Of course one meets at a club
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Pumpernickel & Silas McKenny - cousin of Fern
Title: Of course one meets at a club
Follows from: Part 9 - Enter Silas & Part 10 - Pumpernickel
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1378
He had no idea why he found himself in a bar. Perhaps like a bug, he’d been drawn to the golden lights, a thin smile curved his lips at his whimsy. ‘Hopefully there’s no bug zapper, though,’ he paused to consider, ‘ then again that might be interesting. Exciting anyway.’ A familiar tingling traveled up and down his spine, something he hadn’t felt in a while. Someone compatible, at least for now, available and interesting had set off his awareness-dar.
Casually Silas glanced around, scanning the others who’d also been attracted to the music, lights and potential hook ups. A hand smoothed over his ass, fingers tracing down the seam of his pants until they cupped up between his legs the center ones separating and supporting his ass and longer finger in the middle pressing up behind his balls. That definitely got his attention which hardened in interest. So demon… probably. Only a demon would be so capitably forward, and that middle finger was stroking back and forth where it was situated. There was no one physically there but … there was.
“Fucking ass demon.”
A quiet chuckle, barely audible to him, feathered over his ear and with a quick squeeze the hand left him.
“Sir, a party in the loft wonders if you’d like to join him,” one of the tasty fae waitpersons asked him.
“Where?”
“Up there,” was indicated. “the private lift is against the wall and will take you up. There’s a privacy spell in place,” was added discretely in a whisper. “Anything that happens up there, no one will see or hear. He’s quite ...” the waitperson licked his lips.
“He is, is he?” and was answered with a nod.
“And he’s big.”
Silas looked at the fae, “and you know this personally?” He did not want to be anyone’s fuck bunny of the hour, replaced with another before the taste of a drink could wash the taste of seed from his mouth or in this case probably from his ass if the demon got more lucky than anyone else.
“I wish,” was the answer, “but looking at him, it’s ‘very’ evident.” That ‘very’ was stressed with a heaven-ward roll of the waitperson’s eyes.
“Huh,” Silas stared up at the loft, testing the atmosphere. Yep, that’s where his frisson of sexual lust awareness had come from. “O-kay. Thanks,” and he slipped the waitperson a tip before making his way towards the wall and the access to the upper level.
Evidently the privacy spell included the elevator. No one paid any attention to the glass tube and its occupant as it rose to the higher level. Silas took the opportunity to adjust himself to a more comfortable position in his pants, squeezing his cock to discourage his libido from revealing his eagerness. It had been a while. He’d been busy, first with Fern’s disappearance and meeting her current lover who happened to be a demon he knew and then there was that banishment of the being that had caused the latest storm surge on the gulf coast. Most of the non-magical community didn’t realize what was behind many of the disasters in this world’s plane; choosing instead to believe in science and not seeing the magic behind the science. He’d earned this release of tension. He just hoped that it didn’t require a need to expel, Fern wasn’t the only family member who was proficient with demon removal, the demon he was meeting in the loft.
The elevator tube slowly revealed the individual who Silas assumed had invited him up to bar’s loft. The waitperson hadn’t lied. That was a whole lotta male demon. With some slight trepidation Silas paused before stepping out of the glass enclosure. An appreciative smile had grown on the demon’s face and he’d patted the seat beside him, well within grabbing range, before spreading his legs wide enough for someone to kneel between them.
“How resilient is the privacy spell up here?” Silas asked leaning against the side of the elevator he’d just exited.
“You mean if you lobbed a spell at me?” had been grinned, in a voice that Silas had only just not shivered in lust at.
“One. Stop that. Any attraction between us will be un-magically enhanced. And two, yes.”
“You are a lot like Ezz described. I approve of your cousin.”
“Huh. She wasn’t trying very hard then.”
That drew a laugh. “Ezz was standing beside her ready to grab her up and protect her from my taking her for myself. He didn’t need to worry. I prefer the male version.”
“From my experience so far with you, I think I got that. You hunting?”
“Yes and having met you, yes. A bit of business with pleasure.”
“Business. Want to explain that for me?”
“Maybe. But right now I’m thinking of pleasure and after, we can talk about my other business which you might be of help with if what Ezz has told me is true. You as powerful as your cousin?”
“She bloomed into her power early. I’ve caught up and maybe more but one protects family instead of hurting them and at Fern’s and my levels it doesn’t do to pit powers against each other just for pissing rights.”
The demon nodded in approval. “I’m Nick. Any name usage to the contrary is for close friends and family only.”
“So asshole is unacceptable?”
“Not under the right conditions.”
“Such as?”
“If I stop at a time when you’d strenuously not want me to stop.”
Silas felt goosebumps rise all over his body. “So we’re agreed nothing non-consensual.”
“Totally consensual except when we both know that afterwards it would have been.”
“Excuse me?”
“IF things work out between us, there will be times when you or I will try to take things up a notch into areas we wouldn’t initially think we’d want. We’ll talk it out.”
“Hmmm.”
“For now,” that phantom hand slipped into the position Silas had experienced before meeting Nick, dry fucking behind Silas’ balls, “I hear you’ve got a mouth that is worthy of a death wish.”
“Ezz talks too much.” The fingers stopped, “Asshole.”
“I figure you can assess my size and taste and I can assess your abilities with your mouth. Let’s see what you got.”
“That is my line. Just to be clear, finger up my ass or not?”
“With preparation, at some time during things. You might want to undo your fly and bring yourself out if you don’t want to just take them off altogether. I’m expecting that you’ll want my mouth to catch what I milk from you. Any problems with being upside down?”
“Up-side down… ?”
“I’m thinking that at sometime we’ll do a 69 while I raise and lower you, fucking your mouth onto my cock.”
“Fuck!” Silas toed off his shoes and had his pants down and off, his cock out and hard.
Nick’s eyes turned hot, “Baby, I think you need to get over here now,” his hands busy quickly opening his pants. “You can have your turn unwrapping me later tonight. I’m too hard to wait for niceties.”
“Oh, Baby. You’ll never fit that anywhere except my mouth, but I believe I can do justice to what you’ve got.”
That drew a moaned chuckle from Nick. “We’ll fit eventually if this works out between us. It’ll just take some practice and skill. Let’s give this a try first.” He patted invitingly to the inside of his leg.
“Not a dog,” Silas said moving between Nick’s thighs.
“This work out, you’ll be my bitch. I’m that good.”
Silas laughed, “So modest and full of yourself, spouting that shit.”
“Demons don’t lie.”
“Demons can be mistaken of what the truth really is.”
“I can do this myself,” Nick wrapped his hand around himself, the red weeping tip disappearing and reappearing in his fist.
“But I can do it better. Give me that,” and he batted Nick’s hand out of the way to get his first taste.
Twin moans resulted.
“See, I told you so,” Nick gritted out.
Silas pulled off, “Fingers! Me! Now!” before fitting his mouth to lap and suckle and groan when Nick worked his magic and soon enough eased a phantom finger to stroke over and inside his entrance.
Part 12 - Demons with Issues
Pumpernickel & Silas McKenny - cousin of Fern
Title: Of course one meets at a club
Follows from: Part 9 - Enter Silas & Part 10 - Pumpernickel
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1378
He had no idea why he found himself in a bar. Perhaps like a bug, he’d been drawn to the golden lights, a thin smile curved his lips at his whimsy. ‘Hopefully there’s no bug zapper, though,’ he paused to consider, ‘ then again that might be interesting. Exciting anyway.’ A familiar tingling traveled up and down his spine, something he hadn’t felt in a while. Someone compatible, at least for now, available and interesting had set off his awareness-dar.
Casually Silas glanced around, scanning the others who’d also been attracted to the music, lights and potential hook ups. A hand smoothed over his ass, fingers tracing down the seam of his pants until they cupped up between his legs the center ones separating and supporting his ass and longer finger in the middle pressing up behind his balls. That definitely got his attention which hardened in interest. So demon… probably. Only a demon would be so capitably forward, and that middle finger was stroking back and forth where it was situated. There was no one physically there but … there was.
“Fucking ass demon.”
A quiet chuckle, barely audible to him, feathered over his ear and with a quick squeeze the hand left him.
“Sir, a party in the loft wonders if you’d like to join him,” one of the tasty fae waitpersons asked him.
“Where?”
“Up there,” was indicated. “the private lift is against the wall and will take you up. There’s a privacy spell in place,” was added discretely in a whisper. “Anything that happens up there, no one will see or hear. He’s quite ...” the waitperson licked his lips.
“He is, is he?” and was answered with a nod.
“And he’s big.”
Silas looked at the fae, “and you know this personally?” He did not want to be anyone’s fuck bunny of the hour, replaced with another before the taste of a drink could wash the taste of seed from his mouth or in this case probably from his ass if the demon got more lucky than anyone else.
“I wish,” was the answer, “but looking at him, it’s ‘very’ evident.” That ‘very’ was stressed with a heaven-ward roll of the waitperson’s eyes.
“Huh,” Silas stared up at the loft, testing the atmosphere. Yep, that’s where his frisson of sexual lust awareness had come from. “O-kay. Thanks,” and he slipped the waitperson a tip before making his way towards the wall and the access to the upper level.
Evidently the privacy spell included the elevator. No one paid any attention to the glass tube and its occupant as it rose to the higher level. Silas took the opportunity to adjust himself to a more comfortable position in his pants, squeezing his cock to discourage his libido from revealing his eagerness. It had been a while. He’d been busy, first with Fern’s disappearance and meeting her current lover who happened to be a demon he knew and then there was that banishment of the being that had caused the latest storm surge on the gulf coast. Most of the non-magical community didn’t realize what was behind many of the disasters in this world’s plane; choosing instead to believe in science and not seeing the magic behind the science. He’d earned this release of tension. He just hoped that it didn’t require a need to expel, Fern wasn’t the only family member who was proficient with demon removal, the demon he was meeting in the loft.
The elevator tube slowly revealed the individual who Silas assumed had invited him up to bar’s loft. The waitperson hadn’t lied. That was a whole lotta male demon. With some slight trepidation Silas paused before stepping out of the glass enclosure. An appreciative smile had grown on the demon’s face and he’d patted the seat beside him, well within grabbing range, before spreading his legs wide enough for someone to kneel between them.
“How resilient is the privacy spell up here?” Silas asked leaning against the side of the elevator he’d just exited.
“You mean if you lobbed a spell at me?” had been grinned, in a voice that Silas had only just not shivered in lust at.
“One. Stop that. Any attraction between us will be un-magically enhanced. And two, yes.”
“You are a lot like Ezz described. I approve of your cousin.”
“Huh. She wasn’t trying very hard then.”
That drew a laugh. “Ezz was standing beside her ready to grab her up and protect her from my taking her for myself. He didn’t need to worry. I prefer the male version.”
“From my experience so far with you, I think I got that. You hunting?”
“Yes and having met you, yes. A bit of business with pleasure.”
“Business. Want to explain that for me?”
“Maybe. But right now I’m thinking of pleasure and after, we can talk about my other business which you might be of help with if what Ezz has told me is true. You as powerful as your cousin?”
“She bloomed into her power early. I’ve caught up and maybe more but one protects family instead of hurting them and at Fern’s and my levels it doesn’t do to pit powers against each other just for pissing rights.”
The demon nodded in approval. “I’m Nick. Any name usage to the contrary is for close friends and family only.”
“So asshole is unacceptable?”
“Not under the right conditions.”
“Such as?”
“If I stop at a time when you’d strenuously not want me to stop.”
Silas felt goosebumps rise all over his body. “So we’re agreed nothing non-consensual.”
“Totally consensual except when we both know that afterwards it would have been.”
“Excuse me?”
“IF things work out between us, there will be times when you or I will try to take things up a notch into areas we wouldn’t initially think we’d want. We’ll talk it out.”
“Hmmm.”
“For now,” that phantom hand slipped into the position Silas had experienced before meeting Nick, dry fucking behind Silas’ balls, “I hear you’ve got a mouth that is worthy of a death wish.”
“Ezz talks too much.” The fingers stopped, “Asshole.”
“I figure you can assess my size and taste and I can assess your abilities with your mouth. Let’s see what you got.”
“That is my line. Just to be clear, finger up my ass or not?”
“With preparation, at some time during things. You might want to undo your fly and bring yourself out if you don’t want to just take them off altogether. I’m expecting that you’ll want my mouth to catch what I milk from you. Any problems with being upside down?”
“Up-side down… ?”
“I’m thinking that at sometime we’ll do a 69 while I raise and lower you, fucking your mouth onto my cock.”
“Fuck!” Silas toed off his shoes and had his pants down and off, his cock out and hard.
Nick’s eyes turned hot, “Baby, I think you need to get over here now,” his hands busy quickly opening his pants. “You can have your turn unwrapping me later tonight. I’m too hard to wait for niceties.”
“Oh, Baby. You’ll never fit that anywhere except my mouth, but I believe I can do justice to what you’ve got.”
That drew a moaned chuckle from Nick. “We’ll fit eventually if this works out between us. It’ll just take some practice and skill. Let’s give this a try first.” He patted invitingly to the inside of his leg.
“Not a dog,” Silas said moving between Nick’s thighs.
“This work out, you’ll be my bitch. I’m that good.”
Silas laughed, “So modest and full of yourself, spouting that shit.”
“Demons don’t lie.”
“Demons can be mistaken of what the truth really is.”
“I can do this myself,” Nick wrapped his hand around himself, the red weeping tip disappearing and reappearing in his fist.
“But I can do it better. Give me that,” and he batted Nick’s hand out of the way to get his first taste.
Twin moans resulted.
“See, I told you so,” Nick gritted out.
Silas pulled off, “Fingers! Me! Now!” before fitting his mouth to lap and suckle and groan when Nick worked his magic and soon enough eased a phantom finger to stroke over and inside his entrance.
Part 12 - Demons with Issues
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