The room is big, comfortable and tastefully furnished. The devil does not skimp on personal comfort, after all.
A nice big couch rests at the center, with recliner chairs to the left side and a low center table. Thick soft carpet, perfectly clean, covers the floor with pillows and beanbag chairs scattered around.
Against the right wall, in front of the couch, there are bookshelves, a plasma TV (52") and the door of a walk-in closet. The left wall has a fridge, microwave oven and pantry. Also, a door that leads to a bathroom.
And of course, to the back of the room, between two windows covered in heavy curtains, a large comfortable bed.
"Uh...all of 'em?" he says with a grin, but he shakes his head. "Just vodka would be great, thanks. I know you said you preferred it if I wasn't completely drunk, so...y'know, I'll just have a shot or something. Two shots. Or, like, half a tumbler. Not much."
The Devil smiles and nods, taking a frosted bottle of Absolut and pouring Tommy a double shot. "Here..." She casually leans to his side, looking up at him.
"Thanks," he murmurs as he takes the glass and tosses back a mouthful, at the same time slinging his arm around her waist and pulling her closer against his side. He looks down at her for a moment, and with the vodka still burning pleasantly on his tongue, he bends his head to kiss her.
Uttering a throaty purr, he slowly lets her kiss overwhelm him. He can feel it in his blood, in his bones, in every mortal fiber of his body. With his hand pressed to the small of her back, he meets her tongue with his own, just aggressive enough to show her that he's not backing out of this.
No, it is not, it is heat and spice and something rather primal: it plays with the animal deep inside every man's heart, inviting it to the fore with promises of heat and pleasure.
The aggressiveness is rewarded with an actual purr, and The Devil makes her first exploration by shifting her stance... inching towards meek and submissive herself, seeing if Tommy follows and enjoys that.
She effortlessly adds fire to the flame that already smolders inside him, a flame that he often lets burn unchecked, consequences be damned. So with a pleased growl, he deepens the kiss even more, one hand skimming up her side to graze her breast, the other moving further down her back to grasp her ass.
That makes The Devil press even closer, a soft, pleased moan escaping her lips into his mouth. Tommy is rewarded with a shift of position, her body language very unsubtly inviting for more caresses.
Both of his eager, roving hands slip underneath her loose blouse to clutch greedily at her bare skin while he backs her up toward the couch. Between forceful kisses, he murmurs: "How many mortal men have you screwed, hm?"
"Mmmno, just curious...curious about who my competition is, that's all." He kisses her again while his fingers flick at the catch of her bra, easily undoing it, before moving on to the buttons of her blouse.
"Hmm... a few kinds... a few bishops and cardinals, a few princes and generals, a few common people." Her hands also work, undoing Tommy's shirt. "I am not overly picky... just the person needs to be interesting, or interested."
"Really... Did you tell 'em you were the Devil? You didn't trick 'em, didja?" he teases. He sweeps her blouse down over her shoulder, heatedly kissing it, lips working up to her neck.
The Devil shrugs off her bra, gasping at the contact of Tommy's lips on her skin. "Most of them knew who I was... the rest, did not care and did not ask." She tugs his shit free and slips it off his shoulders.
Topless, she almost poses for him: smooth soft skin, a full, sensual bosom, flat tummy decorated with a small, silvery navel bar.
"Guess I'm in good company," he says with a smirk as he nips her earlobe.
With his hands resting on her hips, he takes a good look at her with an appreciative leer, urging her down onto the couch. As he looms above her, he tosses his shirt aside, his bare arms wiry and his shoulders hardened by his years of work, before diving in for another passionate kiss, hands caressing her breasts.
The Devil lays back on the couch, smiling to him; her hands feel up the wiry arms, strong shoulders, grinning a bit... then letting out a soft gasp and moan as she is caressed. Her eyes close when their lips meet, her arms slipping once again around Tommy's neck, manicured fingernails teasing the skin of his back.
As he continues to kiss her deeply, one hand slips further down between their bodies to undo the button on her leather pants. But they're far too skin-tight on her and he's far too impatient. He purrs with a smirk between kisses, "Hey, baby, it wouldn't take too much for you to make your pants just disappear, would it?"
He blinks at the leather strips left in his hand and he grins, amused. "Oh, much better. That was fantastic! These're now my favorite pants of yours." Letting them fall to the floor, he then runs his fingertips under the narrow strip of fabric at her hip and murmurs: "Does this come off like that, too?"
"Does it need to?" The Devil smirks teasingly to him. "Just hold, and pull down my legs... then I can show you a trick with your pants." And that is a promise...
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"Wow, pretty swanky."
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A nice big couch rests at the center, with recliner chairs to the left side and a low center table. Thick soft carpet, perfectly clean, covers the floor with pillows and beanbag chairs scattered around.
Against the right wall, in front of the couch, there are bookshelves, a plasma TV (52") and the door of a walk-in closet. The left wall has a fridge, microwave oven and pantry. Also, a door that leads to a bathroom.
And of course, to the back of the room, between two windows covered in heavy curtains, a large comfortable bed.
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"Got anything to drink? Anything that's not Atlantean," he adds.
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"What's your poison?"
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Soft lips, teasing tongue, warm breath, and the way she presses herself close to him.
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Uttering a throaty purr, he slowly lets her kiss overwhelm him. He can feel it in his blood, in his bones, in every mortal fiber of his body. With his hand pressed to the small of her back, he meets her tongue with his own, just aggressive enough to show her that he's not backing out of this.
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The aggressiveness is rewarded with an actual purr, and The Devil makes her first exploration by shifting her stance... inching towards meek and submissive herself, seeing if Tommy follows and enjoys that.
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His fingers can easily find the edges of her bra... silk and lace.
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Topless, she almost poses for him: smooth soft skin, a full, sensual bosom, flat tummy decorated with a small, silvery navel bar.
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With his hands resting on her hips, he takes a good look at her with an appreciative leer, urging her down onto the couch. As he looms above her, he tosses his shirt aside, his bare arms wiry and his shoulders hardened by his years of work, before diving in for another passionate kiss, hands caressing her breasts.
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Once he does it, the leather pants break apart without effort in long strips, revealing her shapely legs and black thong. "Better?"
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