[M] Experimenting

"Back when Latin was still a prominent language and exorcists were highly regarded and devoted their lives to the cause some of them got pretty far.

I remember one temple..."
The Demon smiled fondly and shook her head, laughing softly.

"It during a festival, they were burning my effigy, blaming me for the damnation of humanity and the creation of Lucifer.

I got into the spirit of the evening and burned down their church, I didn't know the foundation was created with a vain of sodium and crystallized blood forming a hexagram.
I got myself trapped, thirty two exorcists, every single one from the neighboring towns rocked up.

They chanted for five days straight, they got to see what I looked like."

She chuckled and smiled at Coilean, taking another sip of her beer.

"Everything I do pisses you off, dear."
She replied, chuckling softly, there were only a few rare seconds where the Lycan hadn't been loathing her in the two times they had encountered one another.

"I'll have to get together a few friends."

He knew a fair few exorcists that still spoke Latin. It wouldn't be too difficult to get them together if he mentioned Belial.

That would be a fun night.

He'd probably get killed for it but either way it would be amusing.

"Everything you've done had involved trying to get the upper hand on me." If she spent less time trying to fuck him instead of letting him fuck her he wouldn't be as pissed off with her as he was.

But right now she seemed determined to make him her little bitch.

"You do that, it has been too long since my last blood bath, I'll let you see what I look like before I send you to the pit.
Perhaps I would gift wrap you for Lilith, she would have fun dominating you."

She mused with a little grin, she could see Lilith tormenting the Lycan all too clearly.

"Even if I rolled over and let you have your little Wolfy way with me you would still find a reason to resent me.
But alas, I am persistent."

He chuckled softly.

She seemed all too confident that she could get away from some of the oldest exorcists in the world.

He had no doubt that a couple of them would die in the process but her against so many ancient exorcists? He didn't see how she could survive the odds.

A snort followed by a soft laugh sounded."Little Wolfy way?" that was one way to put it, he guessed.

"You seem persistent but you've yet to make any real progress, have you?"

"Wrong, I think I have made plenty of progress.
I got you off while I was on top of you, it is rather obvious by the way you cooed my name in there before that you've been thinking about me, and lets not forget that I had my fingers in your ass.

Plenty of progress, as opposed to your efforts of dominating me."

She gave a soft chuckle and finished off her beer, heading to the fridge to grab another, humming softly as she looked at the nearly empty fridge.

"None left, what the hell have you been living off?"

His lips pressed together.

When she put it like that it sounded like progress. "I was under delusions after a nasty spell was set on me that I haven't been able to break. And after twelve hours continuous stimulation."

He was well aware that she had cast a spell on him. He knew the workings of spells; he knew when he was under one. He just didn't know how to break the spell. And that bugged him.

Coilean arched a brow.

"What do you think two guys have been living off?"

Take out and whatever other junk they could get their hands on. If he didnt work out as often as he did, he'd probably be fat.

She grinned at him as he pursed his lips at her.
"Caught me, can't blame a girl for trying, perfectly harmless, unlike the magic you've been using on me."

Lustful spells rarely did anything worse than making the person excessively horny, there was no danger in them.

"I'll remove the spell for you on one condition.
I'm hungry, horny and I want a drink.
There is no food here or alcohol, and trying to fuck you is like getting blood from a stone.

Lets go out to a club, find ourselves some easy lays and have some drinks, I make a habit of not going out alone in this form, the amount of men who try to corner me in a dark alley is ridiculous and I don't feel like spill blood tonight."

"Alls fair in love and war."

He was treating this as a war game. They were two opposing forces, fighting against each other.

"Feel free to find yourself an easy lay." It was much more difficult for him than it was for her. He was horny as fuck but dangerous. He couldnt get a human and he doubted he'd be able to find someone strong enough to survive a Lycan fucking during Mating Season.

"Let me go get dressed."

His eyes ran down over her scantily clad form. "Are you going to go change, too?"

He didnt wait for her answer. He just padded over to the bedroom to pull on a pair of lightwash jeans and a slate grey button down shirt, brushing his hair up into a high ponytail.

"Declaring your love for me already? I'm flattered."
Lia replied with a chuckle, he had walked into that one, and she couldn't resist.

As soon as he had turned around and padded towards the bedroom she had disappeared, returning a moment later wearing a tight, short black dress and high heels, letting her long black hair flow down her back, the layers holding a natural wave to them.

She was waiting for him, sitting back up on the kitchen counter, swinging her long legs idly, the dress showing them off perfectly as it barely covered her.

"Ready."
She called to him, unlike most women, Belial could get dressed up in a matter of seconds, one of the perks of being a demon.

He snorted darkly. "Fuck that."

He was more likely to confess his love to Zeke than Belial. There was no way in Hell that he'd ever declare his love for her. Ever.

Coilean paused when his eyes landed on her.

What in the seven Hells was she wearing? That...wasn't fit for going out in. It was bedroom clothing. Bedroom clothing that was making him a little hot and bothered. Bitch.

"The lets go," he muttered after he cleared his throat, heading towards the door, picking up his keys on the way.

She smirked softly as he looked at her, Coilean was a little old fashioned if he thought what she was wearing was inappropriate, he would soon find out that most the women in the club would be wearing something similar, if not less.

"Coming."

She sang the word slightly and dropped down off of the bench and followed after him, her heels clicking against the tiled floor as she followed him out the door.

"By the way, you can call me Lia, ancient Hebrew names really don't go down well around humans, they get confused so easily."

He gave a little nod.

Lia. That sounded a little better than Belial. More modern. More normal.

He closed and locked the door behind them, shoving the keys in his pocket before headed towards town.

There was a club that he and Ciro frequented that he really enjoyed going to; with Ciro, alone or with a Demon tagging along after him ready to make his life as unbearable as possible.

He needed a drink. A nice strong drink.

Maybe two or three.

...Or ten.

She walked beside him quietly, clutching her hand behind her back, the clicking of her heels and the sound of his footstep the only noise breaking the silence.

"I'm surprised you agreed to come with me, though those dreams were pretty vivid, I choreographed them myself, you're welcome, probably better than some boring old porno movie."

She muttered with a soft laugh, she could only imagine how much they tormented him, while he was in heat of all things.

"I need a drink."

He gave a little nod and a smile to the bouncer of the club as he let them past before stalking towards the bar.

"That is the only reason I'm out here at the moment."

He flagged down the bartender and motioned to Lia to make her order. He could be kind at times.

Very occasionally.

Lia gave the bouncer a little wink, she felt sorry for the poor men, having to put up with so much shit every night from drunken idiots.

The Demon gave the Lycan a smile and leaned up against the bar, greeting the bartender in a flirty manner before placing her order.

Lia gave a soft chuckle as the bartender handed her a glass of Devil Spring Vodka, one of the strongest legal drinks, and the irony of it was too fun to pass up.

Strong alcohol. Sounded good.

"And for me."

The quickest drink to get him buzzed was what he wanted. And what better than some bloody strong Vodka?

He lifted the glass to his lips and knocked back a large mouthful.

Yeah, that was definitely strong stuff.

Now he just needed nine or ten more of these to get him started.

Lia lifted the glass to the lips, knocking it back fairly quickly, this stuff tasted like crap, but the alcohol content was through the roof, it was needed if supernaturals intended on getting drunk.

She called the bartender back over, they were going to knock this stuff back faster than they could order it, she took a few notes out of her bra and handed them to him, pulling him closer so she could ask for the bottle over the loud music and chatting humans.

The bartender nodded and promptly brought the bottle over, she flash him a smile and took it from him, filling up her glass again and taking another large mouthful.

With the notes she had given him she had handed him a small bag filled with a potent aphrodisiac, odorless and colourless she had influenced him to pour it into the bottle as he took it from behind the bar.

The substance would not affect her, but it would affect Coilean quite a lot.

After all, all is fair in love and war.
"Cheers."
She muttered to him over the noise of the club, taking another sip.

Once he had finished his glass, he poured another from the bottle.

He didn't look to her as he downed the glass in one. He wanted to get himself drunk enough to not feel the constant arousal buzzing in the back of his mind.

He wanted to forget about Mating Season for a couple hours, even if it meant dealing with a nasty hangover tomorrow morning.

Coilean leaned back against the bar as he poured himself a second glass, taking much small sips.

The Lycan stared out at the dancing inhabitants of the club, swirling his glass idly, occasionally lifting it to his lips to take a sip.

Lia smirked inwardly as he took another glass full, now it was time to have some fun.

She finished her drink and move away from the bar, moving through the crowd easily as most of the male occupants attempted to grind against her, only to be met with rejection as she walked past.

She made her way to the middle of the dance floor, finding the hottest man in the club and dancing with him,

He was tall, with shoulder length blond hair and was grinding up against her eagerly as she danced, much more fluidly and seductively than the rest of the crowd, when you live that long, you know how to dance properly in order to seduce others.

A few minutes after Lia wondered off, Coilean shifted a little.

It was getting a little hot in the club, wasn't it? And his pants were feeling uncomfortably tight. Again.

Damn Mating Season. Couldnt leave him alone for five fucking minutes. he had just jerked off twenty minutes ago and he was wanting more again.

And he couldn't smell any non-humans in the bar except for Lia in the bar. Just fucking perfect. He couldnt carry on like this. He needed to go find Lia. Tell her he was going home. He had gotten what he wanted. He had had enough Vodka to feel a little better in himself.

With a soft sign, Coilean downed the rest of his glass and ventured out into the crowd, groaning slightly as people ground against him but moving on quickly.

When his eyes caught Lia he stalked forwards purposefully. Ignoring the man she was pressed again, he laid a hand on her shoulder and leaned forwards. "I'm heading out."

Lia turned around as a hand gripped her shoulder, smiling up at him, her smile fading slightly as he spoke.

She gripped onto his shoulder and leaned up on her toes so she could talk into his ear, over the thumping music.

"Yeah okay, are you alright you look flushed..."

She muttered to him in reply, looking up at him with rather genuine looking concern, though she knew exactly what was wrong with him.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling fine."

He cleared his throat. "Just a little...seasonal problem." His eyes flickered up to the human that Belial had been dancing with, giving him an awkward little grin.

He wanted to get away from all of this.

His body jerked and he gasped loudly when someone pressed against his back, grinding into his ass. Oh fuck.

He jerked away from him, sending a filthy look over his shoulder as he unknowingly pressed himself against Lia. What the fuck was happening? Eighteen hundred years and he had never been this sensitive before.

Was this a result of only having sex twice during this Season?

She nodded softly as he explained but a surprised grin spread across her lips as she looked up at him.

"Coilean...that's not a 'little' problem what so ever.
I know I have no right to play the concerned friend, but I think you are pushing you luck with the season, this could be getting dangerous."

She knew that he hadn't been with anyone this season, he was putting himself at risk, and her drugging him could be put down to that, he never had to know.

"That is why I'm going home and fixing it," he ground out, forcing himself to pull away from her.

He really needed to get away from the grinding humans with their touchy feelyness.

Coilean was feeling very very uncomfortable in this big crowd.

He needed to calm down a little before he headed home.

The Lycan tore himself away from her and bolted towards the bathroom. The first thing he did when he was in the large room was turn on a tap and douse his face and neck with cold water.

Something unsexy... His niece throwing up on him when he was a kid. The uncomfortably hot bile running down his chest and back. His family laughing at him. Having to tromp down to the river to clean himself and his tunic.

She chuckled softly as he ran for the bathroom, waiting a moment before following after him.

The Demon stopped another man from entering the bathroom, pushing him out of the way, his shouting at her clearly heard as she pushed into the bathroom and pushed the door shut, stopping him from entering by pushing the doors hinges, practically mashing the metal together so the door could not be budged, it was the best she could do since the door didn't have a lock.

Since she had stopped others from entering it was just the two of them in the bathroom.

"You wont make it back through the crowd, I'm taking you home, my way."

She replied as she leaned against the door, panting softly from balling the rather large man out of the way.