S The Crimson Lily

[Masahir N'air]

The night had set quickly in the brimming sandstone city of Uruk as the sun dipped below the distant edges of the mesa-rojan disk. The clear sky revealed thousands of glimmering stars spackled across the solemn darkness, a cold breeze snaking between the buildings and biting at a cloaked man’s cheeks. He drew the dark hood of his jacket up closer to his bearded face against the desert’s winter cold.

The city was alive with a certain energy only found at the end of the standard work week. Crowds of people moved through the streets, some going to restaurants to enjoy good food, others flocked to taverns to begin their inhibitionless weekend. Forty-five minutes earlier and two bars over they’d said that here, even your wildest desires could come true for the night; that if you paid the right price, your evening would be beyond fantasy.

The roguish ruffian stared up at the bright red calligraphy adorning the front of the elegant building. ‘The Crimson Lily’. A gentlemen’s club. He’d only had a single pint of mead when he’d overheard whispers about how some absurdly gorgeous gal had started entertaining there in recent weeks. It’d only served to further pique his interest, besides, he’d landed a few fat paydays back-to-back. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to treat himself to a little bit of fun, drinks and entertainment tonight.

That and he already had a pretty good idea of just who those whispers were about. Unless this new Uruk place was actually some heavenly paradise where multitudes of divinely endowed women dwelled, he figured that it had to be Masahir; a uniquely stunning desert rose who’s attention he’d snatched with ease. She had already told him a bit about this Crimson Lily place once before in their texts, and that she had just started work at the establishment. She had been sure to mention that he was more than welcome to come and visit whenever he felt bored or lonely.

If that fierce feline mother of hers had not been keeping him under careful watch, he would have tried his luck and charm with her months ago, back on that icebox moon, Inverxe. Though, after that wonderful drunken night in The Sly Courtesan and the thrill of their little date spent heisting in Karim, he figured he could forgive that wily khajiit for her protectiveness. He was a thief and a scoundrel, and Masahir was a beautiful jewel after all, so how could anyone blame him for coveting her attention?

The thief glanced from the bouncers at the door and down the line wrapping around the block. This line out front simply would not cut it. He was hardly a man who enjoyed idling or waiting around if he could help it, and tonight? With a prize in sight? It was hardly an exception. He gave his fingers a minute wave, slipping into the passing shadow of the front most guest for just long enough to gain entry.

While the outside of the club had been relatively quiet, he was surprised to find the inside of the establishment was positively reverberating with the deepest and most bass-boosted stripper music he had ever had the pleasure of hearing. He smirked in the deep hazy red light that painted the entire room with heady delirium as his eyes flicked to the bar, lined with rows and rows of liquor-on-display, then to the slender woman performing on the stage pole.

It was time to enjoy the party.

The mysterious man slithered up to the bar, snaking gracefully between the eager revelers and swiping a rotund clip of cash from some foolish drunk’s back pocket on the way up to the counter. There was just something so generous about the inattentive charity of drunkards buying him a night of revelry that always put a smile on his wolfish face.

He sat for a moment at the bar, enjoying the sensation of the bass vibrating his chest in pulsing waves. The dry earthy sweets of floral incense and tobacco smoke swirled around him and he inhaled deeply, relaxing his shoulders with gentle rolls while he waited for his drink and plate of bar food. He held a cigarette between his lips and produced a silver-engraved black zippo from somewhere in his sleeve, lighting the cherry of the roll-up with a sharp drag.

“Tonight your first time at the Crimson Lily?” A warm tenor voice asked from behind the rogue, devilishly coy and smooth and somehow aching with a certain unplaceable familiarity. The thief glanced back over his shoulder, eyeing up a tall dark eyed man dressed in a fancy red and black bartending uniform, a crimson lily pin worn proudly on the lapel of his mandated black snakeskin vest. His features were angular, delicate and somewhat effeminate, his chin was decorated with a pointed beard that paired with a coiled mustache and a twin pair of bent horns emerged from his smooth silky black hair.

The rogue smirked a halfcocked grin as he took a drag off his smoke, turning to face the man a bit more. He felt up to play a bit tonight, to schmooze and charm while he enjoyed the exotic entertainment. “Say I am, barkeep, tell me what delights could be in store?”

The fair skinned bartender smiled broadly enough for the tips of his fangs to peek from under his lips as he served the shadowy rogue his drink. Something about that smile threw the thief off and a bolt of unease shot through his iron gut, the instinctual voice in the back of his head warned of danger.

“Surely you’ve heard that here, even your wildest dreams can come to fruition~?”
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“Aye, that seems to be the way most gentlemen’s clubs brand themselves. Tell me something new.” The rogue sassed before he sipped on his hypnotic blue drink, humming pleasantly at the sweet bite of the cocktail. The pointy-bearded barkeep was playing soft-ball with him at this point, and he knew this whole song and dance well enough already. “What is this, blue raspberry and-”

“I don’t think you quite understood me, Demetri.” The barkeep interrupted his guest’s nonchalant sass casually. “I said anything you desire, and I mean that quite literally...”

The rogue’s silver eyes instantly darted up to meet the crimson red ones that studied him with an unsettling amount of smarmy amusement. Wait, hadn’t the barkeeper's eyes been dark brown before? Demetri blinked a few times and shook his head before looking down at his drink in a rather accusatory manner. There was no way he would have missed a feature that striking, even on an infernal. The thief fidgeted with the classy silver watch on his wrist, glancing down at the face for just a moment. He had no idea how so many people just miraculously managed to not only know his name, but could also perfectly pair it with his face, especially when he had no recollection of ever meeting them in the first place. Demetri smirked easily, “forgive me, I do not think that we have met before, barkeep.”

“Damien Larhans.” The effeminately inclined infernal stuck his gloved hand out over the bar top, grinning when the rogue shook hands with him. “Your reputation precedes you, but surely you knew that already~”

“So it would seem it has.” Demetri mused in return, unfolding the napkin this Damien fellow had handed him along with his food.

“Are you new to Uruk as well?” Damien probed, quick to slip back into small-talk.

The Shadow popped a potato wedge in his mouth, taking a moment to enjoy how the outside was a thin crispy layer, tossed in salt and other delightful seasonings. At least the food was good, even if the bartender was strangely off-putting. “What if I was?”

“Then I would say that I am not really too surprised, it is a new city after all.” He tilted his head a small bit, staring past the thief and at the stage. “But you picked a wonderful night to end up at the Lily, that’s for certain~”

Demetri had only barely finished off his fruity blue cocktail when the music drew down to a relative hush and the club goers seemed to shift in their seats and focus on the darkened stage. He turned as well, curiosity piqued.

“And now introducing a new featured gal I know ya like- Diva Dee-viiiiiine!” The DJ announced, a twangy electric guitar and languid thudding drum drew all eyes down to the stage as a shapely new silhouette took her proper place. The thief ordered a second azure cocktail.
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“Don't need permission. Made my decision, to test my limits~”​

“Ah, beautiful and resplendently divine.” Damien cooed through a curl of pale smoke.

The lights flipped on to dramatic effect, revealing none other than the smoking hot ‘Diva Divine’ herself, Masahir. She swayed her hips to the music, undulating her whole body in time to the sultry groove and slowly teasing a set of sheer red robes down her form. The rogue’s sly silver eyes instantly focused on her.
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”Don't need no hold up. Taking control of this kind of moment~”​

Every word saw the gossamer garment slipping further and further down her flawless sun-blessed skin, divulging first her toned, tattooed arms; then her staggeringly abundant cleavage, held together by a bejeweled crop-top that seemed to glitter crimson in the gorey light. Demetri found himself leaning forward on his barstool, taking another drag and knocking the long ash off the end as he licked his lips.
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“I'm locked and loaded, completely focused, my mind is open~”​

The thin wrap clung to those mesmerizing hips of hers, the gold of her belly and body chains dazzling in how they accentuated that itty-bitty, gently sculpted waistline of hers. There was no shame in admitting that a hot-blooded man like himself had daydreamed and fantasized about exploring her specific brand of athleticism. A woman like her was hard to get out of your head in that way, especially when she enjoyed leaning into all his coy flirts over text.
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“All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God- Don't you stop, boy~”​

Suddenly she flung the robes back on the stage, grabbed the burlesque pole behind her head, and dropped into a split, effortlessly twirling herself back up to hang upside down on the pole and spin. Gods, what a woman. He only managed a few bites of his food before he found himself craving to take a bite of a different kind much more.
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“Somethin' 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman~” ​

Demetri casually tossed a few bills on the counter to the appropriate amount and mumbled for the barkeep to keep the tip, hopping down from the stool with his next drink in hand. He made his way to a miraculously empty table close to the stage and took a seat.​

“Somethin' 'bout you makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't~”​

Masahir came down off the pole with a flourished spin of her legs and landed into another effortless split, tossing her wild mane of dark curls back before crawling to the front of the stage. The gilded chains decorating the waistband of her thong shimmered and clinked as she bounced and shook her ample rear. Demetri leaned down in his chair and sipped at his drink as he watched the show, working his teeth over his bottom lip. With a headliner act like her, it was no wonder this place was packed tonight.​

“Nothin' to prove and, I'm bulletproof and, know what I'm doing~”​

It was only after Masa came back up onto her knees and looked out into the audience that she noticed him sitting there, as well groomed and handsome as ever: Demetri Malius. The instant their eyes met, her choreographed routine changed and a smile lit up her face.​

“The way we're movin' like introducing us to a new thing~”​

The diva moved off the stage and climbed over the tip rail like a cat showing off, so graceful that most of the audience wouldn’t believe it wasn’t all a planned part of the act. The rogue was certainly starting to see the apparent mother-daughter relation. Masa hadn’t taken her eyes off him since she’d seen him, a devilishly pleased smile pulling at her thick red lips as she shimmied and danced her way over to the sly silver-tongue.​

“I wanna savor, save it for later, the taste of flavor~”​

Masahir beckoned to him, her rings caught the light but the only thing he could pay attention to was the way her muscles rippled under her soft skin, the sweet rosy scent of her perfume, and the way she looked at him with those big dark eyes as if he was the singular object of all her desire. He bit the inside of his lip and exhaled, finishing his drink off before smirking. Waves of burning desire washed over him and settled at the bottom of his abdomen as an unresolved tension built in his belly. He imagined running his hands down her thighs, the idea of her warm skin as he kissed her undulating abs, or the sound of her need as he grabbed her by the hips- he squirmed slightly as her shadow fell over him. It all drove him wild with desire.​

“ 'cause I'm a taker, 'cause I'm a giver, it's only nature- I live for danger~”​

She put her legs on either side of his chair and dropped into a grinding pop on his lap. Demetri quickly found himself hard pressed to battle the temptation of touching her. Clubs had etiquette when it came to dancers and he definitely didn’t want to be thrown out of the club already- the entertainment was way too enticing for that. He folded his hands together behind his head and leaned back, consigning himself to enjoy this little show with naught but his eyes. What a diabolical challenge she had decided to test him out with tonight. He smirked up at her, all the confidence and charm he could muster belying his struggling inhibitions.​

“All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God- Don't you stop, boy~”​

Masa grabbed his wrists as she held the back of his chair, rolling her entire torso against his as she pushed her chest into his face, daring him to indulge in the risk. He took the liberty of planting his face in her pillowy-soft cleavage with hungry kisses when he could get away with it. Masahir grinded herself against his length and drew an audible groan from him, and guided his hands to her hips. She leaned down and indulged in the sweet scent of smoke and cologne, cooing a whisper in his ear, “touch me Papi, they love to watch~”

A shiver ran down his spine as her breath fanned across his neck. Gods yes, if this was the warm up then there was no brew in the crossroads that could slake his thirst for the main course. Well, he could think of one thing that might get pretty close, but that would be pushing it for a floor performance. He was a patient enough man when it meant a greater reward, even with those two unusually strong fruity beverages buzzing him hard. Getting to explore her properly was worth the agonizing wait. After all, they’d already been teasing each other for a little over a month and some change by now, flirting around in each other’s messages and sharing saucy selfies back and forth. Each time they had gone further, exposing more of their daring skin in enticement. Another couple of hours was nothing, he thought he could survive the tension long enough to make it to the end of this little date...

Masa could easily feel his lust and desire pouring off of him in intoxicating waves of the most alluring cologne imaginable. When she had first seen him months ago, all scruffy and held up by Ra and the others, some part of her simply knew she would get caught up on him. Then she had felt the flickering amusement and concentration of his persona as he’d tried to puzzle them all out as a group in Neo-Nippur. ... Though, she often tried her best to forget her time on that icy planet, and forget about what had driven them to leave so quickly.

The diva rolled back, shaking her shoulders and chest side-to-side in glimmering seduction. Masahir glanced from Demetri to the clasps holding the front of her top closed and back as she slowed her shimmying. He trailed his hands up her stomach and ribs, encouraged by her smirk and the way she playfully swished her hips on his lap. There was no doubt in his mind that she wanted him to play along, and he was more than willing to indulge her. It took his deft fingers merely an instant to undo the break-away clasps of the top and free her trapped breasts. She shrugged the garment off and tossed it at the stage, tingly goosebumps flashed across her body as her exposed areolas hardened into dark pebbles in the cool air.

The onlookers cheered and whistled in their excitement and it only served to make him desire her infinitely more. The publicity of it all had his heart thundering with hot-blooded need and a certain wicked pride that he was the one the crowds got to watch get favored by the hottest babe this side of the crossroads. He was the man getting to touch and feel all over her divine body, and everyone else had to make due with the second-rate experience of simply watching. He swore he could hear whispers of envy and jealousy woven between pleasured sighs and hums from the crowd.


That bartender was right. The Crimson Lily really was where fantasy came to life.​

 

[Masahir N'air]

Masahir came to a still as the song finished, panting quietly as the lights darkened once more. She leaned back off of Demetri’s lap and guided him to his feet, pulling her dastardly rogue away from the salacious crowd. Demetri almost seemed to float along behind the curvaceous woman as she made some enigmatic gesture to one of the bouncers and escaped to the back. The dark hallway was awash in a dim crimson red light, the wooden paneling regularly broken up by ornate stained glass double doors and velvet privacy curtains.

The beautiful diva took a deep breath, trying to steady her hammering heart between backwards glances at her paramour. He melted her composure with a cool smirk that belied that ravenous hunger underneath. Oh, how long she had fantasized about his strong hands running up and down her body! The time was drawing so close now that it made her legs shake in buzzing anticipation. She had been made sorely disappointed when Ra’tima sent him off to Karim so quickly after they had first landed. His little banishment had pained her heart and left her yearning, as if a priceless work of art had slipped through her fingers. She had almost hoped that he would have gotten to stick around and snatch her away from all the hustle and bustle in the city. Often on slow days at the shop the hopeless romantic in her had always daydreamed about him wandering into the shop like the handsome bad-boy lead of some romantic soap opera, then they could make a getaway to somewhere nice and secluded...

She couldn’t help but let out an airy and nervous giggle as she pushed the door to their private booth open, showing the amorous thief to a spacious enclosed area with black leather seating lining the walls and a large glass table in the middle. A bottle of chilled champagne rested in a bucket of ice on the table, kept company by twin flutes. Demetri was quick to make himself comfortable and flopped on the plush seating with the swagger of a champion. He swiped his burner card through the card reader, clearly already familiar with strip-club and brothel etiquette.

The dancer pulled the door and curtains shut behind them, “Thirty minutes. We can do whatever you want in here, though... security does occasionally check in since these are just the booths and not the full rooms... So, we just can’t be too loud now papi~”

Demetri tilted his head at her slightly, a crooked grin playing on his face as he secreted his wallet away. “You may not be able to help yourself when I lay my attentions on you, love~”

Masahir groaned softly, rolling her neck as if just his coy threats pleasured her. “Oh, how did you know that I love singing on shift~?” She smirked at him and scooped up her glass of bubbly from the table in the middle to take a long drink.

He reached a hand out to her, eagerly pulling her in closer to him. “Call it a dashing casanova’s intuition, darling~ Your voice is that of a siren song, absolutely mesmerizing.”

“And dangerous~” Masa blushed and giggled into her drink, delicately falling into his lap. “What can I say handsome, I can’t help but charm~”

“Dangerous, like the most dastardly of spells.” He grinned, gazing into her eyes as he rubbed his hands up her soft thighs and played with her rosy garter. “I am but the most starstruck of men when confronted with it.”

“Utterly helpless before my beauty~?” She cooed and finished her drink, setting it down on the table behind her.

“Entirely enthralled by it, sweetheart~”

Masa hummed, not bothering to hide how pleased she felt. “So Papi, did you want more dancing or are you hungry for something a bit... more~?” She gestured to the other glass of champagne, but he declined and motioned for her to have it instead.

“Your bartender makes strong drinks, doesn’t he?” The thief gave a wry chuckle and leaned his head back on the sofa. His hands rested on her wide hips now and held her in place, “but you have whet my appetite for something more than a show, darling~”

“Oh, something more~” Masa giggled impishly, shaking her bosom and smooshing her cleavage right in his face. “Something more intimate~?” She coyly asked as she pushed herself against him through his pants. She caught his grinning lips with hers for a deep kiss, silencing whatever he might have said as she grabbed his face and nibbled at his bottom lip. Both of their tongues soon wrestled to explore each other’s eager mouths. His hands roved over her waistline and hips, one pulled her back and forth against his length and the other had its fun teasing her perky nipples. She broke the passion, their breathing heavy as she smiled at him, “something like this~?”

“Yeah, beautiful~” He answered breathily. His excitement was growing abundantly apparent as he pressed his hips into Masa. Demetri held her tight, taking his time to work his way down her jawline with nips and kisses until he got to the crook of her neck. Each little tease sent waves of goosebumps prickling across her skin and she ran her hands through his hair in response, playing over his scalp before catching his bearded chin. He looked up expectantly for another kiss, only to find a glass pressed to his lips and the tingly carbonation of bubbly tickling his tongue.

“You can’t let me enjoy all of the nice champagne by myself now, mi guapo~” She tilted the glass back as he swallowed and rewarded him with a roll of her hips for his good behavior. The small hiccup he tried to hide after he’d polished off that glass made her smirk as she set the crystal back on the table with a distinctive clink. “Did you enjoy the show, Papi~?”

“Oh yeah babe~” Demetri groaned in response, the irony of the fact that he was a shadowy thief who thoroughly loved the thrill of a spotlight was not lost on either of them. She’d felt his exhibitionist investment in obvious measures already. He found the risk of being caught and seen as exhilarating as she did.

She thought him a man of many colors and cloaks. This thiefly performance was only one of many he put up for the sake of his own spectacle and theatrics. It was okay though, she was a performer too, a woman of equally many masks. Masahir could be whatever was asked of her, and tonight she knew better than ever that he wanted his mind blown.

The diva slid down from his lap and worked his belt off, though she hesitated on freeing the ultimate prize. Instead she took the chance to work his t-shirt up his torso and play her curious fingers over the hard planes of his abs, finding nothing but strong and well defined muscles. She licked her lips, maintaining a devious amount of eye-contact as she explored his proud physique. She preferred her lovers strong, fully capable of ravishing her when she fanned their flame all too-well. The thrill of playing with fire was where all the fun came in.

She lavished kisses down his muscular midriff, brushing her nose against the fuzz of his happy trail. Her skilled hands wandered down, her teasing touch snaking further and further south to brush across his masculinity in long strokes. She worked over his stiffness with a firm touch, massaging all of the right places to make him sigh and groan. Finally, at the insistence of his hip rocking, she undid the buttons holding his pants closed and pulled his stiff manhood free, relieving it of the uncomfortable pressure of straining against his garments.

Masa eagerly grabbed her lover by his girthy hilt. He was a breath-taking specimen of a man, exquisite in a way that drove her absolutely mad with a consuming need to taste him, to climb on his lap and lay under him until he had utterly spent himself on and in her. She ached for him down to her very core and it only served to heighten her determination to give him the night of his life. If she was a performer then tonight she was an expert blade-swallower, and he found it utterly impossible to disagree as she worked her hot mouth all the way down to his base from the tip, slathering him in slick saliva.

Gods damn... The girl had experience, there was no doubt there as Demetri pushed the curtain of hair from her face and twined his fingers through her mane. He liked seeing every inch of his length disappearing into that hot silky mouth of hers, and the way she bobbed up and down on his shaft like she was trying to drink every drop of his seed already had his toes curling in his boots. It hardly helped that she moaned when he hit the back of her throat, bathing his sensitive head in licentious vibrations... Or that she seemed to respond and adjust to just about any micro-cue his body gave, guiding him to walk on the sweet spot of that razor’s edge between intensity and release.

Again she downed him to his base and pulled back, slurping on his tip repeatedly as she pumped his base with one hand and cradled his family jewels in the other. Her nimble fingers found their fun in massaging and fondling his tender orbs, paying special attention to them to the tune of his alluring, breathy groans and explicatives of encouragement.

“Fuck...” He groaned. She was driving him entirely mad with the pleasure of it all! Demetri needed more, and faster. He tightened his grip on her dark coils and pulled her into the thrusts of his hips. When he felt and heard no resistance he grew bolder in ramming her throat over and over again until he was pulling her down on him by the back of her head. After just a short moment a strong involuntary throb forced a pleased moan from his lips, warning him of just how easily he could come unraveled from using only her delightful mouth. The roguish casanova needed a moment to cool off and calm back down. He didn’t want to rush to the finish line already- not without lavishing some of his own attentions on her first- he thirsted too, after all.

He pulled her back and smirked as her head lolled to lean against his hand. Her lipstick had stained his shaft a shade of blush. It appealed to that awfully vain and proud side within him to see how breathy and helpless she looked gazing up at him with those big dreamy bedroom eyes, her plump red lips parted and puffy from the rough way he’d taken to playing with her cute face.

The rogue guided her back onto the table as he stood and pushed her toned legs apart and up to make himself comfortable in between them. She held herself by the knees as her lover knelt, facing down the final barrier between the sly thief and his ultimate goal: her shiny, metallic gold bikini-thong bottom. He was quick to notice just how desperately slick she was in her desire for him, the sight of her panties plastered to her glistening lips sent a jolting throb through his rigid cock. Her excitement only worked to build his own even further, and after that blissful session spent getting head? He knew had something to prove to her.

Demetri pushed the thin, ruined little garment to the side and worked his tongue up her slit with zero hesitation, pushing his face into her center with a terrible aching thirst. Masahir was a beautiful rose blossoming for him in full, and her nectar was the sweetest honey he had ever had the pleasure of sampling. She mewled in bliss as his clever tongue explored her slippery wet folds and played with her tantalizingly sensitive clit. He rubbed over that exquisitely engorged knot, massaging it with his licentious lips until she was singing his name in beautiful lewd trills. Her concupiscent moans sent shivers of pleasure straight through him to the bottom of his pelvis.

Masa's brows pinched together in a pleading furrow as she worked her teeth over her bottom lip. His beard tickled the soft skin between her legs, inspiring waves of tingles across her skin. Watching him lap at her center made her heart race. She totally lost her ability to think straight when he gazed at her with those smoldering silver eyes while servicing her. He left her unable to do anything but let out a whimper as her head rolled back. That wriggling tongue of his was heavenly, any doubts on his passion she might have worried about were pushed from her mind.

The dashing rogue was ruthless in his pursuit of her pleasure, to boot. Just as how she had brought him dangerously close to an orgasmic end, he too made her squirm and writhe until she couldn’t help but rock her hips against him. She felt him smile against her before he pulled back to chuckle.

"No-no darling," Demetri teased as he pinned her still against the table with a firm forearm, "I want you right here." The dancer was divinely sweet, but he wanted to taste a more sacred vintage, and for that... Masahir gasped sharply, tangling her fingers through his messy dark curls as he stretched her entrance with two dexterous digits. He found that sensual rough patch alongside her front wall with expertise and smoothly settled into the perfect rhythm between his mouth and fingers to make her into little more than a tense and quivering mess.

“Ah- Demetri I’m- ah- I’m gonna-! Ah~!” All her little jerks and shakes fell into a beat as her body steadily rose with a near-suffocating tension, peaking as her spine arched and her lover refused to stop his rhythm. Her walls clenched around his fingers as she came, tight enough to trap them inside, and he couldn’t help but groan as he imagined how good she’d feel wrapped around his manhood. He did not mind the pain of her yanking his hair just a little too hard as she rocked her hips, he was far too busy catching her essence in his mouth and beard and drinking her down in greedy laps to pay a little bit of pleasurable pain any real attention.

He rose from the floor once she had calmed a bit, his beguiling silver eyes gazing over her panting and twitchy form, studying his handiwork with a great feeling of pride as he positioned his needy manhood in place of his nimble fingers. She was still writhing lasciviously from his attentions, eyes half rolled back from the intensity. It had been a while since she’d been with a truly experienced man to this extent, all the build-up and teasing had rendered her lust-drunk. Demetri shifted a little bit, grinding against her as he lubed his length up with all her amazing slickness. He had been waiting for this for ages, and now finally he would get to claim experiencing her for himself- but he knew he would have to keep his wits about him though, especially if she felt half as good as he had imagined. The last thing he wanted was to come away from this dreamy encounter with a new addition to the family name. The rogue teased her entrance with his tip, idly wondering how much she enjoyed a glazing, or if she would prefer the gift of a pearl necklace.

“Demetri~?” Masa whimpered his name as she recovered from her body-shaking-waterworks of an orgasm enough to actually manage to string a coherent thought together.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” There was a tenderness to his voice, a softness inspired by the pleasure, booze and good mood.

“You can cum wherever you want to~” She lifted her arm and pointed to a little white line under her skin that he had failed to notice before- though his carnal brain was quick to recognize that it was some sort of a birth control implant.

Oh thank the gods she wasn’t as traditionally minded as that feline of a mother she had. None of that tedious fussing with condoms that interrupted his fun, and no restrictions on how readily he could consume her sexuality. Nothing but the raw, intimate passion of a fully physical connection. The Crimson Lily was living up to its reputation more and more with each passing moment.

“Darlin’, you have no idea how damn hot that is.” Demetri murred as he steadied himself and plunged into her tight depths in a few long strokes until he was up to his hilt. He had bedded many women in his time as a roving casanova, but none before quite compared to the feeling of bliss that hummed at a fever-pitch through his entire body as he tangled himself up in her, or the feeling of burning need that tickled deep in his stomach when she sang his name each time he discovered a delightful new angle in his explorations. She was soft, silky and slick in all the right ways and practically begged for him to take her, to steal her breath and heart away in equal measures. The way she clung and gripped around his throbbing shaft made his head spin with a haze of heat and desire and caused him to bite his bottom lip, slipping swears into the air. She tempted him to walk along the razor thin line of lust and control. She dared him to lose that control, to be rougher as their smutty symphony filled the steamy air and to choke her hard until her eyes rolled back.

Demetri obliged her with his teeth playing over her skin, teasing, nipping and biting as he left countless red hickey-marked love-bites on her neck and chest. He obliged her with a firm hand around her throat and rough pumps of his hips, his groans and sighs of pleasure mixing readily with the sounds of grinding slaps and her moaning encouragements to use her. She was particularly lewd in her requests whenever he found a good motion, and he was more than willing to indulge in her demands. She begged to become his little pleasure prop for the night in no uncertain terms.

Despite being fairly drunk he managed to gracefully scoop her up with his elbows under her knees- taking a few long moments to enjoy the advantages of this standing position. Masa’s heaving bosom was smooshed against his hairy chest like this, and he could see the effect of each lusty smack of his hips against hers in the jiggle of her breasts. She draped her arms around his shoulders, gripping to him as her mouth hung open in a blissful ‘O’.

After a few moments Demetri had thoroughly enjoyed exploring that position and moved them back to the couch to sit. He needed Masa’s amazing body on top of him right now and found himself craving to hold her close far fiercer than he had ever wanted before with another woman. He needed his sweet release and Masahir was the only woman that could give him the fix he was burning up for. His lover was just as hazy as he was by now, her head and hair tossed back with her mouth open in pleasure as he railed himself into her center. His amorous affections turned her into little more than a love-drunk fool on his lap, utterly intoxicated by the weight of his hot, frantic desire. Keen to return the pleasure, he buried his head in her cleavage and put his tantalizing tongue back to work once more.

“Demetri I-ah- I-” she started. He already knew; he wasn’t going to hold out much longer either, but he wanted one last thing from her.

“I want you to beg for it~” His command came out as a growling whisper when he clenched his teeth. He needed to be buried inside of her, and he needed his finale. “Beg for me, baby~”

“Demetri! Please~ Please cum in me Papi-ah~ Please, I need it-ah- please, please give it all to me~!!” She indulged his demand with no hesitation, and he felt himself teetering over the edge of no return.

The rogue pushed himself as far into Masa’s wonderful tightness as he could possibly reach, slamming her hips down onto his with sonorous, lusty slaps until her insides squoze his length in an undulating vice, milking him for all that he was worth. Her second coming crashed down on them, sweeping them away in a tsunami of pleasure that spelled his end. His fingers dug into her supple flesh and pinned her hips down against his with a biting roughness as Demetri found his aching salvation deep within her, pumping the gorgeous diva full of his affection with several pent up groans.

Stars and euphoria swam in his head and stole his breath away with the strength of his throbbing, brain-numbing orgasm. The two lovers panted, the sound harsh in the muted room. Their hearts pounded against their chests as they rested in the aftermath. When Demetri had finally come back down to reality who-knows-how long later, both of them were still shivering and shuddering against each other in the cooling air. His black fingernails had left several sweet little crescent marks on the outside of her thighs from the intensity of the high. Loving on her was an amazing drug, and he already saw himself easily picking up yet another new habit.

He could get stuck on this feeling, and her, for a long time yet.​

... As long as she didn’t come with too much baggage.​

Then again... Maybe the crazy hot sex was worth a bit of baggage. ​

 

[Masahir N'air]

“So... What sort of hijinks did you and Ra get up to in Karim~?” Masahir was lounging casually on her side, swathed in a sheer robe not unlike the one she had performed in earlier and sensually trailing her fingers up the length of her lover’s forearm. They had both cleaned up nicely and had taken to enjoying the remaining downtime, laying beside each other on the round leather couch as they smoked.

Demetri tapped his cigarette into the ashtray on the table, knocking the ash off as he cocked a villainous brow at the seductress. In his experience Ra’tima was cold and reserved with details, someone who kept her cards close to her fuzzy chest. He wondered what else the feline had divulged to her beautiful daughter.

He blew a ring of pale blue smoke from his mouth. “Antics of the professional sort~” He teased.

“And perhaps some antics of the sultry, exciting variety~?” She stuck her tongue out at him and blew him a kiss before sipping at her flute of bubbly. “You’re a real casanova, Demetri~ I’m just dying to know exactly why all these handsome men were partying around in Karim when mi mamá went to visit... You, Lockwood... Really, I’m half surprised mi novio didn’t turn up.”

“You have a boyfriend?” The rogue blurted out. Of course she had a boyfriend, what woman like her managed to stay single for long? He was just a bit taken aback at how readily she’d made herself available to him with prior romantic obligations, obligations that she had by far neglected to mention at any point in their conversations. He smirked. Most of the women he had taken a roll in the hay with were at least a tad bit shy in admitting to an affair.

“... Yes?” Masa chuckled over his tone, almost seeming to brush off the implications of how serious the issue could get. “Well, I was single back when we first met, but eight months is a long time, and I’m a woman with needs... Me having a boyfriend or two isn’t going to be a problem, is it, mi guapo~? After all,” she trailed an irresistible hand down his chest. “I’m sure such a virile and handsome man as yourself hardly wants to tie himself down to just one woman...”

Demetri smirked wolfishly, devious in where his hands were wandering across her smooth skin. “Of course it’s not a problem~” She was just as problematic and fiery as he was, there was something about that level of scandal that he found terribly appealing.

“You’re used to running away from husbands and boyfriends, aren’t you mi amor~?” She giggled, taking a long draw from a crimson and gold vape pen and blowing out the smoke.

He scoffed, still grinning, giving her all the answers she needed as he took another drag. “You could say that I am a talented escape artist, yeah. Tell me about that novio of yours though, I’m not going to have to worry too much about him, am I?”

“Well, he’s about six feet tall, with cool, deep taupe skin and hair... and the most gentle green eyes- and he’s got these precious freckles~ ... Oh and he’s a pretty talented fighter. Not to mention, hella humble, unlike someone else I know~” She rested her chin in her hand, making a point to over-express her pondering of the question before relenting with a laugh. “No, you won’t have to worry about him. He’s a sweetheart, honestly. The other one though, hmm, he’s not too attached, and he’s generally polite as long as you have some respect...”

The scoundrel rolled his eyes, taking her vape when she offered it, “yes, to you they are. I doubt they would be so kind to me if either of them discovered our affair- Or...” he teased, “how you climbed on top of me like you were free and single~”

“I mean it, Demetri!” Masahir gently swatted his upper arm but matched the amused grin he sported. “You don’t have to worry, I’ve already talked it all out with both of them. Cho’s cool and all, he’s just... Busy. Off saving the world against the unmaking and being a hero and all of that, but it gets lonely you know?” She punctuated her blunt statement with a giggle before downing her bubbly. The dancer’s face was flushed red from the booze and she was starting to blurt out honest truths.

Demetri smirked at the revelation. So what, her current boyfriend was some sort of champion hero of the people or something? Lucky boy, but poor lonely girl, the rogue mused internally. “What can I say darling, I live to please all the lovely ladies but, uh, already ‘talked about it’? Did you plan this out or something?” He gave a wry scoff, and nursed a squat crystal glass of icy bourbon. Leave it to the rocking hot gal to be into kinky, wild stuff like planned public swinging.

“I’m polygamous, babe~”

He paused in his drinking, the ice clinking against the side of the crystal snifter. “Aah... So, am I the side piece,” he laid his hand on his chest in a rather delicate manner before gesturing away, “or are one of the others the side piece?”

The diva scoffed softly as she laughed, rolling her eyes. So, Ra’tima hadn’t been lying when she’d claimed Demetri had asked permission to date her. “Everyone gets a piece. Why~? Do you want something more serious, handsome? Or do you just want to break my heart~?”

“I would be quite the fool of a man if I failed to covet such a precious treasure as yourself, Masahir.” He leaned forward, holding her face as he caught her pillowy lips for a kiss. She murmured quiet sounds of pleasure, his beard scratching up against her sensitive skin just right as he trailed his mouth down her jawline and neck. “You are an exquisite jewel glimmering in the desert heat, and your beauty is as blinding as the golden sun~”

Masahir sighed, closing her eyes and leaning back under his touch, shivering as his breath fanned across her skin. “How many other beautiful girls have you told that to before, papi~?”

She could feel his smirk against the crook of her neck before he brushed his lips across her ear and made her gasp at the rugged warmth of his voice so close. “Only you.”

Masa smiled, nuzzling the side of her face against his as she pulled him down for a kiss. She didn’t believe his words, not one bit- but it didn’t really matter. He was hot and burning with life and passionate desire. He could lie to her and tell her what she wanted to hear, he could lie to her and make her feel so good that it wouldn’t matter. She could stomach the pain of playing a fool as long as she could escape with him. He could chew her up and spit her out, as long as he could give her that freedom at the end of the night.

“Mi corazón es tuyo, mi amor~ Go ahead and steal it away~”

Her heart had mended in the months between their meetings, but it had mended bent and crooked and it ached in her chest until she felt bittersweet in her fingers and teeth. She couldn’t help but wonder if he would still bother to steal it away if he could see how damaged it was, how hideous and flawed and ugly she was on the inside. No, he was a casanova, dark and mysterious and all too loving of carnal fun to care about her damage.

“Be careful darling...” Demetri coyly threatened as he ran his fingers along the gilded chains embellishing her waist, “I may not be so willing to return what has been so freely surrendered to me...”

A smile played on the diva’s lips; she had dated his type before. “With nights like this, mi amor? I think the tears will be well worth it when you run away with my helpless heart...”

The rogue chuckled at her assumptions. She had his particular appetite down to a science. “Who said anything about running away~?” He leaned down and ravished her collarbones with kisses. “You are fantasy brought to life, a show stopping heart-throb~”

“But what about mi mamá, hm?”

He chortled from his place nestled in her bosom and sat back on his elbow to look her in the face. “Mm~? What about her?”

“Mm, ‘what about her’? You know, dumb is an ugly fashion on you, guapo. It doesn’t suit your energy at all.” Masa smirked impishly as she rebutted his obviously feigned ignorance.

Demetri rolled his eyes. “Well maybe I’m a fool~” He chuckled.

“Demetri...” Masa warned, her tone becoming more deadpan. He was as slippery as a fish, but she wasn’t going to let him squirm away from the question so easily.

“Everything is fine and good, sweetheart.” He dismissed casually with a shrug. “What else matters outside of that?”

“Have you seen her pissed off?” Masahir asked matter-of-factly.

The drunken rogue contemplated idly for a moment, recalling the frightening capabilities of the feline with ease. “Frankly, I don’t think I would want to.”

“It’s not pretty, mi amor. It’s not mi novios that you should be worried about... it’s her~” The diva giggled, flashing her perfect pearly whites.

The thief nodded considerately before grinning. “Nah, she’s smitten with me. She wouldn’t... Would she?”

The diva hummed an amused affirmative. “Oh, she’s done some pretty gnarly things to people that earn it... Maybe you could have discussed that question with her instead of vanishing in record time~”

Damn, that cat gossiped like a courtier. He was already becoming infamous with the ladies, heavens forbid it be over his vanishing acts and not his physical talents in the bedroom. He scoffed and snarked as he took a break from the attention he was lavishing over her chest to sip his drink, “as if she has room to talk about vanishing acts when she was the one who dipped out first.”

Masa’s smile pulled down a little just before she corrected it. Her lover was distractingly good with his mouth in every way possible when he really wanted to be. “While you two both seem to enjoy sneaking off, I personally like sleeping in and snuggling more. If you’re gonna officially be my boyfriend, you’re gonna hafta make that exception for me.”

Sleeping in and snuggling with such a bombshell babe didn’t sound so bad... She was remarkably comfortable, her warmth inviting to lay against, not to mention the constant small but persistent urge to pull her up close to him and touch as much of her as possible. She left him breathless, but so far not at all exhausted. He wasn’t sure if he had ever felt both energized and relaxed at the same time after sex before tonight, and he found himself relishing the deep fulfillment Masahir had given him, the craving hitting him like a gnawing pang of hunger already.

It was an easy enough request to work with, he thought, but snuggling and waking up next to someone in the morning... “Does that include breakfast and head in bed~?” He sassed playfully.

Masa twined her lithe fingers through his hair, tugging gently at his dark brown locks. “Maybe it does... if the sex stays this good~” She kissed his forehead, “though I have to tell you, Ra is the better cook.”

So the silky sleek she-cat was some sort of chef as well as an assassin-thief and cutthroat ‘khajiiti’ merchant lord. Sure. “Oh? And where did someone like her pick up how to cook so well? Some sort of military service?”

“Military service?” Masa chuckled, giving him an inquisitive look.

“Well, I assumed, you know, what with the whole-” Demetri held his hands up like mock claws and made a little hiss, “-thing.”

The dancer smirked up at him as he leaned over her, pushing their bodies together and stealing another kiss from her pretty red lips. “No, not the military~”

“Prior employment?” The shadow probed between another kiss.

“Yeah babe, you could say that... You should ask her about it sometime if you wanna know the details. She’s done a lotta shit in her time.” Masahir expertly dodged getting into specifics. That particular open-secret wasn’t exactly her place or story to tell. “...Or has she been all bristles~?”

“How did you guess so quickly~?” He drummed his nimble fingers down her sides, tickling her with the slight and soft little feathery taps.

“I know her pretty damn well, you could say... I know I call her mom, but honestly she’s more like an adopted older sister or auntie.” She took a long drag off her vape and breathed out the piney-mango scented haze.

“Ah, I had wondered about that, actually.” Demetri copied her when she handed him the pen.

“About what, mi amor?”

He blew smoke from his nose. “How you two were related. I have been trying to figure out the whole... Khajiit thing. How old is she, anyways?”

“Demetri, don’t you know that it’s rude to ask a woman her age, let alone go investigating for it in a brothel~?” Masa chided playfully.

“Is it so bad to find out more about a paramour?” Demetri murred, leaning into the innocence of the questions.

“She saved me when I picked the wrong pocket, you know? I was like sixteen years old and running packages for some back alley street gang at the time.” She paused and drew on her pen yet again, the vapors pulling them both into a calm, euphoric bliss that made all of the full frontal contact feel even more intimate and satisfying. “Got into a lot of trouble back then.”

“She saved you from a local hotshot?” Demetri guessed.

Masa smiled wryly. “Yes and no. I had been running some deliveries and got held up at gunpoint by a rival crew. They pressed me for the money and I was like, a scared twerp of a kid, so I gave it to them. I knew I had to make up the money for my boss, or he would probably just kill me himself, or worse; force me to work the corners... So I set into the markets to look for some rich merchant or noble with a fat purse. You know the types, inattentive and swankering around in all their fancy clothes and flashing opulence at all the dirty street-rats and wannabes.” She scoffed, chortling a bit as she passed her vape again.

“But, I made the mistake of trying to pick her pocket, and I ended up at the business end of her dagger. I thought I was being slick but she instantly noticed and had me up against a wall for it. I guess she felt bad for me, or maybe she was lonely and new to the last place when we crossed paths.” Masa shrugged her shoulders and again took a long drag after getting the vape back from the invested man on top of her. “Either way she took me under her wing and gave me a home and hot food and saved me from running drugs and corners. The kingpin that lorded over me never bothered me again... I owe her my life. Everything I am, I am because of her.”

The way she spoke about Ra carried a special, soft warmth with each and every word of hers. A round, fuzzy and sentimental sincerity that sank her emotional intent deep into his heart. He paused only for a moment as his thoughts settled in his drunken mind.

"Well, everything I am…" he started, trailing off before he frowned slightly and shook his head. "I've been through a lot to reach where I am today." He scoffed softly and took a last drag on his cigarette before putting it out on the ashtray beside them.

This time she tilted a thick brow at him. Something had bothered him, she felt the twang of an internal flinch buried somewhere in his reaction and it made her pressingly curious. “What have you been through~?”

He gave a long sigh, leaning back on his elbow as he stared off into the corner of the room. "Just the usual for a ruffian like me. You know, the broken childhood, swindling on the streets," his eyes darted back to her with a smirk. "Weekends at the brothel in between overly risky and heartstopping heists that I would find myself barely managing to escape from..."

“How tragic mi amor...” Masa responded with a gentle smile, her expression easily matching his energy. She stroked his right cheek, her nail trailing around one of the three more prominent ones on his swarthy face. “How lucky you have been to make it out with so few scars~”

Demetri grinned, pressing his mouth into her hand and kissing her palm. “Yes, I have always been quick on my feet when the tides turned, with nothing but luck and skill to back me up. The scars are a bonus, really. Scores me extra points with gorgeous women after all.” Demetri leaned into her recognition.

“Yeah... I like a man with a few scars...” The dancer murmured breathlessly as she squirmed under him a bit, her crimson nails gently tracing along the edge of the noticeable scar in the middle of his left eyebrow. “It means that he’s lived a little, takes risks... Survives. That’s pretty hot...”

“I’ve got a knack for surviving...” He hummed contentedly, moving her hand from his face and laying kisses along her neck to solicit those ephemeral moans once again.

“But,” Masa pulled back after a moment, “you use such beautiful words for someone who grew up on the streets without a home, you know~” She gently touched a finger to the tip of his nose, as if accusing him. “I know I’ve got that pretty-girl privilege, but I’m not that naïve, papi. I know an educated man when I see one~ You talk proper, you studied somewhere, come on~ it can’t be that embarrassing to admit it... Unless, what, the big strong stud is scared of being called a nerd by such a hot gal~?”

"Oh? Now you are making fun of my accent, sweetheart~? You might not see it now but I am a fast learner, and I love to make the ladies swoon~" He felt as if she was trying to corner him, but he was just as much an escape artist with his words. His nimble fingers tickled her sides and teased her down to her hips, allowing him to settle his hips between her thighs. "Plus with all the risks I end up taking I often find myself well-rewarded." He gave the side of her rear a hard smack and gripped her tight.

The dancer let out a pleasantly surprised yelp and studied his expression. What a coy man, it amused her to no end and she loved hearing him talk... Or perhaps she simply enjoyed envisioning the beautiful tapestry he’d weave her with his well spun yarns. She opened her mouth to retort when suddenly the timer on the table ran up, buzzing in alarm.

“Well...” Demetri smirked down at her, still pinning her under his hips. “Seems like our thirty minutes in heaven are up, sweetheart...”

Masa licked her lips, her eager eyes darting from his mouth to his eyes and back a few times as she settled her fluttering nerves.

“What, darling~? Have I stolen even your breath away now~?” The ruffian teased her smoothly as she hesitated, but his gaze was just as attentive to her expression.

“I’m thinking we should ditch this place and make some original movies back at my place...”

The rogue’s smirk peeled into a full blown grin at the suggestion and he sat back. “Say no more, gorgeous, say no more...”​