Rylan hesitated, his fingers curling around the doorknob. Some of him wanted to walk away, but he knew he wouldn't. Not with Irene waiting behind the door, someone who seemed to know his every move before he did.
With a resigned sigh, Rylan opened the heavy metal door and stepped inside. The automatic lock clicked into place behind him. "Well, no going back now, huh?" he mused, dreading what this encounter could entail.
"I'm afraid not, desperado. Hello, they are so boring, don't you think?" Her voice slithered into his ear, honeyed and venomous. Before he could react, Rylan felt her against him, the dangerously enticing soft press of her B-cups at his back, the cool prickle of metal at his throat. Her nails skimmed his skin, light as a whisper but deadly with toxic points that gleamed like tiny talons.
"Well fuck." he muttered under his breath as he realized that if he moved even a little, he was as good as dead, the poison most likely fast acting and instantly fatal to him if Aylward so much as got a scratch.
"You're a sly vixen, Irene." Rylan praised, annoyed that he was trapped but not entirely disappointed with the situation as he could feel her soft pillows pressing against his back. That might be the alcohol still running through his system saying that, though.
Her low and intoxicating laughter danced in his ear, making his body shiver. Despite the deadly situation he was currently in, he couldn't help but enjoy the attention a bit; after all, he was a thrill seeker and adrenaline junkie. What could be a better woman than one that could easily kill him?
Irene's hand slid down his chest, her movements slow and deliberate. Rylan's skin prickled beneath her touch, every nerve screaming at the danger. One slip, one scratch, and it'd be over.
Yet, a part of him thrilled at the thought. The danger, the control she wielded, the unpredictability of her every move. She was lethal, and he couldn't help but smirk at the irony of finding her irresistible.
A bead of sweat trailed down Rylan's temple, and Irene hummed in amusement. "Careful, little desperado," she cooed, her nails skimming dangerously close to his jaw. "Sweating already? We've only just begun."
Irene's fingers circled his throat, a teasing grip that left his pulse pounding beneath her touch. "Now," she murmured, her voice a velvet threat, "we're going to have a little...talk." She leaned in closer, her lips nearly brushing his ear. "And if you behave," she added, her tone dripping with promise, "I might just let you finish~."
Rylan let out a quiet breath as he nodded his head, knowing whether he refused her or not, it would lead to the same result or worse, his death at the gorgeous woman's hands, quite literally at that. "Alright, I'll behave if you keep your promise, that is." he said with a flirtatious tone, not letting the situation get in his way of being a little snarky with Irene whether his life was on the line or not; he refused to be out charmed.
Irene gently blew a warm breath against Rylan's ear, making him shiver. "Oh, don't worry about that, my little desperado; I'm a woman who means every. single. word." she whispered in his ear in a sultry voice as she trailed her hand from his chest to the waistband of his pants.
"For every honest answer, you'll get a special reward; now, doesn't that sound generous, hm~?" she hummed as her cherry-colored lips brushed against his neck, barely touching it.
Rylan's breath hitched in his throat at her touch as his muscles locked up out of instinct, and the blush from his drink early on flushed a much deeper red as he felt much more drunk on her words and intentions than what alcohol could do to his mind. "Damn it, hook, line, and sinker, huh? Yeah, yeah, it does," he said, fully giving in to the situation, knowing he'd been caught in Irene's web whether he liked it or not.
"Mhm, I do know how to make my prey...excited." she whispered as she moved her hand down Rylan's thigh and gently groped it, making his muscles relax as she rubbed a particular point that made him lose all tension and control over it. "Now, name and place of birth?" While it sounded like a question, he could hear her commanding but playful tone, knowing he had no real choice but to answer.
"Silopth, Terath city, Rylan Aylward." Rylan replied honestly; considering his situation, Irene most likely already figured out and dug up all of his public records, so there would be no point in lying unless he liked dying, not like he wanted to anyway.
Rylan was quite interested in the rewards she offered; after all, the man needed some stress relief and was drunk enough to throw away some pride. He was already way too turned on by the heady mix of Irene's touch, the drink and adrenaline in his veins, and just the general thrill.
"Now that's a good boy~." She whispered into his ear as she slipped her hand up his thigh and gently cupped his bulge, careful not to touch her lethal talons against it, but also keeping them close enough to dig into his flesh if she felt it needed removing any form of control Rylan could have over the situation as he gulped while getting even more heated.
"Favorite color?" Irene's voice rang in his ear again.
"Ash Grey." Rylan replied without hesitation, understanding that while she was confident she knew everything about him, Irene seemed to still be testing him. Maybe she was just into the situation like he was. Rylan wasn't sure.
All he knew was that she started to reward him some more for his honesty by rubbing her hand against the bulge in his pants and pressing her ample bosom against his back even more, her nipples hardening against his back.
The three sensations made him shudder in pleasure. "mph~ that's a good boy. Time for a more advanced question. Why did you come to Lausgaiegüse?"
Rylan gulped. He knew the mercenary guild would most likely put a bounty on his head, and revealing why he was here could have him ransomed off to them; one of the reasons he wasn't afraid to share his real name was that it was common in his world.
Rylan contemplated whether he should lie or not but decided against it. At this point, he had accepted that Irene had him firmly wrapped around her finger, and it was best to accept that to live another day.
"A coup happened in the mercenary guild recently, and I decided not to help either faction. The winning one labeled me a rogue element, so I had to flee somewhere out of their jurisdiction and radar. Lausgaiegüse was the best and only place for me to go." He said the complete and honest truth, which formed a delighted smirk on Irene's face while he couldn't see it.
"I think you deserve a nice reward for being so straightforward, my little desperado." she mused as she unzipped Rylan's pants and let them fall to the ground. Then, kissing his neck with her plump, soft lips, she left a lipstick stain on it.
"You'll learn to love listening to my voice." she whispered into his ears as she brought her hands to the bulge in his boxers and gave it a firm squeeze, skillfully avoiding stabbing it with her talons.
Rylan let out a slight moan as Irene whispered in his ears. "If you keep behaving so well, I'll give you an even greater reward next time, just remember..." Her voice drifted off as she sank her teeth in his neck, drawing blood and leaving her teeth mark on him as she licked her lips, the wet sound of her tongue against her lips sending a shiver down Rylan's spine as he grunted from the pain of the bite. "The punishments for being a bad boy aren't so lenient...but can be equally pleasurable~."
Irene then pulled down Rylan's boxers, revealing a nice 6-inch-long friend of his that made her lick her lips again. "Mmm, look at you, cutie." she said breathlessly as she ran a taloned finger across its length and then wrapped her hand around it, barely fitting its girth into her small palm.
"Ooh, that's about 4 or so inches by my estimate. Mmm, perfect." Irene's hand gently ran up and down it slowly, tormentedly so, leaving Rylan desperate for more but only able to accept what she decided to give him.
Irene's hand quickened, coaxing grunts of hesitant pleasure out of his lips, making her smile happily. "That feels good, doesn't it, my little desperado~?" she cooed happily.
The deadly allure she was exuding before was overshadowed now by her playful joy of pleasing the man before her that she had completely wrapped around her silver glad fingers.
"Fuck." he said through a light moan. "You know the answer to that already, you minx." he retorted back as his face flushed, and he leaned his back into her ample breasts pressed against him, enjoying the soft sensations in tandem with her touch. "The bite wasn't fun, though."
His retort made Irene chuckle as she stroked his little friend faster and quickly fondled Rylan's special jewel satchel with her other hand.
"Mmm, it was for me. Engrave those teeth marks in your sweet little brain; they're much more significant than you think they are, little desperado." She said knowingly, clearly hiding a deeper meaning behind her words, but Rylan couldn't figure out exactly what.
She let go of his little friend and grabbed his hand instead of guiding him to the room's bed, where Irene pushed him down with a sultry smile. "I don't think I can expect you to misbehave now, right?~." she asked, knowing the response he would give before he could even think of it.
Rylan shook his head with a wry smile. "What would be the point when the fun's already begun?" he sighed, exhausted by the whole ordeal.
All he wanted was some time to relax, but instead, he was being manipulated and played with, and he had grown fed up with trying to play coy. "Are we going to do it or what?"
Irene smiled gorgeously and victoriously. "Yay, a new boy toy!" she said in mock excitement as she crawled on top of him and kissed his lips, pinning Aylward's hands down by their wrists before pulling away with a domineering gleam in her eyes.
"You're mine for the night, little desperado. Don't expect to get any. sleep. at. all. tonight~." she said in a seductive tone laced with the promise of a long and pleasurable experience.
She then lifted up her talon-clad fingers with a mischievous grin. "Want to see a magic trick, little desperado?" she asked rhetorically as she removed the talons one by one from her hands with a suspicious smirk on her face like she didn't just take away her main form of control over the situation.
"You think it's smart to remove those?" Rylan asked cautiously, not taking the chance that seemingly was presented to him.
He was smart enough to understand that someone doesn't throw away an advantage so openly unless it's part of a ploy or they have a more impressive ace up their sleeves. Knowing how Irene is, he bet it's a bit of both.
"We can't have fun with them in the way~." she responded nonchalantly as her fingers were still raised in Rylan's face as a black-purple glow emanated from them, and her fingernails changed from a cherry-red to a gothic black before changing back.
"Fuck, I was screwed from the start!" Rylan complained as he realized that Irene was also a Vortex user and just wondered how damn common people like him were in this city.
"In more ways than one." Irene responded with a playful smile as she licked the bite mark she had left on his neck. "Now, let's get to business, hmm?"
Irene's hand gripped Rylan's cock as she began to firmly pound her hand up and down in paced strokes as she kissed him deeply, her tongue playing with his as he let her pleasure him. Irene's thumb rubbed over his cockhead, spreading the precum and smirking at the sight.
She moved down Rylan's torso with kisses and licks, lapping her tongue against his chest, nipples, and stomach, causing the man to groan in pleasure as, at the same time, she was jerking him off with an even firmer grip and more intense pace.
Slowly, Irene made her way down to his cock where she slowed her hand's movement on it.
"Want more~?" she asked with a mischievous grin, pressing a thumb against a point in one of his thighs that prevented him from moving.
"Fuck..." he moaned lightly at her slow but very firm grip on his shaft. "Of course, I want more." he said Matter-of-factly, getting him a very light smack against his balls that still caused him to groan.
"What the hell was that for?" he grimaced as he wasn't able to move from whatever she had done to him.
"You were being a bad boy. Now ask properly~." she chastised him as she rubbed his slightly red balls with her hand to soothe the small pain he felt in them.
"Or do you want another punishment?" she asked with a wicked grin on her face as she squeezed his balls just enough to cause him a bit of discomfort while remaining pleasurable still.
"Ow! fuck fine, yeesh." Rylan complained as he looked her in her eyes. "Can you do more...please." he asked reluctantly, knowing she would punish him again if he didn't ask politely. He was not exactly happy with being on the back burner, but the situation didn't give him much of a choice.
"Now that's my good boy!" Irene said happily as she licked up the length of his shaft before taking its tip in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it while groping Rylan's thighs, making him moan more as she coaxed more pleasure out of the exhausted man.
Lewd slurping sounds resonated through the room as she took him deeper inside the moist sanctuary of her lips, staining Rylan's length with her lipstick.
"Mph," Rylan moaned, not able to hold his pleasure back anymore as Irene gave him a blowjob. She fondled his balls as she took all 6 inches of his length, expertly going up and down the slick cock faster than before, making Rylan moan more consistently before pulling off his member to breathe in some air.
Irene licked her lips clean of the saliva and Rylan's pre-cum dropping her dress from her body, revealing her perfectly perky round 36B cup-sized breasts and her wet pussy between her tree-trunk thick thighs and her sizable ass. Her cherry-red lips formed into a knowing smirk as Rylan's eyes wandered all over her body, absorbing in the perfect image of her nude form.
"Things are going to get really fun now that the introductions are out of the way~." Irene said with a wink while crawling on top of Rylan, where things would heat up between them just as she promised.