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Every action I took next however would elicit reactions from the other patrons that would seriously ruin my evening. A 'Glamour' fell around the two of us, a barrier that would keep the imposition of my carnal desires on the 'lady' in question private.
The dulling of the bartender's eyes was her first clue. My hands ripping off the rag that was now the dress and slamming her against the bar was the second. Her hands tried to cover her body as she gasped in surprise and shock. Being stripped naked and manhandled in a public place is unnerving no matter who or what you might be.
A drop of blood sat alone in the middle of her spine, where my fingernail had accidentally broke skin. I ran my tongue from her asshole to that droplet, pressing the head of my member against her sex as I tasted copper, penetrating her with one savage stroke. I could feel the slippery musculature of her vagina, surprised and angry at my unexpected intrusion. Finally, she screamed.
"OOOOHHHMYGO-" I cut her off, pressing her body against the bar and twisting her neck roughly so I could swallow her cries. The sound invaded my body, and made my body vibrate with her cries.
Her body shook in pleasure as she climaxed. Cunt muscles designed by a master craftsman to endure eons of penetration contracted, and we both felt the overwhelming sensation of our bodies being torn apart and put back together moment by moment as the universe destroyed and rebuilt itself just for us.
Humans got drunk, danced, and paired up so they might not have to cum alone at the end of the evening. What sex they did have, a small minority might declare it satisfying; fewer still might call it ecstasy.
This was ecstasy.
We stepped outside time and experienced ecstasy as few humans ever did, for a moment, and then we fell to earth. She growled and placed both hands firmly against the bar, downing the shot the bartender had given her sixty seconds earlier and slammed the glass down so hard it shattered.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and glared at me, eyes burning with a lust I had remembered with something approaching fondness. I answered her glare by withdrawing my cock from her pussy and slamming it home again.
"Yyyeesss," she hissed, body shivering salty sweat forming on her skin
I felt muscles in my back and stomach relaxing, the sensuality of our coupling sliding between them, oiling them, preparing to aid me in the hours ahead.
Her cunt was magnificent. Thousands of men had met their end inside it as she milked the life from them one drop at a time. Some were taken quickly, others sipped until driven insane. Not a place to be for a mortal man unless she liked you, in which case you were probably fine.
Lucky for me that I am an immortal man, my cock a reflection of her pussy. A tool designed to feed upon the carnal essence of human females, and drive Succubi like Natasha into fits of ecstasy.
"STOP. TEASING!"
I flexed my penis and she came again. I held my length within her, basking in the sensation of her muscles futilely attempting to milk my life from me. Days of withholding ejaculate from a female and abstaining from sex had made me feel clouded. I felt more assured now, my head was clear. Watching the perfection of Natasha's ass muscles and feeling the tenderness of her pussy made me feel alive.
I began to pump her faster than she normally liked it, letting her feel the entirety of my length and steadily pushing her towards a climax. Her fingers were deftly twisting her clit as she raced ahead of me, eager to reach her next climax before I had intended it. She screamed as I brought my hand down to impact one of her perfectly formed cheeks.
"Gaahhh! I love it when you spank me Micah! More please, hit it again! I want to feel your hands on me!
I grinned, "You missed this didn't you? Filthy little BITCH!"
SMACK!
A burgundy handprint on midnight skin. I signaled to the bartender. He poured us two shots and didn't bat an eye. I made Natasha stop rubbing her clit to hand me mine. I downed the alcohol and tasted her pussy juices on the rim from where her hand touched the glass.
Delicious.
I tossed it over my shoulder and mentally informed a passing waitress of its parabolic arc. She caught it neatly and I made a mental note to leave her a nice tip the next time she served me.
A tear streamed down Nattie's faced as I brutally fucked her. My hips impacted hers with a force she rarely experienced. A series of small orgasms wracked her luscious frame. I refused to slow my pace despite the best efforts of the muscles in her pussy to deter me. Every time I entered her I felt the attempts to clamp down on me, to trap my cock in her warmth. Our combined juices and my stamina made this impossible. She was at my mercy, just the way I liked it.
I leaned down and wrapped my hands around her thighs, lifting her up off the ground so we could fuck standing up. She squealed and her arms flew back so she could steady herself on my shoulders, sharp nails drew droplets of blood from my taut biceps. I lifted her up along the length of my cock and paused.
"No, no, NO! Don't drop me Micah GODDAMNIT YOU SON-OF-A-"
I dropped her, letting gravity push my entire length into her cunt, catching her at the bottom.
"FUCK YOU MICAH! WHY DOES THAT HAVE TO FEEL SO GOOD! I FUCKING HATE Y-"
I bit into her shoulder, tasting copper again, and whispered a reply to her screams:
"I missed you Nattie."
I lifted her back up my length and slowly lowered her down, fucking her gently in the middle of the bar until she cooed in sensual delight at the tender sensations this produced. I kept it up and walked us out to the middle of the dance floor, the crowd parted for us, seeing nothing.
