Little Love | Chapter IV (Patreon)

Tristan couldn’t say how long he slept. There weren’t any windows in Lilith’s room, and he would have bet his life that the choice was intentional. Time was all but forgotten in her domain.

“Hello, there.” Lilith smiled and scooped him from the sheets into her arms. Still drowsy, he allowed his head to rest against her chest. Her skin was clear and clean, and the robe she’d worn loosely before was tied tightly against her. Though he didn’t want to admit it, a spark of disappointment tugged at the back of his mind.

“How long was I out?” Tristan muttered against her. He was still naked, but for some reason, the thought didn’t bother him.

“Only the afternoon,” she assured him.

She carried him as if he weighed nothing at all into an extravagant washroom that branched off from her bedroom. The colors of the decor matched her bedroom: red towels, black carpets, luxurious fabrics, and ivory marble. At some point while he slept, she had prepared a tub with warm water and more scented oils. Somewhere in his haze of thoughts, he considered that he would smell like a girl.

Like the stuff I’m covered in now doesn’t smell like that, he reasoned.

Lilith placed him into the bath and kneeled next to it. Goosebumps prickled his shoulders and forearms, and a shiver of delight rushed down his spine. The heated water felt wonderful against his skin, washing away the remnants of massage oil.

He leaned back and rested his head against the edge of the tub. With the slow return of consciousness came the question that continued to plague him. What am I doing here?

“What’s on your mind?” Lilith brushed his shoulders, leaning against the side of the tub.

“All of this…” He lazily gestured to the bath, to himself, to her. “Why? I mean, I don’t even remember how I got here.”

The wicked smile that played along her lips made him wonder whether he actually wanted the answer.

“I may have persuaded you to come.” She giggled, swirling the water with her fingertips. “However, your particularly ravenous enthusiasm would suggest that it wasn’t entirely against your will.”

Lilith seemed to harness a specialized talent for embarrassing him. The blush that constantly hued his cheeks was a near-permanent fixture on his face.

He sank a little deeper into the water, hoping the steam would shield his face. “I think that I should get back home soon.”

Worry touched her lips. “Am I incorrect? Do you not enjoy my hospitality?”

“N-No! It’s not that at all!” It was entirely the opposite. Tristan watched her hand create ripples in the clear water, and couldn’t help but picture those fingers exploring his skin.

“Is it your things? That is a simple fix. I can fetch them for you to make living more comfortable.”

“Wait, I-I couldn’t live here,” he stammered.

“Why not?”

“It’s way too much to ask. I’d want to pay you for rent and food—”

Lilith interrupted his words with two fingers against his lips. The urge to take them into his mouth struck him, and he worked hard to resist it.

“You don’t owe me anything, little love. Just stay with me.” Her hand moved to his shoulder, where her fingertips caressed his collarbone beneath the water.

“What about my job?”

“I can buy you anything your heart desires.”

“I need to finish school—”

“Let me handle that.” She walked her fingers down his abdomen, trailing lines just above his navel. “I will ensure your education is completed.”

“Why me?” Tristan shivered. He had to fight to keep his mind on questions and not pleas. “You’re a beautiful woman who’s obviously well-off. Aren’t there men lined up at your door?”

“Perhaps.” She canted her head, her auburn hair spilling to the side. “But when I saw you there, reading alone, you looked so very tired. Once you told me that you’d been working and living on your own, I wished to help you.”

“Am I here out of pity, then?” he grumbled. Too many people looked at him with pity. Whispered behind his back about his mother’s death and father’s sudden disappearance. He didn’t want Lilith to keep him around just because she felt like she had to.

“Tristan.” Lilith tipped his chin up with her free hand until his eyes met hers. “Pity is not in my nature. You are clearly capable of standing on your own two feet. I have a far more selfish desire.” Her emerald gaze glittered as her fingers brushed dangerously close to his hips. “Your company.”

Tristan swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. “There’s nothing else you want from me?”

“No. Just stay near me, sweet.” She smiled and repositioned her hands, massaging the oil out of his chest and arms. Tristan bit back a moan. “Lean forward.” He complied, and she moved to his back, cleaning away the rest of the oil. “Who knows? Perhaps you’ll grow to love me.”

“I… L-Love—?” Tristan gaped dumbly at the water.  

“In your own time, of course.” Lilith giggled and stood. She shook the droplets from her long fingers and walked to a linen closet near the tub. After procuring an enormous, fluffy towel, she brought it back to the tub. She extended one hand toward Tristan, and he accepted, crawling out of the water and onto the carpet.

Love…

“Lilith, I don’t even know you,” Tristan murmured, eyes screwed to the floor.

“What would you like to know?”

“Oh. Well… Um…” He hadn’t thought that far.

“Why don’t I start? What do you like doing for fun?” She playfully toweled his hair dry before kneeling and moving on to the rest of his body.

“Usually I watch movies. After my homework is done, of course.” Tristan reached out to take the towel from her to finish drying himself, but she pulled it away from his reach and shook her head.

“Let me.” She continued her work, ensuring every inch of his skin was dry. The fabric was like velvet, and after the bath, he felt renewed. “What kinds of movies do you enjoy?”

“Erm, well…” Tristan wasn’t sure if he could say his favorite genre out loud. It definitely wouldn’t help him look any less weak. Other guys he knew liked action, racing, and explosions, but they had never been his thing. The one time he’d told his friend in confidence, he’d been laughed at for weeks.

“You can tell me,” Lilith said softly.

Tristan chewed the inside of his cheek. “I-I really like musicals.” The words blurred together in his admission.

He’d watched the ones he owned so many times that he would sometimes just leave them on for background noise and sing along with the songs while he did chores or cooked. It helped him not to feel so lonely.

“Goodness! I love musicals!” Lilith replied excitedly, draping the towel over his shoulders. “What do you say I make us some popcorn and we watch one together?”

Tristan’s face lit up with a grin as relief poured over him. Lilith kissed his cheek.

“Get dressed and meet me in the living room.”

“Oh, um, about my clothes.” Tristan wrapped the towel tightly around himself and looked down. “I think I only have the one pair of jeans, and I couldn’t find my shirt—”

“You’ll find clean clothing on the bed.” Lilith curled a tendril of his hair around her finger, then tucked it behind his ear. “If you need anything else at all, simply say so.”

She left the room, and he padded to the bed. The carpet was plush and sweet against his bare feet. A far cry from the threadbare grey carpet in his apartment. Just as she’d said, a clean pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt lay folded on the bed. They were definitely his pants—they had a print of his favorite anime character. He couldn’t help but smile as he redressed and found his way down the hallway, stepping into the immense expanse that was her living room.

Two leather recliners and a loveseat surrounded a huge sofa that faced a television that was almost as big as the wall. Tristan’s eyes widened as he approached the screen and ran his fingers over the soundbar. At home, he’d kept a small CRT he’d found on a curb. Sometimes, if he was lucky, he could catch a cable channel, but the television mostly tuned into interference. Besides, it was really there to play his movies and a meager collection of video games.  

“Which one shall we watch?” Lilith’s glorious voice interrupted his thoughts. He turned to see her fanning three movies in one hand and clutching a bowl of popcorn to her side in the other. Tristan contemplated the three choices closely before choosing the one on the left, a movie he’d seen hundreds of times but still loved.

“Excellent. One of my favorites.” She smiled and sauntered over to the Blu-ray player.

Tristan looked between the seats, shrugged, and sat down on the sofa. After turning on the television and sitting down beside him, she put an arm around his shoulders. Without thinking, he snuggled closer to her, leaning his head on her chest.

Lilith giggled. “Comfortable, my sweet?”

“Oh… I-I’m sorry.” He shifted to separate himself from her, but she closed her hand around his shoulder and pulled him tightly.

“You don’t have to run away.” Lilith kissed the top of his head. “I asked to be close to you, remember?”

He smiled and blushed, relaxing his head against her once more. Lilith situated a black, velvety blanket over both of them and relaxed into the cushions while holding him close. She took the remote control from the side of the couch and started the movie.

“Do you want to sing along?” she whispered.

“No way!” He laughed. “That’d be too embarrassing.”

“Oh? Singing is where you draw the line?” She giggled, squeezing his shoulder. “You’re an interesting little pet.”

As the movie started, he felt more at home. The songs soothed him, and the characters were as close to him as family. Near the end, despite his earlier chagrin at the thought, he found himself humming along to the songs.

“I can hear you humming,” Lilith murmured. “Sing for me, Tristan.” She ran a hand through his hair and looked at him affectionately.

It was impossible. His nerves wouldn’t let him. Not in front of Lilith. “I can’t. I can’t sing.”  

“Yes, you can.” She clasped his arms and playfully wrestled him onto his back. “Sing for me.”

“But I ca—” His words were interrupted by her fingers dancing over his stomach. He laughed and squirmed against her touch. “N-No! That tickles!”

“Does it now?” She shifted her body on top of his and pinned him to the couch, running her fingers down his sides and to his feet. Tristan giggled uncontrollably and struggled to free himself.

“I can’t— I can’t breathe! Let alone sing!” he managed, making futile efforts at grasping for her hands. She was so fast.

“What other parts of you are ticklish?” Her devious tone turned the playful to sultry in a matter of breaths. But still, she continued, moving her fingertips beneath his arms.

“Not there!” The tears began to stream down his face. He hadn’t laughed so hard in as long as he could remember. “Lilith, please!”

“Please, what?” Her fingers danced across his body, hitting every nerve that would send him into more fits of giggles.

“Please… Please stop!” He gasped and reached for her wrists. By some miracle, he caught them and brought her to a halt. He took a moment to catch his breath, laughter still lacing his draws for air. Her smile was lovely and infectious. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, brilliant against the black robe that labored to hold her chest back.

“W-Why…did you…?” Tristan chuckled, touching the elegant curve of her neck with his fingertips. It didn’t cease to amaze him how luxuriously smooth her skin was, and he yearned to rip the robe away from her body.

“You are adorable.” She leaned forward and brushed her lips across his. He immediately slid the tip of his tongue across the soft line of her mouth, begging further entry. He wondered what courage had emboldened him. But he decided to let himself go. Maybe just a little. She parted her lips and accepted his tongue with her own, her hands sliding under his shirt.

“Lilith,” he sighed, his hips moving beneath hers. The weight of her on top of him was ecstasy. He felt that no harm would come to him beneath her watch, and he embraced her of his own accord. Her mouth shifted from his lips to his ear to his throat. “I can really stay?”

“As long as you like.” Lilith’s breath was hot against his throat. “You can trust me, my sweet.”

He nodded shakily as she pulled his shirt over his head. Her lips trailed down his abdomen, circled his chest, then below his navel. Tristan’s breath caught when her teeth nibbled at his hip. His hands twined into her luscious hair as she undid the button of his fly with her teeth.

“You may spend most of your time naked, however,” she mused.

“That’s fine,” he hissed between his teeth. His hips rocked against her chest. She pulled his pants down around his ankles and disappeared beneath the blanket.

For a few seconds, Tristan only felt the soft blanket caressing his naked thighs. Then, wet, deliberate strokes along the underside of his shaft made him cry out in surprise. What she’d previewed for him with his fingers… This sensation could only be her tongue.

Lilith lifted the blanket and tossed it to the side, her eyes locking Tristan’s as she lowered her face back down to his cock. She lightly touched her lips to each inch of his length, then used the tip of her tongue to lick him from base to the head.

Tristan trembled with need; his breathing rasped as he reached down to touch her head. She hummed and took him into her mouth.

His hips rocked against her jaw outside of his control. She encouraged him on, letting him slide deeper inside her mouth until he reached the back of her throat. And then, even deeper.

A groan bloomed in his chest and tore from his lips. His fingers tangled in her hair, and his eyes rolled back.

The heat slowly withdrew, her tongue flattening against his base, then collected at the tip. Then she suddenly dropped her head back down, eliciting another cry from Tristan. Her tongue was practiced and smooth, the inside of her mouth hot and soaking. She chose a painstaking rhythm, dragging and flicking her tongue in unpredictable ways as she moved.

“Oh God,” he groaned as he tried to mediate her speed with the grasp he had on her hair. But Lilith didn’t give in—her rhythm was absolute. “God, your tongue... Ah!” The carnal pleas that escaped him were sounds he’d never heard before.

“Mmm…” Lilith moaned as she teased the top of his swollen head with her tongue. His cries filled the room while she sucked and lapped him like a woman starved.

“S-so…sensitive!” he cried as her hand enveloped the base of his shaft and her tongue continued to tease him. He wanted so desperately to watch her, but he couldn’t keep his eyes open. Tension knotted in his stomach and built between his legs. He wanted to hold back. Damn it, why couldn’t he hold back? “I-I can’t—!”

Lilith remained relentless in her rhythm. The stimulation overload came when Tristan felt her hand pump slowly up and down his shaft while her mouth continued to work the head. His hands moved from her hair to the couch cushions as his hips rolled desperately against her mouth—plunging as deep as he could into her throat. She hummed in satisfaction, and the vibration sent him over the edge.

“I’m coming!” Tristan cried. His knuckles turned white around the cushions.

Lilith grabbed his hips and sealed her lips at his base. He bucked upward with each wave of pleasure that claimed him, and she swallowed every drop. He felt like it was so much. Too much. And still her throat bobbed, drinking him in.

Completely spent, he lifted a quivering hand and cradled her face in his palm. “Lilith. I’m yours.” He didn’t recognize his own voice; it was laced with lust and desire. Logic was lost, replaced with a new addiction. He was filled with an animalistic craving that he was forced to reconcile.

This was his home now.

Lilith withdrew her mouth and slithered up his body. “There’s the hunger I was looking for.” Her eyes were alight with lascivious intentions and overwhelming affection. “There’s much, much more where that came from, little love.”

“I want…all of it,” Tristan replied, exhausted.

“That makes me happy to hear.” She kissed him. Her breath tasted of sex and sugar.

Lilith was all he needed.