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Noxturna​

Even from the street the loud thumping music of the club Noxturna could be heard, and felt. The building emanated a sexual energy that only teased at what lay within. Down an alley, dark save for the glowing violet neon letters that spelled out the name of the club, was a line of men and women ready to leave their real lives behind and indulge for a night.

As Lyn left the sidewalk, sliding from the brightly lit heart of the city and into its underbelly, she let her eyes slide across those waiting to enter. Black, leather, vinyl, red, PVC, straps, corsets, skirts. It was an array of fetish wear from the simple to the more extravagant, and it sent shivers up her spine. The hunger of her succubus blood boiled within her, and she flexed her shoulders, testing to ensure her leathery wings were hidden.

Stepping up to the bouncer at the only obvious door, she let her violet eyes look over his form. A tight black t-shirt that showed each muscle hiding beneath the flesh fit over her form, with a pair of slightly parted violet lips emblazoned on the chest. The man looked at her, and let his eyes slowly take her in from head to toe.

Letting him look she smiled. Her loose and wild raven black hair cascading down her back, a few bangs hanging over her sharp features, accentuated by the violet lipstick and black makeup around her eyes. The bouncer’s gaze crept lower, even as her lips parted, tongue sliding across her lips, encouraging the sightseeing.

Down her neck, the creamy, pale skin a stark contrast to the black leather bustier she wore, cupping her breasts firmly, most of the soft flesh exposed to the hungry eyes of onlookers. The bouncer let his eyes slide down the curves into the shadows of her cleavage, and along the violet lacing that ran over her flat stomach, before the leather stopped just above her navel, where the hard edge of muscles rippling her stomach threw the slightest of shadows over the skin.

The bouncer’s breathing had increased as his eyes reached the low cut top of black leather pants, snug on the hips and thighs, showing powerful and lithe legs as if a second skin. A belt of dark and hard Kevlar stood apart in its practicality from the alluring nature of the remainder of the outfit, nestled above the right hip and hanging low to drape along the left thigh, apparently failing its basic purpose, though the man had a feeling it was missing something that would normally be readily apparent on the woman.

Finally he came close to her knees, where the pants loosened slightly before sliding over a pair of boots of shimmering black leather. The toes ending in a narrow point, the stiletto heel adding three inches to the woman’s already impressive height.

Sucking in his breath, the bouncer glanced over at the line waiting to get in before finding Lyn’s gaze, a coy smirk pulling at the corner of her soft lips.

“I’m expected. I have business with Selena,” she said simply, her voice at once seductive and intoxicating, with a cold and dangerous edge. Her lip peeled back slightly, revealing her fangs for the briefest of moments to the bouncer.

The man stepped aside without a further word, and Lyn stepped into the darkness of the club. Crossing over the threshold into another world of pulsing light and heavy music, Lyn had to stop a moment.

From outside in the streets, the sexual energy had been a sweet taste to her unnatural senses, but in here it was nearly over powering. The scent of sweat and sex filled her nostrils, and beneath the loud bass that melted over everything, she could hear loud moans and screams of desire. She moved through the club, her hips swaying as the lights played over her form.

She felt gazes, from men and women both, gliding over her much like the bouncer had out front, but in here the club goers reached out. Lyn couldn’t stop the groan from slipping past her lips as she was stopped by a woman clad in thigh high boots, a short skirt hemmed with red lace, a red corset of satin, and a black opera mask through which rich blue eyes peered at her. Dark red lips pursed as she ran fingers over Lyn’s bustier, her body pressed tightly, her arousal high enough that Lyn could taste it in her soul, could feel it energizing her.

Business could wait, and Lyn felt herself giving into her nature, letting her own hands explore this woman’s curves, feeling her move to the pounding beat beneath her fingers. The two became lost on the dance floor, not knowing the other’s name as their hips rolled and hands explored. Bared patches of skin rubbed against satin and leather, lips parted before finding the other’s.

Passion burned in their veins as all around them hundreds of others became lost in the very same cacophony of lust and music. Lyn could feel others brushing against her, found herself moving with her opera masked partner through the crowd until they were near a booth in the dark corner, punched through only occasionally by the darting lights, which illuminated a topless woman with no cares. Her body rose and fell, breasts bouncing and glimmering with sweat as her head was thrown back, mouth hanging open in an expression of pleasure. Beneath her, a man grasped her hips, his cock vanishing from sight beneath his lover’s skirt of leather, the stabbing light playing across her bared chest showing dark red lines trickling blood for the briefest of seconds.

Lyn let her eyes glaze over the scene with a smile as the woman in the opera mask kissed her neck, tongue playing over her skin, before lowering down into the succubus’s cleavage. Lyn groaned, feeling the moist lips of her flesh, tongue darting into the shadow between her breasts, before she saw another man emerge from the crowd. Wearing a tight leather mask with only slits around the mouth and nose to breathe, and lenses to partially see through, he came up behind the woman in the opera mask, and ran his hands up her form.

She groaned, hot breath washing over Lyn’s breasts, even as the succubus let her eyes run over the pale skin of the man behind her, an underbust corset cinching his gut, his bared chest glistening as he lowered a hand to run along opera mask’s thigh.

Teeth scraped over Lyn’s breast, her hands rising above her head as she basked in the lust, fingertips toying with the wall, even as the man before her undid the zipper in his leather pants, and pulled his cock out. Without hesitation he pushed himself into the woman he grasped, who moaned hungrily, and grasped the wall before her, and started to shove her hips backwards against her new lover.

Lyn slipped out, gasping as her hair clung to her scalp, and continued to make her way across the dance floor. More hands brushed across her, as she saw flashes of skin all around her. She neared the staircase that led past the DJ’s booth and up to the VIP lounge. Her eyes turned to the side, and met the DJ’s eyes.

Shiver’s shock of brilliant blue and violet hair stood out amidst the dark colours of the club, the combat boots and gray cargo pants she wore a contrast to the garments arrayed on the floor below her.

Blue lips smiled at Lyn through the glass, and she lifted her hand in a wave, her uncovered breasts swaying slightly with the movement, her succubus wings twitching slightly within the confines of the box. Shiver never did like to hide herself, and in here everyone thought it was just a costume.

Lyn pressed her lips to the glass, leaving a violet mark in her wake, before continuing up the stairs. At the top the music was greatly dimmed, and there was a small enclosure surrounded by short walls with a single gap to enter. Two men in clean pressed suits stood by the entrance, but more dangerous was the woman in the smart business suit standing behind them, looking over her glasses at the approaching demon. The men were just that, men. The woman however, in her charcoal jacket and knee length skirt, hid a demon. The succubus pulled Lyn into an embrace and kissed both her cheeks.

“Good to see you Lyn. Selena is waiting for you,” the woman said, gesturing behind her to a circle of couches surrounding a glass table.

Lyn nodded, and strolled calmly over, and sat herself on one of the plush leather couches. Before her were three women, one she recognized as Selena. The owner of the club and the most powerful succubus in the city. She reclined in her seat, eyes shifting from the other two women to her left to slide over Lyn’s form. One arm was draped across the back of her couch, the other hand delicately held a wine glass filled with a thick white fluid. Her blood red lips curled in a smile.

Her dark hair was mostly loose, draping down over her shoulders, with a small bun gathered on the back of her scalp, held in place with long metal pins. Bright, slightly glowing, red eyes drank in Lyn’s form, and the newly arrived succubus couldn’t help but return the favour, taking in the slinky wine coloured dress that clung to the club owner’s curves, a tight bodice over her torso pushed her breasts together, forming a great view of her deep cleavage.

“Lyn, how pleasant to see you tonight. I see you’ve been sampling the entertainment,” she purred, gesturing with the wine glass to Lyn’s breasts, where a few clear red lipstick marks stood out on her skin.

“Let me introduce Lillian,” Selena said before Lyn could respond, moving her hand with the wineglass to indicate the woman beside her, clad in an almost identical dress save for the colouring of black. So much black in this club.

Lillian smiled in greeting, revealing long fangs behind her lips. So she was a vampire, Lyn thought to herself, not entirely surprised. It explained the naked woman kneeling between Lillian’s legs, lifting her dress upwards and seemingly kissing her thigh. When the whore turned her head though, she bared fangs of her own, blood smeared over her features.

“A pleasure I’ve heard rumour tell, that you enjoy yourself,” Lillian said, bringing a wine glass of her own to her lips, but the contents were a dark red and left a stain on the woman’s lips. Lillian gently took her whore’s hair in her hand, and guided her back to her thigh, where a few bloody bite marks stood out on her pale skin.

“I’ve been known to indulge in the passions normally reserved for vampires, it is true,” Lyn said, and glanced upwards as a woman in short skirt and corset wandered over with a tray. She leaned forward, and handed Lyn a wine glass, within the thick white cream that filled Selena’s.

Taking the glass she smiled and brought it to her lips. The cum was hot, and thick, but flowed over her tongue and down her throat smoothly. She closed her eyes and savoured the moment, before Selena’s voice rang through.

“About your task Lyn... is it complete?”

“It is. The demon is dead. There were no witnesses,” Lyn said, and Selena raised the draped arm above her head, and snapped her fingers.

Within seconds, a naked woman emerged from the shadows, and kneeled before Lyn. The succubus looked down, noting the tattoo on her lower back, wings on either side of a rose, marking her as one of Selena’s personal harem.

The whore brushed her long blonde hair out of the way, and started to gently undo Lyn’s pants. Raising her hips slightly to let the girl do what she wanted, Lyn looked over to Selena once more.

“I always reward good service,” she purred, watching as Lyn’s leather pants, and the violet lace thong beneath were pulled free. The whore groaned gently, and leaned in, parting the succubus’s legs, and slowly running her tongue over the slick petals between her thighs.

Lyn groaned softly, and ran her fingers through the blonde’s hair.

“I was hoping to go home after this. You don’t have any further tasks right?” Lyn said between her soft groans, as the tongue gently pushed itself into her cunt. She took another sip from her glass and kept her eyes on Selena, occasionally flicking over to Lillian who was enjoying the woman between her own legs.

“Still playing housewife with a husband that has no clue what you are, and a daughter going to school. Do you truly think you’ll get anything out of that life dear?” Selena said, enjoying the show before her as Lyn gently started to thrust her hips upward into the whore’s face.

“I’ve gotten a daughter. And a husband who loves me,” Lyn said, fingers tightening in the whore’s hair.

“He loves who he thinks you are though. What if he were to see the real you, as you are now. A slut, like the rest of us, and proud of it. You feed off sex my dear, and even now you savour the mouth of a woman outside your marriage. Most mortals call that adultery, you call it fun,” Selena said, and gently sipped from her glass.

Lyn had no response save a loud moan, her head leaning back on the couch as the whore brought her to orgasm, guiding her through the intense pleasure which shot right into her soul.

“You see Lillian. She lives a lie, but does not hide it from the rest of us. Only herself,” Selena said, watching Lyn’s face as her peak hit her, drawing out a longer, louder screech of lust, her juices gushing down the blonde’s face, making her skin glisten. The whore leaned back, letting Lyn stare at her nude form.

“You may go Lyn. But I will be in touch. The shadow is rising, and the light is descending. The time is nearly upon us,” Selena said, and dismissed Lyn with a wave of her hand.

Getting to her feet and pulling her pants back up to her waist, the succubus glanced down at the whore that had just brought her to orgasm. Selena was right, and she hated herself for it. Turning on her heel she made her way back to the stairs.

It was time to go home, to her husband and ten year old daughter. Neither having a clue about Lyn’s second life, and she wondered if she could keep the charade up. She wanted to, but for the first time, she wondered if she should.
 
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