Chapter 240 Permission.

Chapter 240: 240 Permission.

"So is this, Milesyyy. I assure you," she said, leaning in closer, her breath warm, hot, scented faintly of that tantalizing peppermint. "So very important..."

Oh fuck, I was going to lose this war of wills pretty fast with her hand doing that. Better speed things along.

"Do you... mm... know where he is?"

"Noooope~!" Lilith chirped, golden eyes sparkling like she’d just been asked the most fun riddle in the world.

She bounced a little on her knees, twin horns catching the low light as her long dark hair swayed. "Ehehe, Legion doesn’t really do one place, Milesyyy! He’s all over the place—his domain is down in the rings of Hell, but he spreads himself into the mortal realm through these little marks!

"Sigils, you know? Inscribed on the people who worship him. Once that mark’s on them, he can just slip inside and possess them! Inhabit their flesh for whatever nasty little scheme he’s cooking up. Super sneaky, right?"

Well shit. That explained Scarlet. And it might be a big problem. Having a mob of possessed humans beating down the gates would be bad, but little-known fact was that a lot of supers had severe ego issues.

You didn’t start jumping around the city in flashy tights unless you really wanted attention, and what a super enhanced with demonic powers might do was not something I wanted to see.

"Is there any cure? Can we just... I don’t know, throw them in a ring of salt or something?"

Lilith’s pout was pure theatrical tragedy. She pressed both hands to her cheeks and shook her head so hard her horns nearly clacked together. "Aww, nooo, Milesyyy! That won’t work at all! They have to renounce Legion himself—like, really mean it with every scrap of their soul. But once he’s slipped inside? It’s too late to save them.

"He burns through their flesh like... like a piece of cordwood! Whoosh!" She made a little exploding gesture with her fingers, then giggled at her own sound effect. "Ehehe, sorry, that was a bit grim, wasn’t it?"

"Shit," I muttered. "That could be a problem."

"They made their choice," Lilith said, but even her indifference was delivered with a bright little shrug and a soft bounce of her shoulders. "Still..."

"Yeah. But he’s going to use them to wage war on me."

Lilith froze mid-bounce. Her golden eyes narrowed, the playful spark dimming for half a second into something sharper. Then she puffed out her cheeks and let out an exaggerated huff. "Hmmph! That is true, isn’t it? Well we simply cannot have that, Milesyyy! Nope-nope-nope! Not on my watch!"

"What do you mean?"

She straightened, one dainty hand pressing theatrically to the soft swell of her crimson breast. A mischievous grin spread across her face, all teeth and glittering eyes. "Why, merely that I shall find a way to resolve this matter, Milesyyy! All that must be done is to summon the fool to the mortal realm. With the right ritual—oh, the right ritual—you can end his true form, destroying his essence utterly! Poof! Gone!"

"You can do that?" I said, instantly interested.

Lilith threw her head back and laughed, a bright, bubbling sound that made her crimson breasts quiver deliciously. "Oh Milesyyy! Surely you do not doubt me? Surely you do not! Ehehe~! It shall not be easy, of course. But I shall find a way, Milesyyy.

"I shall find a way. After all—" she cooed, sliding closer so her hand could stroke my naked chest in slow, loving circles, "—I can hardly let that intolerable little shit kill you, can I? Oh nooo! Not when we still have so much fun to have together. So very, very much fun!"

I couldn’t help but laugh, some of the tension wiped away by her sheer, sparkling assurance. "Glad to be worthy of your attention."

"Of course, Milesyyy! Of course! And now," she added with a playful little smirk that somehow managed to be both innocent and filthy at the same time, "if we are done with such wearying conversation... surely I deserve some reward for my information, right? Surely I must~!"

"Do you?" I said, fighting a grin. "Well, you have been quite helpful..."

"That I have, Milesyyy!" Lilith cooed, already sliding gracefully to her knees between my legs. Her clever fingers made short work of my fly, popping the button and easing the zipper down with practiced, almost reverent care. "That I have..."

I groaned as she drew forth my cock. I was absolutely rock hard—testament to Lilith’s skills and the way she’d been teasing me this entire time.

Her fingers glided up and down my shaft with all the mastery centuries of... well, whatever succubi did for practice... had granted her. Soft, warm, impossibly skilled. Her eyes grew lidded, but the sparkle never left them.

She aimed my cock toward her lips, opened her mouth, and let those soft, warm lips slide just over the head—then stopped.

"Mmm..." she hummed, tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum already gathering there. "Already so eager for me, Milesyyy? Ehehe~..."

She licked a long, slow stripe from base to tip, then swirled her tongue around the head in lazy, deliberate circles. Every so often she’d take just the first inch into her mouth, suck gently, then pull off with a soft pop and a giggle. My hips twitched. She noticed. Of course she noticed.

"Ah-ah-ah," she scolded lightly, one hand pressing firmly against my lower stomach to keep me still. "Not yet, Milesyyy. We’re going to take our time. I want to savor this."

She took me deeper this time—halfway, then two-thirds—then stopped again, humming around my shaft while her tongue did wicked little flutters along the underside. The vibration shot straight up my spine. I hissed through my teeth. Lilith’s golden eyes flicked up to meet mine, sparkling with pure mischievous delight.

"Mmm... you taste so good already," she murmured around my cock, the words muffled and filthy. She pulled off just enough to speak clearly, her breath hot against the wet skin. "But I can feel how close you are already. Your heartbeat’s all fluttery in here..." She gave the shaft a slow, squeezing stroke with her hand while her tongue traced the ridge of the head. "Want me to stop? Or keep going just like this... right up to the edge... and then stop again?"

"Lilith—"

"Ehehe~! That wasn’t a no!"

She swallowed me down again, this time taking me almost to the root. The tight, silken heat of her throat closed around the head. She held there, swallowing once, twice, the muscles fluttering, then slowly pulled back until only the tip remained between her lips. A thin strand of saliva connected us for a second before she licked it away. My thighs were trembling. She knew it. She loved it.

She started a rhythm—slow, deep, wet. Every few strokes she’d pause at the base, nose pressed to my skin, and swallow around me until my vision sparked. Then she’d ease off, lick the shaft clean, and start again. The wet sounds filled the room. Soft little moans vibrated through her throat every time she took me deep. Her free hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently, teasing the sensitive skin behind them with the pads of her fingers.

I was right there. Right on the fucking edge. My cock throbbed hard against her tongue. Lilith felt it and immediately slowed, pulling back until just the head rested on her tongue. She licked the slit, soft and maddening, while looking up at me with those big golden eyes.

"Mmm... so close already, Milesyyy? Your poor cock is twitching so hard... should I stop? Should I leave you like this?"

"Don’t you fucking dare—"

She giggled, the sound bright and wicked, and took me deep again. Once. Twice. Three times—each stroke slower than the last, dragging me right back to the brink and then denying me. My hands hovered near her horns, aching to grab them. She noticed that too.

"Go on," she whispered against the wet shaft, voice husky now. "If you want it so badly... take it."

That was all the permission I needed.