Agent of Lilith: Chapter 9 by Eupatrid
It’s time for some damage control. , Alone in his dark bedroom, James climbed slowly to his feet. His body was sore from sleeping on the floor in an uncomfortable position, and he was still feeling no small amount of mental fatigue from overusing his magic the day before.
Thanks to Lilith, James’ power was now under his command again, and he felt no risk of losing control. Not that there was much power to lose control of at the moment; James was considerably weaker after giving so much of his sexual energy to his mistress, in order to sustain her and the Temple of Venus. With his current level of power, he could do little more than cheap parlor tricks. Real feats of magic would require James to first gather sexual energy.
But that would have to wait. He had to clean up his mess first. Crossing the room quickly, James peered through the blinds of his window. It was still dark out, though a light glow on the horizon threatened the night with inexorable daybreak.
James needed to move quickly. He’d left Claire locked in the storeroom of the coffee shop the evening before. As long as he got to the shop before Sam could open up, James could contain the husk before she became a threat.
He showered and dressed quickly before leaving his room. In the living room, James found Mark asleep on the couch, naked as the day he was born. He was lying on his stomach, one leg hanging unceremoniously off the side of the sofa. A goofy, content smile painted his face. James grabbed a blanket and tossed it over his roommate. He promised himself he’d deal with Mark later, but at that moment he had bigger problems. Not far from where Mark slept, James found the pile of tattered clothes he had ripped from his body last night, another reminder of his loss of control. He fished his phone, wallet, and keys out of his ruined pants before throwing the clothes in the trash.
James checked the time on his phone. Nearly 6:00 AM. And… a text from Ashley, sent six hours ago? He opened it. It was a picture of his sister, much of her face hidden behind large aviator sunglasses. She was smiling next to a small oval-shaped window. The photo was captioned: “Taking off! See you soon, little bro.”
“Oh no…” muttered James. He had completely forgotten about Ash’s flight. James searched through his phone for the itinerary that his mother had sent him the week before. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found it. There were still a couple of hours until his sister was scheduled to land. “Okay,” James thought to himself, “just one more crisis to handle. You’ve got plenty of time, James.”
Wasting no more of that precious time, James left his sleeping roommate behind and stepped out the front door, car keys in hand. “Shit.” he said.
Like a slap in the face, James recalled abruptly the state of his old SUV, and its location. Groaning at the realization, he prepared himself to run the five miles to the coffee shop. That’s when he noticed the fire-engine red Audi R8 convertible parked in his usual spot by the curb, keys on the dashboard.
James stared for a moment before thinking “Uh…Lilith?”
An immediate response was heard in his head. “I promised you wealth and power, didn’t I? Thank me later; you’ve got work to do.”
“Right,” he spoke aloud. He climbed into the coupe. The bucket seat was already perfectly adjusted to suit him, as were the mirrors. James would have loved nothing more than to play with his new toy, but he needed to deal with his husk problem. He put the car in gear and gave it a little gas. He shot forward like a rocket, grinning like an idiot.
His new ride would take some getting used to, but James was already having a blast driving the thing. The streets were fairly empty, so he would have made good time on his commute anyway; his lead foot made it even faster.
James pulled into the coffee shop parking lot just as the sun was beginning to rise. His was one of only two cars in the lot; he recognized the other as Sam’s. He jumped out of his car and jogged to the shop’s entrance. The doors were unlocked.
“Sam?” James called as he stepped inside. “Sam! It’s James. Are you here?” No answer. He looked inside his manager’s office, but there was no sign of the man. The front of the store was a wreck, chairs and tables had been knocked over and pushed aside, and random articles of clothing littered the floor. The evening’s orgy had left quite a mess.
James prepared for the worst and walked to the storeroom, where he found the door open and the room empty but for two piles of clothes. “Oh fuck.” James thought. “This is worse than the worst.” He turned and ran back outside.
“SAM!” James shouted into the morning air. He waited and hoped for a response, but none came. “Claire! Sam!”
As he continued calling out their names, James walked around the building, looking for any sign of the two. “This is bad…” he muttered under his breath. One husk was trouble enough, but if James’ suspicions were correct, his problems had just doubled. “Claire! Sam!” James called again.
He became aware of a dog barking in the distance. Probably just someone’s mutt chasing a squirrel… but James had no other leads at the moment. He headed toward the noise.
James ran down the alley behind the coffee shop, hopped a fence and crossed the street. Following the ceaseless barking, James found himself in a small residential neighborhood. As he jogged past the large suburban homes, a familiar feeling pricked his senses.
He felt a small amount of power surge through him – sexual energy. “What the…” James began, before another wave of energy filled him. He felt his magic strengthen within him, fueled by his growing reserves of sexual energy. The sensation was different from anything he’d felt before though; he wasn’t the one gathering energy. There was no mistaking it, James was being fed power remotely.
“You’re not doing this, Lilith, are you?” James asked his mistress telepathically, already knowing the answer.
“Hurry, James,” was the demoness’ response.
Trying his best to ignore the euphoric feeling of raw sexual energy being channeled into him, James attempted to focus his mind and determine where the influx of power was coming from. He reached out with his senses, enhancing them with his magic. He could feel warm arousal somewhere near him, he could taste someone’s growing ecstasy, and he was tempted to just enjoy the vicarious experience. But another loud bark brought James back to his own senses. Channeling his magic, he followed the sexual energy like a compass. It pulled him farther up the road, toward the barking, which grew closer and closer.
Guided by sexual premonition and the dog’s clamor, James turned up a long driveway toward a large house. Running around the back, he tried to prepare himself for whatever he might see. Approaching the wooden fence that enclosed a sizeable back yard, James realized there was little he could have done to prepare for the sight before him.
Sprawled on the grass beneath a tall, orange-leafed oak tree, an attractive blonde-haired woman who looked to be in her early forties bucked and moaned. Her clothes had been ripped apart and lay in shreds around her. She was pinned beneath Claire, who rode the other woman mindlessly. She wore a look of pure ecstasy on her face as she grinded her bare pussy against the blonde’s.