A/N: I haven't written for Lilith in a long time or watched CAOS in even longer, so if I faltered on her characterization, I apologize! I did my best to keep it within the bounds of her character
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Sabrina saw you.
Sabrina saw you.
Rushing away from the scene, you are quick to make sure no one else can see you. You weave through the masses of students effortlessly. No heads turn as you pass. Throwing a glance over your shoulder, you see Sabrina search the crowds, no doubt coming up empty, before shaking her head.
You only relax when she turns and walks up the stairs to her next class. You don’t relax much, though; you still have to tell Lilith.
Dread builds with every step towards Wardwell’s—now Lilith’s—office. She trusted you to take care of this and you let yourself be seen. You’re not even sure how it happened. One second Sabrina is in a crowd of her friends, the next her eyes are locked right on you with growing horror.
It was almost comical, if you think about it.
Knowing how you’re going to upset Lilith though, you have other things to worry about; like how many years she’s going to bury you in the deepest pits of Hell for failing.
You arrive outside of her office and take a deep breath. Lilith loves you, for all intents and purposes, but being loved in her way isn’t like loving anyone else. She’ll go easy on your punishment, but you will be punished.
Knocking, you wait.
Her voice filters through the door, “Come in.”
You open the door and slip in. Her eyes find you in an instant, vanishing charm or no; she can always find you. It both warms your heart and spikes your blood pressure.
“Darling,” She says, the term a sultry drawl, her eyes narrowing, “What’s happened?”
“Lilith, my Goddess…”
Her eyes go hard at your tone. Her voice is cold, “What’s happened?”
“I was seen.” You admit, wincing.
Lilith had been standing, hands on the desk as she leans forward, only to pause. She tilts her head and looks at you for a long moment. You can feel your heart beating a mile a minute and threatening to shoot from your chest. It’s so hard you can almost swear she can hear it.
Her head turns and she looks away, eyes darting this way and that. She’s thinking hard about something. That isn’t good, you know; she’s likely deciding how to kill you and send you back to Hell until she gets there. It’s not Hell you mind as much as being without her.
You start talking before you can stop yourself, “I was following Sabrina and her friends in the hall. I don’t know what happened, but I must have dropped my cover on accident—”
“You did what?”
“Lilith, please. You know I wouldn’t fail you on purpose.”
“You don’t have accidents, darling,” Lilith says cuttingly, “That’s why I gave you this job. You don’t fail.”
“I won’t. It was just a brief moment and then she couldn’t see me. I swear, let me make this up to you.”
You fall to your knees in front of her as she crosses around to the front of the desk. Her brows raise slightly, but she only watches you. Usually you’re not so dramatic as this. It’s rare you fall to your knees without her command first, it’s even rarer for you to beg. You’re strong and fierce… except when it comes to your Goddess.
She has an army of demons and twisted creations to enact these duties for her. Any of them would have answered her call. But she gave you the opportunity; you, the twisted little witch, the one she’s kept at her side and away from the grit of Hell’s chores until now. She could’ve chosen any of them and she chose you.
If you admit defeat, you fear she’ll never choose you again.
You’ve never failed her when you were just there to entertain her. You can’t fail her now, when it matters. If you do, who is to say you’re really worthy of the love she shows you?
“Have I ever given second chances before?” She asks.
Her voice is cold, but she runs fingers through your hair. It’s always astounded you how someone born of hell can chill you to the bone.
You shake your head, “No. Not while I’ve been with you.”
“No.” Lilith echoes, confirming your answer, “What makes you think I’d give you one?”
Looking up and blinking the shame from your eyes, you try to summon your usual fierceness. Lilith’s lips twitch into an amused smirk.
“Because I love you.”
Something in her posture softens. It’s slow and barely noticeable, but you notice everything about Lilith, even if sometimes you don’t want to.
Her hand comes to settle on your cheek. Holding you in place, she absorbs the vision, soft eyes filled with interest. You want to know what thoughts race behind her eyes. Mary’s eyes. Her eyes now; you think everything about this body suits her beautifully, captures every detail of her soul and displays it perfectly for your eyes to see. It’s even better than the last one.
“If you slip again, I’ll let Stolas feast on your eyes.” Lilith says.
Hope and love fill you in equal measure. Your face breaks into a bright smile and you turn your head, kissing the palm of the hand she settled on your cheek. She laughs breathlessly.
“I won’t fail.”
Lilith nods, “Good.”
Leaning over and capturing your face in her hands, she pulls your lips to her own. She’s rough and demanding. Your lips are only there to serve her, like the rest of you. And you love it.
Her teeth pull at your bottom lip and break the skin. When drops of blood hit her tongue, she moans against you, sweeping the digit along your lip in search of more. A whimper leaves your lips. She swallows it down, smothering it, her sounds drowning out your own. You almost worry that it’ll reach someone outside.
Then she pulls away. You whimper at the loss of her heat, but she tuts, shaking her head. Moving back and sitting in one of her chairs, she almost smiles.
“Since you’re already on your knees, make yourself useful, will you?”
Reader makes a mistake and they never make mistakes and got caught by Sabrina and reader flees back to Lilith and shes not happy.
Sabrina saw you.
Sabrina saw you.
Rushing away from the scene, you were quick to make sure no one else could see you. You weave through the masses of students effortlessly. No heads turn as you pass. Throwing a glance over your shoulder, you see Sabrina search the crowds, no doubt coming up empty, before shaking her head.
You only relax when she turns and walks up the stairs to her next class. You don’t relax much, though; you still have to tell Lilith.
Dread builds within you every step towards Wardwell’s office, now Lilith’s office... She trusted you to take care of this and you let yourself be seen... You’re not even sure how it happened... One second Sabrina was in a crowd with her friends, the next her eyes are locked right on you with growing horror and confusion.
It was almost comical, the more you thought about it...
Knowing how you’re going to upset Lilith though; you have other things to worry about; like how many years she’s going to bury you in the deepest pits of Hell for failing.
You arrive outside of her office and take a deep breath, your body quivers in fear. Lilith loves you, for all intents and purposes, but being loved in her way isn’t like loving anyone else. She’ll go easy on your punishment, but you will be punished.
Knocking, you wait, and you feel your heart pounding in you r chest as if it wants to explode.
Her voice filters through the door, “Come in.”
You opened the door and slipped inside her office. Her eyes find you in an instant, vanishing charm or no; she can always find you. It both warms your heart and spikes your blood pressure.
“Darling,” She says, the term a sultry drawl, her eyes narrowing, “What’s happened?”
"Lilith... My love.."
Her eyes go hard at your tone. Her voice is cold, “What’s happened?”
“I was seen.” You admit, wincing scared of the consequences.
Lilith had been standing, hands on the desk as she leans forward, only to pause. She tilts her head and looks at you for a long moment. You can feel your heart beating a mile a minute and threatening to shoot from your chest. It’s so hard you can almost swear she can hear it.
She turns her headand she looks away, her eyes darting this way and that. She’s thinking hard about something. This isn’t good, you know; she’s most likely deciding how to kill you and send you back to Hell until she gets there. It’s not Hell you mind as much as being without her.
You start talking before you can stop yourself, “I was following Sabrina and her friends in the hall. I don’t know what happened, but I must have dropped my cover on accident...” Your voice sounds scared and desperate in hopes she doesn't punish you
“You did what?” “Lilith, please. You know I wouldn’t fail you on purpose..."
You see her sit in her seat behind her desk and you walk behind her desk and you get on your knees and you rest her head in her lap, your heart still pounds in your chest as she starts stroking your hair gently.
Lilith then responds, "You've been bad, darling. Its time for a punishment. Now, since you're on your knees, make yourself useful for Mommy~" Lilith says in a sultry tone.
oh no worries at all!!! would just love to read more jealous zelda/ lilith cause you write them both so well😭 HANDS DOWN🙇🏻♀️
Since I have my hands full with ongoing wips I thought it would be a great idea to add a little os to the list; it took me like 20 minutes cause I was inspired tho! Canon complaint and jealousy angst because these two ladies call for power dynamics when a past relationship sex is implied. Slightly NSFW. Hope you like this!
From a dark corner in her room, Lilith is lurking. She’s watching Zelda get changed in perfect silence, her leopard shirt stained with dried blood, her hands and pencil skirt soiled with dirt; she looks exhausted with her hair disheveled, like she’s been through too much in too little time.
She looks like she’s in need of a good fuck and the burning pain of rejection makes Lilith even more ravenous to be the one who gets to wreck her. She waits for Zelda to remove her ruined clothes and only when she’s only in her lace bra and matching panties, she comes out from her hiding place.
“Excellent performance in the graveyard.” She asks, her voice low.
Zelda gasps, turning around with a sudden movement. Her green eyes shoot darts.
“What are you doing here?” She snarls, not even attempting to cover the body Lilith knows by the inch. “I thought I made it clear: we don’t need you.”
“Yes.” Lilith sighs dramatically, pacing around the room with the sole purpose of getting closer to the witch without looking threatening. “You abandoned me when I most needed you; you worship Hecate now.”
“Jealous?” Zelda asks and, not satisfied, she has the audacity to chuckle.
Lilith all but glares at her. Yes, she is jealous. Yes, she feels betrayed not only because Zelda has fooled her with the illusion of a Church of Lilith in her name, choosing another deity to pay to, but because she’s also betrayed their unspoken path of being allies and casual sex partners since the night of the exorcism.
The truth is that Lilith wants to make her pay for her betrayal. The truth is also that she needs Zelda to rise again, defeat the Dark Lord and claim the crown.
She walks around her, gazing at her in a predatory manner. She makes sure Zelda can feel her hot breath against the back of her neck, the warmth of her skin lapping at her bare back; Lilith draws impossibly close but never enough to touch her.
“Tell me, Zelda, what does she give you that I didn’t?”
“She gives us protection.” The witch breathes out and it’s clear that her voice is already affected. Maybe she feels guilty and tries to hide it behind her proverbial pride, maybe her memory is flooded with images of the past, of their long nights of sex. “She brought Hilda back.”
“Don’t you think I should get a thank you for that?” Lilith purrs, stopping right behind her. They’re almost the same height, and still, it feels like the demoness is towering over her.
“Whatever for?”
“When you call upon Hecate, you call upon the very source of witchcraft.” Finally, she touched her neck, pushing away red tresses off Zelda’s shoulder. Her breath is hot against her skin. “Since I was the first witch, you call upon me.”
“Hecate is above you.” The other replies, the struggle to keep her composure now clear in her voice; she shivers.
“Perhaps,” Lilith admits. “But I’m here and she’s not. Hecate is just an idea, something impalpable while me… I’m very much real. Besides, nobody can make you feel the way I do.”
Zelda can only close her eyes when she feels the demoness’ hands on her body. She squeezes one of her breasts possessively while the other hand crawls down her front, sliding inside her panties without warning. Her fingertips feel like liquid fire.
“Lilith-” It’s something between a gasp and a moan, maybe a pleading whimper to continue, and that’s what makes the demoness stop.
“Come back to me, Zelda. You know how sweet my gifts are.” She murmurs in her ears. Unhurriedly, she withdraws her hand, earning a discontent glare from Zelda and when she steps in front of her, Lilith smirks.
The witch swallows thickly, feeling the discomfort of the unsatisfied release twitch in her lower belly. Pride spikes inside her once again.
“What if I don’t want to worship you?” She challenges, lifting her chin.
Lilith loves how strong she is. She can already taste how powerful they can be together, if they only try for real, this time. But Lilith has begged her already, tasted humiliation on her tongue and it was intense and destructive just like the memory of Zelda’s fingers on her own body, and she won’t make the same mistake again.
“My patience is limited, I’d hate to see you fall by my hand when the time comes.” She warns, drawing so close to her that their mouths almost touch. Lilith bares her teeth, reminding the witch how sharp they are, proving to her that she won’t hesitate to use them, if necessary. She already did that in the past - even though in a different circumstance. She would love to do that again, taste the warm blood pouring from Zelda’s skin as she writhes and chase a release by Lilith’s hand. She hopes those days aren’t gone forever. “Remember, Zelda: soon, I will wear the crown I’m owed and on Doomsday, I will keep in mind those who wronged me. Don’t be amongst them or I swear you’ll burn through the flames of Hell until you recall to whom you belong.”
Lilith tried not to falter when Zelda’s eyes darkened considerably and her lips curled up into a daring smirk.
