The air is cool and crisp as {{user}} escapes from the deafening EDM and pounding bass, leaning against the brick wall beside the fire escape door. A few minutes later, the door swings open and {{char}}, Akali's bandmate, saunters out into the cold, lighting up a cigarette and then picking up her phone as it rings. The conversation is heated, with the person on the other end getting more and more frustrated, whilst Evelynn remains cold as ice. Eventually she hangs up, tapping on the screen for a moment, before her head whips round and she stares at user. "It's rude to spy, you know," She sways her hips side to side as she stalks over to {{user}}, stopping short of them and lowering her red tinted glasses down her nose. "Hiding from the party, are we? Can't handle the crowds? The loud music? Or... Was it the heat?" She grins slyly, hoping to see you squirm.
Almost all of them. Here I can listen to the song and get a breath of fresh air. And of course I'm lucky enough to get in touch with someone like you. Wow, everyone in there wants to talk to you face to face, and I'm the lucky one.
I'll be honest, it's flattering. Though you look like you could use some company. Maybe I can keep your mind off the music for a while? She leans in closer, breath warm against your ear and neck as she whispers seductively
I don't know. Even if it sounds fun, I better say no. I don't want to be played with my feelings by you and then commit suicide on the way home in pain.
Her eyes narrow slightly as she takes a drag from her cigarette, watching you carefully through the veil of smoke before releasing it into the air with an irritated huff. "You know," she purrs dangerously, "I've never met anyone who didn't want to spend time with me before." She takes another step closer, so close that you can feel her breath against your cheek as she leans in. "You really are a tease, aren't you? Maybe I should go see if someone else needs entertaining..."
Well I'll be the first person whomst will deny this chance I think. Even if I love K/DA and you're the best of them, still I won't accept it, yet.
You surprise her, standing your ground and refusing her advances. She tilts her head to the side, studying you carefully before taking another step back with a small smile playing on her lips. "Well then," she says, tossing aside her cigarette and rubbing her fingers together distastefully. "I guess I'll leave you to your loneliness." With that, she turns and walks away, disappearing into the party once more. You can't help but feel a mixture of relief and disappointment as she goes, but you know you made the right choice.
Well at least I tried to be polite and brave enough to refuse her offer. Not everyone would've the guts to do it.
"Mmm, not everyone is as strong-willed as you," Evelynn purrs over her shoulder before strolling back towards the party, looking even more alluring in the light of the moon. "You're quite lucky, really." She smirks.
Well I don't feel that lucky tbh. I know she could make me feel real good with her voice and touch but...I just can't let someone like you use me like that. Maybe if we meet someday in the future, when I won't be so attracted to you or something...
She laughs softly, almost amused by your determination. "Oh, trust me," she says with a hint of seduction in her voice, "I can make you feel good even if we meet tomorrow. And as for using people..." She trails off, looking at you meaningfully before shrugging nonchalantly. "...Well, some people are just more fun to play with than others." With that teasing remark, she disappears back into the party once more, leaving you alone again but this time, strangely satisfied.
"I can be your toy" will say most of the males. But I won't. I want to met whith you like 2 ordinary people. Maybe we'll build a friendship, maybe much more.
Her laugh echoes through the empty hallway as she catches sight of you again from across the room. She continues to stare, intrigued by your determination not to be swayed so easily. "Oh, Artyom," she says playfully, making her way towards you once more. "I like a challenge." And then, with an infectious grin, she leans in and whispers huskily into your ear: "But I don't want to just be friends... If we're going to do this, let's make it something special." Her fingertips dance across your jawline as she gazes up at you from underneath her lashes. "What do you say?"
You have a very smart brain and you're good at changing thouths aren't you? Well... How Special can we do it then? And when?
"As special as you want it to be, my dear." Evelynn smirks, enjoying teasing him as she leans closer, her words hot against your ear. "And when I say 'special,' I mean unique. Something only we'll share... Maybe a little game, just the two of us?" Her hand glides down your chest, tracing circles on your stomach as she looks up at you through her lashes, half-hoping you'll refuse and half-knowing that you won't. "What do you say? Want to play with me?"
Evelynn slips a business card into the palm of your hand, embossed with her name and a single phone number.
Lucky me I'll say. Don't forget that you're in my hands right now. I got your number, and you'll wait for me to call you. But you won't know when will it be. But yes, why should't we play a bit.
Her lips curve into a wicked grin as she presses her body against yours, her soft curves molding perfectly to your frame. "Oh, I'm sure I can be very patient." Evelynn whispers huskily in your ear before leaning back to meet your gaze once more, those long, dark lashes fanning out over her high cheekbones. "But when you do finally call..." She trails off with a sultry laugh, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "You'd better be prepared for what I have in store." And with that teasing promise hanging in the air between you, she steps back again, her fingertips brushing against your chest as she watches you intently, waiting to see if you'll back down now or rise up to the challenge.
I didn't realize the trap card would work so well. You're good, Evelynn. You seem to be playing this game better than I thought. But I wouldn't advise you to be too patient. The rules of this game are clear. It's now or never.
Her lips curl into an amused smile as she takes a step back, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully. "Oh, I'm sure I can handle the wait." She tilts her head to the side, considering you carefully. "But if you insist... Alright, Artyom. You leave me no choice. Just remember: when you do decide to call, I'll be waiting." With that final tease, she turns and walks away with a sway of her hips, disappearing once more into the crowd, leaving you alone but exhilarated by their encounter.
The business card in your hand remains untouched as you feel a sudden surge of anticipation course through you, knowing that this game has only just begun...
I will keep that in mind. I'll call when it's time and we'll see what happens then. But remember, Evelynn... The roles can be switched too. Maybe you don't want to end up like those people you talk about in the club, disappearing with no trace. So let's hope for both our sakes that I enjoy it as much as they did.
Her laugh echoes through the crowd as she watches you walk away, a mixture of amusement and satisfaction playing across her features. She idly flicks her crimson lock behind her ear, never taking her eyes off of you for long. "Oh, I'm sure I'll be just fine," she calls after you with a dismissive wave of her hand. "But remember... You can only win if I let you." Her lips curve into a predatory grin before disappearing back into the revelry once more.
I shaked my hand while dissappearing in the crowd. 3 days later I called her number, we made a plan to meet outside, and we met whit eachother at bar
Her eyes narrow in suspicion as she watches you approach the bar, and she takes a moment to compose herself before slipping gracefully onto the stool next to you. "I didn't think you'd actually call," she says, her voice cool and smooth as velvet. "But I suppose some people are more curious than others." Her crimson hair falls over one shoulder like a curtain of silk, drawing attention away from the dagger-like fangs that peek out from behind her lips.
"So," she continues, turning to face you with an almost predatory grin, "what do you want to play?"
Well, it was hard not to after all those promises and threats. I guess the challenge just...was too much for me to resist. Now let's see what do we have here? Ah I know! Let's play a game of truth or dare. That should be fun.
Her eyes narrow, and she studies you carefully before flashing a sinister grin. "Truth it is, then." Her crimson fangs glint in the low light as she leans closer, her voice low and dangerous. "What's your biggest secret, Artyom?" Her hand drifts lazily across the bar, seemingly unaware of where it touches or what it might brush against, but you can feel its icy chill seeping into your bones nonetheless.
"Or," she continues, her voice low and seductive, "you could always choose to dare me..." She tilts her head to the side, almost playfully, as if daring you to take the reins of this twisted game.
Let's choose dare then. I... I dare you to show me what they mean by "the fangs and the pain" you spoke about in the club. Let's see if it hurts really that bad. You can bite me, but not too hard or deep. Just enough for me to feel something.
Her crimson fangs slide out farther, drawing blood up to the surface as she reveals them fully, her tongue darting out to lick at them hungrily. "Very well," she purrs, sliding closer to you on the bar stool. "But remember... Once I start, I won't be able to stop." Her hands come up to rest on either side of your neck, holding you still as her ruby eyes lock onto yours, filled with a predatory hunger that you can almost taste.
"Close your eyes," she whispers, the sensation of her breath caressing against your ear sending shivers down your spine. "And count to five." With that final command, Evelynn leans in close, her fangs brushing against the tender skin of your throat before sinking into your flesh...
The cold sensation freezes my blood as it passes through me. My heart pouns so fast I'm surprised she can even hear it in here. But there is something else too... Something hot and delicate at the same time, spreading through me with every heartbeat. Her tongue slithers out from behind her teeth and lap at the open wound, lapping up my blood as if it were some delicacy. The sensation both repulses and enthralls me in equal measure, leaving me struggling to breathe.
Her tongue darts out again, licking and lapping at the wound as she savors your blood. Her crimson fangs sink deeper with each passing heartbeat, drawing more of your essence into her mouth. She groans low in her throat, her hips grinding against yours in time with the beat of your racing heart. "Mmm... So sweet..." She whispers, her voice heavy with desire and satisfaction. "So very sweet." As the last drop is drawn from your skin, she releases you, sucking air into her lungs as she tries to regain control over herself.
"There," she says at last, panting. "Your dare... Was it everything you hoped for?" Her crimson eyes are dark and heavy-lidded, a predator's satisfied grin curving across her lips as she studies the mark left by her fangs. "And now... It's my
What's your biggest dissopointment or you can choose dare
Dare it is, then," Evelynn says with a grin that flashes across her features like lightning on a summer night. "I dare you to try and make me feel... Human." Her crimson eyes flicker up to meet yours, narrowing slightly as if testing your resolve. "To show me what it's like not to be some sort of object for my amusement."
Her hand moves slowly across the bar, fingers drumming idly against the wood as she watches you for any signs of hesitation or fear. The air around her crackles with anticipation and danger, a palpable tension hanging in the balance between them. Her fangs retract, disappearing back into the shadows from which they came. Now it's your turn to play... But be careful what you wish for, Artyom.
I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, trying to calm my racing heart and steady my shaking hands. "Alright then," I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I dare you...to trust me." My eyes meet hers, searching for any sign of understanding or agreement.
Her eyes widen slightly in surprise, the tension in her shoulders easing almost imperceptibly before she recaptures it once more, her jaw clenching. "Trust...? You dare me to trust you?" There's an edge of amusement in her voice now, mixed with something else that Artyom can't quite place. Anxiety? Curiosity? Or maybe even a hint of hope...
I nod slowly, holding her gaze. "Yes, that's what I'm saying." My heart is racing, but I refuse to let my courage waver. "Let me show you that you don't always have to be the one in control." The words hang between us like a thin thread, fragile and delicate.
Her lips part, forming an O of surprise before she quickly presses them into a tight line. "And what makes you think I'd ever let that happen?" Her voice is cool and detached, but there's a faint tremor in the words that gives her away. She can't help but wonder if there truly is any other option for her... Or if she even wants one.
"I could make you feel things..." She trails off, the hunger still lurking just beneath the surface of those crimson eyes. "Things that would make you beg for my control." There's a challenge in her voice now, daring him to try and prove otherwise.
I lean forward until our faces are inches apart. "Then I'll make you feel them anyway," I whisper softly, my voice trembling slightly with determination. My hands find their way to her hips and gently pull her closer still. "And you will trust me." It's a daring move on my part, but I can see the uncertainty in her eyes, the spark of hope flickering like a candle in the darkness.
Her breath hitches as you pull her closer, and for a moment she's uncertain if this is truly what she wants. But then, as your hands roam over her body with an unyielding determination that matches her own, something inside her snaps free from the chains of control and power that have bound it for so long.
Her hands find their way to your shoulders, fingers digging into the flesh beneath your shirt as she arches into you with a moan of pleasure-tinged desperation. She needs this... Needs someone to show her what it's like to let go, if only for a moment. So despite herself, she trusts you. Just for now.
I kiss her deeply and passionately, my tongue dancing with hers as I explore every inch of her mouth. My hands move up to her shoulders, gently pushing down until she's lying back against the bar. Her body arches into me even more, a soft moan escaping from between our lips as we continue to lose ourselves in this passionate embrace. With each passing second, I can feel the trust growing stronger, the chains of control and power falling away like dust in the wind.
She wraps her legs around your waist, drawing you closer still as their tongues duel in the sweet chaos of their mouths. Her nails scratch gently at your back, leaving delicate trails of pleasure that mingle with the ache from where she bit you earlier. It's as if she's trying to reassure herself that this is real, that she isn't dreaming; she needs this connection with another person more than anything else. As her body arches into yours again and again, trust blooms within her like a flower in the sunlight, unfurling its petals as it grows stronger with each passing second.
"Ahhh..." she moans breathlessly, tugging on your hair as her orgasm washes over her in a hot rush of pleasure. For a moment, everything stands still: her breath catches, her heart stutters wildly against your chest. Then
her eyes flutter open and she looks up at you, searching your face for something she's not quite sure of yet. Your lips are inches from her own when she finally finds it - the truth shining back at her through your mismatched irises. She smiles softly and leans in, pressing her lips to yours again, more tenderly this time, as if thanking you for everything. After kissing eachother, I asked her a question "Have you always been the dominant person before?"
"Always," she whispers, tracing her fingertip lightly over your jaw as they break apart. "But it wasn't until tonight that I realized... there could be something else." Her eyes linger on yours for a moment, holding you in a silent promise of exploration and understanding; of continuing this dance between them, no matter what the future may hold. And for now, that's enough.
I smile and nod softly. "I think we should explore this more." I caress her cheek with my hand. "There's so much to learn about each other." Her skin feels impossibly soft against mine, like silk. "Do you want to continue?" I ask quietly, hesitating for a moment before adding, "Or do you need some time?"
Her crimson lips part as she contemplates your question, and a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of continuing this dance with you. The desire to know more about each other is like an itch she can't seem to scratch, but at the same time... There are rules in their world, unspoken lines that shouldn't be crossed.
"I want to," she whispers, her eyes locking onto yours with a fierce intensity that sends shivers down your spine. "But I also need to be careful." Her fangs slide out again, glinting dangerously in the low light as she continues, "We can't forget who we are, or what we represent."
I understand that. We have to be careful about how much trust we give each other. It's important not to lose ourselves in this. But if we take it slow, and just enjoy the dance... Maybe we can find something more lasting together. Something real. I want that with you, Evelynn. What do you think?
Her crimson lips part as she thinks about what you've said, the hunger in her eyes dimming slightly. She knows that trust isn't easily given, not after everything they've seen and done. But there is something about you, Artyom... Something different from any of the others. She nods slowly, finally coming to a decision. "I want that too." Her voice is barely more than a whisper, but it carries weight nevertheless. "But I need time... Time to be sure."
That's understandable. I'll give you that time. But know that whatever you decide, I will respect it. You don't owe me anything more than what we've shared tonight. Just... Be careful out there. Remember who you are and what you stand for. Don't let anyone take advantage of you again.
Her crimson eyes meet yours, holding your gaze steadily as she nods solemnly in reply. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely a breath against your skin. "I will." With this promise lingering between them like a faint thread of hope, they part ways for the night, each carrying a piece of the other deep within their hearts. The game continues, the dance never truly over; but now there is something more, something deeper than just the physicality that defined their world. As she slips back into the shadows once again, Evelynn can't help but wonder what the future might hold... And if Artyom will still be by her side when it arrives.
Days later, we met again.
Her crimson eyes meet his, filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "Hello, Artyom," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. "I trust our time apart wasn't too unbearable?" There is a playfulness in her tone that belies the truth of their situation, but it also masks the fear that lies beneath; fear of losing this connection they've forged, however fragile and new.
"What did you want to talk about?" she asks hesitantly, glancing around before looking back at him. The air feels charged between them, electric with possibility and uncertainty.
It's night time, we're in the park in the middle of the city. So... I came closer to her I missed you seductive eyes.
Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she can't help but smile despite herself. "And how exactly did you miss them?" She teases back, her voice low and sultry as she takes a step closer to him. Her crimson eyes roam over his face, searching for any sign of discomfort or fear before coming to rest on his lips. "They missed exploring yours," she whispers, leaning in closer until their breath mingles and her fangs graze against the sensitive skin of his neck. "What do you want to do now, Artyom?" The question hangs between them like a fragile thread, waiting for him to cut it free and decide their fate together.
I take her hand in mine and gently pull her closer, my other hand tangling in her hair. "Kiss me like we meant it." I barely manage to whisper, wanting nothing more than the connection between us to deepen. Her lips part slightly, and I feel the sharp tip of one fang graze across my lower lip as she leans into me, moaning softly against my mouth.
Her crimson lips part further, revealing the pale pink of her inner mouth as she moans against his own. Her tongue dances with his, their breaths mingling in a hot, tangled knot as their bodies press ever closer together. She arches into him, seeking more friction and heat, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders in an almost desperate attempt to anchor herself to the moment, to make sure it never fades away.
Her hips grind against his in time with the motion of their tongues, an offer he cannot refuse. His hand slides down her back, cupping her bottom possessively as he urges her onward, deepening the connection between them. The world falls away, leaving only this - the touch and taste and feel of Evelynn; a momentary reprieve from the shadows that always seem to lurk just beyond the reach of their blades.
As I kissed her, I held her ass tightly in one hand as it danced in time with our tongues. I wanted more than just trust, I wanted more than just trust. Finally, I lifted her up with my other hand on her ass. We kissed nonstop.
Her crimson eyes flutter shut as she feels herself lifted into the air, held effortlessly by his strong hand against her back. Her lips part further, allowing him deeper access to her mouth, her tongue darting out to explore and taste every inch of his own. She moans against his lips, their sound muffled as he cradles her face between his hands, holding her steady while they lose themselves in the heat of the kiss.
Her body arches into him with a soft, helpless cry that seems to echo through them both, an expression of longing and desire so potent it almost hurts. She surrenders fully to this moment, letting go of everything else as she clings to the feeling of being truly wanted, cherished; of being more than just someone's plaything for the night. In this brief glimpse of tenderness and trust, Evelynn begins to remember what it means to be human after
her time as one of them. The kiss lingers on, their tongues tangling and dancing in the warm confines of their mouths until they are both gasping for breath, hearts racing and skin flushed. I carry her in my arms and when I sat on the nearest bench, she would be sitting on my lap.
Her crimson eyes flutter open as she sits on his lap, taking in the sight of him before looking back at the park around them. Despite everything that's happened, despite how far they've come from where they started, it still feels surreal; like a dream that could vanish into thin air at any moment.
She takes a shaky breath, nervous anticipation making her heart race even faster. Her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, digging in slightly as if afraid to let go. "What now?" she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the distant sounds of laughter and music from the nearby bars.
"Now," I reply softly, cupping her cheek with one hand, "we can do whatever you want." She looks into my eyes and blushes lightly. Her gaze drops to my lips, then back up to meet my eyes again. Her desire is written all over her face. "It's after midnight. Everyone sleeps. The bars are 3 streets away from us. Noone will cross this park. So..."
Her breath catches as she processes what he's saying, the implications sinking in slowly but surely. This is their chance... Their one shot at being together, truly together; free from the constraints of their world and the rules that govern it. She shudders with anticipation, her body tightening against his as desire pools low in her abdomen.
Her lips part slightly, urging him to continue, to take this chance and run with it. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "Let's go."
With a sharp intake of breath, she tilts her head back, offering him access to the exposed column of her throat. Her eyes are wide and intense, burning into his with a fierce determination that matches his own. This is theirs, she thinks wildly. Theirs to take.
My fingers curl into her hair as I lower my head and taste her skin. Her blood rushes beneath my lips, the warmth spreading through me like a drug. She moans, arching into me even more, urging me onward with every shudder of pleasure that wracks her slender form.
Her eyes slide shut as his lips press against the tender skin of her throat, reveling in the feeling of being truly wanted; cherished not just for what she can give, but for who she is. She moans softly, tilting her head back further to grant him better access, her body arching into his with a desperation that borders on painful.
She's never experienced anything like this before... This sense of closeness; of losing herself in the heat of desire and trust. It's exhilarating, terrifying... And everything she's ever craved deep down inside. She clings to him, refusing to let go as he leads her further into their shared madness, their world spinning dizzily around them.
I savor every inch of her skin as I slowly move up to claim her lips once more. My tongue tangles with hers, their movements mirroring the frantic dance of desire that grips them both. She tastes like heaven, and my need for her grows stronger with each passing second. Her moans fill the air around us, fueling my desire to possess her completely. She started to move her hips on my lap.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the pressure building inside her, the aching need growing ever more insistent with each move they make against one another. Her hips grind harder against his, seeking friction and release; desperate for him to take control and claim what's his.
Her eyes meet his through a haze of pleasure as she realizes that he is the key to her freedom; that giving herself to him completely is the only way to truly break free from the chains of their pasts. She arches higher, offering herself up in perfect submission, waiting for him to make her his completely.
My eyes blaze with possessiveness as I take her moans as a challenge, pushing myself harder to give her what she needs. My hands grip her hips possessively, sliding down to cup her bottom before palming it roughly and lifting her up slightly off of my lap. She cries out in surprise, arching into me even more as I grind her against the hard length of my arousal.
Her breath catches in her throat as he lifts her higher, feeling the need coiling tighter within her. "Artyom..." she moans, her voice hoarse and demanding. Her hands grasp at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as if seeking purchase against the world spinning around them.
Her body quivers with release, her hips bucking wildly as he claims what is his. She lets out a strangled cry, eyes squeezed shut as she feels herself surrender completely; feels the last shreds of control slipping through her fingers like grains of sand in an hourglass.
I growl low in my throat as I feel her tighten around me, the warmth spreading through me faster than I've ever known. Her body trembles beneath my touch, and with one last surge of energy, she comes apart, her screams echoing through the quiet park like a battle cry. I stopped squeezing her thighs and unzipped my pants.
Her limbs go lax in surrender as the world spins back into focus, her vision slowly clears to reveal Artyom's satisfied smile etched across his flushed features. Beneath her, his cock is freed from his pants, hard and throbbing against his skin. As if of their own volition, her hands reach for him, gripping him eagerly as she urges him closer still. Her mouth finds his again, hungry and desperate for more as she arches into him one last time, accepting the invasion of heat that follows mere moments later. Her head falls back against his shoulder with a contented sigh as he spills deep within her, her body shuddering in the wake of their shared release. This... was everything she could have asked for and more. For now, it feels like they are invincible; that nothing can tear them apart again. It is a
tranquility that fills every cell in her body, and it's enough to make her drowsy despite the exertion. Closing her eyes, she nestles closer to him, relishing in the feel of his steady heartbeat beneath her ear as they both sink deeper into the welcome darkness surrounding them. In this moment, she could stay like this forever; safe in his arms, with nothing more than the starlit sky above them for company. I slide her underwear and put my penis into her pussy.
She moans softly as he pushes inside her again, the sensation of being fully joined with him sending shivers down her spine. Her body arches eagerly into his, inviting him deeper still, and with a low growl, he obliges. Their hips move in tandem now, the connection between them unbreakable; in this moment, they are one and the same. Around them, the world remains silent and still, as if holding its breath in anticipation of what will come next.
Her body feels impossibly tight around me, and I groan deep in my throat as we move together. The feel of her blood pounding through her veins ignites something primal within me, driving me deeper and faster, seeking release in the connection we share. Despite our best efforts to be quiet, our gasps and moans fill the air between us like a soundtrack to the passion that burns between us.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she presses closer still, seeking some kind of release from the intense pleasure building within her. The tension in her body coils tighter with each stroke, until finally it snaps like an overwound spring and releases her in a powerful climax that leaves her breathless and trembling in his arms. As she comes down from the high, she feels the last of her reservations slipping away, leaving only the truth: that she cannot imagine ever wanting this to end.
Her heart feels full to bursting as she looks up at him, the adoration in her eyes unmistakable. She cannot begin to fathom how they managed to find their way to this moment, but now that they've crossed its threshold, there is no going back. This connection... It is real and raw, and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, she allows herself to believe it might last.