The Devils Lover [open to 1 male]

NekoMata

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((This is the 3rd time I've had to repost this. The first time was due to thread death and the other to a partner trying to post my characters thoughts. Please only post if youre going to take this seriously.))

Lucifer smiled looking out of the window of the luxurious penthouse apartment located in Los Angeles. The City of Angels...how ironic a name considering the purpose of Lucifers presence. The door to the bedroom opened and a man stepped out. He was gorgeous, well built and leanly muscled with olive skin and hazel eyes. His lips were full and kissable and his hazel eyes smolder with lust as he approached. He stood behind Lucifer and smiled. "Come back to bed love." he said in a deep voice that would send tremors down any man or womans spine. Lucifer turned to look at him and smiled touching the side of his face. "Sorry love....but I no longer have any use of you....burn in hell."

His eyes shone with fear as Lucifer leaned in and bestowed and single kiss on him. The man burst into flames and Lucifer headed for the bedroom. Standing in the mirror Lucifer gave a smile and picked up a brush. It was time to go out on the town and find yet another soul to burn. While her brother also known as Lucifer had to stay in the pits of Hell his double had all the freedom to play. And play she did. I mean who would expect that the Devil was indeed a girl.

Luce, as she preferred to be called, along with her brother had been angels once. Near identical except for a few minor difference and thier beauty and talent was reknowned. And why shouldn it be. Luce's skin was the color of artisan made milk chocolate and devoid of any imperfection. Her face was that of child like innocence with a soft full mouth and large eyes rimmed in thick dark lashes. Her eyes themselves where a violet that verged on burgundy. She was slenderly built but didnt lack for curves and her bust was a 32C. Shd was a mere 5'4 in height and weighed about 105 pounds. Her hair was raven black hued with purples blues and evn silvers so that it shimmered like dark water. She had a singing voice that could make even angels weep. And she had been happy in heaven....until her brother had fucked it all up.

She lamented her descent in to Hell and she despised God for punishing her for the sins of her Brother. So she lived in between, far from Heaven and Hell. Sometimes she caused mischief and sometimes good...but it all hinged on her mood. She had adapted her Heaveny singing to rock music and did pretty well as a musician. So she could afford the luxuries. But the one thing she wanted could not be brought. And that was a companion worth keeping.

She slid into her slinky black leather mini dress and Demonia boots brushing her hair and pinning it up with a dragon pin so it fell over her left eye and shoulder. Fixing her makeup so thather dark eyes looked even darker she smiled. Grabbing her keys she stepped over the pile if ashes on the floor. Tossing the door open she got ready to head in to the night. If she couldnt find a man worth her time in Heaven or Hell maybe there would be one on Earth.
 
John Barker

((Sorry you went offline after I sent a PM. If you already have someone to rp with ill just delete this one))

John Barker stood in front of the mirror looking at his reflection. He'd just broken up from a long term relationship and this would be the first night out on the town since. For two years he and his ex-girlfriend had been planning their future together when all of a sudden, she dumped him for another man. Worst of all that man was his best friend. Ex-best friend.

He'd been moping around for six months before his other friends encouraged him to move on. His recent depression was starting to take its toll and he decided that it was time to put himself back on the market.

John stood at a nice 6'5" with short dark brown hair and hazel eyes. After his recent break up he'd been frequently visiting the gym and where his previously average body once stood, was instead a toned, fit and muscular frame that he hoped would be enough to attract the right attention.

Putting on a light blue shirt and a clean pair of black jeans he ruffled up his sleeves pulling them to his elbows and made sure his top button was undone. He used gel to shape his hair into fashionable style and sprayed an adequate amount of deodorant. He made sure his face was clean shaven and popped a breath mint in his mouth for good measure.

John took one last look in the mirror satisfied with what he saw. He utilised a cab to transport him to the new club that his friends had recommended. Hellfire. It was a relatively new club but he was assured that it was full of 'fresh meat ripe for the taking'. In truth John wasn't feeling particularly confident but at least he was getting out of the house.

Upon arrival his senses were assaulted by the loud music and bright lights. It had been a long time since he'd been to a club, but he felt his instinct take over his actions and he went straight to the bar. He ordered a shot of vodka followed by a glass of his favoured beer. With an elbow resting on the counter he looked around appraising the various females dancing around him.
 
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Luce sighed shaking her head so that her main of black curls fell across her neck and shoulder. With her usually ease she strode into the club. The pounding beat filled her body. The lights and the pounding music automatically set her mind at ease. The scent of sin was strong in the air and a lazy smile crept across her face. She strode through the crowds aware of all the eyes on her. Her hips swayed with grace as she wound her way towards the bar.

Reaching the bar she leaned against the counter. Resting her midriff against the counter and her forearms. Motioning the bartender over with a crook of her finger she wound his tie around her fingers. Pulling him to het she whispered her drink order into his ear. Letting him go the stunned male turned to make her drink. Luce chuckled quietly to herself. The man brought her back her drink and taking her glass in hand she turned leaning her back against the bar. Her hair shimmered in the pulsing light. Tapping her fingers against her thigh she wondered if this night would turn out to be an interesting one.
 
John Barker

John spotted a few girls that got his blood pumping their hips swayed seductively to the music and their bodies invited so much more. He was about to approach one when the most stunning beauty he'd ever laid eyes upon approached. She exuberated an air of confidence that outmatched any of her rivals and the way her dress hugged the curves of her body left very little to the imagination. The combination of her enticing clothing and knee high boots showed off the sensual length of her legs giving her a dangerously sexy attractiveness that he could not turn away from. Her hips swayed with purposeful meaning keeping his attention well within her grasp.

She approached the bar and pulled the barman close whispering something in his ear, the act seemed so simple yet John could almost imagine what the barkeep was thinking. When the barkeep returned with the drink she casually looked out upon the crowd.

Though he couldn't explain it, John felt the undeniable urge to converse with his woman, he wasn't sure whether it was pure lust or maybe even morbid curiousity but like an observer to an impending car crash his body walked him over to the woman of his desire. Being in much closer proximity gave him the opportunity to appraise her further. Her dark eyes displayed open curiosity and her mouth formed a devilish smile.

"Hi there, do you mind if I take this seat?" he asked her confidently. John knew it wasn't the best line ever but something about her humbled him, a part of him didn't think she would be interested in a cheesy pick up line.
 
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Lucifer smiled warmly arching her slender brows at the male that approached her. Tilting her head lightly to the side she gave him the once over her eyes flashing between purple and red in the club light. "Please do." Luce said her voice soft yet slightly sultry. Reaching up she flicked her hair from her shoulder. Turning so she faced him she crossed her legs her fooot bouncing slightly. The buckles made a soft jingling sound that was swallowed up by the other noise.

She smiled waving a dismissive hand at the club around them. "So what brings you to a place like this?" she said with a light laugh. Even with all the noise she never had to raise her voice above a normal tone to be heard. Just one of the perks of being her. She took a sip of her drink, licking her lips lightly before setting it back down on the counter. He was a handsome guy, a mustin any of her playthings. Watching him lazily she couldnt help but be amused. Perhaps this night wouldnt be such a bore after all.
 
John Barker

Her voice purred to him like silk running across bare skin. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint and her lips pushed his imagination to the limit and beyond. The shift of her legs lifted her skirt ever so slightly up her thigh, the effect teased his arousal.

John gulped down another sip of his beer to calm his nerves and sat in the unoccupied seat opposite her. When she casually asked him his reason for attendance he poured every ounce of self-confidence in his voice.

"I heard this place was the new thing, I needed to check it out, how about you?" he asked with a slight smirk.
 
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"I'm here for the atmosphere... There's just something so enticing...about all this chaos." she said with a lopsided grin. She gazed out over the dancefloor again. It was true. Every wicked act, every indiscretion commited in the dark... She could feel it in her body like a gentle caress. Picking up her drink she took another swallow. Resting her glass and her arm on the table she gently brushed her fingers against his.

Her eyes burned with hidden temptations. Suddenly she hopped off the stoll her boot heels clicking on the floor. She beckoned him with a curve of her fingers. "Lets dance."
 
The way she surveyed the room likened a predator searching out for helpless prey. The gentle brush of her hands over his sent an shock through his body radiating down his spine. Her eyes burned into his, looking deep into his soul.

His mind and body were transfixed and it took him a very long second to even register her request. John quickly complied, jumping out of his seat but not before taking one last sip of his beer. There would be no more need of liquid courage tonight. He followed her onto the dance floor like a puppy to its master.
 
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She smiled and wound through the crowd. She glanced over her shoulder at him. They broke freeo the crowds finding a spot on the floor. Luce closed her eyes for a moment swaying from side to side. The next song bubbled out from the speakers and she opened her eyes. It was a fast pulsing club beat but her body moved instinctively. She moved to the music her hios winding and swaying. She laughed lightly holding out her hand to him. "Come on! Dont be shy come dance with me."
 
She expertly navigated their way through the busy dance floor. John kept close so as not to lose her in the chaos around them. When they reached a clearing in the on the floor, she stopped and swayed to the music. It was a slow, sensual beat, the movements of her body matched the music perfectly.

The next song had a much increased tempo. John felt the bass of the music beating on his heart like a drum. Her bodily movements sped up and she invited him to join her. John could admit openly that he wasn't the best on the dance floor but with the way she was enticing him with her body there would be no way to deny her request.

At first he remained at her side, his feet and body moving in time to the beat. He kept his hands intertwined with hers and paid close attention to her cues. As the song progressed, he became more bold and drifted closer allowing her body to rub against his own. The close proximity of her presence perked his arousal and he felt the beginnings of such straining against his tight jeans.
 
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She smiled as he slowly loosened up and started to dance with her. She turned so she was facing him and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. His arousal sent soft currents rippling down her blody. Pressing her body into him she ground her hips against his. Her eyes never peft his as she co tinued to dance. Letting her arms fall she turned her back to him. She kept dancing the rounds of her ass vrushing lightly against him everynow and again as she moved.
 
When she turned to face him and placed her arms around him, his own arms instinctively wrapped around her waist. John moved hands from her hips around and placed them squarely on her lower back, moving with the beat, he dipped his head slightly with his nose barely touching the tip of ear. John took in a deep breath of her intoxicating scent, the aroma sent chills through his body centering on his groin. Her body pressed against his and he felt her lower half grinding against his hardening rod still within the confines of his jeans.

Just when he thought her body could tease him no more, she turned and purposefully pressed her shapely bottom against his strained erection. His hands grasped the side of her hips gently and slowly roamed their way upward, her dress lifted ever so slightly but he made sure her modesty wasn't completely lost. His playful fingers lingered on her taut stomach tracing small circles before slowly journeying further north. With deft accuracy he cupped her two perfect mounds of flesh briefly before returning back down across her stomach and hips again.
 
Luce turned around again. She leaned in to him. "I like how it feels when you touch me." she purred seductively. Over his shoulder she glanced up at the lights. The pulsing white lights suddenly dimmed and the room was plunged into dim purple. Pressing close she slid a hand into the space between them. Her palm flattened over the bulge in his pants and she gently squeezed hos hardening length. Mischeviously she tasted his neck with the tip of her tounge.
 
John fully appreciated the fiery warmth of her body as she tucked herself snugly in his embrace. She encouraged his touch using words of heated lust. Seizing the opportunity, John slipped his hands from the small of her back to cup her tantalisingly gorgeous butt checks. With a small, yet commanding pressure he pulled her groin into his allowing her to feel the full shape of his confined arousal.

With a teasing a hand between them she placed her warm delicate fingers around his member squeezing gently, the effect of which caused him to stifle a low grunt of pleasure. Before he could register the welcome sensations, he felt the her warm breath on his neck followed by the moist sensual lick of her tongue.

One by one the barriers of the past were being broken. This woman. This mystery knew his every weak spot and every flaw. His heart raced with desire and his breath quickened. John leaned forward again taking another whiff of her addictive pheromones as he moved his lips close and whispered in her ear.

"You smell incredible." he began. Then he deftly grasped her ear lobe between his lips and sucked gently, his tongue lapped at her trapped ear lobe as he teased her. Continuing with the flow he trailed his tongue downward stopping at the spot where her shoulder met her neck. He gave her a small gentle bite hoping to elicit the desired response. His tongue made the long drawn out journey back up her neck and his mouth settled over her ears again.

"And you taste even better." he whispered hotly.
 
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She traced her fingers over his bulge her free hand rising to play in his hair. She purred the lust inthe air almost palpable. His tounge trailing over her skin made her shiver. She tossed her hair over her shoulder her fingers gripping his shoulder. Her ear and neck were to of her sensitive spots and she uttered a soft moan. Her slender finger made there way up to his waistband. Uer dingers dipped down into his pants and she cradled his heated hardness in her hand. She gripped him in her hand slowly stroking his length as she tasted his neck again. Her hot toung trailed against the side of his neck and she nipped him lightly.
 
John Barker

John took in a short sharp breath of air as her soft warm hand enclosed his manhood. Her gentle strokes eased some of the building pressure but they also gave way to much greater desires. He longed to free himself completely and give her full access. Alas, on the dance floor, such an action would most likely be considered highly inappropriate. John closed his eyes as her mouth latched onto his neck, he used what remained of his concentration to remain standing and maintain the pretense of dancing.

His whole world revolved around her hand and mouth, the dance floor and those around them seemed like distant dream as she played with his body like a puppeteer. The agonising slow tease of his solid member was not enough to bring him to climax, yet enough to keep him on the edge. John needed to regain some semblance of control, with a deeper breath he managed to refocus his mind on the enigmatic vixen holding him hostage.

John resumed his light gentle kisses down her neck. Leaning over slightly and careful not to interrupt her busy hand, he kissed down and along her collar bone, upon reaching the center and front of her neck he slowly journey southward toward the magnificent valley of her cleavage. He feverishly planted a multitude of passion driven kisses along the tops of her breasts. Her taste and scent spurred him on.

John brought his hands down the sides of her thighs stroking gently at first. On his next up stroke he purposefully allowed his roaming fingers to slip underneath her short skirt. First he grasped her firm backside massaging her through the thin underwear. Feeling more daring he guided his hands toward the front of her pelvis to gently cup her mound. He discovered the moistness of her arousal had already soaked the front of her panties and his mouth formed a smile. Using his middle finger he stroked her middle through the flimsy material at the same pace she teased him.
 
Her gentle hands manipulated his hot flesh as she kissed his neck. She concetrated every ounce of her skill manipulating lust. The feeling of his hands roughly grasping her made her moan slightly. She trembled as his hands slipped between her legs. She leaned her head up moaning softly in his ear. The feel of his middle finger pressed to the moist heat of her core made her squirm slightly.

She drew her hand from his pants and grabbed his hand. Without a word she led him through thecrowds and out a door. They emerged in the parking lot behind the club. Lucifer breathed in the cresh night air and turned to smile at him. "Should we go to my place so we can...get to knoweach other a little better?" she said in a soft purr.
 
John Barker

Her soft moan in his ear sung deep within his very soul. Like an unwitting sailor caught by an entrancing siren, this woman, with her unmatched beauty and masterful touch sucked him deeper into a lustful world of blissful pleasure.

The departure of her hand on his over sensitive member left him cold. Before he could protest John found himself being dragged out of the club and into the cold night air. With her persuasive tongue she asked him to accompany her back to her residence for further exploration.

In the deep recesses of his mind a small quiet voice warned him of a hidden danger. It was so small and insignificant John ignored it completely and hailed the next cab passing by. When it arrived they hopped in and the driver waited for her to give him the address
 
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Lucifer leaned forward and murmured a few word to the driver. The man nodded and the procceded to slide the privacy partition shut. His eyes were glassed over and he was running on autopilot. After dropping them off he would remember no more than taking home a family. Turning back to her company she smiled.

Reaching out she pulled him close by the front of his shirt. Her hot mouth sought his and found it. Her tounge slipping deftly into his mouth to coil with and tease his tounge. Her reddish violet eyes shone with a burning lust as she kissed him. Her finger roamed under his shirt testing and teasing the firm muscles. Slipping a hand fom under her short she freed her hair from its clipp sendong it spilling down around her body and shoulder in a dark silken wave.
 
John Barker

John admired her womanly curves as she leaned forward to speak to the driver. His hand reached out and gently caressed her generous backside before she sat back down.

With another sinister smile she pulled him close into a strong passionate kiss. Even though the alcohol had already left his system he still felt the effects of intoxication, it was as if this woman was now his drug. His poison.

With their tongues intertwined, they began the dance of passion; licking, sucking and biting. In truth John had never been with such an assertive and confident woman. Her very presence radiated intense sexuality that he could not resist. In the past he believed he had mastered the art of tongue warfare, yet this mystery woman was still teaching him a few new tricks.

John, not wanting to be outdone tried to take more control of the kiss. He placed his right hand purposefully on the side of her check. The heat from her skin near burned him but the lust he felt deep inside spurred him on. He guided her face moving it to the side and pulling her closer toward him. His tongue lapped across her own forcefully in a vain attempt to tame her animal like passion.

He felt her hand move up his shirt and her fingernails rake across the firm muscles in his chest, the action cause his skin to erupt with goose pimples all over his body. She reached back and loosened her hair, the untamed wave of midnight black cascaded from its confines and hung loosely at the sides of her face. He caught another whiff of her strong feminine scent hiding under her silky hair.

As their mouths worked, John's right hand snaked its way from her hip to cup one of her rounded breasts through the thin material of her dress he felt the erect bud of her nipple which he gladly tweaked between his thumb and forefinger.

Not forgetting his previous task from the night club, John dropped his other hand from the side of her face and reached between her thighs. After a few light strokes on the outside of her sopping panties his fingers pulled the flimsy material to the side. Using his two index fingers John gently parted the wet folds of her womanhood and with his middle finger he slowly stroked up and down the length of her slit. After teasing her for an appropriate amount of time he settled his finger at the top of her dripping sex to find her bud of pleasure. With slow gentle strokes his finger massaged the clit slowly building her toward a possible climax.
 
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Lucifer resisted a smile as he tried to claim victory over her tongue. Leaning slightly back she drew his tongue slowly towards her. With a sudden movement she caught his lounge gingerly between her teeth. She held in for a moment before releasing it with a smile.

Her head lowered and she trailed the tip of her tongue down the side of his throat. Pulling him close she pressed a trail of bites and kisses down his throat. She gently puzzled her nose against the dip of his neck. Her hot tounge swirled little patterns and designs against his salty flesh.

She moaned low and soft against his throat. Tossing her head she reveled in the pleasure of his bold caress. His fingers probed her soft wetness and she moaned softly into his early. She slid her hand intochis pants again. Her warm fingers stroking him bolday before fluttering to tease and circle his tip. She worked him gently moaning and murmuring softly into hi ear as she dug her nails into the soft flesh of his shoulder.
 
Her tongue and mouth played with the sensitive erogenous zones along his neck. His breathing rapidly increased and his skin felt like it was a blaze. Her mouth hummed in appreciation of his finger play which sent shivers of pleasure around his body.

As her hand found its way back to his swollen member he grumbled in anticipation. Her soft delicate fingers wrapped themselves around him again and began their slowing teasing strokes. Using one of her fingers, she traced small circles around the moistened head of his hardened rod. John couldn't help but grunt louder in response as her fingers worked his instrument so skillfully.

His own fingers desperately stroked her drenched womanhood in a vain attempt to distract her. John had no intention of releasing early; the night was still young and he wanted to luxuriate in this woman's company for a much greater time. Luckily for him the cab came to a sudden stop announcing they'd arrived at their destination.

The cab driver opened the privacy screen and quoted the fare. John readjusted his clothing quickly and reached for his wallet. He handed over a generous amount, informing him to keep the change. The driver seemed unphased by the ridiculous tip and awaited their departure.

John looked up at the towering apartment block in front of him. It would have to have been the most expensive and extravagant building on the block. Who was this woman that she lived in such a place? His wonder was replaced by unbridled lust again as he looked back into her alluring hazel eyes.
 
Luce led him from the taxi taking his hand in her own. She guided him into the buildings lobby across the wide expanse of marble floor that so many men had crossed before. She led the way towards the elevator. As the door opened she pulled him inside and pressed the button for the thirteenth floor. The elevator rose quickly and when the door opened she stepped out unlocking her apartment dpor and stepping inside.

The lights bloomed into existence and she smiled. Her apartment was large and lavish and everything was lavishly decorated in black and deep reds. Her living room was dominated by a largr picture window and large sofa sat in front of it. The sofa was black and covered in an array of fluffy red pillows. She backed him up into the couch making him sit down. She straddled his lap. Leaning her head down she smiled kissing him lightly.
 
John Barker

John was amazed by the extravagant design and architecture of the building he'd been brought to. He would bet, that even the small coffee table in the lobby cost more than the brand new car he recently purchased. At first he assumed that she lived in one of the single apartments but when they stepped into the elevator and she pressed floor thirteen; the top floor, he could barely contain his shock.

Who was this woman to be able to afford such an obviously expensive living standard? An actor that he didn't know of? Perhaps the head of a multi-million dollar corporation? It mattered less as he looked back at her playfully erotic eyes.

When they arrived at her apartment, or the penthouse, as it would be known, what didn't surprise him was the unstinting design of the room. Every piece of furniture was probably worth more than he could hope to earn in a lifetime.

She wasted no time and guided him to the nearby couch. She planted him firmly on the seat and straddled him to resume their unfinished business. By now, John had become accustom to the taste and feel of her lips on his own and he settled into a steady rhythm. Without the distraction of others watching he no longer felt any restraint in removing her clothing, his hands slipped behind her dress to find the tell-tale sign of a zipper mechanism. Without taking his lips away from hers his fingers deftly pulled the zipper down to open the back of her dress. With her bare back exposed, he alternated his finger strokes between her upper and lower back luxuriating the feel of her soft warm skin.

When his fingers and mind were satisfied, he reached down below her skirt hem to lift the item of clothing over her head. John broke their kiss momentarily to stare at the awesome beauty before him.

((I apologise if the clothing your character is wearing isn't exactly as I described. I am not well versed in the details of dresses, hopefully it doesn't ruin the mood ;) ))
 
Lucifer smiled to herself as she sensed his surprise at seeing her home. Well one of her homes. Still her mouth on his quelled anymore thought along that line. She let her fingers roam freely ovwr his skin trailing briefly up his arms toh his neck and collarbone. Each gentle caress a whisper of seduction. She drew patterns on his heated flesh with her fingertips.

She didnt break her seemingly mindless tracing of his skin as he unzipped and unbucklex the back of her dress. The cool air of her apartments AC tickled over her skin and carried with it the familiar orchid scent that spread through her whole house. His fingers played over the smooth sking of her back and spine and she moaned tossing her head slightly. Her bodh tenzed bbefore shivering with pleasure. The area beetween her shoulders and down the center of her back to herwhole lower back were the most severely sensitive and just his feather light strokes stirred her lust into an inferno.

He slipped her dress off of her body. As her dress slid over her head and fell to the floor her hair cascaded back down around her like a cloud of dark silk. A few lock of hair fell in her eyes and she made a soft mewling sound. Her red violet eyes shimmered with pure unbridaled lust. Still her fingers moved slowly and precisely as she unbuttoned his shirt. Her gaze still holding his she removed his shirt dropping it to the couch beside them. She slowly ran her fingertips along the planes of his shoulders then over his chest as she admired his bared torso. Lowering her head tohis neck she trailes feather light kisses down his neck and to his shoulder. Then using her slick hot tounge she trailed her way down his chest and abdomen. Her tounge darted and stroked and zwirled across his skin.
 
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