Unbreakable Eternal Curse

Demon Queen's Addiction (WWE Damian Priest) - Part 1

Dark material of a woman's dress was brushing against the marble floor. A red-haired beauty who was worshipped and desired by the mass for centuries. With penetrating silver eyes, she could either melt or with fear froze someone's heart. Distant moans of sexual pleasing, can be heard clearly from where I, Lilith is standing. To suppress my hunger, I licked the remaining blood out of the silver dagger. Mm ... Yummy flavour I relish the thought, then my mind wanders back to the sinner's body taste and obediently were lying up on the altar to cater my needs. I climbed up from him, carrying a buzz of several orgasms which I achieved with my previous plaything and rode him energetically. But this was not enough for me, so generally I snatched three of his pals and together we fuck like hungry pack of wolves non-stop for several hours.

Foolish human! Tsk-tsk. He is an idiot man who dared to summon me just to do his pathetic bidding. Humans lack imagination, so self-absorbed that don't understand everything has a debt, nothing is free in this world. I have existed since the beginning of time and witness the same scenes playing over again. Yes, I do get to feed off their soul which they unknowingly surrender it to me and the feeling when I absorb their soul is extremely appeasing that even sex cannot suffice it. But whatever, I have been cursed to immortal life and carry an emptiness in my heart which never is fulfilled. Not even swallowing unlimited souls of the sinners will be sufficient.

Paddling around barefoot, I look around my so-called home, a dark cave lit up by the fire which is held by endless torches. Screams of pain, fear, sexual arousal and more were echoing in this silent cave. The black marble floors were wet with humans' blood including an aftermath of their sex session. Alas! Tragically, it is empty due to the lack of my loved ones.

Eternal life is a gift which no one can resist yet solitude is your only friend when one accepts this condemned fate.

The reason for my lonesomeness is ultimately a painful and unforgiving betrayal. You don't live this long without making enemies. My top nemesis is my ex-lover, Damian Priest. I know what you are thinking, Damian Priest, a wrestler and most importantly, a human who climbed the top of my enemy list. Well, this might be considered as a juicy tidbit but trust me, this loathsome man is definitely worth mentioning in the record. Damian once was a loyal lover, a silent yet intriguing personality. The eye catching tall and mysteriously beddable man that I have ever laid my eyes on. The sex was beyond the ecstasy, lost in euphoria, it allowed me to control his needs and unleash numerous whips as a punishment on his delectable skin.

Nevertheless, those moments have been passed and forgotten. Now Damian Priest turns me insane and brings out a murderous rage. Daydreaming of that particular day when I could shred his limbs, rapidly tear away his skin and enjoy my victory by bathing in his warm blood. There is no denying that Damian does have a mouth-watering soul yet naturally he cunningly tricked me into giving him Herculean powers of strength, goddess Pheme's fame & Goddess Tyche's power of fortune. Damn his soul to eternal fiery depth of hell. Sadly, now visually his bodily form had turned me on and even a parade of sexual partners won't be enough to quench my unwavering lust for that bastard.

Obviously that slippery scoundrel was able to escape from my wrath whenever I am too close to getting my outstanding revenge. Thanks to the ancient power of Greek pantheon. Luck will always favour him, morosely I have to accept that I love when he escapes from my clutches. Imagine the adrenaline rushes through your body knowing that the chase is still on and can go either way. Who isn't fond of silly cat and mouse games? Coming to a particular prey who has an instinct of a wary predator and he enjoys turning the table around me. Moreover, Damian relishes the moment of my weakened knees and surrenders myself to him. He has successfully tarnished my image but Damian does have a wicked sense of humour which I secretly savour.