Devil's Bargain ~ Closed ~

Ravenna was your typical chick for being 25 years old. Life was good as far as finances and every day means go. Looking at her one would think she had it made. Having a 6ft frame, legs that never end, long sandy colored hair that reaches to her shapely hips, topping it off with hazel eyes that can see right through you. Most men do lust after her, more often than not, she accepts that lust. Oh, she is picky however, it isn't just anyone, she does have a particular taste. It's the older men she hunts down, tall, and built. With a sexual curiosity like hers, neither party ever cared about age all that much, to her, age was just a number anyway. Just the older men seemed more mature and that's what she liked.

Although, despite having a high sexual appetite, she has yet to find what she is looking for. Majority of the men are after it for themselves, leaving her disappointed and or bored, then it's off on another hunt. There was more she wanted, more she needed and tonight she out hunting once again. More than likely only to be disappointed once more, but she does continue to hunt for the one that will actually be a 'Man' and know what to do with a woman. Someone who can feed her sexually, perhaps even explore desires she doesn't even know she has. Anything more than the boring stuff she's been getting so far.

Ravenna had already been to at least four bars tonight, just roaming around town and checking out the night life, getting a feel of what bar had the best pickings. So far, all the 'normal' bars just weren't cutting it for her, same people, same boring music, same everything. Tonight, she wanted something different, an adventure for the most part. Won't find what you are looking for if you don't venture out. she thought to herself. There was a bar she hasn't been to yet, Devil's Pit was the name of it, she thought that was an intriguing name for a bar. With a shrug, she entered it and took a look around and it had more of a Gothic feel to it and it was pretty big, more like a club than a bar, but overall it was the same as any other.

She felt a little out of place in here though, at least she was wearing mostly black, just not all goth like most in here. She wore tight black jeans, calf high leather boots with heels, and red form fitting, short sleeve silk shirt. In the end though, it isn't really her type of scene in general, she was more into the heavy rock bars. Although, after roaming around the club, and deciding to stick around for a bit, Ravenna found a seat off in a corner after ordering a drink and sat down, watching everyone, wondering what tonight will offer.

There was one man that kept catching her eye, one of those men that she just couldn't keep her eyes off no matter how hard she tried. Luckily she was tucked in a corner for now, so it was difficult to see where her eyes were looking. Least, that's what she hoped. Not many men make her shy, let alone make her heart race like it was doing now with this particular man. To Ravenna, it didn't appear like he has noticed her yet and she was debating on a move to get him to notice her. At the same time, trying to convince herself that he is probably taken and not interested in her. For now, she stayed in her seat and enjoyed the drink.... along with the eye candy.

When he first emerges, he is a shadow. That is not a metaphor. Transversing the gate between plains is a difficult task, and even with his abilities, and long practice, it is still an arduous labor that uses up most of his formidable arcane abilities. He draws strength from the place he is in though, a dark basement, filled with various sorts of earthly imbibements. He draws strength from the raw carnal pleasure above him, of men and women letting themselves go, letting their primal side out on the dance floor above, and in a number of VIP rooms. Its a perfect place to soak up energy.

After a few moment, he has gained strength, perhaps not enough to make a form of his own, but more than sufficient to take on someone else's. Thought becomes action, as he feels two enter the basement in which he waits. One is a young girl, only in her late teens. The other is an older man, in his 40s. The salt and pepper in his hair, stands in stark contrast to the passion with which he touches and holds the girl, kissing her passionately.

The shadow feels his strength peaking as he feels their raw carnal energy. With barely a thought, he moves up behind them, and enters the man. Soaking through his shirt like acid. There is a moment, and barely that, when the man tenses, and then the transition is complete. His soul in consumed in one swift motion, like a fox with a rabbit. There is nothing particularly satisfying about the kill, but the shadow doesn't care anyway.

This is just his vessel. Slowly, the thoughts and ideas from the man filter through his mind, sieved out based upon what is of use. The divorced wife, the daughter, these things are discarded. The understanding of this place and time though, they are kept.

All this passes in a moment, as the girl below him continues to kiss him, her pulse quickening with lust. She isn't quite what he was looking for, but he makes use of her still. His eyes, now a blazing green, from their former gray, lock with her, and he smiles, letting her feel just a twinge of his power. She orgasms then, violently. Better than she ever has in her life. He lets her ride it too, beyond the point of human endurance. The first five minutes are pleasure, but by the tenth she is losing her mind. Her stockings are stained now, reaking of the indiscretion. He lets her pause then, patting her on the cheek slowly, laying her on the floor.

He's done with her for now. The sexual energy she has given him is more than sufficient to let him seek a different class of prey, to search for a challenge in this world. When she awakens, she will be mad with lust, willing to do anything for even a taste of what he gave her. That is fitting.

Moving out of the basement, he closes the door behind him, locking it with a thought. Best to give her some time.

Now he searches for his new game, seeking out with all his senses a woman who will be an adequate challenge to him. Someone he can mold and control. When he sees her, he doesn't immediately move in for the kill, instead slowly stalking her, letting her know that he is watching, compelling her softly with his abilities. Bringing her towards him.

He sits at the bar now, a vodka martini sitting beside him, ignoring the numerous other women who throw themselves at him, unconsciously feeling the power he puts out. They aren't worth consideration at the moment. He has his prey in mind, and when the time is right, she will come to him.

Ravenna had been watching him for sometime, noticing how he has been ignoring the women that flirted with him. At first this made her hesitate even more, thinking that he has got to be taken. Either that he is on a hunt of his own. Though, if that was the case, why ignore all those women? They were all attractive, some more than others, a few were perhaps even more attractive than her. It always came down to watching this man shrug them all off. There a few times where she caught his gaze looking in her direction, sometimes it felt as if he was looking right at her.

After a moment or two of staring at him and her empty glass, then biting her lip back wondering what to do. Ravenna finally got the nerve to stand up, knowing if she waits any longer, any chance she had will be gone. Yet, with her luck this man will just shrug her off as well. But if he was looking at her?....Just maybe there was a chance.

On a good note however, she doesn't just throw herself at men like all those women were doing. She's a bit more subtle than that, and yet her sudden shyness right now just might do all the work for her anyway.

There were a few eyes on her when she glanced around, one set a bit more intense than she would have preferred. A younger man, perhaps even younger than herself, tall and well built, dark blue hair with vampire contacts for eyes. Needless to say, if he wasn't so young he might have had a shot. A mistake was made though and there was eye contact with the young man, normally that is something she if very careful about. Eye contact always brought the fools out it seems. And this was no different.

Ravenna did make her way to the bar sitting next to the man she had been watching. Without giving any attention to him, other than her racing heart beat, another long island drink was ordered. Within moments that younger fool was behind her, with unwanted attention began to pet her long hair, moving it away from her face, as if he had known her for years. Ruining any chance she had with the man she was really after.

"How would you like to come over to my table, maybe even have a dance."

He said as he leaned in closer to her ear, so he can whisper in her ear.

".... perhaps go back to my place."

The simple touch was turning her on silently, at the same time there was a clear indication on her face that he was unwanted. She even gave an eye roll at his whispered suggestion. Any maturity this one might have had went out the window within seconds.

"No thank you, I'm fine right here."

She spoke softly but firm, also moved a little to get some kind of distance away from his face.

"But, I saw it in your beautiful eyes that you want me."

It was obvious this fool was drunk and wasn't going to leave anytime soon. It was then she pulled her hair forward to get his hand off it.

"Well, you saw it wrong then. I'm not interested, so leave me alone."

She was getting a little more fidgety towards his unwanted touching and persistent begging to get her to go with him. Ravenna even tried a couple of times to push his hand away from caressing her back, trying very hard to not make a huge scene with her being the center of it.

"I said to leave me alone already."

Sadly the fool wasn't going to take the rejection easily and kept pushing till she caves in. Little did he know, she doesn't cave to fools like him.

The shadow watches the pretender ply his would be target, saying all those words punks like him think will woo a mate, playing the bad boy, the alpha male. Its pathetic really. Sad. He almost feels like explaining the true nature of such matters to the boy, guiding him along the proper path of corruption, that would gain success from such matters.

Still, no need for such kindness. Not when cruelty suits his nature so much better. It will endear him to the girl, and perhaps gain him a measure of respect among these mortals as well. The latter is a small currency, but one he willingly accepts.

Stepping away from the bar, and then up behind the punk, the Shadow laid a hand upon his shoulder, compelling the boy with the barest whisper of a thought. Obediently, the boy turned, his face contorted in anger at the interruption. His mouth opens to spew forth vitriol at his better, but the words die in his mouth. The shadow's eyes are glowing now, but only from the young man's perspective. They flash like a supernova between them.

For just a moment, the boy can see the Shadow as he really is. Predictably, the response is not positive. The young man takes a step back, directly into the bar, his body practically quaking with and unknowing, absolute fear. From where he is standing, the Shadow can smell the acrid scent of urine on the air. The fool is pissing himself.

Perfect.

Smiling far more graciously than he had need to, the Shadow speaks, his voice low, and casual, the force behind the words anything but. They are a stark, cold command, laced with enough venom to fell an elephant.

"Its past your bedtime child. Go home."

No other words are said, no others need be. The command stands just as it should, and the weak willed mortal has little choice to comply, practically running for the exit, narrowing avoiding hitting the Shadow on his way out. The dark one for his part, briefly debates tripping the mortal on his way out, settling instead for casually stepping up to the young woman, who he smiles at in a far less disconcerting manner.

"Kids today, hmmm? Still, I liked the eyes, very gothic."

He takes her in fully now, his eyes flashing up and down her body in a manner that lets her know he's doing so, and more that he appreciates what she has to offer.

"Not your style though? You look like someone who likes a bit more," He pauses then, planting her with a piercing stare that takes in her soul as completely as his last did her body,"Experience. I may be able to accommodate such needs."

Watching the scene unfold next to her was a bit amusing, although, having no idea what exactly just happened made it quite intriguing. Ravenna could have dealt with the fool on her own, but it wouldn't have been nearly as good as what she just witnessed. Whatever that was. The fool began saying a few choice words in his rage, always a bad choice to begin with, then suddenly had an 'accident' in his pants.

It honestly made her laugh a little, trying to hide the laugh though, not wanting to be overly interested in what was happening. After watching the fool run out, practically tripping over himself was just as funny to her. It was a relief to not have to deal with him on her own though, it would have been subtle on her part, but it always ended up with the fool making a bigger scene.

It didn't take long at all before the man made his own move, which was more than fine with her, except it really brought out the shyness more than she'd expected. She knew he was staring her down, yet she kept from making eye contact right away, trying to seem unimpressed.

"Yes, he did have some awesome eyes, have to give him that much."

The constant staring he was doing started to gain some effect on her, causing her to squirm just a bit in her seat. Still, trying to hard to ignore the ever growing feeling he was giving her. For some reason being stared at always made her fidgety, this was no different. Taking another sip of her drink before answering his .... question? Trying her best to be casual about his attempt to get her full attention.

"Experience? No, his lack of experience had nothing to do with my interest. Though it does help."

She mused a little while taking another drink, letting her words hang for a moment before actually looking up to meet his gaze for once. The rush of heat that filled her cheeks surely did not go unnoticed, not even by her, that same heat seemed to have traveled to other areas as well. Ravenna quickly looked away, attempting to gain back some control over her composure.

He already had her full attention from the start and now she just confirmed it for him to see. Biting her lower lip back as she thought about the rest of what he said.... or rather, how he said the rest. Risking a sideways glance in his direction, giving him a little tempting smile.

"And just how will you be able to .... accommodate such needs when you don't even know what my needs are?"

It surprised herself at how calm and easy she purred the words out, thinking for sure the shyness would seep in her voice. In reality she honestly couldn't believe she just said that, but it was too late and she is still the hunter here anyway..... at least, that's what she is telling herself. Once more, she attempted to play it casual by taking another drink and pretending to play hard to get. Which wasn't easy at this point, she knew he already had her.

The shadow smiled at her response, feeling the familar pulses of lust and heat from her direction. She really had no idea how well he had learned her in just these last few moments. Millennia ,and a thousand different forms had taught him everything a man, or certainly a demon might need to about such matters. He knew for instance that this one preferred older men, that she enjoyed a dominant partner, and he suspected, that she had a bit of sadism of her own.

These were all fine qualities for him, ones he could use to shape her as he pleased. Of course explaining such a matter to her, in such an open manner would do little to entice the seduction. Indeed, she probably would have called him mad, and perhaps summoned the authorities. Very inefficient for his needs. It was far better to play matters cool, and let them come to a head at an appropriate time.

Instead, he reached over, laying his hand softly and firmly atop hers, and then made eye contact then, as he unleashed a soft pulse of his energies into her palm, and then beyond. Sex magic was child's play to him, and the pulse he had used was just the smallest taste of what he could accomplish. It would serve though, sharpening her desire for him, bringing her lust more to the fore. An astute mortal might recognize the change in their mood, but most simply went with the feeling.

Continuing the conversation as if nothing had occurred, the shadow spoke, responding to her question with a teasing of his own, playing the part of a flirtatious male to the hilt.

"I might surprise you. I'm very good at reading people..."

He let the words hang as he moved his hand from hers, letting it slide slowly away before raising a hand, ordering another drink from the bartender. Another martini. The Shadow enjoyed the style of a such a drink, and the connotations it brought with it from popular culture. His host had thought much of it, and its relationship to a James Bond, an apparent sex symbol in this day and age. That made it appropriate for his uses now. Of course alcohol did not fill the need the Shadow possessed tonight. He wanted a woman, to take, and control, and transform, and use.

The thought of these things was pleasant, and the shadow relished how the night might unfold. The mystery of it, the myriad ways things might play out.

Casually then, he turned to her anew, smiling as he brought the drink to his lips, savoring it for a moment as he considered her, arriving at an appropriate question after a moment, even as he admitted to himself, that he did not entirely care about the answer. It might change tonight.

"What is your name?"

“Ravenna, but my friends call me Raven.”

The words faltered slightly as it suddenly became difficult to focus; At first she thought it was the drink, perhaps it got slipped something, yet, she watched the barkeep make it, so that couldn't be it. Something did happen when he touched her hand, a pulsing wave rushing through her, felt far different from than any other simple hand touch she's ever had.

The effects of the spell began showing subtle signs that it was working. Her cheeks flushed with a new kind of heat, reaching down to her cleavage. The fidget became more writhing, as if she was trying to relieve some tension between her legs, even her legs closed tighter together. It seemed like her hands were fighting to keep in sight on top of the bar instead of diving down under it. It was then she really noticed just how crowded the bar area became, giving her the feeling that every eye was on her, seeing the pure lust rush into her hazel eyes. As if they were seeing her as fresh meat for the taking. However, they weren’t a few appreciated her obviously, but nothing as drastic as she felt in that moment.

“Would you like to go to a booth, more privacy to talk?”

Her voice was mixed with lust and mostly urgency to get away from the crowd, along with some confusion as to why this feeling was happening. Almost too afraid to order another drink, the last one she did drank rather fast and already feeling the effects from both drinks. After deciding to not be such a light weight, she ordered another long island, with a promise to herself to drink it slow. Besides, if one of the other two drinks were laced, it was already too late and another drink won’t make much difference. She also had a feeling she wasn’t going to be staying here for much longer; this drink was mainly for the road, wherever that road may lead.

Ravenna was sure he had answered, but between the feeling that was rushing through her and all the other noises around her, it was difficult to say, and she can only assume that he did agree. Once she got her drink, she took his hand and led him to the corner booth where she was in earlier. When she sat down, it took a moment to get her focus back on him, not fully realizing that she was still holding his hand. Though, with the heat and the pulsing between her thighs, it even her nipples beg for attention, making any kind of rational focus impossible. She still attempted to act like nothing was ‘wrong’ as she spoke, making it casual.

“This is much better. So, what is your name? And just what do you think you read when looking at me?”

She fell into his control all too easily, the feelings of lust in her body propelling her, as he had known they would, into a more daring state. She mumbled something about wanting to take a booth, and then dragged him along, compliant and curious with her. He enjoyed this change of pace. Usually, it was he that controlled the situation, set the mood. It was nice to see someone, even someone compelled, take control of it, even if only for a moment.

When she spoke to him again it brought a smile to his lips. Mortals were always so curious about names. As if the pathetic titles they gave one another were any true indication of what lay beneath, as if anyone possessing true power would ever give their true name to another. It was an adorable conceit, but one which he played along with for a moment. After all, she had given him her name, it would be only fair to give her one in return. For the barest of moments, he flashed through the myriad mortal names he had held, the titles and identities he had stolen or created. One resonated with him, and he used it as he spoke, returning her question, with one of his own.

"Call me Seth. As far as what I see, I see potential, the potential for a great deal of pleasure, to one who cares to invest the time and effort into you. You are a beautiful young woman, and one I would very much like to know better. I am certain you will appreciate the many, many thing I can do for you in exchange. "

As he kept one hand above the table with her, his other moved beneath the table, moving with the skill of ages between her legs, and then deftly upon her center. He touches her there, only once, unleashing another pulse of his erotic energy into her form, this time focusing upon the physical aspects of her form, more than lust. This one is intended to make her orgasm, and he watches her as its power unfolds, his gaze a mixture of lust and curiosity, like he's trying to read her response. He's trying, very carefully to push her to the absolute limits of her need, and see how far she can go before breaking.

For him this is as much an art as sculpting, or music. A refined process which takes time, energy, and most importantly passion. It is what he savors most in the world, and nothing will deny him the opportunity.

Raven listened to his answer, not really believing that was his name, nor did she really care. She just didn’t want to keep referring to him as ‘that man’ all the time. Half the time she hardly ever asks for a name with one night stands. This time, it was just something to keep focus on, until his hand went between her legs that is. Any chance to keep the conversation going was flying out the window quickly. One of the few times she wished she wore a skirt instead of pants; they felt so confining in this moment.

Raven bit back her lip to keep from getting to loud as the whimpers grew more intense; her breathing struggled to remain consistent. It was something she has never in her life experienced, nothing was touching her or stimulating her and yet an orgasm was rising up. Raven was fighting it, though it was clear as day that she will lose.

It was at that point that she knew it had to be him somehow, she didn’t know of any drugs that can bring you to orgasm just from a simple touch like this. Raven really didn’t know what to do, the urge to cry out in pleasure was far too overwhelming, but that would just bring attention in her direction. She has had orgasms before, but they were mostly of her own hand, it was rare that a man brought her to one.

For now, she was fighting the feeling, writhing more and more, her grip in his hand tightened as she struggled. Shivers kept constantly running up her spine every time her pussy twitched.

“Wha….. What did you do?..... How are you……”

She closed her eyes for a moment, refocusing on what he had said, talking about things like invest the time and effort into you, exchange, great deal of pleasure… words that do not normally follow one night stands. Seth made it sound like there was more involved. After taking in a deep breath, with great restraint she finally spoke with some rational thought.

“What exactly is it that you want in return? You talk of ….. exchange… Is that all you seek is pleasure?….”

The words were straining and her legs were getting shakier by the second, she really needed to let it out, but she knew if she did, it would be a form of submission. To what that submission was, she had no idea, and she doesn’t just jump into that kind of thing blindly. Or at least, she tries not too.... This might be different. At this point, there might not be a choice to submit blindly. Least, that's what her body is saying, the mind has a different argument.

“I am all for pleasure, but what is your gain in all this?”

She could feel herself soaking her pants, never realizing she could produce so much fluid as she was right now. It even felt like she might have squirted for the first time ever, and yet, she was still holding onto the big one, fighting it with everything she had. When she finally opened her eyes, he saw the need for release along with the struggle to not give in. Almost as if she was daring him to break her.

This one...this one has potential...

The Shadow watched her fight back against the ecstasy, seeing a strength of will within her that belied her mortal nature. Most women, placed in a similar situation would have simply given into the sensation, and been swept away, this one actually seemed to be able to resist.

Resistance was a interesting quality to deal with, and overcome. All that much better in that it kept their minds from becoming too raw, unfocused for the more challenging aspects of the play.

At her questions, the shadow shrugged, as if such issues were a moot point to him. They largely were. For one of his abilities, he could take what he wanted on the mortal plane. This sort of endeavor was largely sport. She just happened to be a particularly interesting challenge, not that he would acknowledge her as such. Not at the outset in any case.

Instead he simply rested his hands back on the table, steepling them before him. When he spoke, his words were low and careful, offset by a quiet smile. The words were laced with power though, pulling her further into his control, adding more passion to her lust.

"What I gain, is what you want. Pleasure. I can give it, and in return, it nourishes me. A woman like you, a woman with resistance to its ambrosia, is a rare, and useful commodity. Together we can explore your limitations, and I can show you another world you've never seen. I can bring out the dark desires of your heart, and make them real. If you're interested in that sort of thing of course..."

He paused then, his eyes flashing green with power, his entire form seeming to surge with an unknown energy, which seemed to eclipse their surroundings. He let her see, just for an instant, the sort of power he offered. Just a flash. The tableau she saw went across years, ages. Sex of every conceivable kind, across the full gambit of human expression. And in each scene he was there, his eyes blazing just as lustfully as they did now. He let her experience, just for a moment, the pleasure he had given each of his partners, and let her understand what could truly be gained. It was an overwhelming crescendo of sex, lust, and domination.

When it was through, he sat there, the same as before, the same slight smile on his features, and offered her a hand, as if in greeting. The intent of the handshake could not have been more clear. There was a deal to be made.

His voice alone almost broke her right then and there, it was deep and beyond anything she’s ever heard before. Raven squeezed her legs tighter together when his hand left, almost instantly craving to have him put it back. When it came right down to it, she didn’t want to resist this feeling; it was the best feeling she has ever had in her life. And she wanted more. This situation was clearly different from any other she’s encountered, this man wanted to break her and she knew it. Raven was determined to show her strength.

That strength quickly faded though once he started to show her things; things she has never even seen before, let alone experienced them. And half those things she didn’t even think were possible. It seemed as if it went on forever, mainly because at this point she simply couldn’t get it out of her thoughts. She was on edge as it was, barely hanging on and when she experienced the feeling, even if it was for a moment, it was then he pushed her over that edge. The images, the feeling of it all came crashing all at once; she gripped onto the table while her legs trembled underneath. Raven did her best to stifle the moans, not wanting to be too loud, though her flushed face and body language gave her away.

It was all for a split moment and she knew it, although, it felt longer than that as it remained fresh in her mind. The images were there every time she closed her eyes, wanting to refocus on what was happening. He had planted the seed and she knew only he can make it grow. Knowing that if she rejects him, she will never find what he offers again. She will always be hunting and this was a chance to stop her hunt.

Raven stared at his offered hand for a moment, then back up to those powerful eyes and she knew right then there was turning back. That this night will never leave her thoughts, it will haunt her dreams at night. She looked away for a moment, thinking about the images he poured into her and realized a few things.

“I do not have experience in most of what you've shown me. But I will try to not disappoint you... Sir.”

Kept her eyes lowered, ashamed to have admitted such things, part of her felt that he didn't care, even perhaps that is what he was looking for, but she was still ashamed of it and hoped she doesn't fail him.

With some hesitation she took his hand and sealed the deal.

"I wish for more ..... Please.... Sir..."

The touch of his hand is a pale shadow to what his touch earlier did. Just a slight reminder of the pleasure to come. The Shadow is well pleased with this conquest. She seems passionate and ready to learn, traits that will make her entertaining, if nothing else. It has been too long since he had taken a human servant, and yet this one seemed ideal to the role. Perfectly suited to his needs, and perhaps with the spark of greater purpose that he could use.

Still, there is work to be done. Without preamble, the Shadow spoke to his new acquisition, knowing that the fires of lust within her are only building at this moment. He knew she wanted pleasure, and he was more than happy to oblige. For the right price of course. Even as a shall, his mortal form had needs, and his possession of it only drove those more to the fore. He was, simply put, very horny.

"The first thing a servant must learn is their place. You do not sit beside me unless I deign it. Your needs are always secondary to mine. Always. Thus, I want you on your knees before me now. Show me how much you want what I offer, and perhaps I shall give you a taste."

The voice cold and commanding, in sharp contrast to the blazing green eyes, which burned with an eternal hunger. It was more than simple lust, it was a eternal, gnawing ache. A desire never sated, always waiting. He had carried it with him throughout his many lives, and never come close to quenching it. It was a punishment, a curse, and a pleasure all at once.

As she did as he bid, the Shadow turned his attentions to the club around him, feeding upon the lust about them, and then dialing it up from his own copious reserves. Around them the dancing became hotter as the men and women became more openly lustful and amorous. It wasn't quite an orgy yet, but he knew it might explode into one, given enough time.

In such a setting he could teach his servant all he wished, and never fear of being interrupted by more prudish mortals. Simply being in this environment would put even the most ardent of prudes into a state of near hysterical lust, and of course resisting would only bring the desires all that much higher.

Part of the inner voice was still uncertain of where this is going, after all, she just barely met him and already gave him what he wanted. Then, she had to tell herself that he is clearly no ordinary human, and from the images he provided, she knew he wouldn’t let anything bad happen. Or at least, that’s how they appeared.


“Yes, I understand, Sir.”

There was no hesitation, just a moment to figure out how to comply, the table was the easy enough to move allowing her to get on her knees in front of him. More and more she was wishing she wore something else, the pants and boots made the position uncomfortable, however, she clearly didn’t complain verbally. It also felt kind of different being in such a position in public, unable to tell if it was too embarrassing, or arousing. Perhaps it was a bit of both.

Raven felt the environment around her change, noticing how everyone was getting more frisky with each other, a lot more kissing going on around her. Though, being on her knees with him and the booth blocking most of it, she could only see part of what was happening.

It didn’t take long for her to get over the discomfort, lowering her gaze and bowing her head to await for more instructions. Focusing on the feel of her pants digging into her, grinding against the pressure ever so slightly. It was more torture than anything, but it felt good to have anything touch her right now.

He smiled as she complied, reaching down to ruffle her hair as one might a favorite pet's. He was pleased at her performance thus far, but he still needed to see what she could do to please him. He could also sense her discomfort from her clothing, a sensation which only heightened his enjoyment of the moment. A little pain would do much to keep her aware of his needs, as the moment built.

The Shadow reached down, touching his own shaft where it lay waiting beneath the tight confines of his slacks. Showing her his girth and size, and gaging her response. He knew she was already lustful for more, and he was curious how this enticement would work. It showed impressive self control that she had not simply thrown herself at him the second he permitted here there.

After he had given her a moment to appreciate it, he spoke, his voice cold and firm, instructive and commanding. He left nothing to question, expecting her implicit compliance.

"You may touch me through my slacks, if you would like. Show me how you wish to serve me, but restrain yourself for the moment. We are not quite to that point yet, and it would a pity for you to rush matters as important as these."

Around them, the noise in the club intensified, as her own ministrations were mirrored on a massive scale, with men and women now roughly groping one another, their carnal desires coming every more to the fore. Even the bouncers, who might have tried to stop this event were not immune, with one of them being serviced by two women at once. The heady scents of arousal and sex began to fill the club, while moans and grunts began to overpower the music.

When she touched him, she would find his form a conduit for this sexual energy, tying her into the sexual frenzy all about her. Unlike the sheep around them though, she was not directly set to frenzy by this, the effects dampened down to only an arousing, erotic energy.

Raven didn’t know what was coming over, all she knew is she liked the feeling that was growing deep inside. The need to please him was growing also, letting go of any doubts or fears, it was all about him and this moment. The world around her blurred when she focused herself on him and what he was showing her. Only thing she noticed outside of her zone was the sounds and smell of sex filled the air, yet she didn’t take her eyes off him.

She reached up with one hand and began to trace the outline of his hard member, feeling how incredibly big it was. It wasn’t like to want to suck on men, and yet she found herself drooling over this one, wanting nothing more than the feel her mouth wrapped around it. After a moment of touching lightly, she began to massage it more as the need grew.

There was no eagerness to the action; it was a slow and steady stroking. Within another moment, she leaned her face to smell his scent, opening her mouth to let him feel her hot breath through the pants. She traced its length with her lips, letting her tongue slip out in attempts to lick the hidden flesh, followed by the rubbing of her cheeks, like a kitten wanting attention.

Raven looked up to catch his eyes, seeking if the approval of her actions, being careful to not rush as he instructed. Instead, she was showing him passion and appreciation for what he was offering. She even kept her hands on his lap, keeping them in his view despite how badly she wanted to touch herself.

He watched her as she worked, his gaze forward and direct. Observing the way that she caressed him through his trousers, the way that she nuzzled his shaft. This was the sort of casual domination that never grew old for him. The simple pleasure of making a woman want him more than anything else. It put his teeth on edge, and drove his hunger all that much higher, setting the pitch for the room around them to a fever pitch.

As the club filled with the sounds of passionate sex though, his interest was solely on his new servant, waiting to see how she would pursue things. He was well pleased that she did not give into what he knew was an aching desire to touch herself, instead putting her fate entirely in his hands. As well it should be. He savored this recognition for a moment, and then spoke, letting the game proceed as he wished, pushing it onward, and sincerely looking forward to the results. He was certain she would not disappoint him.

"Thats very good servant. You follow instructions well, at least thus far. See that you maintain that standard throughout your service, and you may find yourself amply rewarded for it. Now, you seem a bit uncomfortable in those clothes. You have my permission to remove them, and also to free my shaft from its restraints. You will not be permitted to use your hands in that task though. I trust your inventiveness will see you through."

He smiled at the last, enjoying the challenge he had presented her with. He leaned back, savoring his commands as he absently watched the hedonism about him. The raw sexual energy in this environment was feeding him, boosting his abilities to even greater heights, which in turn he could funnel back into the club. It was a remarkable vicious cycle that made his task far easier in the bargain. Feeding was no more difficult than breathing in such a place.

She kept nuzzling him for a moment longer and smiled at his approval, his next command did make her slightly hesitant at the thought. Despite everyone else being nude, it was mostly the fact that she isn't used to being naked in front of people. Within the same instant, she let the thought slide and decided to give him a choice on how she should undress. Raven was uncomfortable though, there was no doubts about that, getting the pants and boots off were more than a welcoming thought.

While keeping her hands in sight on his lap, she leans further up to take the belt in her teeth and began to work it through the loops till she can get it unbuckled. The belt gave some challenge towards the end, though she managed to get it loose using her teeth and tongue.

The button was easy, the zipper proved to be a challenge considering she had to go slow and couldn't move the material around so it wouldn't get caught on anything. During the process she discovered that he was wearing silk boxers, which in his current position made it a real challenge for her. Raven was determined to prove herself though, wanting to show him that she likes challenges. And not only that, this was turning on more than she could ever imagine.

With her teeth and tongue she undid the button along the slit of the boxer, and slowly used her teeth to pull the material towards the head, her tongue guided the edge of the material till it slipped over the head. She kept it pinned with her mouth, not letting it just spring up, teasing the flesh with her tongue and guided it till it was fully free before her.

Naturally she wanted to do more, yet, he did not permit her to go further. With that in mind she stood up slowly and just undid her the button of her pants, followed with the zipper.

"Would you prefer to undress me, Master?"

Giving him a teasing peek at the naked, freshly shaven flesh beneath, and stopped from continuing, waiting to see if he wished to undress her.

He watches her as she works, coolly impressed by the inventiveness and skill she shows in following his instructions. He is also highly appreciative of the feel of her mouth on his shaft, if only in passing. More than anything, he would like a chance to experience that some more, but he delays this gratification, instead letting her play out the scenario as she chooses.

When she offers herself to him for disrobing, he can't help but smile wickedly, knowing just how he shall do this. Any fool could have stripped away her clothing then and there, but for him its a chance to show what sets him apart from mortal men, and the sort of skills she shall be dealing with.

"I think I can accommodate you in that regard. Hold still, and try not to squirm too much."

The Shadow rubs his thumb and forefinger together, channeling into that small space just a glimmer of the energy he possesses, until a small green flame appears. He holds this in his palm for a moment, considering it. Its balefire, an expression of his energies in their rawest, most unrefined form. It make take the form of mortal flame, but its true power surpasses any mere fire. It is essence boiled down to its purest level, personified in a flame of lust.

After she's had a chance to study the flame for a moment he softly tosses it at her feet, as airily as one might discard a newspaper. The flame touches the ground, and then immediately rushes up onto her feet, consuming her in a bright green flame, that were those around them not consumed with lust, they would have run from. Indeed, even his servant might have considered running, were he not exercising a small measure of will to hold her in place.

Instead she remains exactly as instructed as the flames rush up her body, covering her from head to toe.

There is no burning, no agonizing destruction of flesh. This fire is made of lust, and that is how it acts, consuming her clothing in a flash, and then massaging the flesh beneath, as gentle as a lover's touch.

It starts at each foot, destroying her shoes forever, before cradling her soles in flame, tickling her lightly. It moves up each leg, destroying her pants utterly, leaving no trace behind. When it reaches the apex of her thighs, it burns faster, consuming her panties, and delicately massaging her womanhood. The fire moves higher then, to her waist, and then beyond, all the way up to her firm breasts, burning away her bra, and leaving her breasts bare and tantalized.

When it is done, he releases his hold on her for a moment, letting her respond to what has occurred, to recognize the power he has exhibited. He lets her take it in for a long moment, curious about her response.

The flame he held was interesting to her and slightly scary at the same time, unsure what the intentions were. When he tossed at her feet, she wanted to take a step back afraid it’ll burn her; in that same moment she reminded herself that she gave him the trust and acceptance he wanted. Just as the flames consumed her, she felt her heart race in both fear and in curiosity of what it was doing. She could also sense that she was being held in place, yet nothing was there binding her to the spot, least nothing she could see. It was just a sensation of being unable to run if she wanted to; luckily she didn’t want to.

It was surprisingly warm and inviting as it caressed her skin, exposing her inch by inch. She ended up closing her eyes and allowed herself to soak in the feeling of its touch. Soft moans escaped her lips from its teasing areas that are craving to be touched. It became a feeling that she didn’t want to let go of, lifting her face up towards the ceiling, her hands acted like they needed to touch, instead remained at her sides reluctantly. The need to feel more took over for the time being, no longer caring about the people around her.

All too soon the feeling had left her breathless and she felt the sudden rush of cool air kissing every part of exposed skin. Her mind felt it came crashing out of a trance like state, slowly waking up from a dream. Every nerve was racing throughout her body, seeking for more, leaving her shaky with lust and full of need. When she finally opened her eyes, they instantly went to him and the hazel orbs were filled with nothing but lust.

“What are you…? Master…”

At this point it did not really matter what he was, the question escaped her lips none the less, curious to know just who…. What she gave herself to. Though she had a few thoughts of what his nature is, she needed to hear it, confirm it in her mind. When she looked around as if realizing for the first time of where she was., it was nothing but one big orgy feast now; if anyone was looking at her, she did not notice at that time.

It took her a moment to catch her breath, calm enough nerves down to remember her new place in life. Soon found herself kneeling before him, her eyes begging for more, though her actions were restrained and awaited for his permission to continue. She wasn't even thinking about what really happened to her clothes, not caring about material things right now. Only main concern was pleasing him, she was loving the rewards he offered.

“Thank you for undressing me Master.”

He watched as the flames finished their work, enjoying the sensations of fear and lust that cascaded across her features as they stripped her of all clothing. When it was complete she knelt before him, shocked but hungry for more. It was a pleasing position to hold another in, and one he took a single moment to contemplate before he spoke, responding to her second statement first, drawing out the words with the patience of a teacher with their student.

"It is my pleasure to reward those who serve me faithfully. If you do so, the rewards can be boundless. As to who I am...That is a question for another night. For the moment, you need only know that I am your master, and that your master bids that you give him pleasure."

There is something controlled about his speech, almost a ritual to to the manner in which his words flow. Like he has spoken these statements before, gone through this act before. In truth he has, though she is his first servant in decades, he has trained a thousand of her like. Those who have that spark of potential. It is as pleasurable to him to corrupt and shape them, as the carnal delights themselves. More so in some cases.

Transformation of the spirit is the greatest joy for a shadow of his skills. Faustian bargains and the acquisition of souls are the trite fairy tales stories told to children. What those of his kind, what humans call demons, really seek is to transform mortals into themselves. To peel back the layers that separate the Earth from their own realm.

He does admit this one is especially pleasing though. He liked what the fire has revealed, from her unmarked skin, to the beauty of her shaved core. She is perfect, or at least as close to perfect as he needs for the moment. After all, this one just is raw clay. The base material from which he, a gifted sculptor can create a masterpiece It is a process that puts his teeth on edge with a rare hunger, a desire that transcends simple carnal bliss.

His manhood, standing between them strains as an outward manifestation of his lust, and he decides that it shall be the first test of her skill. He gestures towards it, speaking plainly, his voice heavy with need.

"Show me what skill you possess. We shall see what further training you shall require."

Though it of lesser interest to him now, he can still feel the club pulsing higher around him, as the lusts he has brought to a boil begin to grow even stronger. The orgy around them becomes more boisterous, fueled by his own growing need.

It was rare that she had the chance to give men pleasure in her own way, and thought of providing this one in such a way intimidated her. The desire to please and obey him was compelling her to move forward with his request. Everything around her, the sights, sounds, scent of raw lust made her dizzy, overwhelming her with that same energy. There was still a tiny part that nagged in the depths of reason, attempting to find logic behind this decision she made tonight.

His words ring deep in her thoughts as she reaches up to touch him for the first time. Letting her nails lightly trail down the entire length, tracing the veins, feeling how the heat radiates off him. She kept tracing all over the hardness, slowly teasing him for a time, refraining from being too greedy, proving that she can control herself.

“What will become of me when you finish with me? What happens if I do not meet your expectations? I do not wish to be tossed out like trash.”

She didn’t let the questions stop the attention she was providing, though the tone was filled concern, wondering what the future holds for her. Will he keep her, replace her, toss her to the side, and give her away? There were just many scenarios that she couldn’t hold back. He speaks of training, calls her servant, so far he is everything she has been hunting for. Yet, she knows he is something more and with her being a measly, puny human, these thoughts couldn't be helped, wondering what a human like herself can truly offer him.

Raven began to kiss along the underneath of the hardness, trailing her tongue behind each kiss. Her lips wrapped around the tip of his manhood, massaging underneath the head with her tongue and tasting the salty liquid that seeped along her tongue. She slowly started to take the thick shaft further in, taking her time to worship him. It was difficult when he hit the back of her throat, causing some hesitation. For the moment, she held him there using her tongue and allowing her mouth to massage along the length.

Deep throating was something she has never done before, never had a reason to do such things before. This time was different, for him, her Master; there was a need to prove herself. She really didn’t know to do it properly, without the gagging reflex, but she tried. Using the swallowing motion to take him as deep as the position allowed. Once more holding him there till the throat became more relaxed, pushing herself to take more. It didn’t take long before he was sliding in and out of her mouth slowly, going deeper into her throat with each stroke.

She touches him lightly now, caressing his hard and ready flesh. The touch is light and careful, matched by the words she speaks. A mortal's casual attempt at reassurance. Its a silly move on her part, looking for comfort from one such as he, but he is used to the concern. Mortals who do not yet understand their place often ask such questions, thinking perhaps to bargain with their new master.

Such is not the nature of the relationship they will forge. He explains this casually, even as she deepens her attentions upon him, licking and kissing along his shaft, showing her eagerness to please. Her slow starts shows that she knows how to draw out pleasure, which is a skill she will find honed to a knife's edge under his tutelage.

"If you do not wish to be dismissed....Mmmm....You would do well to continue to please me. When I say that there are rewards to be had, I ams speaking beyond those of a carnal nature. I have skills you have never dreamed of..."

She begins to take him in now, and he cannot help but buck slightly against the sensation, an all too nice reminder of the fucking that is to come. He reaches down, pulling at her hair, gently for now, guiding her ministrations. When she begins to deep throat him, he grunts appreciatively, enjoying the sensation. For him, it has been far too long since he had a slave to want to please him, and only him.

She's a natural.

He can tell this even with their little time together. her focus, her interest, they're poignant and driving. Even her aura, generally clouded at bests with mortals is focused into a flame of lust. Its impressive how much she's holding back. Of course he would be a poor master indeed to simple let her rest as a plateau. She has to learn to adapt, to grow.

His grip tightens on her hair, and he begins to exercise his control more fully, roughly taking her mouth and throat, dominating her with his shaft. His energies come to work around, unleashing sparks of erotic energy through her as he works, pushing her towards orgasm as he speaks again, his words more carnal now. His voice deepening with greater need.

"Touch yourself as you please me. She me your desire."

At first she was unsure how to take the response, dwelling on such thoughts in such a situation, not to mention it felt almost foolish to even consider such thoughts. Those thoughts seem to disappear as she continues the attention, registering his appreciation by the groaning and how his fingers grip through her hair.

It was still difficult to take him fully and she did try, needing to show the desire she has to please him. There was a moment of shock when the roughness started, forcing the rest of the length down her throat. It was not long before the tears broke free from struggling to take the sudden thrusting, gagging a little more than before. And yet, she did not fight it, this was her place now and she submitted to it, if nothing else, the roughness just aroused her more.

At his command, she reached down between her thighs, diving delicate fingers into a tight, pulsing hole and used the free hand to pull at a peaking hard nipple. She was using the palm of her hand to rub hard against the throbbing clit while her fingers pressed against the spongy area deep inside, rubbing hard against it. Everything mixed as one in that very moment.

Within seconds, her cries tried to escape from around the shaft that claimed her mouth, shuddering hard against the grip in her hair as she crashed hard into the first orgasm for him. Finally submitting herself fully to her Master. The juices flowed over her fingers, and through teary eyes she looks up to meet his gaze, raising those coated fingers up, offering him a taste of her proof.

He enjoyed her submission nearly as much as he enjoyed the fucking he gave her mouth. It was almost too sweet. When she complied with his wishes, she came instantly, as he'd known she would. Her energies had been far too bundled up, restrained in a desperate attempt to maintain her composure. She would learn better, in due time.

For now though, he was pleased at her response to his request, and he dtook her fingers into his mouth softly, licking her juices from them with a groan of enjoyment. His eyes sparked with a shade of the unleashed lust he had wrought, and in that moment he was ready for more. Briefly, and only for the spanse of a breath, he considered taking her then int here. Claiming all of her holes as he had taken her mouth. Showing her his utter and complete mastery.

That passed quickly though. He was having far too much fun with the manner in which things were proceeding. Instead, he kept his hand on the back of her her, slowing his pace upon her a bit, letting her against take constrol of the situation. It was better for her to show him what she wanted to do, the better for him to mold her into what he wanted.

Absently though, he spoke, his voice low and cool. Relishing his power over her.

"Tell me...Raven was it? What are your desires. What have you always wanted most, and yet denied yourself. Amuse me with what you consider debauchery, so that I may broaden your definition."

There was a challenge in his words, as if he expected her to impress him. He with his centuries of study into the darkest worlds of sex. In truth, it was as much a test as anything else. He wanted to see how truly honest she could be with him. What lengths she would debase herself for him. It amused him to see how far she might fall on her own, with only the slightest of encouragement.

Raven took a moment to catch some composure back, gaining control of the heavy breathing after being somewhat deprived. The question was caught off guard, forcing her to come back to reality and think of a response. It became something that she never truly put much thought into before, making it that much more an off guard of a question. During this time of consideration, her attention never left the hard shaft that was before her, licking and kissing it a few times before responding, using the palm of her hand to replace her mouth.

“In all out honesty… I don’t consider much to be debauchery, as long as all parties are consenting and enjoying themselves. Everyone has their sexual needs, who am I to judge them? I am not sure of what to make of tonight I will admit, everyone around us, me in this position before a complete stranger. Never imagined myself to submit so easily, let alone do such activities in public.”

There was a momentary pause to consider the rest of the question.

“As for what I desire, what I’ve been denying myself of all this time?”

Resting her head on his lap while watching her own hand like it was a dream, stroke all along the thick length, smearing her saliva all around, including the balls and massaging them before working her way back up to the tip. More than anything she wanted to sit in his lap and feel his lips on hers, to bury him in her depths, instead there was restraint to do so and she remained on the floor.

“To simply experience things, to learn what I do and don’t enjoy, find my limits and perhaps push past them. To find that someone that will guide me to such pleasures in life, willing to explore the things that make me tick, even those things that I don’t even know about. Such as tonight for example, even without… whatever it is you did… this would have been a huge turn on for me... to be seen sucking you off in such a place.”

It was then she took the thick head back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it in a teasing manner, pressing to the underneath of its ridge just before sucking on it, while putting more thought into his question. In reality, her own answers were a bit frightening for her to actually hear, not because she feared the reaction, it was more towards the fact that she didn’t know what he would do with such knowledge. To any normal person, they would take that and abuse it in the worse kind of form. Pulling her mouth back, returning to her hands.

“And also to be able to submit myself to someone that is trustworthy enough to not abuse that submission. I have to admit… I don’t know if I can truly trust you yet, but so far you have given no reason not to."

She lowered her head, avoiding his eyes for the time being as if registering for the first time the extent of what she had gotten herself into. Almost felt ashamed for that single moment of second guessing her actions tonight, then admitting that she didn't quite trust him yet made the shame worse. Knowing it was too late to take it back.

"It’s just… I have a hard time with this kind of trust. I…. I just don’t wish to get hurt in ways that will turn into regret.”