.

Lilith was the enemy. Since the day Yahweh informed me she would be my successor, I had hated her.

“What will become of me?” I had asked as Yahweh and I stood over the Sorter of Souls. Yahweh moved to sit at His loom and spun up Lilith’s soul from where He had kept her in purgatory. I watched His expert fingers wind her essence with a thread of wisdom, understanding, counsel, fortitude, knowledge, piety, and, finally, my least favorite of the seven… fear of The Lord.

“You must trust in me,” Yahweh said cryptically, and I snorted. I hated Him, and I hated this never-ending field of blinding white that He calledHeaven.I much preferred Hell, which had been mine to rule for the past thousand years.

I could not remember what I had been before. Yahweh said that my role of leading souls to judgment was my punishment for some great sin I had committed.I could not remember the sin, but I had found that I did not mind this job. It was all I knew, and I enjoyed tormenting the souls of those I was allowed to keep.

Even more, I enjoyed pulling souls from mortal bodies. It was satisfying. The ripping sound as the pieces of spirit snapped and separated from their earthly vessels sent zips of pleasure through my heart. I didn’t discriminate. If it was time for a soul to die, I was more than happy to give them death.

Except for Lilith.

She was not allowed to die, nor did I want her to. I wanted her to bear witness to the deaths of every single person she knew and loved. For one, it was training for her upcoming role as my successor. Two, it felt like revenge against her for taking what was mine.

I had been surprised the first time she had summoned me, dragging those razor blades down her wrists. I hated her, but she hated me more. I had made sure of that. So, when she first tried to commit suicide, I was intrigued. Why would she call for Death to take her when I knew she hated me more than anything else in her small, mortal world?

“You must condition her and train her to take your place. If she fails, there will be dire consequences for the both of you,” Yahweh said somberly. I didn’t miss the meaningful way He eyed the shimmering bowl of purgatory from which He had just drawn Lilith’s soul. The threat had been clear. If I failed, I would find myself floating in that bowl for however many years it took for Yahweh to feel I had learned my lesson.

“You have served your sentence. Now it is her turn. You will be rewarded for your obedience. First, you must make sure she is ready to take on your duties,” Yahweh said, and I forced myself not to scowl. I had not considered these past thousand years to be a punishment. I didn’t trust that I would particularly like Yahweh’sreward. Yahweh and I had very different ideas of what was good and what was bad.

However, we both agreed that purgatory was the worst thing you could do to a soul, no matter who they were.