James and Lilith have a much needed heart-to-heart.
"Oh, fuck… Yes!"
"Ughh, Lilith…"
"Fuck, James, I'm so fucking close! Don't stop!"
"Lilith, I'm cumming!"
Moans and groans echoed through the Temple of Venus as James and Lilith made love. The perfumed air was heavy with sexual energy, and the two lovers emitted such powerful auras of lust that the very ground seemed to quake beneath them as they fucked.
On their usual collection of opulent cushions, Lilith sat in James' lap, bouncing wildly on his cock. Her arms rested on his broad shoulders and she looked into his eyes as she rode him. James held his mistress by her wide hips and thrust upward to meet her when she came down on him. A mere inch apart, they breathed heavily and moaned into each other's mouths, never breaking eye contact as their desire grew and grew.
James was at his limit though; withstanding the pleasure of Lilith's rapturous embrace was impossible. His balls churned and his dick grew unbearably hard. Giving in to his rising ecstasy, James groaned and prepared for the powerful climax to follow. But it didn't come. He didn't cum.
"What's going on?" James said through gritted teeth. A devious grin formed on Lilith's lips; her eyes shimmered with magic. "Fuck, Lilith," James moaned as he continued to buck his hips against the beautiful demoness, "What did you do?"
The demoness smiled. "Don't worry about it," she said, then pushed forward and locked lips briefly with her agent. "Just don't stop fucking me," she whispered into James' ear.
Caught on the edge of ecstasy as he was, there was no way James was going to stop. Lilith's magic kept him at the threshold of an orgasm, but his pleasure kept growing regardless. He moaned loudly as his mistress flexed her pelvic muscles and squeezed the walls of her pussy around him. She rode him ceaselessly, slamming her perfect body down onto his. The tortuous sensation of being unable to cum while still growing more aroused drove James mad with lust. He grabbed Lilith by her slender waist and picked up the pace of his frantic fucking. With rapid, powerful thrusts, James drove his large cock into the succubus, causing her to moan loudly alongside him.
Lilith's own pleasure was climbing rapidly, and soon she would allow herself to go over that glorious precipice – and take James with her. She knew her agent needed release desperately, and she couldn't wait to give it to him. Like a euphoric lightning bolt, overwhelming white-hot pleasure suddenly struck the demoness and triggered her orgasm. Her pussy gripping James' cock like a vice, Lilith leaned forward and pressed her forehead against her agent's. As the sparks of her climax began to fly, her mental control over James' pleasure relinquished and his sexual torment ended.
With sudden and explosive force, James erupted inside the gorgeous woman. Heads pressed together, bodies and souls joined, the two lovers experienced pleasure like never before. Mind rocked by an orgasm and a half, James could only stare wide-eyed at the black-haired beauty he held in his arms. His mouth hung open and groaned sporadically, unable to put together words to express the immense euphoria to which he was being subjected. Every hair on his body stood straight up, as if electrified; every inch of skin shivered with carnal delight.
Lilith shuddered violently on top of the man and fell victim to her own powerful orgasm, her pussy clamping hard around the cock that flooded her with cum. James moaned louder and fell backwards, dragging the demoness down with him. Collapsing into the pile of pillows beneath them, the two locked lips as their shared pleasure filled them. Still intimately joined, they bucked wildly against one another. Desperate to get closer, unwilling to separate, James and Lilith writhed together in ecstasy.
Their sexual high lasted for a long time, but it did eventually pass. As their pleasure waned, their heads began to clear. Finally stopping their frantic thrusting, the two broke their kiss and lay still. A hair's breadth apart, they looked into each other's eyes and smiled lovingly. They remained joined together for some time before separating. Lilith cuddled against James, resting her head on his chest. James held the woman against him and stroked her hair softly as he stared off into the sky.
"Hey, Lilith," he spoke.
"Hm?"
"Warn me next time you do something like that, will ya?"
The demoness chuckled lightly. "Yes, sir," she responded.
The two lay together for a while before James spoke again. "We should probably get up and get to work, huh?"
"Yep," Lilith answered, not moving an inch.
"Do you wanna do that?"
"Nope. But I guess I will." With exaggerated difficulty, the demoness forced herself off James and sat on her knees next to him. James rose to a sitting position as well and turned to face his mistress.
"All right," James began, "So, as I was saying earlier before you jumped me…" Lilith rolled her eyes, "Ash scouted out the museum, and she thinks our best bet is to wait until the statue is moved out of storage and into the exhibit, which could take about a week."
"No way," answered Lilith resolutely. "We can't wait that long. Every second we delay is one second closer to Ishtar returning to the Temple."
James nodded. "That's what I said. So you agree that we should take our chances with security?"
"I don't see any other options."
"Ashley is going to try and find us a way past security tomorrow. If all goes well, then maybe we can pull this off before our window of opportunity passes. I'm still open to going in guns blazing though, if all else fails."
"Noted," responded the demoness with a grin.
"One other thing," James' tone turned more serious. "Ash raised a decent question… and I didn't know how to answer it. How exactly am I supposed to destroy the idol, Lilith?"
The succubus adopted a thoughtful expression, staring off into the distance as she considered how best to answer James' question. "Well… with magic I suppose," she said eventually.
James waited expectantly for Lilith to elaborate on her answer. But she didn't. "That's… it?" he asked anxiously.
Lilith shrugged. "That's the best I've got."
"I figured you'd have at least some idea or plan for destroying the thing…"
"I'm old, James, not omniscient," she answered, smiling sadly. "I'm sorry, but I really don't know much more than you do about the statue. But if anyone can figure out a way to destroy it, James, it's you."
"You think so?" James asked, not really believing her.
"James, you've long since shattered my expectations. Every day you surpass your potential and surprise me. I have no doubt that you can do this." The demoness took James' hand in her own and smiled reassuringly at the young man.
"All right," James replied with more confidence, though he still had reservations of his own. "Then, no matter how we go about destroying the statue, I'll need to gather more sexual energy to strengthen my magic."
Lilith nodded. "Fair reasoning," she said. "But there are other ways to increase our chances at success as well."
"Like what?"
"Well, how has this plan been playing out in your head so far, James? If you're just imagining yourself breaking into the museum on your own, then you're thinking about this all wrong."
"What do you mean?" James asked, not sure what other options were available.
"I mean, James, that you're not alone," the demoness said. "There are plenty of people who would happily throw themselves in front of a bus for you – the effect of your magic on them guarantees it. Having more allies with you when you assault the museum will make it all the easier to get to the statue, don't you think?"
James put up his hands defensively and shook his head. "No. No way. I won't ask anyone to die for me."
Lilith frowned. "Well… maybe that's exactly what you should do, James." When the man's expression grew confused, Lilith sighed. "Ask them. Your past sexual conquests have unwavering loyalty to you that can be called upon if needed. But if you don't want to force anyone, why not ask them? Be honest and let them make a choice; you may find that their loyalty is to you, not your magic."
James was quiet for a while. He pondered the succubus' suggestion. Eventually he decided that it couldn't hurt to ask. After all, he'd already told Ash and Jess everything and they hadn't turned on him yet.
"All right, I'll talk to them. But, Lilith…" James went on, doubt and uncertainty creeping back into his thoughts. "What if we're wrong about the statue? Even if I can get to it... even if I can destroy it… what if it doesn't achieve what we think it will?"
"What if it doesn’t kill Ishtar, you mean? What if it kills us instead?" Lilith said. James nodded. "It's possible, but I don't think that'll be the case. Think about it: Ishtar isn't here right now because the statue is traveling. She has to devote her full power and attention to protecting it when it's vulnerable. She wouldn't do that unless it was worth protecting, and I doubt she cares that much about me or this Temple. Destroying the statue will destroy Ishtar; that's what I believe."
"And if it destroys us along with her?" James asked, his misgivings not entirely allayed.
"We accepted that risk when we went down this path, my love. We're taking a gamble, but the same part of me that believes in you also believes that this will work and that we'll survive. That's good enough for me."
James smiled, touched by Lilith's faith in him. "I seriously love you, you know that?" he said, squeezing her hand. The demoness' lips curled in an adorable grin.
"Yeah, I know." She leaned in and kissed James on the lips. "Come on," she said after pulling away again. "We've got work to do." She climbed to her feet and extended a hand to her lover, helping him do the same.
James followed Lilith as she led him to an open area where she could summon her dummy army. For hours, he practiced every form of magic he knew. His destructive capabilities, by Lilith's own admission, had surpassed the demoness'. But he knew he could improve even more if he kept working at it. He also continued training in illusion and mental magic; two areas of magic James felt he needed more practice in.
Lilith, however, was very impressed by the level of control he exhibited already. She cited his success in returning the husks to their prior state, claiming he'd already mastered one of the most difficult applications of mental magic.
"Even if that's the case," James said, "I still want to be prepared for anything. We know how dangerous Ishtar is."
Lilith nodded and looked away, a mournful look in her eyes. "Yes," she said. "Yes we do."
James regretted his words when he saw Lilith's reaction. He hadn't meant to bring up painful memories. "Lilith…" James spoke, "I'm sorry, I didn't –"
"It's okay, James," the raven-haired woman cut him off. She wiped away a tear. "I can talk about Sumis. Four thousand years should be enough time to move on, right?" She feigned a smile, but her sorrow was evident.
"You loved him." It wasn't a question.
Lilith was surprised by the blunt statement - and though she didn't say anything immediately, her face told James he'd guessed right. After a few moments, Lilith nodded. "Yes," she spoke softly, "I did. We never could have been, though. He was my king, after all. It was just a girlhood crush on a man I respected and admired."
"He cared about you too though, Lilith," James said. "I could see it – and feel it – in the way he looked at you and talked to you. You meant the world to him; I know it."
Tears welled in Lilith's eyes and she swallowed hard, fighting the urge to bawl. James opened his arms to her, and she accepted his hug. Held in James' loving embrace, Lilith let her emotions out. She sobbed into her agent's shoulder, clutching him tightly and venting her sorrow to someone for the first time since the Temple of Venus became her home.
James snapped his fingers and tried to conjure a comfortable pile of pillows the way Lilith normally would. He succeeded in the summoning, though the cushions were more like sandbags than the soft, plushy pillows Lilith usually created. Still, she smiled at him appreciatively and sat down next to James. They were silent for a while before Lilith spoke again.
"I blamed him for a long time," she said quietly, ashamed to speak the words aloud. James looked at her curiously. "I blamed Sumis for what happened to me," Lilith elaborated. "He had the idol brought to the temple so that he could study it, and he told me never to touch it or go near it without him around. After I was trapped here, I blamed him for bringing that damn statue into my life. But it wasn't his fault… I think it was just easier to hate him than it was to miss him."
"Why did Sumis want to study the idol?" asked James.
Lilith wiped away her tears before responding. "For his research, I assume. He was seeking immortality." James raised an eyebrow at this. "Not for himself," Lilith clarified. "Sumis wasn't so vain. He wanted to immortalize his magic so that it could protect his city and the people he loved even after he was gone. He never got the chance to finish that research, though…" Lilith's dour mood sank lower. James put an arm around the demoness' shoulders and gave her a loving squeeze. She looked at him gratefully and spoke again.
"I blamed myself for what happened too," she said. "I was such a stupid girl, meddling in magic way beyond my level. My master died because of my stupidity and weakness. At least, that's how I looked at it for a long time. But it wasn't my fault any more than it was his. It's Ishtar's." She spat the name, her voice full of loathing. "I hate her, James. I didn't realize how much I hated her until I met you. I'd become so accustomed to my pitiful life as her slave that I'd forgotten what it meant to be in love, and what it meant to have that love threatened."
Lilith pulled away from James' embrace and looked the man in the eyes. Her own brilliant blue pools, though swimming with tears, held fierce determination and devotion. "I love you, James. More than the entire world, I love you," she spoke. "And I will not let Ishtar stop me from loving you. We'll beat her."
James nodded, his own conviction bolstered by the demoness' words. "We'll beat her," he repeated. "And then we'll be free."
The two shared a moment of silent intimacy, simply appreciating one another's presence and the strength it gave them. That peaceful moment was interrupted, however, by the singsong voice of Ashley, echoing through James' head.
"Jaaaames," it called.
Confused, the young incubus looked around, searching for his sister. How was she here? James whipped his head back and forth, scanning the Temple for any sign of the red-haired woman. Where was she? When James heard Ashley call his name again, he turned to Lilith.
"Are you hearing this?" he asked, puzzled and slightly alarmed.
Lilith couldn't contain her grin, amused by James' startled reaction. "Yes, I hear her, James. But she's not in the Temple, you're hearing her in the real world; it must be morning already. You should probably get going." Lilith's smile fell slightly as she spoke; she regretted that James had to leave again. She looked forward to the day when they would never have to be apart.
"Oh," James said, also disappointed that he and Lilith were out of time for the night. "I guess you're right." He leaned forward and pulled the beautiful demoness into his arms. Lilith let out a pleased hum at his touch and closed her eyes as James' lips found hers. Their parting kiss began to heat up once their tongues entered the fray, rekindling their passion for each other.
"Jaaaames, wake up," Ashley's voice rang out once again. James forced himself to pull away from Lilith and her soft lips. He would have stayed with her forever if he could, but for now he had to say goodbye.
"I'll be back before you know it," James promised as he willed himself awake and began to disappear from sight.
Returning to the waking world, James slowly opened his eyes. Standing over him was his curvaceous sister, Ashley. The redhead looked down at him, hands on her hips. Dressed in a long-sleeve blouse and a pair of tight black pants, she was already showered and ready for the day. Judging by the pleasant smells coming from the kitchen, she had something cooking as well.
"About damn time," the woman said, rolling her eyes. "You have class this morning, don't you?" James nodded slowly as he stretched and rubbed his tired eyes. "Well, then get up. I'm making breakfast; why don't you shower?" Ashley turned and walked back to the kitchen, well aware that her brother was admiring the shape of her ass in her tight pants. She didn't mind.
Taking his bossy sister's advice, James rolled off the couch and got to his feet. He made his way to the bathroom and enjoyed a long, hot shower. When he emerged, a cloud of steam and the scent of body-wash trailing behind him, Ashley was setting a plate of eggs and bacon out for him. He took a seat opposite her and dug into his breakfast.
"How's Lilith?" the redhead said candidly, as if she weren't asking about a 4,000-year-old demoness.
"She's good," James answered. "I think."
Ashley looked up from her plate. "You think?"
James shrugged and piled more food into his mouth. After swallowing, he answered, "She's emotional. What we're doing – what we're planning – it's a big deal. Lilith puts on a brave face, but I think she's just as worried as me, deep down."
Putting down her fork, Ashley regarded her brother with open concern. "Are you worried?"
James nodded and looked down in thought. "Lilith has faith that I can destroy the idol, but I'm not so sure. How am I going to succeed where someone like Sumis failed?" Ash reached across the table and placed a comforting hand over her brother's.
"You'll figure it out. You always do, don't you?" She smiled warmly.
But James just shook his head and pulled his hand away. "You sound like Lilith… I'm glad you two think so highly of me, but it'll take more than improvisation to beat Ishtar. What I really need is time – time to hone my magic and time to gather energy. But time is what we don't have."
"James…" Ash began, not sure what to say to reassure him. James stood and carried his plate to the sink.
"I'm fine. You're right; I'll figure something out." He gave his sister a light smile, attempting to convey confidence he did not possess. She frowned, seeing right through him. "I've gotta get going," he lied. "Let me know if you learn anything useful at the museum. I'll see you later." With that, he was out the door.
A few minutes later, James sat in his car outside the hotel, unsure of what to do next. He had class in about an hour but going to school seemed like a waste of time, all things considered. Was there any reason to sit in a classroom when he could be preparing for the inevitable museum heist? Speech class wasn't going to teach him how to destroy an ancient magical artifact."
At that moment, a vibration in James' pocket told him he'd received a text. Looking at his phone, he saw a message from Tina, who said: "Hey, stud. Swung by the coffee shop looking for you last night, but the place was closed. Hope you're not trying to hide from me."
James grinned, typed out a reply, and hit send. "Definitely not. Maybe next time I'll come to you instead? There's something I wanted to talk to you about as well." He didn't have to wait long before Tina responded.
"It just so happens that I have an opening this morning. I bet I could squeeze you in ~.^"
Wondering if Tina was still talking about her schedule, James smiled and let the woman know to expect him.
"Well," he said to himself as he put his car in gear, "I guess that takes care of my morning plans."
But no plan is traffic-proof, and James soon found himself parked on the highway with all the other early morning commuters. Sitting in a rush-hour gridlock in his powerful sports car was an excruciating experience for James. He wanted to find some open road and stretch his metaphorical legs, but he was stuck in a bumper-to-bumper crawl through the busy city instead. Unfortunately for James, no amount of magic could solve the unassailable problem of a traffic jam.
So he sat there, slowly but surely moving toward his destination. As he did, he decided to practice a little bit of magic. While dropping a fireball in the middle of the highway struck James as a particularly counterproductive idea, he figured some innocuous mental magic would be fine.
Setting his sights on a flaxen-haired young woman in a big SUV one lane over, James flexed his mental power and compelled the blonde to enter a state of extreme arousal. Almost instantly, the woman began to squirm in her seat. Alone in her car and not caring if any other commuters saw her lustful display, she stuck two fingers in her mouth. She licked and moistened the digits before lowering them between her legs and beneath her skirt.
James couldn't see the woman fingering herself from his lower position in the smaller car, but his sexual magic was like radar for lust. And the blonde next to him was a bright light of desire alone on a dark sea. But James was about to change that.
Turning his attention to the vehicle ahead of him, he watched the man in the driver's seat speaking excitedly with the woman beside him. Were they a couple? Co-workers? Siblings? It didn't really matter to James; at that moment, they were targets brimming with potential sexual energy, and that was most important. Touching their minds with his and infecting them with his lust, he watched as the conversation between the two died down. He could practically feel the rising tension in the car ahead of him.
Possessed by unbearable and inexplicable desire and yearning, the two inhabitants of the car locked eyes. The woman licked her lips and released her seatbelt. She descended on the man, her head disappearing into his lap. Again, James could see very little from his low vantage point, but the spike in sexual energy in the air around him was all the confirmation he needed.
His aura of lust fed on the passion of the masturbating blonde next to him and the couple ahead of him. James allowed a little more of that unnatural desire to spread out around him and affect more of the bored commuters. And like tiny candles being lit, multiple bright blips began to appear on his sexual radar.
James looked to his left at the driver of a small hybrid car and saw that the man was stroking his dick rapidly, unable to resist the sudden burst of erotic energy that James had released. Behind James was a mini-van being driven by a large, middle-aged man who gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles. He battled his raging inner desires with stoicism and impressive resolve, but the same could not be said for the other inhabitants of the car.
In the backseat, the man's teenage son and daughter had already surrendered to their hormones and lust. Having shed their school uniforms, the two siblings shared a hot kiss. Their tongues battled clumsily while the teenage girl positioned herself over her brother's cock and sank on to his length. All the while, their father watched through the rear-view mirror, now gripping the steering wheel with only one hand. James grinned when he saw the mini-van merge over, pull onto the shoulder, and come to a stop.
From up ahead, the thunderous horn of an eighteen-wheeler rang out, the driver clearly enjoying the sexual spectacle taking place around him. Traffic still crawling at a snail's pace, James took the time to look around as well, pleased by the effects of his maddening lust. To his right, the blonde woman in the SUV stared openly at James as she fingered her pussy. Her cheeks burned red. Her mouth hung open. Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath. James gave her a side-long glance, winked, and snapped his fingers.
The effect was instantaneous, and the woman screamed in euphoric bliss as her building climax suddenly rushed to meet her and plunge her into the depths of pleasure. At the same time, all around James, orgasmic dominoes began to fall. Those tiny candles and minor blips on his radar were now raging wildfires of lust, beacons of blazing desire. And with the snap of a finger, James brought them all to shuddering completion.
Tires screeched loudly as every driver in the vicinity slammed on their brakes and surrendered to the pleasure James had supplied. Men groaned, women moaned, and bumpers touched as the morning commuters abandoned reason for ecstasy. Under the heat of dozens of spontaneous orgasms, James basked. Absorbing the potent sexual essence of his elated victims, James felt his body surge with magic. His muscles swelled with power, his skin tingled with vicarious pleasure, and his soul screamed its delight at the massive influx of energy.
"Damn, James," a familiar feminine voice spoke softly in James' head. "Even I felt that one."
"Lilith?" thought James, "I didn't know you could feel when I gathered sexual energy."
"Mmm… I can't normally," she responded, her words dripping with lust, "But that was an exceptionally large amount. I assume you're stockpiling sexual energy? Save – mm, fuck… Save some of that for me, will you?"
"I'd be happy to," James answered with a grin before letting the mental connection fade.
The demoness was clearly enjoying the indirect pleasure she felt through her agent's mind. It was definitely having an effect on James too. His cock was incredibly hard, and it strained uncomfortably against his pants, begging to be released. His body felt hot and his heart beat fast, impatiently waiting for its turn to experience ecstasy like all those others had. But James willed himself to remain calm; he didn't want to waste any of his stored power on fruitless masturbation.
As drivers' heads began to clear, so did traffic, and soon cars were picking up speed again. As James accelerated, still restraining his immense lust, he thought to himself, "Tina has no idea what she's gotten herself into…"
Fifteen minutes later, James strode confidently into the beautiful lobby of the large law firm at which Tina practiced. He walked up to the handsome, muscular man at the desk in the center of the lobby.
"Mr. Marshall," the man spoke, "Welcome back." His eyes roved over James' chiseled form, admiring his body the way a sculptor might appreciate another artist's work. When he saw the outline of James half-erect penis in his pants, redness crept into the man's countenance. James smiled back, unfazed.
"Hey, Kevin," he said. James had met the friendly man several times over the last couple weeks, as he often worked in the lobby whenever James came to visit. "Will you let her know I'm here?" James asked, not needing to specify who it was he had come to see.
"Of course," Kevin answered, turning to the phone on his desk. He punched in the extension and waited for the other end to pick up. "Good morning Miss Liu," he said eventually, evidently having gotten a reply. "Your 10:00 AM is here, shall I send him up? All right." He hung up and smiled at James. "She's ready for you. Have fun," he said knowingly.
"Thanks, Kevin," James spoke. He turned and began walking toward the elevator, fully aware that the other man was staring at his ass. He didn't mind.
James rode the glass-walled elevator up to the fourth floor. He walked past a cramped office space where interns and fresh law school graduates were working in small cubicles. More than one attractive young intern was distracted from their work by James' presence, looking up to watch the handsome man walk by.
At the end of a long hallway, James found the office he was looking for. On the dark wooden door was a single metallic panel, engraved with the words: "TINA LIU, SENIOR PARTNER." James knocked once.
"Come in," came the woman's voice from the other side of the door, which James promptly swung open and stepped through. Closing the door behind him and turning the lock, he took in the view. Tina's position in the firm afforded her certain luxuries, one such luxury was the corner office in which James currently stood.
The spacious room was well-furnished with leather couches and chairs, as well as a glass coffee table and a large wooden desk. Tall glass panels made up the two exterior walls, providing an excellent view of the city and making the sizable office feel even more open. The other two walls were decorated with classical Chinese paintings of rivers and mountains.
By far the most beautiful aspect of the room, however, was the woman who sat behind the cluttered desk, facing the door. Tina normally kept her long, black hair tied up in a bun or a ponytail while she worked, but at the moment it hung loose around her gorgeous face and fell over her shoulders. Half the buttons of Tina's blouse were undone, exposing her bra and the swell of her modest cleavage.
The Asian beauty sat in her tall leather chair, leaning back with one high-heeled foot up against the edge of her desk. Both of her delicate hands were between her slender legs, which were spread wide to give James an excellent view of the woman's sex. Pencil skirt hiked way up, and thong pulled to the side, Tina treated James to a show. With one hand, she tenderly stroked her glistening labia. With the other, she rubbed slowly at her clit.
While the pose was decidedly unladylike, it was an extreme turn-on for James, who was frozen where he stood. Stunned and aroused by the view, he didn't know what to do except watch as the small woman got herself off with her skilled fingers. Tina, however, knew exactly what she wanted James to do. Giving the younger man her best come-hither look, she lowered her leg from her desk and – with great difficulty – removed her hands from pussy.
Standing slowly, she tossed her silken hair behind her shoulders and finished the job of unbuttoning her blouse, which fell to the floor soon after. It was then joined by her bra, her skirt, and finally her lacy thong.
Tina stood by her desk, completely nude, watching James expectantly. The college student needed no further invitation. Kicking off his shoes and pulling off his shirt, he left a trail of garments behind him as he moved toward the petite woman, stopping only long enough to strip off his pants. Tina stifled a gasp as he did, her dark eyes transfixed on the outline of James' enormous cock and the small wet spot at the tip where precum had leaked. Tina licked her lips involuntarily when James finally stood before her. He stepped out of his boxers and kicked them toward the rest of his clothes. At last, his dick sprang free of its confines. It pressed against Tina's abdomen, filling the space between the two.
The dark-haired beauty shuddered at the contact. His cock was so hard, and so hot. She stepped forward until there was no distance between her and the handsome man who had brought her what she wanted most. Sandwiched between them, James' cock was growing slick with precum. He could hardly bear the anticipation; he'd been so horny for so long. And now, Tina was before him, staring up into his eyes with wanton desire burning in her own.
James leaned down and kissed the woman, who responded by forcing her tongue into his mouth and sharing her desperate passion with him. Hands brushed against soft skin while tongues and lips dueled loudly. Light moans escaped the two as they kissed, and the air grew hotter and heavier with each passing moment. Tina's hard nipples pressed against James' torso, and the woman rubbed against him, stimulating the sensitive nubs. In doing so, she also rubbed against the sensitive underside of James' dick.
As excitement and pleasure stirred within them, a fog of delirious euphoria began to descend over the pair, expedited by James' aura of lust, which heightened every sensation and carnal desire that passed through them.
Tina broke off the kiss and, without saying a word, dropped to her knees before the younger man. She let James' heavy member rest against her face as she closed her eyes and breathed his enticing scent deep into her being. She moaned quietly and her soft breath moved over James' cock, which twitched lightly. Tina opened her eyes and opened her mouth. Extending her tongue, she licked slowly up his length and over the tip, collecting the bead of precum that had accumulated there. The flavor was so potent, so delicious. Under the influence of her own remarkable lust and James' powerful aura, the taste of cum became the most important thing in the world to the small Asian woman in that moment.
She engulfed the rest of James' cockhead with her mouth, moaning around him as his hot member filled her mouth. Lips sealed around his bellend, Tina began to run her tongue in quick circles around the sensitive flesh. James groaned and placed a hand on the desk beside him, supporting himself in case his weakening knees gave out. Proud of her ability to please the man, Tina redoubled her efforts and began bobbing up and down on his large cock, easing more and of more of the shaft into her mouth. She knew she couldn't deepthroat a dick as long as her forearm, but she still wanted to give her master as much pleasure as possible. With that in mind, she worked her way down James' hard cock, massaging his weak points with her tongue as she went.
It didn't take long before James felt an orgasm pulling at him from within. He'd been riled up all morning, and now a beautiful woman was on her knees before him, slurping and sucking on his cock, all too happy to relieve the pressure that had been building up.
Though her jaw ached, Tina's mind buzzed with elation. She loved sucking cock; she knew it wasn't the sort of thing a high-powered woman of her stature should enjoy, but goddamn if it didn't feel good to have a dick in her mouth. And there was no better dick to have in her mouth than James'. His flavor, his scent – they drove her wild.
Tina slipped a hand between her legs to play with her pussy while the other gripped the hard shaft before her, stroking and pumping at the same pace with which she bobbed her head. When James' groans became louder and his legs began to shake, Tina knew the young man was close. His cock grew harder in her hand and the head grew larger in her mouth. The sexy Asian hummed triumphantly as the beginnings of James' orgasm crashed over him. She pulled back until only the head of James' cock remained between her lips. Holding him there, her tongue still lapping at the sensitive skin, Tina waited for her prize.
With a loud gasp, James' moved his other hand to the back of the woman's head. Tangled in her glossy black hair, he held her in place as his dick erupted. His balls pulsing rhythmically, his cock pumped a massive amount of cum into Tina's mouth and down her throat. The petite beauty was surprised by the force of the orgasm, but she was all too willing to receive James' load. She moaned, her fingers still buried in her pussy, thumb flicking her delicate clit. The joyous sensation of James' cum in her mouth and the pleasurable feeling radiating from her own sex combined to bring Tina to the edge of her own climax, which she embraced immediately.
"MMMMM!!" Tina screamed around the head of James' dick, which muffled her cries of pleasure. The smell and taste of delicious cum was almost as overwhelming to her senses as the powerful orgasm that washed over. Dropping her hand from James' rod to her aching pussy, she dug as many fingers as she could into her tender hole, all while rubbing and flicking her clit with the other hand. She was successful in heightening her pleasure and lengthening her orgasm, and by the time she returned to her senses, James had already recovered from his own climax, picked up the petite woman, and was carrying her in his arms toward one of the office's leather couches.
Drool and cum dribbled down Tina's chin, making a mess of both her and the man carrying her. She swallowed what was left of her feast, savoring the delectable aftertaste of James' semen. The man tossed her onto the soft couch, startling the Asian beauty, who let out a surprised "Ooh!" as she bounced on the cushioned seat. She looked up at the dark-eyed man who towered over her, wondering what he would do next. Would he flip her over and take her from behind? Tina bit her lip lightly. Would he sit on her chest and fuck her face with that monster cock? Her pussy gushed at the thought. Would he bend her over his knee and spank her until her ass was raw? Her cheeks blushed a deep red. Maybe he would-
"Ahh!!" Tina's musing were interrupted as James knelt on the couch between the woman's legs, lowered his head to her pussy, and sucked her sensitive clit into his mouth. She couldn't restrain her shocked moan, though she regretted it afterward, going as far as to place both hands over her mouth so that she wouldn't make too much noise. The other partners of the firm might frown upon her activities if they knew what she was up to.
Tina's concerns for her professional image were secondary to her pleasure, though, and her moans quickly filled the room despite her best efforts to remain quiet. A smile pulled at the corner of James' mouth as he inflicted tortuous pleasure on the petite beauty. He blew air gently over Tina's tender clitoris, a strange sensation that gave the woman euphoric chills. James caressed the inside of her thigh as his hands slowly migrated north toward her sex. As he did, he placed a series of light kisses around her outer lips, teasing her with his fleeting touch.
The anticipation was killing Tina, and when James' tongue at last found its way to her lower lips, she let out a sigh of relief and pleasure. He lapped at her pussy with long strokes, coating his tongue in the woman's juices and filling his mouth with her irresistible taste. He ended each stroke of his tongue with a gentle flick over Tina's clit, stimulating the hypersensitive nub and guaranteeing a soft moan from the woman with each pass.
"Mm... ah! Oh, James!" Tina squirmed restlessly on the couch, electrified by her young lover's tongue, yet still impatient for more delectable pleasure. Luckily for her, James too was ready to take things up a notch. His hands at last found Tina's pussy, and he used his fingers to spread her open and expose more sensitive flesh. His tongue dove in with renewed fervor, probing her vagina and lapping greedily at her juices.
Tina's hands fell to James' head, latching onto him desperately and holding him in place. The Asian woman moaned loudly. "Fuck, James. That's so fucking good; don’t stop!"
Of course, James had no intention of letting up; he enjoyed hearing the woman moan his name far too much to stop. He licked back up toward Tina's delicate clit and let his fingers take over where his tongue had left off. With his index and middle finger, he stroked her wet folds and teased her entrance, which seemed to twitch at the lightest of touches as it waited for something to fill it. James obliged, pushing the two fingers inside the woman, sliding easily into her tender hole. As he began to finger her pussy, he continued his oral assault on her sensitive love-button, swirling his tongue around Tina's clit and eliciting more oohs and ahs from the beautiful woman.
James began pumping his fingers faster and faster inside her pussy, curling them upward as he did in order to stimulate her G-spot. This was too much for Tina, who covered her mouth once again as she began to climax loudly.
"MMMMF!" she moaned through her hands.
Arching her back and bucking her hips against James, Tina surrendered to her orgasm. The walls of her pussy clamped tightly around James' fingers, keeping them trapped inside her, pressed against her most sensitive of spots as she came. Shutting her eyes and breathing hard, Tina rode out the waves of climactic pleasure while James continued to suck on her clit.
Large amounts of the woman's formidable sexual essence flowed into James, empowering his body and soul with new energy. The beast within him roared in delight, begging James to drain the woman dry. But his control over his magic, and over his own lust, had progressed well beyond needing to listen to such primal urges. He savored Tina's potent sexual energy and drank his fill, but pulled away once she began to relax, sparing her a husk's fate. James' supply of magic had grown significantly throughout the morning, and such a vast amount of energy would have surely broken him only a few days prior. Now, however, he easily reined in the beast and subdued the raging mass of power inside him. It obeyed him now – not the other way around.
James fell back on his haunches, leaning against the back of the comfortable leather couch. He licked his fingers clean of Tina's juices. Beside him, the small woman lay panting, recovering from her explosive orgasm. She looked up at James through heavily-lidded eyes.
"Good morning, by the way," she said in her sultry voice.
James grinned and rolled his eyes. "Good morning," he returned. He offered Tina a hand, which she accepted and used to pull herself back up to a sitting position. Naked and spent, the two sat side-by-side on the couch as they caught their breath and stared out the large window at the bustling city below.
In a building across the street, a man in a suit walked past a window and casually looked out. He did a quick double-take when his gaze fell over James and Tina. The sexy Asian raised a hand and waved by wiggling her fingers playfully, clearly not ashamed of her nudity. Wide-eyed, the man stared for a few seconds before shaking his head and snapping back to his senses. James used a small amount of magic to give the man a mental push, and he walked on.
Tina turned to her young lover and grinned before bursting out laughing. James joined her, finding the woman's giggling infectious. Laughing cleared his mind and alleviated the stress he was feeling, wearing down the building anxiety that he'd been subconsciously fostering all morning. James was grateful for Tina. Her no bull-shit attitude and sense of humor were good for a little stress-relief – as was her insatiable appetite for sex.
Calming down after her laughing fit, the black-haired woman wiped a mirthful tear away from a dark eye as she spoke up. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Hm?"
"Your text. You mentioned wanting to talk about something. What's up?"
"Oh," James said, remembering his decision, at Lilith's suggestion, to ask for help from his past sexual conquests. "Right. Uh... Well, I'm not sure where to start really."
"Start at the beginning," Tina said, "sooner rather than later, stud. I do have to get back work eventually."
"Okay, okay. Well… to put it bluntly, I've been keeping secrets," James began. "I'm not just a college student, or a coffee shop employee. I mean, I am those things, but I'm more too… " he began to ramble, unsure of how to broach the subject. He'd had an easier time telling his best friend and his sister about his double life. Tina looked at him curiously, and James decided to just say it. "Tina, I'm magic."
Tina didn't react at first, but then an amused expression came over the woman's face. "You're what now?" she asked with a smile, clearly thinking James was joking.
"I'm magic," he repeated, hoping that it would sound less crazy a second time. It didn’t.
"Yeah, okay," Tina said, rolling her eyes and smiling. "You're a great lay, James. But magic? Don't you think you're giving yourself a little too much credit there?"
Clearly words weren't getting the message across. James delved inward and touched the innate power that resided within him. He drew a small amount of magic from the vast reserves of energy and focused it within his mind. He projected that power outward, willing it to serve as an extension of himself. With it, he picked up the couch upon which he and Tina sat.
The petite woman's smile disappeared immediately as the sofa began to move, lifting several feet off the floor and hovering there. Clutching the back of the couch for stability, she looked around in shock at the telekinetic display before turning to James, who gave her a quick smile as if to say: "I told you so." With practiced ease, he held the couch in place with his mind. The task was nearly effortless, due partially to his training with Lilith and partially to the raw magical power he now commanded. He gently lowered the leather couch back down to the floor.
Tina's face, which normally reflected her cool demeanor and confidence, now adopted a look of surprise and fear. She scooted backward on the sofa, putting a little distance between herself and James. "How did you do that?" she asked gravely.
James sighed. "You're gonna make me say it a third time? I'm magic. Do you believe me now?"
"Fuck yes I believe you," she responded. "But how in the world…" Tina's words trailed off as she collected her thoughts. She closed her eyes for a second and took a single deep breath to calm herself. When she spoke again, she was more composed. "Why are you telling me this? Showing me this?" she asked evenly.
"Trust me," James said, "I would have preferred to keep you out of this. But I need your help, and I didn't want to ask for it before you knew what exactly what you'd be getting into."
"What exactly are you getting me into?" Tina asked seriously.
And so James told her. He shared with Tina the story of Lilith's imprisonment in the Temple of Venus at the hands of the cruel goddess, Ishtar. He told her about his servitude to Lilith and – by extension – to Ishtar. And he told her about the plan to destroy the statue that contained Ishtar's power over them. He concluded by asking the pretty Asian for her help again.
"I know it won't be easy, but our chances of success go up with more people by our side - strength in numbers and all that. It's a lot to ask, but will you come with me to the museum when the time comes?"
After a pensive pause, Tina answered his question with another question. "You want to kill this goddess? This… Ishtar?" she asked. James nodded. "I don't know anything about magic, but wouldn't doing that also kill the power she gave you? Sounds risky to me."
Tina was right, of course. Lilith's magic was Ishtar's magic. Destroying the source was also likely to leave Lilith and James powerless. He wondered how that would affect the demoness, and how it might affect him. He had a source of magic that was separate and unrelated to the goddess, but Lilith? She was tied completely to Ishtar and to the Temple. James didn't know what would happen exactly once both were gone, and that uncertainty scared him.
"It is risky, but we've accepted that risk," he said, quoting his mistress. "Lilith believes we'll succeed and survive, and I want to believe that too." James wasn't one-hundred percent confident in his own words but speaking them aloud did seem to help.
"Fair enough," Tina said, shrugging. "Either way, I think I'm gonna have to sit this one out." James' spirits fell again.
"You won't help?" he asked, disappointed.
Tina gave James an apologetic look. "Sorry, kid. You've got a golden dick, but I'm not risking my life for it."
"I understand," James said, dejected. He did understand, but Tina's honesty still hurt.
"No hard feelings about the whole magical seduction thing though," the woman said, placing a delicate hand on James' knee and smiling. "And you know where to find me if and when you want more." James returned Tina's smile half-heartedly.
He opened his mouth to speak again but was cut off by the ringing of the phone.
"Ooh. One sec, stud. Stay put." Tina got to her feet and walked back to her desk, dragging her hand softly over James' leg as she walked past him. She picked up the phone. "Uh-huh… Shit, right now? Shit… All right. Thanks, Kevin." Tina turned back to James after hanging up. "My 11:00 is early; he's on his way up right now. We'll have to finish this another time."
James nodded and stood up. He went about quickly gathering his clothes and dressing in a hurry. Jamming his feet into his shoes and pulling on his jacket, he made his way toward the door but stopped when Tina called his name.
"James," she said from behind him. "I really am sorry that I can't help you. But I will keep your little secret between us." James nodded again, not turning to face the woman.
"Thanks, Tina. I'll see you around." Then he was gone, out the door and back down the hallway. He rode the elevator down to the lobby and offered Kevin a perfunctory wave without looking at the man and exited the building.
Back in his car, James leaned back against the headrest and expelled a tired breath. "Fuck," he thought. He hadn't wanted to ask for help to begin with, but he had hoped Tina would be on board. Of course, he knew the nature of their relationship; they'd never been anything more serious than the secretive fucking they did in her office or the storeroom at the coffee shop. James felt bad for putting her on the spot and asking her to risk her life. He understood her desire to stay out of it, but he hated the feeling of rejection all the same.
James looked at his phone and saw he had two missed texts. He looked first at the one from Ash, who wanted him to meet her in the hotel at 6:00 that evening. Moving on, he read the unopened text from Jess. "Skipping class today?" it said. James decided against replying. The blonde usually knew how to cheer him up when he was feeling down, but James wanted to be alone with his thoughts for a little while longer. He drove around the city for a bit, an activity that always helped him organize his thoughts and relieve a bit of stress.
Today though, his thoughts were all over the place and his stress was piling up. He hadn't felt so uncertain about the future in a long time. Despite the undeniable increase in his magical power and control, James felt hopelessness at the thought of the upcoming attack on the museum. He held serious doubts about whether or not he'd be able to defeat Ishtar. And even if he succeeded, he feared for his fate and the fate of his mistress.
James almost wanted to call the whole thing off, but he felt even worse about doing that. It had been his idea to attempt a break-in at the museum. He had gotten Ashley involved, and he had gotten Lilith's hopes up. Now she was the one who believed in him and he wanted to back out? No way. He couldn't do that to her, nor could he condemn her to another second of solitude and slavery.
Despite his doubts, despite his misgivings, James knew that he would have to follow through with the plan. Even if no one helped him, he'd take on Ishtar. He'd take on the whole world alone if he had to – all for Lilith's sake, so she wouldn't have to be alone any longer. Failure was not an option.
Coming to a stop at a red light, James determined his best course of action at that moment was to continue gathering sexual energy and recruiting allies. Tina was out, and that couldn't be helped, but James still had several others that he could call on for help. Running through his mental list, he decided on who he would talk to next. Pulling out his phone again, James scrolled through his contacts until he found Katherine Sharp's number.