Chapter 2

The club was called "Spirits," and Natalie smiled as she walked in the door. There was a great mixture of clientele, the music was always good, the dancing fantastic, and the drinks sublime. Truth, it was expensive, but it catered to those with expensive tastes. It was also only 4 blocks from her house, deep inside East Metro.

The club featured an angelic/ demonic theme, with the staff dressed in iridescent robes complete with glowing halos and shimmering wings, to various forms of incubi and succubi, and the occasional horny devil, all designed to add to the exotic allure of the place. The walls held dynamic murals depicting great battles between the forces of good and evil, subtly changing all but the landscapes. Many religious themes showed up frequently, from the Second Coming of Christ to Odin directing battle with a great hammer in one hand and a giant drinking horn in the other. The Seven Seals of Revelations was a favorite, resplendent with drama enough for all. As Natalie had walked in, she could just make out the scene of a demonic beast being cast into a fiery pit, as angels with swords still battled fiercely with their unearthly counterparts. Creepy, and cool. The club was great.

Someone had told her once that the area now covered by steel, concrete, and those crystal structures the Ascended were so fond of building used to be farmland in the middle of a place called "pencilvaned" or something, but that was hundreds of years before she was born, and history had at best bored her. Now it was simply another part of the Eastern Metropolis, a vast city that covered most of the eastern coast of North America. Progress was a wonderful thing, as far as she was concerned. It might make natural formations of trees, grass, and rocks a little less prevalent, but it also meant that she only had to walk for 15 minutes to get to a good club.

She was supposed to meet Shane at Spirits in a little less than half an hour, but had she decided to get there early, so that she would have some time to figure out what to say to him.

Shane was a nice guy, and she had considered something more between the two of them, but she just didn't feel interested in the same things he was. She was quite sure that Shane didn't see it the same way, and was probably expecting them to get serious by this point... having dated for almost two months. Sooner or later she needed to have the "let's be friends" talk with him, and she gave a lot of thought to doing that tonight.

It was early, and there was still room at the bar to sit. She made her way over and sat down, but before she could flag the bartender down, she had a young man sitting next to her, asking her poison.

The man was handsome enough, if a little intense, so she asked for a Rum and Coke. The bartender knew the way she liked them, but there was no need to turn down a free drink. She didn't feel committed to Shane, so had no reason to feel guilty. Actually, she was used to being hit on in clubs, one of the primary reasons she liked to go. She would never be a supermodel, but she was still worth a second glance to most men, and some women, too. Thick, dark tresses framed a smooth oval face with olive skin, high cheekbones, and full lips. Standing a respectable 5'4", with smooth legs and a well-shaped figure, she generally could have any man she desired.

Being modest, despite her natural beauty, she rarely flirted or propositioned anyone outright, however; romance was a game, and with any game, there were rules. Rule One was the man came after her, and if she liked him, she kept talking to him, not the other way around. It was very chic nowadays for the woman to choose the man and take him someplace private, but that was usually for those who could not afford to wait for Mr. Right.

In what seemed like seconds, the young man was back with her drink, and she really took a good look at him. He fit the definition of tall, dark, and handsome with plenty of breathing room. Standing about 6'6", he had a muscular build with broad shoulders and a thin waist, giving that classic bodybuilder image. He looked to be in his early thirties, with wavy brown hair and deep blue eyes. His straight nose accentuated a hard angularity in his face, but taken in part with everything else, it made him look even more impressive. Curiously, there was little expression on his face, although those beautiful eyes glittered with some suppressed emotion. Natalie felt a little thrill pass through her as she smiled up at him.

"I'm Natalie. What's your name?" The man's face blinked in surprise and grinned, showing a perfect set of teeth. The smile was almost rueful, but for a moment, Natalie felt like she had made a mistake, just giving him her name. The thrill she felt turned into a small, almost unnoticeable shiver.

"I am called Erophys." His voice, deep and intimate, almost made her gasp. It was almost as if she could feel his voice, gripping at her, calling to her, caressing her... it came as little surprise to discover she was feeling hornier than she had in a long time, perhaps ever. Horny for him. For that voice. Flustered, she cast about for a conversation starter, before those eyes and that voice of his could invade her more deeply.

"I- I haven't seen you here before. Do you come here often?" As soon as the words passed her lips, she cursed to herself for the inane cliché, but he just smiled again. Strangely enough, his eyes never changed in their intensity. She found it very difficult to look away from them.

"I have a... room... on the next block. Join me," he said, and his voice gripped her again. She was already standing up with a foolish grin on her face before his words registered. A room! She just learned his name! But even though the rational part of her mind battled his wildly inappropriate proposition, her body, very much craving what he offered, followed meekly as he held the door open for her. Her mind worked feverishly to negate the tacit submission she had offered, but no options sprang to her mind. Ah, hell, she thought, this promises to be more fun than arguing with Shane anyways. Now maybe he'll want to break up with me.

The evening air was chilly for summer, with a bit of a breeze running down the street, but Natalie hardly felt it. Her mind and body were so assailed with sensation and emotion that coherent thought was nearly impossible. In seconds, it seemed, they were in the elevator going up to his hotel room. In the elevator, his arm slid around her waist, and pulled her closer. She melted against him, resting her head against his chest. Idly, she wondered aloud what cologne fragrance he was wearing.

Erophys stiffened. "What do you mean, cologne fragrance?"

Natalie turned her head up to look at him in surprise. "That scent, like the air after a thundershower. Very primal, natural. It smells good." She was perplexed at his tense reaction.

Erophys stared at her for a moment, then said, "I forget the name," in a tone that brooked little argument. He stared forward again, and Natalie, snuggled back into his chest.

The elevator door slid open and Erophys guided her to the fifth door down the hallway. The door, recognizing its patron, opened immediately and closed behind them. Erophys did not slow down until he reached the foot of his bed, then whirled Natalie around and crushed her to him, kissing her with a shocking ferocity. After the first stiffening in surprise, she relaxed as his tongue savagely explored her mouth, while his hands found purchase on the seams of her blouse and violently ripped it off her body.

Passion overwhelmed all reason with Natalie. Dimly, she was aware how alarming this was getting, but she had never in her life been so turned on by anyone. Every part of her ached to be touched, squeezed, pinched, prodded... and poked. Especially poked. Welts appeared on her skin from him wrestling with her brassiere, and she could feel the pain, but it only fueled her desire to be used by this man. She began trying to remove his clothes with the abandon he had displayed, but he beat her to it, shucking off his shirt and pants almost instantaneously, then roughly turning her around and bending her over his bed. His black silk boxers barely restrained his hardening member, and he rubbed it against her cotton pants as she pressed back into him.

Natalie was already breathing hard in excitement, wet beyond belief and desperately horny. Erophys' cock rubbing against her opening on the other side of the thin fabric was unbearably erotic, the sweetest torture she had ever experienced. She felt his hands hold her waist firmly as his fingers found the waistline of her trousers and hooked into the seam, pulling it apart as if it were made of tissue paper. She winced at the cost of a new pair of pants, and at the bruising this rough treatment would bring tomorrow, but for the moment, she didn't care. She hadn't been wearing panties, and her total exposure to this stranger was an overpowering rush. Again, she felt his boxers press against her, and that which was behind the boxers. Groaning in need, she pressed against him, wiggling, enticing.

Abruptly, he stopped and pulled away. "Do you accept me, Natalie? Do you invite me to have my way with you?"

Natalie turned her head in askance, a tremor of something unpleasant dancing its way up and down her spine, but before she opened her mouth, she knew what she would say, even if she knew it was far from a good idea.

"Yes! Oh, please. I need you, don't stop now!"

No sooner had the words left her mouth than he pushed her to the bed, shucking off his underwear. Flipping her over onto her back with casual ease he straddled her chest, cock pointed straight at her forehead. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he jerked her head up until his dick was resting on her cheek. The pain threatened to overcome pleasure for Natalie, but she quickly adjusted herself. His eyes, unchanged, bore down on her. "Give me your mouth." he said, the command and power in his voice again draining the power of her will. Without thought, she opened her mouth to him, and he shoved his member in, gripping her head tightly in his hands.

This was nothing like the head she given a few of her boyfriends. Then, it had always been because they asked, and she had felt like pleasing them. This time, it was a demand that she submitted to. She had no control, and she knew it. She concentrated on not gagging as his cock slid up and down her throat. She couldn't understand the pure desire she felt, the agony of sexual tension that just kept building and building, but when she obeyed him, or pleased him, the pleasure grew. When he was done fucking her mouth, she would not be able to even speak for a week!