There’s a light shriek, a little shocked expression put into action. Actually, she’s talking about something other than the woman, which is who she notices is standing before her as she spins around.
There was something alluring about her, an insane beauty to her features and her frame was graced by angels, Callista was sure. Had she seen something so beautiful? “No, I wouldn’t imagine.” She approached her with the speed of a crane, slow and graceful. When she reached her figure, she palmed a strand of hair and smiled. “You’re something the devil would kill for, aren’t you?” And then she giggles wildly.
Lilith merely arched her sculpted eyebrows at the actions of the other blonde female. Her aura was an interesting one, its shades complicated yet intricate. Pastel shades interwind with darker dangerous ones.
Her voice was alluring, the octaves tugging at something inside, she noticed the movement and could only smile wider. “I like to think so, yes. My mother always said I was closely associated with him anyway.” She added, her tone light and not reflecting the amount of hurt her mother’s words truly inflected. “But then again, you look like something my wildest dreams conjured. What’s your name, gorgeous?”
She’s lying sheepishly over a gravely piece of sharp rock, with her white gown hanging off her shoulders. She picks the petals from the sunflower and is kicking her feet back and forth slowly in the air, humming a song to herself. That’s when she sees it, it’s from the corner of her eye that it catches her hue. Someone walking by, and she perked up immediately.
Raising herself from her perch, she begins to smile wickedly and laughs crazily. “I think I see a human!” She screeches into the air around her and then twirls about.
The ends of her fingertips were stained in charcoal as she tried to capture the vividness in the wave’s movements. Lilith had already sketched the view one had of the mountains, and the one held when atop of them. Not to mention the lovely ruins among the forrest, she had it all but the ocean view. Which prompted the impulsive trip to the islands’ edge.
Once finished with the sketch, the succubus started trudging up along the path when a voice stopped her. Turning around, she gracefully pointed a blood-red fingernail to her chest in question. “Me? Oh my love, I’m no human, I’m anything but.” As if to further prove her point, her eyes flashed an inhuman shade of blue before they turned their natural hue.
People say to me, you like to play strong women. I like to say: I like to play women who are terrified, but they find a way through their fear. That’s what the tat on my arm is about. We all feel fear. Fear is a part of human nature; it’s a necessary emotion. The secret is not not feeling it, it’s pushing through it. You know?
“Your kind, I meant. You, on the other hand, I’ve only just had the pleasure of encountering.” It truly had been a pleasure – the blonde was all charm, and Freyja could appreciate that.
“I met a few, before all…” This. Her hand made a vague gesture – this, the island.
“That’s better. I wouldn’t want any ridicoulous rumors flying wild around about me, would I?” The blonde playfully jested with the goddess. She arched her eyebrow as the other admitted to having met succubi before, which made Lilith feel as if she was missing out. The succubus had never had the pleasure to met a similar creature to her in nature. Yet.
“So- as the goddess of love, do you have any advice you could give me?”
Clever, clever. They said nothing of their praise as they downed their next shot, Loki watching her with obvious intent as they thought of their next question. “Hmm…”
“First heartbreak, then. And do not give me yet another roundabout answer, I beg you.”
Lilith laughed lightly at their response, it seemed the trickster did not liked to be played around with. How delightfully ironic- considering their esteemed reputation. “My first heartbreak,” she mused aloud, “will have to be when my family kicked me out and told me to never come back.” The succubus responded truthfully, recalling how painful the blow had been.
Elizabeth nodded and followed the woman toward her room. She was so beautiful, Liz felt incredibly plain against her. Plain brown hair, brown eyes, and so ridiculously small. All her life, people had commented on how small she was, as if it were something she could control. The girl wondered if Lilith thought the same thing, but Liz was eternally grateful that she didn’t say so. “I think your house is lovely, it seems..lived in, and that’s always a good thing,” the brunette mumbled as she peeled her eyes off of Lilith’s back to look around. “I guess so, I’ve never really had any females in my life before, except my roommate at boarding school and teammates but those aren’t really…friends?”
Lilith was accustomed to people’s reactions towards her, it came with what she was. After years of dealing with stares and the like, she didn’t even feel them anymore. “Oh? That’s quite sad, but- now you have me.” Walking to her room, she thanked the spirits that none of her toys were out in display, that would have been awkward to explain. “In my experience, I was never good at making girlfriends, they were always jealous.” She headed to her walk-in closet with a flourish, it paid well to be part of the Black Market. “So what were you looking for dear? Dresses, shirts and jeans, or maybe skirts? Though you’d have to apologize the lack of color in my wardrobe, I’m not a big fan of it.” Her collection would have been a minimalistic’s heaven, mostly black clothing but they were some whites and nudes in between.
They nodded, holding their tongue as their mind roamed for where they’d heard of this ‘high school’ before. Waste not, want not.
They had better make it COUNT.
“First love, then.”
Lilith watched as her hand reached out to pour them another shot as they prepared their next question. It took her longer to decide which way she wanted to respond. She supposed they wanted the truthful answer, but that didn’t mean she was going to give them a lie. “Hmmm,” she taped a blood-red finger nail against her chin. “First love was probably my English teacher who was incredibly good looking. I was head over heels for him, used to think we were going to get married one day.” It was of course, childish love, but love nonetheless. They didn’t specify.
The god grit his teeth at the sight of her, standing there and peering up at him. Her pretty blue eyes swollen and blood shot, lower lip trembling. Her porcelain flesh, so often flushed just beautifully was splotched as white trails followed along her cheeks from the salt of her tears, he couldn’t stand it.. and so the Aesir looked away. His fists still clenched at his sides and his teeth gritting, he couldn’t stand to see her, not like that. It wasn’t that she wasn’t stunning.. the succubus would be the most beautiful creature on this island to Hodr even if she’d somehow been wounded.. or disfigured. Even if she wasn’t so stunning. With that white-gold hair and her vibrant blue eyes. With the soft curve of her lips, twisting in that impish expression that promised trouble to anyone foolish enough to step forward when dared. And Hodr.. Hodr had tumbled head over heels for the succubus. Despite his cynicism, despite hi clear and blatant distaste for nearly everyone who crossed his path, he couldn’t seem to make himself push this creature away. It had been like that from the moment he’d met her, from the moment he’d caught her damning, irresistable scent in the heavily fogged forest outside of his home.
He could feel her gaze on him, but the god couldn’t bring himself to meet her gaze. His own steely and sharp, settling on the wall behind her. Focusing on the way the pain glowed in the soft light of the room, though he didn’t give two goddamns what her walls were painted, what her home looked like. She was the only thing in this fucking house that Hodr wanted to look at, and the only reason he didn’t was because it hurt too goddamned much. It hurt to see her in pain, to know it was he who had pushed her to that. He had no one to blame but himself for the pain in those pretty blue eyes. For the way her mouth skewed up in an attempt to keep the tears from falling even more than they already had.
When she spoke, her soft, melodic voice echoing into the home only to cut herslef off the moment she had, his fists clenched tighter and his jaw ticked as his head turned in her direction. His eyes, however, remained locked on the wall just behind her. Her voice registering.. clearly.. but he still found himself incapable of meeting her gaze. As Lilith finally moved.. shifting closer to the god, closing the distance between them until nothing but a few simple inches seperated them, Hodr tried to keep his gaze from her. His eyes closing tightly, the god dipped his chin and gave a low growl. Almost as if he knew shway was coming. When he felt her touch him, her soft palm on his cool cheek, her thumb dragging along his lip, he grit his teeth more. However when she cupped his cheeks and gave a compulsory tug. Forcing him to bend down to meet her hight, his forehead pressing to her own, the god couldn’t stop himself from opening his eyes.
His gaze met her own in the close proximity, everything else blurring but the nearly too-bright blue of her eyes. She looked sad, so wounded.. and Hodr’s expression. It was regret, a deep set pain of his own as he looked down at her. Trying so fucking hard to keep himself from touching her. Last time he’d touched her.. he’d hurt her.
All of that restraint crumpled the moment she lifted herself up on her tiptoes, with the soft groan that echoed from her lips. The moment those lips pressed to his own, all of Hodr’s control fractured with a flood of rage and pain and raw hunger. The hands that were clenched at his sides shifted and his arms corded around Lilith. Pulling the succubus tightly against him as he kissed her. Mouth slanting over her own, hungrily and roughly as with one, then two steps, he had her back to the wall behind her, using it as a barrier to pull her up, closer to him, one hand pushing through the blonde hair at the base of her skull.
It had never been her intention to let the hunger overtake her completely but it was brought upon by his mere taste. A simple brush of their lips, the coldness yet manly ruggedness of his lips against the softness of her own brought the current of a shiver to slither up her spine. Hands gripped fistfuls of his shirt as Lilith tried to bring them closer together as if to make their bodies not only join but merge into two souls inhabiting one body. Her velvet tongue tasted the sensuous curve of Hodr’s lower lip before her back arched into his body at feeling the hardness of the wall behind her. She was drowning in his taste, in his scent, in his touch. There was no better haven that being consumed by him, being devoured by the male that made her both angry yet happy. He made her feel. One of the first to show her that she was more than just a monster, that she was anything but. He made her feel secured, stable, normal, yet he also destabilized and annoyed her relentessly. She wouldn’t put it past him to go against her on a topic just because he could. And Lilith loved that.
It’s difficult to explain how something so simple escalated into such an intense emotion, hard to believe that the succubus, whose heart she had shoved deep within herself, could still muster up the courage to fall head over heels in love. There was no denying what she felt, no going back against it, there was only complete submission. Her kiss held equal parts of aggression and gentleness, it was a slow exploration, a leisurely dance of tangling tongues and sliding lips. She was taking her time with him, to enjoy their journey. Her hands moved slowly yet with confidence, they dipped into every clothed curved and hardened muscle. The coldness in his skin brought a strange comfort to her, she had grown accustomed to the temperature in his body. But it wasn’t enough, she wanted skin to skin contact.
Nimble fingers traveled downwards to the edge of his shirt before slipping underneath the loathsome fabric. Lilith was met with skin as hard as ice, the very embodiment of his being, she raked her nails softly, teasingly, down the sides of his torso. All the while her lips melded perfectly with his, with the occasion of her teeth leaving small nibbles on his lower lip, it was hard to resist not to. The plumpness was enough to feast in for days and his taste was the strongest in it. A mouthwatering combination of bitter alcohol, nicotine, and him. Every time she had to pull away to inhale another lungful of oxygen, his scent invaded her olfactory receptors, causing her brain to go haywire with his musk. She felt powerless against him, her senses attacked by all sides, provoking all rational thought to leave her mind. It went against what she wanted but, wasn’t there strength in surrender?
Contrary to how cold his blood ran, his hands on her body left nothing but a scalding fire in their wake. Endless currents of electricity traveling up and down her body restlessly, making her skin alive with wanting. Being too wrapped in all that was Hodr, she failed to notice that not once had she used her abilities on him. Lilith hadn’t bothered to see into his aura and had refrained from using her pleasurable touch, which should have alarmed her in some way because it showed his immense effect on the succubus. But..it didn’t. There was no need for such luxury when she utterly trusted the god. An irritated noise rose from her mouth as she struggled to get rid of the bloody cloth that constricted her hands from traveling further up his body. In the next second, there was a tearing sound filling the room before the tattered pieces of his shirt miserably fell onto the floor. She gave a small smile before mumbling, “I’ll buy you a new one.” Lilith gave him a quick peck before moving on to explore the unclad skin.
Her lips followed the harsh edges of his jawline before voyaging into his throat with an array of licks, nips, and open-mouthed kisses. After playfully taking a gentle bite of his shoulder, she whispered against the pale flesh. “Just so you’re aware my bedroom is equally as free as this wall, maybe even more plushy.”
“I mean, I like longer hair. It brings in the ladies, they like to pull it when I pleasure them.” As she held his chin he smiled at her, wanting to pull her closer. To have that understanding that only she seemed to get. “Always, babe. Maybe next time you’ll let me get it in, eh?”
Lilith hummed as she held back a laugh. “We’ll see about that, lover boy.” Then she strutted out of the bar feeling eyes on her form, nothing unusual about that. She made her way outside unaware of the trouble that was about to occur.
“But I like looking like a shaggy dog, it gives them something to pull, you know?” He laughed, noticing how uncomfortable Lilith clearly was. When she said that she hadn’t met the god before though, he felt incredibly curious. Freyr was not the most intelligent of his pantheon, but he definitely held more compassion than some of the others. “Hm. Well, I’m just going to have to assume that you’ve shacked up with another god. But be wary, girl, we’re all heartbreakers,” he winked, offering her a joking smile.
“Oh but don’t you like it when it’s just nails though? Racking through your skull gently, you feel it all the way to your spine.” Lilith purred back at him with a mischievous smile. She gently took his chin in her hand, “That you are, handsome, that you are.” The succubus released his chin and threw him an air kiss. “Same time, next week right? You know how I can’t go a week without seeing that gorgeous face.”
The sensation that pricked through her skin seemed familiar to Liz, similar to the strange effect Lucius had on her when he touched her arm. Her nerves eased the tension pulling her muscles taut, though, and that made her grateful. Elizabeth stepped forward into the woman’s house, her curiosity poking her to look around. It seemed much more put together than Herk’s, even Fen’s. Must be the woman thing her dad always talked about, the girl concluded. Turning her head back to the beautiful blonde woman, a tinge of insecurity prodded at the human but she pushed through it to nod. “I thank you very much for such kindness, I just can’t keep stealing shirts from Mr. Grump any longer.”
Lilith moved to fasten her robe even tighter, she didn’t want to give the pure girl an eye full. Even though she was tempted, just to see her reaction. Her hand reached her head to smooth her morning hair- which infuriatingly still looked fabulous, even disheveled. “You came at a right time, angel. I just cleaned up my house, usually it’s not this neat and tidy ‘cause I tend to be rather lazy.” She said to the human before chuckling at her statement. “Mr. Grump? And don’t worry about it, us girls have to stick together, right?” The succubus gave a wink before starting to walk towards her room. “Follow me, love.”
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