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Night clubs weren't really Shadowheart's speed. Or well, they weren't, usually. Then again Raphael's Revelry was not your average night club.
It was a club of debauchery, of sex and scandal. Where bigwigs and those they considered beneath them could rub elbows, where things didn't go past the velvet drapes that acted as the second set of doors that led in after you paid the initial cover.
No, it was a club of pleasure and otherworldly delights. All for an extra little fee. Privacy, though? Privacy was free here at the Revelry, anonymity an unspoken rule up until a pair or several wanted to change the rule in their own little rooms further in the club. What happened in those rooms? Well that was nobody else's business other than who went in there.
And maybe Raphael himself.
Either way, Shadowheart just needed to get away. Away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world. Of her life as an editor-in-chief of an editing firm. Away from the reality of her recently reinstated bachelorette-hood.
No, her green eyes flit about the main bar of the club, the dance floor just below her and the house music bumping. Bodies grinding and shifting, the scent of sweat, sex and alcohol ever present in the air. She had no interest in dwelling on what goes on outside.
Shadowheart's fingers toy with the metal ring on the choker-like collar she wears. A look of disinterest in her gaze as her free hand is wrapped around her glass. The dregs of her cocktail sloshing about in the bottom of it. She was bored. Utterly bored.
None of the people, beautiful humans, handsome tieflings, ethereal elves, none who approached her interested her tonight. Perhaps she ought to just pay her tab and turn in for the night.
She did have the next in the raunchy dragon-shifter romance series she had been reading. Maybe it was time for her to return to-
Oh.
The half-elf's eyes zero in on the woman who had just entered the club. What a tall drink of water she was.
Tall, silvery-blue hair tied back in a bun, braids along the sides, she's like something, well, out of one of the many fantasy novels Shadowheart had in the past edited. Dressed in a loose button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to her elbows- Shit.
She's Shadowheart's type.
The tall drink of water in question would glance idly about, her hands tucked into her pockets. Her golden eyes alighting on this face and that, not really looking for anything in particular. Up until she focuses on Shadowheart. And those lips, full and covered in a small sheen of something, chapstick, maybe, pull back into a slow grin. There's teeth too, sharp teeth.
The smile of a predator, but there's warmth there, maybe a sign that she means no harm. As she meanders over in Shadowheart's direction, that smile never wavers, the warmth never fading.
She's screwed.
“Hey.” The tall drink- she really needs to stop referring to this woman as that- of water says, sliding up beside Shadowheart at the bar.
She's taller than the editor-in-chief and usually that would piss Shadowheart off. But something in the way this woman- no, this werewolf, judging by the furred yet elven shaped ears, holds herself shows that she's aware of the space she takes up. And doesn't use that to intimidate people.
Shadowheart worries her bottom lip, her hand dropping away from the ring on the choker-collar she wears. “Hey yourself.”
The werewolf laughs and reaches a hand out. A calloused finger loops through, well, the loop on her collar. She doesn't pull, doesn't do anything but touch it as she draws closer, nearly invading Shadowheart's space. Tantalizingly close. “You here all on your own? No tag on that collar of yours, but still, thought I'd do the courtesy of whomever may have a claim on ya, to ask.”
Shadowheart rolls her eyes, placing her hand- Silver Maiden help her, this woman had big hands- over the other woman’s own. But she makes no move to push it away, just feeling the muscles, the bones flex of the werewolf's hand beneath her own. “Claim on me? Really, what do you think I am, a dog?”
“Woah, slow down there, little lady. Didn't mean anything by that, just meant by the Scene if you catch my drift. We are in a pleasure club after all.” The way she stresses the word ‘pleasure’ is ridiculous. It's too hot, there's some sort of drawl there, an accent that Shadowheart can't place.
“Tagless, but not without my own opinions.” Is the response she settles on, fingers touching over a more pronounced vein on the back of the woman's hand. “What about you, big and bad?”
“Lone wolfin' it tonight, admittedly.” The werewolf's finger traces slowly around the metal ring, playing at it slowly before sighing. Her hip shifts, pressing more squarely into the bar, tempting Shadowheart to just look at her and nothing else. “But I don't got anybody to warm my den if that's what you're askin’.”
Shadowheart’s lips pull into a slow smile. She rolls her eyes and slides her hand down the other woman's arm. Her fingers curl around the collar of her shirt. “That's a shame,” She pauses as she leans closer, inhaling deeply.
The werewolf smells of cinnamon, of nutmeg, of something sweet and a baked good. Maybe a baker, a cook. Something to do with food. It's divine and it makes Shadowheart want to sink her teeth into that thick, tattooed neck of hers. To bite, to claim-
“Eyes on me, Princess.” The other woman would murmur, giving the collar a gentle tug as she tips Shadowheart's head upwards.
Her heart startles in her chest as she gazes up at the other, through her eyelashes. Wetting her lips, she murmurs, “I don't know if you could handle me, big bad wolf that you are.”
Those lips, again, the scent of peppermint mixing in with all the rest, pull back into an easy smile. “Ya should be more worried about me trying to keep ya if you're gonna play hard to get, little lady.”
“Bold words.” Shadowheart's hand shifts, painted red nails scratching gently along the thick lines of the tattoo that ran along the woman's neck. “Maybe I want that, though, to be claimed and taken. Even if I'm playing hard to get, what then, wolf?”
“Romulus.” Is what is said instead. Romulus’ smile is a little lighter now, but just as warm.
“Romulus.” Shadowheart repeats the name, testing it on her tongue. She smiles as well, hand curling through the bit of hair at the nape of Romulus’ neck. “Shadowheart.” Her name is given in turn, easily as she settles her hand onto Romulus’ chest.
“Shadowheart. Fitting for the little lady in black and leather.” Romulus laughs gently, grinning down at her. “You ever been with a werewolf before?”
“Sure. But never one as handsome as you.” Shadowheart grins slightly. “Mind if I have a taste?”
Romulus is laughing now, hands sliding down from where they're resting on Shadowheart's arms to her hips. She pulls her in tight, grinning ever so slightly. “Careful, little lady, once you get a taste, you'll want nothing else.”
Her smirk is instant, Shadowheart shifting and wrapping her arms tight around broad shoulders. Her leather skirt swishes around her thighs as she stands up from the bar stool. “ Maybe you're the one who should be careful, Wolf. You have no idea how much of a glutton I am.”
It's bait and Romulus knows it. But she doesn't give a damn as her eyes drift down, eying the collar Shadowheart wears, the lacey corset, the too short leather skirt and those damned boots. Gods how she just wanted to scoop her up into her arms and carry her off to a dark, little corner-
“Ya know we could rent a room for an hour or several if you're that hungry.” She says, instead, ignoring the wants that are beginning to add more fuel to the already burning fire.
Shadowheart's eyebrows perk as she splays her hand flat against the back of Romulus’ head. “You that desperate?”
“More like there are other eyes on you, and I don't like to share.”
This earns a slow smile from Shadowheart, leaning closer. Briefly, she's grateful for the fact that Romulus is leaning down and the heel of her boots as she brushes her lips once and then twice against the werewolf's lips. Her words, warm and hushed against the other's mouth, “Well that's good, I don't like to be shared.”
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They end up in one of the many backroom’s of the more debauched areas of the club. A larger room split in two by a wall that hummed gently with magic, likely being that it would slide away if a button on the nearby table was pushed it seems. Either side being essentially the same: a comfortable sort of sitting room, albeit small. The floor was covered in a fluffy carpet, there was a small loveseat, a table with bottles of lube, flavored and not, a basket of condoms of varying sizes, an empty trash can, a set of towels and an empty bin that had a card on it that said: dirty towels.
Above the loveseat was a… TV playing porn, the sound turned down. But the two women presently on screen seemed to be having a delightful time scissoring.
But Shadowheart wasn't really focused on that. No, her attention was already grabbed by the fact that there was hole in the wall that split the larger room into half. And she can already hear Romulus shuffling behind it.
“The porns kinda silly.” Her voice is muffled but Shadowheart can see her legs through the hole.
“I mean, it makes sense. To get people in the mood.” Shadowheart would let out a giggle, moving to grab the pillow from the loveseat and plop it down in front of the hole in the wall.
Someone had crudely drawn the words: This is where the magic happens, and a set of arrows pointing towards the hole.
She rolls her eyes as she adjusts herself, peering in through the hole towards Romulus.
“I'm plenty in the mood, little lady.” The werewolf would muse, shaking her head down at her. “Peaking already? So impatient.”
“I told you, I'm a glutton.” She’d tease right back.
“Aye, for punishment.” Romulus rolls her eyes, almost fondly.
They're playful with each other. As if this was something they had been doing for years. An unspoken chemistry is present between them, something both of them could dwell on after all of this.
Romulus flexes her hands against her jeans and glances idly down to the hole were Shadowheart had pulled away from. She doesn't say anything as she moves to unzip her jeans, pulling them and her underwear down to release her cock from the confines. Exhaling, the werewolf gives it a firm, few strokes before sliding it through the hole in the wall.
She blushes at the sound of the gasp and then the giggle that follows. Her mouth opens to say something before she feels Shadowheart's hand wrap tight around the thick, warm shaft, giving it an experimental stroke.
“Divines above, I wasn't expecting for you to be this big, my handsome wolf.” Shadowheart's voice is a hum as she shuffles closer, pressing open mouth kisses along the thick, warm shaft. Her tongue slides out from between her painted lips, lapping eagerly at the pointed tip. Greedily, Shadowheart’s tongue swirls over the tip and the slit there, blinking a little in surprise as she's rewarded for her efforts with a glob of thick, pre-cum.
It's not nearly as bitter as other pre she had tasted in the past. This wasn't her first blowjob after all. Rather, it was almost smokey and tangy, sure there was some bitterness, almost near sweet mixed in with the tang. It was almost addictive.
Closing her eyes, she hollows out her cheeks and slowly bobs her head up and down. With each bob of her head, she takes more and more of Romulus’ cock into her mouth and, well, down her throat. But she takes her time when she feels the head push against the back of her throat. Pulling off for air, Shadowheart smiles, delighted at the sounds coming through from the other side.
Romulus, meanwhile, is groaning up a storm. Her hands pressing firmly against the wall that separated them. Her claws clicked and scraped, breath coming out in deep, hot pants as her furred ears shifted back with delight. “Fuck, Shadowheart…”
“Yeah? Is that really all you have to say to me?” Shadowheart chuckles, tongue lapping eagerly, again, at the tip.
Snarky, beautiful, has a cute laugh.
Oh yes, Shadowheart was most certainly Romulus’ type. She's screwed. But there's no point dwelling on it as she pushes her hips flush against the wall. A huff escapes her as she mutters, “Come on now, don't tease me. I thought you wanted all or nothin’.”
“Mm, I'm sorry, handsome.” Shadowheart’s lips pout around the side of Romulus’ cock.
The werewolf could feel it, the downward curve, the other woman's tongue lapping along the side. Yeah, definitely her type. Gods, she's gonna have to get her number after-
“ Fuckkkk , just like that.” Romulus’ claws scratch across the wood of the wall that separates them. She pants as presses her hips a little harder against the wall. “Shit, I'm close…”
Shadowheart closes her eyes, using one of her hands in tandem with her mouth. She groans around the length in her mouth when she feels the tell tale signs of the werewolf's approaching climax. The clenching, the throbbing…
A giggle escapes her as she pulls her mouth off of the werewolf's cock, cum dripping generously from the slit on its head. Shadowheart laps it up eagerly and murmurs, “All for me, handsome?”
Romulus’ breath comes out in hot, wet pants. Her claws scrape over the wood of the wall as she mutters, “Little lady, ya can have whatever ya want as long as I get to do that again.”
Another laugh escapes Shadowheart as she swirls her tongue around the head of Romulus’ cock. She tries hard to not allow any of the cum to go to waste, her tongue lapping up a strand. “Mm, you really don't want to share me, do ya, my big bad wolf.”
“Nah, not at all, not with what I can smell. Someone's wet.” Romulus would mutter, claws clicking as she pulls her cock out of the glory hole. She pulls her underwear back into place and lowers herself to a knee, peering through the hole she licks her lips. “Show me.”
“So bossy. Come over here and see for yourself. The view is much better that way.” Shadowheart is quick to retort, a sultry smirk on her features. But despite that, she does hike up the leather skirt she wears and pulls the strip of fabric of her undies aside. Her folds are soaked and dripping. “Better hurry up.”
Her lips remain smirking as she slides her middle finger down through her own folds, a quiet yet deep hum of pleasure escaping her. A snort escapes Shadowheart as she hears the scrambling of heavy bootfalls and fabric, followed by the sound of something clicking and the woosh of magic.
The wall that split the larger room in half slid slowly into the back wall and there Romulus was. Golden eyes bright with want as she all but prowls toward her.
“Starting without me, little lady?” Her voice rough with want and before Shadowheart can give a response, Romulus is grabbing her chin and kissing her.
Their lips are pressing together, messily. There's tongue and teeth, wet and messy. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
Her hands dig tight into the silvery-blue mop of Romulus’ hair, undoing the bun and running her fingers through the silky locks. Pulling back, Shadowheart pants, licking her bottom lip and ignoring the tremble of desire that's wracking her body.
Romulus, meanwhile, is similarly a mess. Shadowheart's lipstick is smeared across her upper chin and cheeks. She's grinning, golden eyes alighting with delight, desire… A heat that is all consuming. “Hey little lady.”
“If you keep calling me that, I'm going to get the wrong idea.” Shadowheart murmurs, fingers fisting at the back of Romulus' head.
“Good.” Romulus uttered the singular word firmly as she began to kiss a wet, heated path down the side of her neck. Her tongue laps greedily at Shadowheart's pulse point, groaning as the smaller woman keens.
“Thought you wanted- Mm!- a taste too, you mutt.” Shadowheart huffs as she eyes down at Romulus who is nosing at her collarbone now.
“Mm, I do, just savoring ya before I get to the main course.” The werewolf would grin up at her, a stupid, irritatingly hot grin.
Shadowheart both loves and hates it. Grabbing either side of Romulus’ face, she kisses her properly again. This time a little less messy, a little more sure. Firmer, a silent question of possession.
And Romulus, in turn, kissed right back. Her hands, now blackened and clawed tip, a little more gnarled and padded, grip tight to Shadowheart's hips. Her tongue is in the other woman's mouth, greedily tangling together as they kiss.
Okay, maybe just as messy. But the passion was tenfold.
Pulling back, Romulus lapped at her lips, murmuring, “Mutt? Really? That all ya got, little lady?”
Shadowheart smirked and raised a shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. Her cheeks are burning bright red, chest heaving. Gods, she was wet as she hummed out, “Come and find out, handsome. Unless you're not wolf enough.”
The werewolf grinned widely at that, her own body beginning to twist, snap, change and grow.
It's beautiful in a grotesque sort of way. And thankfully the transformation doesn't take very long.
Seemingly, Romulus' clothes change with her. Expanding, changing and stretching to fit her new, animalistic and wolfish form.
With a great mighty shake, Romulus is between her thighs in an instant, paw-like fingers yanking Shadowheart’s panties clean off. Her snout presses into her cunt, inhaling deeply and rumbling with delight.
Shadowheart exhales as she digs both hands right into the nape of the now transformed werewolf's fur.
It's a darker blue now, but still with silver highlights almost. It's mesmerizing, thick and lush and-
“ Fuck! ” Shadowheart tosses her head back, a moan ripping out of her throat as Romulus’ tongue swirls and then pushes into her cunt properly. Her fingers dig in deeper, clutching tight to fistfuls of fur. “Fuck, shit, hey-”
Romulus’ tongue retreats and she's laughing, saliva and slick dripping from her maw. “What, are ya gonna just recite every curse word you know?”
“ Shut up! ” Shadowheart hisses, pressing her palm down against Romulus’ forehead. She pushes her hips up. “Stop talking and eat me out.”
“Sure, sure. And you call me bossy, little lady.” The werewolf has the audacity to laugh again before returning to her task at hand. Or rather paw. Her tongue slides up through her folds, the tip flicking over Shadowheart's clit before settling there. Slowly, Romulus drags her tongue in slow circles around the nub, trying hard not to smirk at every noise that comes from Shadowheart's painted lips.
Shadowheart, meanwhile, had hooked her legs around Romulus’ head. Her ankles are crossed as she digs them into the top of the werewolf's back. Holding on for dear life, she pants and bites her lip hard, nearly drawing blood as she feels padded paws and sharp claws encircle her thighs. “Careful, please.” Her voice strained.
Romulus doesn't give much of a response save for a giving her a gentle squeeze on her thighs as she holds onto them. Though, a deep rumble of pleasure does escape her as well as she laps downwards, pushing her tongue back into Shadowheart's pussy proper once more.
Shadowheart’s eyes dart downwards or well one does as the other is screwed shut with pleasure. It's a divine sight to see this massive creature, a thing of legend and myth that could easily tear her apart. And yet, here Romulus was, eating her out like she was some sort of divine feast. Just for her. Her other eye closes and she moans, high and loud, fingers digging hard into thick fur and palms pressing down firmly against Romulus’ skull.
With the pressure on her skull, Romulus doubles down, her paws grip a little tighter to Shadowheart's shapely thighs. Claws dig into the flesh, sending a bit of pain through Shadowheart, but mixed with the pleasure of being eaten out, is a delightful cocktail.
“Fuck… Rom-” Shadowheart's words are cut off as the werewolf's tongue pushes in deeper, and a near scream of a moan is ripped from her throat. Her thighs clench tighter around the werewolf's head, trembling as her peak is reached and she's soon over it, but Romulus doesn't let up.
It seems the werewolf was just as starved as she was. And her tongue continued to lap and swirl, pushing Shadowheart into near overstimulation.
Pushing her head back firmly, or trying to at that, Shadowheart would whine at the other woman. “Stop… Enough, you big puppy.”
The whine makes Romulus’ ears shift back and her head lifts away from her folds. Her tongue laps at her maw and she grins widely. “Enough? Thought you were a glutton.”
Her chest is rising and falling, a glare on her flushed features as she smacks Romulus’ on the head. But there's no real anger there as she mutters, “You're ridiculous.”
With a happy little chuff, the werewolf pushes herself up, releasing Shadowheart's thighs as she goes. Her paws come down on either side of Shadowheart's hips on the loveseat. Looming over her, she grins widely, teeth bared as she rumbles, “Yeah? Doesn't seem like ya mind though.”
Shadowheart lets out a slow exhale, breath still stuttering as she stares up at Romulus. Damn it, she was even taller-
There's the sound of fabric as her eyes dart downwards.
“Protection?” Romulus would begin reaching a paw over towards the basket of condoms.
“Got it covered. Don't worry.” Shadowheart would shake her head, reaching out and grabbing the paw-like hand. She presses it to her own cheek as she leans up, wrapping her free arm around Romulus’ neck. Pulling her down, she kisses her.
It's awkward when your kissing partner doesn't have actual lips, but a maw of teeth. It's just as messy now as it was before, just now with more with teeth and tongue and, and-
Shadowheart gasps as she pulls back, cheeks flushed as she pants, fingers digging hard into the fur at the nape of the werewolf's neck. “This better not be a one time thing, handsome.”
Romulus grins widely as she pushes Shadowheart's legs wide once more. The head of her cock rubbing against the other woman's folds. “Nah, baby, not when I'm about to ruin ya. I'm not about to let a good thing slip away.”
There's a pause as Romulus’ snout pushes into Shadowheart's neck, murmuring, “Just as long as you want this, gorgeous.”
Shadowheart closes her eyes, tipping her head backwards. Her breath is coming slower now, fingers curling tighter through the fur around Romulus’ neck. She nods, murmuring, “Take me out to dinner then.”
“Do ya one better, I'll make ya dinner.” Romulus husks as she pushes fully into Shadowheart. She groans at the feeling of tightness, she's careful. “Breathe with me.”
And Shadowheart does as she's told, fingers digging deeper and deeper, down to skin that was surely beneath Romulus’ fur. “Gods-” She mutters out, pushing her head against Romulus’.
It's a bit of shifting and slow pushing before soon enough, Romulus is fully hilted inside of Shadowheart. They both seem to exhale in tandem, chuckling as they share another messy kiss.
“Let me know.” Romulus murmurs, tongue lapping along Shadowheart's neck.
Normally, she'd find such an action disgusting. And yet the warmth of her new lover's tongue feels wonderful against her skin. Shadowheart adjusts her hips and then wraps her legs around Romulus’ hips, anchoring herself to her. “Ready.”
The werewolf begins the slow and steady push and pull, groaning at the pants and whines that escape Shadowheart. A grin spreads across her maw as she stares down at her. “You're pretty like this.”
A strained huff escapes Shadowheart as she fists her hand against the back of the werewolf's neck, dragging her down into a deep kiss. Messy, messy, so very messy. And yet the usually put together, razor straight editor-in-chief couldn't give a shit. This was what she had been wanting. This feeling, deep and coiled in the pit of her belly. A moan escaping her, into Romulus’ maw as the werewolf’s hips begin to push and pull, pressing her down, pulling her along. It's too much and both not enough all at once.
“Fuck.” Romulus growls out the singular word. A paw coming down to grab tight to Shadowheart's leg and the other pressing hand against the wall space just above the loveseat. “Little lady, you're gonna be the death of me.”
“Don't you dare, mutt.” Shadowheart hisses, digging her fingers into the space behind Romulus’ ears now. A moan escapes her, head tipping back, followed by a gasp.
The sharp and wet feeling of a maw grasping her neck fully, sends her heart speeding along in her chest. Her eyes are wide as she goes still, her voice faint, “Rom.”
Romulus’ teeth scrape slowly along the skin of her neck, but she doesn't bite down. Rather, just seems to allow Shadowheart to feel and begin to enjoy the thrill of being held like that.
Again, this beast of a woman, could kill her. But Romulus doesn't. Not because she knows, but because Shadowheart can feel the way her paw flexes around her thigh and the way she's, despite moving faster inside of her, being careful about it. Careful, firm movements that are driving her closer and closer to another orgasm.
“Come on… Yes, right there!” Shadowheart manages to gasp out, feeling Romulus’ maw retreat, only to be replaced by the feeling of wet, licks and kisses.
All the while, Romulus is pressed in close to her. Her hips moving at a steady, quick and firm pace. Her golden eyes, alight with a heat that's near boiling and a pleasure so palpable it nearly makes Shadowheart moan, never leave her face. She's grinning now too, tongue hanging out of her maw as she grunts and growls. “You feel good. Best pussy I've ever had.”
Her tone is teasing and this time, it's Shadowheart's turn. She knows it's bait. And she doesn't care as she grins, eyes hooded as she tightens her legs around Romulus' hips. Her ankles once more dig into the small of the werewolf's back, pushing her in closer, tighter. “All yours if you want it, pup.” Her tone is dripping with tease and seduction, fingers digging tighter, a vice like grip.
Romulus growls, pulling Shadowheart in tighter just the same as she grabs ahold of her legs. Her paws wrench them from around her own hips and bends the woman in half, railing into her with gusto.
Albeit short-lived gusto as this new position as Shadowheart cumming, hard, around Romulus. Her head thrown back, hair falling out of her bun as she pants and moans, hands having slid down to grab onto Romulus’ biceps. “Holy… Holy shit…” Her voice a strained and panting mess as she goes slack beneath Romulus, moaning with each thrust soon after as the werewolf was hitting her own climax hard.
Pulling out slowly, Romulus grinned with delight, watching as her own release dripped out of Shadowheart and down her folds.
Shadowheart huffs at her, muttering, “You look awfully proud of yourself.”
“Mmhm, very much so, little lady.” There's that predatory and shit-eating grin on the werewolf's features again.
But Shadowheart doesn't have the energy to say anything snarky. Her thighs are trembling and she can still feel it: utterly filled to the brim and dripping. Goddess there was a lot. She pouts at Romulus now, mumbling, “You made a mess out of me.”
Romulus has hunkered down between Shadowheart's still trembling thighs. Her head propped against a knee and one of her paw's rubbing the spots where she had clutched her thighs. “Are you actually complaining?”
A pause. And then a sigh as Shadowheart shakes her head, reaching a hand down to scratch behind one of Romulus’ ears, which gets the werewolf's tail wagging and thumping up a storm.
“No. Just as long as you keep your promise about that meal.”
“Call it our second date.” Romulus grins widely.
Shadowheart just rolls her eyes, and yet she can feel her heart stirring. Warming to the idea of dating a werewolf. A werewolf who knew just how to satisfy her little lady's wants and needs.