Heaven on Earth
Heaven on Earth
“Lily?” Zelda Spellman didn’t dare breathe or hope that Lilith was as lucid as she appeared to be.
Wincing as she moved, Lilith slowly pushed herself to a sitting position and swung her legs off the bed and onto the floor. Sitting beside Zelda, the Mother of Demons pressed her palms into her thighs as her body began to shake. One hand lifted to her mouth in horror as her eyes filled with tears and suddenly, her body was sliding off of the bed and onto the floor. Twisting as she landed, she threw her arms around Zelda’s waist and her head in the witch’s lap as she began to sob, “Oh Zelda….I remember everything. Oh Satan no….no no no.”
Zelda felt her own eyes moisten both with gratitude to have her lover back and with grief at what Lilith was about to experience. Bowing over the witch in her lap, she relished in the feeling of being able to press a kiss to her head, smooth the hair from her face, hold her. She wanted to be closer so she pushed and shoved in order to meet Lilith on the floor, wrapping her arms viciously around the sobbing witch, and holding her tight as if she were about to disappear. Her own quiet tears wetting the dark hair beneath her as she felt Lilith squeeze her tightly.
“Zelds….” Lilith’s voice cracked into an anguished moan and she pulled back to look Zelda in the eye. “...can you ever forgive me? Ohhhh….how could you ever forgive me??” Lilith fell back onto Zelda, sobs racked her slight frame violently as she became overwhelmed with the severity of the events that had occurred over the last few weeks.
“Hush Lilith, you never intended to cause any harm.” Zelda purred tenderly, petting the witch in her lap and letting the grief wash over her, thankful to have Lilith back. “Come with me…”
Helping Lilith to her feet, Zelda took her lover’s hand and led her into the bathroom. Turning the taps to release water into the bathtub, the redheaded witch sprinkled dried lavender, bergamot essential oil, and some epsom salts into the water. A snap of her fingers extinguished the lights and lit the candles around the room, their flames illuminating the space around the bath as they levitated into the air above the witches. Turning to Lilith, Zelda gently began to pull the singed and melted black velvet from her skin, realizing the depths of her injuries and using magic as well as force to pull fabric from flesh. Tears snuck quietly from beneath Lilith’s closed eyes, traveling down her cheeks and trembling at her chin where Zelda softly kissed them away. The touch of the High Priestess’ lips against her face made Lilith tremble, such a juxtaposition of softness compared to the Dark Lord’s violence.
Bit by bit, Zelda removed Lilith’s dress, wincing at the scars and raw flesh the fire in the clearing at left behind. She hadn’t realized she was crying until Lilith reached out and wiped at her tears, “Don’t worry my darling, the scars will heal quickly. Pain is temporary.”
Zelda bit her tongue until she tasted blood. She wanted to cry and scream about how unfair Lucifer’s treatment of Lilith has been over millennia, she wanted to rage on about revenge and retribution, she wanted to burn Hell to the ground and wreak havoc on any and all souls who have caused her love harm. But right now, it was more important to focus on healing and gaining strength, Lilith’s road to recovery was nowhere near complete and she would need Zelda’s strength. The High Priestess also had to come to terms with her own trauma and vulnerability, seeking to heal herself before she could be an effective weapon in the fight against the Dark Lord. Now was a time for rest and restoration.
The Mother of Demons stepped out of what was left of her gown and into the bathtub, sinking into its depths, as Zelda stirred the water with her fingers and murmured a spell of protection; “Aegir of the rolling sea, keep your watchful eyes on she. Protect her with your precious salt, and keep her far from harm and fault.”
Lilith marveled at the way Zelda loved her. Her memories were still clouded in thick fog but they were present, like watching a film through a windshield during a thunderstorm. This witch had told her she loved her and Lilith hadn’t been able to respond the same and yet, she was being cared for, catered to, saved multiple times. Long ago she told the Dark Lord she was not worthy of his love but that, she was beginning to realize, was nothing like love - that was ownership and possession. Here was a witch who wanted nothing more than to support Lilith’s true self and take only what was freely given to her. In the many millennia in which Lilith had survived, never had she been loved like this. It was as unfamiliar as an unmarked road in the dark and yet all she wanted to do was travel down it.
“Come in here with me?” Lilith reached out to caress Zelda’s face softly.
Zelda allowed a devilish smile to dance across her lips as she stood and unzipped her dress, happy to rid herself of the River Styx-soaked fabric, wiggling her hips as she shimmied out of her under garments and walked out of her heels. She was about to take off her strings of pearls when Lilith raised her hand, stopping her; “Let me look at you.”
Letting out a soft gasp at Lilith’s request, Zelda’s hands fell lightly to her sides, goosebumps trailing along her flesh in the wake of her lover’s gaze. The candlelight shimmering across her alabaster skin lit her up like a goddess effigy. Tilting her head slightly, she smiled and reached up to run her fingers slowly across her pearls, then down between her breasts, pausing to tease a nipple with the pad of her thumb. Even as she was being told what to do, Zelda was clearly in control of herself. She dragged her other hand up her body, digging her nails in slightly to leave thin scratch marks behind, sliding up to cup her breast, then moving to her mouth where she sucked on her finger.
Lilith raised an amused eyebrow and motioned with a spinning finger, “Turn around.”
With a cheeky grin, Zelda spun slowly, her hands falling down to caress her swaying hips and sweep under the curve of her ass. Lilith purred softly, satisfied with her visual feast, biting her lip as she leaned back into the water. The redheaded witch swung around to face her Queen once more, moving to sit on the side of the tub with crossed legs and a saucy smirk, “Like what you see?”
Chuckling softly, Lilith’s hand fell to Zelda’s knee and slowly she pushed the redhead’s legs apart, purring; “Of course I do.” Sitting up in the bath, the dark haired demoness slid her hand up Zelda’s thigh, forcing them further apart with a sly smile.
Parting her thighs, Zelda reached behind her to grasp the edge of the bathtub and steady herself, her head fell back and her eyes closed as she tilted her hips towards Lilith wantonly. Leaning further forward, Lilith’s hand explored between those parted thighs, her fingers stroking at their apex. Watching as Zelda’s chest heaved and her shoulders shook, Lilith’s fingers dove in and she smiled at the guttural moan that escaped from her redheaded lover. Just as Zelda’s breath began to quicked, Lilith pulled back and watched with amusement as her High Priestess’s head snapped up and she glared.
“That’s….not…..nice…..Lily!” Zelda gasped, swinging her legs around into the bathtub, about to sink into the water but Lilith moved quickly, grabbing her hips and holding her steady on the edge.
“Now, who would I be if I were...nice?” She growled as she slid around in the tub and knelt between Zelda’s thighs, nibbling a path from ivory inner thigh to the space her fingers just left.
“Ohhhh….” Zelda bit down on her lip as her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she gripped the edge of the tub fiercely. A clear reminder of the demon within, Lilith’s tongue had Zelda squirming and writhing, her feet kicking water onto the bathroom floor as she ground her hips downwards.
As Zelda’s body began to quake, Lilith pulled back with a vicious grin, “Beg, witch.”
The High Priestess slammed her thighs together with a growl of frustration, her green eyes blazing as she grabbed the back of Lilith’s head, sinking her hand into the dark hair and pulling the demoness up out of the water to her mouth. Kissing her deeply, sliding her tongue along that torturous tool in Lilith’s mouth, she pulled back slightly to whimper against her Queen’s mouth; “Please, my Queen, may I…?”
Lilith’s brilliant blues shone with satisfaction, “Yes, my pet, you may.” As Zelda opened her legs, the Queen of Hell lowered herself between them and finished what she started, groaning with pleasure as she felt her lover’s release and heard her cry out.
Mewling and gasping, Zelda sank into the bathtub with a half-lidded gaze, opening her arms to indicate she wanted Lilith in her embrace. With a grin, Lilith leaned forward to nibble on Zelda’s jawbone playfully, then sank into the redhead’s embrace, snuggling close. The candles blazed brightly, dancing around them as the witches held each other - in that moment nothing mattered - the past, present, and the future were all on pause while they appreciated this long awaited moment together.
After some time, Lilith shivered, “The water’s gone cold.”
“Mmm...let me help you with that.” Zelda gently shoved her Queen to the other side of the bath, moving on top of her and reaching up to grasp a floating candle above them with a wicked glint in her eye.
Holding Lilith’s blue-eyed gaze with her own emeralds, she tipped the candle and dripped wax onto her lover’s shoulder. Shifting, she slid her knee between Lilith’s thighs and pushed upwards, the water parting to offer the Dawn of Doom’s chest to Zelda’s sinful pleasures. More wax dripped from above, slow drip...drops… landing on her collarbone, the swell of her breast, and a pert nipple. Lilith groaned and tipped her head back, wiggling on Zelda’s knee as she arched her back and offered more of her flesh. With a purred grin, her eyes shimmering, Zelda’s hand waved in the air and pulled nine levitating candles above them, adding the one in her hand to make ten. As gracefully as a conductor guiding an orchestra, Zelda raised both hands and moved them in the air, the candles taking turns to dip and twist, the drops of wax building up in speed as they landed their burning kiss to Lilith’s flesh.
“...you’re not being very...nice...either, pet.” Lilith growled, meeting the High Priestess’ gaze as she ground down on her knee, riding it to her own selfish delight. Zelda pressed her knee firmly against Lilith’s center as her hands waved and danced in the air, commanding the candles to do her wicked bidding. The Queen of Hell’s head snapping back as her growl deepened and released in a roar, dramatically extinguishing the candles above them.
Zelda’s hands floated down to trace the wax dotted along Lilith’s chest with a cheeky grin and when Lilith tried to sit up, she shoved her back and flung her arm out, her athame flying into her hand; “Please….this is the best part.” Relaxing back into the bath, Lilith watched as Zelda rose above her, and allowed her to sink her left hand into the hair at the nape of her neck, holding her tightly and whispering, “You need to keep very still.”
Closing her eyes, Lilith felt the cool tip of the blade drag down her cheekbone and nick at her jaw which was immediately remedied by Zelda’s tongue lapping at tiny pinprick of blood and gnawing gently at her jaw bone. The athame was then guided down her neck, followed by the High Priestess’ kisses, pausing at her collarbone where the wax began. Tightening her fist in Lilith’s hair, smiling as the demoness growl-purred, Zelda pressed the flat of the blade against flesh and dragged it downwards, pulling wax from skin. Lilith squirmed as the sensation of wax pulling at her skin was somewhat uncomfortable but the warmth that spread behind it was a welcome delight. Zelda watched as Lilith’s skin reddened and she toyed with the tip of the blade, digging in somewhat and watching her lover’s face for any indication that she might protest.
The demoness purred and arched her back towards the knife blade, “Hurt me, High Priestess.” Consent given - begged for - Zelda put pressure on the blade and sliced a line across Lilith’s breast, then paused and waited. “...more….please.” Lilith had always enjoyed pain with her pleasure but it had never been given with her consent and she was relishing in being in control even as she was beneath the blade. As the first line began to bead with blood, Zelda sliced another longer line, dipping forward to press a tender kiss to Lilith’s neck as she waited for…..
”More please….” Lilith moaned breathlessly.
“Only one more, my Queen.” She finalized her drawing with one last line exactly like the first then leaned back to look at her work, a small ‘Z’ carved into the skin directly above Lilith’s heart. Then Zelda cut along the feeding scar on the bottom of her thumb from Lilith’s lamia, Daeianeria, and let three drops of blood fall onto the wound. “And now….you belong to me.”
Slowly Lilith opened her eyes and looked down at her brand, arching a brow, “Zelda Spellman, did you just perform blood magic and a binding spell on me?”
“Not a binding spell, no. Never again will you be bound to another without your consent - certainly not to me. The brand will disappear if that is what you want. I only want you here if you want to be here and until you want to be here. Be that for now or forever.” Zelda shocked herself with her candor but she realized she would never be able to lead the life she wanted if she wasn’t vulnerable.
The Dawn of Doom, Mother of Demons, true Ruler of Hell, and First Woman looked at this beautiful, strong, fiercely protective, and intelligent witch offering of herself. A witch who had suffered Hell multiple times for her, who had cared for her even when she was being abused by her, who fed for her demon spawn with her own blood, who believed ferociously in Lilith’s worth, and who valued Lilith just as she was. Lilith reached up and touched the ‘Z’ on her breast in awe at the purity of Zelda’s love. Then she felt it - love - this is what it is supposed to feel like and her whole body glowed as warmth flooded it.
Reaching forward, she took Zelda’s hand and fell into the depths of those emerald eyes, feeling the sentiment pour out of her, less a question and more a breathless command; “Marry me.”