Whoa, after the last few blanks I've shot out, now I'm coming back
into the fold of lemon-writing.  Perfectly sets the tone for the
next project I'm in the process of completing.  (Who knows?  I might
even continue after *that* into the third chapter of Whoremonger.)

Dark Stalkers is a Capcom thingee.  (And so is Pocket Fighter!  
Whatta great game!  Whatta great parody!  Whatta great SD Chun Li!)

If you've read any lemon I've written, you'll know exactly what I'm 
going to be writing about.  Honest.  I am such a *predicatable* 
lemon writer... all about sex, pressure points, and chainsaws... :)

*****

It was, in the land of Nod, the time of Resolution, a time of cleansing
wherein entire races have been discarded like so much chaff, or 
eliminated completely.  In the aftermath of the last such, humanity
had been represented in part by its men of cloth, by its victims of
shadow-dwellers, and its long departed still lurking.

It had been, as it was, a hospitality to the hosts for the past 
Resolutions, well-recieved but ill-portrayed.  In the end, the humans
and human-like became prey to the less sophisticated of the brood,
trapped in the familiar yet black-shifted haunts of their memories.

The next Resolution might ensure the disappearance of the human race.

***

"You have failed."

The silhouette moved not.  Under the attentions of the Whole, it only
spoke:  "If that is your judgement."

The other effected its integrity on the shadow, hinting at the 
influence and essence of what it was.  As though this was necessary
at that locale, at that node of existence.  "It is not just my 
judgement, it is the judgement of the People."

"If the People find my performance inadequate, I move that They enact
punishment upon me."  Its darkness flickered brightly, solidly.

"Morrigan," the Vox spoke, enforcing her form onto her, cleaving a
segment, excised from the fold.  She felt features fashion themselves
to familiarity, enveloping her name in curve and light.  She went so
far as to open her mouth and her eyes, and langorously stretch her
limbs.  "Morrigan," it continued, smoothing the cloths around her 
bodice, "a punishment has been enacted."

She felt the intense winds buffet her body, flinging her hair around
in whirls.  She pushed against it, convincing her orientation to 
stabilize.  "Am I to be Removed?" she voiced, immediately hazarding 
her throat to the implacable gale of Reality.

"Much worse, Morrigan," it continued, communicating as completely as
it could, in every aspect of her current being.  "You are to be
Restrained."

"Restrained?"  It was much worse than she thought.  "Am I to dwell
the human world, a mind parasite?"

"If need be, Morrigan.  Your fate now lies with their lot."

She twirled her locks in agitation.  "Then I must be allowed to
participate in the Resolution."

"Unacceptable."

"Then tell me why that is so!"

She heard a chuckle.  "Because you cannot see the significance of
the Second Brood, sister."

Behind her, a shaft of silk molded a figure much like hers, yawning
from beyond, shapes rapidly infusing detail and volume, until it
had stepped forth, revealing an unexpected face.

"Lilith!"

"In the flesh, as they say."  She now voiced her words, as well as
communicated throughout the entirety of her body.  She took her time
to utilize every measure of her aspects, framing the entirety of her
existence in all but one aspect.  "You cannot go to the Resolution."

"Because you are going."  She crossed her arms in front of her, in
compensation for the other channels of commune which she did not
have.

"That is correct."

Morrigan impatiently tossed her hair, and asked, "but why all the
interest in your Husband's breed, Lilith?  Cannot they survive
without our vanguard?"

Lilith replied, "Adam's lot is a dying breed, sister.  They have
been impured by the Latter Races.  If they do not survive, we, who
have thrived upon their unbecomings, will not survive.  It is the
way we are."

Morrigan's eyes grew ablaze, as she faced Lilith.  "You whore!
You dare bring down our entire Brood just to be concubine to your
Husband's?"

"Fool!  It is my blood which runs through their veins, his and mine!"
With menace, she took steps to put her toe-to-toe with Morrigan.  
"God damn those who forget my suffering."

"Indeed."  Morrigan pushed away at her thoughts of God-fear, and
focused her anger on her position.  "But it is the Third that sponsor
this Resolution.  They are the ones who long to vanquish the Second!"

"Or to absorb it.  Cain has not been known to shepherd his flock."

"Surely, you must realize that I have had the most contact with the
Thirds!  I am the one best suited to compete for us."

Factions of disbelief and outrage spoke out their dissent, but Lilith
herself remained calm.  "The Marked Ones are not the only Race willing
to remove the humans.  We must show that we will not tolerate this."

"I insist!"

Lilith took a moment, a long time, then responded.  "So be it.  We 
must compete to see who will represent us in the next Resolution."

At that, Morrigan stood to a stance, eyeing Lilith as she detached
from the Whole.  The battlefield has been chosen to be the physical,
as this was the mode of combat of the Resolution.

Lilith lazily threw herself into a rush, arms extended straight for
her sister's abdomen.  Morrigan sprung upwards, gliding along an
upraised fist.

Much to her dismay, as she landed, Lilith grabbed her by the breast
from behind, teasing her nipples.

"Oh, is that your plan?"  Morrigan clamped her hands on Lilith's 
waist, flung them in the air, as she turned to throw her sister.

Lilith pinched her nipples, causing her let go at the last second.
The former dislodged from her grip, licking blood from off her
fingers.

Ignoring the pain in her chest, she spun forward, sharpening her
cloak's edges to a blade's.  Lilith knelt and parried with her 
forearms, allowing Morrigan to sail above her head.

When she landed, instead of allowing Lilith to turn, she grasped
the latter's buttocks, caressing the area between the cheeks.

For a moment more, Lilith was immobilized.  This was all Morrigan
needed to push their bodies to the ground, pinning her beneath.

Using both hands to force Lilith's legs apart, Morrigan reformed
her nether flesh into a cock, and slowly pushed its head into
Lilith's anus.

To her surprise, Lilith held the penis with her hands, pushing it 
out.  Once the head came out, she began to rub the helmet, twisting 
her body slightly.

Morrigan, however, still had her hands in between Lilith's thighs,
which she started to rub.  Seconds later, she had found the latter's
clit, and was teasing it.  Leaning forward slightly, she licked at
Lilith's neck and ear.  "Submit, sister," she breathed.

Unwilling to comply, but unable to contest, Lilith muttered under her
breath.  Morrigan felt the hands loosen over her sexual appendage, and
proceeded to apply it to Lilith's lower cheeks.

The gambit opened, the shorter haired succubus/incubus grasped, instead
Morrigan's own arse, pulling the latter closer, and plunging the member
deeper into the anal cavity.  Lilith then tilted, flattening herself to
face the floor.  Morrigan shifted her hands from her crotch to wrap
them around the smaller form's waist.

Lilith let go of Morrigan's buttocks, and concentrated on levitating the 
two of them slightly.  With a brusque movement, she twisted at their
joining, illiciting a yelp from on her neck.  Morrigan had to allow the
movement to continue, removing her embrace, the stiff cock not allowing 
her to break alignment with the curve of the turning ass.

Completing the transition, Lilith found herself arched, with Morrigan 
limply laid on her legs, the latter's legs up in the air.  With a 
gymnast's flexibility, Lilith did a split, turning along her pelvis,
so that she ended up face-to-face with the other, as though hanging
completely onto Morrigan's body, in her embrace.

"It was foolish of you to enter me behind, sister.  You had the upper
hMMPH."  Morrigan took advantage of Lilith's flailing tongue and
wrapped it with her own.

The long-haired seductress put her full weight on her hips and ground
her pelvis onto her sister's, projection fully ensconced within the
older's sphincter.  Lilith could taste lilacs on her tongue, a heady 
opium musk that caught deep in her throat, threatening to claim her.

Desperate, Lilith retracted her tongue, and, as hard as she could, bit
Morrigan's.  The taste of blood roused her, but Morrigan served only
to thrust harder, faster.  Morrigan wrapped her arms around, Lilith's
and grabbed fistfuls of the short light-lavander hair.

The heat, the sheer energy and the influx of stimulus was more than
she could take:  Lilith began to rapidly lose coherence, become nought
more than mist.

Morrigan slumped, haggard and prone.  The taste of lust lingered, as
pure as the blood she herself bled.

"So be it, Morrigan."  Lilith released the amorphous form, replenished.
Her hooded look did not betray any anger, or appraisal, for that matter.
"You have proven yourself.  Represent us in the Resolution."

"Thank you, Lilith."

"However, I will still attend and compete."

"What?"

Lilith stroked her hair from her ears.  "Maybe... maybe I have been too
quick to judge the Others.  You are strong, Morrigan, you are tough, as
result of your contact with them."  Morrigan even thought that she, the
Mother of the First Race, smiled.  "I will attend, for myself."

*****

Damn.  I wanted to be a little more imaginative in the combat scene.
I mean, it's a battle of succubuses, right?  We're talking major
potential for really freaky sex here!  ^_^

So, it might now be obvious that I have not watched the anime, nor
followed the actual story of the game.  Well, I like my interpretation
of things, so there!  ;P

Any commentary (especially on lemon writing style!) is welcome.

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