Daughter Of Lilith (Mature)

Daughter Of Lilith Part Three

Curling her toes over the cliff's edge, Lilim gathered from her saltation, arched her body to balance her weight, and screamed in fury. The reverberation that echoed from the ravine, stroked fire over heated flesh. She had been too close to coming apart under her husband's skilful mouth, too close to relinquishing her vow.

Lilim had known he would seek her out, she should have fortified herself against him. Raw to the marrow, her blood tingled its warning, moments before Cain appeared beside her on the precipice. He may have hunted her signature but he was ignorant of her destination. Unprepared for the jeopardous landing, his clumsy arrival crumbled the ground beneath him. A curse on his lips, Cain began to topple into the ravine.

Lilim's small smile of triumph lived short.

Astonishingly Cain's inhuman lunge slammed his body into hers, bearing them both into the abyss. Muscle, sinew and bone locked her in his powerful arms. Lilim's skin hummed, purring at this remembered touch.

Inescapable heat engulfed her, flames danced over skin. Humming turned to vibration of unbearable intensity. Cain's fingers speared into her hair, forced Lilim's mouth to his demanding lips.

They shattered, tiny particles of sand caught in the maelstrom wind of Cain's indomitable will.

Reassembling on a bed of fragrant loam, the sly serpent of his sex entered her.

Lilim shrieked at his audacity, clawing fingers seeking a face of masculine beauty. "I will not breed more children to drown in the vengeance of our father."

Hands that have conquered earth fastened to her wrists, securing them above her head. "It is decreed, my penitence complete. Relinquish yourself to me." Cain ordered with savage fervour. "I am your husband." Planting his root deeper, he sighed, eyes closing. "Your body still anoints me wife." He groaned, thrusting his thick flesh into her slick well. "Feel how you cling to me, ripe for what only I can give you."

Lilim's head fell back, her gasping mouth caught and raped by his plundering tongue. Sweet honey aided his passage, slippery muscles rejoicing in his mastery; rippling, moulding, grinding and hungry for more. The heels of her feet digging into tight buttocks, she arched, aligning hidden nerves to his thundering pubis. From their first mating both bodies have been driven to this base copulation; mingle sweat, scent, and secretions, fill a fertile belly, create life.

No life, she would not breed.

Lilim bucked wildly.

Let Cain spend his precious essence upon the ground.

Her wrists were released, only for him to apply those tiller's hands to her thighs, pushing them wide, opening her for his full onslaught.

"Not this time wife." He promised.

Cain's weeping eye batted her womb, insistent in his rut.

She gloried in its punishment.

Their hearts pounded as one, muscles tearing, breath ripped from lungs. His fingers sank into flesh slippery with perspiration and feverishly he grunted, thudding into straining hips.

He placed his palm hard against her belly, "open for me Lilim," he commanded.

"Never" she whimpered. The untruth dropped like ashes from her mouth. Without will, her flower's unfurling ruptured as a violent earthquake scattered her petals with splintering light.

Instantaneously following in his culmination, Cain fell atop her, crushing her in his formidable embrace.

Their souls touched, kissed, twined as his deepest thoughts flooded her psyche; jealousy, anger, lust, despair...loneliness.

Lilim writhed, her body elated, her soul desperate to escape the forced intimacy. She didn't want to know his pain.

Unrelenting her husband continued moving within, drawing on the full collapse of her senses, maintaining the connection till he had drained her consciousness.

"Enough. No more." She begged, a weak cry for mercy.

Clutching those workman's hands around her skull he held her still, black eyes burning into hers, he grated. "I will know you once more."

Lilim knotted her fingers in his hair. Then let him know.

"A generation born of our bodies died." She whispered, a cry of utter grief in his mind. "The sweet breath I had felt against my skin expunged by a watery grave, unable to curse the name of their Creator as he cleansed his world. The city of our son, purged. Our innocent offspring denied absolution for sins not yet committed, and you would not let me join them. God may forgive you Cain. I will not."