Lilith Patience
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She’s obviously new to Instagram, because she has no posts. Her bio reads I am the bad guy. And her profile photo is simply of her silver hair brushed over her slender, yet bare, shoulders, and her pouty lips. Her tits curve perfectly and the filter she used on it only intensifies the aesthetic. Yeah, she’s new to Instagram, but someone as interesting as Lilith is bound to rack up followers in no time, since she has the perfect platform with Midnight Mayhem.
A smirk crawls up the edges of my mouth as my thumb hits Follow.
Yeah, I can’t wait to see the kind of shit she’s going to start posting.
The lights dim and chatter lowers. This is the usual way Midnight Mayhem opens, only this will be the first time that we’ve had a different ringmistress, with Delila being the only one we have known since kids. I’ve heard about Lilith and what she specializes in. The Sorceress of Death. Hidden behind the guise of magic, she’d go through acts in between introducing a new scene, and hello… another man would drop. No one has really thought much about that. How fucked up is this girl to have the guts to take lives as easy as Maya takes hits off a bong. I’m guessing more fucked up than anyone knows. We’re not up until after the aerials, so I’m leaning against the main entrance pole, my arms crossed over my chest and my eyes solely on the center stage where a single light beams in the middle. My breathing becomes heavy as I wait, but the audience is silent. Tingles rush down my fingertips in anticipation. What is she going to do? Fuck. What if she does go all Kill Bill and starts slaughtering people on the stage. I mean, how well do we even know this chick…
Dead silence. The irony isn’t lost on me and I really fucking hope Perse drew it home to her that there will be no killing anyone in our audience. Fucking messed up Patience shit.
“A Girl Like You,” a recreation from who I’m guessing is MGK, starts playing, only slowed a little more.
“You as intrigued as I am what she’s going to do?” Eli says from somewhere behind me, but I don’t bother to look back at him, wanting to keep my eyes on the stage.
My lips part to answer, but then she appears and we both stop breathing. The coffin opens and she steps out with a single leg. Black coat with spikes down the backs of her legs, with a collar that reaches high behind her neck. A leather string wraps around her hips, showcasing her G-string, and the fact that her tits sit up to her chin with no bra only makes my fingers twitch to touch them. Fuck.
“Shit,” Eli whispers from beside me.
Her black top hat has a crown on top with horns that spike up slightly on the sides. The bucket of the hat shades half of her face, with nothing but her polished black lips smirking beneath the shadow. She’s clearly wearing a clown face, and one that’s a little too similar to fucking mine already. She moves to the song, flicking out a cane and dancing around it like the fucking Joker.
“Eli…” My eyes never move from his as the song continues to play like a trance, her body the weapon every military needs.
Eli steps in front of me, but not enough to cover her performance, his head dropping until he’s directly in front of me, fingers pulling on my belt. She flicks off her top hat and places it in the palm of her hand as bats fly out from the base with a rowdy screech. The audience is impressed, but I’m fucking trapped in a vortex. Warmth covers my cock and I tilt my head back, digging my hands into Eli’s thick locks. His hand is pressed to my abs and I jackknife my hips forward slightly, briefly flicking my eyes down to watch as his lips wrap around my girth. The song continues to play, Lilith being the notes that get lost in the wind, and my breath catches when Eli drags his piercing underneath the curve of my cock. Lilac and white strobe lights flicker as she drops her cape, showing her tight body in nothing but that little leather G-string that I have every fucking intention of tearing off with my bare teeth. When the lyric comes in about crawling on the floor, she begins moving forward on her hands and knees slowly, running her blood-covered hand over her body as the song finishes. I tighten my grip around Eli’s hair as my balls tighten and a rush of adrenaline spikes through my veins as I empty myself down his throat. A loud bang pops off and the lights flickering turn their beam onto a screen in the background that reads Welcome to Midnight Mayhem…