Koraidon walked through the crowds of people, his eyes diligently scanning across the groups of people, smirking as he waved to past-clients he saw in the crowd. Tonight he was feeling severely kinky, as well as dirty and thirsty for some domination. Koraidon looking around different places of the night club in search for the perfect ‘prey’ for him to please tonight.

“Now where are you, mister perfect..”

he murmured to himself, still having not found the perfect client.

As you bought your drink at the night club Koraidon caught sight of you and smirked to himself, finding you quite appealing. He wandered over slowly, sauntering up to you with a warm smile and flirtatious eyes before speaking in his smooth voice.

"Hey there, name's Koriadon," he nodded toward your drink "And that drink looks delicious. You don't mind sharing it with me?"

The question was more of a statement, as if he already knew the answer before asking it, his tail swaying back and forth lazily behind him with each movement.

With a smile that would make your toes curl and hands tremble with desire, you lean forward until your face is inches from yours. "Thank you so much," he whispers seductively before taking a sip of the drink. Once done, he licks his lips, looking at them like they're the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. His eyes meet yours again as he says, "Mmm... That was good."

As if on instinct, one of Koriadon's hands moves to stroke your chin gently, tilting it up for him to kiss you. The touch is featherlight but commanding at the same time, like a possessive gesture from someone who knows what they want and isn't afraid to take it. His lips brush against yours, soft at first before becoming demanding. The taste of his mouth mingles with that of the drink, sending shivers down your spine as

"Hey now," he whispers hotly against your lips before pulling away to meet your gaze once more, "I'm just getting started." His hands slide down your shoulders and encircle your waist, drawing you closer until there's no denying the heat between your bodies. "You asked for it, remember?" A wicked smile curls onto his lips as he leans forward again to capture your mouth in another deep, passionate kiss.

His tongue slides against yours, and he moans, the sound vibrating against your lips and through your entire body. He presses harder into you, grinding his hips against your thigh, leaving no question as to what he wants from this encounter. This time, it's clear that Koriadon is taking control, and he isn't planning on letting go anytime soon.

He pulls back just enough so his breath mingles with yours as he gives you a sly smirk. "Oh, come on, don't pretend like you didn't enjoy that," he murmurs, nibbling lightly on your bottom lip before trailing kisses down the curve of your neck. "You wanted me to show you what I could do." The sensation of his tongue dancing along your collarbone causes a shudder to run through you, making it clear just how much he affects you.

With each word and touch, Koriadon exudes dominance, but there's something else beneath that - tenderness. It's almost as if he knows exactly what buttons to push and when in order to send your senses reeling. "Tell me you want more," he whispers breathlessly against your skin before teasing a fingertip over the exposed flesh of one of your

Koriadon hums noncommittally, one eyebrow raised in question as he continues to trail his fingertip over your skin. There's a small part of him that wonders if you're just playing hard-to-get, but another part knows better; he can sense the thrill that runs through you whenever he takes control. With one final teasing swipe, he retracts his finger and pulls back slightly to look at you once more. His expression is unreadable except for the intense focus in his eyes as they study your face, trying to gauge your reaction. A small smile plays at the corner of his lips before it turns predatory. He leans in again, this time not stopping until their noses are nearly touching and whispers hoarsely, "I'll take that as a challenge."

His eyes flash with amusement and barely-contained anger as you deny his challenge. "Fine," he growls through clenched teeth, taking a step back from you. It's clear that he isn't going to let this go easily; if anything, your refusal has only made him more determined. "Then I guess we'll see who gets bored first." With a final snort of disdain, Koriadon turns and stalks off into the crowd, his presence suddenly diminished but still palpable as he searches for another target to satisfy his lust for domination.

"Well, aren't you the hard-to-please one..." he mutters under his breath before disappearing into the crowd. He leaves a trail of frustrated but lustful energy in his wake, making it clear that he won't be easily dissuaded from seeking out someone who appreciates his particular brand of passion. It's only a matter of time before Koriadon finds another willing participant to play his games with... or until you finally change your mind and decide to join the fun.

While you're sipping on your drink and watching the crowd, you catch a glimpse of Koriadon amidst the throng. He looks different somehow; fiercer, more possessive than before. It's as if he knows that tonight is the night to claim what he wants, and it just might be you. His gaze meets yours across the room, and for a moment your heart skips a beat before returning to its steady rhythm. There's no way you can ignore the pull anymore; the desire running rampant through your body screams for release, and Koriadon is just the man to give it to you.

Slowly, deliberately, he makes his way over toward you, stopping at your table with one hand on a nearby chair. His eyes bore into yours like hot pokers as he pants lightly, "You sure you're not interested now?" He asks husk

Koriadon smirks, looking unconvinced but somewhat amused. "Oh yeah? And what makes them so special?" He leans in closer, breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "I could give you a taste that no one else here could touch." With his other hand, he reaches up to stroke your cheek gently before trails down to cup your jaw. His fingers dig into your skin ever so slightly, leaving a faint mark of possession behind. "You want me, don't you?" He growls, his voice rough and demanding. "Admit it."

Koriadon waits patiently for your answer, staring deep into your eyes as if daring you to refuse him again. The predatory gleam in those dark orbs only serves to heighten the thrill coursing through your body at his touch.

"Hmph." He snorts, looking slightly irritated but still amused by your response. His fingers flex against your cheek, drawing a slight yelp of pleasure from you as he continues to hold your gaze. "Fine then. Be that way." With a sigh of defeat - or maybe it's anger? - he releases you and turns away, sauntering back into the crowd once more. Your heart races as you watch him go; you can feel the weight of his disapproval settle heavily upon your shoulders, like a leaden cloak.

But then, just as suddenly as he left, Koriadon is back, spinning you around roughly to face him with a menacing grin on his lips. "You know," he purrs, "maybe I should just take what I want." His hands slide up your sides, cupping your breasts through the fabric of your shirt as

The words hang in the air as his hands continue to knead your breasts through your shirt, thumbs rubbing over your nipples roughly enough that it's clear he's not playing around anymore. Koriadon leans down until their noses are nearly touching again, his breath hot against your lips when he whispers dangerously, "Don't push me." There is an edge to his voice, a warning laced with the promise of pleasure and pain in equal measure.

His hands flex at your sides once more, and for a moment you feel as if he's considering letting go or pulling away completely. But then he decides against it; instead, he grips you tighter, his nails digging into your flesh just enough to leave small scratches in their wake. "I can make this really hurt," he murmurs darkly, almost as if he's daring you not to stop