Fiction Friday: Wicked Creature, by Molly Maddox
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Wicked Creature
by Molly Maddox
She was a leggy beast, fire-pale and voluptuous, her breasts heavy fruits stippled with slight down. Her lips were full, her blush dusting her nipples and her bare plump labia, her claws were scarlet as if daubed in the gore of innocents. Her hair was a twist of bloody red that fell and curled around my wife’s thighs.
The lili extended her long, dewy tongue, licking my beautiful Yaffa from belly to breast.
“Oh, oh Rivka,” Yaffa moaned, reaching for me, as the lili descended, grinning and sighing, between her legs. I curled in close to her, my pricked nipples grazing her heaving ribs, and kneaded her tits.
The lili bowed and bobbed, pleasuring her. Yaffa’s body was a taut, writhing bundle of muscle, her dark hair tangled and sweaty in my right hand. She keened, helplessly, bucking her hips toward the demon, toward that wet, mobile mouth, toward an infinite horizon of white orgasm, as the lili devoured her with hungry wet gasps.
I rubbed myself hard, I couldn’t wait. My pussy lips were slick, my cunt ached with a sweet emptiness. Every whimper and shudder of my beloved sent a thrill through me, a luscious tremble of ecstasy building harder and hollower inside me. Many times deep in the night I’d felt the lili’s presence, even when Yaffa and I were lovemaking, but never had I tried to call her to my bidding. Demons could be commanded, my grandfather the rebbe had taught me.
But more than anything, demons were creatures with their own destinies. They made their own decisions, their fates bidden only by YHVH. So when this one slid into our bed as we coiled, wet and kissing and slapping in coitus, neither of us were wont to say no to her.
As Yaffa crested the top, I slid myself on top of her, riding her sweating sweet body as she pulsed with climax. She clawed me ravenously, panting, eyes lolling, her lips whispering my name, as the lili turned her attention to me.
The lili’s chin brushed my labia, her breath a tingle on my inner thighs. First she sucked the lips, as she had with Yaffa, but then she interpreted my special need. Her fingers entered me, one, then another, then three at a time, delving deep inside as I clenched wetly around her.
Yaffa gaped up at me, her dark eyes sharp, her lips grinning. She traced my face, I licked her fingers.
The lili’s long tongue penetrated me thickly. I cried out.
Yaffa clenched my hips and held me tight and still as the lili slowly fucked me, tongue whipping in and out, my pussy sucking at the soft, wet mammalian surface. It seemed to fill me without being rigid, it swelled to rub my insides.
I grasped the bedclothes, panting. Yaffa’s hands—delicate but strong, and adorned with six silver rings—went to my wrists, holding them on either side of her shoulders. The lili held fiercely to my ass as she removed her serpentine tongue from my pussy and ravished my labia, delicately spreading the sensitive little folds.
I shut my eyes, gasping around my own grunts of pleasure as she tongued my clit. I felt Yaffa watching me. I knew that look of carnal glee, her tongue darting to moisten her full lips, her cheeks and eyes bright with sex. She was exquisite when in the throes of passion, but her real beauty surfaced when she watched another getting off. She was a generous lover, a giving wife.
The lili licked me fully, sparing no stroke, leaving no inch of my opening unsatisfied. Then she pulled away, and pulled me with her.
Yaffa sat up, startled, but I gestured her back. The lili laid me flat on top of my wife, my thighs spread across Yaffa’s, and then she crouched with her legs across Yaffa’s chest, her thighs nestling her breasts neatly.
She lowered herself onto Yaffa’s face, and trembled as Yaffa grabbed her and greedily sucked at her pussy.
“Oh, so sweet,” I heard Yaffa moan, as the lili opened and entered me again.
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Molly Maddox is the author of the recently published ebook ALPHA, a tale of sex, love, werewolves, and the zombie apocalypse.