Angel of Lust

[FinalFantasyDreamer]

(Did not mean to take such a long break but life gets messy. Here's an idea I had for a story that's been rattling around in my brain lately. It's still in the early planning stages but hopefully I can get it all fleshed out.)

Chapter 1: A Witch and a Bar

Cora sat in the dim bar. Slowly nursing her whiskey. Aware of the man watching her out of the corner of her amber eyes. She couldn't help smiling at herself as she gulped the burning liquid down her throat. Her pert DD bust barely contained in her white top. Her long dark hair flowing along her back. Acting like it had a mind of it's own. Her tight black pencil skirt covering her curves and leaving nothing to the imagination. Her actions were almost daring him to come over. 

"Can I buy the pretty lady a drink?"

His slurred drunken speech was thick with odus smell of stale beer. His blood shot eyes roved over her athletic figure as his dirty tongue slide out to lick his cracked lips.

"Mmm. I am always up for anything. Especially from a hunk like yourself."

Her voice purred out as she batted her eyelashes towards him. Of course he was the opposite of a hunk. With his large beer gut, crooked teeth, and scraggly beard but it didn't matter to him. Maybe it was male ego, drink, or a combination of both but all it took was her to bat her long eyelashes, giggle in an obnoxious way, paint a complement and men are it up. Quickly the shots he ordered had arrived for them.

"Is that a movie star?"

He motions across her body. Doing his most obvious moves to grope her chest as he flings his arm across her chest. Ignoring the clumsy motion she turns her head. As she looks away his other hand drops two little pills inside her drink. Which quickly dissolve in the liquid.

"I don't know whom you are referring to. But our shots are here. Bottoms up."

Quickly she knocks back the drink gulping it down in a swift motion. Then, stumbling forward she is grasping the bar for support. Her body swaying back and forth.

"You okay sweetie? That drink looks like it hit you hard. Here let's go have you lie down in the back room."

Not responding she just shakes her head in assent. Putting his arm around her. He guides her towards the back room. Pushing open the door he leads her into a dark and dingy office. There is a filthy couch that he unceremoniously dumps her on. Grinning from ear to ear he quickly drops his pants. His smelly cock rising to attention like a little flag pole. As he hovers over her figure her eyes pop open. Grasping his shoulders she quickly is on her feet. Her knee making a quick upward jerk and making contact with his exposed groin. He crumples to the floor grasping his injured cock.

"Drugging women and taking advantage of them. You are the worst of the worst. Don't worry I picked up a little creature that you will just love."

Opening her purse she mutters a quick a incantation and her purse glows with a golden light. Pulling a strange creature out it squirms in her hand. Attached its base is a large pulsing phallus. Letting it go the creature it begins penetrating the drunks exposed asshole. Roughly violating his hole much in the same way he was about to do to her.

"Well that seems a little unfair. How are you still standing he put enough drugs in their to knock out a tiger?"

A man emerges from the shadows. His short cropped hair fashionably styled in a coif. His pin stripped suit well fitted to his slim physic. A close cropped beared along his jaw line. His green eyes twinkling in the low light.

"Drugs, alcohol, the like have no effect on me. Must be my heritage as a witch but can't get drunk. Who are you?"

She does her best to play it cool. This new interloper she hadn't sensed him. It takes a lot to get the drop on her and she wasn't going to let him do it again. Watching him she begins investigating the dirty office. Nothing is put away and it's a mess everywhere.

"Me just a private investigator. I was hired by some families looking into the disappearance of some women around here. Names Luke."

Offering his hand out she ignores it while continuing her search. Kicking the piles of crap around searching for the thing that attracted her to this bar. The sounds of the drunk being violated fills the quite room as she searches for it. 

(Pick it back up soon)

 

Edited Wednesday at 12:38 AM by FinalFantasyDreamer
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