ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ

Lily. Mage. Escort Everything I do is wrong, but by God I do it right.

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hayato

“Then come by whenever you wish.” He got up and walked over to her, pulling out a card with his landscaping business and contact information on it. “Though call me next time you are bound to arrive.”

As she echoed useful, he pointed to Steve ripping open the rat and taking time to get a better look at her. “Yes, useful. Steve got to stay here because he’s great at pest control. So if you wish to help, I am in need of a few things. And interested in a few others.”

She slips the business card into her wallet, grateful for being given the opportunity to come back. She would make definitely sure to call ahead the next time, to ask, to inform that she was coming. “Of what are you in need of?” help around the garden, she supposes. Although she wouldn’t catch mice “And what is it you are interested in, Sir?”

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covairesokami·:

“When they are polite about it as you are, I’m more than happy to share it for a while.” As he spoke, Steve the male calico, came past her with a large dead rat in his mouth that he went over on to the porch to rip open. “Or when they are useful enough to earn a place here.”

“I would appreciate that.” Lily answers truthfully “Greatly.” she wouldn’t mind visiting his gardens again. “Useful?” she echoes “What services do you require Sir?” she wouldn’t mind helping out around the garden, she wouldn’t be opposed at all to offer him her services in the bedroom either—- “Perhaps I can be of help?”

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erebus

The curl that illuminates his lips is exquisitely thrilled, twisting upwards and lacing greed into his eyes. It is clear how very much he approves of her response. The girl speaks truthfully, he judges. There is no affected lie to those words; no feigned or forced attempt at seduction. So he leaves, and returns much later, when the night already well underway and city is bustling with raucous deviance. "Come,” he says once he finds her, though his steps forward leave little room for manoeuvre. They are standing closely, and he lifts a searing hand to brush his knuckles against her cheek. It could have been a gentle affection; but he is feeling her skin, getting a taste of her scent, just enough to tease his thirst.

Their destination is a hotel close-by. A suite in his name, balcony windows thrown open and letting the city’s noise into the room. Someone had ignited the fireplace in his absence; he paced to it immediately, intending to stifle the flames. He was doing better with heat these days, but it could still become too much.

A shudder of the pleasant kind runs up her spine when his knuckles, far too hot to be considered body temperature, brush against her cheek. The mage had always preferred those who were hot blooded over those who were cold to the touch and Erebus was of a kind that wasn’t just hot to the touch. Fire burns in his veins and Lily can’t wait to be consumed by it. 

She follows him, dutifully, like the well behaved Escort she is, to the hotel he had chosen for them. The burning fire, she considers to be a nice touch and like a moth to the flame, she’s drawn to it. Although she hovers close to her master for the night, craving his touch more than the licking of the flames. “Do you want me to undress, Sir?” she questions “Or would you rather take over that task yourself?” 

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hayato

“This years will make for 51.” Hayato finished his work on the rose bushes, and rose, looking around. “You’re looking at my favorite spot. There are plenty of places I enjoy to be here in Covaire, but my garden is my oasis.”

She really shouldn’t be surprised about his answer, his garden was an oasis. “Understandably.” she breathes, once more taking in her surroundings. “Do you grand others the permission to visit your oasis?” she questions “Official, instead of accidential of course.” she adds after a moment, a bit of a sheepish smile on her lips.

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sena

“I see, you haven’t been here long then.” The city from what she had seen so far always had an influx of people going in and out. It seemed Covaire had a reputation, perhaps it was curiosity that brought others as it had brought her. She shrugged her shoulders at the question. “Curiosity I suppose, a change of location.” She didn’t want to get too much further into it, she didn’t like to share. “And how did you end up here?”

“No, I haven’t.” she offers, very easily understanding the need for a change of scenery. She’d been there, had traveled constantly, fueled by her need for that. “Oh well,” she shrugs, a somewhat sheepish smile on her lips “I suppose you could say I’m not here by my choice but rather by someone else’s.” she truly doesn’t mind telling the story, truly doesn’t mind the reason behind her arrival. What was the point in hiding it? Working as an escort wasn’t a punishment, she liked what she did, being confined to the city’s limits, was.

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hayato

“Well, I’d hope mine was this way after the years of maintenance I put into it. So at least if you had to get lost in someone’s yard it was mine. Haven’t seen you before. I assume you’re one of the mages that joined us recently?”

“A recent arrival.” she confirms. Not exactly willingly, not exactly happy, but that was beside the point “A couple weeks at best.” which should explain why he hadn’t seen her yet. “I’m still getting myself accustomed to the city.” she supplies “Which is how I got lost and well—- found myself in your beautiful garden.” she likes it here, it’s a strange reminder of home, one of the rare, pleasant kinds. Would he let her visit again? Spend time here? “You’ve been here for a long time?” it’s an assumption based on the way he had spoken. “What’s your favourite spot?”

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sena

Sena smiled and nodded in agreement. Of course it was typically just the start of her day, at the shop she usually made herself some tea with caffeine in an attempt to keep the energy up. She shook her head at the question. “Close to six months now. How long have you been here?” 

Oh that long already? “Less than that.” Lily offers “Couple of weeks.” judging by the rank of the other, she did come out of her own free will. “What brought you to the city of sins, if you don’t mind me asking?” 

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kazimir

They would have found her sooner or later. When they had remembered. It wasn’t often that they were offered or accepted personal contracts from business associates. But this had been different. A disloyal thieving whore she may be. But that wasn’t much of a temptation to the Chthonic. It had been the fact that she was a mage. A mage to torture and play with that had peaked their interest. They had honestly expected something much less– striking from how Isaac had spoken of her. Aesthetically she was very attractive to the tall Chthonic. Hot fingers brushed the tattoos that were visible on her arms and hands, admiring.  

Kazya wired the required funds to her account through the Dominion. Eight hours. “Now– Let us go find those drinks.” The plan was to get her nice and chemically compromised before they had their real fun.

Oh she likes the sound of that, likes to be taken dancing and be paid for it. The drinks flow plenty, the client making sure she always has one in hand and if not that then at least within reach. Enjoying yourself greatly and being paid for it—- it’s easy like that, to forget that she was trapped within the limits of this city. She can almost taste her freedom—- She sticks close to Kazya, considering that’s where the shots come from, but the chthonic had bought her attention after all so that’s the body she moves with and against in between the shots she takes.

The mage sways a little on her feet, not much but she is intoxicated enough to pleasantly buzz, the world a little blurry around the edges “Where—-” maybe her tongue is a little heavy although that doesn’t influence the smile on her lips “Are you taking me?” she asks the client she walks alongside of, most of her weight resting on the arm that’s wrapped around her.

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kazimir

A response like that left a lot to the imagination and Kazya was a very creative creature. Fire. Heat. Spice. All things that the Chthonic could work with. But she seemed like a cautious escort. Something that always peaked their curiosity when brought to their attention. 

But the name stops them for a moment. Only a moment. They knew this name. Isaac gave them this name. It was only the briefest of moments before everything is as it was and they wrap their arm around the mages. “Lily– Then you will be my Lily for tonight, yes?”

There is something about the way the client pauses before a strong arm wraps around her to lead her off that does for the briefest of moments, not sit well with her. She almost feels like, she missed something, some vital piece of information, like there is something the chthonic knows, that she doesn’t. It’s a fleeting sensation though, gone by the time when she is lead off so Lily doesn’t dwell on it. 

“I will be.” she breathes, a smile on her lips. She’ll be whatever he wants her to be. “I’m yours for the night.” for however long she’ll be paid to be—-

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hayato

“Lily. Pleasure to meet you, you may call me Mr. Motoyoshi, Hayato, or Sir.” He clipped a few roses that weren’t growing well enough so the rest of the plant could focus it’s energy on the healthy flowers. “So do you often wander into others’ yards, or is this something out of the ordinary? I don’t mind you here, but there are many who would be quite upset, even violent if you did the same on their property.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Sir.” she decides, with a nod, a smile on her lips “I don’t.” she laughs “I mean, not unless they are as beautiful as yours.” she watches him clip the roses, taking their continued conversation as an invite to walk alongside him “By the time I had realized that I had walked on private property I was busy admiring your garden.” she admits “I must have gotten lost, on my quest to familiarize myself with the city.” 

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rémi

Rémi remains stoic— it’s part of the game. He’s not that much into bdsm, but he does like to dip his toes into that world from time to time——— it’s also because Lily wanted him to be fully in charge, and he’s glad to deliver. He watches her, all the while, hearing their client touching themselves in another room. He’s glad to hear that, and blocks it out, both the noises, but also the red light at the corner of his eye— it’s only the mage, and him now.

Finally, the other escort starts to finger herself, and he pulls to the side the towel, to reveal his hardening cock— it’s a reward for the show, but also to tease her back. “A bit longer pet.” After a few more minutes, he’s fully erect just front her sight. “Stop. Come here, and get your reward. Get my cock wet, and ready for you.” He orders her calmly.

She doesn’t need to be asked twice, as much as it pains her to stop the motions of her fingers, she immediately complies, shifting back to a kneeling position and crawling towards him. Remaining in a kneeling position, the mage settles to sit on her heels. 

Although there hadn’t been an order not to use her hands, she leaves them, folded in her lap once she has adjusted herself in a position that allows to easily wrap her lips around his cock. Although, Lily starts with her tongue, deciding to put the emphasis for the moment, on the word wet; by dragging her tongue from the base all the way up to the tip. She does so slowly, only wrapping her lips around him after she does circle her tongue. She eases down on to him, taking him deeper and deeper.

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achilles

  The twist caught him by pure surprise, lips parting and brows furrowing as his eyes narrowed at her in response. He was half tempted to respond in some sort of biting remark but he fought against the need, his hands returning on her thighs; stroking along her waist. She got a sharp groan out of him, his scarred hands gripping onto her skin before he crooned his neck, reaching up towards the mage so as to trap her into an open mouthed kiss; aching to drown the throbbing sensation on his lips.

  Her comment did not go unnoted, she could count on that. 

  His hands travelled underneath her shirt as the human’s lips kissed down, going from her chin to her neck where his own teeth came out to play. He lapped and nibbled a sweet spot on the side of her throat, teeth grazing and lips kissing as his fingers undid the clasps of her bra underneath her shirt. Normally there would be care, gentleness but it was clear neither of them had such intentions.  “  Fuck you.  ”  A breathless whisper against her bruising skin as he pulled away, sitting up with his hands briefly landing back on her waist to hold her onto his lap before tugging her shirt off of her to discard behind them on the bed. He quickly took off his own, too, before his lips fell between her collarbones instead; kissing a path down along her cleavage. He was still feeling unbelievably bitter and that combined with her actions only added more fuel to the fire burning up his insides. 

Lily laughs aloud, amusement, ringing through her voice “I thought that’s what you were trying to do?” she refers to the fuck you, unable to let go, to stop from railing him on further. She doesn’t want to be here, no, she doesn’t want to be here with him. This helps, gives her something to focus on, instead of what was required of her.  “Or am I mistaken in my assumption?” fingers, flat against his chest, the mage pushes him onto the mattress once more, leaving her fingers where they are, to brace herself and keep him down while her hips roll forward. 

A motion, she keeps up, steadily rolling forward “Or will I—-” she bends down, telling herself it’s not him, while her hips keep moving. Maybe if she closes her eyes. “Have to take care of that for us, hm?” her lips are inches from his, nearly brushing them with each syllable she breathes before she does forcefully claim them in a bruising kiss “And do it myself after all?” 

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theus·

He doesn’t miss her omission— Theus is too cunning to miss things like that, when it’s so obvious, but he humours her. “Oh—— I figure you never heard of Covaire City prior to you coming here then? Before 2018, only werewolves, vampires, and humans lived in the city, and there were only Masters, and Mistresses, civilians, and slaves. Slavery was abolish, and the prisoner replaced the slaves, while Masters , and Mistresses became clients, and escorts came to be.“ Which is when he had arrived  the summer of 2018.

"I see how how is. Was he right though?” She can refuse to answer, he won’t mind, Theus knows more than enough now. “And you are?” Might be nice to ask her name at this point.

He isn’t wrong, Lily hadn’t heard of Covaire before, while safe-heavens for the supernatural weren’t uncommon and she had definitely heard of them before, what laid behind them, hadn’t been something she had familiarized herself with. “Well, I’m glad I missed that era.” Isaac no doubt, would have made her a slave if she would have been send to Covaire earlier. 

“Right about what?” she laughs “That I value my freedom? I mean, who doesn’t value their freedom?” the mage loathes the fact that she no longer had freedom to travel, to hunt for whoever was to blame for her father’s demise. “I grew up on an Abbey, under strict rules I broke every chance I got. What do you think?” she laughs again. “I’m Lilith, Lily is fine though. You?” 

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kazimir

Kazimir smirked at the price she gave them, never breaking their stride as they walked. But when she felt it was necessary to add the hour remark they couldn’t help but laugh, “Da, kotik. $350 an hour and Fireball whiskey. You like spicy things then yes?” They already had a few ideas on things they could give to this little witch. If she liked heat so much, they were more than willing to play. Though they had to remind themselves that they couldn’t get too carried away.

The Chthonic looked down at the tattooed mage and smiled, “Kazimir Voronovich Voyevoda. But you can call me Kazya.” Their eyes glittered slightly, “If you want money then you should probably tell me your name, no?” 

Lily laughs at the mention of spice “Yeah, you could say that.” anything that burns, really, but she didn’t need to go into detail about that, at least not right now. The client would figure that one out soon enough, one way or another, depending at least, on what services were required of her. The night, wasn’t necessarily about her or her desires after all. She’d become who and what the client wanted her to be—- should she get to enjoy herself in the process, all the better, of not? Well, she still got paid.

“Kazya.” she echoes, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Lilith Cole, but Lily is fine too.” 

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jeremiel

There was something about the pup that Jeremiel liked. She intrigued him and he was quite curious to where all of this could end. “That is a shame you had to tend to business yourself. Some times it happens.” He takes a sip of his coffee, and lets her question linger in the air for a moment. His head cocks to the side. “Last night, but she left.” He sits up in his chair. “If you feel that your orgasm was less than satisfying, I could help change that.”

"Better I take matters into my own hands then relay on another where I have no guarantee of the desired satisfaction.” she challenges lightly, a smile still playing around her lips. Ah, so that kind of hungover. Lily offers him a smile, letting his offer linger between them, seemingly mulling it over. “That is a generous offer.” she finally responds “And would I know I’d leave your side utterly satisfied, I might even take it, free of charge.” but time was valuable and she could afford to pass up an opportunity for money, not until she had established herself enough—- “We could strike a deal though.” a discount perhaps. If he left her truly satisfied, but first the mage wanted to know whether or not he was willing to pay at all.

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sena

“Nice to meet you as well.” She tells her with a small smile and a nod. She’s never been much of a social person, or rather she hasn’t been since everything that had happened. “I appreciate it, I’m not sure I’d make it through the day without the caffeine.” 

“Relatable.” Lily nods. “Liquid gold.” quite literally, at least where she was concerned. The stronger and the hotter, the better. 

She isn’t the first mage she encounters since leaving her coven, and still it’s a bit of a strange feeling. Perhaps it’s the desire belong, to have a place among those similar to her, that prompts it—- “Have you been in Covaire for long?” did the city have it’s own coven?

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achilles

  Unfortunately so. Unpleasantly so. Achilles found no way to believe his bad luck; he was still feeling bitter over the stranger he had been met with in the store. And here she was now, standing right in front of him. But alas, he couldn’t possibly back away out of a grudge; one over some chocolate let alone. He was never the one to pass up a good offer; even if he bore no feelings of kindness for the partner he was paired with. 

  “  Yes.  ”  With a cold grin spreading across his face he made the first move upon noticing her reluctance. He stepped forth, one of his hands reaching for hers; his hold was certainly much warmer than the look on his face.  “  We shall.  ”

  He tugged her close to him, his lips capturing her own. He moved slow, one could even say gentle, though in his head he was merely taking the chance of evaluating their situation, to channel his pettiness into something else instead. Professionality above all. His lips soon left a trail of kisses across her cheek, eventually reaching her jaw whilst guiding her backwards towards the bed. His lips hoovered over her wear so he could silently whisper. When he was upfront with a client, things where different. They had times for negotiations when things went beyond the standard; but this was different. 

  They were to do their thing while the client watched; and the last thing he needed, was throwing off the setting for their watcher by posing questions.  “  Now is your chance to tell me what you don’t like doing.  ”

She resists the urge to push him away, tells herself it’s work, that she just needs to become what the client wanted her to be. Slip into a role, pretend that she enjoys herself and nothing else. Maybe she could tell herself he was someone else? Pretend the lips of another moved against her skin—-

It works, at least enough for her to respond accordingly, with her head tilted to the side to give him better access and her fingers easing into his hair. It shifts however, the second he speaks. 

Damn him. 

Instead of responding, Lily makes use of the fact that the bed hits the back of her calves, nearly forcing her to sit down but the mage spins the narrative, has him on the bed in a matter of seconds only to be on top of him just as quick. “Be here with you, for starters.” she responds, her voice low, quiet, with her lips in close proximity to his “But we can’t have everything, can we?” the grin on her lips turns devilish “At least I still have chocolate—-” her teeth sink into his bottom lip, unnecessarily hard but she doesn’t necessarily care, although she makes a point of dragging her tongue along his lips in an effort to soothe, and to put on a show.