Unforgiven

[Sweetp4u]

Kasey

"Your women?" I held my tongue, though i was tempted to tell him I am no man's posession. Some how I didn't think he would even listen if I had spoken up about that. I wondered briefly if he knew I was a virgin? Or thought I was an easy target? All these thoughts swirled in my head, but I held silent. Just studying him and getting to know little bits by little bits.
"Thank you for the drink, it is rather quiet up here. So tell me Jean, Why did you bring me up here?" I chuckled and went on, "Are you planning on seducing me?"
The room was comfortable and the skylight beautiful to gaze out of. I could no longer hear anything from the room below, nor from the noisey bar beyond those doors. No traffic, nothing.
It felt a little strange, but also romantic in a sense.
"Well come over here and sit, tell me something about yourself?"

 

[Tibxo]

Michael Viron

If Michael Viron feels any anger towards Jean Pierre, he does not show it. Pouring some more wine, he watches his 'friend' lead his 'prey' away from the dance floor before finding himself looking at the lovely Miss Duquesne.

She is interesting. One of Jean Pierre's converts mayhaps?

But one look at her eyes tells him that her soul still burns and far too brightly for an immortal.

Curious that a mere human has such a strength.

"I must admit," he finally says to her, "of all his faults, his taste in women is not one of them. Something that he and I do share and you are incredibly beautiful." His eyes never leaves hers.

If she feels uncomfortable with his compliment, she doesn't show it.

No! This one knows her own beauty and uses it to good affect!

Getting up from the table, he very gallantly asks her for a dance, much to the displeasure of the young girl next to him...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Miara Duquesne

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"I'd be honored Milord," I reply in a half-mocking tone as I gently place my fingers in the palm of Michael's extended hand. Closing his fingers around mine, he draws me immediately into his arms and takes us gliding out onto the dance floor.

His eyes hold mine as we move rhythmically across the floor. I can't help feeling slightly unnerved, though it does afford me the opportunity to examine Jean Pierre's second 'up close and personal'.

His eyes are unlike any I've seen before. Different than Jean Pierre's or any of the 'others' who come to the private club. Dark green, like a forest. One could easily get lost there, I thought with a shiver, though I wasn't sure if it was fear or arousal. Or both. Jean Pierre had taught me that the opposite extreme of fear was passion though one could easily lead to the other, and I could see how this could be true.

I knew of Michael's 'appetites' as I knew those of most of our guests and I was intrigued by his sudden interest in me. Yes, he would be hard to resist, but I had learned to play the games from the best of the best and knew I could hold my own.

"So... Michael," I murmured as he pulled me closer, his breath hot against my neck. "Where did you learn to dance so well? They don't have Arthur Murray in the old country, do they?"

 

[Tibxo]

Michael Viron

"I am afraid I have never have had the pleasure of meeting him." He answers.

They both laugh, his keen senses taking her scent, her texture. It has been a very long time since a human female has interested him purely due to her sexuality. Already, he can feel the need to possess her - sexually.

"Tell me, Miara. How well do you know Jean Pierre?" Viron asks, his mouth is tantalisingly close to her neck, his lips hungering to take her soft skin...