Dream a Little Dream of Me.

The Lilith Obsession, Part the Fourth

The Ownership of Lilith

(Read Part the Third, The Conquest of Lilith)

p78, by Zinin Alexei @ Flickr“You’ve been at this for weeks, when are you going to ask?”

“When I’m ready.  What’s it to you, how long I take?  Do you have someplace to be?  A dentist appointment or something?  There’s no expiration date on our bet.  What’s the rush?”

The Jerkwad was really getting annoying, lately.  Lucifer refused to hurry on his behalf, and had been deliberately putting off making his final request of Lilith as much to piss off The Big Wanker as because he wasn’t ready.  Truth be told, he could have gotten her to brand his mark in her thigh a week ago, but watching the brainless idiot twist his knickers in a knot… oh right.  He didn’t wear knickers.

Lucifer scowled at the recurring thought.  He really did wish Yahweh hadn’t mentioned that.

“I don’t care for your tone, Lu.”

“Oh?  And what?  You’ll punish me for it?  Kick me out of Heaven, Ya?  Oh forsooth.  Why don’t you go and spy on some altar boys or something?”

His Holy Peckerhead wrinkled his nose and left.

(Story continues below the fold.)

DSC_0263, by Zinin Alexei @ Flickr“So I am but a wager to you, Lucifer?  After all I have given and suffered for your pleasure, that is all I am?”  Her face fell in hurt and disappointment.

“No, Kitten.  You are so much more than that.  The wager is nothing.  Just an opportunity to get under his skin.  And of course, to give you the chance to lie here beside me in my bed.”

“You know I can’t help but feel obligated to all those people, all those souls trapped in your kingdom.  You should not have told me about the wager.  I should tell you ‘no’ when you next ask, and set them free.”

“But you won’t.”

Lilith went quiet on him, and for a moment he thought he may have misstepped by telling her.  Perhaps he’d been too arrogant, and should have kept quiet about it.  He was under no obligation, after all, and had gone so far as to demand she remain ignorant of it within the terms of the wager.

It occurred to him then that perhaps this had grown into more than winning a bet with the Booming Butthead, that there was more here at stake than he’d admitted to himself, but he shoved the notion out of his head with a scowl.  Fuck that stupid idea.  He was here to win.

He watched the struggle in her face, and was reassured.  Yes, she would brand herself.  He saw the decision in her eyes the instant she made it.

“So if I thrice refuse, all those souls belong to him, including yours.  If I comply, I am forever yours.  That is the bet?”

Yes, she had decided, and she had decided his way.

“That is the gist of it, yes.”

“Why did you tell me of the bet, if you did not have to?  I have refused you twice already.”

“You have.  You will not the third time.”

“He was always more competitive than he was intelligent, Lucifer.”

“And what do you know of wagering with His High and Mighty, little one?”

“A small wager of no consequence, my Lucifer.  It was long ago.  In the Garden in fact, not so long after you and I first met.”

“Tell me.”

“It was nothing, I assure you.  I simply wagered on one soul for a small dominion of my own.”  He followed her sad gaze toward Jezebel, who still knelt on the floor where he had left her.  Jez lowered her eyes to the lavish rug.  Lilith crawled from the bed and knelt beside her, lifting her chin in one hand, and stroking her hair with the other.

“My Darling Queen, do not let this trouble you.  You are not to blame here.”  The gesture was incredibly tender to watch.  She was amazing in her capability to be so fiery and defiant one moment, and so heartbreakingly gentle the next.

Lucifer almost felt sorry for Lilith.  It would seem he was the cause of her losing that bet.  Had he known of it, he’d have left Jezebel to Lilith, just to piss in the Holy Cheerios.  Well, he didn’t have the benefit of omniscience, there was no point in bawling over one missed opportunity.  There would be plenty more, for certain.

In the end, it had worked out.  Lilith and Jezebel would spend eternity together.  Eternity together with him, in his bed.  Yes, he rather enjoyed the silver lining to that cloud.

p77, by Zinin Alexei @ Flickr“Return to my bed, Lilith.”  She hesitated, shot him just the beginning of a dirty look, but checked herself quickly.  She kissed Jez softly on the forehead, rose, and did as she was told.  Her defiance, still flickering just beneath the surface, was something he hoped he would never be able to beat out of her.  It burned in his belly to see it in her eyes.

“It is time, I should think, to end this little game.”  Lucifer got up from the bed and walked to the fireplace, stone carved to resemble a pillar of skulls.  Bending over at the waist, he plucked from the fire a long, thin rod of wooden-handled steel, the end a brilliant orange brand, still alight with dancing flames of its own.  He licked his lips and felt the uncontrolled grin spreading from his eyes to his lips, to his heart, to his loins.

It was all he could do to prolong the drama, to turn ever so slowly about, to pause and stand motionless facing the bed with the brand almost casually held high before him.  Lilith’s gaze was locked upon the business end of the tool.  He delighted in the battles of emotions on Lilith’s face.  The war had been won, but the fear and the guilt and the shame were not going down without a fight, and he watched as patiently as he could for the final skirmishes to play themselves out.

Though he was momentarily amused by the thought of leaping to the bed and stabbing it into her leg himself, he kept a tightened fist on his own emotions.  He was constrained by the terms of the bet, Lilith must do this herself.

As slowly as he could, with all the grace he could find within himself, he glided to the bedside, waited a moment for Lilith to release her stare from the branding iron, and find his eyes with hers.  One final check of her soul through the windows, and he extended the brand toward her.

“Lilith.  Lilith, my Kitten.  I have loved you since your creation.  I have wanted for you in my crotch and and in my soul for lo, these many centuries.  I have desired nothing more from eternity than to have you here in my bed, to teach you the glories of pleasure and pain, as you could never know them anywhere else, and as you could learn them from no other hand.

“Lilith, my Kitten.  Take this brand.  Seal our eternal fate together, here in my bed, with Queen Jezebel the Great as your lover, your equal, and our witness.”

It had played perfectly.  It was formal and dramatic, with just enough flattery and romance to get her over that last little hump.

Lilith tentatively accepted the flaming brand, turned it, and raised it to within an inch of her bare lips, so perfectly groomed to his desire, absorbing the radiating heat so close to her swollen sex. His eyes were locked on her thigh, and hers were locked on his. He noticed, but understood that she wanted nothing in the universe more than watch her eternal Lover’s expression through the moment of truth when she gave herself to him for all time.  He wanted nothing more than to watch his eternal Lover’s skin burn with the greatest of all his victories over the Supreme Shithead.

“No,” she whispered, and then paused.

His face, always so carefully managed, slipped from his control as he struggled to comprehend what had happened. He felt it go slack and blank, before realization washed over him. The entirety of Hell shook with the sudden exodus of billions of spirits and scornful, mocking laughter coming directly from the Heavens.  He had called her ‘kitten’.  She had called him ‘mouse’.  In that moment when he turned and gazed into her eyes, he knew all, and her rapturous victory lay bare and unhidden in her face.  Her bet with Yahweh had not been for the soul of Jezebel and a dominion on Earth.  Jezebel was gone with the others.

p75, by Zinin Alexei @ Flickr“You have lost all those souls to The Almighty, Dear Lucifer, but my wager is won. I am yours, Sweet Demon, but you? You are mine alone. For always.”

Lilith smiled as she stabbed the brand downward, screamed in tortured agony as the heat seared his mark into her delicate flesh. In that moment Heaven and Hell, pain and pleasure, everything and nothing contorted her body and washed directly from her thigh and through her cunt, pulsating waves of the universe at large coursing from thence throughout her body. She was blind in her ecstasy, and still she pressed the brand deeper.

The walls of the Dark Kingdom shook once more, this time accompanied by stunned silence from above, with nothing to drown out the orgasmic, reverberating scream of Hell’s new monarch until finally she passed out, exhausted, damned, and content.


From whence came the art:

The images in this post, from top to bottom, are titled p78DSC_0263, p77, and p75, by Zinin Alexei and are licensed by the artist under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.0 License.

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21 Responses

  1. […] The Conquest of Lilith

    It was late in the morning as he watched Lilith begin to stir in the simple bed inside the train car. It would be a good morning when he first beheld her so in his own ornate four-poster. It was tempting to forge ahead quickly with her, but he resisted the urge. To bring her to willing submission, he had to alternate pain with pleasure, fear with comfort, degradation and derision with solace and praise. […]

  2. Stephanie Z says:

    Pardon the pun, Janie, but that’s one hell of a story. I love the twist in the tale.

  3. JanieBelle says:

    Thank you Stephanie, and thank you so much for your help.

    So everyone’s aware, I could not have written this story without Stephanie’s kind and generous thoughts.

    Great Big Thank You Kisses

  4. Stephanie Z says:

    Janie, I held your hand a little. You did all the work.

  5. A Real Girl says:

    Oh! My heart breaks for Lu. It seems I can’t resist a bad boy. Indeed, there’s only one thing sexier…

    a resourceful and naughty girl.

    Mistress Janie, thanks for sharing.


  6. JanieBelle says:

    Then thank you for holding my hand a little, Steff.



    Does that mean I’m a big sexy tootsie roll? I like that. Want to unwrap me?

    Unwrap me like say, a birthday present?

    Happy Birthday, A.

    Big Birthday Kisses for you.

  7. JanieBelle says:

    … and I bet you thought I’d forget the Birthday spankings, didn’t you?



  8. Rystefn says:

    I must say, I didn’t see it until just partway through this last part, though I was rather hoping something like this might play out. I’ve always seen the Morning Star as a sympathetic character, but this portrayal of him I disliked. On a personal level, mind you, it was beautifully written, and the character was quite engaging – I just didn’t like him.

    Anyway, it was a very good story and exceptionally well-written.

    Oh, and on a related subject, did you know that someone has been bothering me to write an account of you making good on your threat and sending Kate over to “Acquire” the correct pronunciation? I thought that might tickle you a touch.

  9. JanieBelle says:


    Thank you, and kisses for your very kind words.

    No, I wasn’t aware of that, I’ve had my head in this story all week and barely managed to visit the blogosphere.

    You’re right, though.

    That would tickle me.

  10. JanieBelle says:

    …and now it occurs to me to ask…


  11. Beth says:

    Hmm. I always have liked twisty endings.

  12. JanieBelle says:

    I hope you liked this one, Beth.


  13. Beth says:

    *tilts head at JB*

    Isn’t that what I said?

    Yes I did like it, hon.

    *offers a reassuring hug*

  14. JanieBelle says:

    Of course you did, Beth.

    I was teasing about the way you phrased it, is all.



  15. Beth says:

    Hugs make the world go ’round, you know.


    And chocolate kisses.

  16. Rystefn says:

    Who? Well, if it had been said publicly I wouldn’t hesitate to say, but since it wasn’t, I’m going to have to say that it’s not my place to answer without permission. I take privacy pretty seriously, you know.

    I take it from your responses that you’re not averse to the idea? Or should I send you a sample first? Wouldn’t want to overstep my bounds… well, not in this particular, I should say.

  17. JanieBelle says:


    I like your chocolate kisses philosophy.


    Well that would explain why I didn’t find the conversation anywhere on the web.

    No, I am not in the least averse to the idea, and neither is Kate.

    No, I don’t need to pre-screen it. Your story, don’t stifle your creativity on our account.

    No, neither of us is ascared o’ bein’ a porn star or anything else in your story.

    Do me, baby.

  18. JanieBelle says:

    P.S. Hell, I KILLED Kate in The Lilith Quotient! Very first chapter.

  19. JanieBelle says:

    P.P.S. OK, I didn’t kill her, but one of the other characters that I wrote did.

  20. Rystefn says:

    Oh, I’m not worried about stifling my creativity, I’m worried about getting it right. Both stylistically and in a “true to the characters” kind of sense. I’m a bit of a perfectionist that way.

    It’s the characters that make the story, everything else is just a picture frame.

  21. JanieBelle says:

    It’s the characters that make the story, everything else is just a picture frame.

    I like that, I think.

    Yes, I like that very much.

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