Lilith and The Walking Glass

The legend of the vampire is almost universal wherever civilization
has advanced enough to produce its own lore with regards the creatures
that prowl the dark and imperil human life. Common among the forms and
incarnations of the vampire is a constant hunger for human blood... and
an insatiable appetite for carnal pleasures.

Ancient Venetian legend tells tales of night demons that resemble human
beings of exceptional beauty and grace who seduce otherwise chaste men
and women to steal their life force. The male demons are called the
'incubo', or 'incubus'. The female demon is 'succubo', or 'succubus'.

And what is it that one expects when two healthy succubi live together
in the same dark, dank castle in a remote, stormy area of a vaguely
European nation? Why, lots and lots of kinky, supernatural lesbian
sex, of course.

Now, normally, this would be precisely what little Lilith Aensland
would be engaging in on an ordinary day in Castle Aensland, but today
was not an ordinary day in Castle Aensland. Lilith's living companion,
the powerful and much older entity known as Morrigan Aensland, was
absent from the premises on that particular day, leaving her sister-
double alone in the palace.

Which created something of a problem for the almost constantly horny
young succubus.

As might be expected, Lilith was quite capable of entertaining herself
to some extent, and for a while, she was perfectly comfortable staying
home by herself. However, masturbating can only get one so far, and a
succubus tires easily of routine, so Lilith began to try variations to
her technique, or the employment of tools both conventional and... not.

The avenues for novelty in this direction thinned out much sooner than
Lilith would have liked as well, and she began to eye the nearby town
as a source of suitable playmates. Ordinary mortals do not last very
long under the untiring attentions of a succubus, though, and at any
rate, Lilith had a tendency to consume their souls afterwards, and so
the lonely succubus tired of the game after her third or fourth trip
back and forth from the town. Having to go fetch her own toys was
tedious, and wasn't especially gratifying if no one came willingly.

Besides, the villagefolk were getting suspicious.

No, Lilith had run out of options, and she was still ruttish. It was
time to be a little more creative, Lilith decided, and so she sat for a
time pondering ways to amuse herself that wouldn't grow old so soon.

And then, struck by a sudden flash of inspiration, the young succubus
made a decision to visit a very special room.

Giggling to herself girlishly, and already shivering in anticipation,
Lilith made her way down the corridor towards Morrigan's private stash.

-={o}=-

Pure Evil Productions Presents...

"Lilith Aensland and The Walking Glass"

by: MtB
or simply, Mads

A Vampire Chronicles lemon
hosted by the fruity, chewy Racewing Productions
http://racewing.anifics.com

Started: 01/03/04
Completed: 01/04/04

Disclaimers: This tale will most assuredly contain content of a quite
decidedly sexual nature, both implied and applied. Thus, this piece
of literature is among those deemed unfit for the consumption of human
beings under the physical or mental age of eighteen years, may be
considered contraband or subversive material in certain states, and
have had a documented history of deeply disturbing little old ladies.

The author is not responsible for any mental, financial, physical, or
psychological damage those who read on from here may incur.

The author does not own Vampire Chronicles, nor does he have any sort
of permission to use any of its characters, or references thereof.
However, as fully 99.9% of other fanfiction authors are getting away
with using characters that aren't theirs, the author supposes that he
can do it as well without running serious risk of legal retribution.

And now for a grand experiment...

Heaven or Hell? Let's rock.

-={o}=-

Lilith's heels tapped lightly on the worn stone floor of the castle,
the small noises echoing halfheartedly about the walls as she made her
merry way down deeper into her ancient home. The torches lining the
halls showed nary a flicker at her passing.

"There's nothing in there, just a lot of useless trash."

The young vampire recalled the first time Morrigan had shown her the
small, decrepit room tucked away at the end of the castle dungeons.
Lilith almost never visited the dungeons, as she didn't much share in
her sister-double's liking for sado-masochistic play, but she had
always been curious as to what lurked within the enigmatic door at the
very end of the line of cells in the prison.

"You'd do well to leave that room alone, dearest. Not even *I* am too
sure about everything that's inside it. It may not be... safe."

Morrigan had laughed after she said that, right before she'd born down
on the younger Aensland, caressing her lithe body with a hand, and then
kissing her playfully on the navel.

Lilith smiled fondly at the memory.

The young girl reached the dungeons, and at once remembered why she
disliked the place so much-- everything was just so cold and clammy,
hard and unyielding. She just couldn't understand Morrigan's appetites
when she herself so preferred softness and warmth.

Lilith drifted across the chamber, ignoring the empty cells on both
sides of her. When she arrived at the end, she took pause to regard
the large, reinforced wooden door that stood before her.

Lilith knew it wasn't locked-- no one who tried to rob the Aensland
household would ever live to get this far inside. And besides, she
knew that whatever the room contained was of no real consequence. What
Morrigan had meant by 'trash' was actually the accumulated hoard of
various gifts given to her by suitors, both human and supernatural.
What Morrigan liked and didn't tire of yet, she kept. The rest she
discarded here, and over the years, the pile had become rather large.

Or so Lilith thought.

When Lilith opened the door, she was somewhat taken aback to find only
two items lying inside-- a large, clean gold-framed mirror leaning
against the far wall, and its exact twin sitting beside it.

Lilith pouted dissapointedly. Not only were they just mirrors, but
they were two of the exact same kind, as if the way they just stood
there, side by side in an otherwise empty room, was a statement in
redundancy by some eccentric artist.

Thoroughly discomfited, Lilith turned to leave, pulling the door shut
behind her... until she paused at a realization.

Not everything that Morrigan had received over the years were as normal
as these two mirrors appeared to be. It often took more than ordinary
offerings to catch the interest of an ancient, powerful succubus, and
so Morrigan had been given magical objects the likes of which included
a monocle that could uncover illusions, a ring that would allow one to
see into the memories of another, and a dragon egg encased in crystal.

Enervated by new hope, Lilith grinned happily and skipped inside, over
to where the mirrors lay. She lifted one up and appraised it with her
inexperienced eyes. It was probably one of Morrigan's newer gifts-- it
wasn't even dusty yet. It was also very light, Lilith found. She was
a vampire, and had the extraordinary strength of her race, but she
could have lifted the full-length mirror without difficulty had she
been an ordinary young woman.

She turned it over a few times, trying to determine whether it was of
enchanted or mundane make. There didn't appear to be any script or
engraved runes anywhere on it, archaic or otherwise. The mirror's only
strength seemed to be the fact that its frame appeared to be made of
pure gold... except that gold was heavy. Lilith puzzled over the item
for a time, a cute little line appearing between her eyebrows as she
frowned in concentration.

Momentarily, she decided to bring one of the mirrors up to her room and
pore over it there. If it didn't turn out to be a work of sorcery
after all, then Lilith needed a new mirror that matched her bedchamber.

At the very least, Lilith thought resignedly to herself, the entire
adventure had killed her a couple of hours.

-={o}=-

Lilith had all but given up on finding anything even remotely magical,
or even remarkable about the mirror, when she sat down on her bed to
simply gaze at the object, reflecting on its craftsmanship. It was a
rather beautiful piece of furniture, really, if nothing else.

For the first time since nabbing the thing, Lilith noticed that the
golden frame was worked with a recurring theme-- the frame was simply
a pattern of interlaced feet. But it wasn't all feet, not exactly.
There were paws as well, and what were unmistakably wings, from the
familiar, filmy bat wings, to feathery bird wings, and even some large,
leathery wings that presumably belonged to dragons or the sort.

To Lilith's fascination, the design went even further, and embedded in
the frame's pattern were tentacles, insect wings, fins, and flippers.
But mostly it was feet-- lots and lots of feet, paws, legs, and other
disembodied limbs intended for one common utility; locomotion.

How curious, Lilith thought, and she spent some of her time wondering
at such a bizarre concept for a mirror's edgework.

Finally, she directed her gaze towards the mirror's flawless surface
and began to admire her reflection on it.

She was a lovely creature, if she did say so herself.

Lilith was the embodiment of Morrigan's excess power, and was, thus,
essentially Morrigan herself, except less powerful. But beyond this
uncertain definition, Lilith was as different from Morrigan as night
was from day, if only in appearance. While the older succubus had
long, light green hair, green eyes, and pale, creamy skin, Lilith
herself had short, bright pinkish purple hair, striking red eyes, and
vibrant, peach-colored flesh. Morrigan was elegant in face, but Lilith
was more impish, with a wide, generous mouth, naturally pink lips,
large eyes, and an adorable button nose.

That was not all. Morrigan prided herself in being an exceptionally
voluptuous and shapely woman, but Lilith's unformed body had something
that the older vampire's did not have-- the allure of innocence.

Lilith possessed the budding body of a young girl still in the process
of growing, and had no extravagant curves, but the soft, gentle lines
of a human adolescent. Her slim hips were almost boyish; her breasts
barely protruded from her chest, and were practically nonexistent. The
succubus's body was tight, svelte, like a cat's, and the irresistible
charm of youth radiated from her taut flesh seductively.

Wistfully running a finger along the line of her bare shoulder, Lilith
wondered, not for the first time, what it would be like to make love to
herself.

True, the succubus had had her share of nubile young girls in the past,
but of course, none of the mortals she had bedded could ever hope to
match her unearthly beauty, much less duplicate it entirely.

No, Lilith was unique, and for that she was both grateful and sad.

Absently, Lilith leaned over towards the mirror to give herself a kiss.

... and promptly found herself back inside Morrigan's gift chamber.

Bewildered and a little disoriented, the startled succubus whirled her
head about in confusion, the red bat wings on either side of her head
flapping about madly. She was definitely in the room at the end of the
dungeons... but how-!?

Calming down a little, Lilith noticed that she was looking at the room
from a strange angle. She looked down at herself and gasped when she
discovered that her head and neck appeared to be emerging from the
smooth surface of a mirror-- the twin of the one she had taken to her
room.

Unnerved now, Lilith jerked herself backwards and toppled over, falling
on her bottom on her bedroom's stone floor. She stared at the mirror,
and in it was a young succubus staring back with large, childlike eyes.

Lilith swallowed nervously, and her reflection did the same. Before,
Lilith had been careful not to touch the mirror's silvery face, for
fear of ruining it, but now it appeared that things were not as they
seemed. She moved closer and tentatively reached out to touch the
mirror's surface with an outstretched hand.

To her amazement, Lilith found that her hand did not encounter hard
glass, as she had expected. Her fingers pushed through, into the
mirror, and since the mirror still reflected her, as a mirror should,
the effect was a little disconcerting-- it was as if her hand was
vanishing into itself.

Drawing a deep, excited breath, Lilith stepped even closer and bravely
plunged her head into the mirror once again.

This time, she squealed delightedly when she saw that she was looking
into the gift chamber again, having already rightly guessed what the
mirror was for-- it was some sort of magical transport, with either
mirror being openings to portals that led out of each other.

Chirruping gaily, Lilith hopped into the mirror, and it was like
stepping through a door-- she was now in the gift chamber again, but
without the bother of having to cross the dungeons, or the rest of the
castle, for that matter.

Grabbing the second mirror, Lilith bore it up and raced for her room
once again, a scheme forming in her mind, sending delicious tremours of
gooseflesh running through her beautiful flushed skin.

-={o}=-

Morrigan Aensland had first discarded the magical items known together
as the Walking Glass under the same bored assumption that they were
merely ordinary mirrors. And, as she had devoured the spirit of the
mage who gave them to her rather prematurely, before he could tell her
what they were for, Morrigan was none the wiser for almost a hundred
years. It was only recently, when she had taken it upon herself to
clear her gift chamber out, did she accidentally discover that the
mirrors could prove to be a rather valuable commodity after all.

Thus, they were all she left behind to keep when she departed from the
castle that day to dispose of the rest of her old gifts. She had been
thinking about saving the mirrors for making a quick route between her
castle and one of her favourite haunts. Which one, she hadn't decided
yet.

It had never occured to her that her little companion might find the
Walking Glass pair and dream up an altogether different use for them.

Lilith set the second mirror beside where the first stood, cocking
her head slightly to the side to regard them critically. Both were
exactly identical, and both stood straight upright when made to rest on
their foundations. They were actually slightly larger than average
full-length mirrors, and Lilith thought she could understand why.

At any rate, they were perfect for what she had in mind.

Again, she reached out to touch the mirror, but this time, she watched
the other mirror to see what would happen.

Lilith's breath caught in her throat when she saw her fingers emerge
from the surface of the second mirror on the opposite side of where
she was touching the first. Of course, she had deduced that that was
precisely what was going to happen, but to actually *see* it was...
*exhilirating*.

Biting down on her lower lip in childish delight, Lilith let her whole
hand inside the mirror and waggled her fingers. The hand coming out of
the other mirror waggled its fingers as well.

Perfect! Brilliant! But Lilith didn't bring the mirror upstairs for
playing children's games.

Again, she squared her shoulders, and gingerly began to lean over into
the mirror's surface. She felt nothing when her face encountered the
mirror, it was like swimming through air, but abruptly, the view she
was looking at had changed. She was looking into her bedchamber now,
and when she turned her head, sure enough, she could see the rest of
her body bent over into the mirror beside her, visible only from the
neck down.

"This is just too odd," Lilith breathed to herself aloud.

She pushed herself a little more of the way in, until her entire upper
torso was emerging from the mirror. Now she could see her lower body,
butt sticking out of the first mirror. Smiling curiously, Lilith leaned
over and touched herself on the thigh.

She giggled when she felt her own finger touch her skin, and she
grinned evilly as she stepped completely into the mirror to reemerge
from the other one once again.

Splendid.

-={o}=-

There really is no limit to the imagination of a young, bored and horny
succubus with no inhibitions whatsoever.

The mirrors stood facing each other.

Lilith stepped into the space separating them and looked over the whole
arrangement seriously. Satisfied that everything was in order, the
young demon licked her lips, ran a hand through her short pink hair,
and bent over to begin.

First, she sank to her knees in front of one mirror, staring at her own
reflection fixedly as she did so. Settling herself comfortably on the
smooth, polished marble floor, Lilith edged herself forward on her
hands and into the Walking Glass.

When she emerged from the other Walking Glass, she looked down at her
own backside, just as she had intended when she made the two magical
mirrors face each other. Basically, anything she put in the mirror she
faced would end up *behind* her. Mere words will never fully describe
the entirety of the physical distortions involved.

Suffice it to say, Lilith was now effectively staring at her own ass,
and she found it very much to her liking. Her buttocks were lean and
firm, but also endearingly roundish and supple. She reached for them
with a hand and cupped one shapely buttock, giggling to herself again
when she felt it happen from behind.

Weird.

Slowly, she rubbed at her own flesh, running a hand up her hip and
side, and then back down to her butt, feeling herself up in a totally
new, untested manner.

Lilith purred with pleasure, and not just because she felt good to
herself under her hands-- she could also *feel* herself feeling herself
up from behind, and it was a thrill unlike any other she had ever
experienced. Eagerly, she reached both hands up towards what she saw
of her back and pulled down on the skimpy skintight bodysuit she wore
on herself. Again, she laughed when she felt herself undress herself
from behind.

Lilith stripped herself lovingly, surveying her body anew from an
entirely different perspective. She let her clothes bunch up where her
legs were bent, and she turned her attention to her naked lower body
she had before her.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Lilith lunged forward and wrapped
her arms around the waist presented before her, and she ran her tongue
up the exposed back, up along the spine.

It was... *strange*.

Lilith was licking, and she could feel her own tongue on her own back,
despite how impossible it might have seemed. Thanks to the Walking
Glass, she was now cupping her own diminutive breasts from behind, and
she tickled her sensitive nipples to hardness with expert strokes of
her gentle fingers. Already, the succubus could feel her excitement
build in warm, beady drops at the core of her womanhood.

Lilith sighed to herself and began to rub herself along her own body,
caressing and fondling, experiencing herself in a whole new way. She
knew perfectly how soft and delightful her own body was, but this way,
with the Walking Glass, it was like touching someone else, and yet
being touched at the same time.

Lilith shuddered, and she felt it as she moved her hands lower down to
stroke sensuously at her slightly spread thighs. Her kisses trailed
down lower as well, until she was kissing the small of her own back,
sending erotic shivers up her spine.

The young succubus breathed on herself, her warm breath on her flesh
tickling her in wonderful ways, and she took a long, wet taste of the
gleaming flesh of her own bottom cheek.

Beginning to breathe heavily, erratically, Lilith took a hand from her
thigh and ran it down her chest normally, running it down until her
fingers were sliding into the smooth, hairless mound of her crotch.

Lilith jerked rapturously at the touch, and she began to moan slightly
as she ran her tongue about her ass, moving closer and closer to the
humid cleft at its lower center.

With clouded eyes, she saw her hand there, and she manipulated her
fingers to spread herself open to herself. The succubus stared in
fascination at her own delicate pink parts, and noted with a thrill how
slick and wet she had already made herself.

Hungrily, she moved her face lower and stuck her tongue inside her own
dripping vagina.

Lilith tried to yelp in delight, but her mouth was clamped onto her own
pussy, and so the young girl only managed a muffled mewl. Her eyes had
scrunched closed, however, and she began to whimper blissfully as she
started to use her tongue on herself, licking, moving it about inside
herself, working herself to a heated frenzy.

Instinctively, her hips began to buck and grind themselves into her own
face, and the hand that had been spreading her lower lips apart were
now actively participating and rubbing at Lilith's swollen clitoris in
a delicious circular motion as the succubus ate herself. Her other
hand was on the floor, supporting Lilith's weight as she dove into
herself with gusto.

It was like nothing else she had ever done before-- Lilith found to her
infinite relish that she could now lick and taste herself in the exact
ways she wanted, reach herself in places in her pussy that only she
knew how to reach. It was... mind-numbing.

She opened her eyes slightly, and her reflection looked back at her--
Lilith could actually watch herself as she licked her own pussy, face
bathed with her own secretions. She groaned with increased arousal,
and lashed her tongue about even more frantically, more urgently. Her
fingers pressed even harder on her nub and rubbed faster.

It was just too much-- Lilith wouldn't last very much longer. She
panted heavily, and her hips bucked and gyrated into her mouth as she
drove herself to greater and greater heights of ecstasy. Her soft
whimpers grew in volume and frequency, and soon, Lilith was driving her
tongue into herself wildly, feeling her own oral digit shoot up inside
her again, and again, and again, parting her tight opening, thrusting
and thrusting, then she slipped a finger inside herself, shoved it in,
and--!!

Lilith screamed with abandon as she orgasmed, and though her mouth and
tongue had left her quivering mound, she had a finger inside herself,
and then two, and she jerked them in and out rapidly, maximizing her
moment of climax, riding out a staccato series of orgasmic bursts,
feeling her vaginal walls squeeze spasmodically at her captured
fingers, feeling her fingers squeezed by her tightness. Her screams
shifted in pitch and volume in time to her pleasures.

She slumped onto the floor on her side, giddy, and she licked the tart
wetness from her face languidly. After a few moments of lying lazily,
she turned her eyes up and espied her still nude bottom facing her.

Lilith smiled softly and reached up to slip two fingers into herself
from where she lay. From below her, she could feel the rigid digits
enter her up to the last knuckle and begin to pump in and out of her
rhythmically.

The young succubus purred.

This was going to be one of her best days ever, she could tell.

-={o}=-

Author's Excuses:

Yes, yes, I have heard it all before-- I am both sick and brilliant.
What can I say? ^_^

This idea owes its origins to a rather idle reflection as to how
strange and/or depraved certain scenarios in doujinshi, or fan-made
comics, could become. Most particularly, what came to mind was Eros
Comics' Deep Secret stroyline. Here, in one issue, we find a young man
with unusually large and long masculine equipment made to curve forward
and suck his own... yes, my mind hemorrhaged as well.

But out of this torture came a derivative idea: how could you apply the
same thing to a female of the species? The answer, barring yoga-like
contortions of the human body, was, of course, in the supernatural, and
I came up with this freaky portal thing.

The idea was screwy and yet strangely tantalizing, so I became curious
as to whether or not a doujin had used it yet. Most probably the idea
already had been used, but since I haven't encountered it yet, nor have
any idea where to start looking, I decided to try the concept out in a
piece of fiction for the amusement of myself and others. Well, here
you go.

Lilith Aensland became a natural choice for the subject matter, seeing
as she is quite decidedly succubus, and quite decidedly open to most
anything. Also, she is from the Darkstalkers universe, a world rife
with the supernatural anyway, and so it wouldn't be hard slipping in
yet another magical item in the mix.

It does my heart good to finally write a lemon starring the lissom
young demon-- she is easily my favorite character in the entire Vampire
Savior/Darkstalkers line, with Bulleta coming a close second. She
calls out to the lolicon inside all of us. Well, inside me. ^_^

I was going to write in a small fight scene involving Lilith and the
'Guardian of the Chambers' as it were, but then... I got lazy. ^_^;

This story is part of what will hopefully be a long line of pieces in
justification of Racewing's giving me a Dreamcast and introducing me to
Vampire Savior in the first place, as well as a whole slew of other
games and female characters. Booyah.

I'd like to hear anything you might want to say about this, whether
good or bad-- I'm a feedback addict, and the smallest 'Hi, I read your
story!' will do wonders towards improving my day. Seriously.

thedemon@atenista.net
madsthebeast@yahoo.com
madsthehatchling@yahoo.com

I hope you all enjoyed this little romp as much as I have. Hehehe.
Thanks for your time, and until next time, this is Lemonranger Orange.

Racewing, Lurker, thank you for your wonderful, WONDERFUL prereading
services. If it weren't yfor you two, why, why... I'd... I'd go look
for someone else. =p

Mads, the Insufferable Beast, signing off. Godspeed.

-MtB; Lilith Aensland and The Walking Glass, 01/03/04-01/04/04

-={o}=-

Morrigan found her sitting in the dining chamber, a bowl of cherries
before her on the long dinner table.

"Were you down in my dungeons today?" Morrigan demanded of the younger
succubus.

"No, I haven't-- you know I hate that place," Lilith answered, popping
a cherry in her mouth and chewing slowly. "Why do you ask?"

Morrigan's eyebrow twitched. "Something of mine seems to be missing."
She regarded Lilith with open suspicion, a trace of sarcasm creeping
into her voice. "You don't happen to know who took it, and where it
is, would you?"

Lilith blinked at the green-haired demon with perfect innocence. "I
don't even know what you lost," she said sweetly, placing a cherry
delicately on her tongue. She chewed and swallowed. "And didn't you
say yourself that there was nothing down there but trash?"

Morrigan made a sour face at the reminder but said nothing. She eyed
the other girl with distrust for a moment before sighing deeply,
shaking her head, and dismissing the matter from her mind for the
moment.

"Oh, nevermind," she said. She folded her arms and looked at Lilith
curiously. "What have you been doing all day anyway?"

Lilith couldn't suppress a small, self-satisfied smile.

"Eating," she said, popping another cherry in her mouth.

-={o}=-