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Post by Xaviere on Oct 1, 2017 5:57:13 GMT
Xaviere ducked her head and smiled when Torrey shot back at Lazarus a retort asking for a bigger cut. Good for her. Lazarus didn't miss a beat either.
"Thirty five percent and a proper kiss and you have yourself a deal." The fairy licked the honeydew syrup off her fingers as she watched the exchange and pushed her wine glass over the bar for a refill. Her job on paper might have been Lazarus' assassin, but Xaviere - like all of Lazarus' closest employees - played more than one role for the King of Thieves in practice. Facilitating hiring Torrey was well within her wheelhouse - she'd spotted the Daemon had a talent Lazarus could use, and while she hadn't had anything specific in mind when she invited Torrey here she wasn't surprised Lazarus had extracted extra value out of it.
Xaviere spun on her stool to watch Tor stride across the room. Her brows shot up and she grinned, leaning back against the bar with her wine glass in one hand, when the Daemon straddled Lazarus. The King of Thieves seemed entirely unperturbed by this; he leaned back on the couch, head tilted back to make eye contact with Tor, the bottle of vodka still in hand though he'd drained his first shot glass. And when Tor called her over she obliged, wandering over. Her wings fluttered slowly, her hair stirring in the perpetual cool breeze her magic created around her, and she strolled around the back of the couch. Leaning over, the Fairy ran a finger under Lazarus' jaw, turning his head so she could kiss him deeply, and with her other hand she reached around Tor and grabbed the bottle of vodka out of his unresisting grasp. She didn't stop kissing him as she handed the bottle to Tor.
Eventually, though, one had to come up for air. She grinned at the Daemon and gestured to the shot glasses on the table.
"Go on then, let's have a drink." Xaviere turned and sat on the back of the couch for a moment and, in a quick graceful movement, lifted her legs over and spun around so she was sitting on the back of the couch just above and to the side of Lazarus. Primly, she crossed her legs and ignored Lazarus' hand when he ran a hand up her calf, over her knee, along one exposed thigh. His eyes, though, were on Tor.
"You've got your vodka, Tor. What's this good time you promised?"
"Don't feel obliged to give him anything, Tor. I stole that vodka back fair and square, and he didn't even make me work very hard for it."
"Can I at least claim my kiss now instead of after the job?"
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Post by Torrey on Oct 1, 2017 17:17:06 GMT
Gods, the guy seemed so full of himself with the way he just acted so casually with Torrey straddling, and well..damn, she supposed that was pretty hot. She shot an eyebrow up, not at all surprised at his own bargaining. Thirty-five percent was nothing, so she leaned forward closer to him. “Make it forty five percent and I’ll even give you some tongue, sweet cheeks. And a bonus.” Forty-five was a bit much, nearly half, and she didn’t fully expect him to go with that amount. It was a fairly common and even brazen tactic with bargaining though, as she was sure Lazarus was well aware. By going up a higher amount, he was more likely to raise his percentage of her cut as well by a little bit. It was worth a shot.
When Xave grabbed the vodka though and handed to her, Torrey immediately swung a leg over and stood up off of Lazarus, holing the drink up high in victory. She poured herself a shot and downed it immediately, then another, and another. Three shots in very short succession. Again, she poured another one, but this time handed it and the bottle to Xave while Lazarus was brazenly showing what he his whole goal there was.
She crossed her arms and sized him up from head to toe, taking in all of his features. There was more than just his attractive appearance to her that was appealing. It was most defiantly the attitude too, and the fact he was some sort of notorious gangster. Torrey had no patience for goody-two-shoes. She liked the bad boys, and always would. Especially if they had some level of authority and were used to ordering people around.
The intention behind the request was all too obvious, but Torrey was into it. Loosening up her wings so they drooped just slightly, she went back to straddling him and felt her face with the back of her scaly hand. Her hand slid down to his free one, and as she leaned in to give him the kiss he wanted, she brought his hand up against her exposed waist and to the wrap she had around her chest, letting go of his hand as it was placed over her breast and her mouth was pressed firmly against his, open and inviting to let their tongues explore each other.
This hadn’t been her intention at all, even when meeting Lazarus initially. She wasn’t entirely sure how it got to that point, but maybe that was part of why he was dangerous. The man was manipulative even if not brazenly so, and Torrey loved that feeling of being manipulated in that instance at least. A different time, a different place, and in a different mood, she would have had a much different reaction, most likely a more violent and angry one.
The daemoness pulled away, feeding just a little on the sexual energy that was gradually increasing the more her and Xave taunted the gangster. The taste of him lingering on her lips, she gave an innocent look, as if pretending to not know that she was intentionally teasing him. “Oh I’m sorry, was that not enough to convince you to get me a bigger cut?” Eyelashes batting, she momentarily gave Xave a look of amusement. The fae woman was way different than she’d ever expected, and Torrey was already having some fun with her boss after just meeting him a bit ago. They were defiantly going to be friends. Torrey noted how she could use a friend like Xave. Though very different, they seemed to be similar in some ways as well.
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Post by Xaviere on Oct 4, 2017 7:23:01 GMT
Lazarus' expression didn't change. He rarely looked aggressive or angry; in fact, he rarely looked anything but calm or vaguely amused. Introspective, very self-contained, the King of Thieves was hard to perturb.
"Thirty eight percent and not a penny more. You drive a hard bargain, Tor." The wheeling and dealing didn't interest Xaviere; she didn't get involved in base thuggery and had no idea what the work was worth, nor did she care whether Lazarus managed to strike himself a good deal. She cared about having a good time though and accepted the vodka bottle and shot from Tor, watching as the Daemon downed three shots in quick succession. She had better tolerance than Xaviere, then; the Fairy loved to drink but she was all of five feet and ninety five pounds, and had to be a little sensible. She drank the first shot slower than was traditional, not sipping it but not knocking it back either, wanting to feel the cold burn of the spirit. Then, she topped up the shot glass and handed it to Lazarus who did the same and set the now half-empty bottle on the table in front of him. Idly, Xaviere ran her fingers through his short dark hair, and it was with the same easy familiarity the King of Thieve's hand skimmed higher along her thigh.
Then, she leaned forward and poured herself another shot while Tor kissed Lazarus. Xaviere had no qualms about leaning over the two as they entwined, Lazarus tilting his head back and allowing his hand to be directed according to Tor's preferences. Passive though he seemed at first he was skillful, willing to go along with the flow but confident and directive within this. The touch of his fingers was light, practiced, his kiss sensual and exploratory. Xaviere was not possessive about Lazarus in the least and, although she'd rejected much of Fae tradition and heritage, she'd retained an easy comfort with public displays of affection and intimacy.
"You're part succubus, aren't you?" The Fairy arched a brow at these words, glancing down at Lazarus from where she still sat on the edge of the couch. He must have felt something, then, in Torrey's actions or energy. There was the merest hint of breathlessness to his voice as he asked the question and that was a little unusual; generally he was so self-composed and calm all the time it was wildly infuriating to someone passionate, fiery and temperamental, like Xaviere.
"I think she's earned thirty nine percent after that, Laz."
"Butt out, you." The Fairy laughed and returned to running her fingers absentmindedly through his hair.
"Kiss me, Tor, and he'll melt. He loves to watch..."
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Post by Torrey on Oct 5, 2017 4:53:40 GMT
Torrey wouldn’t argue anymore about her cut. It was more than fair, and she felt that with what she was going to give him, it’d defiantly be worth the slight loss of income on his side. No doubt he was used to women being all over him though, but as a succubus she was confident that she’d be able to give him a bit of a better time than the normal riff raff. As she had said, the daemon was a bit of a light weight with alcohol, and was already beginning to feel very tipsy from the quick shots she took.
It was even more obvious that he was used to women being all over him. She wondered how much he indulged in besides Xave, obviously, but it wasn’t much of a concern. The daemon didn’t form attachments past close friends anyways, and even then she’d just met the guy and Xave. To her, he was more like…a plaything at the moment. She did liked the way he touched her though, and she’d found herself grinding her hips down onto him just a bit.
When she had pulled away, part of her was surprised that he’d guess so quickly what she partly was, but another was not entirely surprised. Teasingly, she licked her lips and leaned back a bit, her wings extending just a little as she loosened up a bit from being tense a little bit ago. “Mmm? Maybe. You might just have to find out,” she purred.
Torrey laughed at Xave, but didn’t comment on upping the pay. She didn’t want to press the gangster too much, and they were much too distracted now for her to really care.
Though she was by definition heterosexual, Torrey had been with women in the past before. She harbored no sexual attraction to her same sex, but as long as coin was involved, she didn’t much care. Xave convinced her even at the get go by stating that Lazarus would melt, and she did love to put on a show for people. Smiling, she turned her attention from the gangster to the fae women, who on closer inspection was stunning. If Lazarus liked to delve into pleasure with her, she could understand why.
"He might love to watch, but we'll make him wanna join in." The daemon woman didn’t move out of her straddling position on Lazarus. Instead, she twisted herself just a bit to better face Xave and leaned forward, moving her hand up behind the fae woman’s head and pulling her in for a deep kiss.
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Post by Xaviere on Oct 7, 2017 0:47:20 GMT
Part succubus, huh? That would explain Tor's natural sex appeal, which certainly wasn't dulled by avian features. Xaviere was Fae, Lazarus a Shapeshifter, and neither were unfamiliar with animalistic features that might have upset the delicate sensibilities of the much less...diverse...Humans. Lazarus had a thing for wings, actually, as Xaviere happened to know - he was in his Human form now but no doubt at some point he would change, revealing the inky blue feathers of his own wings. Somehow, Xaviere wasn't the least bit surprised he currently had two similarly winged women draped all over him.
The Fairy didn't care about the overt display of sexuality currently happening on the couch, though. Even if she wasn't started to feeling the warm flush of the alcohol loosen her tongue, what few inhibitions she had, Xaviere was relaxed about sex. There was nothing shameful, nothing secret, in mutual pleasure, and all of the people in this bar either worked for or were otherwise acquainted with Lazarus. The King of Thieves cultivated a generally shame-free environment around him; serious, mysterious, enigmatic, and yet quietly indulgent, Lazarus seemed to weave a world around him of relaxed enjoyment. It wasn't flashy, or dramatic; emotions didn't tend to run high. He abhorred unnecessary gossip, brawling, rumour milling, anything inelegant or common like that. But there was an implied freedom from judgement or drama around him and Xaviere had always been drawn to that.
She wasn't surprised when Tor kissed her. The Daemon woman seemed to love a challenge; she was definitely playing with Lazarus, taunting, seeing what she could draw out. Xaviere leaned into the kiss, reaching up to cup Tor's jaw in one hand. Tor wasn't really interested in her, of course - Laz was the real draw card, Xaviere presuming the other woman was straight. But that didn't matter much; this wasn't about relationships, or commitment, or defining anything. It was about doing whatever Tor was comfortable with in the interests of seduction. How far she decided to take her toying with Lazarus was entirely up to her, but thus far it was working. There was a dark kind of intensity in the King of Thieve's eyes as he leaned back and watched them. Lazarus had an artistic eye and loved beautiful things; this was a big part of the reason he had hired Xaviere in the first place. He could have had some quiet, shadowed assassin who would be forgettable, unmemorable, draw no attention, but he admired the Fae's overt sexuality, her showy, dark beauty. So watching her kiss the equally captivating Tor, striking with her playful, pretty features and avian qualities, was a kind of performance art for his enjoyment. The way he watched them was utterly shameless, an observer to his own personal show.
When Xaviere broke the kiss it was to pour them each another shot. She handed them out, cheeks lightly flushed, smile playful, delighted. She raised her glass in a kind of toast, vodka spilling over the side, cold on her fingers.
"To chance meetings and fortuitous business. Welcome to Laz's world, Tor. Should be fun, even if it's only temporary."
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Post by Torrey on Oct 7, 2017 3:40:09 GMT
The lax attitude between Torrey, Lazarus, and Xave was an added bonus. Though she loved to get disapproving glares at her brazen sexuality on the streets, or the words of disgust forced through someone’s teeth at her lack of consideration for other people’s privacy, this was a nice change of pace. Besides briefly working at a brothel for a bit of extra coin, there’d been few times were she could be so openly sexual without much judgement. There were many a-times that men weren’t very interested due to all her avian features, but that didn’t seem to be the case at all with Lazarus.
She actually liked the feeling of being admired so much, even if just for her beauty. It was all too blatantly obvious to her, the type of man Lazarus was, and damn did she appreciate that. Torrey was not into any commitments at all beyond what see was paid to do. The only thing she was remotely interested in was entertaining herself. Thanks to that, she genuinely felt good about herself, even if she was seen more as a piece of entertaining art. There was no way to know just yet if he was the type to try and take advantage of that though, but then he’d soon learn not to fuck with her. If he was willing to hire her though, and with Xave around, she was willing to bet he was not that type of person to begin with.
Xave had soft lips, some of the softest she’d ever kiss. Maybe that was a fae thing, or maybe it was just her. Either way, it was fun and she was smiling once the kiss was broken. Xave was very experienced herself. Fae lived for a damn long time, longer than daemons, and briefly she was curious on how hold the fae woman was.
Though already well on her way to being drunk, Torrey didn’t hesitate to join in the small toast, mirroring Xave’s smile and eyes side glancing at the beautiful man she sat on top of. “As long as the coin keeps coming and the drinks keep flowin’, I might come around more often.” Raising her glass, she downed the shot just like the others; straight into her mouth as she threw her head back and swallowed it in one gulp. Some of the cold liquid trailed down of the side of her mouth, but she didn’t much care.
Torrey wasn’t quite done just yet though, and she was fully willing to have some fun with Lazarus and Xave. She was all for sharing. “I still have my hunger that’s yet to be sated. You can't keep a succubus hungry now, can you?” she purred, her intentions brazen and obvious. Torrey extended her wings a lot more to add to the show. They were bulk and big, but not uninteresting. Her coverts and the back side of her wings were a beautiful, golden color while the rest framed it beautifully with a darker, but lush brown. The wings moved inward to where they were nearly around both Xave and Lazarus, almost encouraging them to all move closer together. Moving her hips in a circular motion, her amethyst eyes met with Laz, but she was speaking to Xave as well. “Shall we have a little more fun, loves?”
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Post by Xaviere on Oct 7, 2017 6:48:18 GMT
Xaviere licked the vodka from her fingers, Lazarus tilting his head back to watch her do this, before she leaned down and started unbuttoning the man's shirt. The casualness with which she did this, the easy familiarity, suggested how much time she'd spent with Lazarus over the last five years. She leaned down as whispered something in his ear and Lazarus nodded. He leaned forward suddenly, one arm curling around Torrey as he did so to ensure she didn't think he was trying to get up, so he could shrug his shirt off.
"Not to be forward, Tor, but I'm more comfortable in my half or true form." Xaviere snorted at that. Not to be forward? As if he hadn't been a brazen flirt from the second they walked in the door.
"Oh come on, you're the very definition of forward."
"You're the one that suggested it, Xave." True. And the King of Thieves was beautiful when he shifted. He was very lean, built like a dancer, with narrow hips and defined musculature. The wings that appeared in his half form were long and elegant, their feathers a glossy midnight blue, like spilled ink. When he leaned back on the couch again they draped over the couch, relaxed, catching the dim light of the bar so they were edged with gold. Lazarus also had intricate, swirling tattoos the same shade as his wings in this form, curling over his arms and chest, creeping up his neck. Xaviere ran a finger over his bicep, along his throat, tracing the familiar patterns.
Settled now, more comfortable, Lazarus waited until Tor put her shot glass down before pulling her in for another kiss, tasting icy spirits on her breath. Until now he'd been the passive recipient of their attentions but being in his half-form seemed to free him, a little, from a naturally iron-willed self-restraint. Which Xaviere, of course, knew when she asked him to shift.
"Good. You're pretty decent company, you know." Xaviere appreciated a person who could get Lazarus half-naked within an hour of meeting him. And she wasn't going to lie; this little game with a succubus was more than intriguing. An invitation for more fun, too? Well, how could Xaviere resist.
Lazarus was reacting to the way Torrey was moving on him, that much was already apparent. His pupils were blown out and although his posture still looked relaxed when he leaned back from kissing her - wings and arm draped over the back of the couch, his other hand still on Xaviere's thigh, legs slightly spread as Tor ground on his lap - Xaviere knew the intensity in his gaze. The man had a hard on for sure, and she smiled at Tor in approval. The vodka was doing its work and she felt light, floating, and oh so turned on herself. She stayed seated on the back of the couch, Lazarus' wing around her back, but she uncrossed her legs and propped one up on the couch arm. One hand was back in Lazarus' hair and the other took Lazarus' hand from her thigh and guided it brazenly between her legs. The fairy bit her lip as Lazarus turned his head and watched her face when he slid a finger inside her, making her breath hitch. She smiled again at Tor, a flush to her cheeks that had nothing to do with the exhibitionism of doing this in the middle of Lazarus' bar.
"A little more fun sounds like just what we need." She leaned forward and kissed Tor again - the other woman hadn't seemed to mind it before - until Lazarus coaxed a moan from her with clever fingers even as her teeth toyed with Tor's lower lip.
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Post by Torrey on Oct 7, 2017 8:17:50 GMT
The casual way that Xave worked on Lazarus’s shirt seemed so familiar to the two of them. She wondered if Lazarus was like this with most of his employees, picking people that were pretty to look at and fun to play with. It sounded almost appealing to work consistently for him for that reason; Torrey didn’t mind being a pretty display, but then there was that damn form of commitment. So temporary jobs would still do. Perhaps she’d visit more often.
She was honestly breath taken when he shifted into his half-form. Sure, his human form was drop dead gorgeous, but his half-form was something else entirely. Torrey found herself giggling, laughing at how he’d apologized for being “so forward”, because he seemed like the type, just like Xave commented afterwards, to always be forward. “That’s no issue with me.” Hell, she looked more like a shifter than a daemon besides her shining eyes and bright, pale skin.
Without moving much, she just leaned back and admired the brilliance of his wings. They were stunning, and she was a little amused that all three of them had wings. Something seemed to shift in his attitude, and Torrey loved it. She was mildly surprised when he initiated a kiss, not her, since he’d been so stoic a few moments before. Shifters tended to feel more natural the closer they were to their true form, and she didn’t complain. Being tipsy made her even more sexual than normal, though she was still just barely sober enough to be well aware of her actions.
She eyed Xave playfully. “I know I’m good company. Wouldn’t want to waste either of your times.” Her voice was just a little husky, her face beginning to flush as she felt Laz’s hardened member in between her thighs. His fingers were working magic with Xave, and Torrey, with her talons just barely extended, lightly traced them along his lean, hardened muscles. Both of his hands stopped as his hips however, and she held him firmly with both hands, using his hips more as a handle. Torey pulled herself close to him and kissed him again, though his mouth was fully open this time and her tongue explored his, somewhat slowly, but with brazen desire. The sexual energy coming from Laz and Xave appealed to her, and she fed on it just ever so much to intensify their feelings just a bit more.
Torrey only pulled away to breath, but soon she find herself locking lips with Xave again as well, who seemed to have an irregularity with the way she moved her tongue and bit Torrey’s lip with Lazarus skillfully moving his fingers around inside her.
The daemon, while distracted with Xave, used the tips of her sharp talons on her hand to shred the trousers Lazarus was wearing. He’d probably have to get new ones, but undoing everything and trying to pry his pants off was too much of a hassle. She had her pair of brown trousers on herself, but if Lazarus wanted them off, he could do it himself.
Torrey’s hand followed Xave’s body from along her jaw, to her shoulders and along her waist, past her hips. Though Lazarus was already working on her, Torrey thought she’d add to the fun and, the back of her hand against Lazarus’, moved in a few fingers of her own into the fae women, claws sheathed. Her other hand had finished removing Lazarus’s trousers and was moving up and down along his length, additionally as she fed on both the energies coming off of them, grinning with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes. Her long, wedge-shaped tail was half-flared out and well out of way from Lazarus' knees. They were fragile,and it was easy in this state for her to not pay attention and damage them, or break them all together.
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Post by Xaviere on Oct 7, 2017 9:14:17 GMT
Xaviere was a brazen exhibitionist, and she didn't care who knew it. She knew she was striking to look at; very Fae, with angular ethereal features, pale skin and silver hair, shimmering iron-grey and black wings. She used her looks very deliberately; she wanted to be admired, craved attention, dressed and acted in a way that she knew would get that for her. The heeled boots that came to her knees, the sheer stockings held up with garters, the black dress that clung to her curves and showed plenty of cleavage - none of that was an accident. It was overt, shameless...all words that applied, too, to how she was behaving right now.
Not that any of the other patrons seemed shocked or even surprised by what was going on. No doubt most or all of them had been in similar situations on this very couch at some point or another, some with Xaviere or even Lazarus himself. This was the benefit of a private bar; Lazarus could curate those who he spent time with and create a social world tailored perfectly to his preferences. A couple entwined on a seat nearby were watching, but the atmosphere remained intimate and relaxed. After she broke the kiss with Tor Xaviere smiled briefly at them, her expression teasing, an unspoken doesn't this look like fun? on her lips. But Lazarus really knew what he was doing with those fingers of his and she tipped her head back, a whimper at the back of her throat, hair spilling in silver waves over the back of the couch, tangling with the dark blue feathers of Lazarus' wings.
Tor's touch on her skin felt like fire. Lazarus, relieved of his clothes, was less destructive in relieving Tor of hers, leaving Xaviere the only one of the three of them wearing anything. But by now her legs were spread and she might as well have been naked, as exposed as she was. When Tor added her fingers to Lazarus' the Fairy shuddered, her breath hitching, and Lazarus' expression turned heated, even more intense than before.
"You and Xave make such a gorgeous picture doing that." Lazarus' voice was low, husky with lust, and the words ended in a groan when Tor's other hand stroked him with practiced skill. If anything, the way the energy affected her as a succubus made her even more appealing and the Shifter loved nothing more than to watch someone drenched in pleasure. He liked adding to it too, dragging Tor close to kiss her again, more urgent and bordering on rough, her lips and jaw and throat. Xaviere didn't hear the words, heard nothing a rushing sound as she gripped Lazarus' shoulder with one hand, her nails leaving marks on the Shifter's shoulder.
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Post by Torrey on Oct 7, 2017 19:42:24 GMT
Tor’s half-lidded eyes made contact with Laz’s at the compliment. She loved this sort of attention, she loved being admired. Though she was not nearly as experience as Laz with her fingers, she was still able to help make Xave feel remarkably good. At the same time, she felt heat rush to her face at the sound of Laz’s moan. Making someone moan was one of her biggest turnons, and there was a strong sensation between her legs that made her squirm as she lusted heavily over Lazarus, desiring for some of his fingers to be in her as well, or even more than that.
Her trousers had come off easy, and the only thing hiding her chest was her wrappings, which easily fell down onto her wait, and she easily shook them off without stopping the stroaks she made on Laz’s member, or the thrusts in Xave she made with her fingers.
Torrey had seen the other couple as well, and she brazenly looked at them, completely exposed and enjoying herself. Compared to the three of them, those two were boring, and she quickly lost interest as her desires began to overwhelm her, the area between her legs wet with anticipation.
Though she kept her fingers moving in Xave, she stopped moving her hands uniformly on Lazarus’s length as he kissed her, this time with much more heat and less composure than before. Torrey’s tongue shot into his mouth, and she happily showed that same eagerness, that same borderline roughness that he had. Her breath was heated and fast paced, heart racing as she positioned herself over Lazarus’ length and slowly lowered herself so that he was well inside her. Her breath caught, pupils wide from the ecstasy of it all. Her wings strained to keep themselves up as shuddered from the satisfying feeling that came with slowly moving up and down on Lazarus, her mouth still preoccupied with his. Torrey’s free hand was exploring and toying with the rest of his beautiful, naked body. At one point she gently ran her fingers over his beautiful intricate feathers, though it was hard to fully admire them beyond how soft they were with her mouth and body preoccupied.
At the same time, she had pulled her fingers out of Xav and went up along the fae’s waist and around to her shoulders, pulling her towards Laz and Torrey to join in their exploration and enjoyment of each other, so brazen and open on a cough in front of other people who seemed to be used to this sort of thing.
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Post by Xaviere on Oct 7, 2017 21:53:54 GMT
She didn't watch what they were doing, though she did notice that at some point Lazarus started stroking her just right, in time with their fingers, with the soft pad of his thumb. She had her eyes closed, head tipped back, so she could focus completely on the sensations as they built, spiralled, ascended. Lazarus had learned her body, her desires, over the years and he guided Tor in the ways he knew she liked until the Fairy was halfway to unravelling, her wings flared and shivering, a rose flush to her cheeks.
And with Lazarus and Tor building towards something themselves, becoming more urgent in their exploration of each other, rough and heated and compelling, the energy changed in the way they pressed into her too. Unrestrained, bordering on harsh, coaxing her to moan and squirm on the back of the couch, gasping when they went deeper, curled their fingers, harder and faster. She found release suddenly, without warning, not expecting it, and curled over to press her brow to Lazarus' shoulder. Tor stopped at some point but Lazarus continued to coax the trembling climax from her until she was begging him to release her, to let her recover.
He did release her, as Tor lowered herself onto him. Achingly hard, flushed with desire, it was the turn of the King of Thieves to tip his head back, eyes sliding shut at the heat and feeling of it. He swallowed, the tendons in his throat standing out stark and taut from the tension. The urge to flip Tor over and take more control was there but Lazarus had always liked seeing where those he fucked would take him; the not knowing, the newness, was half the fun. His breathing was faster though, chest rising and falling in time with Tor's movements. Xaviere, having caught her breath, watched with unfathomable grey eyes, intense and assessing. He was so beautiful, a work of art in his own right.
Tor pulled her closer and Xaviere obliged, sliding down to sit on the couch alongside Lazarus and Tor, her legs curled underneath her. She pressed her body close to the King of Thieves, affectionate, and with one hand reached up and gently worked her fingers through the feathers at the base of his wings. They were silken soft, such dark blue they were almost black, and Lazarus loved having them touched. Not everyone with wings had this preference - Xaviere's wings were delicate and she hated other people touching them, found no sexual pleasure in it at all. But, working her fingers gently through the Shifter's feathers, untangling and smoothing them, had Lazarus squirming and biting his lip. Xaviere leaned in to kiss Tor as she did this, turning the Daemon's head to catch her lips, trailing heated kisses down her throat and collarbone where Lazarus had already left marks, taking a nipple into her mouth and teasing it to hardness. Lazarus opened his eyes to watch this, although they looked glazed, unfocused. God he was gorgeous, all flushed like that.
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Post by Torrey on Oct 8, 2017 0:53:54 GMT
Whatever it was that Lazarus was doing to Xave, it looked like it felt amazing. The fae woman was unraveling, and not soon after she’d been sprawled out on the couch, squirming and moaning, she’d found her climax. It had seemed like Lazarus had no intention of letting her go though, not until Torrey had made him moan in return.
He wasn’t squirming per say, and that just made her feel more flushed and hot as she moved up and down on him, trying her best to keep herself more composed and in control. His moans made her skin shiver with anticipation. “F-fuck, you’re too damn big, boss. Can’t keep myself together.” Her pace quickened, and she found herself gripping his shoulders, talons just barely extended, to make her take all of him in. Torrey’s wings were shaking as she struggled to keep them up, brushing against Xave and Lazarus’ own wings, flapping once as a moan finally burst from her mouth, unable to keep it in any longer.
It was almost impossible for the daemon to keep a long kiss with Xave, but it didn’t last long as the fae woman moved down her body and was teasing one of Torrey’s nipples. She bit down on her own lip, struggling to keep anything together, drawing blood as she did so. Her claws dug more into Lazarus, though not enough to puncture any skin despite their sharpness. Again her head dipped back and more of her moans filled the room, her eyes just briefly closed as she fed again, but this time taking a full serving of sexual energy rather than just ‘taste testing’. Torrey brought her head up again, a small trail of blood flowing down the side of her mouth from where she’d bitten herself. It was almost beautiful the way the blood contrasted with her pale skin and shinning eyes. She watched Lazarus and, without breaking eye contact, took one of her hands of his shoulder and held onto the back of Xave’s beautiful silver hair, pushing her harder against the daemon as she continued to suck on her breast. Torrey used her other hand to play with her other breast that was free, though it was becoming hard to multitask as he wanted to badly to completely unravel. She wanted Laz to give her attention and admire the beauty she held, to admire all that daemons, and fae, had to offer with their natural perfection and beauty. Pheromones were heavy in the air from Torrey at that point, and she was getting close and closer to climaxing.
Her up and down pacing had increased. Torrey moved one of her legs out from under her and splayed it out to the side, nearly making her legs wide open for Laz. For a moment though, she changed her rhythm, and instead of just moving up and down on his member, she did a mix of that with rocking forward and back on the man. She didn’t want him to get to used to the same motion, and a change of motion and rhythm would keep him from unraveling too soon.
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Post by Xaviere on Oct 8, 2017 1:39:10 GMT
Fae and Shifters both could sense Daemon pheromones consciously, and with Tor being part Succubus Xaviere wasn't surprised that this made her entrancing. The urge to give herself over to pleasure was overwhelming, and no wonder when this was how a Succubus hunted, in order to feed. It was an unusual, unique kind of connection with someone - even for Lazarus and Xaviere, who clearly indulged in each other and various suitors on a regular basis. Lazarus, too, seemed willing to let himself be swept away. Xaviere reach up and cupped his face with one hand, running fingers along the hard ridge of his jawbone, admiring the way Tor had brought a heated flush to his cheeks. He smiled at the Fairy, a lazy sensuous smile, eyes unfocused as Tor moved on him and dragged him ever further from reality.
"Why...why don't...you ever call me...boss?" he grinned at Xaviere, who laughed.
"What, is King not good enough for you?"
"You only rarely call me that. And only in company."
"I guess you'll just have to get Tor back to stroke your ego. And...other things."
The King of Thieves groaned again then; watching his little Fairy controlled by Tor, using her tongue and teeth in ways that he knew from experience were just perfect, had to be one of his favourite pastimes. Xaviere was so often demanding, temperamental, distant and controlled. Her sexuality was normally weaponised, every movement calculated for personal gain. The times when the Fae allowed herself freedom for genuine enjoyment were worth watching and he tangled his own hand in her hair, pulling her head back sharply so he could see Tor's breast, nipple hard and swollen, Xaviere's teeth marking it like a brand. Xaviere swore at him for the intrusion but he kissed away her objections, dragging her close, heated and demanding now. And all the while Tor was moving on him, slower and then faster, hips circling, dragging him closer and closer to the edge.
"Touch her, Xave."
"Ask nicely." The Fairy, still pressed to Lazarus side as the Shifter broke the kiss to catch his breath, propped her hands on his shoulder and whispered this into his ear, loud enough for Torrey to hear. She liked it when Lazarus was rough with her but she wasn't entirely compliant, liked to push back at the commands that rolled so easily off his tongue. He might be her employer but she wasn't a slave, and she made sure he remembered it.
"Please? For me?"
"Better." One hand back toying with Lazarus' hair, slender fingers running through it and making him purr, Xaviere slid the other between Tor's legs and expertly stroked her clit with two fingers as the Daemon continued to move on Lazarus.
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Post by Torrey on Oct 8, 2017 2:17:37 GMT
Though Lazarus spoke, it was too evident that he wasn’t all there. He held a familiar look that many people hand when she fed from having sex with them, though it was also largely in part from Xave too. The way she and the fae played with each other was such a brazen turn on for the man, to admire pretty things playing with each other, that Torrey made a mental note to use that to her advantage if there was a next time.
Though lost in her own ecstasy, moans forcing their way through her lips, she couldn’t help but grin and slightly giggle at the banter between him and Xave. Torrey loved to make her partners feel big-headed about themselves, even if they were already like that. She wasn’t sure she’d ever call him King, but boss was kinky enough for her and, for him, apparently. It was extremely hard for her to focus, but she also loved that Xave wasn’t willing to give Lazarus everything he wanted, especially since he seemed like the sort that was used to that sort of thing. In this instance, Torrey would happily be the one to give him what he wanted. That was fine by her.
"I'll...call you boss whenever you're...willing to show me a good time. Don't get...mmph...used to it though. Even if you're good at...using your big cock." Torrey wasn't against talking dirty, especially when it came to someone like Laz. She was willing to bet that he really enjoyed it when he was in control.
Still moving on Lazarus, Torrey watched their exchange and admired the flushed looked Lazarus had, as well as the obvious desire to have Xave take part again even after being interrupted. The daemon’s eyes looked down at her marked breast and hardened nipples; that would certainly hurt in a few hours, but it was so worth it. Xave was an expert at this, and Torrey was appreciating every aspect of it.
As the fae women moved to finger Torrey’s clit with perfect precision, the daemon briefly lost composure once Xave made contact. The daemon women had tensed and leaned all the way forward, resting her head onto Lazarus’ shoulder, breath heavy and out of control as it became impossible for her to be so uniform and in control. Body shaking from the over stimulation, her fangs instinctively extended just a bit, to give her teeth a point, and she bit down onto Laz’s shoulder, just lightly puncturing the skin. Torrey was not even able to control her wings, and they mimicked her feelings, shooting out to their full, massive length, the ends so obviously shaking with the rest of her body. Instead of playing with herself more, Tor wrapped her hands around Lazarus’ waist and gripped each of her forearms, forcibly helping Laz to help thrust harder and much deeper into her, faster too, while she was falling away from reality. Her hair was tousled and messy now, falling over her shoulders as she still leaned into Laz, but none of it mattered. Between him and Xave, she could not hold out much longer.
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Post by Xaviere on Oct 8, 2017 3:36:44 GMT
Sated from her orgasm, Xaviere was free to watch, to tease, to admire and to contribute how and when she felt like it, as Lazarus and Tor built towards their own release. Her King was unravelling right in front of her and she loved watching it happen. He'd let Tor control everything most of the time; choose the pace, find her own pleasure, but his hips bucked now as he pulled her down, closer, deeper, more. His wings were flared to their full span, trembling and shivering, dark blue feathers coming loose now and then to spiral to the floor. There was intensity, darkness, in his expression.
Xaviere wrapped herself around his side, entwining one leg with his, languid and relaxed. Slowly she kissed him, soft and sultry...along his jaw, the column of his throat as he swallowed and his breathing hitched, faltered. The exposed hollow created by his collar bone, the tense muscle of his shoulders. She tasted blood where Tor had broken the skin and it stained her lips dark sultry red, the colour of temptation, tasted like iron and salt. One hand trailed slowly through his hair, or combed the ruffled feathers of his wings, and his skin shivered under her touch. The other hand never stopped touching Tor and whenever he could summon the control to do so Lazarus would watch, entranced by the sight of himself entering her, of the Fairy's fingers stroking and pulling Tor closer, closer. But often, his head would tip back as a desperate moan escaped his lips, his eyes sliding shut, struggling for a moment to find himself in the ever-building crescendo.
Xaviere could read him, could tell when the muscles in his abdomen tightened, and she leaned in close to whisper in his ear. This was quiet, her voice soft and taunting, weaving some picture of lust and pleasure and fantasy that pushed him over the edge. He gasped as he came, electricity running through over-tight muscles, lights exploding behind his eyes. His breathing was harsh and irregular, chest heaving, and it was intensity and tension and collision and driving into Tor again and again and again, losing count, losing track of time, losing themselves.
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