Welcome to Hell.

[Erlind]

My face raises to look up at him, fingers stilling in their infernal groping and scrabbling.

"Whatever I want?"

Fingers resume their movements, unbuttoning, unzipping, scooping and pulling OUT that which I require. Honey brown eyes gleam as Hell's fires rage higher. Full lips purse and attach them selves to the rapidly hardening length that beckons for me to explore each and every inch.

"Good."

She hunts and quickly finds. Her lips drawing a light sharp breath from me as she finds what she seeks.

"Yes." Partially I'm answering her question and partially just responding to her lips wrapping around me. What hardness our gentle teasing and her touch alone hadn't yet drawn out is now being found by those luscious lips. I slip my simple black t-shirt off, not wanting to deny what I'd offered her. Anything she'd like.

I lean back and grip the bar. I'm vaguely aware of a slender hand leaving a glass of ice water next to me on the bar, but only vaguely. My focus is on her.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I am lost now, savoring his scent, his texture, his TASTE.
He reeks of maleness~ of want and lust and need and desire. He tastes of sleeplessness, overwrought and over worked muscles, of home and all things worth wanting to keep safe.

My mouth dips down, enclosing more of his shaft in the warm confines of my mouth. My cheeks hollow, pulling him ever deeper, suckling upon him as if I were a new born babe, feasting at her mother's breast.

I am replete with him, drunk on him.

I want...to taste him.

The speed of my suckle increases and with each and every downward stroke, I take him deeper. Until the head of shaft kisses the top of my throat. A low groan emerges around the impediment I feast upon.

He is mine, right now.

 

[Erlind]

A pleasured groan tears from my throat as she descends. I sound like I belong in Hell and it feels wonderful. I can feel her drinking me in as she takes more, like I truly am her snack, like I could sustain her. I gladly would.

The thick length of me is filling her mouth when she groans and my knees nearly fail to support me. My body wants to do nothing more than feel her. Thinking gets harder and harder. I reach out and fingers sink into and wrap in her hair. I need to have her. Need is all I feel.

"Please ...," I barely utter again and again, "please." I crave her so much I can articulate no more than that lone desperate lust ridden word.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

My mouth releases him with a soft pop of sound.

"Please, E? What would you have? My mouth? Your release?"

Mouth resumes it's leisurely suckling for a few long moments before I grip his hips tightly in small hands and force him to thrust into the wetness that cradles him. Each and every forward bucking motion sends the head deeper into my mouth, the head kissing the back of my throat well enough to make me gag.

I want him deeper.

I want him...in me...but I will settle for a taste.

Warm mouth releases him, strong hands loosen, honey brown eyes gaze upwards, pleading.

"Take what you need, E...give me what I want."

Mouth opens, eyes close and I return to my prize like a thirsty man to drink.

 

[Erlind]

My mind seems to teeter on the edge of losing everything to sensation when she stops and speaks. Velvet voice, the look in her eyes, and her actions all tell me more than the words, but somehow I know I needed them too.

As her eyes slip closed and she returns to her dedicated search for her taste of me I know I can't hold much longer. Hand leaves her hair and returns to join the other in their task of staying stable. My knuckles hurt as I grip the bar harder and suddenly I tense completely. Every part of my body tightening in unison as endorphins flood, drown my brain. I spill into the little wolf's eager mouth granting what she's so skillfully sought. Filling her with that taste.

I sink, hands still gripping the bar above and behind me, and slowly slump to the ground.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

It doesn't take long...and yet, it takes forever.

But eventually, he gives me what I want. I swallow greedily, thirstily, stilling the infernal bitch hidden deep within me. I am drowning in him, losing myself to him.
And when it is over, when he is emptied and I am filled?

I open my eyes, release him from my mouth and whisper two words.

"Thank you."

One small hand reaches for him, touches him. Soon enough I move closer, curling my body around his taller, more muscled one. Small hands trace his shape.

 

[Erlind]

I wander down into Hell in search of something though I'm not quite sure what. As I walk across the bar at the gate of hell flames occasionally seep up through the floor to lick at bare feet and the bottom of my jeans, but just for an instant at a time, not long enough to really burn. I take a seat in a large comfortable leather chair and motion for a server.

A shapely little demon scurries up with a wicked grin, clearly ready to serve. Thin fabric hangs on her waist, but otherwise her red flesh is completely bare.

"Cigar and coffee."

I scan the room while she's away, but its fairly empty aside from those that have slipped up for a short reprieve from the abyss. She returns quicker than I expected with a mug of steaming coffee and a silver tray with a book of matches, a cutter, and fine cigar. I take the mug from her hands and take a sip of the scalding liquid before setting it on the table next to me then I motion to the tray.

"Would you?"

The little dark haired succubus gives a toothy grin as if she's the predator in this game somehow. She cuts the cigar and then slowly crawls into my lap before placing the cigar between my lips. With a little snap a match brings flame and I carefully puff until a healthy glowing ember has formed.

Then in a flash of motion I grab the long braid that trailed down her bare back and use it to slam her head against the arm of the chair. She starts to struggle, but stops when I slip my knife from its sheath on my belt and hold the cool steel against her throat. Desperate eyes look up and the silent question is asked.

Why?

I apply a little more pressure, but before I break the skin I pull the blade. Whatever I'm looking for its not her, in any respect. She starts to pull away, but I slam her back down with her braid and whip the knife across her cheek causing a short precise cut that begins to bleed immediately. Then I loose my grip and push her away.

As she scrambles away, I take a deep draw on the cigar and let out a small cloud of smoke. The knife is slipped back in its sheath and I grab the coffee. Still hunting for something.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The steady click of booted feet echo along the stairs that lead me deeper and deeper into Hell's embrace. As the heat meets the coldness that surrounds me, copious amounts of steam begin to build up, escaping with hisses and sighs.

I ignore it.

Eventually, I find myself at the main level, Limbo as it were, my eyes snapping left to right before small feet carry me forward.

I need ice cold refreshment. Vodka will do.

 

[Erlind]

I tap my half finished cigar on the table's edge sending little bits of ash scattering across the stone floor and smile. I'm watching mist drift off the wolf as she comes in out of the cold. I leave the cigar smoldering on the table next to the half drunk coffee. Smoke drifts up in little wisps.

I rise and follow the woman to the bar where she's seeking her drink. My footsteps are quiet, but I don't doubt she knows I'm here. I step up just behind her and pull her close.

"Luna."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I smell him long before I feel him~that scent that says male. An odd combination of caffeine and musk, tobacco and testosterone. His arms enfold me but not quickly enough. I spin about, on one heel, and press the warmth of my smaller frame against him, mouth rising immediately to capture his in a slow, deep, wet kiss.

Hello you. My work day is just about done.

 

[Erlind]

There is for a moment a look of surprise on my face, but it quickly gives way to a wide grin. The kiss is immediate and passionate, lacking the usual games we play for so long before it.

"I'm glad to hear it."

I step forward slightly leaving little room for her between either myself or the bar. Teeth briefly find her ear and strong arms stay wrapped around her.

"You seem like you've been having a pleasant day, or at least a less sick one."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The delight I take in his presence is evident. One would have to be dead or at least without sense to not see the pleasure he provides me. As he presses me back against the hard wood of the bar, so do I press him, using strong thighs and soft breasts to keep him almost off balance.

Tis a delicate task, but we are well suited to one another now and games are for children.

I feel better. Not whole yet, but way better than before.

Eyes travel toward the clock in the real world, a small frown marring open features.

I hope you are still here when I return.

Tongue and teeth meet juicy masculine lip and then brown skinned boi/grrl/wolfling disappears...

 

[Erlind]

"Maybe I will be," I tell her as she vanishes.

I start to turn with the bit of aether I cut earlier appears with the wolf's drink. She seems confused and I do little to help the matter, only arching an eyebrow and staring hard until the demon leaves.

I return to my chair and sit back, beginning to coax the ember in my cigar back to life.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wolfling reappears, smelling of vanilla and sandalwood. Nude but for the pendant her twin gave to her, reddish cap of curls still wetly trailing over her forehead.

Her head snaps left, pinning the succu-bitch behind the bar with an impatient gaze.

"I need ice cold vodka. No chaser. no sugar. No lemons. Just a bottle and a shot glass."

Small hand flings itself outward to point imperiously at the wing back chair stationed just before the main pit in the center of the room.

"Bring it, on a tray."

Nude wolfling turns and heads for the chair, her legs moving with steady clock work precision. Once she settles into her seat, her battered lap top appears, already on and scrolling for the first of her owed bits.

She hopes that E is still about.

 

[Erlind]

I watch her arrive. She seems harsh. Predatory. Beautiful. It almost makes me want to give her the slip. I'm not afraid or even nervous, but it just seemed like a fun idea. Empty mug and stub of a burnt out cigar are left behind for someone to clean up, likely the one fetching the wolf's drink.

I approach the set of bare cinnamon curves and stand just out of her reach. Bare feet are shoulder width apart and my hands clasped behind my back. Its a bit of a submissive stance, but still relaxed. I grin softly at the woman already beginning her work.

"You've returned. I like the outfit."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Golden eyes gleam from my face, more wolfling than not, right now. With a cock of my head, his scent is captured and stored away for further delectation~~later. Rising to my feet takes but a moment and then I take the few strides that will put him within my grasp.

I refrain.

He is standing there, his lips curved just so, his body looking at ease yet ready to move in whatever direction he deems needful. I like that. His hands are clasped behind him, legs slightly spread.

I like that even more and I know that it shows.

It's then that the succu-bitch makes her approach. One small hand reaches out, grabs the tray, flings it behind me. The magic of this place gently takes over and floats it onto a stand. It has to...as I already have her throat in my hand, squeezing.

"How are you today, whore?"

Golden green eyes spark fire but dim when they see my grin. Pointed tongue snakes out to touch the corner of ripe lips. I turn her, until she is facing him, positioned just between us. The hand slips from the front of her neck to the nape..before sliding upward into her dark dark hair.

Small hand twists into it, forcing her to bend, forcing her to kneel.

"Answer me."

Hand continues it's merciless twining...and all the while, I have forgotten she is even there because my eyes are focused upon him, taking in his easy stance, his cock sure grin. If she answers, I don't hear her. I am busily stripping him in my mind...and letting him know it, with my eyes.

"Never mind..."

Hand releases her hair, pushes her away.

"Hello E...is good to see you are still about...."

 

[Erlind]

"So I see. I would hate to disappoint."

The grin doesn't leave my face. I can see the hunger in her, a predator through and through and I just grin. I don't turn my head, but eyes run over her, drinking in every inch of her. The little demon bitch does not even bother getting to her feet as she scrambles away in the peripheral of my vision. She knows the lucky break she has found. The wolf has found something else to keep her focus.

"So what are your plans for the night, dear wolf? What have I stuck around for?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The grin that brightens my face has to be big.

I step closer, baby steps, a tease to us both~until I am plastered against him, head tilted back to gaze up into his face. My words, when they come are husky, low, lyrical.

"Oh, just the pleasure of your company. Who knows when your real world will whirl you away?"

My hands give the lie to those words, wandering up over his chest, nails stroking fabric covered skin. Up on tip toe, now. Full lips curving upward until I can kiss his chin with my grin.

"Why else would you have stuck around, E?"

Right hand drifts downward, stroking chest and belly before resting lightly at the spot located, just there.

 

[Erlind]

"I can think of no other reason, dear wolf. You vanish just as well as I do anymore though, I think. I taunt and taunt and nothing ever comes of it."

I stay as I am just for her as her nails tease at the skin beneath the shirt, as her lips grace my chin. Its strangely difficult to stay relaxed under her touch. I manage to keep myself from tensing though.

I glance down at her hand and then back into her eyes. Beautiful hungry eyes.

"I shouldn't vanish tonight. I should be here for some time actually."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I can not deny the truth in his statement. I do disappear just as much as he does. Probably more than he does. It can not be helped. Real life always intrudes when I don't want it to.

"Well will you come sit with me, then. Let me cuddle in your lap while I attempt to put some sort of words in order?"

Small hand cups a hip, strokes a thigh, moves slightly inward, upward to flutter...just there.

"After all, you make an excellent...chair and I love to...sit on you. I am sure you'd also make an excellent hobby horse."

A wicked grin before I step away and force myself to behave. I am not sure that it will work if he chooses to seat himself in my chair but for the nonce...he is dressed and we are safe.

 

[Erlind]

She touches and teases, but takes it no further. My grin falters for just a moment as her hand leaves my thigh before I think about her request. I give a slight bow that borders on mocking without actually crossing the line in any way. I'm not sure how serious I meant it even as I did it. Then I take a seat where the wolf had been before I arrived.

"Come and sit and write, Luna. Let me know if I can be any inspiration, or distraction as necessary." I sit back and try to make myself a comfortable seat for her to curl up in before adding one last thought.

"I'll try to be a good chair, but its a pity we're too grown up for fun and games. We'll never know if I'd make a good pony for you to ride."

 

[IvoryTigress]

The Tigress enters briefly, long enough to whisper quietly in a wolf's ear.

I owe words to you, I know. Something I needed to post here has blocked me for a few days...I should have something for you early next week. My apologies, my wolven friend.

She slips back up out of Hell, the demands of the real world holding her away this weekend so far....and a party tonight...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I think...that I am scared of him. Or at least scared of starting something that one of us will disappear in the middle of. I don't think we've ever finished a single thing we've started outside of the realm of stories. I used to think it was just me...but now, I am not so sure.

Turning lightly, I watch as he strides away to my chair, arranging his lean body in my seat and cracking wise about my need of a pony. One day, when I get over being terrified that he will go away, just when we are right there...one day...

Just then big Cat enters. Her words cause me to nod, my lips curving into a sweet smile. I know that she has other things due and I know that I am not her top priority. We've written together far too many times for me to worry about her responses. I know that she will write when her Muse allows her to do so.

I whisper a heartfelt

No worries, pretty Cat

before resuming my stroll to the chair and the man ensconced within it. my body settles easily against his, slipping and adjusting until I am curled like a small pup in the hollow of his lap. My mouth touches his chin, his ear, his mouth before I force myself to reach for the vodka bottle.

A single shot is poured and I take it quickly. Finally, I answer his final statement with words of my own.

"We are never too old, E...just...well our timing usually ends up with one of alone at an inopportune time....and today would suck if that happened now so I figure why chance it...."

Golden eyes gleam up at him, full lips curve into a secret smile.

 

[Erlind]

I let her take her seat with me and get comfortable. I take lips on my skin and the kiss as they are meant to be received. She speaks her words and I understand them, but at the same time I don't.

"As much as I would love to have every day to write at Lit, my attention unfettered, I would hate it too. The responsibilities, expectations, and burdens of life are what make it worth living. The time I had my most time at Lit and did my most writing was when I was worst off in my life. I may hate it when life steals us away, but its better than the world having no cause to call us. We just have to take the time we can."

I relax, glad to have the bare wolf against me. I can feel her heat and as I listen I can hear the beat of her heart. There are few places I'd rather be than at the mouth of Hell with this naked beauty against me as she works. It is a pity its not more real.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I nod, after all, tis nothing more than the truth. Real life always comes first. It has to. Otherwise~bills would never get paid, romance would never occur, jobs would never get worked.

Even so, I like it when we have a few free moments to be together in this land of pretend. I just wish I could tuck him in my pocket and pull him out whenever I needed a cuddle.

That thought cracks me up, a bubbly giggle escaping as I reach for my computer.

"I know. I know..."

Butt wriggles, getting more comfortable against the hardened planes of his body.

"Sorry, sorry..."

Finally, I am completely comfy. Feet dangle over one arm of the chair, my butt is firmly ensconced in his lap and my upper body is twisted slightly to fit just beneath his arm. Giving a happy sigh, I re-open my computer and debate which piece is owed next...

It takes a moment for me to realize that I am still wiggling...a slow back and forth.