There's nothing worse than a young person hearing the old talk frankly about sex. It's even worse to hear them use euphemisms. Davy's cheeks were hot enough to cook on and Iolanthe had to bite back the groan.
"Oh no," Davy muttered, glancing sideways at Iolanthe. "Not again."
"Since when do you ever turn down the chance to make up for lost time?" Iolanthe teased, poking him in the arm. "Besides, it's for a good cause."
"I feel like such a pervert."
A mischievous grin spread across her face as she wrapped her arms around one of his and began pulling him towards the bedroom. "Come on, hot stuff. Bring your bottle and let's go finish dinner."
* * * *
There was something extra in the wine, Davy decided as he eyed the bottle suspiciously. Haven did have some notoriety as a prankster (no wonder he and Iolanthe got along), and he wouldn't put it past him. He turned the suspicious glance to the bathroom where Iolanthe was, wondering if she had anything to do with whatever the blood in the bottle was laced with.
Surely not. Surely she realized she had used up her pranking privileges for the night - and possibly the current century. Of course, she might have forgotten about the bottle's contents in the excitement over the egg. But he was having some very... raunchy thoughts about the slender young morsel currently getting for him.
He slowly got to his feet from off the bed and made his way carefully to the heavy antique bureau sitting by the vanity. A quick search through its drawers yielded a handful of silk scarves. He tugged one between his hands, pulling it taut as he tested its strength. Memories of being tied up at a certain party came back to him as he wound one of the soft squares of material around his hand.
Whatever was in that wine was really starting to work in his system as he pictured the sleek young succubus bound on the huge old bed. A shame he didn't know those Japanese knots Iolanthe had mentioned earlier. They'd probably be hard to make out of silk scarves anyway.
With a slightly demented grin, he balled up a couple of the scarves in one pocket and turned around just as the bathroom door started to open.
"So what do you think?" Iolanthe asked as she posed against the doorframe.
Davy's mouth dropped open. "Where do you get this stuff?"
"Oh please... this is pretty sedate compared to some of the stuff I've owned. Still, this is the first time I've ever worn white. Like it?"
She was wearing white. Davy had never seen her wear white. How could a color look so right and pure on such a naughty little succubus? Her little ensemble for tonight was a white hourglass corset of rose-patterned satin, the top edged with Venise lace that lay against pale endowments made even more impressive by the tight lacing. How did she manage to get a corset laced that tight all by herself? She wore a matching pair of high-cut panties and white, lace top thigh-high stockings adorned with satin bows. A three strand pearl choker circled her throat.
"That is," he tried to focus over the alcohol, "so wrong... somehow. You shouldn't be ably, er, able to look that innnnn... innn... inn... um, chaste."
Iolanthe gave him a suspicious look and walked over to the bottle sitting on the nightstand. She picked it up and sniffed it, then gazed at him warily. "Did Haven spike the wine?"
Davy just stared at her, his gaze focused mainly on the cleavage being pushed up by the corset. Then it slid down the length of those long, shapely legs. Then back up to her breasts. Iolanthe, who usually liked it when Davy looked at her like that, shifted uncomfortably. There was a dark tinge to the waves of lust coming off of him that didn't feel like - well, like Davy. It kind of felt like Mark.
Great, it must run in the family. Davy's just better at suppressing it.
Davy slowly got to his feet, swaying a bit once he got there, and reached out for the lavender-haired beauty. As he lowered his head to kiss her, his hands slid along the length of her arms lightly, making them break out goose flesh. She moaned into his mouth and tried to raise her arms to twine around his neck, but he kept them pinned to her sides. He pulled them behind her back and held the slender wrists in one hand while his other dug in one pocket for a scarf. All the while he kept her distracted with his mouth, which slid silkily over her lips and chin and cheekbones, nipping little butterfly kisses across her skin as he deftly slid the scarf in and around her wrists, binding them tight.
"Wh - hey!" she yelped, tearing her mouth from his and glancing over her shoulder. "When did you get kinky?"
Davy grinned darkly and slid one arm behind her knees and the other across her back, scooping her up. "It suddenly occurred to me I've let you get away with a lot lately. I'm beginning to think I've given you the idea that I'm easily manipulated or something."
"I never - !"
"Maybe not consciously," he murmured, nuzzling his face into her neck, "but I bet it's there. Now it's my turn."
She let out an indignant little squawk as she was dumped unceremoniously onto the bed and quickly straddled. One long fingered hand was planted beside her head as Davy leaned over her, a small twisted smile on his lips. His free hand trailed a finger along the side of her face, down her neck, and rested lightly on one round globe while he kept his gaze fixed on hers.
"Starting to regret teasing the tired, lonely, frustrated young vampire?" he asked as her arms strained beneath her, testing the knots. She froze as he suddenly buried his face in the valley between her breasts, made tighter by the corset and stuck his tongue out, licking a wet trail. His very long tongue, a throwback of dragon genes, managed to reach very far down indeed. He reached under her, finding the corset's lacings and pulling on the little bow. He pulled at the back until the corset was loose enough to push down away from her breasts and circled one pink nipple until it peaked.
"What is it about these that are so fascinating?" he sighed, lowering his face to nip at the rounded flesh.
"Da-a-vy!" she whined, struggling to move her hands. She gave him the dirtiest look she could muster while squirming under the wet mouth sucking her. He turned his gaze upwards while keeping his lips around her breast. She cast about for the right words, then finally burst out with, "This isn't fair!"
A look of pure evil mischief spread across his face as he mumbled around her breast. "I know."
He then set upon a full-out assault upon her body, unfastening the garters and slipping corset down her legs, leaving her clad only in the pretty white stockings and panties. Then he rid her of the panties. He lay down alongside of her and gazed upon her bound form.
"I like this look," he told her, smiling at her small, frustrated struggles. "I suddenly feel avenged for the party. Still, I've got a couple of minor grudges held over from earlier tonight. You won't mind if I exorcise those, right?"
Iolanthe finally quieted and tossed her head, watching him with hooded eyes. "I'm going to kill Haven."
Davy chuckled and slid his hands over her breasts, giving them a hard squeeze as he leaned down for a kiss. "Really? I just may thank him."
The succubus whimpered under his teasing ministrations, squirming as he licked, sucked, and bit and her unable to do anything but cry out with every taunting touch. His mouth and hands roamed everywhere, shying away when she began to enjoy one spot too much. He would bring her to the very brink of ecstasy as only he could - and then leave her there, the bastard. Once she had relaxed, almost crying with disappointment, he would return and do it again.
On the other hand, the evil little vampire was really enjoying the power play. Iolanthe skimmed the lustful energies, tasting their dark waves with a moan. It wasn't the sweet, happy little lusts that she was used to from him, but equivalent to those imported dark chocolates individually wrapped and laid in unmarked boxes that cost almost as much as the chocolates themselves.
As he left her lying panting on the bed for the sixth time, she panted, "Mark would be so proud of his little brother."
Davy padded over and wiped at a sweaty strand of violet hair stuck to her cheek. "Sorry for your little prank yet?"
"You have no idea. You know, you could probably get a job at Jenno's club if you wanted."
The vampire ignored her and patted the top of her head. "I'm going to go see how the egg is doing, see how much longer we should keep this up."
He slipped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him and strolling over to the pillow nest and its delicate occupant. A fine webbing of cracks covered the shell now, and Moira was nodding in satisfaction.
"The babe's a strong 'un," the brownie woman said, grinning up at him with crooked teeth. "Won't be long now. Why don't ye go finish off the lass."
"I'm not sure she deserves it yet," he mused, crouching down and laying a hand against the shell. It jerked against his touch. "I think you're right about the baby, though. It's about to break through."
"So why don't ye go work to make sure it hatches with a good meal?" she suggested, winking suggestively. He opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by a howl from the bedroom.
"Davy, get your cute little ass back in here and finish this!"
He blushed even through the spiked blood's influence. "Right... um... just tell us when it's finished hatching."
