The Devil is in the details

[a_libertine]

This thread is closed for mirandavillere and myself.


E. Lou Rawls for Regent, the sign said. Lou looked up and smiled at it. He had never gone by the name Lou until recently. E stood for Edward, which he had not gone by either. Instead he had been Ed, or Eddie his entire life. Parents called him Eddie, girls too it seemed, but the guys kept it to Ed.

As unlike Lou Rawls as anyone could be, E. Lou Rawls shook his head at the instant change in his 'favorables' and 'electability'. Who would have thought that by going by your middle name, you could get elected so easily. Standing five foot ten, E. Lou weighed a very thin 155. Never a huge athlete, he managed to jog occasionally, but mostly he was gifted with being a mid twenties male, and the metabolism that gives. His hair was long and the color of wheat after a sand storm. Blue eyes peeked out occasionally from the mop best described as shaggy.


There were plenty of opportunities to blow the small lead the name change brought; tonight's fund raiser being the first and perhaps most dangerous of those opportunities.

Moving into the house, it was crowded with college students motivated and momentarily working hard to get one of their own elected. Promises of workng to change the rules and regs about drinking was the plank they cared about.

It was also the first plank he would abandon once elected. College students weren't known for their long term motivation, or memory. Get elected by them, and get their parents to re-elect you. That was the formula.

Hopefully it would work.

It was Halloween, just a handful of days to the election, and the fund raiser tonight looked more like a kegger than a traditional fund raiser, but every one here chipped in. Under 21 the price of admittance was $20, $50 if over. The more than broke even. In fact it should be enough to have one last push of radio ads the morning of the election.

The revelers, err supporters, were dressed in costume, each slightly different than the others, but the major themes were the major themes for a reason. A dozen witches, demoness, vampires. Even one in a tee shirt with a list, with other checked off with H.Sapien written on the line to the right.

A murmur began to build outside. It was low, insistent yet hushed as if it were awestruck. Turning, Lou headed out to see what the fuss was.

 

[mirandavillere]

Nuulah had waited and waited for centuries, suffering the torments of hell, for her turn to be called. Finally, her Lord Satan called her to him and granted her the boon she had asked for, each day for the past seven centuries. She was to be sent to earth. Her mission was as it ever was. She was to lead the innocent astray, to reward the corrupt with brief pleasures that would ensure their damnation, and to sow the seeds of jealousy, betrayal and despair through the power of lust. Nuulah was what mortals called a succubus, an instrument of the devil.

The first thing she was aware of was simply not-burning. The sound that she mistook for the screams of the damned for a moment were actually cheering. She looked around her, and for a moment, she saw that she was still it hell. Except there was some bouncy music playing, and all the devils and demons and monsters seemed to be dancing and drinking and talking to each other. She stood on the walk of a large house, windows open wide despite the autumn chill, full of light despite the dark of night. The music throbbed like a heart racing with passion, and the sign on the lawn proclaimed the Master of the house to be E Lou Rawls.

"That'sh the besht coshtume I've sheen all night," said a vampire with plastic fangs, just before he fell over a railing into some rose bushes. She waved her tail around her feet as people laughed and ignored him. She studied him, and the others nearby, and realized that these were no monsters, no vampires or werewolves, but mortals. Once, mortals had dressed as demons in defiance of the power of Satan, but this was different. They seemed almost to be celebrating his power.

"What is this place?" she hissed at a chubby Spartan warrior, stumbling down the front steps.

He leered at her shamelessly. "Nice, babe. No idea whose place this is. Some chick in my Sociology class invited me."

She turned away, frowning. Sociology had a dark sound to it, but the whole tone of this gathering was wrong. They were not afraid, but they weren't embracing the devil either. It was as if they just didn't believe. None of the people who saw her seemed surprised to see a demon on the lawn, even a pretty one. They were neither frightened nor were they seeking to bargain with her. They simply saw her as another mortal in costume, though she did attract a great deal of attention. Enough that people from inside were coming out to look.

She pondered the possibilities for a fraction of a second. She could show them what she was and give them a taste of Hell's power, but if her Lord Satan had wanted that, he would have sent other demons. Her power was not of terror and awe, but of lust and depravity. She didn't need them to know what she was. In truth, it seemed better to her that they not know. Not yet.

In a blink, she changed. She became a mortal. A devastatingly beautiful mortal with silky black hair and a figure that could not help but inspire lust. Her wings became a harness of wire and silk, and her tail the same. Her hooves became boots, and her horns and fangs harmless toys carved of ivory. Those who had seen her thought it had been the shadowy light and the drink that had made her seem real at first, and as she went up the steps, they seemed almost more appreciative of the demon costume than they had been of the actual demon.

As she reached the door, she saw a man coming down the stairs from above. He was lean, and a bit older than most at this house, but there was an air of command about him. She knew he was the master of the house, and as she stepped in, she smiled up at him.

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[a_libertine]

Stepping outside, Lou saw what was the focus of the commotion, and he easily agreed she was worth whatever the whispers were. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Black hair cascading over her shoulders and down he back, the way it curled around her body, it accentuated her breasts perfectly.

Before he could stop himself he mouthed, "Wow."

Sticking his hand out, "Hello, I am Lou Rawls, and welcome to my party."

He didn't hear what her response was, visions of copulating with her flooded his mind. It would have been easier for him to say what he did not imagine in those first two moments than what he did imagine.

"Come with me, let's find a place where we can be alone a moment or two."

 

[mirandavillere]

She smiled and let him lead her by the hand up the stairs. She let her hips sway, the costume tail swinging behind her in a flimsy parody of the way her true tail swirled and teased, but she knew the sight of her ass cheeks would draw attention, in the miniscule thong that she had on. There were nearly as many female eyes as male on her, some lusting, but more jealous. It seemed that Lou Rawls was someone who they desired, either for himself or his power, if they could even distinguish the two. Mortals seldom could.

At the top of the stairs, they went into a room. She slipped an arm around his waist and let her lips tickle his ear lobe as she whispered softly. "I am Nuulah, thank you for your invitation. Shall I think that all is well with your party?"

 

[a_libertine]

His blood was already beginning to heat up as they walked together, but when she wrapped her arm around his waist, all blood left his body and flooded into his cock, hardening it instantly.

Her lips brushing against his ear were soft and lush, leading his mind to imagine them wrapped around his cock, sucking at him, while bobbing up and down his length.

"I don't know about before your arrival, but now things are looking up now."

He turned into her and wrapped his hands around her waist holding her still as he looked into her gray green eyes. "Nuulah is a beautiful name; nearly as beautiful as the creature that possesses it."

Unable to hold himself back, Lou leaned in until his mouth found hers. Licking at her lips a moment as her mouth opened, he thrust his tongue into her mouth as visions of taking her filled his mind again.

Their bodies ground against one another as he broke the kiss briefly, asking, "How did you hear about the fund raiser?"

 

[mirandavillere]

She kissed him back, letting her nearly naked body rub sensually against him, feeling him stiffen. Her tongue danced around his and her lips pulled gently, as though she were trying to pull him into her. She purred softly as his arms slipped around her waist, pulling her close, and she cooed as she felt his hard cock pressing against her.

When he broke the kiss, she pouted sweetly at him, her eyes bright with desire. He whispered sweet things to her, the usual sort of stuff that men told women to lead them astray, and she smiled prettily. If he wanted to believe that he was seducing her, then she would certainly let him. She turned away from him, pretending shyness.

"How did you hear about the fund raiser?" he asked. She quickly decided that he didn't want to hear that she had come directly from hell and arrived here, for reasons unknown to her. She remembered what the chubby spartan had said, and echoed.

"Some chick in my Sociology class invited me." She looked at him, then, her eyes searching his, her face a mask of uncertainty. "If you seek to raise funds, is there some way I could be of use?"

 

[a_libertine]

She looked deliciously sexy and lost a moment as Nuulah asked, "If you seek to raise funds, is there some way I could be of use?"

He looked into her wondrous eyes a moment and replied, "Of all the uses I can think of for you right now, not one of them involves another person, for now."

Lowering his mouth to hers again, he moved one hand to her breast and freed it from the nearly gossamer corset she was wearing. It was perfectly sized and proportioned and his mouth quickly left hers and reappeared circling her areola. Flicking his tongue across the quickly hardening nub, he felt her arch into his embrace.

Returning to her mouth he whispered, "First things first, I would love to feel these lush lips of yours on a certain part of my body."