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Drew Angel (shockandawe) wrote in sons_of_cain,
@ 2011-09-06 21:01:00

Entry tags:

caesar's palace, dante's inferno, drew worthington, nadya tsigan, vampire

Who: Drew and Nadya
What: Being too sexy for this club.
When: Tonight
Where: Inferno
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

Dante's Inferno was a rather interesting place. Everyone was naked all the time, crackling with sexual energy. No one cared if there was a whole lot of graphic sin going on in the darkened corners, because chances are that's what they were looking for as well. Drew could just as easily stand in one place and just feed on the sexual energy everyone was projecting, but he found it to be much more fun to collect it personally. However, he was not one to give away business for free when business was good. And this was just a business visit.

He had met with a relatively attractive vampire couple. A man and a woman, who liked the atmosphere but didn't like the people all that much. Too many strange and off putting creatures here, and the ones that did capture their interest weren't interested in return. Drew was there to fill a very public void for them, and when it was over, they rewarded him handsomely with a generous check at their locker. And now, he had a few hours to kill, so he stepped back inside for a drink. And to people watch. People watching was much more fun when said people were naked. Either he'd find a pretty young thing he maybe could entice into becoming a potential client, or he could just make fun of them from afar in his own head.

But then... a familiar scent. Ah yes, the belly dancer, Nadya. Childe of Valerian. Mmmm... Valerian. He'd wondered if she held a similar amount of power within her such as Valerian had. He'd been sated for days after an encounter with that one. She was impressively built, beautiful obviously. Valerian didn't like someone without delicate features. And her sexuality was off the charts. She had the same gift of sexual power as Drew, which was always fun to play with.

"Evening, Maam." He said with a slight southern drawl over to the woman, winking in a charming fashion as he did so.

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erratica
2011-09-07 07:02 pm UTC (link)

Nadya had been feeling a mite peckish lately. Whether it was life's more mundane, simple every day distractions or the larger things that'd been introduced to her thoughts lately, she didn't dwell on. Nadya wasn't exactly a creature who dwelled on anything for very long. There were things that held her interested more passionately than most others, but a lot of those had to do with her very nature. Hedonistic fulfillment, of course, was nearly always number one on her list.

So that combined with the subtle nagging need in the very pit of her drew Valerian's childe into the blood-thick atmosphere of Dante's Inferno. Here, the wave of raw, throbbing lust swirled and spiraled into her, like circling a drain. Each subtle slap of skin on skin, each moan and pant lost in the thick music made her undead nerves tingle, and put that sunkissed warmth back into her cheeks.

Oh, Nadya loved it here, where she could leap and gallivant naked and free as she liked, all while swimming in a sea of raw perfection. She was well enough known here, too, which offered another level of erratic freedom, like how she was currently being toted around piggy-back style by a particularly gorgeous member of the club's entertainers, with skin the color of dark chocolate and a bright, sharp-toothed smile. She rode him like a prancing pony through the crowd, her arm coiled around his front as a rein, his thick fingers digging like claws into the olive flesh of her thighs. Until, that is, she caught the distinct prick of direct attention being shot her way.

Nadya whirled a look over her shoulder, her hair fanning across the delicate lines of her naked back. Locking eyes with the young one that smiled and winked at her, her own fanged greeting bloomed from cheek to cheek.

"My, aren't you pretty," she exclaimed, sounding a little breathless, more out of habit than actual need for breath. The subtle sharpness of her own accent hinted to the depths of old Europe, from the places where fog collects between mountains, and the people never really see the sun.

Breaking eye contact from him for only a moment, Nadya nipped at her current stallion's earlobe. "Go play," she whispered, then slipped off his back and gave his muscled ass a good swat for measure. After he slipped back into the crowd, the much younger incubus had her complete attention.

"I wonder your name..." Nadya pushed both her hands through her hair, primping its curling ends from her shoulders before letting the heavy mass fall as she slid up to his side, painting him thick with her sweeping gaze. "You look like something distinguished, fallen from Grace." Her smile became wolfish, and it even brushed his tattooed shoulder. Followed by the light greeting of a scraping fang. "I think I'll call you Deacon."

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shockandawe
2011-09-07 10:11 pm UTC (link)

Nadya seemed to be every bit into the sexual atmosphere as the sexual beast inside Drew was. The only difference was that Drew was more of a capitalist these days. And from the moment she laid eyes on him, she was already playing games. Must come with that wonderful parentage. Drew smiled brightly, his own fangs showing for a moment as he cupped his drink.

"The name is Drew. But you are welcome to call me anything you wish." He purred a little bit at her sensual greeting. Ah yes, Nadya was well versed in these games. It was a wonder she didn't become a courtesan herself.

"You are.... Nadya, correct? We know each other in passing. I'm somewhat a big deal at the Luxor." He swelled his chest proudly. He was the courtesan extraordinaire, at least in his own mind. So much that it had caught the eye of Prince Valerian himself and led to some... interesting developments as of late. Ones that were still strange to talk about.

"You are a vision, aren't you?" He quirked an eyebrow as he looked the woman up and down. He had to admit, the Sanguine had great taste in who they allowed into their little family.

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erratica
2011-09-08 12:29 am UTC (link)

Oh, the vanity! He puffed up his chest like the cock of the walk; his tone and the diamond glint in his eye matched the pompous words perfectly, and Nadya fell just a little in love with him. Not that such an occurrence was uncommon with Valerian's little princess; her love was open, broad and fierce as a forest fire. Beautiful and dangerous to it's subjects, often at the same time.

"Are you?" she cooed in response to his bragging, circling his back like a predator, though the brush of pert, bared nipples and the soft swells behind them was completely intentional. Her eyes followed the inked designs on his skin, then her fingertips followed suit. She adored tattoos, on both men and women. Any decoration on the body, be it jewelry, ink, or even scars caught Nadya's interest; she found them all beautiful.

When she came around to his front, his compliment and gaze dripped down the length of her body like honey, and the gypsy's smile blossomed like the sun. He was familiar with her, though she had no memory of any encounters with him. That meant very little--Nadya's memory was fairly unpredictable. "I am Nadya," she said, drifting in close to him like a silent mist, until their bodies were slowly pressed into the same space, and her hands cradled the sides of his jaw. "And you have my attention," her lips just barely kept away from his as she whispered, instead disturbing the very air between them. That is, until she captured them in the slowest, torturously teasing kiss, who's pressure may've seemed chaste, but was most certainly not. "What would you like to do with it?"

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shockandawe
2011-09-08 03:17 am UTC (link)

This woman had him almost blushing, a feat that even most men could not do. If it weren't for his brilliant game face, and the fact that he was well... dead so color to his face wasn't a thing that happened often, he would look like a rookie right about now. And honestly, to this woman, he probably was. He could smell the power, the aged sexuality like a fine wine within her. Honestly, it made him twitch a little in the nether regions.

In life, he preferred men. He still preferred them relationship wise, if only because they had a certain broadness to their torsos that females didn't. But in death, he was attracted to power, and though he tried to tell himself different and he tried to be a nice, respectable person, he often found himself chasing after people that could squish him if they wished. And he could not deny the ethereal beauty that women held that men could never touch, no matter how hard they tried.

She placed a kiss on his lips, a little unexpected but welcomed nonetheless. She truly was the childe of Valerian. The spark of sexual energy that flowed from such a minor almost innocent kiss sent blood immediately flowing southward. He offered her a sly, half smirk as his hand found her leg, smoothing it's way up her creamy buttocks and stopping at the thick mounds of her backside. He let go just a tiny amount of electricity in a playful spark against her flesh, one just enough to tantalize. It was a tool he found often helpful.

"I wouldn't do anything that wasn't wanted of me." He purred at her lightly, nipping her lower lip.

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(ohmygod FORGIVE ME! I completely lost track of some threads)

erratica
2011-09-19 06:12 am UTC (link)

Was that... why yes it was! A little pinprick of electricity shot from his wandering fingertips, igniting the gasoline-potency in Nadya's blood. By way of evolutionary reflexes that should've died the night Valerian drained her (while in the throws of the best sex of her entire life), the muscles under the younger vampire's hands twitched and stiffened, and Nadya eased back from his face a little, so she could focus more clearly.

And clearly, her interest had just spiked.

"Deacon still has a little touch of heaven, I see..." Nadya wasn't just interested. She was enthralled. She loved the ones with physical powers, like her own. Mental manipulation was one thing, but real instinct, the kind that flooded the atmosphere of their prey in reaction to pain or pleasure... For Nadya, there was nothing better. Her hands dropped from his face, sliding languidly down the smooth, tattooed and muscled torso. Her eyes followed their path. "I'd show you mine, but it's more a touch of hell."

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((lol it's okay babe. :D))

shockandawe
2011-09-20 01:52 am UTC (link)

"Aww... now what good is being heavenly without a little bit of hell?" Drew said to the dark haired woman, giving her a mischievous wink. He was certainly interested in seeing what she had to offer. Certainly it was something painful that offered it's own distinct macabre pleasures. Many older vampires had interesting gifts like that. Still, her downward trail was... inspiring to him. He was certainly stiff now.

"I'm a grown boy. I've been abused by the best of the best. Even by your daddy. It takes a lot to make me cringe." He purred a little bit as he moved his hand down her firm buttocks toward the crack of her backside, letting his fingers trail to her undercarriage until it met with the soft flesh of her lower labia, offering another gentle shock.

"I love show and tell..." He winked politely at her, a curious look now over his face.

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(ty!)

erratica
2011-09-20 02:35 am UTC (link)

Such a brazenly assertive specimen, this one was turning out to be. The sexual demon that coiled and purred inside of him, she could feel it reaching out like those exploring fingertips, eager to please and placate the hot darkness inside her--and oh, how she was happy to oblige. Nadya did like to be spoiled, after all.

Her spine bowed deeper, arching like a feline. She returned the enticing affection with little tracing circles by the very tips of her fingers, spiraling down to roll one pebbled nipple between them. The touch became a languid pinch on mention of her beloved Father.

Nadya's smile turned uncomfortably warm, her bottom lip caught under the tip of one cat-like fang.

"So he wants to be abused, does he? My Deacon wants a little taste of Hell?" Her purr was that of a princess turned whore, and followed by a sudden heat shown to his fingers between her legs. Slow and steady, in the span of a single second, it strengthened from the slick warmth of a human woman to a strong, sharp, searing heat that could melt living flesh from bone, and ignite most vampires like kindling if it grew any stronger.

When he inevitably wretched his hand away, Nadya arched her chin back with a witchy smile, then shifted the tendrils of Hellfire in her veins to the palm of her hand, which left the courtesan's skin so she could give him a little 'show and tell', by way of a ball of flame, seven inches high, happily dancing in the center of her palm. "It may be a bit much for you, Lovey."

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shockandawe
2011-09-20 02:50 am UTC (link)

The woman just produced FIRE from her vagina. That was something that Drew had never seen before. Though he had to admit, it was kind of intriguing. She burned him just enough for the sensation of pain to kick in, but not enough to do any real damage. This one liked to play. And she wasn't the only one that could turn her nether regions into a dangerous playground...

But he did pull his hand away, and watched as the singed skin grew back into place, then looked up at her with a quirked eyebrow as the flames lit their faces. "I love a challenge..." He purred at her through his fangs, looking up and down her body in this new light. She was a fine specimen of a woman. Made for sin, a kindred spirit like him.

He put his hand around her waist once more and pulled her close, a devious grin on his face. "Try me. I have a very high tolerance for these things..." he growled lightly, his thick erection scraping at her inner thigh. It was then that he sent a little shock through the head of his cock to her leg.

"I'm just full of surprises..."

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