The Cult

"Lilith..."

"Oh, fuck you, Joshua. If you can screw my sister's brains out, and turn her wardrobe inside out doing it, you can damn sure shower with me and let me give you a handjob."

It was hard to argue with that.

Back in my bedroom, Bethany was seated on my bed, wearing only panties. I was beginning to regret the delightful handjob that her sister had given me minutes earlier.

Bethany looked upset. "Joshua, can we talk?"

I sat down beside her, naked. "Of course. Always. Whatever you want."

She nodded, then dropped her head and hugged my chest. "I'm scared."

"Scared? Why?"

Lilith gave us a tender look, then quietly left us alone. I saw her and Cindy talking down the hall.

"I don't know what He wants from me. Obviously, things are changed. I've changed. Everything's changed. What am I gonna do now?"

I gave her a hug, then drew her down to the bed, holding her. "You live your life the best you can, and you keep on keepin' on, my love. I'll be here for you, and so will your sisters."

She nodded slowly, kissing my chest. "You really do love me, don't you?"

I held her close, nuzzling her hair. "You know I do. You're now my companion in every way."

"I'm sorry I made you break your vow," she said.

"I'm not. I think it needed to happen. Cindy and I talked about it last night. It's not like He gave me much choice, is it?"

She giggled, shaking her head. "Who would have thought that God was a match-maker?"

I kissed her lightly. "Are you unhappy?"

She shook her head again. "No. Just confused." Then she rolled over on top of me, smiling. "Best sex of my life. No doubt about that. Geez, that was intense!"

"Do you remember your message?" I asked.

"Like I could ever forget it? It's still ringing in my head. Love. That's my meaning, my purpose. Pure love." She kissed me, softly. "Can we do it again, Joshua? Without all the craziness? Just pure love?"

I wanted to. "I, uh, your sister, in the shower ..."

She glared at me for a second, then chuckled. "I guess the barn door is open now. You're not celibate. You need to be gentle with her, okay? She's never been with a man. What we did last night? That would kill her."

"I'm not even sure we're going to—"

"You are too! You have to!"

"Bethany, you're my companion. You needed to hear your message. It's not the same with Lilith."

"Don't tell me you don't think she's pretty, that she doesn't turn you on," Bethany insisted.

"She's beautiful, so much like you, with different coloring. I love her, of course. But you're my companion."

She pouted. "Joshua! I never thought you were selfish. That girl loves you. You've been teasing her for months. You have to, you just have to!"

"We'll see. I ... I think there'll be more messages."

Bethany looked surprised, then gave me a huge smile. "For Lilith?"

I nodded. "I think so."

"Cindy too?"

I was slower to shrug. "I don't know. I don't get the same feeling. Maybe it's too early. But I ... I feel like there's a message for Lilith. Like yours but different. Her own message."

"Do you think you'll have to - you know - with her, for her to get it?"

"I don't know, Bethany. This is all as much a mystery to me as it is to you. I didn't expect last night."

She grew quiet. "You liked it, didn't you, Joshua? It wasn't just me, was it?"

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Best night of my life. You were amazing."

"Well, it's only gonna get better. Now you need to love me. I'm not some one-night stand."

Her hand had brought me to life, and it wasn't going to be hard to deliver. I knew that without all the extras it couldn't be as intense as the night before, but I had no doubt it would be good.

I was wrong. It was so much better than good. It was incredible.

She used her mouth to get me hard, and the way she looked up at me, sucking, doing her best to pleasure me, was amazing. This time, I got to return the pleasure and found that our dear Bethany was extremely sensitive. I gave her two delicious orgasms before mounting her.

Her eyes drilled into mine, as my cock entered her. She gave the softest moan of pleasure as I sank into her. "I love you, Joshua," she whispered. "I'll always love you."

I kissed her, breathing her breath, as I started pumping into her, feeling her motions, her hips rocking with me, her warm depths surrounding me. I gazed on her beautiful face, before looking down her tight young body. It was mine, totally and without reservation.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," I told her.

She gave me a tender smile. "I know, honey. Now you'll never have to wait again. This body is yours. All of me. Whatever you want. I'll be everything you need, Joshua. Everything."

We didn't talk much more. We didn't change positions. I made slow love to her from on top and watched as she slowly reached her plateaus, coming for me, pleading for more.

Lilith's handjob may have been a blessing. I had a lot of staying power, and got her off three times the last one so intense it caught me, and I was coming with her. I was still breathing hard, staring into her beautiful face, when I saw the tears start.

"What's wrong, Angel Love?" I whispered.

"I was afraid. Afraid it wouldn't be as good. I'm such a fool. I should have known," she said, reaching up to caress my face.

"Happy?" I teased.

"Delirious. Thank you, Joshua."

* * *

Bethany looked great in white. Her skin was tanned, and it contrasted beautifully. I was worried she'd go out and get some new, colorful outfits. She'd always liked bright colors, but she didn't. She didn't fight it at all. She wore white at all times, even to her work.

It was a few days later, that Cindy was wheedling me. "Come on, Joshua. You need to come down and see. It's amazing!"

She had the night off, and Bethany was working. After half-an-hour of nagging, I finally gave in.

I guess I was on Mario's good side, or maybe it was Cindy's presence. I paid no cover, and Maria delivered a drink personally. When I pulled out my wallet she shook her head. "No charge for you, Joshua. Mario's orders."

I still tipped her a ten, and let Cindy take me down stage. She had been talking to the DJ, and she whispered in my ear as we sat. "After Darla. You're not going to believe this."

Darla was good. She always was. She knew how to get to the crowd, and when she did her duo with Raven, sometimes I thought the crowd would go insane. Tonight was no different, and she had most of the crowd whipped into a frenzy when she walked off the stage.

I rarely sat at the tables. The bar was my home. The girls, for the most part, knew to leave me alone. I hadn't been in to watch in over a month, but even the new girls left me alone. I figured it was Cindy's presence.

"And now, what you've all been waiting for, our very own Angel Love!"

The lights dimmed, and a cloud of smoke covered the stage. The applause was outrageous. As it quieted, the music died down to nothing before starting up again.

It was the first time I'd heard classical music in a strip bar. I'd heard the song, but I didn't know the name. It started quiet, slowly building.

Bethany came out in all white, a conservative, almost innocent spring dress, stepping slowly across the stage, eyes downward, plucking the petals off of a daisy. A spotlight hit her, and she glanced upward, shading her eyes, turning away. Another appeared and it looked like she attempted to dodge it. She brushed against the pole, and it looked like she was stuck on it somehow. She tugged, nervously then frantically, finally pulling away, leaving her dress behind, staggering away in a white corset.

The crowd went nuts.

She was blushing, looking out into the audience, a nervous smile twisting her innocent pink painted lips. She stepped into a spotlight, freezing, before moving forward shakily, covering her body with her hands.

She was the epitome of innocence and beauty, fragility and naivete. And the audience was eating it up. Then a new song started.

"There'll be no strings to bind your hands,

Not if my love can't bind your heart..."

That's when she saw me. She stumbled, looking around anxiously, then stood upright. She smiled for me. And I knew it was only for me. And she started to dance.

Her body moved, undulating, twisting oh-so-slowly. Her arms reached out to me, beckoning, pleading.

" ... I see no need to take me home

I'm old enough to face the dawn ..."

She had been mostly in shadow, slowly moving forward into a powerful spotlight that lit her up. I could see now that there were silver threads in her outfit that glittered as she moved. She looked spectacular.

My angel danced for me, her body swaying, her corset flying away as she spun around like a ballerina. She took a turn around the stage, giving everyone a little show, before returning to me. Her movements slowed, almost stopping, just a gentle sway to her body. She stared at me, her hand reaching behind her, opening her bra, before catching it, still covering her breasts. The shouts from the audience quieted in anticipation, before she turned her head away, apparently blushing, releasing the bra and exposing herself to me.

I'd expected shouts from the audience, but it was quiet. Her head slowly turned, drifting across the crowd, as she spun around, apparently searching, until after what seemed like an eternity she turned back to me, a huge smile covering her face.

She looked so beautiful, so unsullied. The last thing you expected to see in this place. She was pure as light, pure as love itself.

Her arms opened wide, reaching for me, the joy on her face rapturous, before turning to shock. She jerked backwards, struggling against some unknown force, fighting forward, despairing. I saw tears on her face as she continued her struggle, fighting so hard but continuously losing ground. Her final surrender was piteous, her head lowered, her body shaking, as she was pinned to the center pole.

" ... Just call me angel of the morning, angel

Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby..."

A gasp rose out of the crowd as the spotlight hit her. Her body jerked upward and started to rise. Slowly, agonizingly she came off the ground, the spotlight apparently dragging her upward, until she gracefully accepted it. With a final reaching out toward me, she looked upward, extending her arms. She rose faster, then everything went dark, and she was gone.

The audience exploded into the silence.

"That's our Angel Love. Let her know we want her back, and maybe heaven will release her to us for a little while longer. Give it up for Angel Love."

Money was being tossed on stage, and a couple of the girls were scurrying around, picking it up. That was unexpected. The girls were very protective of their tips.

It was a couple of minutes later that Bethany appeared among the crowd. She was still dressed in white, back to her corset look. She may have been the most covered girl working there, but it didn't take away from her sensuality. I watched as she played the crowd, stopping by the tables, thanking the guys, teasing a little, bestowing brief kisses on cheeks, running her fingers through their hair.

"What did I tell you?" Cindy said. "Pretty amazing, huh?"

"When did all this happen?"

"The day after you and her. She walked in to Mario and told him what she wanted. She was adamant and very specific. He fought her for a while, but finally gave in, when she said she'd pay for the stage changes. They split if fifty-fifty."

I looked over at her, as difficult as it was to tear my eyes off Bethany. "And you know this because ..."

Cindy smiled. "I might have been there, encouraging her. She didn't pay a dime, by the way. Mario's no idiot. He's got a headliner. She's something else."

That's when a gorgeous angel appeared from behind my chair and plopped in my lap. "You should have told me you were coming," she pouted.

"Angel Love?"

She blushed. "The name was your idea. You like?"

"You were amazing."

She grinned from ear to ear. "You know the best part? No more pandering. No more lap dances. No VIP rooms. None. They're happy for me to just sit and talk with them, and they tip better than ever."

I finally noticed that we were in a spotlight. She glanced up, pouting. "That's the worst part. Mario has the dang light following me around all the time. Makes me sweat like a pig."

I couldn't help but laugh. "You're glowing, my love. Not sweating."

"Alright, I glow like a stuck pig. Every half-hour I have to go in back and sponge bathe." She planted a kiss on me and stood up. "Time to pay the bills," she sighed.

"You don't have any bills," I reminded her.

She laughed, twirling away from me. "That's 'cause I'm an Angel!"

"You've created a monster," Cindy teased. "Come on, let's get out of here, or Mario's going to try to put me to work."

We got a princess wave from Bethany as we left. No glares from Maria either.

* * *

I think I'm pretty patient. My celibacy was over, big time, and although Bethany and I still kept separate beds, we were sharing one at least a couple of times every day. And it was still amazing.

Not that my other plans had fallen completely to the wayside. Min was back to work, finishing our previous project, and starting on a new one, for Cindy of course. My pocket full of miracles was fleshing out nicely, thank you very much, and my collection of illicit substances was all but complete. Even the house and property was close to where I wanted it to be.

It was close to two weeks from when Bethany received her message, that I was spiking her sister's dinner drink. Our two dancers were working, and Lilith and I had the house to ourselves. It seemed like time.

After dinner, I lured her over to the couch, with a final glass of wine. "Lilith—"

She sat up eagerly. "Is it my turn? Do you have a message for me?"

"I do."

She laughed jumping up and pulling me by the hand toward the bedroom. "I can't believe it's really happening," she squealed.

I almost laughed with her, tugging on her hand to slow her down. "Relax, beautiful. The message is difficult. Very difficult for me, alright? Please be patient, and work with me on this. We're not going to jump in bed and start screwing."

"I know, Joshua. Beth told me all about it. I'm just ... I don't know ... it's more than excited, I need to know. What's my message?"

Five minutes later we were naked in bed, and she was lying on top of me, our bodies connecting as much as possible. "It's there?" she whispered. "The message for me? You can hear it?"

"Not exactly hear it, you understand. It's hard to explain, but yes, it's here, and it's for you."

We settled down, our lips pressed together, quiet, unmoving, our breath shared, my hands caressing her back, up to her head. "Let it in," I whispered.

"I'm trying, Joshua," she said.

"Relax, concentrate. Block out everything."

"I can feel it, all over me, everywhere we're touching. It's warm, I can feel it."

"Excellent, now hush, beautiful, and open up."

I set the ring on two, and held her head, gazing into her eyes. "Accept it," I said.

I pressed it to her temple, and it was like I'd shocked her. Her eyes burst open, staring into mine. "I ... I heard it!"

"What? What is it?"

She pouted. "I couldn't tell, but I heard something. I swear I did. I'm not imagining things."

"Kiss me, my Lilith. Kiss me, and open yourself. Accept."

She was wriggling slightly, and I had little doubt the balm and MDMA were starting to take effect. She whimpered into my mouth, as I upped the setting to four.

"So close," she whispered. "It's there, just out of reach."

"Relax, my love. Let it in."

At six, she was squirming uncontrollably. "Why can't I understand it," she whined. "It's there, so close." She reached down between us. "Can I, Joshua, please?"

"Alright, I'm letting go now. I'm going under. Trust me and accept your message."

I held her head firmly, my lips pressed to hers, as her body slowly, agonizingly accepted me. She whimpered a little as I made it about half way before stalling. She was breathing hard while I maintained the appearance of absence.

"More, Joshua," she whispered, "just a little more."

She was hunching at me, her hips pushing down, accepting more and more of my cock. It was close. I didn't expect the response I'd gotten from Bethany, but I was hoping for the best. All it took was a little movement from my thumb and the ring was maxed out. She was trembling when I pressed it against her temple.

Her response was more than I could have hoped for. She squealed into my mouth, her body bucking as she drove down on my cock, taking the whole thing. She was shaking like a leaf before she tore her lips away from mine.

"FAITH!" she screamed.

My hands settled down to her bottom, holding her, driving into her. "Faith," I confirmed.

She moaned, settling down onto me, holding me. "He loves me, Joshua. He gave me a message, a purpose."

I kissed her, slowly plumbing her depths while she clung to me. I saw a change appear on her face, a smile slowly growing. She turned her head to look at me. "So this is sex, huh?"

I nodded.

"I like it. A lot. I thought it would hurt."

"I like it too."

She giggled. "I bet you do. Make love to me, Joshua."

I rolled her over underneath me, and turned the ring off, not wanting to take any chances. We kissed and made love. It was pretty wonderful. Not as good as her sister, but amazing on its own. It was my Lilith, a broken child, a virgin, surrendering to me completely.

We were quiet, and I figure after a while she was riding the MDMA, as she started to come for me. We took our time, played around a bit, and she got me up twice more after the first one. I introduced her to a variety of positions, and she turned out to be remarkably orgasmic for a virgin. Unlike anything I'd ever experienced, and trust me, I'd experienced more than my share.

She was very clingy afterward, repeating her word fervently. We were in the shower, where I was worshiping her young body when the dancers arrived home.

Lilith was gone like a shot, not bothering to dress or even dry off. I was only a few seconds behind her, donning a robe.

She nearly bowled her sister over, leaping into her arms. "I'm Faith!" she squealed.

I entered the room a little sheepishly. I had, after all, deflowered my companion and girlfriend's baby sister, while she was strutting her stuff on stage.

Bethany laughed and hugged her sister back. "That's wonderful! You got your message?"

Lilith was laughing, almost dancing with joy. "Over and over again. You've been holding out on me sis, this sex stuff is pretty awesome."

I approached the two and hugged both. "I hope you're not angry. I would have preferred for you to be here, but I don't get to choose when the message comes."

Bethany gave me a big kiss which went a long way towards allaying any concerns. "No, it was better this way. She needed it."

I opened my robe and pulled Lilith inside, wrapping her naked body up against mine. Her arm went around me, and she settled in. It felt good.

Cindy leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I guess you had a good night."

"Actually, it's pretty hard on me. Painful. I'll admit the aftermath was outrageous."

Lilith giggled. "I'm outrageous."

I pulled Cindy back, and claimed a better kiss, which she slowly got into, hugging me, rubbing her scantily clad body against mine, her tongue devilish and teasing. "Mmmm, that was much better," I said.

"I'll say," Lilith added. Her hand was on my cock, stroking my resurgent hardness.

"Lily, this doesn't mean you get to hog him," Bethany said. "He's my companion."

"I know, Beth, but this is my special night. I got my message. Be happy for me."