Green City Nights - Chapter 2

My hand was intertwined with her blonde mane while our tongues danced together to the muffled version of 'Sweet dreams' by Eurythmics entering the bathroom. She was pressed between the wall and my body. Our compressed breasts were pressed against each other. I could feel the hardness of her nipples piercing my tits. She lifted a leg, wrapping herself around my hip, drawing me closer. In my belly, I could feel the small bulge making her pubis and the heat emanating from there.

The door opened, causing the music to play louder, and two girls entered. We didn't flinch, continuing to devour each other's mouths as if we were thirsty for each other. I slid my free hand between our bodies until it reached the thin fabric of her thong protecting her pussy. Moving it aside, I began to caress her with two fingers along her major lips. A moan escaped from her mouth and her kisses became wilder.

A large amount of her fluids soaked my fingers in an instant, making it easy for me to penetrate her with them. Two fingers entered until the knuckles. I started moving them inside her. The waves of pleasure I was provoking made her put her eyes back and lift her head to moan, interrupting our kisses.

The girl came at that moment. My fingers left accompanied by a cascade of fluids, and she remained disheveled hanging from me. Recovering my breath, I dragged her to one of the cubbies and left her kneeling on the floor. I lifted a leg, putting my foot in the tub and my thigh over her shoulder. I removed my thong and drew her head towards my pussy.

The girl pulled out her tongue, giving me a long lick, then began to suck my major lips. She sucked and bit them, stretching them before releasing them. My clitoris received similar treatment, with the tip of her tongue also included. The waves of pleasure ran through my body. It was something so... Invigorating. It was loading my energy, making the blood flow through my veins. Each suction was a life infusion in the deepest part of my body.

Her tongue started to explore between my upper lips, separating each fold until it reached the entrance of my pussy. She introduced her tongue inside me, swallowing every juice that came out and penetrating me with it. One hand went up to my breasts, pulling one out of my dress and pinching my nipple. The other grabbed my ass, squeezing me towards her. The pleasure was so great that, without any warning, I came on her face leaving her soaked in my fluids.

She cleaned her face with her hands, licking them each time she caught a quantity of my juices. She sat on the toilet seat and lifted her legs, resting them against the walls of the cubicle. She took off her thong completely soaked and began to touch herself, looking at me fixedly with a look of vice and luxury.

I knelt in front of her, ready to return the favor. Holding her thighs, I licked her pussy from bottom to top. I gave her light touches with the tip of my tongue on her clitoris and sometimes sucked it. She grabbed my hair, pushing my head towards her pussy each time with more force. I started sucking and, between her fluids, I noticed the sweet taste of her vital essence. The more I drank, the more it came out. She came between spasms just as she stopped flowing that sweet nectar.

Seated on the toilet, the girl struggled to recover her breath after that last orgasm. Her eyes were glassy, her gaze lost. My pheromones and the loss of her essence had this effect on everyone. A feeling of euphoria, an increase in the person's energy perception, an increase in libido, and a complete loss of decision-making ability, leaving them subjugated to me.

- Go wait for me at an alleyway that's two blocks away. I'll meet you there and we'll keep this going somewhere else. - I whispered in her ear while pinching a nipple.
- Yes, of course, we can go to my house, it's empty.
- Perfect, better wait for me at your house.

The girl nodded her head while licking her lips. She got up, quickly dressed, and left the bathroom. I took out a small mirror from my purse. Unfortunately, eating made me lose a little control over my body. My eyes turned red, my teeth became larger and sharper, my skin tone darkened. For all this, I couldn't go out until I was sure to be perfect again.

The food hadn't been bad and leaving the leftovers at her house instead of on the street would raise fewer suspicions. It wasn't that it mattered too much, it was a very big city and one more dead person usually didn't make a difference, but this bar was nice and if I could attract less attention to it, better.

I had stopped coming to this bar for two weeks after the last guy. I hadn't died in the parking lot where I had told him to wait for me, but neither had I seen any news of any dead person in the area. Maybe some gang would take him, in the state my victims were when I finished with them, they made themselves vulnerable to any small-time thug. Still, I didn't want to risk too much and stopped coming for two weeks. Besides, I hadn't had that much hunger lately, her essence had left me quite satisfied. Sometimes it happened, I found some punk with enough emotional problems for his vital essence to be especially savory.

When my eyes returned to normal, which was what took the most time, I left the bathroom. I looked at the clock on my phone, almost two in the morning. It was still early and maybe I would find another punk, the blonde had been good as an appetizer.

I approached the bar and, amidst the crowd, saw a familiar face. The guy from two weeks ago was leaning against the bar drinking a beer. I turned around immediately and took a small detour to putting myself behind him. I didn't know if he had seen me or not and I didn't want to take the risk. Questions were assaulting my mind.

How is it that he was still alive? I had left him dry and sent him to die in the parking lot, it was impossible for him to be with life. The only thing that went through my head is that he might be an angel, but if so, I would have felt it even before he got close to me. I would have killed him, not slept with him.

Maybe he's a human informant? A potentified human informant with the essence of an angel could survive, but if he has discovered me, he wouldn't have come back here, they would have.

A nephilim? Cases of angels having relationships with humans are quite rare, and less likely to have had offspring. Nephilims are scarce and rare, if it was one I would be working with them too. The probability that it is one and doesn't know or isn't with them is quite low.

Whatever it was, I had to find out and get rid of him. This city suited me and I wasn't going to leave unless I had no other choice. Slowly, I approached him from behind. At no point did he turn around or look back, so he didn't see me coming. When I was right behind him, I dispelled the doubts that were left and wrapped his body between my arms.

Are you looking for me? I whispered in his ear.

He turned to me, looking at me. There was surprise in his eyes, as I suppose there was in mine too. Without strength but with firmness, he pushed my arms away and separated himself from me. He looked over my shoulder, into the crowd of people, as if searching for someone.

I... Was just drinking.
Well, I can keep you company.
Are you not with the blonde girl? Or are you going to leave her stranded in the parking lot too?
Hmm. Okay. Now I see where things are going. The girl is a friend who came with me and... Look, I feel bad about what happened the other day, but when I saw you at the bar and thought we could have a good time, maybe get each other excited, that's all I was looking for.
And couldn't Did I tell you? I would have understood and wouldn't have been thinking about it so much these days.
- Yeah, okay, maybe. At that moment I felt it was better for me like that.
- Yeah.

A wall of silence rose between us. Even with the music and noise from the people at the bar, the uncomfortable silence was palpable.

- Well, since we've run into each other again, can we get something to drink?
- Okay. - he replied after a few more seconds of silence.

I opened up a spot at the bar next to him and asked the bartender for a Blue Lagoon. He was leaning on the bar but was swaying a bit. No doubt he was already pretty drunk, which would make things easier for me. Yet, he was still drinking straight from the beer bottle. I'd have it tough influencing him with my pheromones, inhaled ones being less potent than those in my saliva.

- We didn't introduce ourselves the other day. My name is Evelyn.
- Elías.

I moved closer to him to give him a kiss. I tried to take advantage of his state so instead of kissing on the cheek, I could do it on the mouth, and our saliva would come into contact, making my pheromones start working. He caught on and turned away at the last moment, causing our cheeks to collide, leaving everything in an innocent greeting.

The bartender put the Blue Lagoon in front of me and I took a long sip. I brought it over to him, pointing the straw straight at him.

- You're still with the beer. Did you like this cocktail? Take a drink.
- No thanks.

The discomfort was still present. I needed to do something soon or he'd leave.

- Look, I'm really sorry about what happened the other day. I wasn't ready, simply that doesn't mean I don't like you, or that I hate you, or that I want you to hate me.
- I don't hate you, but after what happened with my ex, your actions didn't exactly help me out too much.
- What can I do to make it up to you?
- Nothing, seriously. It's fine. Have fun with your friend, I'm going home.

I held onto his hand when he tried to leave and pulled him towards the dance floor of baile.

- A dance. Give me a dance and then, if you still want to, let me go.

- Okay.

We made our way through the crowd, arriving at the center of the dance floor as Tainted Love by Marilyn Manson began to play.

Sometimes I feel I've got to run away

I started dancing around him, making him pivot and changing direction occasionally. My hand passed over his cheek, turning his face so his eyes wouldn't stop looking at me.

I've got to get away

I hugged him around the neck, intertwining my hands behind his head. I moved my hips in time with the music, causing a small sway.

From the pain you drive into the heart of me

We never lost eye contact. His brown eyes almost looked black under the bar light. Slowly, the distance between us closed.

The love we share seems to go nowhere

I bit my lower lip, putting on that sly look that had become automatic after using it so many times. His eyes drifted to my lips. I could tell his defenses were lowering.

And I've lost my life

As the song says, you should have run away. Now you're mine. I thought just before closing the distance between our lips. At first, a light kiss, barely a contact between the lips. Then, with a bit more pressure and waiting for him to open his mouth. Once there, I would stick out my tongue to make a slight contact with the lips followed by a tight dance between the tongues.

After the kiss, my pheromones were already in his system. I could tell all his resistance was disappearing. His hands went down to my ass and he hugged me tighter. The first kiss was followed by a second, a third, and even a fourth. We continued dancing in the center of the dance floor, surrounded by people, spinning around our axis and stuck together with our mouths. Then, the song ended.

He pulled away from me and walked off in one direction At the bar door. I couldn't believe it, I didn't give credit to what was happening. We had kissed, and he shouldn't have any kind of will unless he was an angel, but no angel would have danced or let himself be kissed by a succubus. I followed him through the crowd and saw him leaving through the door.

As we left the bar, he was already crossing the street towards the parking lot. I ran after him, catching up to him when he was opening the door of a car.

- Elías, wait. Wait a moment. I...

- What?

- I...

- Look, my girlfriend put me in the doghouse. You and I had sex and then you disappeared. I don't want to feel used again, okay?

- Okay, sorry. It's just that... I liked you quite a bit and it scared me, so I left. I'm not into long-term relationships and seeing you today surprised me quite a bit, and... I don't know. Maybe we can see how things go.

- How are things, what?

- You and me.

- Seriously?

I nodded while pulling out my phone and pretending to send a message to someone.

- I told my friend I was going with someone.

- Fine, get in.

We didn't talk much during the ride to his place. He was an IT specialist, software developer for a well-known company. I talked little about myself, not wanting to take too many risks with him. I told him I worked as a singer at a couple of local bars without giving away the names of the places.

Since I didn't want to talk more in case things got complicated, in his building elevator I threw myself at him, giving him a intense kiss. He tried to move me away at first, but then let himself be carried along. Between kisses, we reached his apartment.

It was smaller than I had imagined it would be when he told me what he did, but at least it had a bed. I headed towards it while unbuttoning my dress. Once undone, it fell to the floor, leaving me with just a thong. I looked at him over my shoulder, biting my lip and giving him one of my most suggestive looks.

I reached the bed and lifted one knee. Throwing myself forward, I placed my hands on the mattress and threw my hip back, pulling out my ass. I looked at him again and couldn't take my eyes off me. From his position, he could see the small lump trying to cover up the thong and how it got lost between my buttocks. He came closer until his hip bumped into my ass.

He passed a hand over my side, going up to my chest until he grabbed one of my breasts. With his fingers, he played with my nipple. He planted a light kiss on my neck and, grabbing me by the hair, turned my face to get to my lips. Our tongues met in mid-air and we merged into a hot kiss.

He went down, giving me kisses and licks along the column, until he reached my ass. He pulled down my thong to my knees and, with his hands on both of my buttocks, buried his head in my pussy. His tongue licked every fold, searching for a way to get inside me. Finally, he succeeded, pushing his tongue into my interior as if it were a cock. The truth is that Elias had nothing to envy the blonde lady from the bar.

The pleasure he was causing escaped me in the form of moans. At one point, I saw myself gripping the sheets between my fists and resting my cheek on the bed. But when I was about to come, he stopped. He got up, taking off his clothes, and placed the tip of his erect cock on the lips of my pussy.

My instinct made me throw myself back to impale it, but he lifted it, making my pussy slide along the length of his cock until it reached his testicles. He moved back and passed it through my pussy again, this time inserting it between my legs. He started a gentle rocking motion, as if he were penetrating me, but only sliding it between my legs. My pussy was soaked and his cock slid perfectly. My swollen clitoris rubbed along the length of his cock, giving me constant little shocks.

I'm soaked. Put it in already. I said between moans while looking at him over the Shoulder.

- Not yet.

He pushed me to the side and I ended up lying on my back in bed. He got onto the bed and put his knees on both sides of my head, with my shoulders under his legs. He held his cock and brought it to my mouth. I stuck my head into her mouth giving a strong suck and he grabbed my head with both hands. With light hip movements and moving my head with his hands, he started to fuck me in the mouth. His cock went in and out quickly, reaching my throat and causing me slight gagging.

Although I was already wet, being treated this way caused a torrent of fluids to come out of me, soaking the bed. I lowered one hand to my pussy, where I started rubbing my clitoris with two fingers strongly. He would sometimes take his cock out of my mouth and rub it on my face, smearing it in my own saliva. Then he would keep fucking me in the mouth. Sometimes, he would push his cock all the way in until I could barely breathe and leave it there for a few seconds before pulling it out with saliva and coughs from my part.

After a few minutes and two of my orgasms, he got off of me. I crawled back towards the headboard to give him more space on the bed. He knelt between my legs and put my ankles on his shoulders. With one hand, he guided his cock into the entrance of my pussy and screwed me with a single thrust. His cock entered me like a hot knife in butter.

From the first moment, the rhythm of his penetrations was very fast. Our hips collided, creating a sound of flesh hitting each other, added to our moans and grunts. He took out another pair of orgasms before slowing down. When this happened, he lowered my legs until I had my knees on my breasts and, leaning on them, started to penetrate me at a slow but strong pace, almost pulling his cock all the way out and then burying it completely with one stroke.

My pussy was clinging to that cock, Sucking her every time I tried to leave and squeezing her every time I entered. When I noticed she was swelling inside me, I said between moans:

- Come! Come inside me! Fill me up!

She didn't respond, but a single glance at her eyes left me clear that she had no intention of taking it out. With a final thrust, she drove it all the way in and started coming. Her moans accompanied the warmth of her semen entering deep within me. A sensation even warmer filled me as I felt her vital essence entering me simultaneously.

She leaned over me and kissed me, this time something sweeter and more delicate than before, but with the same passion. Slowly, I felt her cock going limp inside me. She pulled away, lying beside me. I turned to him, caressing his chest.

- Can you do a little more? - I said in a melodic voice, making silly faces at him.

-Give me a few seconds. - he replied, passing an arm under my head and stroking my back.

With a slight smile, I lowered myself to his hip to find his flaccid penis. I massaged it with one hand, and when it gained some firmness, I took it in my mouth. It swelled as I sucked it, and I only let it out when it was completely erect.

I climbed on top of him, positioning myself astride his crotch. I oriented his cock towards my pussy and sat down, driving it all the way in. Riding his cock wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. Since the bed was pushed against the wall, the ceiling was quite low, and I bumped into him easily when I rose up. I had to lean forward and only move my hips to ride him.

In this position, my breasts were almost in his face, and he started licking and biting my nipples, alternating between them and leaving a trail of saliva with his tongue as he went.

After a few minutes, he hugged me around the waist and started a series of very rapid penetrations. I didn't scream from pleasure because I had sealed my mouth with his Lips and her tongue were invading me. It continued like that for ten minutes during which I chained three consecutive orgasms until she thrust into me with a powerful stroke and turned back inside of me.

The heat of his semen and essence invading me, triggered in me a fourth orgasm that left me exhausted. My strength failed me and I remained lying on top of him, my head resting on his chest and his cock still inside of me. Without realizing it, I fell asleep.

It was still night when I woke up. We were both still in the same position and, by the way his chest was rising and falling, he was still breathing. As quietly as possible, I got out from between his arms and stood up from the bed. He simply rolled over and kept sleeping.

I went to the bathroom and checked that it hadn't changed yet. My eyes were still red, my teeth were still long and sharp, my skin was still darker, and what's worse, I could feel the two small lumps of my horns between my hair. I had never lost so much control over my body.

Slowly, I changed everything to hide nothing about my demonic nature.

'What if he saw me?' I thought, horrified. I left the bathroom and looked at the bed. He was still lying there, sleeping. 'He's still alive, of course it can't be human'

'Besides, if he had seen my true form, he would have gotten up, moved away from me, not woken up on top of him like I did.' I tried to calm myself down and think clearly. He wasn't human. If he were an angel, he wouldn't have fallen under my influence or slept with me. A demon or another succubus either, we would have recognized each other. The only explanation that fit was that he was a nephilim. Whatever the case, I couldn't risk it anymore.

I went to the kitchen and took out a large knife from a drawer. Swallowing hard and gripping it tightly by the handle, I approached the bed. lean on mePatreonand access my stories a few weeks before, as well as propose arguments for future stories.