Inside Boulevard 9 [DamonHuntington x Love]

[Love]

Candice Elaine Godfrey adjusted the sterling silver necklace and positioned the clasp to the back of her neck. She placed her palm over the precious stone that dangled just below her collar bone and gently smiled. She coveted green opals, and she especially desired this one. The matching tear drop earings were just as lovely, too. They were classy, flattering, and mysterious; with how they glittered like a mini universe, and how you were always searching their depths for answers. Very much like she was, in her own right. A mystery. An enigma. A lady who had fashioned her own universe, and had shaped her own destiny.

The Madonna of Chicago, some coined her - to those who appreciated her beauty. Candy, to those who were after her money. And for those who were after her power, well, Duchess Elaine did just fine. But in general, she was the Madame of Boulevard 9, the owner of Chicago's upscale night club that catered to any who could afford the pricey drinks and slaphappy girls. Yes, Elaine had made some names for herself, and she felt as though she was only getting started. There was more to her then just a successful night club, a wealthy name, and a Mafia at her fingertips. The stunning jewelry was only one gift she had received from the Mayor of Chicago, and it wouldn't be her last.

"Madame, your table is ready." A girl peeked into Elaine's private room, located in the loft of Boulevard 9, and she smiled. "You look beautiful. Red compliments your skin tone."

"Thank you." Elaine replied, confidently. She didn't need compliments, but she knew how to be nice. Being nice had opened many doors for her, and even though this particular girl had no doors to rape, Elaine still took pride in setting an example for other females. She stood up from her white vanity, and snugged the red velvet dress down her thighs just inches above her knees. She had creamy legs, long and sleek, and the black stilettos only made her appear taller then her average five foot seven height. It wasn't that she enjoyed having some men look up into her eyes, but it was those heels that she adored so much.

When Candice descended the stairs from the loft there was always that moment of pride which swirled in her chest. The music was adulterous, the neon lights were moody, and the smell of cigar smoke, alcohol, and body musk was beckoning. She took her time with the metal stairs, letting her hand slide down the railing as she surveyed the majority of the ground floor. Boulevard 9 was celebrating its 25th anniversary tonight, and there were streamers, balloons, and tinsel all over the establishment. There were familiar faces, but most were strangers. Everyone was dressed up in a little more glam tonight, whether that entailed nothing more then just extra make-up, an extra effort in casual attire, or extra attention to the little details that attracted greed, lust, and love. It was marvelous to Elaine, and she smiled.

There was something different in the air tonight besides extra fluff, Elaine thought, and as she took her usual seat at her usual table, she fixated her heart into discovering what it might be. Elaine had golden, blonde hair that made Hollywood jealous, and expressive blue eyes. It was easy to underestimate her as the cliche, dumb blonde most jokes are made of. Sometimes she let them have their jokes, too, because Duchess Elaine always had the last laugh. She had a heart-shaped face with a cute nose, prominent cheek bones, and plush lips painted over with glossy red lipstick.

A server placed her usual drink down in front of her, but she ignored it. She didn't feel like settling down into the booth at the moment. She would be meeting some people tonight, of course, and normally felt eager to go about business. But instead, her eagerness seemed misplaced, and so did the normality of it all. She crossed her legs and leaned back against the cushion of the booth, and folded her arms in front of her melon sized breasts. She was restless, she realized, and she hated how it made her feel uncomfortable. It made her feel not in control, and not being in control was unacceptable to Candice Elaine Godfrey.

 

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The cold breeze of the night flared the edges of Demetrius Morgenstern's cape as he entered the premises of Boulevard 9. He walked through the common area, grinned seductively at the hostess that was in control of the guest flow and soon was granted entrance to the most hidden areas of the den that was rife with depravity and lust.

Still, Demetrius was far from the customary client of Boulevard 9, as he held a secret that few were made aware of. He was a vampire, and a powerful one in fact - to the point that his body exuded an aura of seduction and intoxication that affected the perception of the ones nearby him. No matter how hard they attempted to resist, if they were close for long enough, they would be taken by his personal form of charm; they would be helpless preys at the hand of a creature of the night who'd have free rein to do as he wished. His appearance, likewise, tended to be regarded as stunning by most humans: the vampire had an elongated, graceful face that was reminiscent of an exotic feline; his eyes glistened with the colour of a rich chocolate hue and crimson undertones; his body, standing at a height of exact 6 feet tall, moved fluidly without any rush or delay during the motion; the clothes he wore were decidedly Victorian in style and beautifully crafted - a burgundy shirt and a black waistcoat, coupled with a black pair of pants that left little to imagination and a floating cape that drooped from his shoulders.

Thus, it was not surprising that the effects of his looks and personality had already begun to show as soon as he entered the place. Demetrius noticed a handful of females - and one or two males - glancing intently at his visage as he made his way to one of the tables; still, he was not interested in an easy hunt, and paid them no attention in return. The vampire preferred to be surrounded by individuals that had some spine - that thought they enjoyed to control until proven otherwise. Otherwise,
there would be no point to the whole seduction game.

Once he arrived at the table, he motioned for the waitress to come to his direction and flashed a smile at her. "What are you having tonight, Sir?", the worker asked as she leaned forward, revealing more of her cleavage; Morgenstern could not help but deduce that the waitress served more than foods and drinks in this venue. "I'd like a glass of wine. French wine, preferably of Malbec variety, but I'll take a Carménère if you have no options of the previous type", he replied with a smirk on his face, pretending to react to the advances of the waitress.

"Will that be all?", she inquired in response, sliding a finger across his chin in an obvious display of what else was on the menu that night. Nonetheless, Demetrius leaned forward and whispered in her ear - "that will be all; I do not pay for this kind of service, and you cannot afford my cost", came his snarky reply with a brief wink.

With amusement, he watched the waitress walk away, apparently dissatisfied with something - was it his comment or the fact that he did not accept her services that made her react like that? With a wave of the hand, Morgenstern dismissed that lie of thought; there was plenty to see and, more importantly, feel tonight. The air was filled with the heavy smell of sex and cigars, acting as a prelude for the things to happen.

The vampire directed his gaze to the dancefloor and to the other tables, taking in the sights of the whole environment as he sought for his nightly dose of entertainment.​

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[Love]

The amorous enticement of Boulevard 9 continued. Invitation was on the table, everywhere you looked. You just needed to play by the rules; and really, the rules were made up as the night grew long. In the back recesses of this loose community were pole dancers; females with nothing but scanty-clad bikini bottoms, and even a male or two. They were fluid, entrancing, and entertaining, to say the least. They made their flaunt upon raised podiums and diases strategically positioned around the room, and every once in a while they stepped down and joined other dancers, or encouraged others to participate in their lewd fun.

Flanking these deeper rooms of Boulevard 9 were recessed booths built into the walls. Normally, they had large, oval wood tables that were heavily varnished and a semi-circular black-leather couch that could seat nine - give or take. A curtain could be pulled for privacy upon a party who sat within. A couple of these private alcoves, however, were much nicer and comfortable. Along with the large table there was a couch or two, some armchairs, floorspace, and 'on-the-house' amenities like nuts and olives. It was one of these lavished spaces, booth 2, that was Elaine's, alone. With the curtain untouched, she sat with a full view of the sprawling room.

She had seen him.

How could you not notice the victorian-era clad man who weaved through the groups of people with a confident step? And his cape? He attracted attention. Some wondered about his getup, but roleplay wasn't uncommon around Boulevard 9. Elaine had eyes for him...for those stunning features and packed pants, but she didn't dwindle long. Business first, then play. ...maybe.

A gentle touch was first felt upon Demetrius' back left shoulder blade, and fingers ran to the collar of his waistcoat. Fingertips nearly skipped over the hem and almost touched the skin of his neck before pulling away just shy from doing so. Another server was at his table, it appeared. This time a male. He came around Demetrius' chair and placed a glass of wine down. He smiled, flirtatiously. He was thin, lean, and sinuous, and wearing nothing except for some ass-hugging spandex pants.

Boulevard 9 seemed to work it hard to please their customers. That waitress who Demetrius had rejected was now replaced by a different beast of nature. He put a palm on the table and locked his elbow, standing with his hip rested against the edge of the table. "Montes Alpha Carmenere, for you, as requested." His tone was smooth and relaxed, and his head tilted with a smirk, "But if you want to get a little close, I can show you where they keep the Crocus?"

For Candice, the Anniversary party was fine. She had noted a few attendees who were scheduled to meet with her, casually doing their thing. They were waiting. If there was any rule in Boulevard 9, it was that you did not approach booth 2 unless invited to do so. Restlessness was still lingering in the air around her, though, and her eyes kept on returning to that man in the cape. Chip was trying to make a move on him, and Candice now watched with interest. It had been awhile since she had invited a stranger to chitchat with her. Perhaps she would do so, just for the sweets. Yes, she might do so just to get under the skin of those waiting to do business with her. It would make her feel good, as always, to know that she controled other people's time. The boost will take care of the restless feeling, too.

Her eyes narrowed, trying to judge the stranger clad as a mysterious gentleman from across the room. Was he worth her time, though? She tried to discern this, while finally taking a sip of her own wine. It smelled like vanilla and licorice, and was smooth down her throat accompanied by an aftertaste of sweet berries.

 

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The music and atmosphere seemed to take all of the humans into a trance-like state, as far as Demetrius could see. Everyone seemed to bow down to the feelings of debauchery and pleasure that ran rampant in the club; it's as they could feel, deep within their bones, that this was a place that screamed of forbidden desires and guilty pleasures. The vampire pressed his back against the seat with great satisfaction, relaxing more and more as the night progressed. He seemed to have visited a place that completely corresponded to his expectations.

The sight of two eyes briefly looking at him soon snapped him out of his nocturnal reveries. The woman that gazed at him shortly seemed to have a regal aura, as if she controlled the place - which in fact could be the truth, as Demetrius recognised her face from somewhere. She seemed to be influential and powerful; exactly the type of person he'd be willing to corrupt to the bone and then some more after some degree of begging and discipline. The prospect made him shiver with anticipation... maybe she should be his victim for the night until she was made breathless.

The arrival of the waiter with his wine interrupted his musings, the server's fingers brushing close to his skin. In other conditions, Demetrius maybe would have some fun with the man as a brief past-time activity; still, for tonight, he had already acquired his target. The vampire awaited until the server leaned forward and spoke his indecent proposition, which was only met with a sharp pulling of the waiter's hair. "I'll pass on your proposal, as I surmise you lack enough to sate my thirst. As I told the other server before, I do not pay for my desires, and I have very high standards for those that I grace with my presence", Demetrius retorted as he scratched the other male on the chest, leaving a faint red imprint behind before he dismissed his presence with the wave of a hand.

Morgenstern raised the glass, swirling the liquid inside and appreciating its strong colour under the dim lighting of the venue. He smelled the contents by taking a discreet whiff right above the recipient. The wine was then taken to his lips, rich and filled with flavour: notes of chocolate and red berries left a strong impression as soon as the liquid was swallowed without any degree of haste, followed by an aftertaste of vanilla and oak. The quality of the product was commendable, but Demetrius wanted a different kind of liquid gracing his tongue.

Unwilling to wait, he stood up and grinned widely, knowing fully well that he was being assessed - few details escaped from the attention of the vampire: the glancing of the woman towards him, no matter how brief, was not going to be an exception. The vampire took confident steps towards the second booth, despite knowing that it was an unspoken rule of the club that no one was allowed to approach the seat without permissions. "Rules are meant to be broken by the strong", he quipped to himself as he languorously moved to his destination.

He had a strategy, though - he fully knew that those of importance played little games of power, and that they did not enjoy feeling like they were losing. When cornered, Demetrius knew that the mighty would unwittingly try to prove their worth to whomever they are confronted by, which actually put them - without their knowledge - in a place of submission. Morgenstern could only hope that his analysis was accurate.

"Evening. I could not help but see you looking at me from a distance, but I was unsure whether you'd deserve my time or not", said the vampire in a cockily manner, taking seat atop one of the armchairs and placing his arms over the armrests to occupy as much space as possible. "Thus, I thought the best way to determine that would be to come by and see it by myself... although few are ever worthy. Fret not, I am used to this. I shall not hold it against you if you prove yourself to be like the others. Oftentimes, a strong façade is a perfect disguise for someone that is not like they seem to be", Morgenstern remarked as his smirk widened more and more. His aura began to exude more strongly, the arousal acting as a driving force for his power to push and prod in whichever ways he deemed necessary.

They were now playing his game, and he was not intent on losing.
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[Love]

"Whoa..." Chip expressed bewilderment to Demetrius. He stumbled his stance when his hair had been snagged and pulled like a leash, only to be snarled at and humiliated. Both his hands outstretched by his sides with palms up in a dramatic show to point out that he hadn't touched the customer. "Hey, hey..." Chip pleaded, and then sucked in some sharp air when Demetrius caught his chest with a nail. Chip backed away quickly, "no need to tell me twice man,.." he shook his head and skipped away; dismissed and reeling in shattered pride.

It was nothing but a trivial disagreement. The occurrence was witnessed by few, and Boulevard 9 continued bathing in sin without skipping a heartbeat.

Elaine would have snickered, knowing Chip would be pouting for hours, but she deemed it unladylike. The stranger of interest was not easily charmed. He had standards, and Elaine could relate. Not that she cared, but it served to judge his personality by far. As he downed his wine Elaine shifted her gaze away. It had been decided; she would invite him to booth 2.

Yet, no... he would just invite himself, she quickly learned. Like a bull, she thought...a cocky bull with an easy stride.

No one challenged him or tried to stop him. This is because Elaine never gave the discreet hand signal to do so. It perturbed her that he was taking this decision from her, but she would milk it gracefully, and masquerade the occurrence to spectators as a planned meeting. She needed, and wanted, to always appear in control. He welcomed himself into her privacy, and oddly enough, Elaine did feel a small tug of weakness upon her resolve. Just for a brief instant, she was drawn to him, and she felt like she was privilaged to be in his presence. It too made the rest of the night's activities, however dull and repetitive, glow like they had been gifted promises.

She shook that off though, watched him take a seat, and listened intently to what he had to say beneath the raised slant of a single eyebrow. Cockiness came in many sizes, and boy was his large! Elaine concluded that he didn't know who she was. He couldn't have, or he wouldn't have been so bold with assurances - as if her booth was open to anyone! A bright smile stretched over her pretty features because she found him, honestly, ignorantly amusing. He spoke about a blowjob. It was the assumption on her part, because what else could he be poking about in a place like this under such choices of words? Her right arm rested atop the table just inches from her wine glass, slender and feminine. The nail of her pointer finger tapped the glossy finish of the table while she studied him and his package. He stroked her competitive spirit. He provoked her to try and meet his expectations for a satisfactory blowjob, and she regarded this in the silence of a few seconds before replying back to him in a matter-of-fact tone, "That's funny, because I had been wondering the same about you - if you deserved my time or not."

She slipped herself off the booth and stood up. With a well-practiced wiggle and the assistance of her palms she had straightened the bottom of her dress back down her legs from where it had rode up. The red velvet hugged her curves deliciously. It was an off-the-shoulder style, laying nude the smoothness of her shoulders, collarbone, and neck. Her golden hair was shiny and silky; long enough to rest against her shoulder blades. Three steps took her to the curtain of the room just in time to meet a waitress who was entering with a bottle of wine and clean glass. Elaine took both from the girl while sneaking a glance towards those three men who waited their turn to speak with her. Even from across the room she could see their annoyance at being made to wait. It pleased her, and she dismissed the waitress, drawing the curtain shut from those prying eyes.

Now in the privacy of the heavy curtain, Elaine walked to where Demetrius had made his seat. She should have been angry and put off at the service he thought she provided, but she wasnt. Aside from the pleasure of eating time, there was another carnal pleasure hovering over this strange and confident man that pulled her to him like a magnet. Closing the distance between them, she realized how badly she wanted him. She wanted to suck him. It had been so long, she couldn't remember when. But Elaine wasn't going to just throw herself at him like easy meat. She needed an upper hand. She needed to be in control, even if she was going down to her knees.

She stopped and stood right before him allowing her blues to meet his intense chocolate browns, slightly leaned over at the waist, and sat the empty glass down on a side table within his reach. She then popped the cork, tilted the bottle, and poured him a new glass of wine. "What's in it for me?" She inquired, setting the bottle down gently.

Seductively, she moved even closer to Demetrius, to the degree of her creamy knee ending up between his parted ones. She leaned further to quietly speak into his ear, bending at the waist and laying a gentle hand on his leg just below the bulge in his pants. "I am not like your others," she assured him. Her voice purred like a jaguar, "Nothing of quality is for free, and this kind of quality is hard to tag." Her lips moved away from his ear and she looked again into his eyes. Her fingers trailed dangerously close to his bulge, deliberately. "You are unaware of who I am. Show me what you've got, and I will finally decide if you are worth my time. It would be disappointing to you to learn that your pride messed up this rare chance, as it has twice already tonight. Pay up, and I may allow you a taste of that worthiness you seek."

 

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It seemed like Demetrius was correct in analysing the woman; she, instead of the other people that attempted reaching out to him during this eventful night, seemed to have enough fortitude to try and keep a semblance of control. She seemed resolute, fiery, intense - the exact kind of woman that Morgenstern liked to break, little by little, until their resolve was pulverised to shambles and burnt to ashes.

The man watched bemusedly when Elaine closed the curtains of her own volition, knowing that this was a tool that he could use to his favour if necessary. His glass was filled with the crimson liquid in a gracious motion, to which he thanked Elaine with nothing more than a nod of the head. The message implied by such gesture was evident, however: he was thanking her for serving him, even if through such a trivial task. Demetrius knew that the details are of utmost importance.

The man gracefully moaned as she leaned towards him and slid her fingers over the fabric of his pants, making a deliberate sound that was supposed to lure his prey with the promise of unspeakable desire. Demetrius let her speak to her heart's content, even going so far as to letting her speak about the possibility of a payment without striking back with a witty comment.

One thing was for certain: she seemed to be confident in her abilities. Whether that confidence was warranted, or not, had yet to be seen. Her golden hair rested perfectly on top of her shoulders and her clothes were elegant and refined - it could be surmised that she took great care of her appearance and held her self-image in high regard. Elaine seemed to be extremely calm and composed, but Morgenstern knew that there was always a weak point to be exploited. Every human had a weakness.

Once Elaine stopped talking, the nocturnal creature replied. "You seem to not understand the implications of our rendezvous, my dear", he said as he swirled a strand of her hair around his slender index finger. "If I leave through the curtain at this very moment, right after the moment you indicated your interest for me by closing it, your reputation will be stained. Pretending that you have control - that you hold the cards, so to say - might work on others, but you'll realise that these kinds of tactics have absolutely no effect on me", Demetrius proceeded as his fingers now descended across the woman's neck, grazing the skin ever-so-lightly as they moved downwards. "You say that nothing of quality is for free, and I am compelled to agree with you", Morgenstern stated with a smile as he prepared the next part of his speech. "That is exactly why my price is high, although I might be compelled to make an exception for you depending on the circumstances."

With his fingers outstretched, Demetrius touched Elaine's exposed neck and clawed lightly, a soft murr exiting his lips as he did so. "What's in for you is a night of pleasure and debauchery, rife with a level of depravity that you have never seen or felt before. What's in for you is the chance to still keep an appearance of control for the outer world while you serve me, lest I decide to leave and show that you are not as in command as you seem to be. What's in for you...", the male spoke as he grabbed the mysterious woman's hand and placed it against his cock, "...is this."

"Take it or leave it", he proposed with a wicked smile. "I won't make the same proposal twice."
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Candice remained near to Demetrius, allowing his finger play with her hair. She didn't mind it at all. She gave a small smile. Her hand grazed the tightly woven fabric of his pants, tracing enough pressure upon his inner thigh to alight imagination to his member. Her body responded to his deliberate moan, subtly. Like an eager sail being influenced by a breeze.

But that fire he saw within Elaine birthed into her blue orbs when he threatened to walk out. She didn't like what he had said. She pouted, deliberately enough to show him her dislike. Elaine didn't like how smart he was being, and didn't appreciate his observations. He was not only sharp over his own self, but he was now revealing how sharp he was with his environment. He was a dangerous man to have picked up on the little things that mattered most to her; he was cunning to try and turn them against her.

Only his touch that traveled across her neck seemed to stifle a premature end to this rendezvous. She imagined walking out on him, instead, if he wanted to play those kinds of games. Leave him hang'n in this booth for all to see. Right now. Elaine would use his own threat to display who was in charge. She didn't need to stay here, either, and walking out would concrete her control. And the Duchess would have done so, really. But she didn't. Elaine continued to remain, listening to what else this stranger had to say. Something compelled her to take it all in, and to capture every single word he said.

Every single lewd description- pleasure, debauchery, depravity - made her squirm in lust. She tilted her head in the direction of his flirtatious clawing, and gave him a greedy smile...an interested smile. Then, a sudden moan of satisfaction when he guided her hand firmly to his confined cock. Elaine felt his meat - her heart beat heavily. Her fingers pressed and massaged into the mound, feeling stiffness. She didn't shy away from his wicked grin, no. Elaine's palm took an independent discovery of its own, picturing with her mind's eye what her hand was discovering. Her mouth parted lightly, and her hovering body swayed nearer to him. She liked what she felt, and she made sure he liked what he saw; with her ass in the air and her breasts trying to hang from that shapely dress, she gave him a salacious view.

"A compromise then." She decided, speaking sweetly. Both her hands were now on his waist, working with any belt, clasp, button, or zipper to bring out his limb. Elaine also squatted down, her shoulders on the same plain as Demetrius' knees. From a hood of dark eyelashes her eyes rested steadily upon his as her fingers worked expertly, "You leave only when I tell you to leave, and I won't stop until you tell me to stop."

He stooped her to a compromise, but it was of little consequence. They tugged over such a minor thing. He found something that made her itch, but it was harmless in the big picture. He would get off fast, she would get him out of her system, and then she would tell him to leave. Simply done. Candice Elaine Godfrey liked to be in control, but her empire was not free from compromises.

 

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The compromise seemed like a good enough starting point for the vampire; more than that, actually, as she foolishly said that her motions would continue until Demetrius told her to stop. Candice was unaware of the meaning held by her words, but soon she would realise what she had gotten into. "A compromise would suffice", smirked Morgenstern in a self-satisfied way as he watched the woman dexterously open his pants. The air had the pervasive scent of sex that was fuelled by the vampire's own kind of energy, lingering as an aura that covered the whole booth.

"By the way, the name is Demetrius. You'd better not forget it, since you'll be screaming it later", stated the man cockily as he looked deep into Candice's eyes. "In fact, you seem intent on wasting time as much as you can, so I shall make a proposition to you...", Morgenstern said as he slid a finger against the woman's lips slowly, "...if you can please me enough, then I will let you feel what I can do to you. I do believe that this will be an interesting proposal for you as well, based on the way that you have reacted so far."

The pair of pants that clothed Demetrius's legs were soon dropped downwards languorously, exposing the pulsing shaft that spanned a length of more than a foot. He grabbed the base with one hand and slid the head against Candice's lips, rolling it around in a slow motion. "I believe you have your deal of the bargain to uphold now, would you not say so?", he inquired.
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"Mmm no, Demetrius," Elaine smiled easily, acknowledging his name and humored about screaming it. "I will pass on your proposition. A little suck will do us both good, but Candice Elaine Godfrey does not get touched or poked." With an extended finger she hooked his and brought it down away from those lips of her mouth, back to the armrest. Then she unsnapped the gold button at his waist, working the flaps aside and beginning to juggle his pants down. "Nothing against you of course," she spoke as she worked on the situation, "I am sure your proposition has made many girls scream out your name. But like I've said before, Demetrius, I am not like other girls."

She wasn't quite sure how she had gotten onto her knees, though. It made her words feel like a contradiction. This really wasn't like Elaine at all. She hadn't acted like this in years. Things were just snowballing, and all she could think about was tasting him. Her desires were amplified, and she felt exceptionally sexual. Maybe it was the wine. But whatever it was, she was doing her best at throwing up walls to control this runaway snowball. It wouldn't be like her to spread leg for him, or to allow any other kind of promiscuous activity besides this blowjob happen. And despite believing that he may, or may not, possess skills halfway indicative of his proclamations, she just wasn't that kind of slut. She carried too much self-respect and dignity. Preserving this was a struggle, to say the least, and she didn't know why it was being a struggle tonight, but she was determined to maintain some degree of it.

Finally his member was revealed, already stiff and still getting harder. Elaine opened her mouth in astonishment and danced her gaze up and down from his face to his cock. "Good god," she exclaimed, "how do you walk with this beast between your legs?" She joked, but not without a hint of honest astonishment. He was huge, and Elaine suddenly felt justified for only a blowjob. She couldn't imagine that size stuffing her tight ass or cunt.

She ran her fingers along the rod, admiring it, and he rolled its head over her lips. She licked the crack of the bulb with her warm tongue just to get that first initial taste, and then gave a satisfied moan. Elaine relished that, before taking the base into her own grip with care, and taking control. She opened her mouth wide and the end of his cock disappeared into the moist recesses, and was teased with more licks and laps from her pink tongue. His meat was heavy in her right hand, and she pressed and rolled the digit of her thumb into the skin beneath his shaft just above his swollen sacs. Elaine made the head slurping wet, sucking on it like a lollipop, and she clawed the nails of her left hand up the entire length; exploring every stiff slope and pulsing vein in a slow motion. She was only getting started, and she was in no hurry. She warmed him up, getting that blood moving and surging into those balls.

Elaine popped the large mushroom from her mouth and lifted his shaft, stretching it, and placed some kisses along the underside. "Now I see why you are so cocky." She murmured in-between, still amazed by his size and girth. A sac was sucked into her mouth and she rolled it around with her tongue, laying the weight of his rod upon her forehead.

 

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Despite the woman's claim to not be like the others, that still needed to be seen by Demetrius. The vampire slung against the chair in overt satisfaction, waiting to see what Candice would do to his member as she knelt on the floor. A low growl was emitted from the male's throat as soon as her fingers touched his shaft, in a way akin to the purring of an exotic hunter. Morgenstern felt his energy surge across his spine, intensifying the aura that clung to his body.

With a grin, he responded to the woman. "Let us say that it's exactly because of my size that I have learnt to move gracefully", the vampire stated in a bemusedly way, reaching with his fingers behind her head and grazing the nails against the nape of her neck. Whether she would complain or not was a mystery, but Demetrius was the one dictating the pace now and he'd make that clear with his body - he was the one that chose when things would happen according to his discretion. "It's a pity that you'll throw away the chance to know how gracefully...", Morgenstern added, "...even though I cannot blame you for being fearful to try. I have this effect on women, so you should not concern about not being the same as other girls. Until this moment you've proven to be just like them", Demetrius remarked with a wide devious grin on his face.

The attempt to hurt Candice's pride was a deliberate one to bring her to his own terms, to make her seek for the opportunity to prove herself different. The male seemed to realise that the woman's status and position was determinant to her self-image, and as a consequence Demetrius was willing to use that weakness against herself. Still, truth be told, Candice seemed to know very well what she was doing her touch dexterously teased all of Demetrius's sensitive spots, while her tongue seemed to take in the taste of the vampire's hard and girthy cock.

Morgenstern twitched under her touch, closing his legs around her body and bringing the club's owner closer to him. "Yes, I have my reasons to be arrogant, and I believe you can appreciate that they are very well-founded", Demetrius remarked in a matter-of-fact manner, sliding his fingers into the woman's hair.

Soon he'd break her resistance and bend her over the desk, if his plans worked. Soon she'd beg for him in a way that she had never begged for anyone before, but until that moment came, the vampire would savour each and every moment of the path that led Elaine towards his control.​

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[Love]

The music in the club changed beat from a heated bass guitar to a song that was slow, sensual, and smutty. Inside the private booth, behind heavy drapes, it came across as slightly muffled and filtered. Elaine finished with the one testical, having sucked it until it felt hard, full, and hot. She moved her mouth to his second and began the same attention. Her eyes closed shut and she immersed herself into the sucking, nudging her face into his groin just to gain the best advantage for the pleasure.

There was a moment when she seemed to loose herself. Demetrius was growing on her. The man was not quite like any other man she had encountered before. There was such an aura of confidence, and sex, and experience, that for once Elaine felt like she could just let loose into his hands. He was not only suggesting for this to happen, but there was a magnetizing pull about him that whispered nothing short of grand and spectacular promises. It was hard to ignore this. Especially when her mouth was stuffed with one of his ginormous balls; she loved sucking on cock, and his own god-like phallus was proving to be such a personal delight.

Too bad he wasn't much of a charmer. Candice paused her slurping on his teste when he likened her to every other female he had known. His words grated on her nerves, and she blushed a hot rose. She moved her mouth from his sacs then, and regarded his oversized girth with a disappointed frown. Elaine refused to meet his eyes during this moment; being a lady of passive anger in bruised pride.

Her fingers never dropped from his shaft, however. Elaine continued to rub, glide, and graze her skillful touch over every inch. Then after a brief moment of careful and silent thought, she opened her mouth as wide as possible and pushed him deep within. It made her wet, realizing he was too big for all of his cock to disappear, easily. She allowed his hand and his fingers to rest behind her head on the nap of her neck, and allowed him to dictate the speed of her bobbing head without any fuss. She tried to engulf all of him, even by pushing his glans passed her uvula and suppressing the gag reflex, but it just wasn't going to happen. She would need to deep throat him if she wanted her mouth to do all the work. But for now, her hands made up the slack by pumping the base of his shaft in sequence to the pace he desired.

He wrapped his legs about her body and drew her in closer. It was a subtle act, but one with a monumental affect upon Elaine's mind, and upon those walls she had thrown up, and upon some decisions she was making. She suddenly felt possessed, trapped, and enjoyed. It edged her closer to his control, and she found herself entertaining the thought of being fucked by him.

"So let me get this straight..." she implored, with her mouth only centimeters from his glistening head. Her gaze rose upwards to lock contact with his eyes"...I am being just like any other girl by refusing to spread leg for you?" She found this hard to believe, but also found it as a possible truth. Maybe all girls had the same astonished expression when they discovered his size, and then realized they didn't want to go through with it. Well, perhaps Elaine was so far gone in lust tonight, and stoked by wounded pride, that she actually might just try to prove to him that she was like no other girl, no matter the cost.