Wisp of Temptation (closed for Ravenloft)

[lil_abbygirl]

Amber put her wine glass down on the table and rested her hand on Cara's knee for a moment before sliding it up her thigh towards the hem of her short skirt. Sylvia leaned against the wine bottle, holding her nearly transparent form, which resembled a wisp of mist while casually picking at a corner of the bottom of the label. She could sense that Cara was starting to lose her nerve, but she wanted to let this play out before giving her a little nudge. All the same, she flew over and hovered by Cara's shoulder in anticipation. Cara's hand moved to Amber's halting its progress. "Amber, this might have been a mistake," Cara said softly with her eyes on the floor.

Amber cradled Cara's cheek in her other hand reassuringly, lifting it to look in her eyes. "I won't pressure you to do anything Cara," the woman replied.

Sylvia knew that it was time to act. She felt weak and wouldn't let this fall apart so close to the end. "Look at the desire in her eyes Cara," Sylvia whispered. Cara was trying to ignore the voice that seemed to be merely a delusion of her own mind. "She came here for you. She wants you. I know how she makes you feel. You've longed for her touch, lusted after her. You've touched yourself imagining what this moment would be like. She is right there for you. Take her."

Cara took a deep breath, leaned forward and closed her eyes, kissing the other woman gently on the lips, and then again and again, each kiss more passionate than the last as she gave in to her desires. Sylvia gritted her teeth as the first wave of energy passed through her body causing it to shudder. "Yes," she muttered. This was the moment that every Eron thirsted for. It was intoxicating. When a human gave in to their desire it produced an intense rush that quickly rejuvenates the 6-inch tall, fairy-like creatures. The most skilled Erons know how to cultivate that desire, let it linger and ripen so that when the human ultimately gave in, that rush came in waves that could last for hours or even days.

Sylvia smiled. Cara had certainly been ripe, and that kiss was all the invitation Amber needed to continue her hand's ascent. The surge of energy that rocked Sylvia as Amber's fingers found their mark, deftly gliding along Cara's wet slit was surprisingly strong, punctuated by the loud gasp of pleasure that escaped Cara's lips. She ran her tiny fingers through Cara's dark, wavy hair and clutched it to brace herself. Cara's hesitation was gone and her fingers were exploring Amber's body, touching another woman for the first time. Sylvia feasted on the energy, her tiny body shaking and thrashing with each new wave.

The women moved quickly, their tongues entwined, fingers letting loose buttons, pulling clothes off each other's bodies. Cara squirmed on the couch as Amber began to kiss her way down her body. Sylvia felt Cara's desire swell. Amber lingered at her breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples with her tongue before making her way down to Cara's shaved pussy. She paused for a moment, a moment that made Cara's desire crest until she called out, "Oh fuck Amber, eat me!"

The strongest wave rushed over Sylvia and she found her own hand pressed between her legs as she watched the women, overcome by the energy, feeling her own orgasm building, enjoying the fruits of a month's work. She knew once this was over, she would need to find another human to tempt, but for now she just leaned back and enjoyed.

 

[Ravenloft]

Eli walked past the hotel room containing the trio of women, whistling the theme song to his favorite anime as he went to the elevator to make his way down to the convention being held on the first and second floors. He was ready to meet his favorite voice actress, Landrea Aibman. He loved her because she was so quirky and always seemed to have a different take on things in her current show than the rest of the characters.

He stopped just beyond the door, thinking he heard something. He listened for a moment then shook his head and went on down, leaving a trail of innocence in his wake as he went back to whistling the theme song to the show Landrea co starred in. He was 20 now and still loved the show, not wanting to give it up just yet, but knew better than to let anyone other than the select few he went to conventions with know that he loved it know that he did.

He got off the elevator and immediately got in line to meet Landrea, ignoring the beautiful group of belly dancing girls to his left as he stood in line, his palms sweating as he waited.
He was not unattractive, being bean pole skinny, but he was not fasionable either, wearing the clashing colored shirts and buttons of his favorite games and shows.

The closest he'd ever come to sex was another Dr Who fan that he almost kissed when she cosplayed as Amy and he was cosplaying on stage as the Roman Soldier version of Rory. He got too nervous to do it though and got a nose bleed before he could kiss her and all but ensure first place in the costume contest. That was three years ago.

He loved Harry Potter and Radcliff, so this year he was dressed as Ig Parish from Daniels newest movie, Horns. No one even remotely knew who he was, mistaking him for Tumnus, the faun from Narnia most of the time. "No, I don't have goat hoves, damn it!" was his only reply as he would walk away, annoyed more than angry.

 

[lil_abbygirl]

Sylvia settled in to a perch atop one of the colorful displays, a vantage point that was ideal for the hunt for a new host while also prominently displaying her as part of the customary mating ritual. The quality of her harvest enhanced her feminine form causing her breasts and hips to swell, a temporary effect that signaled to other Erons her strength in courtship. Her traditional gossamer robe only accentuated the curve of her body.

She had sacrificed a good deal of prestige in the last cycle. She had gone entirely uncourted and as a result faced criticism for how long it had taken to harvest Cara's desire, but it had all been worth it and now she would reap the rewards of her patience. A strong courtship, or two, or three... would propel her up the social hierarchy. She smiled at the thought of courtship and not just for the prestige. Oh, she had missed it.

She turned her attention to the floor where a reasonable crowd was beginning to form. Humans were odd creatures. They would spend hours to dress up as a fictional character, but deny their own fundamental desires, a core piece of their being and individuality. Sylvia liked hunting at sci-fi, comic book and fantasy conventions, as they provided such fertile ground. In her experience, the people that attended such events typically had very active imaginations and used these fictional worlds of fantasy to hide their own desires. The combination could result in a rather powerful experience if handled properly.

The crowd today had a number of interesting candidates. It was impossible to know the true potential of a host until she had tapped into their dreams, but she had become quite perceptive and could get a good read from afar. There was no need to act hastily however. She had earned the right to be patient. Besides, she would need to accept a courtship before taking another host.

"My god. Look at you," came a familiar masculine voice from behind her.

She turned and smiled back at the male Eron. "I had a live one last night Tapper." She stared at him with a mischievous glint in her emerald green eyes. "You on the other hand, look as though you're starving. You don't expect me to accept your courtship looking like that, do you?"

"Just being patient and waiting for the right host," her friend replied.

Sylvia pushed her dark hair from her eyes. "You're too picky. They can all be the right host with just the right amount of grooming."

"If that's the case, why don't we have a little wager? By the end of the day today, I will chose a host for each of us. Whoever comes out stronger by the end of the cycle, takes the other as thrall for the next cycle."

Sylvia's eyes narrowed as she twirled a lock of hair behind her ear. "Don't you think I'm putting more stake than you." She smiled at him. "I guess you had to do something to give yourself a fighting chance at winning. How will you tell me who my host will be?"

Tapper started to laugh looking past Sylvia. "No need to wait," he said through fits of laughter. "He just walked in."

Sylvia turned and immediately saw the spindly man. "Are you serious?" she said, stifling her own laugh. "Goat boy? Is he supposed to be the thing from Narnia?"

"You need to keep up on popular culture my friend, or I guess in this case not so popular culture as the case may be. I believe he is supposed to be a character from some film called Horns."

 

[Ravenloft]

While he waited in line to meet Landrea, Eli felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. It felt like he was being watched. He looked around but only saw the hustle and bustle of the convention push its way around him. Still, he just couldn't shake that feeling. It was making him feel extra nervous, his palms began to sweat, smudging the cover of the comic book he wanted Landrea to sign for him.

Noticing the smudged up cover just as he was about to have his turn with her he groaned in frustration. "Next!" They called him up. He fawltered for a moment before stepping up to her. "Hello Miss Aibman, I love your work!" He said, hiding the messed up issue behind his back. "I... I..." He stammered, looking up into her pretty, yet slightly tired eyes. She smiled sweetly, like she had all day. "Hi there..." She replied, using her voice from the show, waiting for a name.

"Eli, um, Elijah Quinn." He answered, barely containing his thrill over her voice. "Elijah Quinn, I like your name, sorta sounds like Equine." She pointed out with a winning smile. "Thats funny, I like to sign my art E. Quinn, actually..." He was about to point her toward his deviant art page, but remembered the several more... Adult drawings he'd done of her character.

"That's qute! Got something for me to sign?" She asked, politely changing the subject, feeling the pressure of another three hours of signing hundreds of fans books and shirts and stuff.

"I, um... I do, but its... I sort of messed it up..." He said with a sad sigh, showing her the comic with its smeared cover. "Oh, thats no problem, here, let me trade you! You take this one and I'll take that one!" She grabbed one of the many issues up for offer at her table. "To E. Quinn... From Purple Plum... AKA Landy A." She said in her characters voice as she wrote across the inside cover. "There you go, Elijah! Thanks for coming to see me!"She added, standing up, handing him the brand new issue and offering him a quick hug.

Eli held his breath through the short little hug, giving her a strained thank you before he stepped out of line in a daze. He found a table to sit at and leafed through his free issue. "Free?" He said to himself. "Wait, wasn't she supposed to charge me for this?" He hadn't even thought about it until now. "I should go back around and pay her for this..." He thought aloud.

 

[lil_abbygirl]

Sylvia rose to her feet, legs trembling, her soft pale skin glistening with sweat. Strands of her hair clung to her neck and cheek and she brushed them aside delicately with her hand. "Mattais," she said softly as she tried to regain her breath.

A broad shouldered male Eron approached her and sank down to his knees. Even on his knees the much taller Eron's eye level approached her collar bone. "Sylvia," he said, his own voice shaking with exhaustion. She stared down into his bright blue eyes, waiting patiently for him to continue the rites. "You honored me by accepting my courtship and you showed me strength. For the duration of this, the sixteenth cycle of Father Caleb, I join your court of thralls. My court becomes your court."

"Your strength is honorable Mattais," she said, still trying to compose herself. "Now rise." She offered her hand and helped him to his feet before hovering slightly to give him a soft kiss on the lips. "Now go, find a host and may your harvest be plentiful." He bowed his head to her before flying off.

Sylvia searched for her robe seeing that it had fallen atop a stack of comic books below. She flew down quickly and as she slid on the robe, she recognized the smeared ink of the comic her host had carried earlier. He had certainly been nervous to meet the woman, but it hadn't been a lustful nervousness more a pure bashfulness. She glanced down at the characters on the cover, remembering the fake voice she had used. Tapper flew down beside her, "So when was the last time you conjured yourself as a cartoon?" he teased giving her robe a playful tug. She had to admit, she was beginning to regret her wager, but she had seen something in his eye when he spoke of his art. It was subtle, but he had certainly held something back before flashing a hint of embarrassment. It had been the only clue he had given that there might be more to him then that Father forsaken innocence.

"Shouldn't you be worried about your own host rather than following and mocking mine?" she replied with a smile.

"But mocking yours is so much more fun. Besides, I wouldn't want him to get lost on you. You've been a busy girl. First Tiana then Mattais. By the way, Tiana never stood a chance but I thought Mattais had you. You pulled that one out of your..."

"Never mind that," she cut in. Erons were allowed to watch courtships, bit it had become creepy how frequently Tapper seemed to watch hers. "Do you know where Eli is now?"

"Haven't seen him in a bit. I sure he's around somewhere."

Sylvia flew up, flying in a spiral around the hall until she spotted him. She would need to learn a more about him before night fell. In that respect, Tapper had been right. She did, however, have something to work with as limited as it might me. She would be able to begin coaxing his desires from him, and once she had those, she would get him him to act.

 

[Ravenloft]

Eli tried to get back in line but the convention volunteers stopped him, the line was cut off for the night five minutes ago. There was always tomorrow, or the next day to pay her for her generosity. He decided to go back to the table he was sitting at and draw a little before the next event started. The con guide called it a fantasy burlesque show and anything with cosplay was alright by him.

Without much thought Eli started to draw what looked like a fairy creature, not knowing that on some level he was drawing the invisible Sylvia who was watching him. He couldn't see her, of course, but he was such an open soul that on some level he channeled her image down on paper whether he knew it or not.

Half way through, he leaned back in his seat and starred at the image he was drawing. She seemed delicate yet commanding, holding her tiny chin up high with her slender hands on her full hips and the swell of her perky little breasts stood just as proudly through her robes as her chin did.

"What should I call her?" He wondered aloud, thinking as he chewed on the end of his pencil.

 

[lil_abbygirl]

Sylvia grinned at the sight of Eli drawing and began to fly closer to get a better look. She knew that his art would be the way to start unlocking his desires. She felt a bit of excitement come over her as she approached. It was rare that she had no idea what to expect from a person, not even the faintest hint. She couldn't be surprised. One needed to hold an expectation to be surprised. When she first started to make out the figure, she was disappointed. It was a fairly standard picture of a woman, naked or scantily clad, but there was nothing that gave her any insight. She rolled her eyes, wondering if she had overestimated what she had seen earlier, so desperate to believe that there was something there for her to use.

As she approached, she looked at the image again, this time letting out an audible gasp. "No," she muttered staring at the image. "It can't be." The closer she got, the more clear it was; the long dark hair, the facial features, the barely visible wings, the style of robe. The picture was of her. "Father help me," she said quietly. "How is this possible?"

She sat down on the table, staring in disbelief, invisible to him. She knew that she was invisible to him. Even if he had caught sight of her, the image would have been fleeting and couldn't have possibly been so detailed. She stared up at him as he leaned back and chewed at the end of his pencil. His eyes stared down at the picture. It didn't seem to Sylvia that there was any lust, just an innocent creativity. Then he spoke, clearly to himself as there was no one else close enough to hear. "What should I call her?"

Sylvia rarely made contact with a potential host before entering his dreams. She had found the results to be unpredictable. The dreams were where she could touch his mind and start to gain control, lead him to where he needed to go. Contact before then, usually just made things harder, but in this case, she couldn't resist. She rose up and flew behind his ear and whispered, "Her name is Sylvia."

 

[Ravenloft]

"Sylvia?" He threw out, no knowing it was a supernatural suggestion whispered in his ear. He grinned slowly as the memory of an old movie sprung to mind and he began drawing the name in an elaborate and stylized manner while humming a tune to himself, picturing this Sylvia sort of crawl-dancing toward him just like in the movie.

After a moment, he started to quietly sing to himself. "Sylvia... How do you call your lover-boy? And if he doesn't answer? And if he STILL doesn't answer?" Dew dew dew dewt deww dew LEWT dew dew dew!" He grew a little louder as he went along. "Baby, oh baby. My sweet baby, you're the one!"

He noticed a couple people in line starting to look at him funny so he stopped and casually ran his fingers through his hair and leaned back in his seat again, looking the other way, pretending they didn't catch him being goofy. Once the coast was clear and they had moved up in line he glanced back to make sure they weren't looking anymore and finished up drawing in the name before slipping it back into his folder.

It wasn't until then that Eli noticed the discomfort of his woody and shifted in his seat so that it didn't hurt so much. He looked around, his cheeks slightly red, but no one was paying attention to him anymore, so he sighed and decided to wait for it to subside before he would get up and head for the line to the 'fantasy burlesque'.

"God, I'm going to be miserable tonight..." He whispered to himself as he started to think maybe going to see a bunch of nearly naked girls dancing on stage in comic book costumes would just leave him even more turned on and frustrated for not having anyone in his hotel room with him. "I guess I could always just jerk off before bed..." He sighed as he got up, he'd already paid for the tickets to the event, it would be a waste to skip it now.


OOC - Love is Strange The song and movie her name made him think of.

 

[lil_abbygirl]

Sylvia looked on in astonishment as Eli started to sing. Where did this guy come from? She recognized the song from the fantasies of so many middle aged women, but had never seen it come to mind so quickly for a man of his age. She did however, notice his arousal. It couldn't be the song or movie. Was it the drawing? Could she be doing this to him? She flew down to his lap, pressing her palm against the bulge in his pants and running it up and down, feeling his cock grow and strain against the fabric. Satisfied with her work, she gave it a soft pat and flew back up by his shoulder, watching as he finished writing her name beside the drawing.

She giggled at how he blushed when he finally noticed his own arousal. He hadn't even realized that he was getting hard. "Under the table groping before you even enter his dreams. Isn't it a little early to be getting that desperate?" Making physical contact was effective but also greatly increased the odds of being noticed and was not a tactic to be overused.

Sylvia narrowed her eyes, "Not desperate, just curious." She turned towards Tapper and raised an eyebrow. "You know, if you don't chose your host, I win by default."

Tapper grinned, "I've already chosen. She's right there," he said gesturing to a woman walking toward the line for the show.

"Maleficent?"

Tapper's grin widened. "Not just Maleficent. Slutty Maleficent." Sylvia rolled her eyes. It was quite possibly the skimpiest Maleficent costume she'd ever seen. "I always put my money on a sexy villain at these things. She wants to be so very bad."

Sylvia shook her head. "Subtlety is lost on you. You're so fucking hopeless."

"Sometimes fast and easy is all you need. They don't all have to be a project. Maybe this experience will teach you a valuable lesson. By the way, your horn boy is heading to the burlesque show along with slutty Maleficent. I'd suggest we follow them."

 

[Ravenloft]

Even though his woody had subsided Elijah still felt tingly all over, as if he'd drank an energy drink or two. He got into line behind a girl dressed as Maleficent, a very skimpy Maleficent. Her back was to him so he could not see the way her one piece was cut in a vee all the way down to her navel where it came together and clung to her every curve, showing a hint of camel toe, it was so tight.

His view of her back was just as impressive though, her 'cloak' was little more than figure enhancing shoulder pads that tapered down into a set of long black tails that split just above her ass, showing off the back or her one piece and her long, looong legs. Eli couldn't help but stare, slowly up and down as she stood, shifting from side to side as they waited.

It took the guy behind him nudging him in the back to get him to move. And even then, he went back to being transfixed by the girls legs, when she stepped forward, the way her hips swayed and her perky little butt rippled with each step...

"Hey." The guy behind him whispered with another jab of his finger.

"Sorry, sorry..." Eli managed, his mouth dry and his heart racing as he quickly stepped forward, looking back at the guy behind him. He bumped RIGHT into the girl in front of him.

"Omph!" He grunted upon impact, jostling against her hip with his newly risen woody, catching a whiff of her subtle perfume. "Sorry!" He yelped, wide eyed as he immediately held his notebook over his crotch.

"God, I am so sorry." He spilled out quickly as she turned to face him. He swallowed hard, expecting a slap or for her to call for convention volunteers and get him ejected for sexual harassment.

 

[lil_abbygirl]

"Hey, your boy does have a pulse," Tapper said as he and Sylvia watched the way Eli stared at the Slutty Maleficent. "I'm going in for a closer look." Sylvia continued to watch from a distance. He was by no means the only person to notice the woman, but his stare had lingered well beyond polite admiration. His stare was so long and intent that it even made Sylvia a little uneasy. He was going to need to stop doing things like that.

She stared to fly in a little closer when she noticed Tapper near Eli's shoulder, but before she could get close, Eli took a step forward, right into the woman. She stumbled at being expectedly jostled but caught herself. "What the fuck?" she said in an annoyed but mostly resigned tone, but when she turned to face him, her irritation faded into bemusement. She had clearly been expecting something else, someone else. The look of total embarrassment and panic on Eli's face disarmed her. She rolled her eyes at him. "Pay attention to where you're fucking going," she said before turning around.

Sylvia's eyes followed Tapper as he flew back to where she was. "What the fuck was that?" Sylvia asked, clearly aggravated. Tapper just shrugged. "I don't know what you did, but I have a strong feeling that little accident was your doing."

"He just wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, well maybe was paying too much attention to one surrounding." He smirked, "Even if you do find a strong desire in him, you will need to find a partner for him. I get the feeling that Slutty Maleficent doesn't have high standards but she didn't even take the time to get mad at him. A girl like that always makes a little scene, even if it is just an opportunity for her to pout and draw a little more attention."

Sylvia stared at her friend, knowing that he was quite possibly right. "A girl like that does want attention, but she's smarter than you think. Some girls dress like that because they're desperate, but not her. She's confident. Everyone here is already looking at her and she knows it. She saw the look on his face, knew that it wasn't intentional and diffused the situation before he got kicked out of the place. You are right about one thing though. My boy is going to require some polish."

She flew down beside Eli. She didn't have the luxury of time and couldn't afford to wait until her work was best positioned to take hold. "Tap her gently on the elbow and offer her your signed comic book," she whispered. Sylvia had noticed that she had been turned away from that line earlier and at the very least, the gesture might help him salvage just a bit of his pride.

 

[Ravenloft]

Eli looked down at the cover of his signed comic and then back up at the back of the girls in front of him, getting the idea to give it to her so that she knew he hadn't meant to upset her. He reached out and lightly touched her arm to get her attention, trying not to make a scene. "Excuse me... But you haven't had the chance to meet Landrea and get a signed comic, have you?" He asked, holding his tightly. Part of him didn't want to give it up, but it was about the only thing he could give her to show her how sorry he was for having bumped into her. "Well... You can have mine... If you want." He said, shyly.

 

[lil_abbygirl]

Sylvia watched as he responded to her suggestion and was surprised at how steady his hand appeared as he reached out and touched her arm. All of the interactions she had observed had been beyond awkward. This was far from smooth, but not a disaster. She could work with this. Maleficent turned slightly and looked at him over her shoulder before turning completely to face him as he spoke. His words sounded hurried, as though he wanted to get them all out of his head before he had a chance to reconsider, but in his own way it came off more cute than pathetic.

Maleficent smiled, her bright blue eyes staring into his. "It is very sweet of you to offer," she said reaching out and taking the comic from him. "They closed down the line before I had a chance to meet her and I'm not sure I'll be back tomorrow." She looked at the cover before flipping it open to look at the autograph. She glanced up at Eli with a playful smirk. "So what does the E. stand for Mr. Quinn?"

Sylvia looked up to see Tapper staring in bewilderment. He had undoubtedly expected this to go poorly for Eli, but he had underestimated the woman. It was why he rarely harvested any real strength, just enough to keep himself from the very bottom of the middlings. She wasn't desperate or insecure. She was nuanced and confident. Sylvia smiled up at Tapper, knowing that the idiot would be incapable of harvesting what he could from her. She was under no delusions, Maleficent wouldn't spend a moment more than she needed in order to dispatch Eli politely, but this would help him build his confidence.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Yeah, I noticed that, I was going to get back in line because I think Landrea forgot to charge me for her autograph. I was going to make sure she knew... Oh, I'm sorry to hear that you won't be able to stay for the whole convention, mind if I ask why not? I mean, you have a full four day badge... I'd hate for you to miss out on the rest of the weekend... These things are great!" Eli managed to speak without stumbling over his words, feeling a rush of confidence in himself, now that Maleficent was being actually kind of nice to him.

"Elijah." He answered with a shy smile, looking down and squiggling his foot. "I like your costume." He added, looking back up, into her eyes. "You could be in the show." He pointed out, brightening up as the line started to move forward and they moved with it.

 

[lil_abbygirl]

Maleficent's smile broadened, but Sylvia noticed something dark flash in her eyes. "I have other plans, Elijah," she replied. "But I am hoping to come back for the last day." She opened the comic to the last page and pressed her ruby red lips against the bottom corner, her lipstick leaving an imprint. She admired her work for a moment before closing it and handing it back to him. "I appreciate the gesture Elijah. You're very sweet, but it is not necessary." The crowd buzzed as the doors opened. "I'm Melanie. Maybe I'll see you around." She turned away and followed the line, which was now moving at a steady pace.

"Let her go," Sylvia whispered to Eli, sensing that he might try to follow along like a lost puppy. "You will see her again." Sylvia couldn't be sure of the last part, but wanted to reassure him before he suffered the embarrassment of taking this too far.

"Whew," said Tapper who had flown down beside Sylvia. "She sure knows how to make an exit. Poor kid didn't stand a chance."

Sylvia glared at him. "Do you ever shut up?"

"Nope," his grin widened. "I thought you found my wit endearing."

"If only you weren't witless. When you're my thrall, I'm going to forbid you to speak in my presence."

"You still think you can win?" He furrowed his brow in thought as Sylvia flew off towards the theater. "Well, I'm not going to let you speak either because your mouth is going to be wrapped around my..."

 

[Ravenloft]

"Oh, okay, well... Enjoy!" Elijah offered in reply to Maleficent's broad smile and flashing eyes. He wondered who the lucky guy, oh, or better yet, girl was going to be, smiling shyly to himself over the thought. She was clearly the type of girl that knew what she was doing in bed.

Elijah's eyes went wide and he felt himself starting to spring again as he watched her plant a moist kiss in the back of his comic book. His heart fluttered a little bit too. She even seemed to admire her own work which made Eli laugh nervously, his hands were sweating again.

She handed it back to him and he quickly rubbed his sweaty hand on his pants before taking it from her, surprised that she'd let him have it back, but then what was she going to do with a comic book signed to HIM?

"Melanie..." Eli repeated, under his breath, grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah, yeah, maybe!" He agreed, nodding eagerly but she had already turned around and was heading into the fantasy burlesque show. He opened his mouth to say something but something stopped him, like a little whisper in his ear. He glanced around, but no one was there, other than the big jerk behind him. "Yeah..." He sighed, moving along with the line.

He found a spot and sat down, opening his comic book up to the back page, smiling over the luscious looking kiss mark as he waited for the show to start. the drawing of Sylvia slipped out and landed in his lap. "Oh, hello Sylvia!" He whispered, picking up the drawing, pretending to kiss it on the lips before giggling to himself. He felt great, he hadn't felt this awesome since he got to sing a short filk song he wrote for Marina Sertis at a star trek convention three years ago.

 

[lil_abbygirl]

A dozen or so Erons darted about the theater watching the audience, which was live with anticipation. Most chattered and laughed at the things they had seen or what they hoped to see in the show. A number of guys and some women had taken notice of Melanie, who sat next to a woman who appeared to be in her early 40's and was not in costume. Their conversation seemed subdued, but pleasant and friendly. Tapper hovered nearby, watching with passing interest.

Sylvia stayed near Eli, who sat alone but seemed happy and quite smitten with the kiss Melanie had left on his comic. Then he turned his attention to his drawing of her. The drawing unsettled her. It shouldn't exist. She knew it shouldn't exist. Had he seen her? He couldn't have seen her, but there she was in her cartoonish form with him staring a her. She moved close to his ear once again. "You shouldn't want her Eli." Her voice sounded strange in her ears. To her own surprise her pussy had become wet. "You'll never be able to have her."

She winced and hovered a safe distance away. She felt so light headed and disoriented. Something was wrong, seriously wrong. She glanced over towards Tapper, her eyes filled with panic but he wasn't paying any attention to her. The lights were down. When had they turned down the lights? When had the show started? She clung to the back of a chair trembling as the feeling started to pass.

 

[Ravenloft]

The pre show hustle and bustle held no interest for Eli, so absorbed in his drawing, he was. An odd feeling of forbiddeness came over Eli over the drawing of little Sylvia, but that just made him want her more. Want her to exist, and be real, someone he... Could love.

The show was starting as the lights dimmed. "Oh!" Eli hooted, returning the drawing of Sylvia to his comic book and sitting it down. He was excited to see what sort of costumes the women would come out in. He hoped there would be something from Doctor Who!

 

[lil_abbygirl]

Sylvia paid little attention to the show and kept her distance from Eli. She slipped a hand between her legs and felt her body shudder at the touch. She bit her lower lip to hold back a gasp as her finger traced along her soaked slit again. She pulled her hand away, fighting the urge to continue and frantically looked around the room until she spotted Tiana, who sat atop one of the light fixtures near the back, curling a strand of her long red hair around her finger.

When Sylvia approached, she stood uncomfortably and bowed. "My Strength," she said sincerely but quietly. Tiana had been a lowling until her elevation during the last cycle, and seemed more than a little embarrassed at being taken as a thrall in her first cycle. She had great potential, but had yet to adjust to the higher level of competition.

"Rise Tiana," Sylvia said, trying to sound reassuring but hearing her normally smooth voice shake.

"Please forgive me, my Strength, but is everything alright?" Tiana asked.

"Yes," Sylvia replied sharply. "I have need of you."

Tiana's eyes opened wide with surprise. "Of course, my Strength," she replied with a bow.

Sylvia felt her cheeks flush with her own embarrassment. She was rarely short with thralls. She tried to compose herself, but instead felt more desperate with each passing moment. "Disrobe," she commanded and the Eron obeyed, letting her robe fall from her slender frame. Sylvia ran a hand along her side, letting her fingers trail across her freckled skin. "Your skill with your tongue is quite well known, and I must say that you lived up to that reputation," she said forcing a smile. "If you are willing to learn, you will fulfill your potential and someday I will be calling you my Strength." Sylvia let her own robe drop and sat down. "Come here girl. Finish what you started. Pleasure me."

Tiana looked around, aware of the number of onlookers that had gathered at the show, but she knelt, leaning down with her ass high in the air and pushed apart Sylvia's legs. "I'm honored my Strength."

Looking past Tiana, Sylvia caught site of Eli sitting and watching the show on stage, until she felt the delicate and practiced tongue against her and shut her eyes and let out a loud moan. Her body tingled and knew it wouldn't take long.

 

[Ravenloft]

Eli had the strange feeling that he was being watched from a distance as the show began. So much so that he looked around, over his shoulder even. In his looking he noticed the girl dressed as Maleficent up in the front row, talking with an older woman. That wasn't it. Then he noticed a sort of buzzing sound in the air that wasn't coming from the lights or air conditioning. It was like the sound of humming bird wings, but nothing was about that he could see.

He only half payed attention to the show as the sound of humming birds rose above the music and laughter of the crowd. He looked over at someone that sat a couple seats down from him. "Do you hear that?" He asked. "Yeah, I think it's the theme music from Angel." The other guy replied. "No.. I..." Eli guessed that he was the only one that could hear it. "Its like humming birds..." He said to himself as a male belly dancer posed as Angel and danced with Darla, Drusilla and Buffy, the performance ending with Buffy running him through with a stage sword.

The more Eli tried to figure out where the sound was coming from the less he paid attention to the show and started seeing little flits of movements out of the corner of his eyes, but whenever he tried to catch them, they would be gone by the time he turned to look. What was going on? There was even the scent of flowers in the air, what that a part of the show or was he just imagining it?

Then he swore he heard a woman moan, he look around for the source, practically getting up out of his seat, suddenly turned on. He had to shift and adjust himself and placed the comic book over his lap so that no one would notice he had a hard on. What was going on? He thought over and over, wondering if he was going to be able to sit through the rest of the show. Why was he suddenly so turned on that his cock was throbbing?