"So let's say--hypothetically--that we're connected to that place. And what happens there is real in some way. What does that mean?"
Lilith waited for his reply.
Adam tapped his fingers against the glass rim of his cup.
"You tell me what it means. What's worse--thinking about it, feeling it or saying it out loud?"
"Saying it out loud makes it real," Lilith blurted out.
She set her glass down, and pierced Adam with a devilish gaze. With a challenging tone she muttered, "So say it."
His voice was quiet but firm, "I want you."
It wasn't in the dream or in the Red Room anymore. It's right here and right now.
Lilith licked her lips, tasting a little bit of the red wine still lingering. "And if we gave in?"
Adam ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "Would it be wrong?"
Lilith echoed a bitter chuckle. "Does it even matter? Would we stop if it was?"
Later that night, long after Adam had gone to bed, Lilith sat alone with her laptop, fingers pressing the buttons on the keyboard. She opened a private browser and typed:
"Recurring dreams of desire. Shared dream experiences. Meaning?"
Clicking through various forums she found stories of people who claimed to have met lovers in dreams, soul tied beyond time. Some would dismiss it as fantasy. Other swore it was reality. And some felt it was prophetic.
Still unsatisfied, she searched up something more visceral. She remembered in her dream how Adam worshiped her as this divine whore-goddess. Which lead her to, "The Red Goddess. Babalon."
There were pages filled on the screen. Lilith skimmed through articles, and esoteric writings of Babalon, the Scarlet Woman. She was the liberating flame of unashamed desire, the one who consumed guilt and turned it into power.
Lilith leaned forward, immensely intrigued, devouring every word.
"Drink deeply of the cup. There's no shame in your longing. There's no sin in the sacred act of ecstatic surrender."
Maybe this wasn't about morality. Maybe transgression and transformation are synonymous.
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In the waking world, the air and aura between them crackles with a mute tension. Each glance, each brush of skin, sends fervent waves of heat through their veins.
Days go by; and Lilith watches Adam like a hawk watching its prey. Her pulse increases with thoughts of what she craves. The same taboo desire is in his eyes too: that same primal hunger. The flimsy line between dreams and reality has blurred beyond recognition.
One night, unable to resist the mystical pull any longer, Lilith decides the time has come for her to take action. Adam was in the living room writing. She moves towards him, her steps deliberate and slow, her body aching with the weight of her insatiable longing.
Adam's gaze locks with hers, filled with confusion and awe. But also a similar longing. She doesn't wait for him to make the first move, instead she takes controls. Her fingers trace the curve of his jaw before sliding down to the collar of his shirts, where she pulls him closer, her lips pressing his in a kiss that's both gentle and unrelenting.
"Lilith... is this real?" Adam whispers, his voice hoarse, trembling with the weight of sexual tension and of his question.
There wasn't a gentle caress through Adam's pants. Lilith gripped Adam's erection. This instinctual and feral appetite was consuming her. She's yearned to feel it. In dreams it was hers to devour but now she's feeling it in the most tangible sense. Measuring its thickness through the fabric and in between her fingers. She's ready to claim him.
"It's real."
Her breath is hot and heavy against his skin, her lips grazing his ear as she whispers, "I want to fuck you. And I know you want to fuck me too."
There's no going back. She's not his stepmother, the caretaker that watched him grow up from an adolescent teenager to the adult he is today. In this moment she's the lover, the seductress.
Lilith is firmly on top his lap, sticking her hand into his pants to play with his cock. Adams hands finds her wide waist, pulling her closer. His body responding to how she squeezes and strokes his shaft. She gasps as he starts unbuttoning her blouse.
Their clothes fall away onto the floor. They are naked and exposed in the moonlight. The only sounds are their pounding hearts and ragged breaths.
Lilith positions his throbbing cock in between her legs. Their eyes lock, and the moment he enters her aching, and welcoming pussy, it was like her body remembers his cock as if it was a familiar sensation. In the Red Room he had fucked her countless times, so of course the body remembered. The feeling of him pulsing inside her is electric, a surge of overwhelming pleasure. Her nails dig into his back as he thrusts inside her. How strange is it that dreams can mirror "reality"?
Their kisses became deeper and more passionate. Every thrust is an act of defiance, a breaking of boundaries. She was lost in him and the rhythm of their bodies moving forward.
Their motions quickened, she intensely straddled him like she was trying to swallow his cock completely.
"Do you feel it? This is real life. You feel so good inside me."
Adam answers with a growl of primal pleasure, his body crashing into hers. They were becoming one. It didn't matter that Lilith raised Adam and has been his step mom for 13 years. From the age of sixteen to the age of thirty. Their identities in this moment didn't matter. They were fucking each other into oblivion. They were making love inside infinity where conventional thinking or societal norms dissolved.
She felt him everywhere, inside her, around her skin, and with each movement and moan their connection intensifies and deepens. Red curtains began to flow blending with their living room until the living room faded. They were in the Red Room and simultaneously in the waking world.
With Adam deep inside her, she could feel he was was close to reaching his peaks and she's was about to as well.
"Adam, baby stay inside me. I'm about to cum. Cum for me. Cum with me!"
And so he did. It was a shuddering climax. He kept pumping his warm cum inside her as they passionately kissed. They have crossed the abyss. Nothing will be the same again.
