Introduction
Written By Brylan

~Sins At Midnight~

The heat in the room increased, making it hotter than a sona in the small confined area. Small locks of her blond hair clung to the sides of her face, soaked in perspiration but she took no notice. Light, slender fingers merely pushed the pesky, damp pieces back behind her delicate ear. Normally she hated the heat, it made her feel dirty, sticky and slightly less attractive then she knew herself to be. There was only two good reasons in this world to sweat as far as she was concerned. One was when you're having great sex, and the other when you're involved in a good fight. The scene in front of her was borderlining both sex and fighting, therefore she insisted it be hot in the room. The smell of fresh blood was stronger as long as it was hot. The raw scent of torn flesh and deep opened wounds made her body vibrate and hum, drunk on the smell in the air and the blood that had splashed onto her fully naked body during the throw down she had ordered for the evening. Unwilling to have sex this night Nashira instead paid Katishka for a Sadistical Demonstration, a fight between two of thesadist goddess' beloved cats in the privacy of one of 100 rooms at Nefarious Nights. Sins At Midnight was now more or less a window display of possibilities. Nefarious Nights was where those possibilities could come true for the mile long guest list that fluctuated the downtown hotspots.

Nashira's eyes widened as the two exhausted and beautifully bloody cats rose to their feet and flashed to their human form. Nikeon and Whisper were barely able to stand without wavering a bit. 4 long hours of tearing into one another had caught up to their muscled limbs at long last. Several area's on their naked, smooth forms were torn and spilling heavy amounts of blood while heavy bruising had already started to form around the varay of large cat scratches each of them bore. Some of the gushing, power-filled blood seeping from them Nashira now wore on her gleamingly pale skin. But that was what she had been going for. Beneath the smooth surface of her body the wretched succubi demon purred in delight as it rolled around and fed greedily at the offering of violence and blood all around her. Just what a Sadist Goddess loved for a meal. Unlike other Courtesan Goddesses the Sadist Courtesan's had another way to satisfy the insatiable hunger of the sex demon each carried. For a sadist such as herself the act of violence, blood shed, punishment and cruelty with a chaser of sex produced energy that a sadistical succubus would take as a substitute for sex. Sure it wasn't the same, but it came in handy. Specially for a Courtesan such as Nashira. She hated to be touched, more so than Katishka herself. She hated being in close contact with just about everyone. Her job at Nefarious Nights made that impossible to achieve but she tolerated it to a certain degree. Either that or she started a bone breaking crusade against all those who let their eyes wander too long over her petite, yet lusciously curved body. Like Whisper, the most looked upon of the companions, her hair was a mane of golden threads, feeling like they had been woven from silk. The site of that mixed with the cool, spring blue of her eyes made her ideal eye candy for all those who passed through the doors of Nefarious Nights.

Her attention was momentarily taken from the two compeditors as the door to the room opened and Brylan stepped in. Dressed in his usual leather pants and lose flowing royal blue silk shirt with only one button done up in the center of his chest he made her mouth water. Even though she had a known distaste for being touched in any way except for the act of sex itself Brylan was one she had made exceptions for and had yet to regret the act. He was a strong, hard lover who fucked not only to please himself but the one he was with. If it took all night to satisfy his partner then he would go all night, fucking her hard, pushing that building sexual prowess to the starving demon till it was too full to bitch any longer. At least this was how it was now. The first time her demon had craved Brylan he had been the bastard all knew him to be and had stayed with her only long enough to get his rocks off, leaving her wanting... needing another partner to continue the feeding so the beast would not tear her up from the inside out. She blamed herself for that one. As a Companion Brylan had a repsonsibility to the Courtesan Goddesses to aide them in keeping their demons happy and fed. But he had never been one to obey the rules and guidlines set before him. He was more likely to rebell against it or just plain ignor it. He aimed to please himself only, and that came with the knowledge that he could piss anyone off and drive them up the wall with the need to kill him for his unwillingness to cooperate and make things easier when the times called for it. He just as soon as make things harder and bask in the arguements and fights to follow. Yet he was completely irresistable with his cat green eyes, black hair with deep, blood red highlights and a body that could shame a God. "Nashira, get your lazy ass up and downstairs. You're 15 minutes late to start your shift. Ronin can't call it a night till you relieve her."

"Well then I guess she'll have to wait a while longer," Nashira replied as she laid back and bared her naked, blood streaked breasts to his gaze. A slow, easy smirk graced her lips as she watched him watch her.

Brylan grinned wickedly. Of all the Courtesan Goddesses besides Katishka, Nashira would have to be the one who got him going the most. Everytime he saw her he was reminded of how her even now hard nipples had felt between his lips as he first suckled them to bruising, then biten into the straining peaks till they spilled her blood over his tongue and down his throat. She had tasted as good as she always looked. "Guess you're gonna have to get up and actually work for once. Now there's a fucking concept for everyone," he sneered. His large hands grabbed up the pile of clothing on the only other piece of furniture in the room, besides the oversized chaise lounder Nashira laid on. Licking his lips suggestively at Nashira he threw the clothing at the two naked were-tigers in the center of the room. "Get dressed you two. Kat is waiting for you both over at Sins At Midnight. She figured you two would need a healing before you start work tonight."

Nashira laughed. "What bothers you most Brylan? That you don't have time to go see Kat yourself, or that they look better naked than you do?"

The man turned his eyes to her, but it was the tiger that stared her down. A low growl came from his lips as he licked them over. A satisfying grin came to his mouth a moment later while he watched her writhe and shiver in response. "I think that says it all."

Nashira's eyes flamed a light blue, nearly white, color as she returned his heated look. "That's only your opinion." she challenged.

Watching her stretch once again his gaze quickly went to the two still standing in the room, both now dressed. A look of pure, male understanding past between the three men and Nikeon and Whisper left, closing the door behind them. Nashira had a moment to watch the door close before Brylan had himself straddled over her body, on all fours. One strong, powerful arm snaked it's way beneath her and around her back, arching only her body up while her head fell back. A yelp of surprise from her was cut off as Brylan circled his mouth around her right nipple and sucked it hard into his hot, wet mouth. He bent her back more, thrusting her aching peak more up into his mouth. She was warm, delightfully smooth and soft as most Courtesan's were. The tingling sensation of the wicked demon brushed his tongue, obviously chosing her hardening peak as its next resting/eating place. Expertly his tongue caresses and encouraged the creature to take more, which it did. It drunk of the way his palet slid over her strained peak while his mouth suckled her hard and fierce. A companion of very less experience could not follow and use it's senses to reach out and grant the demon it's true wants. But Brylan was anything but inexperienced. His tongue teased and toyed with the feeding wretch till it shook her warm body in his arms, demanding more and taking it out on her, hightening her need of him.

His hot attention went to her other nipple and shook her once more. Every inch of her burned. How could she not of remembered this? As far as a succubus was concerned she was one of the hardest women to get to. She prefered violence to sex even though she liked them both. But with Brylan she was as helpless as the list of women who'd shared his bed had been. Now she was back in the trap. But she didn't care. Her demon loved him and the way he made such harsh demands on her body. He was selfish to the core of his being, thinking only of getting more from her so he could satisfy himself and his own needs. He didn't care if she was pleased by his actions, he knew she was. Arrogent but rightly confident in his abilities. Nashira was a being with no emotion so his motives only made her want him more. Only made the demon want him omre. If he could feed her like this he could have her as often as he wished it. No other could say such a thing. "You should know not to come see me while you're dressed." she hissed, arching herself more up to him as she grabbed handfuls of his shirt and easily pulled it apart and off him. Brylan was completely unphased and uncaring of her actions as he bit his way from her nipple down to her stomach. His hot mouth pressed openly wide over her skin in a wide thick drinking of her taste, his senses reeling at the exotic smell to rare for a name. A further enticing of her demon to keep him going. She played havoc with his acute sense of smell and touch till he finally dipped his head between her legs and took her into his mouth. Slowly her legs slipped up over his shoulders and around his neck, firmly planting his wicked mouth to her pussy and feasting on her like a wild, starved animal.

The taste of her and feel of her most delicate flesh in his mouth forced a growl and a harder press of his mouth into her. The swirling of his tongue over her clit stopped and slid down her wet slid till he smoothly slipped inside her. The roar of pleasure from the demon echoed in his mind, spoke to him, directed him till she screamed his name and came hard over his tongue. Still he tasted her, licked her till she came again. His body leaned up on knees between her legs, arms reaching under her ass and pulling her up into his mouth while the rest of her shaking form still remained lying on the lounger. One arm effortlessly held her up to his mouth while the other smoothed seductively over her thigh and further tightened the hold of her legs around his neck. She came for him again twice more before he eased and gently lapped her pussy clean while the soft vibration of his purr started tightening her body once more. Arousing her. Readying her for him again.

Again Nashira only had a moment between cries as Brylan lapped at her like a cat that is bathing itself. Slow, easy licks over her pussy. Cleaning her of the many waves of juices that had spilled from her body thanks to him. At sudden it stopped and she found herself being flipped over onto your stomach and brought up on all fours. The cougar inside growled back at him over her shoulder, only to met with his face a mere breath away from her. The tiger growled back at her warningly as his arms slipped below her body in a cup of her breasts, pushing her hard up against him in his lean over her.

His large hands kneaded and stroked her breasts as he teased her from behind. Loving the way she growled at him and rubbed her backside up agianst his front in that perfect slink of a way only a cat could. He further pushed her up and into him, rubbing his own ripped body down along her smooth ass and back while he bent her head and bit hard into the side of her neck. The cougar roar was halfway out of her mouth when he finally shoved his thick cock deep inside her, filling her hard and fast. The beast she was struggled beneath him and took eagerly from him at the same time. His arms only tightened, holding her in place as he rammed himself through her tight, slick walls. Hard. Fast. Pounding himself into her over and over till she calmed and joined him. His large hands smoothed down her body and over her thighs. Gripping the tender spot her forced her legs further apart and then forced her upper body down more till she rested on her elbows. "That's right," he purred and nuzzled her lower back, gripping her hips and pushing her back into him as he thrust forward and into her.

Everytime the woman screamed the beast would cut her off into a roar as Brylan beat himself hard into her body, shaking her to her toes, feeding the demon beast with every single hard pound of his dick into her tight pussy. He followed the lead of the creature perfectly, the two completely insync with one another. Digging her fists into the lounger beneath her she moved to meet him, pushing herself back over his thick meat as he moved to enter her again. Each thrust was more powerful than the last and when she came it was harder than when he had used his tongue to fuck her. A roar of her satisfied demon came first, screaming his name on an appreciative echo, then the beast followed along with his as he spilled his seed deep into her body. PUmping himself inside her again and again till her tight, clenching walls had milked him dry.

Still, the demon wanted more. As it always did with Brylan. Laying down Nashira turned over beneath him, panting, laying under him as he remained on all fours trying to catch his own breath. "Don't tell me you're tired already." she purred as reached up to slide her hands down his chest.

Brylan raised his head and laughed, nudging her legs apart and shoving his cock back inside her, filling her again. Hard again for her already. The demon screamed to them both and made him lean over her, kissing her pouty lips, grinning to them. "Not tired. Just no time." he said and moved himself off and out of her.

"You bastard!" she screamed as the succubus did the same, yelling it's displeasure and demanding to be fed again as her goddess eyes watched him dress himself again with a thought.

"You're good Nashira. Probably one of three best I have ever been with." he leaned back over her and licked across her frown. "But I'm still better and it's because I am a bastard."