Chapter 325 Scared.

Chapter 325: 325 Scared.

"Let’s find out how much of you we can burn!" Lilith cheered.

Sleer’s eyes went wide, and then he let out a shrieking howl as a torrent of bright, cotton-candy-pink hellfire surged up Lilith’s arm, completely engulfing the shadow-man. He kicked and writhed in the air, but Lilith held him by the throat as effortlessly as a toddler holding a stuffed animal. I watched, momentarily stunned by the sheer output of demonic heat as Sleer burned in her grasp, his agonizing screams echoing off the grey cubicle walls.

Recovering from my shock, I shouted over the crackle of burning flesh. "Don’t kill him!"

Lilith blinked in innocent confusion, glancing back at me, but the pink fires instantly faded away. Sleer moaned and whimpered, twitching weakly in her grasp. The heavy, greasy smell of burnt bacon filled the unventilated office.

"Aw, why let him live, Milesyyyy?" she pouted, swinging his limp form slightly. "He’s super-duper mean! He totally deserves to be un-alived!"

"Because he has operational intelligence we can use," I said, stepping closer. "And I know a telepath on our payroll who would absolutely love to dig it out of his head."

Lilith’s eyebrows flew up, and a massive, giddy smile spread across her face. "Ooooh! Brain picking! Yay! I completely adore how you think, bossman!"

"N... n..."

I looked back at Sleer. His white teeth were bared in a rictus grin among his burned gums.

"Nev... er..." he hissed.

A sharp crack echoed from his mouth.

Oh, hell. I lunged forward, grabbing Sleer’s lapel, but it was already too late. He started foaming violently at the mouth, his 2D body convulsing as whatever cyanide capsule he’d hidden in his molar took immediate effect.

"Dammit!" I swore, dumping Sleer’s body onto the corporate carpet. He twitched for another sixty seconds before going completely limp.

"Ewww, that is so gross!" Lilith whined, lifting a designer heel to avoid the foam.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, letting out a long, exhausted sigh. I really should have expected that. Fanatics who built their entire lives around serving a billionaire clown always carried a suicide pill. There was nothing to be done about it now.

I looked back to Lilith. "You okay?" I asked her.

Lilith twirled around, flipping her dark hair and dazzling me with a massive, beaming smile. "Oh my gosh, I’m fantastic! I haven’t had this much fun in forever!"

"Great. Glad you enjoyed the team-building exercise," I said dryly. I gestured down at the corpse. "Can you finish incinerating that? The absolute last thing my company needs right now is a body lying around connecting us to this mess."

"Of course, bossman! Super easy!" Lilith chirped.

She snapped her fingers. A blinding flash of pink fire sparked through the air, instantly engulfing Sleer’s remains. It lasted exactly three seconds. When the smoke cleared, there was nothing left on the carpet but a neat, smoldering pile of ash.

Well, at least there would be one less middle manager to deal with when we finally assaulted the funhouse. Cold comfort, but it was something positive on the balance sheet.

"Is what he said actually true?"

I glanced over at Yes Whey. The massive hero was staring blankly at the small pile of ashes, his broken nose entirely forgotten.

"It is," I said, straightening my tuxedo jacket. "Sorry for your loss."

"But... I saw the broadcast. I watched the video."

"Deepfaked PR hit piece," I explained flatly. "If we manage to take down Jester and survive the week, the real, unedited footage will be released to the press."

Yes Whey lowered his blocky head, his massive shoulders slumping. "Then I was completely wrong to try and assault you. Not even my mighty muscles can soothe the deep, agonizing pain of this misunderstanding."

I shrugged. "Yeah. Sorry about that. And about your, uh, nose. But don’t worry about the clown. We’ll make Jester pay for the unauthorized hit."

"Very well," Yes Whey said, suddenly straightening up with a dramatic, rolling flex of his massive lats. "Then if your corporate takeover fails, I swear by my pectorals that Jester will know a nemesis like absolutely no other!"

I highly doubted that. The market odds were significantly higher that Jester would just casually swat Yes Whey out of the sky like a heavily muscled mosquito.

But I didn’t have the time or the crayons to explain the power scaling of the Council of Nine to him.

"Yeah. Sure. Good luck with the gains," I told him, turning my back and rejoining Lilith.

The demoness gave me a bright, bouncing look. "Well, bossman? Did you enjoy the fancy party?"

"It had its networking moments," I said, steering her away from the broken elevator and toward the emergency stairwell.

"And did you get the shiny thing you wanted out of it?"

I reached into my inner jacket pocket, pulling out the crystal. It shimmered in the gloom of the unlit office, glowing with a soft, steady green light. I shrugged and tucked it safely back inside.

"We’ll find out soon enough."

I tucked the crystal safely away and steered Lilith toward the emergency stairwell. The party noise faded behind us as we descended, her heels clicking cheerfully on every step.

Outside, the night air was cool and sharp. The valet had already brought the Crown around; I unlocked it with a click and opened the driver’s door.

Lilith stopped me with a hand on my chest before I could climb in.

"You’re too intense right now, Milesyyyy," she cooed, eyes glowing faintly pink in the dark. "All that murder and ash and shiny green crystals... you’re wound up so tight I can almost taste it."

"Lilith—"

She didn’t give me the chance to finish. She shoved me backward into the driver’s seat, climbed in after me in one smooth, predatory motion, and straddled my lap, knees bracketing my hips.

The door shut behind her with a solid thunk. Her mouth crashed onto mine, hot and greedy, tongue sliding past my lips like she owned the right to it.

One hand tangled in my hair; the other already worked my tuxedo jacket open.

"Isn’t this a little too sudden—" she shot me up with another kiss that killed all protest.

I groaned into the kiss, hands finding her waist on pure instinct. The silk of her dress was thin enough that I could feel the heat of her skin underneath.

She rolled her hips once, deliberately grinding the soft heat between her thighs against the rapidly hardening length in my trousers.

"Mmm, there he is," she purred against my mouth. "Milesyyy’s all tense and ready. Let me fix that."

She kissed a path down my jaw, then lower, pushing the jacket fully open and yanking my shirt free of my waistband.

Her fingers made quick work of the belt and zipper. Cool night air kissed my cock for half a second before her hand wrapped around it, stroking from root to tip with a firm, knowing grip.

"Lilith, we’re in a parking—"

"Shh." She dropped to her knees between my spread thighs as if the limited space of the footwell was a personal challenge she intended to win. "Just sit pretty and let me play."

Her lips parted. The first wet heat of her mouth swallowed the head of my cock and I hissed through my teeth.

Lilith hummed in pure delight, the vibration traveling straight up my spine.

She took me deeper in slow, deliberate inches, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, until her nose brushed the open fly of my trousers.

Then she started bobbing—long, filthy strokes that left my shaft glistening and her lipstick smeared.

One of her hands cupped my balls, rolling them gently while the other braced on my thigh.

Every time she pulled almost all the way off she looked up at me through her lashes, pink eyes glowing, and whispered, "It’s like a lollipop, Milessyy," before plunging back down.

The wet sounds filled the quiet car. My hips twitched upward despite myself; she only moaned louder and took me deeper.

I tangled a hand in her dark hair, not forcing, just holding on as she worked me with shameless enthusiasm.

The windows were already starting to fog. Somewhere outside a distant pair of headlights swept past, but Lilith didn’t slow for a second.

She sucked harder, faster, the tight heat of her throat fluttering around me until my balls drew up tight and I had to grit my teeth to keep from finishing too soon.

She felt it. Lilith pulled off with a lewd pop, lips shiny, and climbed straight back into my lap.

In one practiced motion she shoved her dress up around her hips, dragged her panties aside, and sank down onto my cock in a single smooth slide.

We both groaned.

She was dripping wet and scorching hot, demonic heat clenching around me like a living thing.

Lilith braced her hands on my shoulders and started riding—short, sharp bounces at first, then longer, deeper strokes that made her breasts bounce against the low neckline of her dress. The car rocked faintly with every drop of her hips.

"Fuck, Milesyyyy," she gasped, head tipping back. "You’re so thick when you’re stressed. Love it. Love feeling you twitch inside me."

I gripped her ass hard enough to leave marks, helping her slam down harder.

The wet slap of her taking me over and over filled the cabin. Her pussy fluttered and squeezed with every stroke, greedy and relentless.

I thrust up to meet her, the angle perfect, the friction almost brutal. Lilith’s moans climbed higher, pink sparks dancing at the tips of her fingers where they dug into my shoulders.

She ground down harder, circling her hips so her clit dragged against the base of my cock on every stroke. Her breathing turned ragged.

The glow in her eyes brightened. Then her whole body locked up—thighs clamping around me, inner walls spasming in tight, rhythmic pulses as she came with a sharp, broken cry.

Hot slick flooded around my shaft; her demonic heat flared for a second, making the air inside the car shimmer.

"Gonna come," I warned, voice rough.

"Do it," she demanded, grinding down and rolling her hips in a filthy circle. "Fill me up. I want every drop."

I came with a low, broken groan, pulsing hard and deep inside her. Lilith moaned in pure satisfaction, inner walls milking me through every spurt until I was spent and sensitive.

She didn’t climb off. She stayed seated fully on my cock, still fluttering around me, and leaned in until her lips brushed my ear.

"Keep driving," she whispered, voice pure sin. "While I’m still on top of you... just like this."

My hands flexed on her hips. The engine was already running; the car was still in park.

Lilith nuzzled closer, hips giving one slow, deliberate rock that made leftover pleasure spark up my spine.

"Are you scared, Milesyyyyyy?"