A Virgin and the Devil

[musicankane]

This is an rp for me and one female. The scene is similar to Bedazzled, where I play Scott a 25 year old virgin meets a beautiful woman who is the devil and for his soul she will take him on an amazing sexual journey.

Now my sexual experience isn't all that diverse so hopefully if whoever wants to join this story with me ya'll will have a devious and creative mind fitted for the devil.


IC: Scott sighed, another night at a shitty job. Well not exactly shitty, the pay was good, the work was just repetitive garbage. It was Friday though and Scott went to his favorite watering hole, Satan's Hollow (shout out to old ass video gamers everywhere). It was a fairly popular bar/club probably due to the fact that the owner sold his soul to the devil, actually probably not. The beer was cheap the people were nice to look at and, although Scott never actually succeeded in getting laid, he'd had more close encounters at Satan's Hollow than he'd had his whole life.
Scott found himself and empty seat at the bar and ordered a beer from Taylor the sexy and friendly bartender. He'd always had a crush on her but outside of friend talks on several occasions she never showed any interest in him. Once he had nursed about half his beer he turned in the seat adn eyed the room. It wasn't busy for a Friday night but there were still quite a bit of people here, some played darts, or pool while others simply hung around or danced in front of the small stage in the back corner where a live band played modern dance pop.

 

[fallenupright]

Will you take me as the devil? (Wanted to grab this one before someone else does... I'll work on a post if you think I'll "do")

 

[musicankane]

You got the part!!! This thread is now closed.

 

[fallenupright]

One of the dancers was a small woman. Her age was hard to guess, she could be a young 30, or even older... but she looked young enough to be carded at the door. She had a timeless quality to her - like she had walked out of a painting. A painting of a goddess. Standing at a miniscule 5'3" and boasting a figure that few are blessed with - slim waist, curvy hips, tight behind, and curves up top that to put it simply were "above average", she was clearly the kind of woman that drew attention. She was dressed simply, in a peice almost every woman has in her closet... a little black dress. She wore the dress with red high heeled shoes, and simple jewelry, plain diamond studs and a gold bracelet.

As she danced, her long black hair moved around her, almost like a seperate entity. Her eyes were what drew the most attention though. Set on a deeply tanned face, they were startling... ice-blue in colour. A rare thing indeed on such a dark beauty.

She was dancing alone, her eyes watching a particular man sitting at the bar. Boring into him, staring deep in to his soul... beckoning him.

((Hehe... hope I didn't overdo it.))

 

[musicankane]

She was amazing! The vixen dancing on the floor moving like...well he didn't know. That's not what surprized him, what got him was the fact that she was looking right at him. No one looked at him, not like that at least. He sipped his beer, ok what to do now? Should he go over and saw something, or would that appear to desparate? He looked around to see if there could be anyone else she was looking at, no no one close enough to fit the bill.
He swallowed hard, and waved weakly just in case.

 

[fallenupright]

She licked her lips and lifted a finger, waving it - in that come hither motion. It was clear it was him she was looking at... him she wanted. There was nobody else near. Somehow, he felt like there was nobody else there, just this woman and him... of course, they were still in the bar, she just had that kind of effect. Almost supernatural. Her other hand moved to her hair, flicking it's long mass over her shoulder.

Her body moved with an almost inhuman grace as she danced on while beckoning him towards her. She hadn't said a word, but her actions spoke loudly... he was wanted on the dancefloor.

 

[musicankane]

Scott paniced. He danced like he had three left feet and she wanted him on the floor. The one woman that actually talked to him first and he was going to have to proove himself an idiot right off the bat.
He couldn't miss the oportunity though and he reluctantly set the beer glass on the bar and walked over to her. The music was loud by the stage and he screamed to be heard.
"Hi, I'm Scott." He said casually swaying to the music hoping she wouldn't pull him into a full on embarassing dancefest.

 

[fallenupright]

"Hello m'pet. I'm Lilith." she said, speaking with an accent that he couldn't quite place. She positioned herself infront of him, grabbing his hands and placing them on her hips. She kept dancing, now writhing her backside against him, just barely touching him. The way she danced, the way she looked and even the way she spoke... she just screamed "sex." This woman was sin in a dress and heels. And we are not just speaking figuratively.

 

[musicankane]

Many things went through scott's mond then, as this unbelievably creature danced against him. Mainly sex, but underneath there was the confused dazed thought of this cant be happening to me.
He groaned softly as she pressed her ass against him and slid herself along his crotch torturously slowly. Scott bit his lip and fought not to pop a boner against this stranger's ass.
"Uh, you're a friendly one aren't you?" He asked with a nervous chuckle.

 

[fallenupright]

"Just for you..." she answered, leaning back and wrapping her arms around his neck, biting the expanse between his neck and ear gently. She released him quickly though and smiled to herself. "I'm just getting started pet... you play this right and you could get anything you want." she told him. She positioned herself about an inch closer, now making sure her ass was touching him with every single hip motion in her dancing.

 

[musicankane]

This had never happened to him before. He was shaking in his unsureness of what he should do. played his cards right? What did that mean? He swallowed hard and groaned as she pressed her ass closer to him.
"W...Wh...what do you mean anything?" He stammered. She was close enough that he could smell her lotion of perfume or whatever she was wearing. Like some fruit melody with a hint of something else he couldn't place. Whatever it was it was arousing as hell. He felt his cock start to grow as she pressed against him despite what he tried.

 

[fallenupright]

"I mean anything. I could give you what you want..." she said, noticing his arousal. This just made her grind her backside even harder against it. "I know you want me..." she whispered. She turned around to face him, a glint in her eyes as she kept dancing close, now her groin rubbing on his. She put her arms around his shoulders as she danced, licking her lips suggestively.

"Just say the word, and we can go somewhere a little quieter..."

 

[musicankane]

He shrugged. "I dont know about that, I mean I just met you and, I wouldn't know," He froze as her hand grasped him through his pants. He inhaled sharply and looked into her eyes. "Ok where do you want to go?" He asked her.
Deep down his mind was screaming at him that this was a bad idea. No woman that looked nearly as good as this one was even remotely attracted to him. But his pecker was saying who gives a flying fuck, get some pussy!
Pecker wins.

 

[fallenupright]

"I know a place..." she said softly, looking to his eyes and giving the part of his anatomy she held in her hand a gentle squeeze and a quick caress before turning around, while grabbing his hand and leading him for the door. She had better ways of getting there, but she couldn't do that in the middle of a bar. Even if she did own the owner's soul.

Once they were out the door, she led him to the alley. Before he could protest, she grabbed his head and pulled him into a kiss. Lights flashed, and he experienced a slight feeling of vertigo. When he opened his eyes he was in a tastefull decorated bedroom, done in deep red and blacks. There was a large four poster bed, mirrors on the ceiling, erotic art on the walls. There was also a large chest and a dresser. Oddly, there were no windows, only a heavy wooden door.

 

[musicankane]

He looked around quickly. "What the..?" He glared at her. "How'd you do that?" He cried his lips tingling from the kiss and hi scock harder than ever. He was startled but his cock wouldn't let him back down on this, it wanted to get laid and that's all there was too it.
He saw the smiled on her face. "Who are you?" He demanded. Can't have sex without knowing her name and how she did her little magic trick right?

 

[fallenupright]

She stepped back, shaking her hair out again. She studied him a long minute with her intense blue eyes - boring into his soul.
"Lilith, I already told you. More commonly people refer to me as the devil." she told him, reaching out and running her knuckles over his clothed erection. The air in the room was heavy and still - hot and humid, but not to an unpleasant extent. She waited for a response, still moving her hand up and down, knuckles grazing his hardness through his jeans.

 

[musicankane]

It took a moment for the words to sink in. It was really hard to focus when her hand keep playing with his cock through his pants. If she kept it up he would cum right in his shorts and be embarrased forever.


Wait.

Did she just call herself the Devil?

Scott grinned and laughed. "The devil?" He took her hand and pulled it away from his crotch. "Ok, I think it's time for me to go, and you to take your medication."

 

[fallenupright]

"I'm not kidding, pet..." she told him. Suddenly pictures flashed through his head - pictures of the agony and ectasy she had inflicted over thousands of years. Pictures of what she offered - him buried deep inside her, her on top, leaning back. Pictures of the alternative, him alone at home, taking care of business himself for yet another night. All this, in just a second space. It would leave him feeling overwhelmed...

"Need more proof?" she asked. She assumed yes, so she simply opened the door. Outside was a long hall, with a huge window at the end... On the other side of the window was a barren wasteland, the flames licking at the ground here and there.

 

[musicankane]

sweat poured down his forehead and fear overwhelmed him. The imagines bore into his head like a plague, the bareen wasteland of fire drained him of hope. His face was grim and he turned to look at her slowly.
"What do you want from me? I'm just a poor lonely guy, what the hell could you possibly want from me?" He cried in anquish.
Figures the one girl to hit on him who be the devil. Just his luck, none at all.

 

[fallenupright]

"Don't worry Scott, I'm not going to hurt you. If you want to refuse the offer I am going to make you, I'll take you back to the club. You can go back to sitting alone with your beer. I may be the devil, but contrary to popular belief I'm not some evil bitch. Well, unless you want me to be..." she winked.

She paused a moment, letting that sink in. "Now, my offer is this: I will give you whatever you desire - in exchange for your soul. That sounds awfully scary, but don't worry... I'll let you keep your soul until your body dies. After that, it's all mine for enternity. Which, isn't so bad. Afterall, I can tell you like me. You wouldn't mind being mine forever..." she smiled and licked her lips.

"And I like you. You'll make a wonderful pet if I have your soul. Don't think I make this offer often. Few get any offer, and I know what you want... even fewer who want that get an offer. You've caught my attention Scott..." she said, licking her lips again. She let the door close and walked back over to him, reaching a hand up to caress his cheek.

 

[musicankane]

Scott stood there staring into space. He didn't even feel the hand on his cheek. Any desire, what did that mean? His soul? A gauranteed passed to hell, when he died. And what did he get in return? Any desire.
To be honest with himself he didn't desire anything enough to lose his soul for it. Unless it was sex with Kate Beckonsale while she was all vampired out, yeah that was hot. But his soul. A slave for the devil forever.
"Any desire? What does that mean?" He asked her without looking at her.

 

[fallenupright]

She was tiring of this game. "Any desire. Anything you like. You can enjoy everything you would like to experience, while you are alive. I know what your desires are. I know you would like to live out some things. And, I know you would enjoy every moment of what I offer. Even for all eternity. What better master to serve than I?" she asked.

Again, she caressed his cheek gently, putting her other hand on his hip and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "I can be everything you've dreamt, and more. I can give you a life of pleasure. I can be terrible, but punishment is not what lies in store for you."

She paused a moment. "Or you can go home, live your life... wait for the time when you are judged. You could end up out there, in the wasteland... not serving me, but forced into an eternity of suffering."

 

[musicankane]

She had a point. Where was Scott going in his life now? Nowhere. Dead end job, no girlfriend nothing to live for.
He thought a long time while the Devil sighed and waited, tapping her foot. If it ended up with him being her slave when he died then it seemed fitting to have a slave while he was alive. Problem was he didn't know how to be a master he had never even had sex before.
"Alright, you can have my soul, but the rest of my life better fucking rock." Scott said looking at the devil. He smiled, "Since you can read my mind give me something good. I can't decide and I wouldn't want to keep the devil waiting now would i?"

 

[fallenupright]

"Well, I have eternity. I could wait forever... you however would turn into a pile of ash, and thats not much fun for me." she said with a short laugh. She shook her head. "Cynical one, are you not pet? I'm the devil. Your life will be the best life ever. Since I'm at your service for the moment, I give you a choice... we may stay here, or... we can head back to your place." she offered. She knew her bedroom made many humans uncomfortable. Well, not the bedroom itself... the fact that they were in hell. The desolate wasteland out back was kind of hard to forget for some.

Though, she could make him forget. As she spoke, she stepped back (to give him a better view) and then she unzipped her dress and let it slide to the floor, leaving her standing in a black lace bra and thong panties, still in her red high heels. She stepped out of the dress, and it burst into flames, like her illusions did when they were not needed anymore.

Her whole body was deeply tanned, but whats more she seemed to have adopted some rather human fads - her bellybutton was peirced, the jewelry in it was a simple black jewel. She also had a tattoo, devil horns and a tail, just below her pelvic bone. Again, she tapped her foot, waiting for his decision.

 

[musicankane]

"My place." He said instantly as he eyes were fed a marvelous sight of her body. She was the devil but fuck she looked killer. Scott felt his inhabitions melt away, he no longer cared about anything but getting laid now. He chose his place because somehow losing his soul to the devil IN hell somehow made it anti-climatic.
"But I want you way more than once. I dont care how good you are nothing is worth one piece of ass."

Suddenly a light bulb.

Wait she could teach him! She could show him how to be a complete badass in bad and in everyday life.

He glared at her, smirking at her evil smug little smile as she awaited his decision. "You want my soul? Fine, but I want you to teach me how to get whatever I want from women. I want to be a fucking badass in life and a king in the bed. I want to be able to go up to the hottest woman in a bar and lay a few lines and WHAM! in her pants I go. Got it? I want a deal, if you fail to teach me this, then my soul is up for judgement. How does that bite your devil horns?"