17
The light fades, and with it all my fear
The atmosphere’s electric, I can feel her near,
Her breath on my skin, her touch on my soul,
The spell has been cast, she has total control
The succubus, she comes to me,
Visits in the night;
Wringing the love out of me,
Our joined souls ignite
Quenton Morehead is alone with Lilith in his one-room church, the two of them repainting the pews. For the last two days he has kept clear of the girl, her sudden confidence and exhibitionism shocking the minister while turning him on.
A new approach was needed, one that played up to his granddaughter’s newfound persona.
‘Lilith, have we spoken before about the Succubus?’
‘Succubus? No, you never mentioned it.’ Feeling his eyes upon her, she allows her breasts to jiggle beneath the skintight top as she vigorously strokes the paintbrush.
Quenton fights the urge to drag her onto the dais and rape her. ‘The Bible tells us that the Succubus was a female demon who visited men, seducing them while they slept.’
‘And why should I be interested in this Succubus?’
‘For one thing, her name was Lilith, and she was very powerful.’
Lilith stops painting. Don Rafelo had never spoken of this. ‘Tell me about her.’
‘Lilith was Adam’s first wife, created out of the earth long before Eve came ’round. The Bible says the Succubus was a tantalizing beauty, like yourself, who refused to submit herself sexually to Adam.’
‘You’re not equating yourself with Adam?’
‘The point is, God created Lilith to pleasure Adam, but she resisted her calling. She left the garden and eventually became pregnant. It was Lilith’s daughters who mated with Cain and Abel.’
‘Good for her.’
‘The Succubus was powerful.’
Lilith looks up. ‘How so?’
‘She’d approach her victims under the cloak of night as a wind demon, using sex to control their will. The Succubus could control even the strongest of men. It is said that any man who fell for the Succubus never awakened from her spell.’
Lilith allows one of the overall straps to slide off her shoulder.
Quenton moves closer, taking the bait.
The teen’s cocoa skin crawls with his approach. ‘I can smell the stench of your lust, Quenton. Try something again, and I’ll hurt you even worse.’
‘You owe me. I could have sent you away long ago, but I didn’t.’
‘I wish you had. Maybe I wouldn’t curse my own existence.’
‘Just as I curse the day my wife and I took your mother into our home.’ He inches nearer. ‘See, I know who you are. You can’t fool me any longer.’
‘And who am I?’
‘Lucifer’s mistress-the Succubus-Lilith, reincarnate.’
‘Does that make you afraid, Quenton, or excited?’
‘Hush your mouth, heathen.’
‘I’m the heathen?’ She turns to face him. ‘How dare you-you, who spent so much time violating my innocence.’
‘What I did, I did to exorcise the Devil.’
‘And who is the Devil to threaten a man of God, a man of virtue? Why should you fear this fallen angel, Reverend Hypocrite? Ah, maybe it’s not fear, but jealousy that drives your hatred, after all, Lucifer is the angel of pleasure.’
Quenton stares at the girl, his body quivering.
‘Would you like pleasure, Quenton?’
Saliva drools from his open mouth.
‘Answer me, Reverend Sin. Would you like to screw me?’
‘Yes!’ He lunges for her, but she raises her fists, keeping him at bay.
Quenton bites his lower lip. ‘Why do you tease me?’
‘There’s a price that comes with pleasure. What is the price of the Succubus-Lilith? Say it, Reverend Slave.’
His eyes widen, his game suddenly turning against him.
‘Say it!’
‘My will?’
‘Exactly.’ She reaches for his hand. Licks his fingertips, then sucks on a digit, getting him even more aroused. ‘Say my name.’
‘Lilith.’
‘Who am I?’
‘The… the Succubus.’
Her moistened fingers casually brush the bulge in his trousers.
He drops his paintbrush and reaches for her.
‘No!’ She pushes him away. ‘Who’s in control?’
‘You are.’
‘That’s right, slave, I am in control. No more exorcisms, no more speeches about Jesus and God. I hate God. God deserted me the night he stole my mother from me and left me with the likes of you! God sat back and watched as you raped me and let you fuck my soul. God made me your victim. Now the dark forces empower me, just as I empower you!’
Her azure eyes blaze as she raises her voice, ‘Say… my… name!’
‘Lilith.’
‘Who am I?’
Tears roll down his cheeks. ‘God help me…’
‘God cannot help you, Quenton. God is a spectator in the game of life. God watches from his golden perch while innocent children are molested by monsters like you. Only I can help you, now, because only I can give you what you need.’ She reaches for his trousers and unbuckles them, getting an immediate response.
‘Yes… please-’
‘Stop whining and lie down.’
Panting like an animal, he drops to the wooden floor, lying spread-eagle on his back.
‘These are my terms, Quenton. Tonight I will pleasure you. Tomorrow, you will go to your bank and withdraw all of your assets, every penny. Then you’ll change your will so that I am the sole beneficiary.’
‘Why?’
‘Because I wish it, and because you need to please me if you want me tomorrow night, and the next night, and the next.’ She pulls off her shirt and licks her nipples. ‘Do you want me?’
‘Yes!’
