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Rain fell softly from the grey sky to the ground outside the Spellman mortuary. Zelda had been the first one in the household to awaken; hoping she could enjoy some solitude before the rest of the family burst into the kitchen.
Settling her espresso cup back onto the plate, she toyed with the black lace trim of her nightgown. As her fingers grazed against her shoulders, she couldn't help but picture Lilith behind her. She smiled at the thought of those fingertips dancing across her skin.
Her daydream was interrupted by Hilda, who was standing in the doorway; dressed for work at that ridiculous mortal coffee shop. She slowly picked up her previously abandoned newspaper and silently raised it to her face. Closing her eyes with a smile, Liliths imaginary fingertips continued to graze her skin.
"Right then. I'm off to work.. " Hilda mumbled; understanding that that was her cue to leave.
Just as she was about to set her newspaper back down, Sabrina came bounding through, thankfully just grabbing a piece of fruit from a nearby bowl with a passing "Late for school!" And disappearing just as quickly as she had arrived.
Zelda softly sighed, and lit up a cigarette. As the satisfying wisps of smoke drifted through the air, her daydreams were interrupted by the doorbell. She put out her cigarette and got up in annoyance at whichever mortals had decided to show up uninvited and without an appointment.
'Mary Wardwell' had taken a sick day. After all, the silent call of one of her favorite witches could not be ignored, and pretending to care about the education of mortal children could. She could have easily appeared directly under the dry porch, instead she gleefully let a little rain catch her before she began to ascend the stairs towards the mortuary; enjoying the feel of smooth fabric that clung even tighter to her skin.
Zeldas annoyance turned to a soft blush as she opened the door to see Lilith standing there; slightly damp dress clinging tightly to her frame, as her wide blue eyes gazed at Zelda; a sly smile creeping across her face as the witch silently took the sight before her in.
"Shouldn't you be at school?"
Lilith sauntered in. "Mary Wardwell is terribly ill and couldn't make it in." She said with a delightful grin. "Besides, I couldn't leave the prayers of my favorite witch unanswered."
Zelda closed the door firmly. Lilith circled her, reaching out to gently stroke the soft lace of her nightgown, eliciting a soft sigh from the eldest Spellman as she was brought briefly back into her earlier musings.
"We should really get you out of those wet clothes." Zelda said softly as she trailed a finger down the sleeve of Liliths dress. Grasping the demoness by the hand, she began to lead her down the hallway.
Unexpectedly, Zelda found herself being shoved against the wall of the hallway so hard that a picture frame clattered down onto the floor. She shivered as Lilith pushed her body against her, the dampness from her dress seeping through the lace of her nightgown.
"Mmmm my dear, sweet Zelda." She hummed as she kissed her soft, warm neck, trailing down over her collar bone, and down her chest to the exposed valley of her breasts. Kneeling down, Lilith gently pushed the lace up higher on Zeldas thighs, and began to gently trail kisses along her inner thighs.
Her body gently arched against the wall as Liliths mouth made contact with a sensitive bit of inner thigh and a finger gently traced over the black lace of her underwear.
With a smile, Lilith stood up, eyes sparkling with sinister delight as she pressed her body against Zeldas, lips grazing her ear as she whispered, "Looks like I'm not the only one who needs to get out of their wet clothes."
She felt like a teenage witch again as the mother of demons lifted her body up with surprising strength and pinned her against the wall hard enough for yet another object to come crashing down.
As the second crash echoed through the household, Ambrose groggily began to make his way downstairs to see what all the commotion was about. Hearing, what sounded like a moan, he turned to see Zelda, pinned against the wall, eyes thankfully closed, nightgown hiked dangerously high with legs firmly locked around the hips of what looked similarly to Sabrina's teacher that was always coming around. Before either woman could catch sight of him he slowly retreated from the solved mystery.
Finally after numerous passionate stops and more objects crashing off of surfaces the pair made it to the sitting room where a fire was already ablaze in the fireplace. Lilith sensually walked over to the fireplace and stared deep into the flames. Before she knew it, she felt Zelda behind her, slowly pulling down the zipper of her dress. As the wet fabric fell to the floor, Lilith felt both the flames of the fire warm her from the front and Zeldas lips placing warm kisses on her back.
The demoness turned around and gently pushed Zelda back. The witch watched in awe as the fire framed form of Lilith crouched down, sliding a hand up each of her outer thighs. Locking eyes with Zelda she slowly began to lift the lace over thighs, up her torso. Pulling her body tightly against her she quietly whispered a command into her ear.
"Lift your arms."
Zelda did as she was told. And Lilith contentedly slid the nightgown over her head and tossed it aside.
"Much better." She purred, taking in the sight of Zeldas creamy white flesh. How she couldn't wait to sink her teeth in. Lilith began to circle her again. "Just one more thing."
Liliths hands slid over her shoulders as she began to kiss and nip the flesh of her neck. She trailed the kisses down her back, hooking a finger in each side of her panties and sliding them to the ground. "Much, much better." The demoness said with a ravenous look gleaming in her eyes.
Zelda took a seat on the couch and gingerly crossed her legs which Lilith hungrily forced open only seconds later. Holding her delicious thighs apart, the mother of demons lowered her head and began to slowly swirl her tongue around Zeldas sensitive clit, eliciting a moan that was music to her ears. With each motion of her tongue she could feel the witch slightly buck her hips. As Lilith sat upright on her knees she locked eyes with Zelda and slowly slid two fingers into her mouth.
Zelda had to remind herself to breathe as she watched Lilith slide her fingers sensually out of her mouth and lower them to the soft wet flesh between Zeldas legs.
Sliding two fingers slowly into Zelda, the demoness watched with attentive glee as Zeldas eyes fluttered closed, head resting back, as a soft moan escaped her. She could feel the witch attempt to pick up the pace as she rocked her hips faster. But to Zeldas frustration, Lilith seemed to slow down in response.
"If you'd like me to go faster all you have to do is ask."
"Faster."
Lilith could hear the mounting frustration in Zeldas voice.
"Oh for Satan's sake. Faster!" Zelda shouted.
Lilith grinned at the loud outburst, and just as Zelda was seemingly about to smack her with a pillow, the demoness effortlessly batted the arm holding the pillow away with her freehand and plunged her fingers deeply into Zelda and began to move in and out at a furious pace. Zelda dropped the pillow and dug her fingers into the couch as her body tried to keep up with Liliths pace.
She could feel her climax as the witch tightened around her fingers with a loud, throaty moan. Lilith slowed her pace, letting her ride out her orgasm.
"Don't stop." Zelda suddenly commanded with ragged breath.
Lilith slowly picked up the pace. Her lips pursed together in pleasure as she watched Zelda achieve her second orgasm with a breathy "Praise Satan!"
Suddenly she felt a hand firmly grip her wrist, pulling her hand away.
With a tug of her hair, Lilith found herself staring up at a flushed Zelda, a dark gleam in her eye.
"Get up." She ordered.
With a smirk, the demoness slowly rose to her feet. She watched as Zelda regained her composure on the couch.
Sliding forward she gripped a hand on each side of Liliths hips and pulled her towards her. Resting her head against the mother of demons, she said a silent prayer.
"What was that dear? You need to speak up."
Zelda raked her nails down Liliths trim thighs and looked up into her eyes.
"Praise the mother of demons for the delicious gift of release she has bestowed upon me."
Lilith softly stroked Zeldas cheek, "I can't tell you enough what a good little witch you are."
Very few people could get the head of the Spellman household to submit to them in any fashion for any period of time. She wasn't going to let go of her control just yet.
Zelda slid farther back on the couch as Lilith spread her legs, placing one on each side of the witch. She slowly lowered herself on to Zeldas lap. Leaning in she fiercely kissed those beautiful red lips, rocking her hips against Zelda as she did so.
She felt two hands reach around and grasp her rear, pulling her in. Lilith gasped with delight as nails dug into flesh. As she leaned forward, she felt Zeldas lips on her neck. With every bite of flesh her hips pushed harder. Lilith sat upright, taking in the pure desire that Zelda gazed at her with. The demoness began to caress her stolen flesh, she tugged at her nipples playfully, enjoying the hungry look she received as she did so.
Lilith grabbed one of Zeldas arms and placed the warm hand on her stomach. As Zelda slid her hand slowly upwards, the demoness pushed it down. Sitting up off of the witches lap, Zelda took the initiative and ran a few fingers across her warm, sensitive flesh before she firmly slid two fingers as deeply inside of her as she could.
"Ah, yessss my sweet Zelda. That's the spot." Lilith loudly moaned as she arched her back.
Zelda took in the sight before her. Eyes closed, mouth slightly open as the light of the flames danced across her. The pleasure she brought the demoness gave her great satisfaction.
"Harder." Lilith growled as she leaned forward, resting her hands on the back of the couch.
Despite the tricky position the couch currently gave them to work with, Zelda pushed her fingers in as forcefully as she could. In return Lilith used the back of the couch to steady herself as she pushed down to meet the steady rhythm of Zeldas fingers.
Every push of her fingers deep inside elicited a string of loud breathy cries as Lilith began to climax. With a scream that echoed through the mortuary, she came with a whole body shudder. As Zelda slowed her pace, Lilith leaned forward and deeply kissed her.
All was quiet in the mortuary hours later as Hilda and Sabrina arrived home at the same time. Seeing all of the objects scattered on the floor made Hilda freeze. "Zelda?!" She cried out. Receiving no response she called out for Zelda again.
"Um. Aunt Hilda...."
Hilda turned to see a shocked Sabrina pointing to the sitting room.
"Oh dear.. " Hilda quietly trailed off "Go upstairs love, I've got this."
"So this is what a sick day looks like for witches?" Sabrina grumbled as she turned to head upstairs.
Hilda tiptoed into the sitting room. She had never seen Zelda look so peaceful as she was laying there in Liliths arms. With a little smile Hilda grabbed a blanket and covered the two sleeping ladies. Zelda snuggled against Lilith who watched with one eye as Hilda disappeared back out of the room.
"Mary Wardwell should take sick days more often." She mused silently to herself.