Gabriel was outright smiling as he felt La Folia finally give in, her cry like sweet music to his ears. Blunt nails dug into his back through his clothing and he bit back a groan as she gripped him, her release soaking his fingers even more. She then slumped against him, breathing heavily into his ear. Her long, snow white hair pooled down his shoulder and back, a fascinating contrast to his black attire.
His leather pants were increasingly uncomfortable; but that only added to everything. He was hard, painfully swollen, and had he been a lesser man, he would have just spun her around, lifted up that skirt, and thrust in to the hilt. However, even as wanton as she apparently was, she was a princess. A virgin princess none the less.
Gabriel Umbra smirked as she said, "You shouldn't give cute nicknames to girls you barely know. But I'll forgive you this time."
"Well, you shouldn't let strange men you barely know play with your quim," he replied, "But I thank you for your lack of decorum."
Then she leaned into him, her breath hot on his ear. His own breath caught as it caressed the sensitive point. He suppressed a shudder as she pressed against him, all warmth and lush curves. He looked at her as she whispered into his ear, "We are not done yet, Gabriel."
The teasing little minx started to slide her underwear down her hips, thighs and to her knees.
He reached out and caught her wrist with a smile, his violet eyes gem bright. Gabriel wanted to see her splayed out upon his bed. Wanted to know what sort of a contrast her fair hair would make against his Bordeaux red sheets. He needed to see her open to him: pink, swollen, wet, and inviting.
And, most importantly, he wanted to ruin her for other men.
He pressed towards her, his hard length poking her thigh. "Not here Folly, hold on tightly."
Damn the car, I can get it later, he thought as he held her close and walked into Shadows.
The familiar wave of blacks, greys, violets, blues and the odd swash of red ripped around them. There was a dull roar that filled the air, the only sound in the odd corridor. The glow from Gabriel's skin was the only light here.
Grinning, he said, "I should take you to my lair to ravish you."
******
Forest blinked at the redhead mourning for the dead weed. Had it been a raven or a crow or some other helpless creature she would have mourned with him. However it was a weed.
She was about to tell him where the Wal-Mart was when a very Wynn like woman appeared. Then things got really weird, and really violent. A cyberpunk fusion of Birdman and Retro-Iron Man decided that the bitch had to die and crashed into her.
Forest was already in motion, to pull them off of each other when she heard the poor thing's thoughts. Or rather his lack of actual thoughts. There was something human in there, but it had been buried and replaced with instinct, need, and obedience.
Her stomach tightened. Twice in one night, she thought, ice forming in her veins. Twice within minutes of each other she'd seen two poor souls broken and brainwashed to act for someone else. Like that Roman Bastard try to do to me, she thought, pushing that disturbing train of thought away.
The Wynn like woman, Grigori proved she was even more Wynn-like in the fact she could take care of herself. Within moments she was healing her own wounds and had the poor thing strung up. She healed its leg too on a whim, but by damned if she didn't say, "That was rather exciting! Although it seems I have failed to answer your original question, Henry. I am here in search of some entertainment. The nights can be so boring sometimes, however it seems like there are still things that can surprise even me. I haven't been ambushed like that for ages."
"If you want some bloody entertainment go to the video store and rent Army of Darkness then!" Forest said, bristling as she moved between Grigori and the Iron Bird Man. "Innocent people aren't your goddamn entertainment."
She bit her lip before looking into the glowing red eyes of the creature who just attacked Grigori. She sent telepathically, hoping that it still had enough of a mind to reach. Please, calm down. You don't need to hurt anyone anymore, and I'll try to keep anyone from hurting you. Please, calm down. You're hurting yourself more.
*******
Ash nodded and said, "Or whatever. I mean, becoming a vampire doesn't mean your instantly wealthy. You gotta build up to that."
She clapped her hands together and said, "But beyond that. We need to go hire a whore to donate a pint at least, or you're not going to be able to function soon."
