4 comments/ 19856 views/ 12 favorites Exotic By: ElvenTempestarii621 I had gone out because I was bored. Meandering here was just a fluke. I could've been anywhere but I'd already been everywhere else, though I hadn't been overly impressed by this place at first. While the thick musk of the air and the music moving the air like a surging stream was strange but enjoyable I found it not lifting. 'Humans', as these strange creatures were called, was said to have an abundance of cultures, tastes, beliefs and entertainment but the so-far most interesting 'club' they'd established left me unsatisfied. They had come here from another place, 'not from this, but in another this' as I had been explained when informed of this 'alternate reality'. I didn't really understand it but the fairy had seemed very impressed by the things these new beings had shown her. After they came some were scared and others curios but none more so than the humans themselves, telling us stories of ourselves in their own place. Little had made sense of it. After establishing themselves more had come and as a 'symbolic act of friendly relations' they settled in the outskirts of Adolo, creating their own part of town, most coming to learn about all beings of this world. A strange aspiration I always thought but many elves, fairies and others were as interested in them. I figured it because they were so similar and left it that, never meddling in it since I had little interest. Tonight however I had little else to do and so I explored their living. Very small creatures, most of them not reaching my neck I thought them familiar to myself the same way elves were. Standing on two legs their semblance to elves was striking, as their only difference from elves was their strange blunt ears. Also some had a round body build while others were thin and some were muscular in comparison to others. Hairs of differing colors and lengths were as varied as their appearance, their clothes even more so and I couldn't picture what kind of life they lived as a whole. When I had come into their region I thought that maybe the rumors of their openness were untrue because they all stared at me with an unease that was more than annoying. My first idea of it was while I felt no need to cover myself in any way it seemed natural for the humans to leave little but their head and hands devoid of clothes. With that in mind I had visited a clothes market and the elven seller explained it was more what I was than what I wore. It seemed many humans had grown up in fear of what they called "dragons" from stories, and me being a traike sprout I was reminiscent of these fears. "That said" she had hurriedly said, "some clothes would not harm in their presence". And so I had donned clothes she thought appropriate. I had seen a garment made from three strings and two pieces of cloth which reminded of the coverings I had worn in the presence of elves a long time ago, not counting its lack of a flowing piece in what I took to be the back. The elf girl eyed them over and then showed me a pair of pants of a to me unknown make and covered in straps for unimaginable purpose. I thought I would rather wear the smaller garment, the one the elf girl called a 'g-string' but she explained I should wear both. While I thought it unnecessary the girl made a point of how it would look good with the straps of the g-string following the top of my thighs above the rim of the pants. Picturing it I leaned to agree with her, the purple material accenting well against my red scales. Before I donned the pants she gave me a strange piece that she had to show me how to put on. The nether of it seemed made like a much wider version of the g-string, embracing my thighs and rump in a soft, stretchy material. The back of it split into two parts and followed my sides up to a cloth that seemed shaped for my chest. In the middle of my chest was what I presumed to be writing which the elf girl said meant "Marilyn Manson" – the name of a human musician. The girl called it a "one-piece". It was a very strange piece of clothing but the only thing I could wear without putting strain on the membrane of my wings running from the top of my thighs to the top of my back. Having donned the three pieces I looked at myself in a mirror. The indefinable garment hugged my neck and covered my breasts and connected to the bottom in two wide pieces running along my back and sides, showing my strong stomach up front and my spine from behind. It had been a single piece if not for the large slit in the back that let my wings and tail through. The arched sides of the g-string followed the top of my hips before disappearing under the sides of the one-piece. They arched from the black pants and the elf-girl was right, it did look good. The pants themselves hung loosely from my hips, but not loose enough to fall off and the straps scraped and rattled as I moved. It didn't in any way look bad, I liked it in an exotic way but still, my mood hadn't improved. Making my way in the street I took notice of the places and characters, starting to feel the edges of a pattern developing. Some places had lots of flashing bright lights and strange music played on instruments I don't know. In them humans dressed in somewhat repetitive angular and revealing clothes stood in long lines. They reminded me of the general aristocrats doing what they can to over-do one another in a spin of vanity and acting. In other places music from some kind of string instrument played and they seemed by far more calm than the flash-taverns, or 'clubs' as I'd learned they're called, with more relaxed clothes and atmosphere. If the flash-tavern hosted the aristocrats this appeared to be where the commoners went to relax after their work, enjoy a good conversation and a piece of food. In a third place what felt like a controlled thunder storm played, thudding in irregular rhythms and people that seemed to have fallen asleep dressing themselves swarmed the place. I took this is where the peasants herded themselves. On I went, seeing more of these exotic 'clubs' in little variation. None really interested me and I thought about making wind back home to my room in the Gängir when it caught my eye. All humans there were dressed in dark colors or entirely in black in a variation that seemed like a forbidden version of the other places and my clothes were by far the most similar to them than any of the other places. From it thunderous music on strange instruments as bizarre as in the flash-tavern surged but to match its general dark atmosphere. If the aristocrats gathered in the flash-tavern, the commoners in the string-bar, and the peasants in the thunder-house, then this is where the criminals came. The inside was thick with a musk of sweat, leather and a form of dark euphoria matching the night-handle tribute to the color black, giving me the same radiating feeling of joy and confidence like after a man has satisfied me, after I had vengeance on someone who wronged me, or when I enjoyed prey I had brought down. It was the same glorious feeling. But still it was only part of me that enjoyed it. I felt like I was enjoying it but I was kept from realizing it. A very annoying feeling. I did try to force myself fully enjoy it but with poor result. I still got the strange and annoying looks in here but I thought it was still less than outside because I wasn't the only 'unhuman' in here and perhaps because in a way they were all so used to the strange that I didn't stick out. Walking through a hall where humans danced in moves that made them look like possessed puppets and alternately roaming and flashing lights roamed the walls and ceiling I tried to make out the words of the song. Little to my surprise it was dark but it still had beauty in its dark phrasing and rhythm. "Continue to run From your past Chasing after you Just like the last... Time You, tried To, hide In-side Memories and demons... Chasing after you Chasing after you Chasing after you I will cut you a new hole to crawl inside I will build you a new place to run and hide I will cut you a new hole to crawl inside I will build you a new place... For sanctuary..." I couldn't see a band of any kind and I idly wondered how the music was made without one. As I made my way to the bar at the side of the dance room I drew more of the stares and tried to pick up some of their whispers but couldn't because of the loud music. The man in the bar looked up with surprised eyes as he saw me. In comparison to the other humans he looked what I thought passed for more normal. A tight sleeveless shirt and dark pants of the same make as mine, and with short black hair. His shoulders had strange tattoos flowing along his arms down to his elbows. He had a powerful chin and brown eyes from what I could see in the changing light and looked stronger than many of the other humans in the club. His muscles were not as big as mine but mostly just because of his stature. Had I been as small his arms might've been bigger. "Well, aint this a sight?" He yelled but over the music it still seemed like he just politely spoke to me. "A sprout in a human club?" He didn't seem as confused by the question as I'd imagined. "I never thought I'd live to see the day a dragon sprout walked in here! Or do you prefer traike?" He had me surprised at that. While I rarely met humans I met sprouts who did often and they all complained over having to explain again and again what a sprout was or correcting what they were called. "What of the day a "dragon" sprout wanted a drink?" "I'd say to her "Whatever you want, first one's on the house"." This man had an attitude I really didn't expect from listening to that elf girl talking about human's nervousness around sprouts. She said they all felt very insecure and a bit afraid around them, feeling like they're in the face of a rabid animal. This man was nothing like that. He'd seemed surprised and he was clearly excited about meeting me but he wasn't afraid. "What you would recommend." I'm not familiar with Human drinks and couldn't read their language. The man looks me up and down and with a funny look he averts his eyes for a moment to turn around and get a few bottles from the shelf behind him. As he moves along the shelves behind the bar I look around the bar and notice the patrons nearest me have moved at least one spot further away and none of the other bartenders seem willing to come near me and I wonder why he seems so calm. He turns and put the bottles down on the bar and from underneath the disk he takes out a strangely shaped spoon, a tiny cube of sugar and a small something, I didn't know what. With interest I watch as he pours a green liquid in the glass and then place the cube of sugar on the spoon and balance it over the glass rim. He continues to soak the cube in more of the liquid and pick up the small thing and to my quiet surprise a flame bursts from it and he uses it to light up the cube on the spoon. He drops the flaming cube into the liquid, igniting it as well, and finally he pours another liquid into the glass, snuffing the flames. I eye it suspiciously as he reaches it to me. "There are other ways of making it, but I thought you would want something stronger." Well, he could judge character. Some liquor might loosen me up more than this exotic night had failed to. So I took the glass from his fingers and downed it. I can only imagine his face as my throat burned from the sordid oil and I accidentally sent a small puff of blaze toward the floor as I stood and coughed from the strange drink. When I calmed I looked up and saw him with something of an apologetic look on his face but underneath it I could tell he had trouble keeping his laughter back. When I stood tall again I saw another glass on the table. "That's the original mix. Not as strong but alot more taste." I wasn't put off by what I'd just experienced but if anything I was encouraged. This guy was fun! The drink was alot better than the first and I swallowed it without a problem. To say it was good would be like saying bitter was sweet, but it was better. "What's the poison?" "Absinthe. The first one was Bohemian. In an authentic you melt the sugar with some ice water." 'Absinthe.' I had to remember that. "Like I said I haven't seen you here before." "Never been in this place before." "Yes, but where are you usually? This is the one Goth place in Midian." The words had little meaning to me but I had heard 'Midian' before. It's what the humans called this town for some reason. "What's Goth?" The man looked at me dubiously but I shook my head and raised my hand to let him know I really had no idea. "You see all these people? Their clothes? The music? Goth." So this style had a name after all. "Now, if you don't know what Goth is, why did you come here dressed like that?" "I wanted something more to do than stare out the window tonight. Clothes I got from a shop." I down another glass of Absinthe. "So it's just a coincidence?" "That I liked the clothes and wandered past all other clubs?" He chuckled as he realized the questions stupidity. "You're a fairly fast drinker. I'd say "toast" but you were too fast." "Why don't we try again? And this time you join me." "You're trying to revoke my inhibitions m'lady?" He says it in an exaggerated way that's almost humorous. "That's a no?" "Sorry, still on the clock." "The clock?" "I mean I'm still working." "Then let me have one for both of us." As we talked he filled another glass and now I could feel it start making my blood rush and roil with heat. "You didn't seem very shocked at seeing me. Many sprouts come in here?" "A few, but mostly laerms or werewolves." "What's a werewolf?" "I meant tryabs. Back home we called them werewolves." I asked and he told me about 'Earth' and much of the life back in that place. Despite his best attempt I still had trouble understanding how they got here. Erik as I came to know him by had on the other hand no trouble in following my descriptions of how a sprout came to be from the originals. It turned out he mainly came here to learn these things and worked as a bartender to steady himself. His original idea of how sprouts became was by different species having children together, something that almost knocked me to the floor with hysterical laughter. When I finally could collect myself I almost felt sorry for laughing so much. Almost. Still it might've been the liquor working on me but as we talked I did let my eyes wander over him. Despite his size he was far from unattractive, and the only things he really missed were cosmetic. After I don't know how much time I decided it was time to leave. "Or we could get a room?" I stopped dead when I heard him say that. One might've expected me to ask myself "did he really say that?" but the first that came to mind was 'Did he mean it?' "What? We got some rooms in the upper floor. Sound proof so people can sleep. Or be loud and not bother." This time there was no denying the hint. He was really asking me to join him in bed! And my smile grew. I was no stranger to taking other sprouts, like tryabs but I hadn't expected to take someone, least of all a human tonight, not that I had anything against the idea. But unlike Erik I was rarely subtle. "Can you handle this much woman?" I towered over him and put my arms together as I leaned in, pressing my tits together for him. While anyone even from far away could see I'm a woman my muscles still rippled in my arms and my hard stomach was the envy of many men. Erik just smiled that sexy smile he'd been flashing for me all night. "Try to break me." If he was sure I would not deny myself this. Without another word I drop the currency on the bar, back away and walk ahead of him towards the stairs to the upper level and he shows me the way to the rooms. He pulled out a key from his pocket I reach around his waist and feel his stomach. His stomach is hard from workout and it makes a tingle go down my spine. With no reservation I reach lower, cradling his crotch in my hands. It's heavy, warm and as hard as his abs. Not put off by my forwardness he opens the door but stays a bit longer there and enjoy what I do. I walk in before him. The inside of the room is dark and becomes almost pitch as Erik closes the door. He stays behind me and I wait. I feel his arms around me in the darkness. He in turn feel my abs and one of his hands travel up, first lightly touching my breast through the black top before he gets bolder and lowers his hand again and slide it underneath the fabric, grasping me. He knows what he was doing. Most sprouts would ignore the breasts of a lizard, thinking of them as a pretty decoration mostly. Erik cradles my chest, slowly massaging it with a firm but considerate hand while the other caresses my abs. I like him against my back and I walk backwards, trapping him between myself and the closed door, hugging his leg with my tail. I feel his cane against my rump and to show my appreciation I take the hand on my stomach and guid it down and beneath the fabric of the clothes I wear, wanting to see if he is as experienced in fingering as in fondling. I like the way his warm fingers trace along the slit between my scales, familiarizing himself with me and I sigh contently from the tingles it gives me. He feels along my folds, not coming in but wetting his fingertips and move along me, feeling like warm little tongues against me. We, as sprouts aren't as easily affected by heat as lizards but we are colder than most other creatures, and I'd been with warmer partners before but this Human was still something remarkable. His heat, his agile fingers, his talent, it is all so exotic in a way I haven't enjoyed in a long time. "Go lie on the bed." Finally. Enjoyable as his hands are I need more. I turn as I close in on the bed, watching Erik pulling off his shirt. His muscles gleams in the low light, strong shoulders supporting his beautiful head with his short hair, angled jaw and dangerous smile. Not wanting to receive and not give back I lay down, lean back and spread my wings somewhat to be comfortable, and take hold of the straps holding the upper piece of my Marilyn Manson one-piece and pull them down, showing him my breasts. Scaled skin stretches tight over heavy flesh. My scales bless them with a luster reflecting the low light and they look all the more beautiful for it. Erik does seem appreciative as I lean back on my arms and his smile grow less confident and more horny in a way that almost makes me laugh. He comes closer and looks my body over, devouring my strong arms, wide pecs, breasts, toned stomach and powerful thighs with his eyes. He's not like a horny pubescent or an easily manipulated hookup whose natural reaction to naked women is loss of common sense and personality. He seems appreciative of my body, wanting to ravish me as well as revere me, his eyes telling of impression and the enticingly distinguished shape in his pants telling of need. His hands grasp my waist, feeling my red scales and the muscles beneath them. He lowers himself as he takes hold of my g-string and pants and slowly pulls them down. He looks me in the eyes and then back to my pelvis as he uncovers my expectant cunt, lowering himself further, still teasingly far away from his goal. I coil my tail between his legs and up his back to urge him on but he will not go faster but savor every passing moment. As my coverings come to my thighs he moves his hands up from them, caressing my thighs with strong hands and feeling the toughness and coolness before he resumes pulling off my clothes. He never lets his hands break contact with my scaled, strong legs, all the while lowering his face closer to my legs intersect. I can feel his breath against my exposed lips and I'm starting to consider shoving his face into me to fill my need. But as my clothes and his hands slide past my knees he blows a mellow wind against my wetted cunt and licks along the cleft my lips form, making me moan. First focusing on just that, on moving along my valley, seeming to search for something and then treating my edges individually I sigh and move unconsciously. In the back of my mind it occurs to me he might be confused to not find that 'nub' common among other sprouts but lizards, but I'm sure he will still enjoy the other way my cunt is different from other kinds. Exotic Dream Your hair shimmers in the moonlight as we take a walk on a warm July night. You're wearing a long summer dress sort of like a sarong and sandals. You've borrowed a light fleece of mine because your top is only made of soft cotton. We are heading towards the reservoir by my house. We are talking about futures and careers as well as you and me and how we met. We are walking hand in hand as we reach the reservoir the view is fantastic. The city lights glimmer like stars across the water casting dancing shadows with the waves. I pull a blanket out of my backpack and we snuggle into it on the edge of the water. We have just met but for some unexplainable reason we seem to fall into sink with each other. Our goals are similar and we find each other exciting for no particular reason. Quickly I stand up taking you bye surprise and say "Let's go down to the dock!" You really don't care where we go just as long as we can snuggle up with each other. So we hike down to the dock. I trip going down the rocky bank but manage to come out of it with only a minor scrape on my elbow. It stings a little but my mind is else where right now. You for some reason seem to think it's funny and laugh hysterically all the way to the dock. We get to the dock and look out along the length of the long phallic shaped floating dock and start down it. It sways and rises with the ripples of the water. They make soft sounds as they connect with the dock from all angles and sizes. As we get to the end of the dock we look back and see nothing but darkness. I've been here before many times and when you lie down on the dock it feels as though you're floating away with the current. You comment on how beautiful the stars are and I take you and gaze deep into your eyes and say, "Nothing could compare with the beauty of your eyes." I hold you like that for just a moment before planting a soft moist kiss right on your lips. I feel your mouth open a little and I can taste your sweet breath on my tongue. As you move your tongue to enter my mouth I pull away teasingly. You sigh with a mix of frustration and need. I hear you go about getting busy setting down the blanket. I reach into my backpack and pull out some candles and a bottle of red wine. I place the candles around us (well away from the blanket) and crack open the beautifully bodied red. I reach back into my backpack and lift out two crystal wine goblets and pour us each a glass of it. You take a deep gulp and savour the aroma and flavor of it. We laugh and talk about things we can't talk about with anyone else to us it seems like it would be everyday conversation. We're sitting close I have my arm around you and your head is resting gently on my shoulder. The conversation leads to intimate things and I feel your body heat rise a bit. We are gazing at the stars and you lay on your back with your head resting on my lap. I'm stroking your hair and passing my hand gently over your face. Your eyes are closed and you ask me to kiss you again. I get up from my cross-legged position and move to lie beside you. I move on top of you and plant a slow romantic kiss on your full mouth. You respond by bringing your hand up to the back of my neck as though to capture me here (like I'm going anywhere). Our tongues dance across one another and we kiss deeply our breathing falling into rhythm together. You roll me onto my back and bring one leg over me. I can feel the heat from you as you press your self onto me. Our kissing becomes hungry and lusting. Soon kissing isn't enough to quench the hunger. I move my hands down your back to your butt. You press yourself into me again feeling me growing. You take your lips away from mine and proceed to run little circles with your tongue down my neck. I love the way your hair smells as it passes over my face. My hands are moving up your back underneath the fleece and under your soft cotton top to your warm smooth skin. I feel Goosebumps appear because my hands are a little chilly. I move my hands all over your back holding you close and applying pressure by your hips as though to scream at you to relieve the pressure. You are more than interested at doing the same thing and roll off of me so you can get a better angle on my clothes. I fumble with the fleece as you try to work at my beltbuckle. As the fleece comes off it reveals you in the moonlight. I tell you to stay right where you are and that you look so beautiful right now. I ask you to take off your shirt still keeping you at an arms distance. You hesitate and look around but you realize that we are all alone out here and slowly teasingly remove your shirt. You go to move to me again but I stop you one more time. I ask you what you would want my hands to do if they could do anything right now. Your nipples are getting hard and I can tell that this is not what you had expected. You answer by giggling and trying joke it off. But I tell you to show me and you look in my eyes and know that I am serious. You start by turning around so as to keep me from seeing you and you run your hands over your back shoulders and your neck. Your left hand travels down your side gently passing over the soft supple edge of your breast down to your thigh. I ask you to turn around and face me. You hesitate again but then turn and present yourself to me. You pass your hands over your breasts along the top of your chest and just as they go past you bring them together holding each breast firmly. Your nipples call to me I think and I move to you and take the right one in my mouth. It tastes wonderful and I am intoxicated by every little detail of it. I run my tongue softly all the way around it and then take it in my mouth and suck it deeply again. My other hand moves to your left breast and firmly takes hold of it. I tell you not to touch me only to touch yourself. You take your hand off of my head and I lay you back onto the dock. You move your hands down your belly and rub your inner thighs through your sarong. I'm rolling your nipples between my thumb and forefingers while running my tongue up your neck starting at your shoulder. You press your hand into your crotch and I hear your breathing become erratic. I whisper to you to make little circles with your hand over your pussy. Our lips meet again and my hand travels away from our chest and pulls your sarong knot open. I move my hand onto yours and pass through the open sarong to your hot moistness. I keep my hand over yours so I have not touched you yet. I tell you to pleasure yourself wet and run my mouth down to your nipples again changing from one to the other. I feel your fingers becoming sticky with your passion juices and I tell you to put a finger into your tight hot pussy. You moan as your first knuckle enters followed by the rest of your finger plus your middle finger. My hand is still pressed over yours making pressure as you buck your hips slowly to your fingers rhythm. My mouth is hot on your breasts and I slowly start to kiss down your chest to your stomach taking time to trace the little peachfuzz of your belly button with my tongue. It's unbelievable how sticky my hand is getting as your tempo increases. It gets a little more difficult to avoid contact with your pussy. Occasionally it slips off yours and brushes against your impossibly soft lips. I ask you if you like to masturbate. You answer yes through clenched teeth and heavy deep breaths. I ask you if you like to orgasm, again you answer yes this time a little more impatient. I ask you if you'd cum for me right now if I asked you to and without a heartbeat between you start to manipulate your pussy with both hands pushing mine away. Both hands are working furiously on your pussy, one is two fingers deep into it and the other is quickly rubbing your clitoris back and forth pinching it and kneading it with your fingers. I move down between your legs to watch you get yourself off. I plant little kisses all up and down the inside of you legs rubbing each one of them as you continue to bring yourself to climax. I lift up your left leg and bring your toe to my lips (ever had your toes sucked?) and put your big toe in my mouth. The sensations run up your body and you start to moan and cry out. I can see your pussy getting wetter and wetter. I can't stay away any longer and I suck on my right index finger and slowly insert it into the bottom of your pussy while you continue to use all other parts of it. I increase the temp and our hands are working at different paces. I'm imagining the sensations you must be experiencing when you cry out. Your hands freeze up a bit and I take over sliding in another finger and placing my mouth over your juicy swollen clit. Four fingers inside you working for one common goal and you explode. I try to suck up all the ambrosia you have but you keep getting wetter and wetter. Your quite loud now and I don't for a second stop my assault on your pussy. Sucking and nibbling at your swollen red lips that are wrapped around my finger. You pull your fingers out and cling onto me as I curl my fingers upward inside you searching for your gspot. I pull them right to the soft ridges around the opening and then slide them with a smooth twist back deeply inside you. You're crying out for more and running your nails coarsely through my hair. Both your hands move to your breasts in an effort to quench your hunger. I slip in a third finger and start stroking where your Gspot is. My tongue has started dancing quickly over your clit. You taste so good I can't get enough of it. The sensation of vertigo and the openness of this all has taken you to a point of no return. You cry out my name and with your contractions on my fingers I know there is another wave coming. I increase tempo for a few moments and then slow it right down. You can't believe I'm doing this and tell me not to stop. It sounds so sexy coming from you in little breathes "don't stop don't stop". I reach into the reservoir and get a little handful of water. Just as your cumming again I rub the cold night chilled water onto your clit and spank it lightly a few times. You erupt in a state of orgasmic madness and your ambrosia actually squirts from your pussy onto me. I keep licking and sucking as best I can but your bucking is wild and dangerous. You thrash on the dock as you pussy continues to pour out ambrosia. Gently I remove my fingers from you and try to kiss you deeply again but your lips are frozen in pleasure. You are shaking and take hold of me tightly. Finally we kiss again and all I can think of is how incredible life is sometimes presenting us with these opportunities. **Sometimes I get carried away when I write :) Please feel free to vote or drop me a personal message with comments on this encounter.** Exotic Elevator Ride They had been staring at each other for some 20 minutes or so from across the crowded hotel bar. Each knew there was an attraction brewing but was waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, when she could stand it no more, she got up and glided over to his table. "Hi," she said. "My name is Sue," and she extended her carefully manicured hand to him. "Joel," he said in response. "Please, have a seat," as he stood to greet her. Sue could really appreciate the underlying strength and sensuality in his grip...her skin tingled from just that brief contact. "I have been noticing you looking at me from across the room, so I thought I'd do us both a favor and break the ice," she said. "I really love your eyes and could stare into them for hours if you'd let me." Oh God...she thought. That sounded so corny. Sue was rewarded with a broad genuine smile from Joel. He said, "You know, I was just thinking the exact same thing. Why don't you and I go some place a little more quiet and private, and do just that?" No other words were needed. They gathered up their things and walked over the elevator to take them to his room. When the elevator arrived, they found themselves alone for the trip. The room was on the 21st floor, but suddenly, the elevator came to an abrupt halt. Sue had pressed the emergency stop button. She turned slowly to Joel with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. He started to say something, and she pressed a finger against his lips and told him to hush. She then turned her back, and slowly, inch by inch, began to unzip her dress. When it was completely unzipped, she turned back around and let it slip from her shoulders, then to her waist, revealing luscious, creamy tanned breasts, nipples already hard and standing at attention. He started to realize exactly what she had in mind and stood back to enjoy the show. Ever so slowly she let the dress slide the rest of the way to the floor. There she was, standing before him in nothing but a pair of lace thong panties and black high heels. She licked her full lips and slowly got down on her knees in front of him. She reached up and unzipped his fly and released his already hard cock from his pants. Sue proceeded to lick the head of his cock so it was glistening and wet with her saliva. Then she stuck her tongue into the little slit at the tip of the head, driving him mad with pleasure. He groaned deep in his throat and closed his eyes. Her hot mouth sucked him in with such a ravenous need he was almost stunned with the intense pleasure of the act. He thrust his hips forward and grabbed her hair, fucking her mouth as deep as he could go. God, he thought, her mouth is so hot and tight, I could unload any second now. In and out she pumped and sucked, sneaking a finger around to insert into his ass, taking him again by surprise. The pleasure of it was almost too much. Then at just the right moment, Sue withdrew his cock from her mouth, pulled her panties down, and invited him to fuck her from behind. Joel needed no further invitation. He got down on the floor with her, and proceeded to lube his cock with her pussy juices, and slowly insert the head into her ass. She moaned with pleasure, encouraging him to proceed further. He took his cock and inched it further and further, until he was all the way in, then started pumping harder, faster, deeper. Sue was bucking wildly, loving every minute of it. He reached forward and grabbed her by the hair, arching her back, and pulling her back to him even more. She was out of control and fingering her clit and hot pussy then alternating pinching her nipples. Within minutes, they were both exploding in the most incredible orgasm. When they became aware of their surroundings again, they realized that there were voices calling out to them. They quickly scrambled back into their clothing, and just in time. When the doors opened, the hotel manager and rescue squad from the fire department were there. Naturally all were quite concerned about the health and condition of the guests, especially as they both appeared flushed and out of breath. The couple just smiled at them, excused themselves, saying they were quite all right after the ordeal they just went through in the stuck elevator, and that no medical assistance would be required. Exotic Encounters Rick: *puts his hand on thigh and the other hand on cheek* Eli: *Shivers slightly* Rick: *looks into her eyes and smiles* why are you shivering? Eli: Need I answer that? *smiles playfully and sets hand on thigh as well* Rick: *smile becomes more prominent and he leans in to kiss her beautiful lips* Eli: *Pulls away playfully and shakes her finger lightly* Now now don't you think you should ask? *Winks and licks lips* Rick: * He pulls back startled then stares at her playful eyes and succulent lips* I am sorry my dear, may I please kiss those lips of the Goddess? *He leans in again and shifts his eyes to hers and her lips* Eli: *Smiling she leaned towards him smiled evilly.* Is kissing all you want to do baby hmmm....? Cause i feel like playing. *She whispered in a low voice before she quickly kissed him* Rick: *He looked startled and shook his head in disbelief* you think all I want to do is kiss, honey I want to do more than that and if you want to play lets play *he made his way over to the dresser and pulled out the purple fuzzy cuff and took his shirt off to show off his sexy body* So is it your turn for these or mine? *he smiled evilly at her* Eli: *Her smile widened greatly at the sight of her favourite cuffs.* I dunno I lost track of turns a while back you decide. *Her eyes were glued to his now shirtless chest.* Mmmm you look so delicious... I could just eat you my sexy man Rick: *he swung the cuffs around his middle finger and smiled at the gorgeous woman on the bed* Well if that is the way you feel we will say it is my turn to have them on *His smile broadened and he walked toward her making sure that his abs and chest rippled with every movement. She wanted to play, this was his form of playing* Go for it babe Eli: Mmmm I think I will. *She stood up and looked at her man for a second before she grabbed the cuffs and pushed him onto the bed. Chuckling she watched him fall with practised ease. Putting his hands over his head she handcuffed him to the bed making sure that it was just the right fit.* Like I said I am in a very playful mood tonight. Rick: *He let her push him around, they had a million time before* So am I babe and make sure that you treat me bad I was a very bad boy today *His smiled changed from teasing to a mischievous smile. He was starting to feel himself getting hard inside of his tight leather pants. He shifted so that she had no problem making the cuffs do their job.* Make sure they are tight enough to leave a few marks Eli: Don't worry hunny I will leave plenty of marks cause like you said you were very bad today. *She watched as his eyes darkened slightly with anticipation. She ran her nails down his chest sharply yet with not enough force to cause blood. She leaned down and kissed him forcefully chewing on his bottom lip before crashing and plundering his mouth. She loved being dominant. Rick: *he smiled as she was talking, his anticipation getting almost to much, her nails came down on his chest and he sighed, his eyes closed. He let her chew on his lip for a while and accepted her kiss and her tongue with pleasure. This was the part that turned him on the most, being able to let her do the work and make him do what she wanted him to do. He could smell her hair, so good.* Eli: *Pulling back from the kiss she looked at her lover. He was most definitely enjoying this. His slightly shallow breathing and the obvious evidence in his pants were enough for her. She sat up away from his body and slowly lifted her tight shirt over her head. throwing it into a corner she let his eyes wander over her scantly covered breasts. Her black bra seemed to be his main focus.* Rick: *he eyed up her body as she pulled off her shirt, his eyes rested on her breast which where his favourite body part of hers. Instinctively he pulled against the cuffs trying to get up to pull the bra off of his lovers breasts but they held fast. His breathing was definitely getting shallow and his bulge was starting to get hot and aching to be let out of his leather prison.* I love that you know. Eli: *Quietly laughing she slinked over to the bed before she crawled over top of him.* I know. *Her smile became downright devious as she lowered her mouth to his neck lightly sucking on random places. Her hand traveled up his body lightly grazing his evident arousal for a split second before she continued up his body. She loved the sounds that he made while she played with him.* Rick: *He moaned ever so slightly, when she ran her hand over his inflamed genitals and member. His neck was aching for more of her kisses, fervently he began to shake from the excitement running through his body, he could not contain it but it was ecstasy to him having her touch him and kiss him. This was the only way for a love life to be. He moaned again and his entire body rose from the bed in an arc lifting her up with him* Eli: Now now darling can't you control yourself even a little? *Her teasing voice was muffled against his neck. Her hand went back down his body but this time they had a clear purpose. Gliding her fingers softly over the aching member smiled as he once again moaned. Her fingers began massaging the bulge loving the way he moaned louder each time.* That's right let me hear you baby! Rick: *his moans rang throughout the place that they called home, his body stiff now wanting her to touch him and massage him the way that she was, it felt so good.* Harder, rub it harder *his eyes still shut he moaned again exposed more of his neck for her to kiss. The cuffs where starting to cut into his wrists and her nails still digging into his skin, but it all felt so good. She smelled good too* Eli: * Releasing her nails from his body she sat up removing all contact from his body* Rick: *his body ached for her touch and for her to be back on his body, it was shivering from the lack of warmth that he had just had from her. He opened his eyes and looked at her standing there* So this is the way it is going to be huh? *His eyes shone bright blue and his white teeth were seen through his manly, yet tantalizing smile* Eli: *She lowered her body down but not back on his chest but around his legs. Her hands reached for his pants and slowly unzipped and unbuttoned his leather pants. Smiling she saw how aroused he actually was and knew that he was enjoying their game to its fullest. She removed his pants and flung them across the room eager to continue with their game* Rick: *He sighed when she lowered her body toward the middle of his body, her hands on his midsection made him even more eager for her to take off his pants. After her skillful hands removed his pants he was completely erect and he smiled at her reaction to the hardness of his penis. His eyes followed his pants across the room and then back at the Goddess that was now crouched over his naked body. He knew exactly what was coming next and the joy was filling him completely* Eli: Hmmmm so are we having fun yet? *She blew air over the rigid penis in front of her as she asked her question. She was delighted to see his erection. Her nails lightly raked then dug into his thighs as she waited for his answer. His eyes were on her, darkened by lust he watched her every movement, as she enjoyed his squirming. Rick: *He flinched to the cold air being blown over his erect love dart and again at the nail being dug into his thighs, A moan escaping his lips* Fantastic time babe * his eyes fell onto her half naked body and down to where her face was closing in on. His body tensed at the thought of her touching him again. Bliss was all he felt* Eli: * Her tongue quickly flicked out briefly jabbing the sensitive head before she moved her mouth down to his thighs. she began to suck harshly on his tender thigh making sure that she left marks and a wet trail. Hearing his breath and voice was arousing her to no ends and even though she wanted it to last she knew that soon her will would snap but she still had some more time to torture her sexy lover. She looked back up and met his eyes smiling evilly once again* Rick: *when her tongue hit the sensitive head he moaned louder than any time before that. His thighs tensed to the touch of her lips on them.* more please, give me more *His eyes had connected with hers and the spark was immense, he knew she was wavering but she had stay strong, he wanted more.* Eli: *Thinking that she had given enough attention to his thighs and loving his reaction to her tongue on his sensitive head she lifted her head and once again allowed her tongue to dart out and quickly taste the tip. finding his reaction addictive she repeated her actions a few more times before she gave in to his pleads and started to run her tongue along the entire length, loving the feeling she got Rick: *His moans filled the room, his whole body tensed with the sensation of her tongue touching him.* Please take it all, please, please!!! *He screamed these last words of pleading. She ran her tongue along his shaft and he sighed and moaned, it was great.* Eli: * She took the head of his shaft into her mouth and began to suck lightly, but she knew she could tease for long her need was rowing and making her squirm as well* Rick: *her mouth was warm and wet, the perfect mouth and lips that would not stop. His eyes locked with hers as she sucked on his head, then they rolled back and he relaxed and let her do her thing with whatever means she had in mind. He trusted her completely and would never treat her bad either. This was the epitomy off happiness right now and there was nothing out there as good as this. He moaned again and flinched a bit to the feeling of her mouth on his privates, he yearned to be inside of her but let her do her will, she was faltering and he knew it would not be long now until she was on top of him* Eli: * Reluctantly she removed her mouth from his length and moved up his body. Looking him over she made a quick decision. She needed to feel his arms around her and she needed him in her so she unhooked the handcuffs. A second passed before realization hit her lover.* Rick *He lay there not initializing the fact that his hands were unbound, Reality struck him as his hands moved over her hips and up her sides brushing her breasts and feeling the hard nipples within the second that his hand rested there. Embracing her face with his hands he pulled her down onto his lips and his tongue made it's way into her mouth and entangled with hers. He was sweaty from the workout that they had had just now. He let go of her face and slid his hands down her back making her tremble, he undid her bra and dropped it off to the side of the Bed, he caressed her ample bosom. Sitting up and holding her to his body he licked her nipples and made her moan. His hands rested on her hips slowly undoing the zipper on the back of her skirt and sliding them off of her tight body.* Exotic He shouts out in pain and surprise. I realize what I'm doing before I take a chew out of him, but I can already taste his blood in my mouth. I withdrew fast and Erik looks at me with wide eyes. His eyes darts between me, my reddened mouth and the growing red pearl necklace around his shoulder. I turn away, embarrassed and somewhat ashamed over what I'd done. "Sorry." It really is all I could think of to say. His teeth are mostly blunt and unsharp. I don't need to know his culture to know that biting your partner and drinking his blood isn't part of it. "You-eh...got a bit excited?" A funny way of putting it and I smiled to myself. I can still taste it in my mouth. It's him, droplets of his All and it makes me clinch. "You taste really good." It was a whisper and I didn't really hear it myself. He hisses and it brings me back and I face him. His hand is close to the wound. Substantial red streaks run from the holes in his shoulders. He's concentrating on the wound, trying to discern if it is bad or not. "I promise, you'll live." He looks up and his stare make me wish I'd shut up. I don't think he is mad, but scared and confused, and that is not a good mix because despite the awkwardness I'm too hot for it to end now. My cunt feels all too empty. "You go vampire on all people you fuck?" Some other human name for a local species? Apparently confusion shows in my expression. "A blood-sucker." I turn around again. "No. Just a few. If they're good. I'm sorry." "I don't think it's very deep. But it stings." That's good. "Should I leave? Every piece of me roared in frustration. I don't want to leave! Not yet! Fuck me, please! "I...really...really don't want to. But I'll...understand if you're...if I'm a bit much. If I crossed a line? If I broke you?" I smile at the last comment. I'm trying to entice him to continue. For fucks sake say no! Just forget it and fuck me! I try to wish him into me and I squeeze around myself, trying to gather even a hint of his presence. I can feel the bed shift and I look over my shoulder. He holds out a finger to me. It's reddened and a blood drop clammers to the tip. "Don't bite me again." For a split-second I register his face, dark and serious with a commanding voice, before I slither my tongue around his finger and pull it into my mouth. My eyes close and I suck him hard, willing what blood isn't on his finger through his skin. It curves like a hook and he guides me down on the bed by my cheek. It glistens with my juices when he pulls it out and moves himself between my legs, sliding his cock across my cunt. "You thought I'd shy away like a choirboy for a sting and a few drops of blood? It's almost cute." He is in me in one thrust. My back bends and my skin tingles and I feel so damned, gloriously full again. "I am gonna have my fill. And so will you." He pulls out. Quickly. And rams back in. His movements become fluid and I cling to him harder. I gasp every time he enters me and I moan for every thrust. My bite hasn't slowed him a bit, if anything he seems energized and driven. He's become dominant and demanding and I love it! His pelvis scrapes against the inside of my thighs and my claws dig into his back and his moves quicken. In the back of my mind I wonder if it's the sting or my need that drives him.s Slowly my mind catches up to his thrusting and I remember the red pearl necklace I put in his skin. Blood slithers from the pattern I put in his shoulder, part of it across the strangely patterned tattoo and whichever part of my mind is not entranced by the red across the black and white skin hope it's not horribly special. I can feel it slicking my breast as he moves against me, spreading it across my tit and the sudden knowledge of it makes it tinglier than the other. A slight adjustment of my hand on his back and I can feel the thick essence spread between my fingers. I lock eyes with Erik and I gasp louder. His eyes are wide, wild and animalistic. Primal, natural heat spreads through me. I bring my hand to my face. The sight, the smell, the dominant creature fucking me, his sweat running down my sides – I could feel dark, carnal waves splash against my inside like the Damned fire. I look into his eyes and I lick his blood, his all, Him from my hand and his determined thrusting turns into a frantic rut. It feels as if I'm sinking into a warm ocean, staring up at the beautiful, bestial purity of this. But it isn't enough. I want it given from him, not run from him. As if to answer my thoughts his hand grabs the back of my head and angles me to his shoulder. Blood still flows from my bite. With the barest amount of will I have left I think about his face and voice when he told me not to bite him again before I reach my tongue out and lick his All from the wound. I squeeze his cock so hard he gasps and almost whimpers and he slows down for a thrust. I buck against him and moan out loud. Everywhere he touches lightning goes through my skin. His breath tingles against the side of my head. His hands leaves the sides of my shoulders and he squeezes my breasts. I press them up against his palms and take his shoulder into my mouth again. I pressed my tongue against the wounds, rejoicing in the taste of him but try to not graze him with my teeth. He hisses through gritted teeth but do not push me away. I drink from him in every sense of the word. I drink in the animal that worships me. I drink in the feel of the hard body atop me and the pistoning trunk inside of me. I drink all that he is, his crimes, his virtues, his self and power through his blood. It is a storming sea of sensation and I am drowning in it, wanting to go deeper down and feel the pressure closing around my body. He is pulling me deeper and deeper into the dark depths where my body becomes more receptive and respondent. His thrusts become yet faster and I hug him to me with my legs, wanting to keep him inside of me forever if I can. His beautiful, rough body atop me, his dark need, his violent movements that almost pushes me backwards on the mattress, his ecstatically hard cock, his blood on my tongue – I am kept on a knife's edge by all of it. Then he shocks me by biting down over the curve where my shoulder and neck meets, and like a volcano erupting or a sudden cyclone on an open sea I come, spasming and vehemently wringing his cock for all he had to give me. Despite my spasming, strangling cunny string after string of seed splatters in me, roiling around his cock, trapped between him and me. My claws dig into his back and had my teeth been around his shoulder I would have torn his arm off. I roar in fulfillment as thunder strikes through me and my body rings like a struck bell, resonating, vibrating, echoing as I come. I don't know how long it lasts but it is over too soon. Slowly I start to float down from the impressive high I was shot up to. My skin is still electric, like lightning from a blanket rubbed against me. Erik is lying atop of me, powerless and panting heavily. After some time Erik gets up on unsteady arms and rolls over to my side, panting heavily and a face-splitting grin decorating his face. I probably look no different as I could still feel every movement and every feeling echoing through me. Yes, this was a very good lay. Before I can fall asleep I gather enough strength to sit up in the bed. I stretch my arms, my back, my legs and my wings to make sure they still obey me. As I stand up I almost fall over, a faint delirium passing through me and I chuckle. Oh, it was indeed a good lay. Reaching down I start to redress and Erik speaks up in a tired voice. "Mghh...leaving already?" I turn around as I pull my G-string on. He looks damned pleased with himself and I grin. "Yes. I always sleep in my bed. No matter how good a time I've had." Next was the strange upper garment. I slide my legs and arms in and adjust the back as I talk. "And you?" "I feel like I will be lying here for days. I would if I could." "You did good though. And you reminded me to rarely judge beforehand." Erik's eyebrows wrinkle slightly. "'Can you handle this much woman.'" He closes his eyes and chuckle. "And I dared you to try and break me." "And you pulled through. And then some." Finishing up my pants I head for the door and exit the room. Before I can get far I hear the door open again behind me, and Erik calls out to me. I turn and look at him. If I hadn't already been fucked better than in months I would have pounced him there and then – his expression ragged, his smile sexy and covered in sweat. "You forgot something." What did he mean? "What?" "Generally when going away it's custom with a kiss goodbye." Greedy little bastard. But I like the idea. I saunter over to him, bend down a bit so our faces are level, pull him close by the back of his head and kiss him. At first a normal kiss, I open his mouth with mine and slither my split tongue into his mouth. He sucks my tongue with vigor and I melt all over again. I like this custom. Separating we smile at each other. "Will you come again?" The way he phrased it made me clinch involuntarily, pleasurably and painfully. "Definetly." Again I turned to leave. "Wait!" I turned around again. "What's your name?" I smile at the human in front of me. "That's for another time." Confusion spreads on his face. "Why?" "A little quirk of mine. Perhaps something for you to long for. If you'd need one more reason." My favorite game, "What's my name?" and the malicious joy I feel plaster an evil grin on my face. This time when I turn I am not called for again. Yes, my name. I can't think of a time I've given that. Downstairs the club is almost empty but the music carries on as before. Although now it is in a language I don't know. Outside the air is tepid and the sky turns a pale blue where the sun is rising. I spread my wings and ready myself to fly home again. With a few strides and flaps of my wings I am off the ground and soar up above the city. As I move home I think about he night and what it brought. Of how bored I was with the common and discovered something new and exotic. Yes, this was a good fucking night. --- The song at the club is called "Golden Rose of Sanctuary", performed by Ironhand. EDIT: I had to reupload this because apparently Literotica don't like any conversation carried on in any other way than quotations.