**The Devil’s Plaything**

Hell was hot—no surprise there—but the worst part wasn’t the flames. It was the waiting. The endless, aching anticipation of her touch. Lilith always made me wait, made me beg for it. And like a fool, I always did.

She lounged on her obsidian throne, legs crossed, one foot swaying lazily in the air. The firelight licked over her pale skin, highlighting the curves of her bare breasts, the dark nipples stiff from the heat. A single finger traced circles over her thigh, teasing, taunting.

“You’re staring,” she purred, her voice like honey and sin.

“Hard not to,” I admitted, my cock already stiff between my legs. The thin fabric of my pants did nothing to hide it.

Lilith smirked, uncrossing her legs only to spread them slowly, revealing the slick, glistening folds of her pussy. My mouth watered. I could smell her arousal—musky and sweet, like temptation itself.

“Come here,” she ordered.

I obeyed instantly, dropping to my knees before her throne. She reached down, gripping my hair and yanking my face between her thighs. The heat of her cunt radiated against my lips. I groaned, wanting nothing more than to bury my tongue inside her, but she held me back.

“Ah-ah,” she teased, twisting her fingers tighter in my hair. “Not yet.”

She ground herself against my mouth, letting me feel the wetness coating her lips, the swollen clit begging for attention—but never letting me taste. I growled in frustration, my cock throbbing painfully.

“Please,” I begged, my voice ragged. “Let me lick you.”

Lilith laughed, the sound dripping with wicked delight. “So desperate. But you haven’t earned it.” She leaned back, spreading herself wider. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to eat your pussy,” I growled. “I want to suck your clit until you scream.”

Her dark eyes gleamed. She lifted a foot, pressing the sole against my hard cock, rolling it slowly. I hissed, hips jerking.

“You want to taste me?” she murmured. “Beg properly.”

I groaned, grinding against her foot. “Fuck—please, Lilith. Let me lick your cunt. I need it.”

She rewarded me by finally dragging my mouth to her pussy. The moment my tongue swiped over her folds, she moaned, her grip tightening in my hair. I devoured her, sucking her clit, thrusting my tongue inside her. Her hips rolled against my face, fucking herself on my mouth.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Fuck—just like that.”

I could feel her thighs trembling, her wetness dripping down my chin. I sucked harder, flicking her clit fast while my fingers dug into her ass, keeping her locked against me.

Lilith’s moans turned into sharp screams as she came, her pussy clenching around my tongue. She yanked me away before I could savor it, panting, her chest flushed.

“Now,” she commanded, “fuck me.”

I didn’t hesitate. I hauled her off the throne, bending her over the armrest. Her ass was perfect—round, pale, begging to be marked. I smacked it once, making her gasp, then lined my cock up with her dripping entrance.

She was so fucking tight, so hot inside. I groaned as I shoved in to the hilt, both of us crying out. She clenched around me like a vice, and I had to grip her hips just to stay standing.

“Move,” she demanded, and I obeyed, slamming into her hard.

The sound of skin slapping echoed in the throne room, mixed with her moans and the filthy, wet noise of my cock plunging into her. She rocked back against me, taking every inch, her pussy gripping me like it didn’t want to let go.

“Harder,” she gasped.

I fucked her like the devil she was, pounding into her until she screamed, her body shuddering with another orgasm. The way her cunt fluttered around me pushed me over the edge. With a groan, I thrust deep, spilling inside her, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself into her tight heat.

Lilith turned her head, smirking at me over her shoulder. “Good boy.”

And just like that, I knew I was doomed to beg for her again.