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Location: The Eclipse • Time: Dusk
Interactions: INTERACTIONS HERE • Mentions: MENTIONS HERE
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The music pulsed like a heartbeat on the verge of frenzy–hot, filthy, and hypnotic. Lys had barely stuck the landing when she collided with him…sculpted, tall, and oozing the kind of decadent charisma that should come with a warning label. Or a hazard fee. Her fingers lingered on his chest just a beat longer than necessary, the press of her body a teasing invitation wrapped in leather and glitter.
He laughed–rich, indulgent–and delivered his line with enough sensual weight to bend gravity. Her golden-green eyes lit up like fireworks. Static played between her fingertips and his shirt as a wicked grin curled her lips.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she purred, voice honey-dripped chaos with a wild Irish lilt,
“if y’play this right, we’ll be startin’ with a felony and finishin’ with a scandal they’ll write songs about.”Volfango did not contain his smile as his partner began to make her moves. Vampires, werewolves, and mortals all had their endearing quirks but there was just something inexplicably dangerous pairing with one of his fellow Fae. Dangerous in the best way. Volfango was a maestro of his craft and he would play his chosen instrument tonight until both the heavens and hell weeped.
She leaned in close, chest pressing against him.
“All of 'em, Volfango. Every single bleedin’ bad decision. In fact–” her palm slid flat against his torso, fingers fanning out like she was memorizing the feel of him as her fingers trailed a line downwards, slowly–
“why don’t we make a few that don’t even have names yet?”His hand did not waste the opportunity to slide onto her hips as she pressed into him. The molding of her body against his was perfect but he chose to lower his head some to bridge the gap between their height. A pure hunger pooled in his stomach at her words and touch. It was exactly what Volfango craved. Not the promise of physical bliss but the explosive spontaneity of the woman before him. It drew him in harder than any glamour could.
Her nails scraped lightly as she pulled back from him, intending to leave him wanting.
“Unless, of course, you're just all talk and no bite,” she added with a slow, deliberate rake of her eyes down and back up, as though daring him to prove otherwise.
“Volfango prefers a little bite.” He rolled the words together as he closed the space between them once more, his golden eyes keeping track of every movement she made. His form blurred slightly as he made it through the swarm of people, noticing his little enchantress drew him into the very heart of the dance floor. There were many beautiful people drowning in sin tonight, but only one held his attention
The club throbbed around them–heat, smoke, strobing light–and in that moment, Lys Solwynd was the storm in the eye of it. Untouchable. Unruly. Already planning how best to ruin them both before dawn.
Volfango spun himself around a couple that got into his path and used the momentum to close the distance between them once more. He had a crystal rose between his teeth that glimmered strongly with the flashing lights and the hum of magic it held. The rose head looked as though it held a swirling nebula within. Twinkles like stars flashing in and out as the colors shifted within.
He boldly slid his hand around her lower back and twirled her in place, dipping her back at the end of the move. The free hand removed the cosmic rose from his lips and brought it up to her chest for her to grab.
”Volfango humbly accepts. Let us make fate regret ever drawing us together.” His eyes flashed down to the rose before meeting hers once more with a wicked grin as the rose began to pulse with light and magic.
Lys caught the dip with a purring laugh, her body arching against his like temptation incarnate. One fishnet-clad leg curled up around his hip without a single shred of shame, and her hand fisted in the front of his shirt–not for balance, but for leverage.
And Volfango drank from his cup of plenty. Their closeness allowed him to savor each and every sinful curve that called to his deepest desires all. Each glance along her figure was a drink from the finest Fae wine that had him begging for more and he loved it.
The rose glowed between them like a living star. She took it slow, fingers dragging over his as she plucked it from his grip, the magic sparking on contact like a match struck between sinners. The pulse of glamour licked down her arm and through her chest, fluttering beneath her skin like something caged that had just remembered how to roar.
Her grin could’ve ended bloodlines.
He pulled her up, but she didn’t move away. No. She pressed in harder, body molded against him like a challenge, a prayer, a fucking threat. Her nails scraped down his ribs, stopping just short of scandal.
Volfango’s hands had landed on her hips once they were pressed together, fingers hovering dangerously from sweet bliss. He held his head low, looking into enchanting eyes that shifted freely from a gold like his own to a venomous green. His lips presented with promise.
“Oh, lover,” she purred, voice velvet-drenched chaos.
“If this is a declaration of war, I surrender my clothes and nothing else.”She tucked the glowing rose straight into her cleavage without breaking eye contact, then, with a wicked twist of her hips and a glint in her eye, she spun free, barely brushing past him, fingers trailing along his belt as she slipped away.
“Catch me if you dare,” she called back with a grin, vanishing into the crush of bodies–heat, glitter, and chaos in her wake.
”Oh, mia bellissima ninfa…you shall not escape Voflango.” He returned soaked with promise and temptation that rumbled in his perfect chest. Golden flames danced around his eyes as he smiled.
The ceiling of the club disappeared as a cloak of darkness pooled above the dance floor. A bright comet, no larger than a person’s head, soared out of the shadowy pool. The wisps of black evaporated revealing a reflection of the night sky above Halcyon, unobstructed as it would be without the light pollution or the veil. The Comet began to orbit the center of the dance floor. A rainbow of light beams shot from the orbiting comet as it finished one revolution around the room.
Each beat and note vibrated deep within the patrons of The Eclipse, making them feel lighter on their feet and drawn to join those under the light of the mysterious glamour comet. Truth be told, Volfango should have charged the owner for such a display and use of his power. However, it served the purpose of drawing the attention of those less aware of such powerful glamours.
Volfango felt the heightened sensations as he searched for Lys like a starving wolf teased with a juicy steak. His body pushed and slid with grace amidst the growing crowd of delirious patrons, feeling more than a few hands on his body in all kinds of places. None of them were a blip on his radar. He grinned, catching a flash of glitter and black hair flickering just within his peripheral vision.
A firm hand caught Lys by her hip and Volfango had been sure it had been her. He was instead greeted with a startling surprise as Lys poofed away leaving behind a cloud of glitter that eagerly attached itself to his clothing.
”Volfango loves when they play hard to catch.” His excitement and smile matching his eyes.
A wicked giggle that danced through the crowd. And then heat.
Lys was behind him. No warning. No mercy.
She pressed flush to his back, every curve of her body melting into his like they were made for ruin. Her hands slid up the firm plane of his chest, shameless and slow, dragging her nails along the ridges like she was reading his sins by braille.
Volfango’s chest rumbled in a low chuckle as his prey found him first, loving the way she expressed her mutual affection for his wonderful body. Sexy as it was, Volfango found it a bit humorous. Her petite frame would make an excellent backpack for Volfango, one he would prefer wearing on the front.
”Miss me, darling?” she purred, voice sin-slick and full of promises she had no intention of keeping. Her fingers dipped lower–over his abs, past his waistband–teasing along the sharp V of his hips. One flick. One tug. And his belt slid free in a smooth, unholy draw, her fingers curling around it like a trophy.
”How could he not? The things Volfango wishes to do with and to you…he can’t begin to describe.” Volfango returned, his words accompanying the slow descent of her hands. When they achieved their objective, He grinned and turned around a second too late.
“Catch me,” she whispered,
”and I’ll let you decide whether we ruin the club, or each other, first.” Then she vanished again.
By the time he turned, she was replaced by illusions. Three of them.
One version of Lys danced on a table, hips rolling, dress riding up indecently high with every beat. Another leaned over the bar, lips wrapped around a straw with a look that could undo vows. The third lounged like a queen draped in vice, licking sugar from her thumb with deliberate, obscene slowness.
But the real Lys?
She was in a dark velvet booth, sprawled like chaos made flesh. One leg draped over the backrest, the other crossed high to flash black lace and thigh. His belt dangled from her fingers as she took a slow sip from a glowing drink, eyes locked on him like a hunter watching prey come willingly to the snare.
”C’mon, gorgeous,” she murmured under her breath, lips curling.
”Let's see if you fuck as well as you flirt.””Caro mia, what a buffet you present to Volfango. Allow him the pleasure of indulging.” In a manner similar to Lys, three illusionary Volfangos split from the main body to pursue their assigned Lys.
The first retained his pants, though they seemed somehow tighter, yet had lost his shirt bringing the artfully chiseled chest of Volfango into view. This Volfango crawled up to join that Lys on the table, grabbing hold of her hips as the two blended together in a show of sweat and temptation.
A second Volfango was dressed similar to the main one, except for the brilliantly bedazzled red coat that was worn open. He tilted that Lys’s chin while bringing her drink to his own lips with the other. This Volfango didn’t swallow. Instead, he pressed his lips against hers and shared in the burn.
The third came to the last illusionary Lys and knelt like a prince to his princess. He reached out and gently took the hand she was licking. Finger by finger he would follow kisses with a reverent suckling.
Volfango’s gaze shifted from one debaucherous scene to the next, tasting each delicious possibility they presented. His eyes found the real Lys as they left the final show, a smile that was only matched by the confidence in his step as he approached the secluded booth. His pants holding up by the sheer shape of his sculpted hips and taut muscles, the red velvet of his boxers peeking above the waistline.
”After such juicy appetizers, Volfango is ready for the main course. Now for a small tasting.” His hands planted to the sides of her chest as he lowered himself, lips connecting with hers in visible spark of golden glitter.
Lys didn’t rise to meet him–she lounged like a queen, like temptation personified, letting him come to her. The moment his body bracketed hers, her legs parted to welcome him in, curling one lazily around his waist like a cat claiming her favorite perch. She let his belt drop, hitting the ground with a soft
thud.
Her lips met his in a kiss that didn’t ask, it dared. Static crackled between them, not just magic but raw want, sharp and shimmering and soaked in heat. Her fingers tangled in the waistband of those barely-hanging-on pants, nails scraping just above the velvet teasing his hips.
”Mm,” she purred against his mouth, voice like smoke and sin,
”glad you’re hungry, love. But careful... this main course bites back.”She bit his lower lip as punctuation, eyes flashing wicked bright before she rolled her hips up into his with a wicked little smirk. Then she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and dragged him down, teeth grazing the shell of his ear.
”Volfango prefers it so.” He managed to chime in, feeling the building inferno of their passion in his chest. Each of her touches made him feel more than alive. Taken to an elevated plane of being. Nothing was off the table. Everything was permitted. It was time to turn threats into actions.
”Let’s give the stars somethin’ to weep over and those brave enough to watch something worth tearing up their bedsheets over later. Now be a good boy and make ‘em jealous, won’t ya?”And then she kissed him again–deeper, rougher, as the Eclipse pulsed around them like a heart in heat, the crowd blissfully unaware they’d become witnesses to a slow, exquisite undoing.
His hands explored curves he had held himself from enjoying. Their bodies danced just as fiercely as their tongues in that booth. Second by second losing both their minds and their clothes.
And in that velvet booth, fully on display, Lys and Volfango gave the club a show it would never, ever forget.
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