May The Best Lover Wins
So my Readers it has come to my attention that Daddy Charles got so many followers(Simps more like it lol!) and I intend to remedy that with these snippets.
So I hope you enjoyed this snippet featuring Chase our downtown horny Lycan boy ;) Oh its a bit NSFW btw under the cut. Song
(Chase's POV)
In the heart of the pulsating nightclub, the infectious beat of the club techno jazz reverberates through your very being. The air is electrified with anticipation, as the blinding lights dance and morph, casting a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors that paint the atmosphere. With eyes fixated on the spectacle before you, you stand in the corner, a silent observer of the chaotic symphony unfolding.
The dance floor is a swirling mass of bodies, a mesmerizing pandemonium of movement and energy. Each individual becomes intertwined with another, lost in the rhythm and the shared ecstasy of the moment. As you inhale deeply, a cacophony of scents wafts through the air, a heady mixture of sweat, perfume, and the unmistakable allure of desire.
Deep within the depths of your being, a primal beast stirs, demanding to be sated. It yearns for the raw and carnal pleasures of the flesh, its hunger insatiable and unyielding. The thumping bass resonates within you, echoing the pounding of your own heart, as the beast within claws at your every fiber, urging you to succumb to its desires or to simply put it wants to fuck!
The atmosphere is charged with tension, as if the very air crackles with the anticipation of unleashed passions. The room feels alive, pulsating with a frenetic energy that ignites the senses. You can almost taste the heat in the air, feel the electricity coursing through your veins, and hear the collective gasps and moans that rise and fall like waves crashing against the shore.
And sooner your eyes land on a certain woman sitting on the bar, and without knowing her or hearing her, she catches your eye. You find yourself drawn to her, fascinated by the way her fingers lightly dance along the rim of her glass. She wears a knowing smile on her lips, as if she's challenging you to get lost in her world, a world that you suddenly ache to explore. Your desire rises within you like a wildfire, fueled by the frenzy surrounding you and the uninhibited desires of the music.
It's a volatile cocktail that can explode at any moment, and in the back of your mind, you wonder if tonight will be the night when all your pent-up frustrations are finally set free. As the woman's gaze meets yours, a primal thrill runs through you, and you sense that she is waiting for you to make a move. With your heartbeat thundering in your ears, you will your feet to carry you toward her, suddenly aching for a taste of this otherworldly creature before you.
Slowly, you approach her, letting your eyes wander over her shapely figure, savoring every dip and curve of her body. Her eyes are a startling shade of blue, rimmed with dark, smoky makeup, and they burn into you, daring you to take what you want. As the pulsing beats continue to swell around you, your gaze slides down her neck, following the graceful slope of her throat to where her breasts sit tantalizingly beneath her silky shirt.
The hunger that has been brewing within you all night intensifies, and you know that you need to find some form of release or risk exploding like a grenade. "Hey there gorgeous!" you wink at her and sitting beside her. "What can I treat you into tonight?" you lick your lips at her, not taking your eyes off hers. "Get me anything you want," she purrs, eyes twinkling in the strobe lights, giving you a kinky grin. "Bartender give me your best!" you wave the bartender offer and he begins to prepare drinks.
You can feel the sexual tension in the air, swirling like a mini-hurricane, ready to strike. While the bartender fixes your drinks, you notice a slight stain of lipstick on her glass and slowly slip your finger on the dirty wet place she just put her luscious lips. When the bartender arrives with the drink, he asks her, "Do you need an ice?" "Of course," she grabs a little ice cube out and throws it down on her shirt. On top of that, she turns to the right to give you a fabulous view of her breast, and you got this beautiful sight of her well-endowed cleavage.
Without hesitation, you watch her feed your drink a naughty bit of finger licker goodness. "I can give you more," you say, lust building up in your throat. This whole idea seems like it's on auto-play now, this kind of hook-ups its child play to you now how many times have you done these? 15…20 or is it 30? No matter! It means that your a pro and a pro that will get his reward after this sensual hour is over. She touches your chest and teases you with those flirtatious words while those other girls stand by, watching your exchange with interest it seems the two of you are garnering an audicence. "Hey fancy a dance?" you ask the girl, still calling her girl because you didn't really care about her name, after this night you will forget her.
"Thought you never ask!" the girl said, seizing yo With the alcohol swirling in your blood and a vision of the hot girl swaying her hips to the beat, the thoughts running through your head are wicked and sinful. Your dick is already straining against your pants, a steady throb that tells you that tonight is the night when you're going to unleash it. As she coaxes you to grab her breasts, you close your eyes for a moment, imagining what it's like to have them in your hands, how they feel.
The pounding bass reverberated through the dimly lit club, filling the air with an electric energy. Bodies swayed and moved in sync with the music, lost in the euphoria of the night. You were in your element, dancing with a beautiful girl who had caught your eye. The connection between you was palpable, her laughter and carefree spirit infectious.
But amidst the pulsating lights and rhythmic beats, a familiar presence intruded upon your blissful moment. A growl emanated from deep within you as you recognized the source of the disturbance. Tarnish, your friend and constant thorn in your side, had somehow managed to worm their way into your carefully crafted plan. "Chase is that you?"
"Who let them in here?" you thought, frustration seeping through your words. This was always bound to happen. Tarnish was like a magnet for chaos, forever on the verge of ruining your carefully orchestrated schemes.
"Miss me, you did miss me?" Tarnish chuckled, positioning themselves between you and the girl. "Ya know I'm a bit busy!" you point your eyes towards the girl.
She giggles and she shrugs at you. She's interested and doesn't care about your friend or their bullshit as long as they're not stopping your party. You can't blame her. She can easily find a willing man after you fail to deliver, with a package like that she wound't even sweat.
"Go away, Tarnish!" you exclaimed, attempting to maintain your composure and keep up with the pulsating beat. But Tarnish was relentless, refusing to take the hint. They started to dance along with the two of you, a mischievous grin on their face.
"You know, Chase, I really need to talk to you," Tarnish said, their smile masking a hint of seriousness in their eyes. You sneered and clenched your fists, not in the mood for any kind of discussion. Tarnish, however, remained unfazed, their smile unwavering.
"Huh, well I'm not in the mood for talking, so get the fuck away!" you spat, your frustration boiling over. But Tarnish persisted, their determination evident in their unwavering gaze.
"Now, Chasey my love, I think we're beyond that. So we're just going to talk," Tarnish and grins that asshole-smile of theirs. As if to put emphasis on what they mean, their eyes flicker to your fists that's begging to land on their face.
"You two are exes or something?" the girl asked, her irritation palpable.
"No… No… NO!" Panic surged through you as you realized your so close, so close to hitting home and Tarnish just waltz in and need to ruin everything. "Nope, I don't even know them," you lied desperately, hoping to salvage the situation.
Without warning, you threw a punch at Tarnish, but they anticipated your move and deftly blocked it. "Good, now let's talk," they said, their voice calm but firm.
"We are in the middle of something!" you hissed, your voice barely a whisper as you fought to maintain some semblance of control. The girl watched the scene unfold, torn between intervening or stepping back. Her lips were pursed, her eyes darting between you and Tarnish, a potent mix of annoyance and intrigue in her gaze.
Tarnish, undeterred, continued to hold your gaze, their face a mask of concentration. With surprising strength, they grabbed you and pulled you closer, invading your personal space.
"C'mon, Chase, what does the girl have that I don't?" Tarnish taunted, their voice filled with a mix of curiosity and challenge.
This caught you off guard. "What?!"
Confusion washed over you, and you stared at them, studying their face for any sign of a joke. Slowly, you noticed a glimmer in their eye, a smirk tugging at the corners of their lips. "What the fuck are you talking about, Tarnish?" you asked, your voice laced with disbelief.
Your confusion is like a tangled web, woven with irritation that prickles beneath your skin. It's hard to believe that they could be serious. They couldn't be. They must be joking, just messing around. But as you glance at their face, the way their chest rises and falls with each breath, you begin to doubt your initial assumption. Their words hang in the air, heavy with expectation.
"Yeah, you heard me," they say, their voice laced with a hint of challenge. "What do those girls have that I don't?"
You roll your eyes, frustration simmering in your veins. Tonight is not the night for their games. "You're kidding, right? Why are you doing this?" you retort, your voice dripping with exasperation.
A mischievous smirk dances on their lips, mischief glinting in their eyes. Their question hangs in the air, pregnant with possibilities. "Hmm…Is it bad if I was to kiss you right now?" A momentary tightening in your chest hits you like a sudden blow, catching you off guard. Is Tarnish serious?
Before you can utter a word, they pull you closer, their lips crashing against yours with a fierce intensity that ignites a fire deep within. Time seems to freeze as you stand there, caught in the whirlwind of emotions. One moment, you were simply enjoying a night at the nightclub, partying with a cute chick, and the next, you find yourself swept up in a passionate embrace that leaves you breathless and bewildered.
Tarnish, ever the tease, pulls back, leaving you yearning for more. "Now, how about that talk? I hope this can change your mind," they say, their voice husky and dripping with desire, their tongue darting out to lick their lips. With a firm grip, they pull you to your feet, leading you away from the crowd and towards the open balcony just outside the bar.
Your head spins from the whirlwind of emotions, and as you glance to your side, you realize that the girl you were with has vanished, perhaps growing bored and seeking someone more enticing. It dawns on you that you are now free for the night, caught in a web of uncertainty and exhilaration.
Together, you and Tarnish make your way to the balcony, the cool evening air washing over you, as if trying to clear the fog in your mind. The night sky stretches above, adorned with a million twinkling stars, while the full moon casts a soft, silvery glow across the city. It's a scene straight out of a dream, a backdrop that heightens the drama unfolding between you.
"You know," you say, a crooked smile tugging at your lips, "you really just stole my chance back there."
Tarnish smirks, shaking their head. "Sorry…not sorry? I just couldn't take it anymore. But this talk is not about me," they reply, their voice a mixture of amusement and anticipation.
A chuckle escapes your lips, a release of tension that lingers in the air. The events of the evening have left you on the edge, uncertain yet exhilarated. You take a deep breath, the world around you seeming to pulsate with an electric energy that you can't quite grasp.
As your mind races to make sense of everything, you can't help but feel a thrill in the air. There's something unspoken, something electric between you and Tarnish. It's a connection that defies explanation, leaving you breathless and craving more.
The heaviness settled in your stomach, a knot forming as the reality of what had just transpired hit you in waves. The sensation of the kiss, the way Tarnish had looked at you with those intense eyes, the way their lips had tasted, it was all surreal, like a dream.
"So what were we gonna talk about?" you asked, trying to ground yourself in reality.
Tarnish took a sip of their glass, a mischievous glint in their eyes. They always seemed to have something up their sleeve, their hands quick and proficient. It was a skill you admired, but also a little wary of. How quick and proficient could they really be? It was a theory you didn't mind them testing, but importantly you want them to test it on you..
"Oh, that?" Tarnish chuckled. "That's just an excuse so I can prevent you from getting laid!"
Your arms crossed, anger bubbling up inside you. "Seriously? I thought it was a matter of emergency!" you exclaimed, the frustration evident in your voice.
Tarnish simply swirled their drink, the ice clinking against the glass. "What can I say? Uncle's orders! Besides, you seem to be more entertained by being single all the time anyway."
The words stung, a mix of jealousy and annoyance welling up within you. "Are you jealous? Because you know I can fix that up for you in an instant!" you retorted, a flirtatious tone laced with anger.
Tarnish only smirked, their eyes glimmering with a hint of mischief. "Nah, I'm good. Besides, no one is ever good enough for me. So I need you to be the best for me, at it!"
The night grew darker, and despite your inner disgust at Tarnish's words, you couldn't deny the truth in them. They were one to hold their cards close to their chest, revealing just enough to keep you intrigued. And you couldn't help but notice the hints they dropped, suggesting that your role in their life was greater than they let on.
You looked at Tarnish, surprise evident on your face. "So how are you suggesting it?"
"You know what I'm trying to say, Chase," Tarnish replied, their eyes lighting up with mischief. "We've always been each other's special helper, so to speak."
Your heart raced, the implications hitting you like a ton of bricks. Could this be real? Could Tarnish and I…
"Besides, you're the only one who truly knows me, Chase. You know what I want, and you know what I like."
You squirmed in your seat, the double entendre sending a rush of heat through your body. Their eyes burned into you, and suddenly it all became crystal clear. Tarnish desired you.
Your mind spun, the weight of this moment taking its toll. Your gaze involuntarily flicked to their lips, remembering how soft they were when they kissed you. The desire to taste their sweet nectar overwhelmed you. But just as you leaned in, hoping to finally give in to temptation, Tarnish pulled back, denying you pleasure once again.
"Ah…Ah…Ah!" Tarnish playfully wagged their finger, closing one eye. "Chase, I thought you were the King of Love, yet you're so gullible to fall into my charms!" They guffawed at their own joke, reveling in the power they held over you.
"Get out of my mind, Tarnish!" you gasped, your flustered state a mix of newfound desire and frustration.
You stared at Tarnish's neck, imagining the softness of their skin and the taste of their sweet nectar. But Tarnish had other plans. "Let's play a game, shall we?" they offered, a wicked glint in their eyes.
You raised an eyebrow, skeptical yet intrigued. "What kind of game?"
"Let's charm and swoon some gals and guys back at the club, and see who can gather the most numbers," Tarnish proposed, gulping down their drink in one motion.
"What are we, kids? This is not a game!" you shook your head in disappointment.
Tarnish's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Okay then! Let's make it interesting. The winner gets to make the loser do whatever they want for a whole day."
A wicked glint in their eyes, Tarnish knew they had piqued your interest. "Alright, you're on! But remember, it's my game, and I've known you for a long time," you said with a proud smile.
"Same goes for me! Let's begin!" they say and giving you a playful wink.
The hours passed quickly. The air is charged with excitement. You and Tarnish have worked out a system: one signals for a number, the other secures it. It's a blur of smiles and flirtations, of shy winks and coy smirks. You meet their eyes, catching the mischievous gleam in their irises, and it's as if you two are having a silent conversation. It's exhilarating and addictive, and you realize that Tarnish might have a point.
You watched Tarnish moved, their charm and ease making you wonder why you hadn't just walked up to them instead. They are truly a force to be reckoned with. The way they held the other's attention, the way they made every little gesture seem so effortless and natural. You couldn't help but be in awe of them.
As the night dragged on, you realized that you were both getting close. You could feel the same growing tension in the air. With each phone number secured, the stakes climbed. It was no longer about who had the highest number. It was now about who could make the person in front of them laugh the loudest or blush the hardest. And you couldn't help but feel a little guilty when you saw how good Tarnish was at this game.
Then you came to an inevitable conclusion. You would never win. Not without Tarnish. You would always come up short in comparison to them. They knew how to tease and flirt and use their body language to their advantage. And you? Well, you're a master of your craft but Tarnish? They're on another level. As you watched them work their magic on some random guy or gal, you felt a strange knot forming in your stomach. You couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but it didn't feel like jealousy. It felt more like…
Longing?…Passion?…Regret? You weren't sure.
But whatever it was, it was clear that you weren't going to win this game. Which meant you had to take matters into your own hands. So you took a deep breath and mustered your courage. After all, what was the worst that could happen?
"Hold on there, buster! My little monster?" Tarnish stared at you, a look of shock on their face. "What?" they asked.
"You heard me! Since you were so insistent on us doing something fun together and we ended up playing this…game! So I suggest we finish it up and go somewhere fun!" you offer, watching their expression closely.
"I see…Well, as much as I hate to agree, you've got a point!" they chuckle softly.
"Plus the party's dying down, so where you in the mood for something more…intimate?"
Their gaze was locked on yours, their lips slightly parted. "Intimate… as in what?" they asked, their voice dropping an octave.
Your heart leapt in your chest. "As in getting a dance?" you say of all the things you said dance? Damn Tarnish are getting to your head.
"Dance huh? I guess the party can be used some livening up from us!" they smiled devilishly.
It's time for the chase to become the hunted. Slowly but surely, you pull Tarnish towards you, and to your surprise, they don't resist. In fact, they lean in closer, until you can feel their breath on your lips. You can't resist it. You want to kiss them so badly it hurts. Without thinking, you dive forward and trying to capture their lips in a fierce kiss.
Yet they evaded and using your momentum pulled you into a dip, one hand on your back and on the other well travelling to your lower extremities. "Getting stiff are we?" they grabbed your (achem) aching need and Tarnish let out a soft chuckle at the noise that escapes your lips.
As they pressed themselves against your erection, your body was already flooding with sensation. Before you knew it, Tarnish pulled you up and spins you around. You stumbled, dazed and confused by the sudden turn of events. "You okay there baby?" Tarnish teased, giving you a wink before moving closer.
"Okay you need to stop with the foreplay!" you groaned at them.
"Buttttt…I'm just getting started!" they teased and grabbed ahold of you, their fingers trailing dangerously low on your abdomen.
And in an instant, your inhibitions disappeared. You forgot where you were, forgot what you were doing. The only thing that mattered was this moment, this feeling. "Tarnish…" you whispered breathlessly, not even caring what you were saying.
Your eyes locked with theirs, and suddenly you saw that familiar glint in their eyes. They were enjoying this as much as you were, savoring every moment. "Yessssss?" they purr.
"You need to stop being such a tease and just get to it already!" you pleaded, frustrated by their lingering touches and deft maneuvers.
They chuckled, clearly pleased by your response. "Welllllll…considering you asked so nicely…" They pulled you in close, their lips grazing your ear. "I won't keep you waiting any longer…"
Then they cupped your face, eyes locked and begin to lean clsoer and they did it again, by bopping your nose. "Boop!" they say, enjoying torturing you like this.
Before you could utter a word, they had you pinned down, their arms above your head, their lips skimming yours, their eyes gleaming with a mischievous glow. You could feel your heart pounding against your rib cage, your breath catching in your throat, and the heat rising in your cheeks.
However, as they drew closer, their eyes flicked to yours, and you saw the laughter in them. "That's not funny!" you hissed, wishing they would stop teasing you like this. "Your right its hilarious!" they step back and giving you room to breath and subside that needed subsiding.
You were annoyed, even though you knew that was their intention. You wanted to be mad, to rage against their mischief, but you found yourself admiring them instead. They had a way of drawing you in, captivating you, enthralling you.
Without thinking, you grabbed a fistful of their shirt and pulled them towards you, holding them by the waist. Your eyes locked, and for a moment, you forgot to breathe. Slowly, they leaned closer, their lips mere inches from yours. And then, they placed a soft kiss on your cheek, their lips brushing yours.
It was a whisper, a ghost of a touch. But it was enough to send a shiver down your spine. You shuddered, your fingers clutching their shirt, your heartbeat quickening. And then, they pulled back, their eyes smoldering.
Your breathing was ragged, your pulse racing, your desire threatening to overcome you. "Your too hasty young man!" they tease their lips pressed to your ear, their tongue darting out to lick the shell of your ear.
Unable to speak, unable to move, you let them have their way with you. Their lips continued to caress your ear, their breath hot and heavy. "I guess you do want me…" they whisper, their voice low and sultry.
You didn't know how to respond. You didn't even know if you could. Your body was on fire, your heart about to explode. "Buttt!" with quick and strong hands they pry theirselves from your grip. "Its a bit to soon!" they wink at you and leaning their weight to one leg. "I'm only here to babysit and maybe potentially tell you that below this club there's a feeding den that needs to be destoryed!" they say conspirationaly.
"Seriously now!" you exclaim while trying to compose yourself after what just happened. "Let me take you to a different kind of den that's full of lust and sex!" you offer since you're not exactly ready for anything heavy after what just happened.
"Sounds promising but we have other things to take care of!" they say putting their hand behind their back and starting to walk backwards. "B-but what about my prize?!" you raise a brow at them.
"Our deal was that if I win you do anything I want and so far you've just been chasing my butt." They shrugged.
You groaned, wanting to pull out your hair. This can't be happening. "I can't believe you're just gonna walk away now."
"We can always continue this game later, right?" they teased, flashing you that annoying smirk.
Suddenly, a thought crossed your mind. "Wait! You really mean it?" you asked, raising your eyebrows at them.
They chuckled. "That depends…are you willing to work for it?" they said, their tone full of innuendo.
You couldn't help it. You laughed. It was just the way they said it. "You really are the best!" you grinned, shaking your head in disbelief.
"Now that's my good boy!" they say with affection.
So you and Tarnish get down to business flushing out the vampires from below and destroying their mode of business which is well letting people get drained of their blood, no more human batteries for them.
You and Tarnish take care of their operations like a duo. Bits of dust flying here and there, blood splatter on the walls and on your face as you stab a few unlucky vamps. Even the nonliving thing Tarnish even managed to burn a few bodies. It's pure chaos, but you knew what you were doing.
You looked around you, taking in the destruction and mayhem. It felt good to take out these bloodsuckers. But there's more sucking that needs to be down later and that involves you and Tarnish, if they stop playing hard to get that is.
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