French Quarter

-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.-

-Maya loved a vocal man, but when he let out that bestial growl between her legs, her whole body lurched forward with the vibration of it shaking her to the core. The feeling of heat rushed upwards it moved through between her legs into her stomach, into her chest. The heat she was putting out now was enough to immolate her and take him with her. And she would be more then willing to be a sacrifice for this kind of pleasure.

She felt every single nerve ending ignite with his tongue lavishing over her. Her one hand was entangled in his hair the other was doing the shove and pull on his shoulder. As if she was trying to shove him away because the pleasure was too intense but also pulling him in for more because it wasn’t it enough. She wanted to be consumed by him. She wanted to know every inch of him. She wanted to melt into him and never be deprived of his touch again. If her brain was anything but static she might think he was using some kind of pleasure ability, because how he was making her body feel was supernatural.

Her walls clenched together wanting something to grip onto but his tongue was in and out too quickly. She wanted to feel him inside of her, she desired more from him. And the keening sounds she was making was obvious of how insane he was driving her with just the rub of her clit, with the delving of his tongue. All of it was ensuring a complete loss of sanity and control. She didn’t want the control She wanted him to have it. His request to her would be met.-

The hand on his shoulder moved to the hand he presented to her, she placed her hand under it and she gave one violent lick of his hand with her tongue before spitting directly into his hand. At this point what ever he wanted he was going to get. Who was she to deny him?

But that static feeling in her brain started to work its way down, the static started to turn into a trail of fire rippling down from her chest, to her stomach and between her legs where he was he was heavenly sucking at her cunt. It felt as though he was taking her life with him, and she would freely give it.

The feeling of her hand now gently guiding his head up so she could look at him between her legs. The way his nose and mouth gleamed with her honey had her wanting to tear him apart.- “Butch?” -his name was a question but it was the softest voice, such a gentle voice for being spread and exposed to him.- “Fuck me. Please.” -It came out as a soft plea, she didn’t have the constitution he might have had for patience. While she had no problem coming in his mouth, she wanted to know what it was like to feel his cock explode inside of her. Though from the sound of his name and her gentle plea, the shakiness in it spoke that she was ready to release all of the pleasure he was giving her.-

-There was a distinct difference between flirting with danger and fucking it. Maya was past the point of caring about maintaining any lines or difference. At this moment she could not think about anything. She could only feel. She felt everything as if it was the first time she had been touched by anyone. In his touch she felt something that familiar. The warmth of his touch still surprised her, however it the warmth was not just from his temperature. It came with the want of her, and that’s all she knew. That was all she had to feed from him.

Her body slowly arched into his, her thigh rubbing against his hard cock that was against her. She felt it come alive against her and it filled her with exquisite power. When she first took the job she did not think it would ever go this far. The thought of him wanting her wasn’t in the playbook. There was manual for this. Had she slept with people she worked for before? Maybe. It was not like this though. This had her feeling like a peasant being worshipped by a King.  A King would turn her into a Goddess.

Maya would allow her body to be his temple of worship. Molding for him. She was now laying down on his desk, her legs spread to him with no reluctance to give him control. To take what he wanted from her. She felt his lips burn every spot they touched. Sparking on her flesh as she writhed under his attention to her.

She had already soaked through her panties that he took care to remove, allowing the scent of her to fill the room. When she felt his teeth or fangs drag across her skin, she inhaled a hiss of breath. Her hand going to hair to run her fingers through, allowing her hand to rest on the back of his head as she felt that first warm lick against her warm wet slit. The more he started to lap at her, the stronger she was holding onto the fist full of hair she had grabbed.

Her hips were grinding against his mouth as he started to devour her. Her breathing became small high pitched girlish gasps along with delicious moans of pleasure. The more he kissed her, the more drenched she got.- “Butch..” -she moaned out his name with a pull of his hair and a buck of her hips. Her whole body was in an agonizing pleasure as it writhed around on the desk.  She could only repeat his name as he continued the very much wanted assault on her-

-Her eyes glanced down casually as she the felt of his hand through the fabric of her dress. Slowly her eyes moved up to his and she once again gave him that doe eyed sultry look. The money could almost wait, especially when he reached past her. For a moment her eyes broke away from his before they caressed up his arm and his shoulder before finally rested back on his hazel eyes. They looked darker in this dim light, but seemed to shine brighter this close. The thing was, she was going to charge 20 but she low balled herself. The money felt heavy in her hand with his hand holding hers.

No words were leaving as in a way he stunned her right into silence. Not with his advice of charging more. It was his mannerisms. The way he was completely flirting with her. No, this was beyond flirting. She had to really control her flirting techniques. Except now she was slightly grateful for them. Never in a million years would she have thought he’d taken this much of an interest in her to be moving the hair our of her eyes. Her body put up no resistance to him getting closer.
She closed her eyes and allowed her cheek to nestle into his hand before he moved it away. Plush lips were parted, and a sharp inhale of breath as he allowed his hand to rove down her body to her thigh. There were no defenses for him to break through.

Her arms moved to snake around his neck pulling him closer towards her. There was a hitch in her breathing with her chest rising and falling quickly. The one thing Maya could always appreciate was those who were right up front about what they wanted. Her leg on it’s own accord started to slide up his, her inner thigh rubbing against his before her calf hooked around his back. She glanced down to his lips, and she realized how much she wanted to close that small distance. Before that distance was closed she whispered.- “You know what he’ll do to me.” -she meant if she missed her date with Bast.- “And it’ll be worth it.” -she closed that distance between their lips. Her’s crashed against his there was nothing coy about the way she kissed or the way her body moved against his. Leaning herself back on the desk and bringing him with her. He was trapped in her embrace. Form her arms to her leg. But she had a feeling he was right where he wanted to be.-

-She had taken his offer to help her stand with out falling over. Heels were not completely her nemesis but they were pretty damn close. She felt like a baby giraffe trying to learn how to walk whenever she wore them. Not that she needed them because she was already tall. Maya could have been a model with her height and bone structure and they were lucky enough that she wasn’t. Then all of them would be out one of the most sought after thief, who was affordable. He had said it earlier about greed being a downfall. Greed wasn’t one of her negative traits. She did another little spin when he spoke about her having taste. The dress swirled around her legs like material out of a fairy tale. It was light way and wrapped itself around her long legs like waves in the ocean until she settled her own movements. Likely she didn’t buy the dress or any of the accessories she was wearing.

She gave him a moment to examine the piece she presented to him. Like a cat bringing a mouse in the house ensuring it’s present was liked. She wasn’t offended by him checking to make sure everything was correct on it. It was the smart thing to do. She also knew it wasn’t her he was checking it was who had it he was checking. Though she did listen intently when he spoke about who it belonged to before.- “She must have been pre-t-ty special.” -Maya said nothing about Grace in this moment. Although curious as to what happened between them. It wasn’t her place to ask. Anymore then it was his place to ask about her personal life.

When he leaned on the desk she did the same, but spun around so her butt was on the desk and her back was to him. She had bent her head backwards and her back slightly arched so she was looking at him more upside down then anything.- “I don’t.” -came her perky voice before she righted herself and turned back to him. He didn’t need all the details. At least not yet. Why would she offer how she does things? She needed to stay on the market.-

“Hmmm…simple four day job. I’ll say fifteen grand. If I have to keep dressing like this, I’ll need the funds for it. But you should have seen the dress I got for the gala. It was this tight little number with this heart shaped bodice. Did wonders for the girls.” -she said as she grabbed her breasts and squished them upwards. She was not wearing a bra with this dress so they moved easily.- “With like a slit up the side. Oh and it had glitter! I felt so beautiful! I never get to dress up like that.” -she paused with thought before speaking more to herself- “Maybe I should charge more for my services.” -the thought rolled away as she picked up a pen from his desk and just started to twirl it around in her fingers.-

“I do too, which is why I’m dropping this off collecting my bounty -said like a pirate- and I’ll be on my way. She then started to laugh.- “I’m sure you could, Jerry doesn’t seem that fast. But that’s not the name of my date. His name is Bastian. Bast. That’s why they call him which seems kind of a bit like cultural appropriation but I’m not telling that to him. That was just your way of finding out.”

-Bastian. Bast. Hound of the Prince. She had a date with the Archon. What was he doing at the gala? And how did she end up getting a date with him. He was known to be stoic and cold. One might now see the power of her charm. That she could even get past the cold walls of The Archon. He was one of the most notorious vampires out there. His name was only whispered in conversation for fear he might hear.-

“Iggy doesn’t seem to like him, but Iggy also doesn’t really like that I’m doing jobs for you either. So he’s not the best judge of character. I wish I could find someone for him she said completely glossing over who she had a date with.-