Whispers at Witching Hour

Chapter 62*

Musical inspiration: Savage Daughter – Sarah Heste Ross

They had taken the freedom to chop some more heads off in the seventh circle, but lunchtime was approaching, and they needed a break.

"I'm usually not so much for unnecessary brutality, but this was... invigorating. Thank you."

"They're damned souls, darling. That's what they're here for."

Holding hands, they were slowly returning to Pandemonium; talking about this experience and how it affected them. Upon reaching the entrance to the throne hall, Zelda stopped the demoness.

"Um... Do you have any... private chambers down here?"

Lilith frowned and brushed her thumb across Zelda's chin. "I do, my Lady... "

"Then I'd like to have a look around there as well... And maybe I could get some dessert too?"

The demoness' delicate fingers trailed down from Zelda's chin to her chest bone. "If that's my Lady's wish, I'm happy to obey."

It could have been the euphoria that was still running through her veins or the feeling of being in power again that made Zelda want to try again even after that horrible night. Though, she also remembered something a former friend of hers, who had been an equestrian, had told her once:

Zelda had watched her ride as the horse had gotten scared and had jumped to the side. Her friend had fallen off. She had rushed to her side, asked her if she was okay or if she needed to lie down or anything but she had ignored her. Her friend had just gotten up, cleaned her trousers, and got up on the horse again to finish her training.

Afterwards, Zelda had asked her what it had been about, and she had told her: "If you fall from a horse, you either immediately get in the saddle again or you'll never do it another time."

Her words resonated with her, and she felt the truth in them. The longer she waited and shied away from experimenting and finding out what would work for her again, the harder it would get. And Lilith was with her; she could not ask for a more understanding and gentler partner. They would try, they might fail, and they would try again.

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Zelda examined the round glass ceiling above Lilith's kings-sized bed as they had sat down on it, their legs tugged under their buttocks. Black satin sheets, dark blue pillows and duvet, perfectly matching the colours of hellfire. Considering they were in hell, Lilith's chambers were extraordinarily beautiful and decorated with taste.

Once she was done taking in her surroundings, she leaned over Lilith's shoulder, already pushing the fabric down her arms, and whispered something in her ear to which the demoness responded with a nod.

"No matter how much I beg", she added while pulling back to get rid of her own clothing.

Lilith followed her example and undressed the piece Zelda had given her that morning notably fast, emerging by throwing her dark mane back. "Then why don't we do it the way we did on Christmas Eve?"

Zelda gasped at the sight, unable to take her eyes off the woman in front of her. "Yes, I'd like that", she murmured, finished undressing and threw herself in Lilith's arms.

They showered each other with kisses on their necks and crashed into the pillows together, arms wrapped around their bodies, keeping them close. Lilith could not wait to touch Zelda, she loved her body with a passion, loved the woman, but she had to respect her wish, so she slowed down.

Zelda was eager to allow the velvet of Lilith's tongue to slip into her mouth, welcoming it with equal vigor. Her demoness held her in place on her side with her hand on her hip, kneading her curve gently. With a smack, Zelda released Lilith's mouth for them to breathe.