Lilith - TI3
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"Now, I'm going to taste the rest of you," she said softly. "And I'm going to take a verrrry long time dining," she teased, her eyes twinkling. "Hours, maybe."
Yemaya swallowed.
"Hours?" It was the first time Dakota had ever heard Yemaya's voice actually raise an octave. Laughing, she nodded.
"Hours!"
Separating the outer lips with her finger and thumb, she lowered her head and dipped her tongue between the folds. When she heard Yemaya gasp, she started stroking the warm moist skin with the tip of her tongue, tasting the salty liquid that was forming.
"Hmmm," she murmured, her voice muffled. "Salty." Making long, slow lapping strokes, she wrapped her arms around the taut thighs and pulled them tight against her. Her tongue pressed hard against the inner lips and she began flicking it rapidly back and forth. She could feel Yemaya's legs begin to quiver.
Yemaya groaned louder. It was getting hard to keep her hands still when all she wanted to do was reach down and press the journalist's head tightly against her groin. The woman's tongue was driving her crazy.
"Fuck, Dakota," she moaned, her hips moving up and down. Feeling the developing rhythm, Dakota gently inserted two fingers into Yemaya's vagina and pulled the skin toward her tongue. Locating the clit, she stroked it a few times with her thumb and then began flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Alternating between slow caresses, flicking and swirling, she continued to tease the sensitive organ until she felt Yemaya's hips push hard against her face. Then she placed her lips around the small organ and sucked. Her tongue continued massaging the clit. Yemaya felt the orgasm build. At first it was a pleasant tingling sensation beneath Dakota's tongue and then fire and ice spread outwards along the nerves through the rest of her body causing her muscles to clench. Her legs trembled as she strained against the weight pushing down on her. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she reached down, clamped her arm around Dakota's head pressing it against her body. Startled Dakota momentarily stopped what she was doing.
"Please..." Yemaya begged.
Hearing the plea, Dakota renewed her efforts. The arm around her head was like a vice. A fleeting thought reminded her she would probably have a stiff neck from the force. Moments later, the Illusionist arched high, her hand tightening on Dakota's shoulder, nails digging into soft skin.
"Oosh!" she groaned as her legs gave out and she collapsed on the bed. Dakota smiled and slid up to wrap her arms around Yemaya.
"A good one I hope," she teased.
"Oh yeah," agreed Yemaya, trying to catch her breath.
"Good. Thought I was gonna die down there," she joked. "Damn but you are strong."
"Uhh... oh... sorry... You okay?" Yemaya asked suddenly realizing what had happened.
"I'm teasing, love. Of course I'm fine. But you are strong. You're gonna owe me a massage later."
"My pleasure. Right now, though, I am exhausted. How about we get some sleep?"
"Sounds good to me." Dakota snuggled against the warm body next to her.
Just as she was about to drift off, she felt Yemaya's lips against her ear.
"By the way, you definitely did your homework. Night, love," murmured Yemaya sleepily.
"Yemaya?"
"Yes?"
"I love you, too. Sweet dreams."
* * *
Several miles away a streetlamp flickered on and off as wind gusts buffeted the loose wires connected to a nearby transformer. A young, dark haired woman dressed in tight slacks and a skimpy sequined top glanced nervously at the occupant of the car that had just pulled up to the curb. After a short verbal exchange, she nodded, glanced up and down the empty street, and then climbed in. There was no one to witness the prostitute’s disappearance into the darkness, nor the two men questioning her about the Sisterhood.
End of Part I
Lilith
PART II
The Beginnings
CHAPTER 1
THERE WERE NO memories of the past... nothing to tell her about herself or her previous life. She only knew now... and the unfamiliar sounds disturbing a dreamless sleep and the darkness. Opening her eyes, she sat up and looked around searching for anything she would recognize, and found her surroundings strangely familiar but a mystery. Still, she had a name, and she knew it. It wasn’t much but she found it comforting. Slowly rising to her feet, she turned and gazed about looking for something; anything that might trigger a memory. There was nothing. It was as if she never existed before this moment, and slowly, inevitably, came the realization that she hadn’t. This was the first day of her existence and before her, had she known it at the time, lay a world only a few days older; one created specifically for her and one other.
The meadow was breathtaking, covered in a lush carpet of grass with flowers of every imaginable size and color scattered randomly as far as the eye could see. Trees grew in multiple groves, each perfectly positioned to give the best aesthetic appeal. From their dense foliage the sounds of singing birds floated melodiously through the air, giving the entire landscape a pleasing tranquility. In the distance, a lake extended to the horizon and beyond. Its emerald green waters lapped gently at the shoreline creating a soft rhythmic slapping noise. The sound of splashing caught her attention and she leaned slightly forward, shielding her eyes with her right hand against a slight glare. A large object moved smoothly through the water, creating small ripples. Unable to resist an overwhelming need to see what it was, she walked hesitantly forward until she was near enough to make out the animal. It emerged from below the surface and stood shaking the water from its smooth skin. A fine coat of golden hair glistened in the sun giving the creature a radiant glow. Long blonde hair clung damply to its head and, as she stared in awe, dark blue eyes widened in amazement when it became aware of her presence. She had caught it by surprise.
Strange, she thought, watching as it strolled casually in her direction. I know him. I know the names of all of these things around me, and yet I know I have never seen any of them before. How can that be? she wondered, almost expecting an answer. Receiving none, she shrugged indifferently, accepting that she would know what she needed when the time was right. In the meantime, she would discover as much as possible about this creature... this... man.
He was beautiful; more beautiful than anything in the garden; tall and muscular, in a slender way. His curly golden locks hung loosely about his shoulder.
"Who are you? I have never seen you here before." he said, his eyes roaming curiously up and down her body.
"Have you been here long?" she replied, avoiding his question.
For a moment he seemed hesitant to answer.
"No. At least not that I know of. I'm not sure. I feel like I have only arrived. And you?"
"The same. This is all new to me, and yet it is as if I have been here forever."
"Yes. That is how I feel, also. I know the plants and the trees and the animals. I know this place, and I know who I am. I am Adam."
"Well, Adam, it appears we have much in common. I am Lilith."
"Lilith. It’s a beautiful name. It suits you well."
"Thank you. Have you seen anyone else like us around here?"
"No. You’re the first, but there may be others. Have you?"
Lilith shook her head no.
"Then perhaps we should look around," he offered.
"Yes. First, though, I would like to bathe in the lake. It looks refreshing. Do you mind waiting?"
Adam laughed. It was a pleasant sound and she smiled as she waded into the warm emerald green water. Glancing at its surface, she saw her reflection for the first time. The fiery red hair, blue-gray eyes and golden skin slightly darker than Adam’s surprised her. She hadn’t thought about her own appearance, but expected it to be similar to his. Why, though, she didn’t know.
Another mystery, she thought.
Swimming a short distance and then back toward the bank, she enjoyed the warmth of the water as it caressed her skin. Refreshed, she emerged from the lake and joined
Adam. He had watched her, intrigued that her shape differed from his. Of particular interest were the round objects protruding from her front and the lack of a small appendage between her legs. Several times he had glanced at his own and then back at her trying to decide if she was somehow concealing it. Eventually he concluded she didn't have one. His own seemed to shrink and grow at random intervals, making him uncomfortable at times. The strange behavior was a nuisance. He was much more comfortable when the appendage hung loosely between his thighs. Sighing, he stood and brushed the grass from his legs and buttocks and helped her up the slippery bank. Later he would think about these differences.
Another mystery, he thought, sighing slightly.
For days they wandered across the land looking for others like themselves. Although they found a variety of birds and animals, there was no sign of anyone else. A few creatures resembled them, walking upright or jumping from tree to tree, but the dark hair covering their bodies and their strange noises assured both Lilith and Adam that they weren’t related.
"Maybe they are like us but speak a different language, or just slightly different," posed Adam, watching the animals playing with a stick and rolling around in the grass. Occasionally one would emit a high-pitched laugh and curl back its lips to show large teeth. "Like you and I are different," he reasoned.
"I don't think so. We could communicate from the very beginning. I think if they were like us, we would understand them."
"Perhaps they can only talk with each other like we do. They don't understand us just as we don't understand them."
"It seems reasonable."
"Yes it does," he replied, switching his gaze to the woman beside him. Once again he felt himself grow stiff and reached toward the limb to push it down, annoyed at its continual efforts to stand up.
"Does it bother you?" Lilith asked intrigued at the display. She had noticed the odd behavior before.
"At times. I think it means I'm happy or something. I've been wondering if it's able to think for itself. I seem to have no control over what it does at times."
"Possibly. If you can't control it, that certainly would explain the odd behavior. Does this happen often?" she asked, tilting her head sideways to examine the appendage.
"Yes, but only when I look or think about you. I find your appearance pleasing and it seems to also."
"Strange," she said, glancing at it again and then at herself. "I find you pleasing to look at, but I have nothing to show for it."
"Nothing?"
Feeling an overwhelming sense of disappointment, he scuffed a foot.
"Well, nothing either of us can see. I get a strange feeling between here," placing her hand between her thighs. "But," shrugging, she didn’t finish the sentence.
"Oh."
The sadness in his voice made her uncomfortable.
"There is one more thing," she offered hesitantly, wanting to cheer him up.
"What?" he asked eagerly.
"These."
Lilith pointed at the small nubs protruding from the two orbs on her chest.
"These little things get hard and stick out, just like that," she said pointing to his hardened limb.
"Really? I never noticed. Is it painful?" Gently poking at one with a fingertip, he noticed it was rather firm.
"Sometimes, but if I rub them gently, it eases the pain."
"Oh. Do you think we are supposed to rub these things to ease the discomfort? I've never tried that but it might help."
"Well, I see no reason to think otherwise if it helps me. Why not try it and see?"
Agreeing with her, he did find relief but it was only temporary. Soon, however, like children, they began teasing each other and tried to relieve the other’s discomfort. Unfortunately, they quickly discovered the exchange created new feelings and very different reactions. Deciding it was better to keep their hands to themselves, they tried to ignore the growing urges... and that was the problem. It made them more uncomfortable and created an awkwardness between them.
One day Lilith and Adam were sitting by the lake watching several birds paddling near the bank. Both had been contemplating their dilemma, wanting to find a solution. Finally, tossing a small pebble into the water, Adam turned to her hesitantly.
"Lilith? I've been thinking about this difference between you and me."
"So have I. It's obvious you have this thing between your legs for a reason and I don't. We have discovered we like rubbing ourselves and enjoy stroking each other. Perhaps your limb was meant to give us both some type of pleasure. If you stroke me with it..."
"My thoughts exactly!" interrupted Adam, smiling broadly. "Would you like to find out?"
"I think I would."
Lying down on the lush carpet of grass, they tentatively ran their hands slowly up and down each other’s bodies, shy but determined to continue their experiment. Soon, flushed by unfamiliar passions, Adam rolled Lilith onto her back and nudged her knees apart.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, pushing him away.
"I... uh... what I felt I needed to," he replied, confused by her rejection.
"Need? You feel the need to climb on me?"
"Well, not exactly, but I thought you wanted me to rub myself against you."
"I don't see what that has to do with you pressing me to the earth and climbing on me in such a manner. Surely you don't expect me to enjoy that?"
Shrugging Adam couldn't think of a reasonable reply.
"I don't understand. I thought you wanted this? Do you not feel pleasure from what we have been doing?"
"Yes, but what has that to do with you lying on me? It's like I am less important than you. We shall lie side by side as equals."
Adam frowned. This wasn’t going exactly like he thought.
"Why?"
"Because that is how it should be."
"I don't see how that will work. And what does equality have to do with this? And why argue over something so ridiculous? Obviously, it makes more sense for me to lie on you. After all, it's I who will be stroking you therefore I need to push downward."
"That's ridiculous? If that's your only objection, I can have the top and sit on you. It's just as easy for me to position myself over you. .Besides, you're heavier than I. You would crush me."
"You're almost as tall as I am. I doubt if my lying on you would hurt you," he argued. "Now, enough of this! We're wasting time."
Pushing her gently down, Adam once again tried to mount her. Lilith didn’t know if she was more furious at his efforts to climb on her or that he was ignoring her feelings. Shoving him away, she jumped up and glared down at him, arms crossed defiantly.
"I will not be treated like this. Either I have the top or we lie side by side as equals."
Angrily, Adam rose to his feet and stood in front of her, legs apart, posturing with his hands on his hips.
"This is ridiculous! You're being unreasonable about something that is unimportant."
"I don't think so, and if it's so unimportant, you take the bottom"
"Me? Why should I take the bottom? I've agreed we're equals. That should be enough for you. Why do you keep pursuing something so trivial?"
"Why do you if it's so trivial?" countered Lilith, stamping her foot in frustration. "I tell you what. I'll even compromise on this. You take the bottom first. Afterward, if you wish you may lie on me."
"You really don't expect me to lie beneath you now when you have just said it's an inferior position? That means I would be less than you."
"Ah. I see. The truth comes out now. You expect me to take the bottom but you're not willing to. I was right. You think of yourself as superior to me."
"Lilith, you're beginning to anger me!" .
"And am I suppose to quiver from this anger of yours? Let me tell you something, Adam. I am the one who has a right to be angry. Either we do this as equals or we don't do it at all."
Adam sighed, shaking his head and feeling defeated. Perhaps he needed to switch tactics, he thought.