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sabrinaandlilith · 4 years

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Religion's in your lips

for @blacksabithweek day two prompt, “hell” rated pg13/teen read here on ao3

Sabrina was waiting for her, still dressed in the dirty wedding dress. She sat on the end of the bed, hands folded neatly in her lap as she stared into the lit fireplace. Calm, quiet, demure- everything men wanted her to be yet it made Lilith’s heart ache to see her like that.

Lilith stared into Lucifer’s eyes, her hands shaking as blood ran down her arms. The throne room stood silent in horror as they watched.

“Fool!” Lucifer bellowed, “You will pay for this-“

But then Lilith pulled the spear of Longinus from his abdomen. Lucifer gasped in pain, looking from Lilith to his bloodied wound and back again in confusion.

“How-?” He began, but his sentence was cut off as Lilith stabbed him again, and again, and again, her scream of righteous anger drowning out his cries of pain until The Dark Lord fell to the floor, dead.

“Guards,” Lilith said, breathing heavily as she stood above his probe body, “cut off his head, then quarter the body and dispose of it.”

The wedding guests that filled the throne room were silent, watching in fear as Lilith picked up Lucifer’s crown, striding with purpose through the room towards dais where the interrupted ceremony stood frozen.

Caliban, regally dressed, held up a hand as if that would stop Lilith, as he pulled Sabrina dressed in white behind him. Lilith didn’t slow, pulling a sword from one of the guard’s hilts. Arm cocking across her body, Lilith swung, slicing Caliban’s head off. The crown gasped as the potential bridegroom’s head rolled to one side.

Pushing Caliban’s headless body aside, Lilith wrapped one bloody hand around Sabrina’s chin, pulling her close. Sabrina looked unphased, blinking her glassy eyes as she swayed on her feet. It was like nothing that happened, nothing affected her, nothing penetrated the haze that filled her mind.

“Today is not a day for tears,” Lilith roared, turning to face the stunned crowd, “There will still be a wedding! You shall have two queens ruling hell, forever-“ she turned to look Sabrina in her unfocused eyes, “and a glorious day.”

The wedding continued, just as Lilith said, but with the groom replaced with the Mother of Demons. The gathered guests cheered nervously as the Dark Priest declared Sabrina and Lilith married.

Lilith’s bloodied hands marred Sabrina’s dress, dragging her close. Leaning in, she kissed Sabrina, just to the left of her mouth. Sabrina didn’t move, didn’t react. Lilith’s smile stretched wide, fake, a show for the gathered crowd.

Turning to her minion, Lilith propelled Sabrina towards him, “Take her to my chambers,” she commanded, “No one is allowed to go in or out but me.”

“Yes my queen,” her minion said, carefully guiding the dreamlike Sabrina away.

…

She washed her hands before using a damp cloth to wipe the blood smear she’d left across Sabrina’s face, studying her features as she did. Only a month had passed for Lilith, but in hell, time followed its own rules. Sabrina’s face was thinner, her eyes older, and Lilith suspected that hell had kept the little queen for far longer.

Leaning close, Lilith whispered, “Ego ad conteram incantatores a vero amore et in oscula,” and kissed Sabrina’s red lips.

As she pulled away, Sabrina blinked, her eyes growing focused as the spell broke. Lilith breathed a sigh of relief.

“W-what-?” Sabrina looked in confusion around the room, “What happened? Where’s Caliban? Father wanted me to marry him but I didn’t want to, then he was saying something I didn’t…”

She trailed off, looking down at herself then back up at Lilith in horror.

“No… Lilith please, I can’t- you can’t let them-“

“Shhh,” Lilith caught Sabrina’s trembling hands in hers, kissing the tears that rolled down her cheeks away, “I killed them my queen.”

“You killed- ? Who? I don’t understand.”

“I killed The Dark Lord and Caliban,” Lilith said slowly, “They can’t hurt you anymore Sabrina.”

You’re mine now, is what she wanted to say, but the words caught in her mouth. This is for the best. This is for us.

Sabrina stared at her for a long moment and Lilith wondered if she would be upset by this. Full of rash impulsivities, the longer she spent in hell, the harder she was for Lilith to read.

“How…” Sabrina eyed her, “How do I know it’s you?”

Sabrina pulled her hands away, “They’ve come to me so many times pretending to be you. This is just another trick.”

Horror filled Lilith, what had they done to the half witch while wearing her face? “Sabrina I didn’t know-“

Jerking up, off the bed, Sabrina held her hands out in front of her, “Stop it Caliban! It’s cruel, even for you!”

“Let me prove it to you.”

Blue hellfire shot from Sabrina’s shaking hands, catching one of the bed curtains. With the snap of Lilith’s fingers it extinguished.

Lilith drew herself up to her full height, using the voice she had when she was masquerading as Mary Wardwell, it felt like a lifetime ago, “Sabrina that is quite enough.”

Sabrina paused, still suspicious.

“Do you remember what I gave you before the gates of hell? When we defeated The Dark Lord the first time?” She asked.

Sabrina nodded, “Tell me.”

“Freedom and power,” said Lilith, “and that’s what I’m giving you now.”

“It’s you,” Sabrina whispered.

Lilith smiler, “It’s me.”

Slowly, Sabrina approached her, hand outstretched. But then she stopped, again, looking at her hand- looking at her wedding ring that Lilith slid on her finger an hour ago.

“Lilith, what happened?” Said Sabrina, “Why don't I remember? Did Caliban and I…?”

“No,” Lilith said far too quickly, “I married you.”

Sabrina’s eyes snapped from the ring to Lilith.

“They charmed you to be dolicle, to do what they said, I interrupted the wedding,” said Lilith.

“And you married me instead,” Sabrina said.

“And I married you.”

She looked back at her hand, at the ring. It was a silly mortal tradition, just like Sabrina’s white dress, but Lilith would feel the weight of the symbolism between them.

“Okay,” said Sabrina. Turning slightly, she reached back, trying to reach the back of the dress.

“Here,” said Lilith, “The dress is designed so the bride can’t unfasten it herself.”

Sabrina’s hands dropped. “oh.”

Stepping behind her, Lilith began undoing the column of tiny buttons, baring Sabrina’s pale, pale skin. She ran a fingertip along the exposed skin, drawing a shiver from her.

“What happens now?” Sabrina asked as the dress crumpled to her feet.

“It would be beneficial if you stayed in hell a little while longer to give the demons a show of unity in the regime change,” Lilith said slowly, “Then you are free to return to earth.”

“There’s nothing for me there,” Sabrina murmured, not meeting Lilith’s gaze in the mirror.

Lilith began brushing Sabrina’s hair, a familiar motion to them both. She’d dressed and groomed the Morningstar Princess many times, and Lilith was grateful for the intimacy it had forged between them. For better or worse, Sabrina trusted her unquestionably.

“Come to bed,” said Lilith, more of a command than a question, leading Sabrina by the hand to the giant four poster bed.

Sabrina curled up in bed as Lilith draped the heavy blankets over her small frame, but as she stepped away, Sabrina whimpered and reached out.

“Stay with me.”

Lilith got into bed with her, drawing Sabrina into her arms without a second thought. Sabrina stiffened momentarily but then settled into her embrace. Sabrina sighed as she tucked her head in the hollow of Lilith’s throat.

“Thank you,” she whispered, lips moving against skin. Lilith shivered.

“You could have killed me too,” said Sabrina, “Or left me charmed.”

She had considered that, considered spilling Sabrina’s blood on the dasis, considered how it would feel to watch the life drain from her eyes. Lilith shut her eyes, arms tightening around Sabrina’s small form as she breathed in the smell of Sabrina’s hair. She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t hurt her. It felt right having her there. This was right.

“You’re safe now,” said Lilith, “It’s just us now.”

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sabrinaandlilith · 4 years

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counting kisses

For Black Sabith Week 2020, day one “firsts” Here on ao3 Rated PG

For one of the few times in her very long life, Lilith was surprised. Sabrina had kissed her- she had stood on her tiptoes, gently cupping Lilith’s face in her hands, and kissed her. Her lips were soft, sweet, like the first bite of the forbidden fruit. First kisses were magic in their own right, full of light and temptation. No wonder those silly boys followed her everywhere; she was intoxicating.

Stunned, she stood still, eyes wide and almost afraid that if she moved, Sabrina would startle like a fawn. Sabrina pulled away first smiling up at her, then expression dropping when she saw Lilith’s face didn’t match her own. Her brown eyes filled with hurt concern.

“I- I-” Sabrina’s lip wobbled, “I should go.”

Sabrina turned, walking to the cottage door, her shoulders slumped dejectedly. But with superhuman speed, Lilith closed the distance, trapping Sabrina between her body and the door- the half witch’s hand on the knob.

She could feel the heat of Sabrina’s body, feel the way she gasped and stilled. Lilith’s hands were flat against the door, her head ducked in such a way that her nose was almost in Sabrina’s halo of white blonde hair. She inhaled. Sabrina smelled like magic, like lavender soap, like lust, like raw power, simmering just beneath her skin.

“Sabrina,” Lilith growled, “You didn’t think you could run away that easily did you?”

Sabrina was trembling, but she still managed the defiant reply of, “I wasn’t running away.”

“Turn around and face me like a woman,” she hissed. She could taste Sabrina’s fear in the air, the smell mixed with arousal to make a seductive combination. She wanted to savor her, wanted to devour her, wanted to possess her.

Slowly, Sabrina turned, lifting her eye to meet Lilith’s intense stare. To her credit, her gaze didn’t falter.

“Little minx,” Lilith whispered, hooking a finger under Sabrina’s chin, “Stealing our first kiss for yourself.”

Mouth forming an O, Sabrina’s eyes widened at Lilith’s words, at her soft yet hungry smile. But her eyes fluttered shut as Lilith leaned down.

The second kiss started off as soft as the first one- the brush of soft lips, the gentle sigh- but soon Lilith’s tongue pushed past Sabrina’s already parted lips. Sabrina whimpered, which only made Lilith press her into the solid wood door more firmly. Lilith kissed her like it was their last day on earth, like Sabrina was a secret only Lilith knew, like lovers at long last meeting in journey’s end. She nipped as Sabrina’s tender lower lip, drawing blood before she drew back.

“Our first kiss was yours,” Lilith said, “But our second was mine.”

“Maybe,” Sabrina whispered, “We should stop counting.”

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sabrinaandlilith · 4 years

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mistress mine, where are you roaming?

For @blacksabithweek Day Four- Fate rated t read here on ao3

She lay under the newborn stars, tracing the mark on her arm. She ran her fingertip along the loops, the curves, up and down her inner arm wondering that it meant. Beside her, he slept, rolled away from her on his side so she could clearly see the dark, sharp mark on his back between where his wings had been. It looked nothing like hers, and hers looked nothing like his.

Sabrina cried when her Aunt Zelda explained the mark on her chest. Aunt Hilda had patted her hair, offered the nine year old a handkerchief, lying as she said maybe the fates could make mistakes.

“Don’t fill her head with nonsense, Hilda,” Zelda snapped, “Soulmate marks are never wrong. The warlock or witch fate has divined that you spend your life with will bare the same mark as you do.”

This only made Sabrina cry more, thinking about how the interlocking triangles on Harvey’s arm looked nothing like shape on her chest.

…

An hour ago, the witch had been carefree, full of life as she’d danced in the meadow, sun and Lilith kissed alike. That was before the Dark Lord had guided the arrows of the king’s men, enchanted their eyes to see a dear and not a woman. That was before he’d deposited the body at Lilith’s feet, tearing the dead woman’s dress to see her soulmate mark. That was before he forced Lilith onto her knees, grabbing her wrist and twisting her arm up so he could examine the mark on her arm.

“Pitty,” the Dark Lord growled, “I thought it matched yours.”

Lilith stared into the unblinking green eyes of the witch. It had only been the day before that they’d laid side by side in the tall grass, counting the stars.

“Next time,” the Dark Lord promised.

It was 1532.

…

“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”

“I’m just trying to go to school Prudence,” said Sabrina, “It’s my first day at Baxter High and I don’t want to be late.”

Prudence Night stepped closer as vines spouted from the ground, wrapping around Sabrina’s ankles, “I wasn’t asking Spellman. Now show me your soulmate mark before I call my sisters to help you out of your clothes.”

With a huff, Sabrina dropped her backpack on the forest floor, adding her jacket to the pile as she took off her shirt. Her bra obscured the mark, but not enough that Prudence couldn’t see it.

“Happy?” She snapped, shivering in the cool of the forest shade.

“Hm,” said Prudence, “Mine is different. Not like I thought there was a chance of being soulmates with someone like you, but one has to be thorough.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes as she pulled her shirt back on, shouldering her bag and gathering her jacket. She was going to be late it was all because her stupid mark.

…

From the thick of the forest, Lilith hid in the shadows, watching as the Spellman girl shed her dress and stepped towards the altar. Lilith watched with bated breath, her mission was almost complete, now only a signature lay between her and her reward.

Her eyes flicked across the girl’s shoulders, along her arms and down her legs, but she couldn’t see the mark anywhere.

That quickly proved to be the least of her issues, as Lilith watched the girl drop the pen and stumble back, running into the forest.

…

Sabrina sat frozen, eye fixed on Ms. Wardwell’s forearm. She’d been lying to her- she’d admitted it, admitted she was a witch, admitted she’d been trying to help Sabrina out of a twisted love for her father- but that was nothing compared to the betrayal she felt when Ms. Wardwell pushed up her sleeves.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, she could only stare at the looping curves on Ms. Wardwell’s arm. The mark was an infinity symbol that extended down to a third loop that curved into a heart shape.

Jarring the table and tea set, Sabrina stood, jerking out of Ms. Wardwell’s reach as she ran from the cottage and into the darkness.

….

She hadn’t thought about it in nearly a hundred years- and why would she? Fate was cruel, and the longer she lived, the more sure of it she was.

Lilith was sure there was no one with a mark to match hers. And even if there had been, they were probably dead by now.

…

Nick’s mark was on his forearm, three circles with a single bold stroke through them. It looked nothing like hers, and she told him so.

“Marks don’t matter, all that matters is what you want,” he’d told her.

And it was exactly what she wanted to hear. Nick always said exactly what she wanted to hear.

…

Sabrina was often the subject of her dreams, but Lilith rationalized that it came with the territory. Sabrina was her focus, Sabrina was her job, Sabrina was her life.

Some nights she dreamt about mundane things. The quiet moments she had found, sitting across the cottage’s tea table, listening to Sabrina talk about one thing or another.

Some nights she dreamt about leaving Greendale and running far far away to some place the Dark Lord couldn’t find them.

Some nights she dreamt of death, struck down by the hand of a cruel queen with a familiar smile.

…

Sabrina was careful to never let Ms. Wardwell- no Lilith- see her mark as she dressed for the coronation. They had a plan, a plan that had to work, but she still didn’t want to give away her full hand.

“Hiding your mark from him, very wise,” said Lilith, startling Sabrina from her thoughts, “He’ll destroy anyone who bears anything similar to your mark.”

Reaching Lilith’s face, Sabrina saw no lies. She saw no manipulation or half truths. She only saw advice that Lilith had needed herself. There was pain behind her deep blue eyes, eons of pain that Sabrina realized she’d misjudged.

She shook her head, “I’ll win.”

…

She won. They won. Sabrina stayed on earth as Lilith assumed her rightful place as Queen of Hell. Lilith didn’t think about the possibility of a soulmate, and Sabrina tried not to.

…

“I’m surprised you let her go, what with her mark,” he said. He was bound, first by Nicholas Scratch’s body, and secondly by the dungeon chains. Lilith’s hand hovered an inch from his face, ready to take his tongue, but these caused her to hesitate.

“Speak quickly because you won’t be able to for much longer,” she snapped.

“Oh ho,” the Dark Lord chuckled, “You haven’t seen it then, but lucky for me, our young Nicholas has.”

Lilith flushed with jealousy, “Shut up!”

Her hand clenched into a fist in front of his face, and she pulled out his tongue.

…

Sabrina traced her soulmate mark with her fingertip, watching her own movements in the mirror. She felt hollow inside, empty, like there was something missing. And, she supposed, there was.

Lilith had been gone two months, ruling hell as she deserved. But Sabrina was alone, burdened with the knowledge that they were soulmates, knowledge that she’d been sure to keep hidden from the first woman.

Mary Wardwell was alive again, and as happy as she was to see her again, it only served as a bitter reminder to Sabrina that she was alone, on earth, forgotten.

…

The Prince Of Lies couldn’t be believed. His words were only to torment her from his jail cell. She couldn’t take anything he said seriously and there was no way he could have accessed Mr. Scratch’s memory- could he? No, no, he was lying, he always lied to her, he only lied to her.

Yet Lilith couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said.

…

The air smelled like magic when Sabrina awoke, and she knew immediately that she wasn’t alone. A figure stood in the shadows, looming menacingly. Sabrina lay still, watching through half closed eyes as the figure moved into the beam of moonlight.

Lilith.

Sabrina jerked upright, heart pounding with both fear and excitement.

“Lilith! What are you doing here? Did something happen to Nick-“ Sabrina said all at once, but the Queen of Hell cut her off, moving with supernatural speed to tear Sabrina’s nightgown down the front.

Frozen to the spot, Sabrina vaper up at Lilith. With her nightgown shredded, her cheats was bared before her, soulmate mark on display.

“So it’s true then,” Lilith said, rolling up her sleeve to display her own mark, “We’re soulmates.”

“Y-yeah,” she stammered, sleep addled and confused.

“How long have you known?”

“Since that night in the cottage,” said Sabrina, “When I found out you were a witch.”

“The night you ran away,” Lilith stepped back into the shadows.

“Yes but-“

Before she could finish, Lilith disappeared into a puff of purple smoke.

…

She lied.

She’d kept this secret- this enormous secret- from her all this time and she had lied and she had kept this from her. This thing that affected them both so deeply, this secret that wasn’t hers to keep.

And she had run away.

…

Being the soulmate of the Queen of Hell should mean something, it should give her the authority to open the doors.

Being the daughter of Lucifer Morningstar should mean something to hell, Sabrina thought, or it should at least allow the gates to open for her.

Being in love with the Queen of Hell should allow her to open the doors.

…

“The Morningstar girl,” her minion whispered, “She’s here.”

“What?” Lilith’s head whipped around, “How?”

“Her and her little friends managed to get through the gate,” he said, “They’ve made it past the forest, and they’ll be here soon if no one intervenes. Shall I send the guards to take them out?”

Lilith conjured a magic ball, looking in it to see Sabrina and her mortal friends picking their way through her dark and dangerous path of flames. Sabrina looked… determined, a look Lilith was all too familiar with.

“Bring me the girl unharmed,” she said, “And send her little friends back to the surface.”

“Yes my queen,”

“Oh and minion?” Said Lilith, “The Morningstar girl is quite dangerous, make sure she’s properly restrained.”

…

Shackles securing her ankles and wrists, Sabrina was marched into the throne room of hell and forced onto her knees in front of the throne. The demons that filled the room hissed and jeered.

“Sabrina Spellman,” a familiar voice boomed, reverberating through the throne room, “How dare you enter my domain.”

The demon's hissing grew louder as Sabrina looked around the room, and noticing the throne, two giant elaborate hands, was empty.

“Kill the bastard,” one demon sneered.

“Make her bleed!” Another shouted.

“Silence!” Lilith’s disembodied voice bellowed.

She stepped out from behind the throne, every inch a queen. She was radiant, even as she glowered down at Sabrina before taking her seat.

“Leave us!” She ordered, “I will deal with the half witch myself.”

The demons continued to heckle and leer until they had filled out of the vast room, leaving only Sabrina and only Lilith. Sabrina lifted her chin- eyes clear, resolve set- and looked at Lilith.

“I serve at Her Majesty’s pleasure.”

…

Lilith had to stop herself at recoiling at the words. Sabrina couldn’t mean it, it was just another half truth, a pretty lie. She’d heard so many, centuries and centuries of soft words turned poisonous. Sabrina was his daughter after all.

“Liar,” the hiss fell from Lilith’s lips before she could stop herself. She clutched the arm rests of the throne, afraid of what she’d do if she moved any closer to where Sabrina knelt.

“I never lied!” said Sabrina, “I just didn’t tell you the whole truth. Or are you unfamiliar of that concept Ms. Wardwell.”

Lilith was too well schooled in hiding her emotions to flinch. She merely set her jaw, considering her next words.

“It wasn’t your truth to hide,” she said, “And that doesn’t change the fact that you ran away upon finding out we were soulmates.”

“Are soulmates,” Sabrina corrected.

“We’ll see about that,” Lilith’s tone was chipped.

“I only ran away because I just found out that you had been hiding things from me,” said Sabrina, “I didn’t know who to trust or even if I could trust my own body.”

Sabrina tugged at the shackles holding her to the floor, and added, “Can you let me out of these things.”

“No.”

“I know I should have told you later,” Sabrina said, “After we made up, but I was… scared. Of having a soulmate I mean, I didn’t know what it meant or if you’d want me or what would happen with The Dark Lord.”

Pushing out of the throne, Lilith slowly walked down to where Sabrina knelt. She hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up before wrapping a hand loosely around her throat.

“Then we defeated him,” continued Sabrina, “And I didn’t want to take you away from this, from Hell. I didn’t want to leave Greendale then, but I don’t care anymore, I had to come here to see you! I had to explain and to see…”

“To see what?” Lilith whispered, fingers tightening.

“To see if you wanted me.”

She did.

Lilith wanted Sabrina so badly, she wanted this- Sabrina begging on her knees, offering herself body and soul. They were so alike and yet different enough to balance each other out. They’d already proven to be an unstoppable team, look at what they’d done, they’d defeated the Dark Lord together.

“We could do anything,” said Lilith, not meaning to speak her thoughts aloud.

“Anything,” Sabrina repeated. The shackles fell from her wrists and ankles but she remained on the floor, staring up at Lilith.

“You and I, we would be…” Lilith trailed off. She’d been so close to this many a time, but now, looking it in the face, she was too afraid of saying it aloud.

“We’d be together,” said Sabrina, “Soulmates.”

“Soulmates,” Lilith echoed, helping Sabrina to her feet. She cupped Sabrina’s face between her hands, “I want you.”

“For how long?” Sabrina asked breathlessly. She was smiling, her eyes shining.

“Forever,” said Lilith, gently kissing Sabrina, “And a glorious day.”

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laurieblakesbluedildo · 4 years

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If you want to find something you have to lose it first

Black Sabith Week day four: fate

Sabrina screws up and she finds that the only way to fix things is by summoning the Three Fate Sisters

rated mature | 3.2k words

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sabrinaandlilith · 4 years

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altar is my hips

for @blacksabithweek day three - magical mishaps rated NC-17 read here on ao3

Kneeling on the floor of her room, Sabrina sat in the middle of the chalk circle she’d drawn on the floor. She was clad in white lingerie, recently purchased, white and lacy, complete with a garter belt that held up her sheer stockings.

Once she finished lighting her candles, she consulted her spell book. The rest of her family was out of the evening, making it the perfect time- and only time- to do this. She read through the instructions for the third time that evening, and then began the summoning spell.

“Feminae cupido tenebrarum te accerso Succubus praebeo corporis voluptatem,” Sabrina read, reverse crossing herself, her free hand touching first one shoulder, then the other, then coming to rest on her navel. She held her breath, waiting eagerly.

“Well well well,” a voice said behind her, from on the bed, “What have we here?”

Sabrina startled, scrambling to her feet, she stumbled from the circle of chalk and candles. Lounging on Sabrina’s bed was a woman with sharp features, piercing blue eyes, and a mane of chocolate brown hair. Sabrina gaped, stumbling back.

The woman sat up, slowly rising to her feet, and stalked towards Sabrina, “Why have you summoned me little half witch?”

She was clad in a long silk robe, forest green and cut to draw the eye to her breasts. Sabrina couldn’t help but look.

“I- I- You’re beautiful,” Sabrina breathed, stupidly. She looked up at the succubus, unable to stop staring.

The succubus smiled, red lips curving into a hungry smile. She stepped even closer, into Sabrina’s space, tilting her head and inhaling deeply. She caught Sabrina by the hand, lifting her wrist and kissing the place where Sabrina’s pulse raced.

“You’re quite the pretty thing yourself,” she said, “So tell me, pretty little witch in the tower, why have you summoned me?”

“I want to make a deal.”

The woman raised an eyebrow, “And what, pray tell, do you think you can offer me?”

“Succumbi feed off sexual pleasure right?” said Sabrina, “So you can feed on me and, in return, I won’t leave for college tomorrow a virgin. You probably couldn’t tell from my get up, but I’m kinda… lacking in experience.”

The succubus grinned, “Oh I knew little witch, the room reeks of virginity. So you offer me free reign of your body provided I make sure you are properly fucked before morning light?”

“Y-yeah,” Sabrina managed, blushing bright red.

This only made the succubus laugh, “It’s a deal my pretty little witch, you seem like you’ll be very enjoyable.”

Before Sabrina could say a word, the succubus wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling them flush, and kissed her long and deep until Sabrina’s lungs screamed for air. She gasped as they pulled apart.

“W-wait-”

“Backing down so soon?”

“N-no, just what’s your name?”

The teasing look in the woman’s eyes faded to something soft. She seemed to be looking at Sabrina in a new light as she carefully brushed back Sabrina’s stray white-blone hair.

“Lilith,” was the single soft sound she said.

“Lilith,” she repeated, “I’m Sabrina.”

“Charmed,” said Lilith, “And now-” upon her word, Sabrina’s lingerie was gone- neatly folded on a chair- and Sabrina was on her back in the center of her bed.

Lilith ran her hands across Sabrina’s cheek, down her neck, her breasts, her sides. She cupped Sabrina’s ass, laughing softly as the gasp that left Sabrina’s mouth.

“So soft,” she said, leaning close to nuzzle the curve of Sabrina’s throat. She kissed her there, against the pulse point, and Sabrina sighed in pleasure. Sabrina did her best to relax, but although Lilith rubbing against her made her wetter by the second, every movement caused her to want to tense.

But Lilith seemed to sense this, lifting her head to Sabrina in the eyes, “One word from you and I’ll stop, understand?”

“Y-yes,” Sabrian whispered.

“Good girl,” Lilith tenderly kissed her forehead, “I’m going to make you feel so good tonight. Now spread your legs for me Sabrina.”

Without having to think, Sabrina followed the command, spreading her legs as wide as she could while Lilith settled between them. With another puff of magic, Lilith was naked on top of her.

Lilith kissed her, sliding her tongue into Sabrina’s mouth as her hand snaked between her legs. Sabrina moaned against Lilith’s mouth as she felt two fingers circle her clit. Pleasure tickled her nerves, and she felt flush all over. It was so better than any time she’d touched herself. Her hands were tangled in Lilith’s hair before she knew what she was doing- she was pulling her closer, moaning.

“Do you like this?” Lilith asked, lips moving against Sabrina’s, “is this what you want?”

“Yes, I- ah- itsogood-” Sabrina jerked her hips, wanting more more more more more until-

With a gasp, her body tensed. Sabrina’s eyes shut- mouth open- as a wave of pleasure, more powerful than the rest, flooded through her. Above her, Lilith moaned, her hand stilling.

Sabrina slumped back onto the bed, her limbs tingling and numb, “That was… amazing,” she breathed.

“And that was only your first orgasm of the night,” said Lilith, “I’m hardly sated.”

She held her fingers in front of Sabrina’s lips, the digits messy with Sabrina’s own juices.

“Suck my little pretty,” she said.

Sabrina took two fingers into her mouth, obediently sucking them, moaning softly at her own taste. Lilith was watching her closely, head tilted as if in thought.

“I could get used to you,” she murmured, more to herself, Sabrina thought, than for Sabrina.

After Sabrina had sucked her fingers clean, Lilith began to kiss her, her face, her neck, her breasts, her chest, her stomach- it felt like she was everywhere at once. Sabrina’s hands found their way into Lilith’s hair. Lilith’s mouth moved lower and lower until-

“Ah!” Sabrina arched as Lilith’s kiss hit home. Her clit already sensitive from the first orgasm, every touch of Lilith’s tongue and teeth made Sabrina’s whole world fade away to only pleasure, only her.

Dirty words were spilling from Sabrina’s lips, mixed with moans of ecstasy and other worldly chants. Without realizing it, one leg flailed in midair.

“Lilith! I- I- ah!” Sabrina screamed as her hands dug into the sheets, fingers curling into fists. Her head was back, mouth open, as another orgasm rolled through her.

But Lilith continued, teeth and tongue teasing, dipping into her. She held Sabrina’s jerking hips down. Sabrina came, then she came again, both mind and body awash with pleasure she’d never experienced before.

As Sabrina slumped back onto the bed, Lilith sat up, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. She rose onto her knees and waved her hand, a wicked look playing across her features. Sabrina watched through heavy lidded eyes as a harness and long dildo appeared strapped to her waist.

Realizing what was about to happen, Sabrina sighed and spread herself wider. Lilith’s intense gaze flicked down her body hungrily.

Moving closer, Lilith aligned the tip of the dildo with Sabrina’s ready cunt and thrust, filling her completely with a single stroke. Sabrina gasped. Lilith stilled, letting her grow used to the feeling before she found a quick pace to roughly thrust into Sabrina again and again.

Sabrina lost track of time, lost to her carnal desires. She’d never felt so consumed before, never felt so full before, and never thought she’d welcome it so thoroughly.

Her body tensed, clenching around the dildo. Lilith stilled inside her, stroking Sabrina’s hair and whispering soft words of encouragement that Sabrina couldn’t fathom in her orgasmic state.

When she’d come down from her state of rapture, more intense than any of the orgasms before, she opened her eyes to see Lilith’s bright blue ones staring down at her.

“Sabrina?” Lilith asked softly, “Are you alright sweet girl?”

Sabrina’s voice was hoarse but she managed, “Y-yeah.”

Lilith sat back, and out of her peripheral vision, Sabrina saw her take off the harness and slip back into her robe. Sabrina’s eyes drifted shut but, what felt like a moment later, she felt someone touch her hair and heard Lilith say, “Sabrina, darling, sit up for a moment.”

Struggling up onto her elbows, Sabrina let Lilith hold a glass of water. She took it, drinking greedily while Lilith gently rubbed her back.

Once she finished, Lilith pressed a soft kiss to Sabrina’s mouth.

“Thank you little witch,” she said, “You were…. quite tasty.”

Sabrina blushed as she settled back into the pillows, “Stay with me,” she said.

Lilith smiles down at her for a moment before slipping into bed beside her. She drew Sabrina into her arms and Sabrina settled with her head on Lilith’s chest.

The last thing Sabrina felt, as she drifted off to sleep, was the tender kiss pressed against the top of her head as she heard Lilith promise, “I’ll stay until first light. Sleep now.”

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