Sitri

Sitri

By Jjay

Sitri opened his bright blue eyes and stared out at the dark and busy club. The throngs of people rubbing against each other in suggestive manners surrounded by smoke and beams of rich bright colored lights. Pink mingled with yellow then with blue and furthermore with green. Usually he didn’t let himself appear in such places where he could be seen so easily and certainly not without his black lace veil covering his princely head of long dark blond hair. His locks were currently twisted up into a neat bun held in place by pins of gold studded with rubies. With a gentle sigh the demon leaned back in his very private booth. The sheer black curtains were drawn to further hide him from the masses of humans that frequented this accursed club. He wondered how many truly realized they were nothing but food to the demons that worked the club and those that came to mingle with them.

A slender pale hand brushed over the front of his lusciously soft white silk tunic, threads of gold embroidered the plummeting neckline and the long bell shaped sleeves that offered a glimpse of his pale cream wrists. The laces of the neckline did little to hold the cloth closed in the front showing off his extremely toned chest and the tops of his abs. His long legs were clad in leather pants that fit him well. Simple ankle high loafers of a polished black covered his delicate feet. Upon first glance some would have called him a she but he was indeed all male.

Casually he watched the groups of people when a female that clearly didn’t belong in this crowd of humans was shyly walking along the edge of the writhing crowd with a drink in her right hand. She went as far as to come close to the line of private booths. Her long blond hair was pulled up into a ponytail. A pair of small rectangle shaped glasses sat on her slight face, all but hiding the curious hazel green eyes that studied every person close to her. She looked like a young doe ready to bolt at any moment should something even hint to bring harm to her. A group of people that stood in front of his booth made it impossible for the female to pass and when she tried to squeeze past them without brushing the sheer curtain she found herself losing her footing.

Quickly she caught herself on the table and only too late realized her glass was no longer in her hand. Sitri sadly knew where it was all too well. While he reflexively had caught the martini glass he hadn’t accounted for the contents. They darkened the silk of his shirt and plastered it to his flesh making him cringe at the strong scent of strawberry and vodka. He glared at the glass from behind his veil as if he could place blame squarely on it.

A gasp came from the human female. Her eyes were wide as they stared at the male that sat across the table. Her delicate lush red lips parted slightly as she straightened herself and tugged at the edge of her long sleeved red top that hung slightly off one of her ivory skinned shoulders clearly an accident as the pale pink strap of her bra was now visible. A long loose black skirt hung down to her ankles and brushed the tops of her leather flat boots.

“I-I’m so sorry,” She murmurs softly as she without thought clearly starts to move to the left side of the table to take the glass back, “May I pay for the dry-cleaning?” She presses her lips tightly together as a soft pink glow darkened her cheeks.

The demon blinked at the softness of the voice. She even more showed now that she didn’t belong with all of these humans dressed in black and doing such bold things as they were, “It is not a problem,” He found himself saying to her softly, “I will take care of it myself, if…” A smile crossed his lips, “You care to keep me company tonight. It is quite lonely in here…”

She glanced down slightly and fiddled with her shirt again, “I don’t think I’m the best of company…” She mumbles softly as she sits down on the plush leather seat of the booth, “But I will try my best.”

The smile she gave the male made him spread his legs slightly to ease the feeling that smile was having over him. Whoever said that humans had no power over demons clearly hadn’t met one like this blond haired beauty. Her very scent that now drifted to him made him hunger for the very taste of her flesh. In a movement so quick that the female would never have a chance to fight back, he reached over and pulled her closer by the upper arm. The fear that shone brightly in her hazel eyes made him clench his teeth as his cock twitched in his pants.

“You will won’t you?” He purrs softly as he leans in closer to her hair and sniffed. The sweet scent of coconut greeted him and reminded him of a time long ago.

“I will, Sir,” She says. Her breathing picked up slightly as she turned her head to stare up into the lace veil that covered his face, “May I see your face?” It was clear she wanted to know if he was hideous and that was why he wore such a thing or if there was some other reason. With a skilled movement he lifted the veil and tossed it to fall backwards over his pinned up hair.

Her breathing stopped as she took him in, her eyes wide, “My Gods… Y-you are amazingly beautiful…” She blushed at the sight to him narrowing his vibrant blue gaze at her, “I-I mean… I mean… Handsome!” She corrected quickly.

The male was used to be called beautiful that didn’t mean that it didn’t still annoy him to be referred to by such a feminine word. He let out a soft sigh and leaned away from her. She hadn’t attacked him yet, he realized slightly. Most humans became unnaturally lustful when shown his face. But not her. She remained still as she took him all him with a look of curiousness and awe.

“It is fine,” he says then pulls off his shirt as the scent of the drink was starting to bother him slightly. With a flick of his wrist he tossed it to the other side of the booth then leaned back again. He was truly a sight to behold. A band of gold encircled his left upper arm. It surprised him when she reached up and traced a delicate finger over the edges of the band. An unnatural hunger filled him he wanted to pull her to his lap and ravish her till she couldn’t take any more.

As if his body and mind weren’t on the same page he brought his right hand up to cup her left cheek and forced her head up to place a chaste kiss on her lips, “Forgive me,” He whispered against her lips, “But you seem to have me quite spellbound.”

Instead of letting her go he sought more from her lips. His tongue traced over the plump scarlet flesh of her bottom lip then sucked it into his mouth gently. A sweet musical moan trickled from her throat. He pulled back slightly to stare into her lovely eyes. They were darker now. Her cheeks more flushed and her breath tickled his lips.

“I… Think… I’m the one… Spellbound… I’m Teresa,” she whispered in return, “And you are?”

“Sitri,” he told her softly then kissed her again this time much deeper and filled with the hunger he felt as he leaned back and pulled her onto his lap. She moved like water over him. Every light press of his hand made her move just as he wanted her too. This was a female that longed to please.

The demons grabbed the hem of her shirt and started to pull it off. As if she had no protest in her, she lifted her arms to the sky. Without the large garment one could admire the beautiful slim body it had hidden. Her breasts were likely just below being a true ‘C’ cup as they filled the bra she wore. Her belly button was pierced with a simple steel piercing. His fingers trailed from her neck down the center of her body so his thumb could flick over the top ball much like he would do to her clit when she was fully naked on his lap.

He felt her hands brushing over his chest as he stared at her body then glanced up at her, “Your one chance to say no to me is now,” He told her softly. While he didn’t feel bad about raping women, he happened to want have someone willing in his arms this night.

The soft feather light answer that escaped her lips as she stared into his eyes made his cock throb in its tight confines of his jeans. Without another word he picked her up and laid her on her back across the table, grabbing the waistband of her skirt he yanked it down and off becoming pleasantly surprised as he was greeted with nothing but a shaved pussy. He stood and undid his pants quickly freeing his large 9 inch cock. Pushing two fingers from his right hand into her wet channel he slipped his other hand under her back to undo her bra and pull it off.

After a few quick pumps of his fingers he pulls them out and puts the soaked digits into his own mouth and sucked them clean. How sweet her taste was. He wanted to share it with her. As he lined his member up with her pussy, he leaned over her to kiss her and groaned when she pushed up onto her elbows to meet his lips half way. His hands settled on her hips pulling her inch by inch onto his cock, never letting her lips fall away from his.

Teresa’s gasp for breath was like the urging spurs of a rider to their steed. Finally he stood up so he could fuck her senseless. She looked wonderful spread out on the table with her left hand resting on his right forearm and her right squeezing and pinching her right breast. Her lips were parted slightly and her eyes half hidden under the fall of her long lashes.

Her soft begging whispers egged him on harder and faster as her eyes drifted closed and leaned her head back more. The creamy column of her neck begged for his teeth to mark it. He felt the need bite and reacted. A moment later his fangs trailed over her neck just as she arched her back and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. The feel of her body clamping tight and her shuddering gasps were all he needed to know she just came. He bit her neck enough to leave a bruise but not break the skin. This incited another series of spasms and crying out of his name.

Pounding harder and quicker into her he chased the rabbit that was his own climax pulling her tight against his hips. He let go of her neck and licked the already darkening bruise he had caused. Gentle moans from her made him smile, “Enjoyed that did you?” He asked as he put his hands on either side of her head and pushed up to stare down at her.

Heavens was she beautiful. The perfect contrast to the black wood of the table she laid on top of. She smiled up at him, “Can we do that again?”

His chuckle was his only response to her question before he pulled her up so he could sit on the bench of the booth and hold her while they both came down from the endorphin high they rode. She rested quietly and kissed his neck lightly. Soon both of them were dozing listening to the sounds of the club and the beat of each other’s hearts.