The pounding music makes conversation all but impossible, and the combination of dim lights and black lights makes it hard for even a dark fae to see. But, even with the mingled smells of honey ale, whiskey, and perfume filling the air, I can smell you. It’s a smell I don’t recognize. The scent of flowers is strong, mixed with the smell of earth, which is to be expected from a fae creature. But you also smell musky, and strangely, of fire. Why would a light fae smell of fire?
My eyes scan the bar, searching. It’s not the succubus in the high heels and black leather, although my dick gives a small jump at the sight of her. Succubi smell of sex, but not flowers. You’re nowhere near the front of the bar.
I pick up my drink and walk slowly through the dark, peering into the corners. At this point I’m not even pretending I’m not hunting. I know you know I’m here. I pull back a curtain to see two light fae and a faun tangled up in each other. Any other time I’d lend a hand, but tonight I’m busy. I sniff the air and can tell I’m getting close. And then you’re there.
Your eyes find mine, and it’s clear you were waiting for me. The table that usually fills this booth is gone, and your form leaning back against the bench renders me immediately erect. Every part of this feels like a trap, but after one look at you I don’t care. Your leather boots reach up to your knee, and patterned stockings run the rest of the way up your leg. Your black skirt could pass for modest when you’re standing, but when you’re sitting down it’s easy to see the rest of your bluish legs. Your corset accentuates your waist perfectly, and barely holds your breasts in. But the most arresting part of you is your gray eyes.
Your eyes lock onto mine and your head tilts up, challenging me.
Who was hunting who? I wonder. Then, which one of us is going to end up on top?
I take in your figure again, feeling your pull stronger than ever now. You have to be at least part succubus with a body like that. I sniff the air again. Maybe part vampire, actually. That would explain the pull and the earth smell, but where is the fire coming from?
“It took you long enough.” Your voice makes my knees weak and I lean against the wall.
Siren. It makes sense now. The fire, the musk, and that voice.
“I wasn’t in any real hurry.” I lie, but I know it’s not convincing. The bulge in my pants is betraying me.
Your smile is wicked as you stand, your hips are mesmerizing. You reach out and stroke my dick over my hands with the lightest, most tantalizing touch.
“Someone was excited to see me.” You purr, and I see the glint of a tongue piercing flash behind your perfect teeth.
I grab your hand, wrestling for control of this situation. “You’re coming with me.” I growl, keeping my voice low to hide the quivering in my stomach.
Your eyes flash blue, and your lips are close enough to brush mine. “You’re coming with me.” Your voice is irresistible, and you lead me by the hand on quivering legs to the dance floor.
Suddenly your body is against mine. Your hands are around my neck, and you lean in to bite my ear. The smell of sex drips off you, and I can feel the wetness of your dripping pussy through my pants. It’s all I can do to keep upright as I run my hands up and down your body, every curve searing itself into my mind.
“You’re mine,” you purr again, and your tongue piercing brushes my ear.
My mind is blank, unable to think past the pounding music and the sensations of your body against mine. Acting on pure instinct, I run my hand through your long red hair, my mouth searching for yours. With a wicked smile you pull back, and I react automatically. Grabbing your hair I pull your head back and kiss you deeply, our tongues intertwining, and I feel something inside you give. Your body melts against mine again, but this time there’s an urgency to your grinding and a tiny moan escapes your lips.
I release the kiss and look into your eyes, now a deep blue. I run my fingers through your hair again, feeling your pointed ears.
“You’re mine now.” I growl, this time not trying to hide anything.
You nod, grinding harder. I pull my leg back and slide a hand up your skirt, feeling the warmth of your soaking pussy.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours.” You whisper, your voice ragged.
“You’re coming with me then.” I lead you by the hand back to your booth. My rooms are too far away and the streets are too dangerous for two fae with their guard down.
The walk back to the booth gives you enough time to catch your breath, and there’s some more fight in you now. As I throw the curtain closed you lick my ear again, then let your mouth rest on my neck for a moment, ready to bite down. For a moment I want to surrender and let you.
Definitely some vampire in there somewhere. I think as I pull your hair again. Now I know your weakness. We kiss again and I pull your head farther back to expose your throat and it’s telltale bite marks. Someone has fed on you recently. Maybe you’re even recently turned.
Your breasts glisten with sweat, and I cut the cords to your corset with one long fingernail. It falls to the floor and I step back, still holding you by the hair, to take you all in. Your aura burns bright now, and I can see it pushing against mine in ways I haven’t seen before. But my curiosity gets shoved aside as your breasts bounce out of the garment. Unable to resist, I cup one in my hand, pulling your head still farther back, and bring my mouth down to it. The nipple is hard, and salty from your sweat. You let out a soft moan that seems to fill the room. I need to hear more of those moans. I suck harder, then bite softly as you moan more loudly. I release your hair and cup the other breast, rolling the nipple softly between my fingers, then pinching just a little bit. You moan still more loudly, and start to move your hips slowly.
“Please.” The word from your mouth is almost too soft to hear, but it’s what I’ve been waiting for.
I stand up again and bite your ear, then whisper, “You’ll have to beg.”
Before you have a chance to respond I turn you around and push you against the wall. I bite your neck and pull your hips back against me. You’re grinding against me, but I want to explore you more. With the same long fingernail I cut your skirt off and let it fall to the floor. Your shapely ass is art itself, and I take a minute to kiss both cheeks, then bite the back of your thigh. Your knees buckle, and you whimper something incoherent.
“Not yet, my slutty little hybrid.” I growl again. I’m starting to get breathless with the thought of fucking your brains out, but I need to tease you just a little more.
My fingers slide between your legs and into your pussy. You push back, but I won’t give you any resistance. I run a finger up and down the roughness of your G-spot, feeling you shiver. Your pussy clenches slightly and I pull my fingers out. They drip with your juices, and I lick one finger clean. You taste like fruit, mixed with a nice wine. I lean against you and pull your hair back again so I can slide the other finger in your mouth.
“You like the way you taste, slut?”
You nod and push back again. But I hold your body forward even as my cock presses against your opening.
“What does a good girl say?” I ask, needing this teasing to end soon.
“Please.” You whimper and push again.
“Almost.”
“Please!” You nearly shout. “I’ll do anything.”
“That’s it.” I say as I slide into you.
Your tight pussy is slippery, warm, and everything I could have hoped for. I grab your hips and pull you farther onto me, feeling you stretch as I slide into you.
All thought of power, of teasing, of denying you pleasure goes out the window now. Now you’re just a tool for my pleasure, and I use you hard. I slam into you over and over again, hearing your cries of joy, or pain, or both. I pull your hair again, this time to kiss you as I grab your breast again. Your moans are hypnotic, and I realize you’re close to cumming. I wet my finger in your mouth, then slide it into your anus seconds before you orgasm. Your scream is audible even above the music as you climax, and your pussy tightens around my cock. I close my eyes, feeling pleasure I’ve only imagined, and cum deep inside you.
For a moment we stand still, sweating and trying to catch our breaths. I pull out of you and pull my pants back up. Your corset and skirt are easily fixed with a spell. You reach for a napkin to clean my cum, which is slowly dripping out of you.
“Not yet.” I tell you, and you stop. “You can clean up in a couple days when I’m done with you.”
Your smile is wicked again as you fish some cum out with your finger, then lick it clean. “Who knows if I’ll be done with you then?” Your voice turns my knees weak again.
We walk quickly out of the bar, heading for my rooms. All I know is I need to get you tied down soon, or you might get me tied down instead.
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