Page 44 of Fear No Hell
Sam
The world is lit in red. Every hue and shade of it, all so vibrant that, for a split second, I think something is wrong with my eyesight. I blink. It doesn’t go away. Instead, the colors intensify, transitioning from crimson to a deep scarlet that throws everything into ominous, shifting darkness.
Little looks familiar to me here. While I am lying in the comfort of a bed, soft sheets curled around my hips, my surroundings don’t look like the guest bedroom.
I dart a quick look around me and grunt in irritation.
There’s nothing here to help me identify where exactly I am.
Not unless I suddenly have a room in my house where craggy rocks gather overhead to comprise a surprisingly high ceiling and the shadows have gleeful faces that howl and cackle before vanishing without a trace and too quickly for me to get a glimpse of them.
I push myself up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. Against the bottom of my left foot is a rough patch of floor. As I shift my weight and push to a stand, liquid pools around my ankles, caressing my legs.
What is going on? And where in the hell am I?
I stagger slightly when I try to take a step forward. Fuck, my equilibrium is shot. The room wavers around me, and then I’m crashing to the ground. It feels like I’m drunk, even though I haven’t had a drop of alcohol in years. Not since the day I found out alcoholism is genetic.
I press my hands to the ground to stand; whatever fluid is on the ground sloshes against my wrists, splattering up my arms. In the almost darkness, I can see stains of red, a shade or two lighter than the color dotting my skin, feel the thick stickiness of it.
Recognition dawns on me with the intensity of a punch to the face.
Every doctor knows this bizarre viscosity—thicker than water, thinner than syrup—and can identify it by touch alone. I suck in a deep breath; the metallic tang of copper thick in the air confirms it.
This is blood. The bed is sitting in a lake of blood. And at this depth, more than one person must have been drained to fill this room.
A flicker of alarm runs through me. Lila. Where the fuck is she? What if this is her blood?
The alarm grows into full-fledged panic that forces me from the ground, staggering around for an exit. I trip but grab the side of the bed before I can fall. “Lila.” I wait a second. She doesn't answer, so I call again, “Lila!”
I don’t know why I’m so certain she’s here, but I know it with the same level of certainty that I know I’m a medical resident.
That my name is Sam Eaton. That I’m in love with Lila.
“Sweetness, where are you?” The words are barely audible, even to my own ears, and they’re lost in the sudden slam of a door.
“Samael,” a warm, throaty voice says. The panic brewing in my chest dissipates slightly at the confirmation that Lila is here and seems to be okay.
With the characteristic uncertainty of sounds in the darkness, I can tell she’s close without any understanding of the exact distance. “I’ve waited for you for so long.”
I’m so glad to hear her voice that I spare only a passing thought for how she knows my full name. “Lila?” I reach forward blindly and touch soft skin. “Is that you?”
“Samael, my loyal consort, I’m here,” Lila confirms. “I'm always with you.”
At her words, the flashing scarlet lights go solid, brightening enough for me to see my goddess standing in front of me. The sight of her has my jaw dropping in shock.
Sigil tattoos decorate her body, black swirls and lines making up the glyphs that run the length of her forehead and cheekbones, across her chin and over her naked body like the mythic Pictish warriors of old.
Her irises are scarlet, the pupils vertical slits of black that look almost reptilian.
Two striated, violet horns are nestled in her dark hair, the base thick before they thin as they arc up and backwards into sharp points.
I should be terrified. I know that. Instead, I go instantly, painfully hard as she scrapes her claws gently down my chest. Unable to stop myself from pressing into the touch, forcing her black talons further into my skin.
A smile teases at her mouth, one delicate fang biting into her lower lip as the sharp edge of one claw breaks my skin. It takes a split second that somehow feels like a millennia for the drop of blood to fall. “My pet,” she purrs. “So desperate to bleed for me. To give your heart to me.”
“It’s yours, sweetness.” I’m laying all my cards out on the table, revealing every secret I have. I’m hers. I have been since the beginning. “Everything I am is yours.”
She leans forward, shredding my shirt until it’s fluttering to the floor in tatters, and then she’s licking the droplet of blood from my chest, tonguing my skin for more. Growling and sinking her fangs into my chest when she can’t get it.
The prick of her fangs biting into me, the gentle sucking of my blood from her marks, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt.
My hand rises to wrap around the back of her head, clutching her to me so she can’t pull away.
Can’t take away this incredible feeling, so overwhelming that I find my muscles giving, my body slumping back onto the bed, dragging her with me as I fall.
She’s straddling me, grinding along my dick, so wet I can feel her through the pants that are still on me for some unfathomable reason.
“Fuck, Lila, please, take everything.”
She stops me before I can say more. In the uncertain light, her eyes flash as she lifts her head. Blood—my blood, I realize with a whimper—stains her lips, dripping down her chin. “To you, I am Lila, but to the rest of the world, I am Lilith.”
“Lilith.” As I sound it out in my head, the name feels right for this creature—inhuman, bathed in shadows, and dripping with sensuality.
“No, pet,” she corrects, leaning forward to swipe her tongue across my lower lip.
“To you, I am and always will be your Lila.” For a second, one single heartbeat, she presses a gentle, drugging kiss to my mouth.
The next minute, she’s gone, ripping my pants from me, shredding them to reveal my hard dick.
The barest whisper of her fingers along my shaft has me arching, terrified I’m going to humiliate myself in front of my goddess.
Before I can lose control entirely, she traces up my body, stroking along my sides, over my pecs, up my throat, until she clamps her hand around my jaw.
A frantic whine slips out when she squeezes my chin just tightly enough for my mouth to fall open instinctively.
With a wicked grin, she slips two fingers past my teeth, pressing against my tongue until I’m choking, gagging against the intrusion.
Outside of my control, my body is thrashing against the humiliating hold, tears forming in my eyes.
Tears of shame, of pleasure, of desperation, all interwoven with no clear winner until her other hand suddenly grips my cock, centering it against her soaking pussy.
Pleasure forces the other two emotions to the back as she sinks down onto me, her head dropping back to release a throaty scream that echoes in the room.
I bark a shout around her fingers. “Lila!” Her name slips out, muffled by the makeshift gag, as I pump my hips shallowly, eyes rolling back into my head at the feel of her.
The burn of mortification becomes something warm and comforting, and I find myself sucking at her fingers, licking and nipping gently at her silky flesh, rather than fighting against them.
“Sweet boy, I knew you would fill me so well.” She lets out a breathy moan as she shifts, clenching tighter around me.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Her eyes slide shut before snapping open when I try to thrust further into her.
A small smirk teases at the corners of her mouth.
“I think not. No topping from the bottom. You don’t come until I tell you to. ”
My breath catches in my throat, raw need surging over me.
“You understand, pet?” Her tone is more stern, dragging a nod from me before my brain can give the direction to my head to confirm my understanding. The only thing I want in this life is to please her.
“Such a good boy.” As she purrs praise at me, her free hand comes to rests over my heart, pressing hard enough that it feels like a brand, and finally, fucking finally, she moves, her fingers still in my mouth, her hips rolling over mine, riding me.
The obscene sound of her cunt taking me deep, growing wetter every time she drops back onto me, paired with her sexy as fuck gasps have me tensing, mumbling insane pleas, all but begging her to let me come.
She feels like sin, like everything that has ever been depraved and wicked and wonderful in this world.
My breaths are coming faster, my balls drawing tight to my body.
I shake my head hard. I need to be good for her.
I groan. For my Lila, I can do anything, including holding out while she’s writhing over me, her soft gasps becoming hoarse cries of my name.
“Do you need to come, my beautiful Samael?” she rasps, slipping her fingers from my mouth and dropping her hand, still wet with my saliva, to my chest to paint my nipples with my own spit. I’m too far gone to do anything but groan in response, my cock twitching inside of her.
“I know how badly you want this.” There’s a knowing smirk on her face, but I’m too focused on not coming to pay much attention to it. Her hand drops between her legs, her head dropping back on a moan as she rubs her clit. “Tell me one thing, and you can fill me up with your cum.”
I whine, sharp and shrill, in response.
“Who do you belong to, pet?” she demands.
The barked question pierces through my lusty haze in a way that has me immediately barking, “You, Lila, fuck, all of me is yours,” in answer as I do my absolute fucking best to pull back from the orgasm that’s seconds from taking me under.
Her spine curls as she lets out a high-pitched scream, clenching hard around my cock.
I can’t hold back anymore, driving into her through the tight pulses of her cunt, each one stealing another piece of me as I try to stop myself from coming until she says I can. “Lila, please, sweetness, fuck, I’m gonna—”
“Come for me. Give me your cum now,” she cries before she’s lost to her own pleasure, the desperate clench of her pussy dragging my release from me.
All I can think about, all I care about, is Lila as my dick jerks deep inside her, the guttural shout ripping from deep inside of me as I give her everything I have to offer, from my seed to my soul.
***
I wake with Lila’s name on my lips and one hand wrapped around my dick, coming so hard that the passage from dream to waking is even more jarring than usual.
It doesn’t faze me that she can probably hear me or that I’m destroying the sheets.
Instead, I keep pumping my length, long past the point where I should have fucked myself dry, a hoarse cry punctuating each spurt of cum across my chest. “Fuck,” I whimper, shivers racking my body as another wave of pleasure rolls through me.
A sound at the door draws my attention. Dizzy, feeling like my limbs aren't working correctly, I lift my too heavy head in time to see Lila licking her lips as she stands at the threshold.
That one motion has arching, moaning as my cock pulses again.
What the fuck is going on? The same pitiful noise sneaks out of me once more as one of her elegant fangs digs into her lower lip.
“Sam,” she murmurs, moving across the room so gracefully that it looks like she’s floating.
In seconds, she’s next to the bed, staring down at me hungrily.
Her pupils are blown wide, her mouth parted as she extends a delicate hand, swiping it through the mess coating my naked chest before lifting the coated finger to her mouth and licking it clean.
All I can do is stare at her, panting as I watch the blazingly erotic scene play out in front of me.
She groans low in her throat as she finishes licking my essence from her finger.
“Lila,” I plead, not even sure what I’m asking for, just knowing I need whatever it is like air.
Lila goes still, her hand raised to her mouth.
In the quiet seconds that follow, her expression shifts, her eyes clearing and brow furrowing.
“Sam?” This time, when she says my name, it’s not sensual, it’s confused.
Her head snaps around, taking in the guest bedroom and my naked body. “What… How did I get up here?”
Something about the look on her face has my pulse spiking in panic. “Sweetness, what’s up?” Ignoring the mess I’ve made of my body, I push myself up, slipping my fingers through the hand dangling by her side. “You okay?”
“I don’t—” She inhales deeply. “I don’t remember how I got up here.” She clasps my hand tightly, squeezing her eyes shut before opening them again. Fear fights with an incomprehensible darkness in their depths. “Sam, I think something’s wrong with me.”