It had been a while since Angel had resorted to perusing the hunting grounds a regular strip club, but it was easy pickings and he wasn't interested in paying someone to suck his dick tonight. He was looking to screw over some helpless prey, mentally and physically, an act he also hadn't done in a long time. Angel could get by on his looks alone but it was so much more satisfying taking advantage of a weakness by changing his appearance to that of someone's most important person. It's what he was bred for, after all, and broken, drunk women were the perfect quarry for an Ementior Demon such as himself.
The Desire's Veil club was a particular favorite of Angel's that he frequented more than any other. It wasn't a high class cocktail lounge, but it was quaint enough to keep an eye out for any possible prey from anywhere in the building. Angel nodded towards the security guard at the door, who didn't return the pleasure but nevertheless allowed the demon admittance. Angel couldn't help but smile hearing the excited murmur of the women waiting at the front of the line who had seen him. So predictable.
The blare of the club music had been audible even outside the building's walls but inside it was practically deafening. The bar, just long enough to seat a dozen or so people, stood off to the right but any occupants the bar stools had were out on the dance floor up farther ahead. At the very end was a stage and stripper poles, captivating the attention of the majority of onlookers as the "dancers" teased their audience in the most provocative manner possible. Luckily for the lustful bastards, their needs could be quelled in the private "lounge rooms" lining the left of the club. He would have need of one of those rooms by the end of the night, Angel grinned wickedly.
His eyes returned to the bar, meeting the figure of a lone female of long black hair already situated at the bar, waving away a group of women Angel presumed to have accompanied her here. Time to work his magic.
Angel walked over to the woman, fixing the cuff of his royal green overcoat as he went and brushing aside the locks of golden hair from his emerald green eyes... but what the woman would see would be an entirely different yet familiar individual most dear to her heart.
Eleora watched with great boredom as the bartender brought her another drink. She stared into the glass, mindlessly swirling its contents around. She was just about ready to leave when she heard a voice so familiar, it sent chills down her spine.
ReplyDelete"Hello. I didn't think I would find you here." She turned slowly to the male next to her. Her eyes knew who he was but her mind must have shut down completely. She sat there like a dear in headlights as Nikolai took the seat next to her.
He ordered his drink and she. . . well, turned back to the glass as if it could tell her if this was real.
"Are you ok?" Gosh, there was that voice again. . . he had to be real.
"Yep. Just. . . hanging out." She tried so hard to keep calm. But those eyes. . . those bright glowing red eyes had her grinning like an idiot. And the flourishing blush that she knew she sported wasn't helping matters.
"All by yourself?"
"Yes, my friends just left a few minutes. . . ago." She swallowed hard to keep her voice from breaking. The mixture of excitement and fear of making a fool out of herself had Eli avoiding eye contact with the warlock. She was so engrossed in not saying something stupid, that she hadn't noticed the increased shouting behind her. Still didn't notice until she was practically pulled into Nickolai's arms just in time to avoid a flying beer bottle that shattered against the counter.
"What-" Barely had she uttered the word before they found themselves pushed between fighting bodies. The sounds of glass breaking and flesh meeting flesh rang through the bar. It was practically deafening.
A tug against her arms had her turning towards Nick. His mouth moved but she couldn't focus on his voice as the music continued to boom around them.
"What?" She shouted back, knowing he wouldn't hear her either but still. . . she didn't know what to do!
A body suddenly slammed into her, nearly knocking Eli over the counter. It kept her pinned, there as she felt the struggle between the two brawlers increase in violence. Oh gods. Eli squirmed underneath until finally, the pressure vanished. Her eyes turned to meet the image of Nickolai slamming his fist into the male and sending him flying. Without another moment hesitation, he grabbed her hand and lead her through the fray.Grunts and screams sounded around her. Several moments she found herself dodging a fist and having to shove her way through people fleeing the scene.
And yet she didn't fail to notice how close Nickolai kept her as they pushed against the increasing body's to a door. The whole bar could have exploded for all Eli cared; her entire focus was on the increasing beat of her heart and the sudden dizziness that threaten to overcome her.
They raced inside the safe haven and slammed the door shut behind them. Their breaths came out in heavy spurts as the noise was dulled to nothing more than a background noise.
"Why. . . didn't you move?"
Eli's eyes slowly met his. Why didn't she?... Oh, because she was probably the stupidest girl on this earth. Perhaps because the guy of her dreams was finally talking to her. . . or maybe it was because she thought she could take on everyone!
"I. . . don't know." The moments passed. . . and something slowly dawned on Eli. It could have been the fact that the air had become thicker. . . perhaps it was because she was pressed tightly against Nickolai's body. . . or maybe that those eyes looked at her with something dark and forbidden in the depths that had her grow instantly aroused. But. . it didn't eventually dawn on her that they were alone. . . in a closed space. . . together. Oh gods. . . help her.
Well, this turned out to be more flawless than Angel could ever hope for. The lack of challenge was slightly disappointing; but then, drunk women at bars were always easy catches to begin with. Angel had to fight back a snicker and instead twisted it into a devilish grin, eliciting a rather beautiful rouge to Eleora's cheeks. Truly, this was one of his finer catches to date... Guess it was time to make this one night stand extra special.
ReplyDeleteAngel leaned in gradually towards Eleora, never severing his gaze from the smoldering gold of hers. Her eyes remained wide, disbelieving, and frantically exchanging glances between either of Angel's eyes. Yet, when his lips hovered just over hers and her breath was close enough to taste on his tongue, Eleora turned her head away.
Oh? Was she embarrassed? Angel smirked and instead moved to the crook of her neck, which elicited a magnificent gasp from his dark-haired prey. Her heartbeat thundered just beneath her skin, betraying the coy and lidded gaze she donned. It seemed his little mouse needed a few barriers broken down.
"Eli," he breathed lightly against her skin. Goosebumps instantly rose to the surface of her neck.
"N-Nik," Eleora replied shakily, her hands flailing uselessly before resting upon his shoulders. "We... we shouldn't-"
Her sentence cut off abruptly with a sharp, airy gasp as Angel licked at the groove under the corner of her jaw. The grip she had upon his shoulders tightened as her whole body tensed.
"Relax, Eli," Angel rasped, traveling the length of her jaw with his lips.
"This isn't... like you, Nik." She tried to turn her head away once more but froze as Angel kissed at the corner of her lips. He had to suppress a wicked chuckle and instead channeled it into a raspy groan.
"I can't get you out of my head, Eli. I've wanted you... for so long. I need you... now." Angel's eyes met Eleora's, watching as disbelief toiled with desire beneath those shimmering, golden eyes. The demon's gaze moved to the her lips and brushed his lightly along their plush surface. Like the timid little mouse she was, her reciprocation was modest yet nonetheless she allowed herself to open up to him. It was subtle, the way she began to mold her lips against Angel's, as if testing the waters and boundaries. He took the opportunity to encase Eleora's bottom lip, running his tongue along its surface and taking in her sweet taste. It was rich and light, yet with an undertone of darkness, something which had the demon unconsciously raise his eyebrows. She was quite the enigma, wasn't she?
To add more to the mystery, on the turn of a dime Eleora eagerly leapt into his lips and tangled her fingers in the thick locks of his hair. Her body fleshed tight against his as she suddenly became voracious. The shock that coursed through Angel nearly had him reeling, forcing him to regain his balance, but soon Eleora was coaxing him down as she laid longways on the lounge sofa. Her hands grasped at his clothes, reaching underneath where her fingers traveled along and between his shoulder blades. Angel pulled her waist tight against his, grinding slowly into her and eliciting loud and deep moans.
He didn't notice it until Eleora grinned at him between kisses that Angel was smiling, in earnest. It would've been enough to have the demon freezing in his tracks, except he was far too deep in lust to even think about stopping now. He may be enjoying himself a bit too much with this little mouse.