"Remember…. He's chasing you. You're in charge." Lilith whispers into Vaela's ear as she puffs around in clouds of smoke.
But Vaela barely listens as she senses Lucien's presence drawing closer.
She wouldn't have to wait more than a few seconds for Lilith to notify her that Lucien was about to descend the stairs from the VIP area.
She waits, vibrating with anticipation as the gorgeous, young, vampire billionaire struts up behind her, an icy tingle crawling up her spine.
Cold fingers brush along the small of her back as she sips on her drink. Her elbow stumbles from the sudden sensation of Luicen's lifeless touch.
He weaves vampiric seduction magic through her skin, but an infernal flame burning within her fizzles it out.
"Let him earn your body." Lilith murmurs. "No part of you comes free."
"Enjoying my gift." Lucien whispers into her ear from behind as his hands drift lower toward her bottom.
"Enjoying yours?" Vaela replies softly as she seductively arches her back.
Lucien sighs with a sensual groan, the cold grasp of his breath wrapping itself around her neck.
Vaela flicks around in her barstool, batting away Lucein's hand in the process.
"And now we're equal." She smiles, staring deeply into his eyes, half-biting her bottom lip.
He licks his, sliding his tongue across long fangs as he draws closer. Her knee slips in between his thighs as he brings his face towards her.
"This isn't your daddy's blood bank." Vaela says with a smirk as she presses two fingers against his forehead and pushes him off.
Lucien pulls back. His eyes suddenly filled with confusion. He had never experienced rejection before, especially not from a human. His wealth and influence was usually more than enough to bring any woman to his feet, but his vampiric seduction magic was unstoppable to lower level magical beings and humans fell for it like moths to a flame.
"A little bubbly isn't gonna get you far with me… and neither will your magic, neck nibbler." Vaela giggles as she turns back to her bottle of champagne.
"That was brutal!" Lilith gasps. "I thought you were too shy for this…"
"I wanna see him beg…" Vaela grins under her breath. "Like I've begged God to make him see me."
"Oh… you're an interesting one." Lucien quips as he leans onto the bar beside her. "Looks like every man in here thinks you're interesting." He chuckles as he looks at the horde of drinks in front of Vaela.
"Couple of girls too." She replies, picking out a cocktail from among the many.
"Why don't you join me upstairs? Nice and private."
"Is that easy with all the girls?" Vaela retorts, unimpressed.
He scoffs with a smirk. "So what's it gonna take to get you alone?"
Vaela takes a deep breath, sips her cocktail and turns to Lucien, twisting her body to best amplify the size and presence of her cleavage and curves.
"I hear Veruna looks lovely by helicopter this time of year." she says, smiling seductively.
Lilith watches on with wild anticipation as Vaela destroys every assumption and preconception the demoness had of her.
Lucien ogles Vaela intently. Her smouldering eyes searing into his ego, burning through notions of pride and power as her raw beauty and presence peels apart his mental defences.
"E-Excuse me…" he asks nervously, his voice almost cracking.
"A helicopter, Mr. Blood-Money… you want to take me for a ride, don't you?"
"Oh .. yeah. Yes! Just give me a minute."
He quickly scurries off to a dim corner and dips into his phone, furiously scrolling and tapping.
"That is seriously impressive." Lilith says, her eyes wide in surprise. "You're a natural at this."
"I've dreamt of being his little slave for so long." Vaela sneers, her eyes burning with malice. "I can feel it… the way he looks at me. His movement. His breathing. His touch…"
Her eye glint with wrath and lust, licking at her lips as her breathing grows rapidly. "He wants me. He wants me so fucking bad. And he's gonna beg. Beg me to blow his fucking mind!" she cackles under her breath.
Lilith's face spreads into a sly, knowing smirk. "Definitely my best work!" She whispers to herself.
Lucien returns, slipping his phone onto the bar counter in front of Vaela. She turns to it and gazes at the screen.
[Flight has been arranged, sir. Please meet at the rooftop helipad of The Grand Poseidon Hotel within 30 mins.]
"Not bad… Lucien." Vaela smiles.
"I didn't get your name…" Lucien murmurs, drawing closer and brushing his hand over hers.
"You have to earn that too." She replies, slipping her hand away.
"You don't like being touched?" He asks pointedly.
Vaela turns to him. She lifts from her seat, forcing him to take a step back as he body presses against his.
Snatching his broad chin between her fingers, she twists his head and pulls his ear toward her face.
"I loooove being touched." She whispers softly, pinning him against the bar with her puffed-out chest and searing, blue eyes. "and I hate being disappointed." she sneers, digging her thigh into his stiffened crotch.
He quivers. Her touch brings with it unknown and unnatural energies, his mind skips a beat and his heart twinges. The cold blood coursing through his veins begins to burn with a passion he never knew himself capable of.
"Y-yes." he sputters as Vaela's icy, blue eyes begin to swallow him whole.
She lets go of his face and slides herself off his body, slumping back in her barstool.
"When do we leave?" she asks plainly.
"Whenever you're ready." He smiles.
She sips her drink and slips the bartender a crisp $100 note, then another before lifting from her seat.
The pair stroll out of the club, Vaela struts ahead like she owns the place, Lucien follows closely behind, his eyes transfixed on her flowing figure as she moves effortlessly on pencil-thin heels, bouncing a bottom that seems to deepen his seduction with every movement of muscle.
Lilith follows along, bobbing through the air as she beams with pride, utterly impressed with Vaela's performance.
"Your car sir." A valet says, holding out a pair of keys toward Lucien.
He snaps out of his Vaela-viewing trance, quickling snatches the keys and hustles over to his blood-crimson supercar, flicking his hand across the passenger door handle. The door rises into the air as a dim light welcomes Vaela into the cabin.
Lucein gestures for her to enter. She slips in gracefully as Lucein assists. He takes the opportunity to admire her body from new angles.
The car door closes gently and Lucein excitedly sprints over to the driver's door, slipping into the car as soon as he could.
"Ready?" he asks, his voice dripping with the confidence only endless wealth and power can provide.
Vaela smiles and answers with a slight nod.
The car purrs to life, its vibrations subtly massaging Vaela's body and mind as she sinks deeper into the luxurious, exotic-leather seats.
Lucien's notices as her eyes roll back and she softly sighs with pleasure.
The car revs up. Lucien digs his foot deep into the accelerator as the engine spools its power and begins to scream with excitement. Vaela grins and he slaps the gear lever, launching the metal beast like a missile.
The pair careen through the city streets. Vaela shrieking with delight, one hand on the dash and another trying in vain to control her fluttering hair.
Lucien howls alongside her as he weaves between traffic, disregarding all notions of traffic laws or personal safety.
They eventually reach the entrance of the Grand Poseidon Hotel where Lucein escorts Vaela from the car as she giggles and stumbles about.
He leads her to a private elevator where the pair begins the long journey to the rooftop on the 80th floor.
As the elevator doors close on the pair, Lucein pounces. He corners Vaela, pinning her against a wall as he moves in for a kiss, fangs gleaming.
She stares at him unimpressed, her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed.
"Sorry…" he whimpers as he pulls back, slamming himself against the opposite wall of the elevator. Panting with excitement.
"I need to kiss you!" He grunts, wiping at his nose as a look of annoyance begins to fill his face.
Vaela chuckles, and moves in close. She slides her hand across his thigh as she pins him against the wall with another hand on his chest.
He quickly slaps his hands onto her bum and grips tightly, but soft, supple fingers grab his crotch even tighter, forcing him to release his hold on her as well as a let slip a sharp, effeminate yelp.
"That's gonna cost you." Vaela sneers, her mouth inches from his. He quivers as intense heat emits from the hand cupping his crown jewels, sending boiling blood across his body.
"S-sorry." He says as, slumping into himself, overwhelmed by the woman's hold over his physical and mental being.
She releases her grip, and he wobbles for a moment before finding his footing.
Clearing his throat, he quickly tries to change the subject.
"You… new in town?" He asks as he attempts to build back his ego and salvage his pride.
"You could say that." she coyly replies. "Haven't seen this side of Veruna before."
"You sound like you're from here."
"I am."
"You know my family then, I assume."
"Who doesn't? Four centuries of sucking humans dry for food and profit. My kind knows all about your family." she replies with a sly smirk.
Lucein winces.
"I-I'm not about that shit. I hate it, honestly." He quickly replies.
"You seem to enjoy the spoils." Vaela retorts.
"I… " Lucien hesitates. "I don't really-"
"Shhh!" Vaela cuts in. "Just show me if your kiss is better than your conversation."
She lurches forward, lips slightly parted as she presses her mouth onto his. Their lips lock as they begin a mutual transference of lust. Tongues tussle in a twisting dance of raw, physical passion.
Vaela finds she really likes the sensation of slipping her hers along the sharp, pointed edges of his fangs. And Lucein learns new, mind-blowing truths about the potential for pleasure the human body holds.
"Easy…" Lilith whispers. "...don't give him too much. He needs to want more."
Lucein tries to push against Vaela, who presses him into the wall, but her presence overwhelms.
A burst of vampiric energies releases him from her grasp. In a single, swift motion he grabs her waist with one arm, lifts her off the floor and slams her, gently, against the opposite wall.
She gasps through her nose, her mouth fixed onto his as he holds her aloft and she tightly wraps both legs around his waist.
Breaking from their entwinement only to gasp for air, their performance would eventually be brought to a sudden and unsatisfying end with the elevator's arrival at the roof.
A piercing ding alerts them to their arrival at their destination as the doors slide open.
Lucein exists and gestures gently for Vaela to follow.
"Your chariot awaits." He says playfully and proudly, performing a slight bow.
She smiles widely as her eyes fill with wonder and awe.
Like a magical, white stallion waiting to carry her off into a dream, a magnificent helicopter sat perched on the rooftop where it watched over a brilliantly-bright, star-studded city overflowing with power and possibilities.