Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

Lady Grimoire

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Halloween on a Haunted Hill
Slutty Stacy's Sexy Shindig​

It was the first party of the current semester. The party which would put everything that followed to shame. At least, so said the one throwing the party--Stacy Jones. To say she was well known around campus would be a touch of an understatement; she wasn't just one of the popular crowd, but one of the most well endowed--that is to say, she was quite rich.

... She also had the biggest tits. If the graffiti dotted around the men's lockers and bathrooms was anything to go by, or the pictures that got around, of her getting around. The word 'slut' was used quite frequently, and that might be how she planned on making it the best possible party ever, by sleeping with as many of the guys as she could. Which might explain why most everyone on the campus had gotten an invitation to her Halloween Party. Even people Stacy didn't like, or whose existence she wasn't even aware of.

The party started at six sharp, in the evening of October 30th. The place? A haunted old mansion a few miles outside of the city amid a lightly wooded area. Anyone who couldn't drive would be allowed to use their invitation to get on a bus heading out right from campus. Drinks, food, and entertainment were all promised and, well, Jones didn't wish to disappoint.

A locally-famous band had been hired out, called 'Night of Elegance.' On a stage in the back of the mansion, they started playing once the first few guests started to show--mostly rock and dance tunes. The speaker system they had kept the music loud enough outside that people had to shout to talk, those inside could still hear it, and the out of the way nature of the mansion made noise complaints a nearly non-existent thing. The exterior became a sort of unofficial dance floor, while the living room inside on the first floor was a more chill, and hang around kind of area.

Same with most of the other rooms, really, aside from the kitchen which was well-stocked with food, alcohol, and the people hired to cater for the event. At first they had tried to keep the kitchen off-limits given it was the only area not decorated and setup for the party, but as more people packed into the building, or went to the kitchen seeking some grub, well, that plan went right out the window. Finger food was eaten about as quick as it was made, and if not for the fact drinks were regulated by the bar, the alcohol probably would've run out in a few hours too.

Each room was decorated in a different theme--living room was zombies, the study was ghosts and ghouls, the lounge and bar was spiders. Out front were an array of fake gravestones, and fake cobwebs were strewn all about the place (kind of like the disposable cups and plates).

As time went on and the sun sunk down below the horizon, the temperature fell too. Not so far as to be considered cold, but certainly chilly. One of the upstairs rooms came to be known as the hookup room, and anyone asking around would hear the rumour Stacy had already given two guys handjobs, and a third a blowjob up there. That was all a bit... insignificant though next to what else happened as time wore on, and the clock ticked closer to midnight.

An uninvited guest found their way into the party. There was a reason the place was considered haunted, even if most people thought it was the fake kind of haunting. Nobody had seen her walk in, mostly, because she hadn't. Nobody knew her name, nor anything about her, hell, if someone asked around enough they wouldn't even be able to get a straight answer as to when she showed up. She wasn't there one moment, and then, was the next. At least one person would be bound to mention, however, that she gave off a bad vibe, a feeling of there being something wrong with her.

Which made a lot of sense given what she was--something older than everyone there, something downright ancient. Of all places, though, why some Halloween party hosted by a rich slut? Well, it wasn't by choice. The mansion just happened to lay at the site where one of the cracks in her prison had formed. If she could have, she'd likely have swallowed up everyone there... but only so much could fit through a crack, at least until that crack was made much, much larger...

That also didn't mean there wasn't going to be any swallowing happening--Stacy's own attempts notwithstanding.

For now, she sat at the bar, next to a slutty police officer and a Dracula making out. An untouched shot glass of vodka in front of her. She was slightly turned, looking out over the room, examining those within it just as she had when she first felt the irresistible draw of a mortal soul within reach. Except, this time, she wasn't trying to create a facade that would allow her to blend in, more, she was watching how people spoke, how they interacted, and eavesdropping all the bits and pieces of information being so casually tossed out in a setting where most thought others would be minding their own business.

More then that, though, she was looking to see who might be all on their own, who might be vulnerable.

One of her arms rested along the bar, long fingers with yellow nails drumming against the hardwood surface. Her opposite hand was up near her face, rolling and curling some of her long, black hair which spilled down her back. Just like she had observed some others doing. Much of the gender she had chosen wore clothes that showed off a fair deal of skin, thus, so did she, though she had opted for colouring her skin as she had seen some others do. From the top of her head, down to her visible toes, her skin was coloured a greenish-yellow, to gold in some places, and black in others, patterned like scales. A bit like a serpent, and with serpentine yellow eyes to match.

Her outfit was simple: an emerald and black bra stretching across her chest, straps over her shoulders, showing off her full chest, her curves, and slim stomach. The shear white fabric connecting her upper piece to her lower piece hid little. Below her waist she wore a long skirt, the fabric the same emerald colour as the bra, but somewhat shear, and split open down her left and right side. When walking, it would suffice to cover her lap, and rear, but it would show off her long legs, much like now as she sat with her legs crossed over one another. On her feet, a pair of strappy black short heels, whose straps wound most of the way up her shin toward her knees.

Nobody had approached her yet, but then, she had been there all of a few minutes. Anyone who had been upstairs might have seen her up there, though they wouldn't have seen her walk down to get to the bar, mostly, because she hadn't walked. Idly, she couldn't help pondering if anyone moving from one room to the next had seen her in one room, and then just so happened to go into the next room just as she shifted to it, seeing her there as well. Just how observant were these beings? Would she need to be more careful lest she scare them all away before she had her fill?
 
The invite to Stacy's party was a bit of a shock to Miles to put it mildly, it had been the first party he had been invited to that didn't count childhood parties with cake and balloons but an actual party party. He hadn't really known what to make of it at first, thinking it was possibly some kind of trap or set-up leading to him being the target of some cruel prank, given he was the one most people ignored or picked on. Apparently almost everyone had gotten one though, most more upstanding people or those with some integrity binned them given Stacy had something of a reputation that he hadn't really considered at first, then a few days passed and he considered it, given it was a Halloween party he'd be in costume and if he made the right choice in that no-one would even know it was him in the first place.

The location left something to be desired but he guessed Stacy was really pushing the Halloween theme to absolute breaking point, some creepy house located far enough outside of town and with enough of a spooky location to really play up and scares or thematic decor. Then again given that Stacy was not only apparently someone of a particularly high carnal appetite and having that matched only by her apparent wealth he imagined she didn't really want for anything at any time. He spent the days leading up to it putting together a decent if simple costume to fit the theme but also to keep him from being an obvious target for the kinds of people he usually tended to avoid, hoping the concealment and almost masquerade type nature of the event may bring him some luck. His short, ruffled brown hair, bright grey eyes and lightly freckled face complete with thin rimmed spectacles were concealed by the dark hood, his hands were also covered by 'skeleton' gloves to complete the effect and it gave him a small ounce of confidence simply because no-one would know who he was, hopefully.

A grim reaper was what he had settled on though the black hooded robe was so heavy and thick that he found it stifling even in just a pair of shorts and t-shirt beneath it. A wooden and plastic scythe completed the effect and he like many others on the night in question headed out to the manor in the woods. Something about the place set him on edge, a general feeling of something being wrong that he couldn't quite put his finger on but that persisted like an itch you can't scratch. Sadly for Miles the party went about as he expected and he'd not accounted for one critical thing leading up to his decision to even come along in the first place, what the hell was he even going to do?

He'd been here for about an hour, Stacy had been taking people upstairs apparently since before he even arrived and despite him secretly hoping to be one, deep down he knew he wouldn't be. Sitting himself in one corner not far away from the bar he sat sipping the punch despite everywhere around him people in costume were engaging in various states of foreplay. He had pretty much decided to finish this drink before just leaving before his disappointment crushed him completely, he felt like an idiot for believing anything at all would happen, even as his eyes landed on a woman at the bar, her costume was a little, different the to cheap make-up vampires and cliche schoolgirls, in fact it looked professional in it's application.

Her skin had been painted to look like scales of some kind in places, matching eyes of a serpent, probably contact lenses he imagined but like most costumes the women were wearing here. It was skimpy and whilst he looked his confidence of lack thereof turned his gaze back down toward his glass, resigned toward simply leaving any moment his distant hopes for the party somewhat dashed even if deep down he knew. It was a long-shot from the start.
 
Occasionally, the woman's yellow eyes glazed over, going out of focus as someone lost in thought. In truth, it was her taking on the guise of a projection elsewhere in the building, maintaining her corporeal form at the bar. Idly, she ran her fingernails across her lips as she observed, pondering the nature of the gathering as she explored the sensation her fingernail wrought. The need for physical contact these people had, and what sensations they gained from it. Was it all a matter of worshiping monsters and procreation, or was there something more to be gained? Perhaps the only way to know for sure would be to partake, rather than just do what she had come to do.

Someone was staring.

That sense pulled her back to the room with the long bar. Her head turned toward Miles' direction as the other's eyes turned back to his drink, though she couldn't physically see that due to the hood. He had been staring at her., but for what reason? An invisible tendril--her mind--reached out toward him, likely unknownst to the male, to probe for those answers, but she stopped just short as she noticed his situation. He was sat in the corner, out of the way, and seemingly on his own. She replayed the last several moments in her mind, recalling that he had been there for some time now, and in the same state. All on his own, vulnerable.

It would be so easy.

Uncrossing her legs, she rolled up onto those strappy black heels. Quietly, with long strides, she moved through the room, flashes of leg here and there with every forward step. She had heard the words fun, and boring, tossed around many times. It would be so easy to simply do as she was want to do, but it might be more... fun, to maintain the facade, to go along with the nature of this party. This would all be but the blink of an eye later on, what would but a moment of indulgence cost her? Nothing, nothing at all.

The first interactions between these people varied so heavily.

She paused when she stepped up to him, just close enough that beyond the glass in his hands he could see the tops of her feet, the bottom of her skirt, and just barely, the straps of her footwear winding up one revealed, scale-painted leg. She had considered just how to make her presence know along the way, how to make her first impression. Maintaining her silence, she reached down to grab the edge of his glass with two long fingers and tug upward, to relieve him of his drink. Whether he relinquished it easily of surprise, or whether he held firm, in the end she would take it. The glass would find its way to her lips, and she'd lean her head back some as she tasted if it held any difference than what she had tried at the bar.

Marginally.

Her tongue ran across the rim of the glass, and then, across her own lips as she lowered the drink back down to within his reach, to take back if he wished. "Where was there ha... " she started, her first words jumbled by nature of it being her first time speaking using a tongue and lips. A brief pause followed as she adjusted, and folded her understanding of the language together a little more firmly. "Why do you drink this where there are more delectable tastes to partake in?"

Whether she referred to women, or better spirits, she did not clarify.

Those yellow serpentine eyes of hers stared down at him, and once the glass had gone from her grasp--be it him taking it, or her setting it aside--she moved both of her hands to rest on the shear white fabric barely covering her greenish-yellow scaled hips. In some ways, it was a costume. In most respects, it wasn't. Up close, her skin both looked, and, if touched, felt how one might expect touching a serpent might feel over the painted skin of a person. Her eyes were her own, her yellow nails, as sharp as claws. The attire she wore was the only thing of her appearance which wasn't directly part of her.

"You were staring at me across the room. You can explain that, or I can make my assumptions and react accordingly off of those," she followed, her tone direct, and firm. Not angry, nor at all irritated, but certainly what one could call 'no bullshit.' "It would be for the best if you did not wait for that outcome, and if you need a moment to think."

Pausing briefly, she tilted her head lightly to the side toward the glass of vodka she had been drinking, which now sat alone at the bar next to an empty seat. "You may retrieve that." She stood with enough space back for him to stand, not being right on top of him, though she'd also step back if he needed the additional room.
 
Had he known that the woman he had briefly admired or probably more from her perspective stared at, had noticed him he'd likely have bolted out of the nearest exit even if it had been a second floor window. The drink itself was the closest thing to palatable he could find not being a great fan of alcohol he'd settled on one of the milder fruit punches that seemed to be scattered around everywhere causing his mind to wander idly how much alcohol was in this dilapidated old house right now. Of course he had no idea what she was doing was more than returning the gaze as he lifted the glass to his lips once more and took a half-mouthful sip, the alcohol though much less than everything else on offer still stung his throat slightly as it went down.

Miles was vaguely aware of the woman standing up and moving it didn't immediately register in his mind as important, in the back of his mind he highly doubted she'd be moving toward him which is why it took him a heartbeat to realise that those strappy sandals and scale painted skin were right in front of him over the rim of his glass. In that brief pause as he'd tried to turn his head upward she had pulled the glass from his surprised grip and took a drink from it as him tilting his head upward revealed his fair if freckled complexion not to mention an expression that was one part perplexed and two parts surprised by the event.

The way she had licked the rim of the glass and then her lips stuck in his mind for some reason even as she lowered the glass back toward his still outstretched hand causing a slightly startled reaction as it threatened to topple from his palm before he adjusted it to hold it properly again. The first half of her sentence caused his brow to furrow, a slightly confused blinking as if he wasn't sure what he had heard a brief pause later and she finally spoke again. "Oh.. I guess there might be better things to drink.. I.. Just settled on the one that didn't smell like engine degreaser.."

It dawned on him perhaps a split second too late that she may not have been talking about drinks but as to what she meant didn't even really occur to him, despite at least half the people in this very room in various stages of making out. It wasn't anything he expected to be fortunate enough to take part in simply because that is how he felt the world was to him right now. As her hands rested on those hips just to one side of her sheer outfit it just now dawned on him that it appeared she wasn't wearing any kind of underwear making his eyes snap up to meet her more serpentine gaze with a light blush creeping across his freckled face.

That blush grew ever deeper as he realised he'd been seen staring at her across the room causing a few stumbled attempts at starting to speak, his bashful nature tying his tongue in knots before his mind caught up. "I.. Oh.. Sorry I didn't mean to stare it's just.. Well.. You seem to have put a lot more effort into your costume than most people here.. It uh.. Looks like it took hours to paint your skin that way.."

It was a sincere enough explanation given the average costumes attendees of Stacy's Halloween soiree ranged from merely competent to laughable, though he imagined half were here for free booze and the other half hoping to get into someones underwear by the end of the night. Her tone of voice was firm though not angry, perhaps commanding or authoritative at least that's how he felt with her next words. Pushing himself to his feet he found her standing a little closer to her than he thought causing a mumbled apology as he sidestepped around her and scurried across to the bar to retrieve her drink.

At this point he wondered where she planned on moving to as he doubted she would ask him to retrieve her drink if she wasn't planning on moving somewhere. He made his way back across the room, a drink in each hand with a raised eyebrow, finding the evening to have taken a strange turn for him given he'd been about thirty seconds from standing up and leaving before.
 
"Hours? No, mere moments." She answered, as though he had asked a question over made a statement. That blush upon his cheeks drew her attention, as did the way he fumbled over his words. It was something she had observed more than once, but she was, as of yet, uncertain what it meant. "No more effort than a few thoughts," she continued bluntly, pondering if there was any need to obfuscate just what she was. Her gaze followed him as he moved to the bar, and to retrieve her drink.

The sensation of her tongue running along the rim of that glass had been different, though, so was the concept of taste. Those two ideas mingled together somewhat as she watched him, though after a moment her eyes were drawn to a nearby pair locked together in a heated makeout session. She had seen, more than once, members of the gender whose guise she donned walk up to others and press lips together, and rather quickly found herself curious as to the appeal. A curiosity which was reflected in her gaze as the boy returned.

She stepped in close to him, her left hand coming out to clasp over the drink in his hand, as well as grab hold of that hand. Her right, meanwhile, went up and slipped around the back of his neck. If he hadn't seen it coming from her body language as he approached, well, he was likely in for yet another surprise as she leaned in for a kiss. It would be nothing at all deep, nor passionate, for it was, after all, her first. She would merely pressed her warm lips into his for several long seconds, then pull back, pursing them thin as she rubbed them together. Honestly, she didn't see the appeal. Perhaps she had done it incorrectly.

"What did that feel like for you?" she questioned as she stepped away, releasing his hand yet pulling away her glass as well. Once more, the urge to simply take her answer came, but she brushed aside. She would try her best to play by the same rules as these others, it would be the only way to really experience their existence.... before she, of course, had her fill. Regarding him with a dry curiosity, as if the kiss had not meant a whole lot, she awaited his answer as she downed the entirety of her shot glass without even making the slightest face.

The more some drank, the more inebriated they appeared. She wondered if this boy was the same, so after a moment, she added: "How much of this have you consumed?" Along with the question, she raised her glass to indicate what she meant, as though the two drinks were more or less the same to her. Mostly, because, they were.
 
Her reply to his observation of how long it must've taken her to get ready had knotted his blushing face into momentary confusion on his way to and then from the bar. Maybe it was some kind of skin-tight suit rather than painted on as he initially thought, far be it for him to argue and it wasn't that important in the end, it just happened to be the best costume here. The party elsewhere seemed to be kicking up a notch as louder music started to play and drunken cheers and the like soon joined it as the free flowing alcohol took a hold of the others making him wonder if he should still excuse himself and go.

The curious gaze that met him upon his return however gave that idea pause not to mention what happened next was entirely unexpected at least to him. Her hand clasped over his holding the glass and her other moved up around his neck causing him to freeze, his mind was half-way to forming a sentence asking what she was doing when her face pushed in and her lips pressed to his, several seconds seemed more like several minutes to him and then it was done leaving him standing there with a slightly dazed expression thankfully the hood of his outfit spared most of his embarrassment. Her question however seemed a bit, odd, to put it mildly but it wasn't as if he had much of a reference point for kissing as it was his default response was honesty however.

"I uh.. It felt.. Nice not that I.." He paused lowering his voice despite most of the other guests were paying them little attention in the first place. "Well I've.. Never really done it before.." It had taken him more than a little by surprise despite most people at this gathering had come for the sole reason of getting 'lucky' as it were he just didn't think he'd be one of them. He imagined most people at the age of eighteen had at least plenty of practice kissing, he'd never been that fortunate. His shy and bashful nature often keeping him from noticing all but the most overt signs of interest.

She of course simply downed the contents of her glass as though it were just water leaving him feeling a confusing mix of aroused, curious, impressed but also intimidated by the woman before him though at least her next question proved far less awkward to answer.

"Oh.. Not much. A glass and a half.. Maybe. Most of it tastes.. Well, like it's meant to be used to clean engines not be drunk." He thought the rich girl leading this Halloween party would have been able to afford something that tasted better but it didn't bother him that much as he'd not come here to get drunk, in fact he still wasn't sure why he'd come in the first place. The lingering sensation of warmth from her lips against his though made him want to stay, would more happen with her which landed him with a question of his own.

"I.. Hmm.. What do I call you?" Whilst of course he didn't know everyone here by name he had at least seen most of them around at some point or other with the woman before him drawing a blank, perhaps her outfit was just that good that he didn't recognise her but then again if they were someone he knew of or knew of him he doubted they'd have kissed him. He waited for her answer by taking a sip of his own drink, wincing as the fruit flavour of the punch was quickly overpowered by the sting of alcohol.
 
"Nor have I," she noted, of the kiss, though she didn't lower her own voice. Both of her eyes upon his face as she gauged his reaction, and listened to his answers. The pauses, and hesitations in his speech she was starting to find somewhat bothersome. If she was going to resign herself to this method of communication, to have it be made slower and the information less clear on top--well, what was the point of it? These thoughts came with a narrowing of her eyes. Perhaps she would press the option to him.

Engines, there had been talk about those that she'd overheard. It was related to the vehicles outside, if the fluids were meant for that, and they should not be consumed, then why consume them? Could it be they were trying to expedite their own demise? It seemed to make sense, those who consumed more seemed to stumble around and take greater risk. That would not do, especially not from this one if she wished to use him to learn more.

To that end, she reached out and plucked his drink from his hand again right after he took his sip. In a few short gulps she downed the contents herself, seeing little alternative, and tossed both glasses into the cushion of a nearby couch. "You are finished then. You will have only what I give you, what is supposed to be consumed," she said before her eyes closed for a moment, breaking off a piece of herself and sending it into the kitchen where the majority of drinks appeared to be coming from. Opening her eyes back up, they had a slight, unnatural sheen to them, as if the yellows of her "contacts" glowed for a moment, or perhaps they just caught the light in a strange way.

"You are no good to me like that," she said while she turned her head to the side, to glance at one of the frat boys who'd been invited stumbling his way over to the bar for some more drinks. Her eyes flicked back to him afterward, and she continued: "You will also speak clearly, and without repeated pauses unless you can provide good reason for them." For the moment, the question of what to call her fell on deaf ears for she hadn't an answer. She had no name as these people used for each other, she simply was. However, at the same time, she understood the need for these people to identify one another. Thus, while she pondered on that question, she stepped up to him again.

Both of her hands came up to his face, moving passed the sides of his face to brush down the hood he wore. From there, they moved to rest on each of his cheeks, her thumbs lightly rubbing over where he'd been blushing. The skin still felt the same, perhaps a little warmer. She had noted the way he had flushed redder at times, and to draw out that again, she tried to pull him into her lips for another kiss... this one a bit different. She licked along one of his lips first before she pulled him in, her tongue moving to push passed his lips and dip into his mouth some, exploring. This time was much longer, and when she broke it, she idly stroked his cheeks a few times further as she finally answered: "I am Sylvia."

Drawing her hands back to herself, she pondered on where to go next. There was the obvious, she could take him upstairs. However, she found what was happened out the back of the building even more curious for the time being. Sylvia raised her hand and offered it to him to take. "If you wish for this to continue, then lead us outside. I want to dance."
 
When she stated she hadn't really done much kissing either it caused him ever so briefly to quirk an eyebrow in surprise. Given her appearance and his imagination doing it's best to imagine her without the make-up of scales and the like, he found it odd that she wasn't fighting off that kind of attention much less that she hadn't done much of it, unless she meant not much of at this party? She must've meant that surely but amidst his thoughts and idle sips of his drink she reached out and plucked it from his hand and downed it in a few gulps taking his as much by surprise as confusing him when she spoke.

"Uhm, alright.. I don't much relish the idea of getting drunk anyway." He said as she discarded the glasses almost carelessly onto the nearest couch causing him to raise his eyebrow further this time only for the second one to join it in surprise as she told him he was finished and he would only have what she gave him. She seemed to close her eyes for a moment and they seemed a little, different when she opened them but he chalked it up to whatever contact lenses she was using for her eyes to get them to look like that, it wasn't like he wore them he opted for glasses personally. As if to confirm his earlier thought that she perhaps just didn't want him utterly inebriated by the copious amounts of cheap and nasty booze on offer she simply stated he was no good to her like that but her asking him to no longer stammer or pause his words took him almost as off guard as the earlier kiss had done.

"I.. Sorry, I just get nervous. I still am.." He offered as way of explanation hoping it would suffice against her seeming assertiveness as she stepped in closer to him once again only this time she raised her hands and pushed them under his hood and onto his face as she slid the hood off his head. His fair freckled complexion still flushed red as he blinked at her from behind the thin lenses of his glasses. As she drew him into the kiss he resisted ever so briefly, uncertainty etched on his face before he relaxed and let her pull him in, this time the kiss was different and didn't take him quite so much by surprise. Her tongue teased along his upper lip coaxing his mouth to open ever so slightly as her tongue dipped inside sending a thrill of erotic pleasure shivering up and down his spine as the kiss continued, his lips against her softer ones. Time seemed to dilate at least for Miles as she eventually broke the kiss it felt like several minutes had passed before she finally revealed her name as he grew rather self conscious of just how red he felt his face had gone with what he could only describe as in intense blush.

"Nice meet you then, Sylvia.. I'm Miles..." He said with a conscious effort of resisting his usual urge to stammer as his nerves felt like a hyperactive ping pong ball bouncing around inside him which only escalated to what he could only describe as the ultimate case of butterflies when she said if he wanted it to continue that he should lead her outside to dance. Not trusting himself about stammering he simply nodded taking her outstretched hand shakily and beginning to guide her through the house itself. The party, such as it was appeared to be in full swing now as he had to dodge through pairs or sometimes more, dancing, making out or being in the early stages of likely needing a room unless they wanted they drunken sexy times snapped by smart-phones. Until after two hallways, what looked like a lounge and a side-step through a conservatory they found themselves outside in a largely open area with several dozen people dancing or swaying, with another dozen or so lining various benches alongside slightly run down looking hedgerows. He stopped in one of the few gaps between dancing couples and turned to look at Sylvia. "I have, never really danced before either.. I don't normally get invited to parties."
 
'Sylvia' had a good idea of what nervousness was, but the reasons for it she remained a little vague on. Did her chosen costume unsettle him, or was it more of her appearance in general? Was it the gender she had taken, or her tone, or attitude? The unexpected seemed to be one cause, based on how he reacted to both kisses--the initial, if brief, apprehension, coupled with those cheeks reddening further as she anticipated--yet she was certain it wasn't the only reason. She felt as though she was still missing something, perhaps she should change her approach some to learn more.

"Miles," she echoed, along with a tilt of her head and a wide smile. She wasn't sure that was a fitting name, and pondered another as she silently followed. Her grip was firm, if not, perhaps, a bit too tight. When she had first taken her form, she had shattered a glass from holding it too tight while acclimating. Although she had mostly overcome this issue quickly, there was still the occasional hiccup, and hopefully Miles' hand would not suffer too badly for it. She truly wasn't even aware how hard her grasp, but then she had only ever really held inanimate objects before.

Although there were many things she knew, and could see, the future was not amongst them. Not used to such events, while Miles weaved through people, she more frequently bumped into them. One of the more drunken young adults she bumped into took exception to what she'd done, though he backed down rather quickly--a tendril of her will twisting his own, but to Miles, it would merely appear as her giving the drunk a hard stare leading him to apologise and wander away.

Outside, she took a deep breath through her nose. The air was different. It smelled less of alcohol and sex. Not significantly less, but noticeably less for herself. She regarded those dancing for a time, hearing Miles' mention, before she turned her attention to him. "Why? Is there something about you that others find discomforting?" Retaking his hand if he tried to release it, she tugged him along as she headed for the more open area where others were dancing.

The present tune was something with a more dance-appropriate tempo, the local band's cover of another band's song. Some were dancing on their own, others together, and those that were together varied from friendlier, to being... a bit more like blatantly dry humping one another. She pondered for a moment in jumping right to mimicking those women, but ended up picking out a pair that was far less obvious about it. "Now, come on and dance with me, Miles," she said, her tone much more casual, suggestive, even perhaps, a bit sensual over how she had spoke previously.

Grabbing his one hand, she pulled it behind her back, and pushed his palm right against her rear through the fabric of her dress--mimicking where the guy's hand on the other pair was resting. Then, she reached both her arms around his neck, entwining her fingers together there as she stepped nice and close and started swaying her hips from side to side with the music--kind of, she was taking her cues from the other couple--practically rubbing her body against his chest. "Why do you wear those things, anyway?" she questioned, of his glasses, uncertain the reason herself, while continuing to mimic the tone and mannerisms of one of the other girls she had seen to see if it would make him more, or less nervous.

"And, like, what are you supposed to be?" she added, quickly finding herself disinterested with this new... tone, but, for the moment, keeping it up for sake of her tests.
 
Miles wasn't really sure what to make of the situation he was now in not helped by the small amount of alcohol in his veins making everything that little bit fuzzy, for all he had wanted to say or ask he opted to keep it to himself for the moment. She had at least smiled when he said his name though she was holding his hand surprisingly tightly as they wound their way through drunken people and haphazard furniture and Halloween decorations, only one person seemed to draw issue with them bumping their way through but Sylvia seemed to simply stare them down.

The cooler air of the night was a welcome change from the stuffy scent of alcohol and what he could only assume was sex but that wasn't something he had a great deal of experience with if any. As she asked if there was anything people seemed to find discomforting about him that made him ponder his next words carefully, part of him considered if English was her first language or not. "Well, let's just say I don't do the same things that they do.. So.. They pick on me for it..." He shrugged trying not to dwell on that fact too much as he was tugged along to a more open area her tone of voice was something he had not expected, though the unexpected was fast becoming a theme for the night.

Her voice had a sultry edge to it, the kind of tone that sent a tingle up his spine and the hairs on his neck to prickle upright on his skin as she took his hand and placed it quite unashamedly on her rear. Miles mind almost went blank save for that sensation now filling his palm, part of him thought it had been an accident but she didn't remove it, should he do the gentlemanly thing and move it up to her hip? Make the most of it? It was warm, tantalizing in it's roundness and soft yet also he could feel the muscle beneath too which sent blood rushing from his blushing face to his loins instead. Which only become more pronounced as her arms wound around his neck, hips swaying as she rubbed her chest against his making him feel a little light headed. Almost missing her question about his glasses his mind stumbling to process the words. "Uh.. Wear wha-.. Oh.. My glasses.. Well, I can't see very far without them.. Not clearly at least.."

Miles was trying to keep his hips just a little back so Sylvia wouldn't rub up against the throbbing swell beneath his clothing, though he had underwear and shorts on beneath the 'grim reaper' robes he had on he opted for caution lest he potentially earn her ire. Once again she took him a little off guard as she asked what he was supposed to be in the kind of 'cheerleader' voice that caused him to raise a confused eyebrow. "Oh.. Simplest Halloween costume I could think of on short notice.. The Grim Reaper.. It's at least more on theme than some of the costumes here..." Miles nudged his head toward another couple the guy was dressed as a police officer and the girl was wearing something akin to a Tinkerbell costume, which looked more like a green swimsuit that was a size too small with her buttocks almost fully on display and her bust nearly spilling from the top. "...I don't think Tinkerbell or the police have anything to do with Halloween but.. To each their own I guess.." He said whilst without thinking he tried to adjust his hand inadvertently squeezing her buttocks before quickly stopping and resting his hands on her hips instead, whilst they weren't exactly swaying to the beat of the music no-one else really was either which helped him feel a little less awkward though something still lingered in the back of his mind, why had she singled him out?
 
Her serpentine eyes followed Miles' gesture toward the other couple, her shifting body slowing somewhat. Observing more the woman than the man, she pondered what would happen if she should change into something like that--Sylvia sensed his disdain for it, yet at the same time she was still considering what was the largest reason for his nervousness. Clearly, it wasn't her tone as much, he seemed only a little more relaxed. Before she could ponder and plot further, the squeeze sharply drew her eyes back to Miles, and she gave him a hard stare as the hands vacated to her hips.

"What are you doing?" she questioned, returning to her authoritative tone. The squeeze had not been an unpleasant sensation, she wanted... more of that. Both of her hands escaped from around Miles' neck, and he'd quickly find both of his wrists in her grasp. "I had placed your hand there for a reason," she scolded, while she guided his hands back to their place on her rear--she had a strength beyond what was reflected in her form. "Keep them there, or somewhere equally pleasant for me." She decided not to elaborate on that last point, and leave it vague, open-ended. What else might be pleasant to her was something she was still discovering.

Then, she did what he may have been hoping she would not. She stepped in closer, much closer, her hands even coming down to grab his waist and tug him back in if he tried to lean away like he had initially. If she felt his growing arousal through his clothes she did not yet make a note of it. "Does mine match the theme well? If not, it can be... discarded." The slight pause before the last word was so she could focus on his face, and his eyes, while her hands dragged themselves up his sides--those nails sharpened like claws lightly grazing the fabric of his costume so as not to make it bunch up and stop her until her hands reached his shoulders as she intended them. Hopefully this would answer some questions as to his thoughts on her body.

"What do you mean by not doing the same things as they do?" she asked further, lifting one of her legs--leaving the material sliding off of it until her whole bare, smooth leg was revealed. She had seen one of the women performing this action to one of the men inside, and assumed it would aid in further testing her theory--balancing on one foot, she partially wrapped her leg around him, and thrust her hips into him some. Right against what she could feel growing between his legs, and she coupled it with a pointed, knowing look. The thought of dancing, for the moment, cast aside. "Do share... "
 
If he had ever been more outside his comfort zone than he was now he couldn't remember it although something took him by surprise as was the theme for the evening it seemed at her reaction. After his hands had vacated her rear that almost commanding tone of voice had returned half expecting to be chided for taking a rather literally cheeky handful accidental or otherwise. Instead she snatched his wrists, her strength was a little surprising but even that was over-shadowed as he felt his palms being clasped firmly to her buttocks once again drawing a confused gaze from him.

"Sorry it's just.. I didn't want to assume I could.. Well, grab you 'there' so soon." Miles felt no reason to argue but given that tone of authority made him just want to do as he was told, that and her buttocks did feel particularly good in his hands. Though she had indicated elsewhere pleasurable as a possible resting place for his hands he still opted for caution just to be on the safe side, it wasn't like he was an expert at this kind of thing even if he did briefly entertain the idea of getting his hands on other parts of her body she was seemingly still one step ahead of him as she stepped right up next to him.

Reflexively Miles had tried to pull back a bit but she pulled him back by the waist all but crushing his erection against sending a dull tingle through his entire body. "I think yours matches the theme better than everyone else here...Not to mention you uh.. Look really really good." He tried to put out of his mind the idea of her discarding her costume, his minds eye playing out that mental image like a cheap porn film. Her hands practically clawed their way up the sides of his costume until her arms were around his shoulders as she continued her questions. His line of thought got promptly derailed as she hooked her leg around his waist, the entirety of a bare, smooth leg coiled around him was all kinds of distracting especially as he genuinely began to wonder if she even had anything on beneath her dress.

"Well, whilst I stu..- Umph.." The sentence vanished as whilst Sylvia balanced on one foot she thrust her hips against him and whilst he had assumed she hadn't noticed his growing erection before there was no way she hadn't now. It took him a moment to even gather his thoughts into something coherent the awkward pause punctuated by his hands gripping more tightly into her rump as a means of dealing with the sensations. "I tend to.. Well, you know study, read books, play games that kind of thing whilst they. Well, they do pretty much what they are doing now just all year round.." Miles was trying to just ignore it now, despite the fact he was no longer just hard, he was practically throbbing beneath his shorts and underwear making him regret not just wearing something else beneath the grim reaper robes.
 
To her, the body she had was little more than a vessel for physical sensation, for experiences. The idea of denying him was the same as denying herself, leaving Sylvia scoffing some. "This body was made for contact. It is open for you to touch," she stated, deciding to cast off any pretenses of being human. She wasn't certain if he would take it to mean she had made her 'costume' to be touched, but no matter. That he accepted so quickly confirmed for her the tone she would keep--even if it made him return to those pauses and stutters she disliked.

The tighter grip of Miles' hands caused Sylvia to arch her back some, pressing even more firmly into his chest so she could press her rear more firmly into his hands. She had little trouble focusing on what he was saying despite her own actions, unlike the target of her affections. "What do you study, and what do you read?" she continued, her conversation ever so casual despite the fact her leg was wrapped around him, and she was leaning more of her weight onto him. "If you do more than what those here do, you are a far more appealing candidate than they would be."

A more expansive mind was a far more delectable treat. "I had also told you to stop stuttering and pausing, have you had a lapse in your memory?" Her hands snaked up his neck, one pausing on the left side, while on the right her hand continued into his hair. She pressed into him even more as she leaned in, a sudden curiosity taking hold. In the kitchen, her other form which she had left as a silent observer had noted both men, and women, drawing long licks up each other's necks, usually with alcohol involved. She had no alcohol, but as she had tasted the edge of the glass, and his lips earlier, she wondered.

Her fingers tightened in his air, to tug his head to the side some and allow her to get into that little nook where Miles' shoulder and neck met. Snagging the fabric of his hood with her teeth, she tugged it aside so that more of his neck was exposed before her tongue slipped out--it first touching as low as she could get before moving upward. Sylvia ran her soft tongue, leaving a cool, wet trail up the side of his neck, under his ear, where as her tongue pulled back she flicked the lobe. It was... different, neither pleasant, nor unpleasant. "I recommend you correct this, or I will be forced to... find someone else to explore," she said, practically right into his ear.
 
The way she was speaking Miles found a little odd, beginning to wonder if she was some kind of roleplayer of some kind but he decided to just go with it, as to him this was what he perceived as a once in a life-time opportunity. When she had said her body was open for him to touch it emboldened his normally shy persona though only slightly as he began kneading her buttocks, fully enjoying the firm round shape and her warmth against his hands as she continued the conversation onward asking him what he studied and read, calling him a more appealing candidate than most which drew a deeper blush to his face.

"Well... I study physics and chemistry so I have to do a lot of reading in order to pass all the tests I get.." Though she did seem to notice him stuttering though it was less a case of nerves and more a case of being so horribly distracted by the way Sylvia still had her leg wrapped around him and was now crushing his erection back against himself which was making him almost light headed. "It's not that it's just, what you are doing with your uh.. Hips and leg is very distracting..." He barely finished the sentence however before she continued her fingers tightening in his hair as she tugged his head to one side making him wonder what she was up to as she pulled the fabric of his costume aside, though he wasn't left wondering for very long.

The wet, silky warmth of her tongue pressed against the lowest part of his neck and she dragged it up leaving a cool wet trail in it's wake until she flicked the lobe and told him to stop or she'd find someone else to which he only nodded with a confused expression of awe on his face. "I guess I am just not used to doing things like this.." He offered as way of explanation hoping it would go some way to alleviating her concerns with him at least in part.

He changed the grip of his left hand feeling like he should perhaps try his luck over that lick up his neck and oh so gingerly slipped it under her dress and rested his palm gently directly atop one buttock, squeezing it again though a lot more gently than he had when that hand had been on top of her dress.
 
Sylvia's mind drifted for a moment, those kneading hands offering small waves of pleasant sensations. That explained why she'd seen it so often, but more often she saw hands elsewhere while offering such attention. Would that be better? There was only one way to discover that, and a second taste of him could wait--his reaction to it wasn't terribly interesting.

Lowering her foot to the ground, so she could bring her arms around her back, she took both his wrists once more. "Do you pass all these tests?" she asked as she tugged them away, including from the bare skin he had only just gotten a taste of. "I have heard many complaining of the difficulty of tests or bemoaning their failures. If you do not encounter these issues then... Yes, I think you shall be the one tonight." A predatory, almost hungry gaze followed her words as Miles' hands were placed on her chest. The thin fabric of her top being the only thing separating his hands from the flesh of her breasts.

That he found her actions distracting rose a question. From it, she started moving forward, her hands going to his shoulders after to guide him as she pushed him backwards from the relative crowd of the grassy dance floor. If he glanced behind him, he'd see her path, else she'd push him from the crowd and off to the side until he'd feel his back press into a tree close to the edge of the surrounding woods. "I am distracting? I wonder. Is it specifically what I am doing with my hips and legs, or is it what I am doing it to that distracts you most?"

Miles had several seconds to ponder the question, and where her left hand was going as it slithered its way down his body. Over his chest. Across his stomach. Below his waist. Where her fingers grabbed hold of the bulge she had been rubbing against a moment ago, fingers curling around it firmly, her eyes never leaving his face. Granted, that was only if he didn't do something to stop his being pushed aside, or the path her hand took.

"Is this distracting?" she asked with curiosity if she got that grip, as her hand started to make small motions back and forth. Rubbing at his crotch through his costume, letting the material tease and rub against him. She had seen other women doing this as well, and pondered the reason. If he answered affirmatively, she had one final, short question: "Why?"
 
It seemed at least to Miles that Syliva didn't mind the touch, though whether she enjoyed it as much as he did was difficult for him to discern given the general air of mystique she seemed to have. Soon enough her foot was lowering back to the ground and she once again proved there was more strength in her frame than appeared as she grabbed both of his wrists making him wonder if he had crossed some unspoken line, even if the lingering sensation of her rump on his fingers was more than worth that possibility so far as he was concerned, she asked if he passed most of the tests.

"I pass all of them, at least the ones I have done so far." He said with just the barest hint of pride discernible in his voice even if the latter part of her sentence seemed a bit strange to him, maybe she just preferred intelligence to physical appearance? His train of thought on the matter was promptly derailed by the predatory look seemed to fill Sylvia's features just as she took his hands and placed them directly atop her breasts. He blinked a few times as their softness and warmth filled his palms and made the tips of his fingers tingle as he pondered whether to squeeze or just to hold, however he soon found her hands on his shoulders guiding him backwards, much as the natural urge to look over his shoulder was present he didn't want to miss a single moment looking at Sylvia herself, simply trusting she knew where she was going.

The crowd was soon out of sight the sound of the music and drunken revelry becoming more muted as she pressed his back against the tree as she asked a slightly odd question. "It is definitely both." Miles stated at whether it was what she was doing with her hips and legs or what she was doing it too that was so distracting and his answer was sincere, whilst his nervous temperament remained it was becoming less noticeable as he grew accustomed to Sylvia. Ordinarily the feeling of her hand sliding down his body would have been hard to ignore but his mind was focused on what was beneath his hands and he just ever so gently squeezed her breasts that was until it passed below his belly button and gripped around the swollen shape beneath his costume causing a surprised gasp of pleasure.

Whilst to everyone else if such things were happening to them they'd likely have considered what was happening to be a foregone conclusion but this being his first time everything felt far more intense and new. It was a mixed blessing that the sensation of her fingers and palm rubbing, stroking and teasing the throbbing shape of his erection through his costume was so muted as he wasn't sure how long he'd last if there was any direct contact that didn't stop it feeling good though, the heat of his shaft almost seeping through the fabric and against Sylvia's teasing fingers. "It's very distracting.." Miles said almost breathlessly as every motion causing the fabric to tease and rub around his sensitive length and he felt so impossibly hard right now that she'd be feeling the swollen head and the seven or so inches of his member pulsing against her, as she asked why it was distracting.

It was certainly an odd question though he still answered it as best he was able. "Because it feels... Really.. Really good.." His speech was no longer broken with a nervous stutter but laced with barely restrained gasps and soft moans of pleasure that caused his grip on her breasts to turn into a more full firm, squeeze than a tentative grip.
 
The delightful answer he gave only expanded the plans Sylvia had for the young man. He was intelligent, so she'd not have to be sated by the dull wits of others she'd seen. That he didn't take the opportunity that she presented his hands, however, was somewhat disappointing. Perhaps he simply lacked the proper training--thus far he would prove to be an amusing pet if she corrected that, rather than something else. Granted, the line of reasoning came to here didn't abate the the look on her face.

"You say both, and yet... " she started, pursing her lips thin, drinking in his reaction. Those little gasps and soft moans, the look on his face, in his eyes, the way his hands grasped tighter. He hadn't quite done any of that before. "I perceive a more noticeable change with this direction, than I had the other." The tightened grip on her chest especially made her desire more. Feeling good, pleasure, these things were still rather foreign, yet she took delight in them.

Her attentions were short-lived, however, and she drew her hand away from his erection for the moment. Reaching to his chin with her other hand, she took it firmly so as to ensure his gaze didn't drift away while her other hand was seeking out an opening. That was to say, if his costume was in two pieces, it'd quickly find a way inside his trousers, and if it wasn't, the only warning he'd receive was a slight tug on the fabric, and a ripping noise as Sylvia used one of her long nails like a claw to slice a small opening in the side of the tent he was making.

From there her hand wasted no time in closing around his shaft. Soft, and warm, her fingers curled around the center of his seven inches one at a time rolling upward from her little finger to her index finger. She gave Miles a few tentative strokes, letting those fingers glide down to the base, then slowly up to the swollen head, back down, and then she settled at the middle with a light grip. "Do you recall what I said of this body?" she questioned, with a wry smile. "Or am I distracting you far too much, indicating I should stop?"

Leaning in so her lips were close to his, she gave him a hard stare. "Show me your answer, and I will show you my answer to the question of whether I shall continue, or take back my hand. Unless you do not desire a mutually beneficial trade of, as you call it... feeling really, really good."
 
Trying to process the slightly surreal situation Miles found himself within alongside the slightly odd persona Sylvia presented had his mind tying itself in anxious knots that he was doing his best not to show given her 'request' for him not to stutter. As well as something he could describe as a curiously almost analytical bent to her choice of words and actions, for Miles part he filed it away as some seriously in depth role-playing and decided not to question it given how things were moving and the fact she hadn't minded his largely accidental squeezing of her breasts whilst also touching him, or near enough for what his costume would allow. However that soon stopped briefly causing a worry he had done something wrong but she simply held his chin with her other hand and promptly tore a hole in the fabric of his costume.

"What are yo.. Oh!" His sentence by his own exclamation of surprise when the soft warmth of her fingers wrapped around the middle of his erection, her fingers almost rolling up and down his length a few times, he tensed when she stroked toward the base only to tremble as sparks of pleasure almost blanked his mind when they stroked over the head. It felt far better than his own hands ever had as she spoke again, her question almost making him wonder if she was testing to see how much he was paying attention. "That it was made for contact?" When she asked him to show her his answer he took her meaning, there was a briefest moment of hesitation though it wasn't born of him not wanting to do something it was born of indecision as to what he wanted to do.

Miles looked at Sylvia, returning her gaze as if measuring just how much truth there was to her words as her face was a mere inch from his, he slid his hands higher, following the shape of her breasts with his fingers until the fabric gave way to skin, then he twisted his hands to push his fingertips beneath the fabric, the blush on his face intensifying as he did so. Soon enough he had pushed his hands fully into the top of her outfit, pushing his hands further down in an attempt to find her nipples as he squeezed and stroked every inch with now trembling anticipation. The sensation of her breasts directly against his hands made his shaft throb wantonly between her fingers which sat motionless around the middle of his erection.

"Let me know if I do anything you don't like.. Or that you do like.." He offered even if it made his inexperience ever clearer, his voice soft, careful with a measure of sincerity that spoke of the fact he wanted her to 'feel good' as well. He wasn't rough with his touch, his fingers gently kneading into the soft flesh of her bosom almost reverently as he tried to make the most of the unexpected turn this party had taken, whilst it wasn't the rich girl who had started it in his mind he had found someone better, or rather they had found him. So here he was, off to one side in a quiet spot of a party whose bass like beat and drunken singing seemed almost distant as he wondered just what else the night with Sylvia might hold, unaware of what she truly was in the slightest.
 
It was interesting to watch the boy tremble, and lose his train of thought with a mere motion of her hand. Sylvia chalked it up to an understatement of how good it had felt previously, but her rampant curiosity was quickly turning her mind in other directions drawing a lick across her lips as she awaited his further acknowledgement of the terms she had set. Her grip remained light, lightened even, perhaps, in the few moments he hesitated, and considered the validity of her word. Even as those hands slid into her clothing, she waited.

Directly against the flesh of her form, those hands felt even more delightful. As of yet her body lacked any real reaction to the stimuli, so her nipples weren't peaked but it wasn't like they weren't present, nor hard to find. It was only a few seconds after he had truly started that her grip on his member suddenly tightened, and once more resumed sliding up, and down the shaft. Back, and forth, with long, slow strokes, all the way to the tip, and back down to the very base. It took a few for her to notice the excess reaction at the tip, but once she did, she gave a little twist of her hand on it each time she reached it before moving back down.

"I like that, but it would be rather more interesting should you devise a different approach. You have allowed me to feel this already, can you not do anything more?" she questioned of him, though she was quickly coming to realise he seemed to respond better to commands, than questions or requests. "I shall provide an example of what I mean in attempting something... different." With seemingly not a care given as to how far her attention may have pushed him, once more, just like a moment ago, her hand drew away, only this time, she used both her hands to remove Miles' own from her top.

There was some faint noises nearby as Sylvia lowered herself down, first to a crouch, but she found that uncomfortable so shifted onto her knees. As she shifted and moved the fabric of his clothing, the noise--footsteps on the grass--grew louder before a voice called out: "Heyyyyy... where areeee youuuu?" A girl's voice, a kind of valley girl style, with a drunken slur to it. Both her and Miles were shifted a little out of view around the tree, so even as she approached they hadn't been noticed. That was unless Miles was too loud.

Sylvia continued regardless without a care for the potential onlooker. Through that opening she tore, she fished out what she had held a moment ago. She pushed the fabric down his length until he was entirely exposed to the night air, each and every erect inch. Just as she did, the drunk girl who called stumbled passed the tree, still not having noticed them, but she now wasn't more than ten feet away with her back turned toward them. One little noise and she'd likely spin around to see what the pair was doing.

Although this time, stopping her wasn't exactly in the cards--even if Miles tried, Sylvia didn't, even if his hands tried their hardest to push back and keep her head from leaning in. Keep her tongue, which slipped passed her lips, from getting closer. There was little he could do but enjoy the feel of her tongue as she licked across the tip, and then circled the head of his member. A tongue long enough that it almost encircled the entire tip before retracting. The entity's face, however, had a look of mild disappointment. It hadn't seem to have tasted, just yet, much more different than other places she had tried, yet she saw this quite often elsewhere in the party as well--especially on the second floor. Others taking to it with quite a degree of enthusiasm. Perhaps she was doing something incorrectly?

That thought, coupled with her curiosity and desired to explore quickly saw her tongue returning. She licked back and forth, up and down, all around, focusing entirely on the very tip which she had observed drawing greater reactions from Miles a moment ago. Refining, practicing her... technique based on what seemed to garner the most reaction, be it movement, or noises.
 
At first Miles wasn't sure if he had done enough to keep up his end of this evolving 'bargain' of sorts as her grip seemed to loosen off along his still trembling shaft, soon enough after his hands had pushed beneath her top to give him his first feel of a frankly amazing pair of breasts she resumed. Which acted as a reassurance and a little nudge up on his confidence as his fingers and palms gently kneaded the soft mounds of her breasts, toying with her nipples in an attempt to garner some kind of reaction to see if what he was doing was the 'right thing'. For Sylvia's part he quickly got the impression she was doing likewise with him learning what he liked from his almost involuntary reactions to what her hand was doing, soon her grip was twisting around the head every-time her fingers slid firmly over it's bulbous shape which at several points threatened to have his knees buckling from beneath him.

Although her response concerned him that he was boring her when she said she would provide and example of the kinds of things she had in mind he was more than a little taken aback as his hands were pulled from her top leaving him with a briefly disappointed look on his face which was quickly replaced with one of complete surprise as she sank to her knees. He was distracted from the ever alluring and somewhat strange appearance of Sylvia when a voice cut above the background ambiance of the party that was now getting into full swing, a girl clearly more than a little bit merry stumbled near to the tree where Syliva and Miles were currently hidden from view but for Sylvia's part she didn't seem even remotely phased by her presence.

"Sylvia, someones coming I think.." Miles uttered in a whisper just loud enough for her to hear but hopefully not the approaching girl, though he doubted they would be looking for him or Sylvia, were they? An initial nudge at her shoulders didn't even move them telling the heavily blushing Miles that Sylvia was set in her task and wasn't going to deviate from it but before he could bring forth the issue of the approaching girl her tongue had slipped from her mouth and fully explored the bulbous head of his shaft, sparks of pleasure made him tremble all over and he had to bite his lip just to not moan. If he could attribute her expression to anything after doing that he would call it disappointed which briefly made him feel as if she was just going to shrug and leave.

That worry was however short lived as she returned to her demonstration just as the girl rounded the tree with her back toward them. Her tongue felt all kinds of incredible it seemed long, dexterous and it was fully exploring just the tip of his cock in a way that was making him almost cross-eyed. Each spot garnering her a different reaction as it swirled around the mass of now glistening pink stiffness and around the back he would tremble. If she rolled the rim of the head he would breathe in and out heavily as if bracing himself against the pleasure but as she teased across the slit and followed the spot along the underside his whole body shuddered.

It didn't take many of those licks to have him biting down on the hood of his costume, praying the girl peering off into the gloom didn't turn around and see them. His cock however felt like it was melting under the focused attention of Sylvia's tongue and soon her saliva was joined by the steadily oozing trickle of pre-cum from his now slightly parted cock-slit, his hips trembled now with every lick almost nudging his shaft forwards almost instinctively. He dared not try to tell her that he now understood what she meant about taking more of her offer as if he stopped biting down he was going to moan in ecstasy.
 
Although Sylvia had heard his words, the concern over another's presence was rather quickly brushed aside as irrelevant. The thought of discovery elicited the equivalent of a nonchalant, mental shrug, or perhaps more aptly, a brief, internal, 'so?' It wasn't like she was doing anything beyond the ordinary of the party, and she held on to nothing, such as shame, which would have otherwise stayed her action. Thus, she continued. That tongue, continued. The feel of her lips. All of it. At least for a time, when she paused, again.

Her eyes blinked a few times, tongue drawing back to her mouth with an unfamiliar taste. It was at once pleasant and not, very different than the drinks she had imbibed previously. More salty, more... bitter, and her tongue soon returned after not more than a five or six second pause--this like drawing right across that opening where the precum was slipping out from to gather more to taste. Gaze flicking up toward him, she hadn't failed to notice his reaction. His look. The way he was trembling, and ever so subtly pushing himself toward her mouth.

Was it a desire to thrust more of his length inside her mouth? An offer? Sylvia tilted her head as her gaze held on him, both eyes focused as without too much further thought, she accepted. Lips parted, ever so slightly, she leaned in deeper. Warm, and wet, they touched his tip, rolling over it as they expanded to fit the head inside her mouth. Lightly pressing, those lips advanced up his shaft, gliding over each inch of skin just before it disappeared inside her apparently quite eager mouth.

Sylvia's tongue was not idle though. Inside her mouth, starting at the tip, it swirled around, wrapping and coiling as a snake might to a nice treat. If Miles had the presence of mind for it, he may realise the inhuman nature of the sensations he was feeling, but not only was more and more of him being buried within Sylvia's mouth, but the girl nearby was stirring as well.

The girl leaned this way, and that, getting up on her toes, and ducking down, even going as far as to shade her eyes from a nonexistent sun as though it helped her see a greater distance in the dark. Sometimes, she came close to doing a full turn toward the pair--the young man against the tree and the lady on her knees--but she never quite made the full turn. Slowly, she started backing away from the woods, but her stumbling gait left her path wavering as she moved. Slowly aligning herself on a collision course with the pair, though more specifically, Sylvia herself.

A sudden shift happened on Sylvia's face as she took the last inch to the base in her mouth--she gagged, and pulled back slightly with a bewildered expression. The unfortunate side to the form she was only just exploring was she wasn't quite aware of all the natural reflexes the human body had. It caused the coiling of her tongue to pause, wrapped around the head and just under a quarter way down Miles' member. Writhing, twisting, rubbing, not advancing, yet not sitting still. It rubbed, massaged even, while the rest enjoyed the nice heated space amid breaths from the woman's nose.

Edging forward again caused her to gag again, and make another face. It might show her inexperience, but it might also show something else since most people wouldn't have quite the confused demeanor in response. Nor persistently try, which was what she had done, a desire to explore causing her to gently bob back and forth. Taking in that last inch, enveloping him all the way to his base, pulling back, a few second pause, then attempting the action again, each time pushing the tip to the back of her throat.

Worse, perhaps, was that Sylvia wasn't silent. Each time drew a hushed noise from her, and that may have drew the retreating girl's attention as she suddenly paused. The partygoer's head turned slightly from side to side, glancing about, maybe even listening, trying to discern the source of the noise not quite yet realising it was coming from a mere three or four steps just behind her.
 
Whilst Miles himself was becoming increasingly concerned by their unexpected guest, Sylvia for her part didn't seem at all bothered in the slightest by the drunken stumbling presence that had nearly tripped over them. Though the worry of being caught was an ever mounting feeling of anxiety for him he was also loathe for Sylvia to stop given how amazing it felt he found himself putting more effort into being quiet, stifling the need to gasp or whimper as her tongue worked around that sensitive crown of his shaft in a way that was difficult for his mind to articulate beyond it feeling incredible.

The sensations in his shaft lingered even after she had paused whilst his first instinct was to ask what was wrong he couldn't risk opening his mouth to ask her with the the other party-goer peered into the darkness for now being unaware of their presence but that could change any second or so it felt. Before he could really take in the fact that she was deciphering his taste she had lent back in, that tongue once again literally feeling like it was everywhere in fact, it felt like it was coiled around his shaft like a snakes but the ramifications of that were burned away by the white hot pulses of pleasure it sent through his shaft, which now twitched and flexed like prey trying to escape that wet muscles grip.

Her lips advanced as his hips kept trying to escape his control, seeking that warmth, that wetness that tight tug of suction even as his eyes were torn between what he perceived as approaching danger from the stumbling gait of the girl and the sight of Sylvia with his throbbing erection encased in a very soft pair of lips. He was starting to tremble from the sheer effort of resisting the pleasure, not due to any great desire to do so but more so he didn't start helplessly moaning and draw the attention of the uninvited guest whom had stumbled across them. It even looked as if she might literally stumble into Sylvia whose attentions were still focused on the trembling length of his shaft. He knew better than to try and pry her head away given she'd already demonstrated she was stronger than him, not to mention the way her tongue was massaging the nerve packed crown of his member was making it difficult to care about much else beyond the pleasure.

Whilst she seemed more concerned with the fact she couldn't swallow him whole, each time he expected when most people gagged they wouldn't attempt again but Sylvia seemed determined to get all of him into her mouth and didn't seem too concerned at how much noise she was making or how close he was starting to get to a powerful feeling climax. Though any attempt to think about their approaching problem kept blanking from his mind each time his tip nudged her throat. The white hot buzz of pleasure was welling up through his shaft in a way that made his knees weak, his hands were in her hair more to help stop him sliding down the tree than a desire for her to stop as he struggled not to moan out loudly, nor pant too heavily. The idea of holding back alone just seemed to make it feel better and better and better until the world around him seemed to collapse as his eyes struggled not to roll back into his skull, his body straining to contain the ecstasy threatening to burst through his shaft.
 
Idly, Sylvia pondered if it was one of the sensations she had that those other girls desired. The feel of having something filling her mouth so completely, or what happened when she pushed just a little too far. She could feel him writhing in her grasp, and see that conflicted, struggling look. If nothing else she wondered just how much longer he could take it. Just what would happen if he insisted she stop, and she refused? A curious look came to her eyes--she'd endeavor to discover that.

On that thought, she started to rock back and forth upon her knees. No longer trying to drive him into the deepest parts of her throat, but more, to massage the length of his shaft using only her lips which pressed in nice and firm. The additional little drops of precum left her suckling too, tasting each one on her tongue, and then, taking it down her throat, and the more that dribbled out... the more intensely, more ravenously she took it down.

She was still yet unsure if she enjoyed the taste. It was a mix of pleasant and unpleasant, but the only way to know for sure was to try more, just how much would she get from him? Gradually, she increased her pace; at first a slow, gentle rocking, but moving to more a constant back-and-forth, making sure no part of him was left without attention for too long. Her tongue kept most of its focus on the tip, slathering it in saliva as well as what some might call affection.

It didn't make her any less quiet. As had been bound to happen, the drunk girl finally shrugged and turned on her heel. Immediately it took her gaze across the sight of Miles, and Sylvia, and she paused. She paused for a good, long while. For a blinking, deer-in-headlights kind of surprised look, taking in the scene presented before her. Mouth agape, what she did amounted to just staring and watching, for a moment.
 
The situation he found himself in was getting equal parts tense as it was surreal as Sylvia seemed to be unconcerned with being discovered even as she continued to use her mouth on his shaft. Though whilst Sylvia herself for lack of a better description showed a level of indifference toward the stumbling girl nearby her actions were making it increasingly hard for him to stay quiet and not draw any additional attention to them both as they were braced against the tree. Whilst she had seemingly stopped trying to swallow his entire length she had begun to rock back and forth on her knees which was having a pronounced effect on just how much pleasure he was feeling.

Her lips were soft yet they seemed to grip to the now wantonly throbbing length as she suckled that subtle pulling sensation ensuring a steady drip of pre-cum onto her tongue, it was hard to tell still if she was enjoying it or not as much as he was but regular thoughts were becoming more and more difficult. The white hot tingle within his shaft had grown, welling and pulsing through his shaft to the point he honestly worried he might crumple to the ground in rapturous delight at any moment if he wasn't careful. Her tongue despite all this still held the focal of his attention as it massage the head of his shaft.

The slightly drunken stumbling of the girl finally saw her turning around in their direction, that momentary fear and shot of adrenaline was the only thing that stopped him from reaching his climax right then and there as Miles freckled features turned bright pink in the dim light. Sylvia for her part still didn't pay any mind even as the girl looked as if she were having trouble processing what she was seeing further making him wonder how drunk she was, as given the party and it's host sex was hardly going to be a rarity. "S-Sylivia we s-shou.." He never finished that sentence it was immolated from his mind as his orgasm boiled within him.

Syliva's single-minded determination to focus on the task at hand ensured that Miles eyes closed, he bit down on his lip which did little to muffle the groan of absolute ecstasy that engulfed his very being. He had tried to warn her but it being his first time coupled with his sensitivity and the fact they were being watched had his already throbbing shaft begin to flex, his sticky seed practically erupting over Sylvia's tongue over and over again, each time his hips shuddered, his whole body tensing and relaxing as all he could do was hold on. Each surge like a lance of pleasure straight down his shaft and up his spine, into his mind obliterating everything but the sensations.
 
For moment, Sylvia paused. The trickle into her mouth had turned into a sudden flood. It certainly answered her question of just how much she could get from him--in a way. From a small taste to a much larger one, the woman's uncertainty over it was certainly cleared up. Each sticky thread that erupted into her mouth was answered by some movement of her throat as she swallowed it down, finding the substance oddly agreeable to her senses. There was also his reaction, from the way Miles looked she wagered it must have been immensely pleasurable.

Once the final spurt had come--and gone--the woman drew herself back. She left Miles' saliva-drenched member to the mercy of the chilly fall air. Slowly, she rose to her feet, while her jaw shifted from side to side, mouth opening and closing. It ached some, yet another sensation she hadn't experienced before. However, it was oddly... delightful, there was something about it that was just pleasant.

As if for the first time, her head turned and she noted the newcomer just staring at them. "Do you not have somewhere to be?" Her words had a slight, strange echo to them, and they snapped the girl out of her stupor immediately. She nodded her head rapidly, then scurried off out of the treeline and back toward the party. Sylvia turned her attention back on Miles for a moment, then licked her lips. There were other things she felt now, other things she craved, things which she had never had any interest in before. It was her body, that much was sure, so perhaps it was more fair to say her body craved something. However, she, too, was hungry.

Here wasn't the place. "If you desire more," she started, raising her hand and offering it toward him. "Take us somewhere comfortable with more privacy."
 
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