She breathed out a sigh of contentment as their hands roamed her body. The woman claimed her mouth while he explored her from behind. Although she would have done it regardless, she was grateful to the alcohol in her system; she allowed it to help her relax into their embrace. The three of them moved together in a rhythm, writhing along the bed in the room while similar pairings and groups echoed their sentiments throughout the space. The air was heady with the sounds and smell of sex. Pheromones floated through the smoky air, perfumed with incense and although the den was dimly lit, the dancing torch light was warm.
His hand finally found her core and he began stroking her through her underwear, gentle and slow at first, but building in momentum with every small moan of encouragement that escaped her mouth. She wanted him to feel her from the inside, but could not bring herself to ask. Instead she opened her legs to him and rocked her hips pleadingly. The bed was soft against her skin as she moved against him, willing him to sink an inch lower...
A calming but authoritative voice floated in through the haze of pleasure; as if reading her mind, her body, commanding him to slide the barrier of cloth to the side and begin a deeper exploration. She wanted to melt at the sensation of someone inside her, her already warm body heating up even more, her insides a pool of molten ore. With a single finger he caressed and prodded, the woman swallowing her sounds of enjoyment with kisses, which grew louder when she began to tease her nipples. She was elated as her hand clasped around her throat, pinning her in place as their tongues danced.
A sharp cry escaped her as she arched back for a moment, he had found some spot insider that shot a bolt of lightning pleasure through her. Stay... more... she tried to speak but her lips could barley form the words, her voice too taken by the sea of sensation to cooperate. The woman at her side continued to stroke her face and breasts, but turned her focus to another that approached.
"Add a finger." The voice directed. He sounded familiar but she could not be bothered to try and place it, as her momentary lover obliged and her pleasure doubled with the added appendage. Anytime she found herself focusing on the sensation too much, trying to think herself to finish out of concern for how long she was taking, the man instructing them would remind the female to her side to return to her. Her thoughts would be dispersed by the pressure of her lips on her own and she would once again be lost in the haze of pleasure.
She just wanted more.
"Don't.. stop.." She panted, her eyes closed, voice little more than the ghost of a whisper. The woman kissing her neck chuckled, and spoke to her accomplice.
"She said don't stop, whatever you are doing, keeping at it... exactly as you are." She encouraged, but made a point to remind him not to get any ideas.
"Oh I know," he responded confidently, "I found a spot."
Their voyeur kept an avid eye on her, reading her body and mandating his hands to go faster, when to ease up, and when to go harder. She could feel his eyes on her, as if he stepped closer with every whimper that escaped her.
He had to be standing over her, his presence washing over her like a blanket, she wished to feel his actual weight. But she pushed the thought to the side as she cried out again , approaching her end. It was always this moment that her body would come to a cross roads, either to embrace the pleasure and climax or to throw her back into the darkness that haunted her and cause her to have a panic attack. She needed to control her breathing, lest she hyperventilate and her body go the less savory route. She could feel herself begin to pull back from him, not wanting to panic Infront of all of these people. Her chest was starting to tighten, her instincts telling her to run.
"Talk to her." The voice, much closer as she had suspected, barked at the man wrapped around her. Without missing a beat his lips found her ear and he began to tell her how she was doing such a good job, how safe she was. Her brain filled with white noise and she relaxed back into him, the praise eating the anxiety instantly. His hand kept pulsing inside her and he pulled her tighter against him. She felt her face moving against her will as more cries escaped her the closer she came to the finish line.
Bless that alcohol, came a small thought in the back of her mind, usually she would be concerned about looking foolish, but finally she didn't care. She rode his hand, riding the wave of pleasure and sheer joy at letting herself have this. Her face contorting, she tried not to fight the orgasm threatening to make a mess of her, but her fearing of relinquishing control kept her at the threshold. Her body ached with the desire for release, her breaths no longer pants, but gasps wracking through her whole body. She began to whimper with need.
A small wave of air moved over her face, a small thrill went through her at the knowledge that that their captive audience of one was now crouching beside the bed, a mere foot from her. His voice was still commanding, but he spoke softer - as if not to startle her out of the fragile state of pleasure she lingered in.
"Talk her through it."
The male plunging his fingers inside her began to praise her again, but it didn't have the same effect. This fear wasn't like before... she found herself realizing she needed permission. She almost sobbed with relief when the mysterious voice took over.
"Let go... you can do it. Just give in and let go.." His voice was no longer commanding, but soft and coaxing, he breath tickled her neck as he lead her into oblivion. With a final cry she jerked away from them all, her body curling as she was released. She wanted to laugh as the woman at her side stroked her hair with one hand and high fived the man, now behind her, on a job well done. She opened her eyes, her mind quiet as she dissolved in the endorphin high, hoping to thank the man who had been just as much a part of her pleasure as the man who had been touching her. But he was gone.
She gave a small disappointed sigh, then rolled over and returned the favor. She found herself curious about how different the male sex was. Some men were almost the same size regardless of arousal status, others held some length and it grew when standing at attention, and for the first time she witnessed a man go from almost nothing to something quite substantial as she stroked him. She smiled to herself at the wonder of the male anatomy. At half mast, she took him in her mouth, loving the sensation of his growth on her tongue. She reveled at her victory, as although he had praised her as he was finger fucking her, that was nothing compared to the string of praised escaping with his moans and whimpers. She was perfect. She was unreal. She was a goddess. She was a demon.
I know, she thought to herself, as she felt herself feeding on his energy as his arousal grew. All inhibitions removed from her, she openly drank in the sexual energy in the air. With so many writhing bodies around, she needn't feed on any one person directly, she could take in the excess energy pooling around. She found herself high on it, laying on her back and dissolving as a person, just floating in space as a consciousness in a haze of contentment and pleasure, listening to the moans and climaxes going on around her. She wasn't sure when she, or if she actually had, fallen asleep but after some time a gentle tap on her shoulder caused her to crash back into her body. It was time to go and meet back up with her friends.
With a deep sigh, she rose, her head swimming. It took a few minutes for her completely settle into her body, the air was still a caress on her naked skin. Everything felt as though it was made of satin or velvet. Smiling contently, she let him dress her. Stepping into her skirt, she looked up into his eyes as h pulled it up and fastened it around her waist. The touch of his hand on her skin had her heating up again, and she pulled his face to hers hungrily. She wanted to feel another woman behind her, the sensation of soft breasts on her back and lips on the nape of her neck while she took his hand in her skirts and plunged him inside her again.
He pulled her from her fantasy, ending the kiss, with a reminder that she had people waiting for her. She huffed disappointedly, but he just smiled at her and kissed her forehead. She couldn't remember the last time she had let herself get lost in carnal instincts the way she had tonight, she was sad to leave it behind. Knowing herself, she doubted it would happen again. Still, she thought as she pulled on her wrap with a satisfied smile, she had thoroughly enjoyed herself.
Once dressed, she gave everyone a parting hug - and kiss - and returned to her carriage. Her body was still utterly relaxed and her mind content as she reached the rendezvous. Anna and Hunter piled in but Logan was no where to be seen. She greeted them both with a smile and a hug, and nestled back into her seat comfortably. She fought the feeling of being on edge as Logan finally materialized and entered the carriage, closing the door. He sat beside her and his face was completely neutral. There was something about his body language that made her uneasy. He was tense and his face was too neutral.
"And where have you been this whole time?" She asked, making her voice teasing and playful in the way that usually caused him to give her a irritable look.
"Coaching." Was all he said, a blatant lie, his voice measured. Her stomach twisted, he was never this guarded around her. The only time she could recall that she had seen him this on edge was the night before he had gone to sack a city full of women and children or the night he found out about why she was haunted by ghosts of the past. If he was holding his disdain for her back, out of a sense of respect to her, then that means he had done something tonight that he thought would trigger an actual fight. Her mind raced, had their been anyone of importance in the city tonight that he may had assassinated? She swallowed her suspicion and pretended to sleep, peeking out through her lashes every so often until she saw Anna and Hunter cuddled up and sleeping on the other side. Logan, it seemed, at relaxed just a little.
It had been about half an hour at this point and she could stand it no longer.
"Where were tonight, really?" She asked him, drawing his attention from the window to her face. His eyes were hard, and her breath caught. Perhaps it wasn't respect for her that he was hiding his actions of the night.. he looked as if he held back rage, his body once again going taunt as he faced her.
"I told you, I was coaching. It seems if I want something done right, then I have to give people step by step directions." His voice was flat, but it was clear he was irked.
"You expect me to believe that you were training soldiers all night while the rest of us went out and explored the night life in the city?" She didn't bother hiding her disbelief. She herself was growing cross, while it was true that she and Logan were not friends and often goaded each other until they almost came to blows, there had always been an underlying sense of respect; he had never lied to her before.
"Believe what you want." He scoffed, and turned his back to her once more, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked out the widow into the night. She did the same, turning her back and nestling deeper into the cushion of the seat. She wouldn't let him kill her buzz. She reflected back to the pleasure den and smiled, eyes closing and actually embraced sleep. She did not wake up for quite some time, but the sound of Anna's voice gently pulled her back to consciousness.
Anna and Logan were talking low, in Vampyr, still ignorant to the fact that she was completely fluent in the language. She kept her eyes closed, but her ears perked.
"Whats got you so mad?" Anna teased, placing a sweet kiss on Hunter's sleeping head.
"Who says I'm mad?" His voice was low, and with a small amount of relief, sounded relaxed. She wondered if he was smiling. His friendship with Anna made no sense to her, but she was glad for it in this moment.
"Jealous then?" She teased harder, her voice taking on a playful tone, but there was also a genuine question there.
"No," he said with a chuckle. "Jealousy would indicate that I view them as a threat. When I touch her, she will forget the touch of any who cam before me." His tone was more serious, and she wondered what kind of woman would have a heartless prick like Logan in a tizzy. For a moment she contemplated if his arrogance was earned, or if he was all bravado. She resisted the urge to shake her head to disperse that train of thought. What he said made her entire body, mind, and breath freeze.
"and I wouldn't need someone to fucking coach me to pleasure her properly."
Coach him? He said that he had been coaching someone tonight. If it wasn't soldiers... his words from earlier floated through her, ' if I want something done right, it seems I have to give people step by step directions'. She forced herself to breathe, to control her heart rate lest they realize she was awake.
"Did you have a good time at least, even if it wasn't you that got her there?" Anna asked sincerely.
Logan Scoffed.
"It may not have been my hands, but make no mistake, it was me that made her cum." His voice was surprisingly not haughty, but matter-of-fact. There was no bravado, there was only firm truth. But his familiar arrogance crept back in. "Besides, even with his hand inside her, it was me she wanted."
She suddenly choked on the gasp of realization as Logan confirmed being the voyeur from the den. Logan. Her nemesis. He had seen her orgasm face. Heard her vocalizing her pleasure. He would have endless ammunition that she had no defense against. Their acting was superb as she "woke up" from her coughing fit.
Logan was poised back at the window, now turned to her as if she had forced him from some reverie and looked at her with his usual disdain. Anna was "asleep", her head bent down while Hunter's rested in her lap.
"Bad dream." she said said in response to Logan's irked but curious stare. "I kept seeing your face." She huffed and turned back, hiding her face into the corner of the carriage and wanted to die. He muttered his usual sarcastic response in vampyr, but to her horror he kept speaking to her turned back.
"I don't doubt I'll be giving you unrestful sleep, seeing as you'll be dreaming of my voice soon enough. I wonder if you'll moan in your sleep. Or wake up choking, having dreamed of choking on me," His voice was flat and gave no inflection as he spoke, but his words had her cheeks flaming. She hated it, but she felt herself warm below and prayed he couldn't scent it.
"Good girl." He had.
"What?" she shot back, trying to maintain her mirage of ignorance.
"You're annoying." He said in her tongue, and although she hated the thought, she wondered what his would taste like.
"Whatever." She huffed, and pretended to go back to sleep. She was too on edge and he could tell, but mercifully he went back to the window and allowed the rest of the journey to finish without calling out her charade.
