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Commission for DarkGoddessLilith | August 2020 | 5215 Words

They say never let a thrall do the job of a Dark Mistress. At least that was how Lady Lilith took the phrase as she stalked the dark streets of Westmarch at midnight. A cold chill fell before her demonic form, cloven hooves clicking softly on empty cobblestone streets, wispy tendrils of frigid air curling up corners of homes and snaking under cracks in doors as she passed. Lady Lilith was no ordinary demoness one might find skulking the wilds of Sanctuary. The pale, scaly skinned succubus had helped bring the very world of Sanctuary into being, the Daughter of Hatred herself, made flesh and blood to run the affairs of darkness in the never-ending struggle for supremacy over the forces of light. And tonight, she was taking one of those very specific affairs into her own hands. Her cult leaders, hidden deep within the city's winding streets, had gone silent, and many loyal followers had disappeared trying to find out why. She would take no chances tonight, infiltrating the city to see for herself.

Lilith did not need to care what route she took through the winding city streets of Westmarch, despite the city being deep within in the Kingdom of Man. As she walked, barbed, reptilian tail scraping the ground behind her body, the black-horned demoness put off an aura of chaos and madness which permeated the world around her, creating a sort of buffer whenever a night watchman managed to pass close enough. She would catch glimpses of the insanity in action as she walked; a drunk slumped against a street corner clamoring to his feet to unsteadily ransack a nearby thatched roofed home for more booze, a night watchman allowing himself but a brief moment to slip away into a brothel. Burning urges made real and wildest desires come true. It would allow her to slip into the heart of the city unnoticed. Or, perhaps almost unnoticed.

A single person was watching from afar, following at an unsafe distance precisely because of her aura. Cullen's broad-shouldered form stalked behind Lilith, his leather clad body blending in well enough to keep from drawing attention as he followed misty back-alley paths to keep abreast of her movements. Most might think he was a good for nothing padfoot, a common scoundrel and thief who preyed upon the vulnerable to relieve them of their valuables. But as Cullen stalked the demoness, enthralled with a deep lust to complete his assignment, the square-jawed man would find himself twitching his fingers inside his leather gloves, the magic runes carved into his vest and chaps flashing a bright red as he would ignite and dispel them as one might nervously check and recheck their weapon.

Cullen was a rare breed, a 'Sorcerer Thief' who held deep connections with the Mages of Horadrim. He would need them to survive his job as a procurer and hired muscle for one of the city's most lucrative shady businesses. He worked for an underground trafficking company, known fondly to the residents of Westmarch as 'The Chop Shop.' This semi-legal business, hidden deep within the bowels of the city, paid hunters and adventurers to bring in the unique meat of infernal creatures for processing and resale. For an added fee, however, a wealthy patron could request a humanoid demon or other taboo beast be captured and prepared to their liking, with a sizeable kickback for the town guard to simply turn the other way. It was his job as a procurer which had earned the gentleman rogue the nickname “The Nightmare," his magical prowess allowing him to some of the most powerful spawn of darkness. Enthralled in Lilith's chaotic aura, the hunter could only think of his prey, an order to capture a demoness to grace a noble's table.

Lilith could feel her own power flush with energy as she approached a nondescript building off a main thoroughfare. The succubus nearly let an orgasmic moan slip her mouth as she bathed in the feeling of oneness with her hidden cult deep in the territory of the humans. That's a good sign, the shrine seems to be intact, she thought as she stepped towards a simple arched wooden door, a basement entryway sunk into a descending staircase just off the alleyway. It was only then that she paused, reaching out to caress the door and contemplate stepping inside. On one hand, her cult would feel forever blessed by her presence should she appear to them. But on the other hand, what if it was a trap? What if the guard had cleared the building but maintained the shrine in a ruse to draw in her foot soldiers? The humans were a crafty bunch, and it was not outside of the realm of possibilities.

There she was, standing in a quiet spot in the heart of the city, down a small staircase, out of view from anyone on the street. Cullen's eyes widened as he felt the impulsive chaos course through his veins. Before he realized it was happening, his feet carried him forward, a sudden rush down the alleyway as he barreled headlong at the succubus. Lilith had but a fraction of a second, turning her head in confusion before the brawny human was upon her, left hand gripping the banister as he put all his force behind the stroke. His right hand clasped a weighted leather sap, which swung down hard at the back of her horned head. The moment it connected, a fine powdery mist erupted around Lilith's head, the dazed demoness screeching out, the sudden cry forcing her to breathe in the glittering Twilight Poison that surrounded her body. Cullen's momentum took him past the shrine's entrance, the human vaulting out of the way down the back alley to avoid his own poison.

Lilith flared with rage, turning to face the beast who struck her. But the flame quickly flickered out, her mind rushing with confusion and euphoria as the enchanted poison took effect. The last thing she saw was the staircase turning to tunnel vision, and Cullen's silhouette stepping up to the stair's entry before her body tumbled backwards against the shrine door, limp and knocked out cold.

“Gwen, I did what you asked okay!" A distant voice rang out in Lilith's ears, a man yelling loud enough to even get her attention in a fuzzy, swimmy state of mind. “I got you a demoness, just like you ordered!"

“Cullen you absolute idiot." This time a woman's voice, stout and matronly, shouted back at him, a clatter of something being thrown and shattering underscored her anger, “I told you to bring back a demoness. Not THE Demoness. Not THE fucking DAUGHTER OF HATRED herself!"

Lilith groaned as she fluttered her eyes softly. Even in the pall of an enchanted sleep, the succubus could feel the rage and chaos simmering once again in her veins. As she quizzically surveyed her surroundings, memory flooded back into mind as she remembered some man attacked her in the alley. Lilith sat on the floor of a metal cage, an iron and alloy mixture for hardness, staring out at a wide wooden warehouse, somewhere inside the city. The room was dark, lit by candles and a few carefully placed torches, and packed wall-to-ceiling with fantastical creatures that would make a naturalist cry with joy.

Next to her cage an exotic dune thresher clacked its mandibles and jaws at the iron bars of its cage. Across the warehouse she could see an infernal bovine and a goatman both shared the same tall cage, the cow-beast forcing his smaller companion to smush up against the bars of their shared home as they waited apprehensively for whatever fate beheld them. An abyssal wailed and struggled, the flowing mermaid-like body hung by its arms from a meat hook slung from the rafters in the middle of the room. On either side of the struggling beast was a human, a man and a woman. The man appeared to be the same one who had knocked her out earlier, but Lilith had never seen the woman before. A blood-spattered apron covered her squared shoulders and hefty frame as she shook a bloody knife at the man in frustration. Before this obvious interruption, the woman was in the process of live-filleting the beast that hung from the rafters, a small tray of fresh cut 'steaks' sitting on the ground as the abyssal wailed and cried, blood running hot down into the sawdust and hay covered floor.

“Gwen, it's fine! The Mages taught me a little more than just how to knock a demon out. That cage will hold her."

“Oh, excuse me then. And tell me, how many times have you tested it on an ACTUAL LIVING GODDESS?" Lilith couldn't help but smirk at the lady butcher's sarcasm. Were she not a human, perhaps they would even get along fine. She mulled over the thought of repaying her with a night of sex and lust if they simply realized their mistake and let her go.

“My, my my…" Lilith crooned in a voice dripping with lust as she leaned forward against the metal bars, lifting her hands to caress the metal before examining the tight-fitting iron shackles she had been strapped into. “You seem to know your demons, though I doubt any are as well-known as the Daughter of Hatred herself…" …Or at least she thought she did. Gwen and Cullen turned their heads to watch Lilith slur her sultry words, rubbing her hands down the cage bars as if she was drunkenly fondling someone's chest.

“…Cullen? How… long does that Twilight Poison last?" The matronly butcher couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

“Eh, a few more hours at least. That's kinda why I'm not worried." Surprise boiled over to rage as Lilith growled back at them.

“Impudent humans! I'll make you learn some respect!" The captive succubus growled, a low rumble growing about her body as her eyes began to glow a hot red, demonic magic coursing through her veins as her palms erupted in gouts of flame. Lilith could feel her rage explode, a sudden desire to be done with this nonsense, burn down the building, everything in it, and melt her way out of the iron cage. A moment later, she was struck by a sudden and painful shock, as white-hot lightning flared through her brain, searing her senses and causing the demoness to drop to the floor of the cage in a spasming cry.

“See?" Cullen couldn't help but retort with a broad dumb-luck smile, gesturing to the cage that now glowed a bright white, inscribed runes illuminated clearly down each bar. “I told you the Horadrim Mages taught me a thing or two." Lilith gasped as the magic coursing about her being, sucking her very power, her essence from her body. A fatiguing exhaustion overwhelmed the succubus as she writhed on the floor, tears flowing from her eyes as the flames licking off her palms extinguished with a wooshing huff, before the torturous electricity finally ceased. As she came to her senses, she would find herself splayed in a puddle of tears on the metal cage floor, gasping and exhausted as the matron gave one last sigh, shaking her head at Cullen's brash pride.

“Alright, fine. We'll serve her to Baroness Kuznetsov. It'll be worth it if it means ridding Sanctuary of this creature… but she's going to have to pay for the quality meat… not to mention the danger we went through." With that Gwen sighed and returned to her work, the shrieks of the abyssal turning a fevered pitch as Lilith closed her eyes again and lapsed into an exhausted sleep for the second time today.

“Rise'n shine, meat." The accursed man was back, Cullen taking a moment to rap against the metal cage bars as he coaxed the succubus to awaken. Day, night, it was impossible to tell what hour it was, or whether she had been dosed with more Twilight poison while out cold. But as her groggy heterochromatic eyes blinked a few times, she watched as the human opened the door to her cage. Chuckling as he reached an arm inside, the scoundrel gripped her under the crook of her arm and gave the succubus a tug towards the cage door. Lilith let a low growl slip her lips as she tried to flare her magic, to ignite her hatred and rage into one last final thrust…

Instead, her breath caught in her throat, a huffing moan slipping out as nothing happened. It was as if someone had chopped an axe through the bottom of a barrel, the last reserves of her magic flooding out into the aether. Cullen couldn't help but smirk as he tightened his grip, staring Lilith in the eyes as he coaxed her to crawl out with a defeated grunt.

“C'mon… If you do as you're told, the Baroness might take pity on you… or hell, she may not be able to afford you." The Daughter of Hatred could only lower her gaze to the floor, a hot blush flushing across her cheeks as she realized there was no escaping it. The rune-etched shackles gripping her wrists and ankles glowed a feint white, acting as a heat sink for her magic. For the first time, she did not struggle as Cullen led her out on all fours from the cage, Lilith's realization of her predicament finally setting in as she stood. It would only grow worse, the succubus not only feeling her first pang of acceptance, but also embarrassment as the man gripped at her flowing crimson-black dress. The soft material, which had clung to her breasts and shapely form, tore easily as Cullen ripped the material off her body, exotic the spider silk cloth rended into a pile on the floor. Lilith's form was one of alluring beauty and elegance, as all succubi are with their naturally seductive charm. But the invasion of her body, the shearing of her clothes that left bare her hefty breasts and tender pussy, only underscored how little control Lilith had over her situation.

As Cullen tossed aside the scrapped dress, he gave a good look over the exquisite succubus, front and back, a broad smirk as he examined how her smooth skin transitioned to scaly flesh on her lower limbs. He couldn't help but hush out a soft comment about how Gwen was going to love playing with her, before giving the demoness a firm push from behind to send her walking towards the room adjoining the warehouse, her unsteady legs taking a few nervous steps forward. Lilith walked through the wooden doorframe into a stately kitchen, one you would expect to find adjoining a king's great hall. The room was well lit, with fires crackling in the many cooking implements that lined the walls, a complex ventilation system built into the ceiling to ensure those slaving away did not pass out from heatstroke. A large clay and brick hearth, merry with crackling fire underneath, hissed softly with the sound of something cooking behind the loose-fitting oven door. Opposite the oven, across the kitchen and situated near a countertop island, was a similarly large firebox with a massive cauldron, on top, the kettle designed to take even the largest of creatures, or to boil down the remnants of those butchered so nothing would go to waste.

But what caught Lilith's eye most of all was the sight of Gwen standing at a long clay and mortar trough, wiping away the sweat from her brow as she raked out glowing coals until they burned an even and seething heat. Nearby, the preparation table had a large metal frame laid upon it, restraint points situated at positions suggesting the rotisserie-frame was designed to hold a humanoid.

“Thank you, dear." Gwen couldn't help but chuckle as she set the metal rake to the side and stepped forward to Lilith, the succubus's eyes growing wide and body turning slightly to the side in a vain attempt to hide her naked form. Lilith wasn't petite by any means, but the broad and matronly butcher stood a few inches taller and outsized her quite a bit. It was clear that Gwen sampled her cooking quite liberally. And worse, as she stepped forward to inspect Lilith, the demoness realized that her aura of chaos was still emanating, albeit less intensely. “Gods above, I could just eat you up myself…" The chef growled low and sensual as her proximity to the succubus set her most base lusts alight, the perpetual hunger Gwen experienced suddenly becoming ravenous as Lilith awakened her most base of needs. “Were you not to be sold off to the Baroness, I'd have every last bite of you."

“A-ahhh… I… I…" Lilith gasped, stammering softly as Gwen's chunky chef's fingers reached down between the demoness's thighs with impunity, the soft tips of her fingers slowly caressing up her warm vaginal lips before they came to rest against her clit, nestled softly under its hood. Gwen's eyes narrowed softly as she watched the succubus try and stifle herself by biting her lip, an obvious sign of how sensitive she was despite her captivity.

“But if you're a good girl… and do exactly as I say… then perhaps I can make your sendoff a bit less horrid." Lilith breathed in and out, letting her chef's fingertips slowly pry apart her tender pussy lips, slipping a single finger inside to explore her supple folds, and eliciting a slow and soft acknowledgement. That shy flush came back to her cheeks as she nodded in resigned agreement, prompting Gwen to add, “That's my good meat…" While one hand teased and enjoyed her folds, chunky fingers invading and prodding the slickening flesh of her nethers, the other would reach up and find purchase on her perky F-cup breasts, squeezing softly and sensually as she explored and fondled, making Lilith gasp and groan at the sensation of being used. The moans were cut off by a sudden kiss, Gwen pressing her mouth gently to the succubus's lips and cocking her head softly to the side. Her passion quickly grew as the strangest sensation hit her mouth, a sugary sweet taste, almost tingling. It was not just wrong, torturing her meat by playing with it like a lover, it was deadly. Few creatures have ever survived a kiss from a succubus. The warm tingle on her lips ad tongue only ensured the kindle of lust would grow within Gwen's ravenous body.

Pushing back on Lilith, never breaking their makeout session, the chef forced her to back up against the preparation table. After a few more steamy moments, hot huffs and gentle moans slipping from both their mouths, Gwen pulled back just enough to whisper.

“Up onto the counter, meat…"

For the first time, Lilith showed that she had finally broken, a nervous huff followed by a nod and a soft, “Yes Chef, Ma'am…" Perhaps she was resigned to the realization she could never escape. Or perhaps the promise of one last orgasm was all she could hold on to, having lost her power in the most degrading of ways. Slipping back, her reptilian tail snaked up and out of the way, and Lilith sat back onto the prep counter, jostling the metal frame as she was settled into the middle of the table. The rotisserie frame was stout, a hinged two-piece cage designed to restrain the various segments of a humanoid body. Once locked around her, shackles at the neck, chest, wrists, hips and ankles would support her hanging free as she turned over the fire like a suckling pig, no need to impale her. Of course, this meant she would have to suffer for longer as the torturous fire roasted her body. There would be no merciful blood loss as she rotated over the coals.

For her part, Gwen kept her promise, a thumb slowly working against Lilith's clit, nice and easy to coax her to relax as the chef's tender hands rubbed and guided her arms and legs into the restraints before slowly closing the hinged frame top over her body, locking into place with a number of tight fitting padlocks. Even if someone would come to help her, Lilith knew each of the little metal locks would be so hot nobody could undo them safely. Gwen just chuckled as she clicked the last lock shut, licking her lips at the helpless beauty bound tight into the frame.

“I can't wait to see you with a full body tan in a few hours… And you've been a good girl for me already. I'm going to give you a little reward." The chef smirked as she sauntered out of Lilith's field of view, leaving her laid on her back, heart racing as she could already feel the minutes ticking down on her life. Lifting her head as high as the restraints would allow, the succubus watched as Gwen began to grease up a large two-pronged, Y-shaped metal tool, her previously slick fingers, still moist with Lilith's vaginal fluids were slathered in lard, stroking almost sensually up and down the long metal posts until they were lubricated. “Shhhh… just relax now… You're going to feel nice and full in a moment."

Lilith gasped at the sudden sensation of the cold, greased up metal tips touching first her tight asshole, and nestling against her soft and luscious folds. For a moment she tried to shake her head, to beg for mercy, before Gwen pushed the thick, invading metal pipes forward. It took a moment, as her tight pucker clenched and then loosened, yielding at long last to the metal that would plug her deep. The other post quickly followed, spreading her tender lips wide and causing the demoness to gasp aloud in a confused mixture of lust and embarrassment, her sex and ass invaded without care. The chef just smirked as she affixed the other end of the metal post to the frame, the two prongs ensuring there would be no slipping or accidents once she was over the coals.

“Oh, p- please…!" Lilith gasped as she tried to breathe through the sexual invasion, moaning like a whore as her tender folds and tight pucker squeezed and clenched around the thick metal plugs.

“Just relax… focus on how good it feels." Gwen comforted her softly as she nodded to Cullen for a little help. “Mmmm… you have the most gorgeous body, even more beautiful bound like this, my tender rotisserie chicken… I'll make sure you orgasm before you pass…" Lilith felt her world shift as the two humans readied to move her over the fire, the succubus twisting herself in her bonds as she hung helpless and struggling from the frame. For all her growing fear as the hot air graced over her midriff, hardest struggles only managed to work the stabilizer posts inside of her pussy, the tortured demoness moaning in a strange mix of struggle and arousal as her plump and tender lips started to swell and dribble slick fluids. But the moment she crested over the trough of coals, the chef and her assistant hooking the metal rotisserie into place, was the moment Lilith truly understood the torture she would endure. Her muscles tensed as she hung face down, thin dribbles of pussy juices dripping from the forced stimulation. Each drip welled up before popping and hissing off the hot coals below, a perfect melody to underscore her growing suffering.

“A-ahhh… it… it burns, unnngh… it burns!" Lilith breathed heavily through her mouth, huffing and whimpering as she stared straight down into the roiling charcoal for what felt like an eternity. With no movement yet, she could feel the entire front half of her body turn from warm, to uncomfortable, to scorching hot, her beautiful pale skin starting to wisp with steaming sweat as her most sensitive parts started to burn. Gwen couldn't help but chuckle aloud as she watched Lilith's pendulous breasts start to sway from the rotisserie, her thighs clenching and spasming in a vain attempt to shield her supple folds from the heat. “Unnnngh, please! Please it burns!" Lilith's moans grew louder as her nipples perked up to stiff peaks from the heat, the metal post invading her snatch helping to channel the most intense heat deep inside of her juicy folds.

It felt like an eternity, but her respite first came when Cullen figured out how to hook up the spit jig, a series of gears and pulleys timed to a perfect cadence. When the geared teeth engaged with the spit frame, Lilith soon found herself rotating on its axis, the torturous butcher coming into view as she began a slow rotation. The succubus moaned and huffed as her frontside got its first relief facing away from the fire below, lessening the demoness's cries to a low sniveling whimper as she began the long process of roasting to death.

“Mmmm… low and slow, sweetie… shame we couldn't play more." Gwen growled as she got a good look at Lilith's face and chest, the pale skin turned an angry red from the seething heat all about her. As she turned, rivulets of hot sweat would form, dripping off her brow and sizzling as they dropped into the coals below, a fragrant perfume of her natural demoness taste starting to fill the air, her body reddened in the seething heat. Gwen chuckled as she stepped aside to grab a pot that had been simmering by the fireside, chuckling as she stirred it idly with a basting brush. “I bet you'd be ravishing in bed. Heh, probably not often a succubus finds herself on the submissive end of someone's sex drive." As she turned back around to face her chef, Lilith looked as if she could hardly bear to grit her teeth any longer, the heat quickly becoming too much to bear.

In response, Gwen lifted the basting brush and began to paint long, slathering strokes up and down her meatgirl's body, mixing it with fresh sweat to lock in all those flavors and drippings. But just as Lilith's body turned to face the ceiling, the chef decided it was time for one more indignity. The demoness's moans quickly caught in her throat, eyes going wide as she felt the touch of the basting brush against her seared pussy lips. It was gentle at first, exploratory as the spiced oil and garlic mixture was massaged into her tender folds, the natural action of her squirms helping to lubricate the pussy post with a slick mixture of feminine juices and cooking oils. But this was not to be a simple once over, the sadistic chef taking such pleasure in swirling the bristles around her engorged and sizzling clit, working the rough brush between her folds and the metal frame, doing anything she could to coax Lilith's arousal along. It was humiliating, especially as she knew she was being watched, even more so when she saw Gwen fondling herself through her apron, her dirty talk getting more distorted and distant as the demoness slowly lost her battle with the seething hot coals.

She had orgasmed thousands of times in life, having dominated and corrupted humanity and infernal alike. But for the first time, Lilith felt an orgasm that was not her own making blossom deep inside of her loins, Gwen's skilled hands coaxing her body right to the edge. She moaned, head and back arching as she strained against the rotisserie frame, tender flesh turning from the angry red to adarker golden hue, the edges of her sensitive spots even starting to brown. The chef gasped as she watched Lilith's succulent pussy lips twitch and spasm, tensing and squeezing against the stabilizer post, the slick oiled basting brush focused on her tortured folds. It would all rush out as one final indignity, the blooming orgasm coaxed along by the chef's focused basting. With her chef driving a sloppy gush of hot cum to spurt out between her thighs, Lilith's full body shudder forced her to smell her own fragrant sexual juices spattering against her thighs and sizzling in perfumed coils of steam rising from the coals.

It would be a final humiliation as Gwen kept her promise, one last forced orgasm for her rotisserie demoness. As the endorphins faded, and the glow dulled to exhaustion, Lilith was able to cast her eyes one more time to the kitchen, the world distant and faded as her brain too began to cook inside her body. It was hard to make out what was happening, a tall, immaculately dressed lady was addressing Gwen. A large bag of coin exchanged hands. A handshake of congratulations. And that was it, Lilith's eyes rolled back, crisp eyelids fluttering as unconsciousness set in at last. She would hang on for a while longer, body involuntarily jerking and spasming, unintelligible noises moaning out now and then from her exhausted and scorched lungs. Just as her scaly, cloven hooved legs began to crackle and flake, steaming flesh poached underneath the bony protuberances, Lilith breathed her last ragged breath.

Baroness Kuznetsov was simply taken aback at how Gwen had outdone herself this time. A private dining room for the highborn lady, bedecked with warm candlelight, underscored the rich sight of the Daughter of Hatred served silent and still on a silver platter. Gwen had worked the cooked-stiff body until she lay with her knees tucked under her on the serving tray, arms forward in a gesture of prostration to her purchaser. The chef was perhaps a little disappointed that the Baroness had decided to pay the premium to cook her, the boiling lust awakened by Lilith's aura did not fade even upon her death, and the lust in her loins made it hard for Gwen to focus on serving her esteemed guest. She would have to be content with leftovers of the prime meat, even as she lovingly began to carve into the succubus's sweet and tender ass.

Carving down the split tines of her serving fork, until knife met thigh bone, Gwen brought the blade down the side of Lilith's ample thigh, slicing slowly as the sound of crackling, barbecued skin and the smell of fragrant steam filled the room. A prime steak was carved off the side of her thigh, the tender meat dripping with juices as she plated it, nestled next to simple pan roasted vegetables, a side designed to not overshadow the main course. The Baroness smiled as she picked up her knife and fork, carving a dainty cut off the side and dabbing it in the juices collected on her plate. When she popped the cut into her mouth though, the noblewoman's eyes lit up bright, almost melting back into her seat as she breathlessly chewed.

“I… oh gods above, I can taste it so clear… gamey and rich. Like so much chaos roasted right into her body." Carving another bite, she nearly moaned with ecstasy as the dark aura did its work, the first pangs of pure gluttony tugged to the fore as she chowed down. “Gwen, dear, carve me her pussy fillet next… It's not often you get to gorge on the rarest of meats."

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