Girls' Night Out Part 2

After a couple of rounds trying on dresses, you settle on something pure and innocent to wear. Leaving the rest of the outfits you had picked out for yourself with the attendant, along with instruction to send them to your mother's place.

The nature of your flirting changes when you return to the clubs. Men, and occasional woman, pretending they're looking out for a girl newly arrived in Las Vegas are falling over themselves to offer you a drink, ****, and a few are even graciously promising to escort you to one of the city's seedy love hotels. You string the Prince Charmings along, not even having fake the interest in most of their proposals. As things progress and glasses are emptied, you become more forward, eager, stoking their arousal until you start dragging them away to a toilet, an alleyway, or a secluded spot in the club.

Here, your knight sweeps in to 'rescue' you.

The first few attempts were awful; the woman couldn't keep her emotions under control and stormed like a thunderous cloud toward your paramours the second they appeared. But as Cora learned to let jealousy smolder and burn slowly, your reunions became far more passionate and eager. Her verbal evisceration as she sent them scurrying was more of a turn on than you realized. And so was the way she kept denying you release.

Although you had to admit to nearly cumming on the spot after you were kneeling in a bathroom stall, with a John's cock rock hard before your eyes and seconds away from swallowing it to the base when she kicked the door down. His stunned expression was priceless and you regretted not immortalizing the moment with your smartphone. While Cora had never been prettier.

“Last stop for the night,” you whisper in Cora's ear as the limo pulls to a halt.

After untangling yourself from your escort's embrace, you exit and walk up the steps of a gaudy and neon-lit facade. Cora hardly notices what kind of place you're entering, her eyes entirely on you. But once she does, she comes to an abrupt halt. “Weren't you taking me to your home? Why are we in a brothel.” It's impossible not to notice the caution creeping into her voice and stance as her muscles tenses. Your lips quirk as you watch realization upon realization dawn on her.

“Except for the handful of days I spent sleeping at Taylor's place, I've lived here. Surely, she told what I did before she rescued me, didn't she. Besides, my mother, the Queen, haven't bought me my own place yet. Not sure if I want a penthouse or mansion.” At the mention of your mother, everything crystallized for Cora. Immediate rage twisted her features and she rose her fist to pummel the face of one of PM's princesses until it was unrecognizable. And brain matter splattered over the walls, you were sure.

But, before Cora had time for that, the fingers black latex glove wrapped around her wrist and held her in place with supernatural ****. “If you hurt my merchandise, I promise to do much worse to you.” Tanith hissed her threat before her eyes flared scarlet and turned to you. “I expect answers, Maya.” With remarkable restraint she led the pair of you to her bedroom. You noticed a few of the vases decorating her room was missing.

With no point holding back, you told them everything that had happened.

The demoness looked at you with a newfound and healthy respect, and a little fear. While Cora continued to simmer with anger, she kept it lidded, knowing how futile it would be to do anything reckless and questioning if she could even hurt you with her fist.

“So when are you killing me, Maya, weren't you supposed to destroy Griese and the rest of us. Or take my soul, like you did Taylor?” Cora asked sullenly.

“Not at all,” you cooed softly, pulling yourself up against her where she sat on the bed. With deft fingers you began to undo the buttons of her shirt and waistcoat. She stubbornly looked away. “ Griese will have to go, of course,” Cora clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes in response, “and Taylor was such a pure soul that I had to take it away. But you, Cora,” you pushed away her opened jacket and shirt, letting your hands roam over her exposed breasts before cupping them. She couldn't hide the flush creeping into her cheeks, “are already a greedy, violent, and lustful bitch. And I want you bad.”

“So I fuck you in exchange for my soul and then you make my empty husk a puppet?”

“I sold my soul for a fuck. Trust me, Cora, it's not worth it. No, I prefer you to keep it. But you're right, I want you to join me. Griese has already lost. So far I've been enjoying myself, but I could easily have mother's goons knocking down the doors tomorrow. Besides, didn't you have fun cutting loose your inhibitions tonight, letting your emotions run wild? Imagine not having to hold back anymore. All you need to do is join the winning, mother's, side.” You cupped the side of her face. Cora barely resisted as you pulled her to face you. “A Princess needs her knight to defend her. I entrust my safety to you, Cora.”

To prove it, you let your fingers graze the corded muscles of her arms on your way to grasp her hands and bring them to your throat. Taking your invitation, she began slowly coiling her fingers around your neck as she considered her options.