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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Slick Date: March 21, 2026, 10:37 pm
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[center]A laughter that reverberated through her followed that
growl, his body moving with the dance her own made, following
her movements and keeping in stride so he could stay locked
where he wanted to be, attuning his oral fixation with her as
his chosen instrument. It was a struggle to not take purchase of
her exposed flesh, any of the veins he could practically see
pulsing through her silky, lovely skin. He longed to suckle her
further, but he didn’t want to indulge himself until the moment
presented itself.
Sex was part of seduction, and seduction was a messy art.
Perhaps that’s why he and Grace hadn’t worked out… she was
better suited for the craft. He seemed plenty capable, but the
long term never worked out. Neither of them were trying to
pretend this was anything long term. She was letting her desires
lead her, and he was taking full advantage. If there was some
larger game at play, it didn’t matter. He seemed content to lap
at her like a starved lion.
“Good Girl.”
He murmured against her mons, before continuing to lap at her,
keeping his pace while that hand would disappear, his gaze
holding with her own before closing, redoubling his efforts on
her as he used that spit to lube himself. She could hear it as
his hand began stroking. She must have, because she was
beckoning him with the sweetest preening he’d heard in so long.
When his eyes opened, they were almost different. As if he’d
been in a trance by her. They darted too quickly, from her own
needful gaze, to her sopping cunt, so close to spilling for him.
And her thighs, coursing with so much rich, red blood. He seemed
to contemplate interrupting his current goal, holding her gaze
like a predator teasing its prey as he continued licking,
stroking, biting her…
The red shirt he’d worn was somehow off his body. All his
clothes seemed piled up and away, suddenly. In a whirl, the
dress on her body was clung across the room, still in one piece.
She didn’t have to speak of what he was, but he took advantage
of the fact she knew what he was. She wanted to see that monster
in him. What he was capable of. He pulled her up to him,
pressing his forehead against hers, making her watch as the
slick crown of him slid up and down her lips before pressing
forward. A grunt eased past his lips, hazel eyes searching for
her own before he kissed her and sank to the hilt inside of her,
letting them both adjust to the feel of each other.
“Say it again, Darlin’.” and when she did, he’d begin fucking
her in earnest, burying his face in her neck, trying to focus on
the blood in his cock and not the sweet river flowing through
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Cherie Date: March 21, 2026, 11:14 pm
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-In certain circumstances she could be prepared for what came
next. She could also prepare how she would respond to it. There
was no amount of preparation that she could have done to have
prepared her for how she felt when she heard ‘Good Girl’ leave
his lips. It was lucky she didn’t just come in his mouth right
at that. It had her feeling intoxicated. Drunk off the ecstasy.
In this moment she wanted to very much be his good girl and that
was an odd thought for her.
The switch up was almost nauseatingly fast. One moment he
looking up at her between her legs and the next they were both
naked. She had barely felt the dress being taken from her body.
He was a lot faster then she would have surmised. Then again
most vampires pretended they were human around her. They had
too, she was human. But Butch knew her secret just as she did
his and he was using to his full advantage and for that she
could not be more grateful. She was easily pulled up against
him, even if she fought it she couldn’t overpower him. This was
one train she did not want to stop.
Her eyes left his and allowed them to roam freely over his bare
chest. The first moment she got she wanted to do what he had
done to her. Taste and lick every single inch of his flesh that
she could. Her hands were now rested on his chest, caressing up
and down over his shoulders and his pecks. Leaning her forehead
against him, and while they were in an intimate position,
putting her head against his felt more intimate then having him
lick at her pussy. It felt like something meant for lovers not
two people allowing lust to rule them.
Her eyes caught the sight, his engorged head was moving between
her soft pink petals. Her hips rocked to encourage him. Her
breathing was heavy and ragged. She had been taken so close to
the edge to only be denied it. Replaced with more teasing.
Flicking her eyes back up at him. The want on her face was
unmistakable. She was breathing heavy through her parted lips.
He could hear the tender yet so sinful mewl she was making in
the back of her throat. His lips were met with hers, her tongue
dancing with his.-
“Butch. Fuck me. Please” -repeating the words but in a whimper.
Then it finally happened. He buried himself deep within her hot
tight cunt. His dick was being enveloped the softest velvet. She
had thrown her head back and let out a strangled cry as he
filled her up. Thankful for the moment to adjust to his size.
Her legs and arms encircled him. Heels digging into him and her
arms held him so close. His supple tits were pressed against his
chest his stolen warmth had nothing on the feel of her full
running hot naked body pressed against his.
Pulling back away from him, while following his rhythm with her
hips. She wanted to look at him while he was fucking her. She
wanted to see him enjoy her cunt as much as she was enjoying his
cock. She held onto his neck with hand as she was hanging
backwards. It caused her to pull her warm away from him, but now
he was getting the visual of her perky breasts bouncing as he
was fucking her. Her head titled backwards allowing her blonde
hair to cascade down her back. Her slender neck exposed to him,
but not for consumption for aesthetics.- “Fuuuuuuuckkk” -was the
word that came from her before she snapped her head back to look
at him. She was riding his dick as much as he was fucking her.
The hand that had been balancing her lean back, was replaced on
the back of his head and she gave his hair a harder tug towards
her lips. Her tongue flicking his lips in a tease.-
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Slick Date: March 21, 2026, 11:56 pm
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[center]Brujah and Toreador were tedious allies, but they had
plenty in common. They knew the thrill of coaxing passion out of
mortals. It was a masquerade, and sometimes a necessity for the
Traditions, but it still stirred something in the blood. Whether
it was for art, or for revolution, or for lust, it was better
than closing oneself off completely. They didn’t have to speak
of unnatural things when something very real and natural was
happening between them. Did he have her at a disadvantage?
Absolutely. But he needn’t any powers of the blood to ply her to
his will. She gave willingly. And she’d obediently give more,
should he ask. He was sure of it. Drunk off the desire pouring
from her veins, the taste of it still on his lips and tongue.
There was no ragged breath coming from him, just an eerie,
radiading warmth and a vibrance in his eyes that said his
intensity matched her own. He was lean, wiry, muscles forged for
a a hard, physical life. Her touch soared over muscle and scar
alike, from bullet (musket?) holes, gashes, stabs, burns — both
rope and fire. Durable. Powerful, and he allowed her to explore
him, that canvas of his frame, as he did her own.
“Good Girl,” he whispered again.
She had obeyed him, and they could explore each other all night.
Any night. He’d made a promise, and he wasn’t above breaking it.
The Archon could wait. He preferred the sounds of his date
moaning beneath him, watching her body undulate against him as
she rode him so brazenly. When she came off the desk to hold on
to his neck, he would quick to hook his arms under her thighs,
fingers taking purchase in the curve of her ass to pull her into
his thrusts. His tongue danced out for her own, smirking and
leaning in to bite her Bottom lip. Not breaking skin. Not yet.
But it was there. So full of life, and rich resonance. He drew
her to him, sheathing himself inside of her. His face buried in
her neck again, and then she would feel him breath. Not for air,
but to breath in her. She could feel a shiver dance through him,
like he was fighting something. Whatever he fought, he
channelled into fucking her, coiling his arms tightly around her
waist and bringing her to him with he concerted effort of
bringing her, himself, or them both over the edge.
"Now give me what I want."
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Cherie Date: March 22, 2026, 12:24 am
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-One might think it was an odd sensation not to have your
partner breathing during sex. However, now that she was with him
and he could mostly his vampiric self, it was the most honest
sex she ever had. She had never realized how much she hated when
vampires faked breathing to appease her delicate mortal shell.
This was raw. This was unfiltered. This was him. It was
something that she didn’t know had been missing. Just being with
someone while they are who or what they are. Not pretending to
be something else.
The marks on his body would receive her attention another day.
There was only a lusty fog in her brain that wasn’t allowing her
to fully process some things around her. Her only focus was his
hard cock pushing inside of her. She took every inch of him
inside of her and wanted to lock him there forever. They were
dangerous thoughts, but just lust filled thoughts, right? That
was something she could contend with later.
He hit her with the good girl again.
That caused her to melt more into him. Her body was easily
manipulated him. He could put her in any position and she
wouldn’t fight it, as long as she didn’t lose his touch. She was
so easily folded into his arms. Her legs wrapped impossibly
tight around him for a mortal, but she had muscle. Her body was
soft but also there was a strength hidden underneath her supple
flesh. She wanted nothing more to be one with him. If he wasn’t
a vampire she might choke him with how tightly her arms were
around his neck. Her whole body was pressed into him. It was
hard to discern where she started and where he ended. Entwined
together in a passion that should not exist between strangers.
His shiver was felt, and it was questionable, but this was her
first time having sex with a vampire who did not have to hide
they were a vampire. Maya knew that telling him was the right
choice. Inner walls gripped him tight to try and keep him inside
of her. Each pull back of his thrust was a slight moment of fear
that he’d deny what she wanted.
She was so close to that edge she could feel herself starting to
slip down a path she might not return from. His demand of her
caused her body to slightly pause for a moment as she was
processing it. Since this was her first time having sex with a
vampire, not one pretending to be human, she wasn’t sure what
that meant. Did he want her blood? She had never been bitten
before and shouldn’t be bitten. But the temptation to have him
bite down her, to feel his fangs pierce her delicate flesh like
his cock had pierced inside of her pussy. She did wonder what
that would feel like. To feel the hot rush of her blood spilling
into his mouth while she spilled her honey over his dick. Or did
he mean for her to cum? Her through process wasn’t long, but was
confusing to her because of the situation. She didn’t know his
cues. She had finally decided.-
“I’m going to cum..fuck..” -she said because she knew there was
no more holding on. The remembrance of his tongue lapping over
her slit, to the feel of his hardness being engulfed inside of
her. Her inner walls started to contract. Sharp nails dug deep
into his flesh. Her teeth gnashed against his shoulder, not in a
bit but as if she was using his shoulder to hold back a scream
that would eventually come. Her whole body started to seize
against him. She started to shake as her pussy walls squeezed
his cock incredibly tight as he would feel her honey wash over
his cock. Her head lurched back and she let out a strangled
feral cry, her face twisted up in a euphoric expression. Her
nails dug harder into his they pierced his flesh, making small
cuts in him. Her body was still rocking wildly against him. This
was a pleasure she had never felt in her entire life. It was as
if she was being hit by lightening but in the best possible
way.-
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Slick Date: March 22, 2026, 12:57 am
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[center]Butch did everything to keep as much of their skin
touching as possible, his skin growing warmer the longer their
passion burned. She was keeping his blood boiling, and he only
drew his hips away only to bury himself in her over and over,
feeling her coating him, his thighs, making the sounds of their
coupling that much lewder, filling his office with a filthy
rhythm.
All sense of danger has been pushed aside, and in a way, he was
with the beast. Riding the wave of that lust. Drowning himself
in her, and everything she gave to him. Emotion. Feeling, bodily
fluids. She was gripping him so tight, telegraphing her eventual
climax, and he didn’t relent in the slightest. He leaned into
it, into her, doubling his efforts. Her bite got a grunting
laugh of encouragement, before his voice caught in his throat.
She contracted around him, and he slowed his thrusts, savoring
that feeling of her.
She was sexy, gorgeous, a firerbrand of passion on display for
him. Seemingly just for him. And he was enthralled. But the
pleasure he needed, the kind she wished for him, wouldn’t come
from a simple coupling. It could be forced, but it was a pale
shade to the rolling wave of ecstacy that was consuming her in
that moment. He didn’t tire watching the convulsions that
wracked her delectable body. He basked in the feel of her,
holding her against him, rocking his hips gently. It was only
when the last waves of her orgasm began to subside that he
struck. He wouldn’t ask permission, but forgiveness. It was a
practiced move; a wicked one, even cruel, but he was tilting her
neck back, leaning in and biting her. A proper bite, his fangs
piercing the supple flesh of her throat. As soon as the blood
crested his lips, the pleasure she’d just felt came rolling back
double-fold.
She’d feel him then, everything heightened to another level,
feel him thrusting, bottoming out in her cunt and erupting so
deep inside of her. A groan flowed from his throat, that
guttural sound reverberating through her veins. When he pulled
back, pleasure ebbed and throbbed in his every nerve, blackening
the corner of his vision. A delicate swipe of his tongue across
her neck erased any evidence of his indulgence. But she could
see the blood on his lips. She’d felt the world shattering
pleasure, even if she hadn’t before.
He hadn’t taken much. Just a sip. [/center]
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Cherie Date: March 22, 2026, 8:45 am
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-She was on the brink and absolute collapse. A feeling of
wanting to give herself to him over and over again was creeping
up into. To her it seemed as though he had known her body
already. Maybe in another life? The way he could expertly bring
her to completion was frightening,but it was the way she wanted
more from him. This gave her understanding about the vampire.
She was understanding their need to consume because the thought
of peeling her body away from his was unbearable in this moment.
Her inner thighs were sticky, there was the lightest sheen of
sweet making her body glow in under the Edison light. Her hair
which started out as bed head had gotten worse as she was
tossing it around it in her wild state. The wild state he put
her in. Her body was wracked with pleasure. More then she had
ever felt in her life, and unless she fucks him again she won’t
experience this again. The small nagging feeling inside of her
told her she didn’t want to experience this with anyone else,
just him.
His body fit so perfectly with hers, she had molded a memory of
his cock felt inside of her. She would never forget. She wanted
him to cum with her. To ride that wave together because they
started it together . Then something happened.
She felt for the first time what it was like to be bit by a
vampire. She might not have been a virgin but he was the only
vampire that had ever tasted her blood. If he did not hold onto
her body she would have rocketed it off him due to the sensation
that it brought it. Her orgasms that she was in the middle of
having was nothing like the wave of sin that the bit brought
her. Every part of her body stiffened and she could barely even
get out a moan or a scream All her sounds got stuck in her
throat while she was holding onto him with her nails. She
wouldn’t bite him hard enough to draw blood, even she knew that.
Then again she was warned to not let a vampire draw blood from
her and yet here she was. Naked except with her heels on, on
top of desk, getting railed to high heaven, his cock shoved
inside of her making the lewdest of noises, and getting bit by
him.
There process seemed so simple, insert fangs here, but the
feeling of it was other worldly. To him her blood would taste of
memories and sunshine. Those moments in his life where he felt
the most at peace, that was the feeling her blood gave him.
Peaceful, but it also felt as though it was swirled with other
memories. He was drinking the potion of life, but the taste of
it was not something coppery, it was something sweeter. Like
sugar was added to her blood. The feel of it coating his mouth
and his throat was warm and almost spreading throughout his body
like a spider web. Think of ones happiest memory or a time they
were most at peace, that was what her blood tasted like. It was
so pure. Yet, she was not pure. Not with how she was bucking on
him and coming again all over him. Twice back to back.
Her breathing was still fast and rapid, but her body started to
relax and since she was only a human he’d feel her start to lean
more into him as she was becoming exhausted. The feel of his
cock pulsating inside of her had her still making the smallest
of noises. The way he exploded in her was overshadowed by the
bite he gave her. In that moment she became selfish and could
only think of her own pleasure not his. Now, her head was
nestled into his neck as she was trying to catch her breath, her
trembling body seemed so small as she was still very much
wrapped around him. The way she was holding him let him know she
wasn’t ready to let go yet. She wasn’t ready to let him go yet.
This was strange for her because normally she’d just push them
off and go about her day as if she didn’t just get fucked on a
desk in some sketch bar, with an even sketchier vampire. She
might have, but he had drained her of her energy.
She started to plant butterfly kisses on his shoulder and on his
neck. Kissing lightly over his jaw line. She had not yet really
had a chance to taste him. He tasted like her salty sweat
because of her rubbing against him. She was surprised about how
warm his body still felt under her kisses. And she sighed out
his name in absolute appreciation.-
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Slick Date: March 22, 2026, 12:30 pm
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[center]Brujah weren’t always the disgruntled rebel. They
were scholars, warrior-philosophers. [I]The Learned Clan[/I], if
one could believe such things. The best Brujah were students by
nature, but not necessarily academics. He’d spent
lifetimes contorting the passions of mortals, of women. The
power of such control was intoxicating, watching how her body
shivered in the warm glow of that light, the sweat glistening
off her perfect skin, her every curve dancing at the slightest
provocation of his fingers, his hips, his lips. That was more
pleasurable than the feeling of her tight, wet pussy gripping
him his cock so possessively.
Sanguine. She tasted sanguine. Savory, and pure, but pure as in
concentrated lust and desire. Genuine, but it only fed that
desire wthin him. It didn’t take much to get his fill of
her, but the flush of physical pleasure that had him cumming
inside of her, and the euphoric wave of her blood made it a
struggle to pull away. A struggle he won, but he could have
drained her dry. She tasted like fucking sunshine…
He held her just as she held him, letting the aftershock of that
orgasmic double tap to subside. Roughened hands stroked along
her sweat-slick skin, moving to brush more hairs, now matted to
her forehead and cheeks. A crooked finger tilted her chin up
softly and blood stained lips caressed her own, then nuzzling
her cheek,chuckling in her ear.
“You are gonna be trouble…
His cock eased out of her as he kissed her neck, gently but
firmly untangling himself from her. He handed her that red shirt
as he moved towards a small washroom with a stall shower. The
sink ran, and he returned with two damp clothes, handing her
one. Meanwhile, he unabashedly cleaned himself in front of her.
Alarmingly, the combination of their juices that came off his
length came back red. And it would likely be the same for her.
He wasn’t that large, and he hadn’t been that rough,
but somehow their coupling had become bloody, and not just
because he fed from her. Vampire sex was… messy. Their
bodies were no longer human, and bodily fluids had to come from
somewhere....
If she asked, he would explain; an explanation usually was. But
he seemed rather cavalier. Not distant, as he was more than
comfortable walking around his den naked. She’d be given a
glass of water, and her dress was laid neatly across teh back of
one of the chairs. It was a few minutes before he was pulling
his slacks back on, his eyes lingering on her all the while. He
almost glowed in the post-coital bliss, though whether it was
the sex or her blood, she couldn’t be sure.
“Bash is gonna smell me on you.” he said almost
proudly. [I]Bash[/I]. Not Bast, or Bastion. Like an old friend.
Or perhaps it was more antagonistic, like him calling Ignatius
Nacho, belying an air of familiarity that wasn’t quite
earned. “Of course, if he has any issues, you can direct
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Cherie Date: March 22, 2026, 4:15 pm
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-Her eyes closed when he started to move the hair from out of
her eyes. She was a sticky gross mess at the moment and it was
exactly where she wanted to be. Looking down at his blood
stained lips, stained with her blood. She leaned into his kiss
brushing her lips against his tasting her own coppery blood on
her tongue. It didn’t taste to her like the way it tasted to
him. She could only get the taste of copper and metals that
blood. He would have tasted something completely different on
her.
The sight of her blood on him almost had her ready to go for
round two until he finally pulled his cock from her and she felt
how sore she was going to be from this. A laugh escaped her lip,
shaking her head and pressing her forehead.- “I’m already
trouble and so are you are.” -pushing his head playfully with
forehead before pulling back.
A sound of protest came from her when he started to move away
from her. The need to have him stay with her was strong. The
very thought of him pulling his flesh away felt criminal to her.
However the site was worth watching even if she wasn’t ready to
let him go. Again that was a stupid thought, she thought to
herself. Why was she hesitant to leave and hesitant to have him
let her go? She took the shirt but had not yet put it on.
Instead she stayed naked on his desk with her heeled feet
swinging from the desk. Placing the red shirt to the side for a
moment she silently just watched as he cleaned himself up. The
blood on them didn’t bother her at all.
This was when she took the time to look at him. To see his body
presented before her. She had taken the towel from him but still
made no move to clean up until she could drink in his form.
Standing there naked in front of her with out a care in the
world. Allowing her eyes to devour him. Memorize the scars that
she figured he got when he was human. The way his muscles
rippled under his flesh when he moved. Maya was more observant
then most would give her credit for. They saw the airhead flirty
young woman, but she had those moments where it seemed as
something else would slip through.
Finally she moved from his desk, putting her heels carefully on
the floor since that was the only item of hers that he had not
removed. Naked in heels standing in his office. She also had no
shame. She had nice body and there was nothing with showing it
off. Her torso was long and well sculpted. Her breasts were
perky and her nipples were still in hard peaks due to the chill
of the room and her being naked.
She would take her time cleaning herself off. The water she
took, taking a sip from it before place it down on the desk.
There was blood and honey dripping down her legs. Taking the
towel she started to slowly start to clean up the mess. Rubbing
the towel over her long legs and lightly between her thighs
because she was now very sensitive down there. But she also
allowed him to see what she looked like fully naked. Her body
was lean and fit. Her own muscles coiled under her tanned skin
as she moved. Really taking her time with cleaning herself.
She turned around and reached over the desk, mostly to just
slightly bend over in front of him naked. She gripped up the
shirt he had given her. Finally slipping off the heels she
pulled the shirt on over herself. The collar was brought up to
her nose, taking a small sniff of it because it smelled like him
and she wanted to commit it to her memory. She still had shaky
legs and the water in the glass slightly sloshed as she tried to
drink it.
He brought up Bast, but called him by a different name.
Honestly, Maya had almost forgot all about him until Butch
brought him up and at this point she looked like a deer in
headlights. She blinked a few times at him.- “About that…” -she
started, looking down at the water that she had to keep on the
desk because she didn’t really have the energy to hold that and
to stand at the same time so she still leaned a little on the
desk. Getting remenents from the blood on the desk on the back
of her thighs.-
“Don’t be mad ok?” -there was an innocence in her voice that if
he hadn’t know how she got down he might want to fuck that
innocence right out of her.- “The dates actually tomorrow.” -now
she started to twist her hands in front of her.- “I just wanted
you to see me all dressed up. I wanted to see you when I looked
pretty.” -she confessed nervously to him, and while it might
sound ridiculous to a vampire as old as him, this was her first
go around in this life.
Her hand then came up and rubbed at her neck in the place where
he had bit her. There was no indication that he had done it but
she knew something was wrong with it. Not the bite site, but he
wasn’t supposed to do that. And he already knew what was going
to happen and what the outcome would be.- “I should get dressed
and go.” -moving over towards her dress, she pulled on her
panties but did not put the dress on. She was about to just walk
out with only his shirt on, the dress folded over her arm, and
her heels in her hand.-
“They’re gonna be so mad.” -she said to herself as she started
to head towards the door. Almost as if when she touched her neck
a flip had switched on suddenly remember that he had in fact bit
her. Maybe it wasn’t enough though? The Nosferatus were
abundantly clear to never allow a vampire to bite her. Sometimes
they had intervened before it happened, and yet this time they
did not. Maybe they wouldn’t know? It didn’t matter the damage
had been done and of course they would know. They always seemed
to know.-
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Slick Date: March 22, 2026, 6:19 pm
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[center]Oh, blood still tasted metallic, coppery. Like drinking
pennies. It was just oddly [I]appetizing[/I]. Like wine, it had
notes, hints and flavors. And hers was of an odd vintage. Human,
surely, but with something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
His touch lingered on her, even when he wasn’t near her. And
when he was, he was affectionate, trailing a finger, brushing
the back of his hand or Palm across an exposed patch of flesh. A
hand groping her ass brazenly as she leaned over the desk, not
stopping her from putting on his shirt. Were he human, he would
have wanted to have her again, to bend her over that desk and
ride her until she cried his name. But the beast was sated, his
veins full. But her ravishing would cause waves, and he needed
to anticipate what was coming so he could plan accordingly.
“Oh, you forgot…” his tone said he didn’t quite believe her,
though the glint in his eye said he wasn’t mad. Bemused, maybe.
Adorably cute. But also shady. She was always up to something,
that much was sure. Adorably cute, but he was becoming more
suspicious of how innocent she might have been in any regards….
Not that he was one to judge.
He would trap her between himself and the desk once more, his
hand sliding along her body over the shirt she’d commandeered,
cupping her lovely face in his palms before kissing her
forehead.
“Not sure I buy that either, but let’s pretend I do. You look
beautiful, all dolled up or freshly fucked.”
He escorted her to the door, but stopped before guiding her
down.
“I would tell you to stay, but you should get some rest, and
some food. Anyone that is mad…. fuck ‘em. Your life, not
theirs.” And he had the suspicious feeling that at least one
person they pissed off was going to show up at some point. It
wouldn’t help things if she was there.
He’d help her down the stairs, and even offer to get her a ride,
before kissing her on the cheek. Those lingering feelings of
desire, of affection she hadd for him would subside soon, but
not if she stuck around.
As soon as she was gone, he was checking the safe again, to make
sure the piece hadn’t been stolen, that it hadn’t been a fiction
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Re: New Orleans By Night
By: Cherie Date: March 22, 2026, 7:01 pm
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-Every time he would grab her or touch her it would get a
playful giggle out of her. She always seemed bubbly and happy.
She was. Bad things happened to her, but she very much lived her
life and it seemed a little on her own terms. She really wanted
him to believe her because it was the truth. She got dolled up
for him tonight. It was strange really, she didn’t care so much
for getting dressed up but she did like wearing pretty dresses
she was finding out.
She had stayed silent while he walked her out, but as soon as
they were to part ways. She didn’t need a car she would be fine
just walking. She moved on her tippy toes and gave him a
lingering peck on the lips. He kissed her cheek but she wanted
to one up him for a moment. If she had known he was thinking
those thoughts of affection would dissipate anytime soon. She
would have corrected him. He wormed himself inside of her. Both
literal and figuratively. Prying herself from him so
unwillingly she moved down the street and just disappeared
around the corner. From the corner of his eye he’d see a dark
shadow follow her. No doubt it was Nacho probably wanting a full
report.-
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Grace:
-The Gala had been the success she had hoped that it would be.
Franco was pleased with it anyways. The parties were always more
then just parties. They were social networks, they were
political, and sometimes they were pointless. However, this
particular gala seemed quite fruitful. It was the end of the
night when she realized that her necklace gone. And she had been
livid. She had spent the last four days trying to track down all
the guests that were there. Who shouldn’t have been there all of
that. However the one culprit that could have been, for some
reason her face didn’t show up clear on the cameras.
There was only one person she knew that would hire a woman. Also
she realized that none of her other jewelry was missing. The
words ‘that fucking bastard’ had left her lips. She said nothing
to Franco only that she had some errands to run and she would be
back later. He had his own thing going on tonight and honestly
she was thankful for it. The last thing he needed to know that
she was about to enter into the seedy side of town to deal with
one of her ex’s. No. Butch just wasn’t ONE of her exs. He was
the ex. The one anyone prior should worry about. Mostly because
of their history together. They were so in love, and yet so
toxic sometimes. She would have of course wanted to change some
things in their relationship, but at the end of it. He was the
first one she had truly loved.
A black SUV pulled in front of Butch’s Bar. The driver exited
the vehicle, walking briskly to the other side and opening the
back door assisting Grace out of the SUV. She looked up at the
place and not one thing had changed on it. He couldn’t even have
upgraded anything. Pitiful. And to think at one point she had
been so enamored with the front of this building that Butch
would literally have to carry her inside to break the spell of
it.
With a sharp breath that she didn’t need, but even when the
masquerade was down she still remained more human. There was a
slight fear in her that if she didn’t then she would forgot to
pretend to be human around humans. Grace moved forward with a
harsh stride that meant business.
Her outfit was simple and yet elegant, she wore a dark green
dress that hit right above her knees, black shoes with red
bottoms. Her hair was of course perfectly done. She wore a gold
necklace along with pearl earrings that were adorned in gold.
Grace was Toreador. There was always an elegance about her. Her
whole outfit probably cost more then what it would take to buy
this place. Now that was an idea.
Entering the bar with a purpose her eyes only bored into Russ as
she walked right past the bar. She knew he wasn’t going to stop
her and if he tried she’d tell him to go fuck right off. Her
sapphire eyes were burning with blue flame. There was no
knocking on her end but he could hear her coming more then
likely as her heels stomped on the stairs. She wasn’t trying to
be quiet about it.
Butch should count the door lucky that she didn’t just kick it
off the hinges. Instead she did open it up like a lady…a lady
who was on meth and bath salts. The door flung open and there
she stood. Beautiful and elegant and yet so pissed off.-
“You fucking son of a bitch! I know you fucking took it! I want
it back. It was a gift. You can’t take back a gift.” -she was
pointing at him when she was yelling at him.- “I cannot believe
you would stoop this low.” -all of her poise seemed to go right
out the window, but there was a reason they had romantic
connection. She was not a firecracker, she was a storm that
would turn something disastrous if she chose too. And now she
had the power and influence to do just that.-
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