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Sweet Dreams

By on October 28, 2012
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This called for desperate measures. Agrat shook him. Nothing. She slapped him. No reaction. She reached down and wrapped her hands around his erect penis and started to rub it, stroke it, lick it, using every technique ever invented. Haha! That got his attention. He warmed and stiffened further in her experienced hands, growing harder as she expertly manipulated him. She stripped the sheets off his prone form and took him fully in her mouth, her throat perfectly suited to accommodate any length or girth. She was eager to make him moan, beg, cum, anything – more eager than she’d been in nearly a hundred years. Still, he slept. But, he was rock hard. Agrat licked her lips and smiled.

She straddled him and took his cock deep inside herself. She rode him with a frenzy she had never experienced in all her many thousands of years of existence. He was long and wide, and so hard. There was something about him that was almost unearthly, divine. No man is this perfect, she thought as she felt his cock throb inside of her, filling with cum, ready to explode inside of her and anoint her insides with his seed. She ground herself against him, working herself into a release that would match his own. She hadn’t felt like this in ages. In fact, she may have never built herself into an orgasm of such intensity in her entire life as one of the Queens of Hell. Agrat bat Machlat, Mistress of Salamanca, lover of the Archangel Samael, mother of Asmodeus, King of Demons, was having the fuck of her life.

And when she finally came, screaming into the South Beach night, he opened his eyes and smiled, grasping her hips and steadying her as she quaked. He came too, softly, spurting inside of her like the fountain in front of Versace’s mansion. As he released himself into her, he closed his eyes as if in a far-off daydream, as if he were listening to the sounds of some heavenly symphony that only he could hear.

When they both finished, and he opened his eyes with a grin, he kissed her on her sweaty forehead. “That was nice,” he said. “My name’s Gabriel. Do you always sneak into men’s apartments and fuck them silly?”

Panting, barely able to catch her breath, Agrat replied, “That. Was. Fucking. Incredible.”

“Oh.” Gabriel shrugged. “It was good for me too. Thanks. But can I ask a serious question?”

Agrat nodded, speechless and still breathless, sweating from every pore.

“What is it with you women nowadays? I mean, it’s a nice thing to wake up to and all that but, how the heck did you get into my apartment? Do you make a habit of this? Breaking into men’s apartments and fucking them? You know, if a man did this to a woman it would be called rape. My last girlfriend tried to convince me she was Lilith. I mean, really? That whole vampire/succubus thing is so yesterday. What men want nowadays isn’t sex and seduction, it’s love and companionship. I mean, next thing you know you’re going to tell me I’m the archangel Gabriel. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to sleep.”

And Agrat, demoness of whores, focused her eyes in the hottest, most seductive smolder she had ever pulled off before and said, “Wanna bet?”

But Gabriel was already fast asleep.

Sweet Dreams is an excerpt from an in-progress urban fantasy series about the four “Jewish” demonesses of hell (Agrat bat Machlat, Lilith, Naamah, and Eisheth Zenunim.) The first book is about Agrath bat Machlath. She is known as one of the four angels of sacred prostitution, daughter of illusion, the dancing roof-demon, mistress of the sorceresses, ruler of Salamanca, and a succubus. It is said that she mated with King David himself and produced a half-mortal son, Asmodeus, King of Demons. She is mentioned in the Zohar and in other Jewish texts.

For further information on the legendary character of Agrat bat Machlat, check out any of the following traditional Jewish sources: Pesahim 112b-113a, Midrash Bamidbar Rabba 12, Midrash Tehillim, Zohar 1:51, 1:54, 1:55, 3:113b, 3:114

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Staff writer and editor at Jewrotica, Karalyn Dane is a poet and a novelist with a penchant for beer and unusual vegetables. She may or may not live out the many fantasies that she writes about on this site.
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