Happy Anniversary!

The following night…

"What do you mean I'm not invited?!" Barked Tony Stark at the rear entrance to ‘Little Devil’s Escorts’. Where a burly looking man in a black t-shirt and clip board looked down at and shook his head. "Says your not on the list." Shaking his head back, the well-dressed man crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

"Do you KNOW who I am? Tony Stark? Billionaire and well renowned haberdasher."

Going back to the clipboard and going over one page after the other, the bouncer shook his head and shrugged. "Tsk... Still says your not on the list."

"Bullshit.” Storming off back to his Ferrari, Tony stormed off before turning and pointing an accusing finger back at the bouncer. “You know what? I'll have my OWN anniversary, with BLACKJACK! And BOOZE! And HOOKERS! You know what? Forget the Blackjack!" Waving his hand, Tony entered his sports car and drove off.

Making a face, the incubus in human form double checked his list of invites until he found a smudged name near the bottom. “Hmm, oh wait, THERE it is… Tony Stark, heh, we need a new printer.”

*

“HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!” Called out the crowd of draenei in the banquette hall, toasting to the couple at the front of the main table, where Susan Storm and Reed Richards stood and raised their drinks back to the crowd. Reed was dressed in a black dress suit while Susan wore a silken white dress with thin shoulder straps that showed off her ample chest and figure, her hands wearing white silken gloves that went to the elbow and her six horns had white silk ribbons wrapped around their lengths. Fluttering her wings behind her, the blue skinned draenei woman smiled and kissed Reed, leaving the crowd to ‘ooh’ and ‘awww’ as Reed was overwhelmed by the demon woman’s passion, nearly losing his balance after she pulled away. Beaming a loving smile to the man, she cupped her hand under his chin affectionately before she raised her glass back to the guests. “Thank you all for coming, it means SO much to the two of us that you’ve all come, please, enjoy yourselves.”

“I’z got a better idea, how about the couple dance, huh?” Called out Ben Grimm, wearing a custom suit with Alicia sitting next to him and smiling as she heard the crowd agree.

“YEAH! Dance! Dance!” Called out Johnny from his end of the table, clapping his hands together as he and the rest of the hall called out for the couple to dance. Reed led Susan out into the open floor at the center of the hall where the lights dimmed, and soft romantic music began to play. Bowing to his wife and taking her hand, Susan played coy, bringing a white silk gloved hand to her blue lips to hide her smile while the other graciously accepted his hand. Pulled close as he wrapped an arm around her waist, the two began to move and sway to the rhythm.

Eventually other couples joined in and danced at the open floor, moving in unison with the Richards couple at the center, being careful to avoid Susan’s wings and long prehensile tail as their mistress swayed and turned to the flow of the music.

“Wow, they look happy together.” Mused Peter at the table, with MJ and Felicia flanking his seat as he enjoyed his meal with them. Both women in their draenei forms smiled back at their shared partner in bed as he looked around, still surprised at how many blue skinned demons were around him. “And this place is HUGE, you know, I swing by here almost every week on my patrols and never noticed it was a business.” Pointed out Spiderman as he looked around the massive space. The floors to the escort service had been emptied out and set up for the event, placing well furnished tables and chairs for all the draenei and guests invited for the party. Five human waiters with silver plates tended to the guests and company, serving drinks and food as per their agreement with the head of the service.

“What can we say, its been home away from home.” Chirped Felicia, tracing a finger down Peter’s neck affectionately. Then she noticed a draenei woman pass by behind Peter and rested her hands on his shoulders, planting kisses behind his head that made the man’s eyes go wide before Mary Jane gently guided her to move on.

“Psk, we got him tonight, don’t worry.” She whispered to the draenei woman looking down longingly at Spiderman, a slight pout on her blue lips. “But I can sense his pain; so much good he does and no reward for his troubles.” She whispered back. “The mistress has always told us to be GIVING to those so kind.”

“Oh, don’t worry, he’s getting his rewards.” She winked before kissing the draenei on the forehead and sending her towards the Avenger’s table. “Give HIM some attention, he needs it more than Pete.” Her attention immediately shifted when she scampered to join the crowd of three draenei women fawning over Steve Rogers. The man not knowing how to react to the attention as he continued to talk with Doctor Strange at the table.

“So… You’re demons?” Steve asked, suddenly realising a new blue skinned woman with horns and a tail joined the trio giving him company, trading whispers his ears just picked up, something about ‘weary hero’ and ‘kind old man’ as he turned his attention back to the sorcerer supreme making animal balloons for the little ones at the table, the draenei children bouncing on their cloven feet as he made a balloon wiener dog come to life and they all chased it across the ballroom. Then back to Janet, siping her drink and flicking a finger at one of her horns.

“It’s true, but we’re not evil! Every night we feed and give to those in need.” Explained Janet Van Dyne, she and Jennifer Walters were sitting with their Avengers compatriots at the table and being amused by the attention Steve was getting. Leaning down and showing off her chest flirtatiously, Jen smirked back at the sight, resting her chin on her hands. She and Janet were in their succubus forms; their skin a sky blue with silver hair and swooping blue horns over their brows. “Yeah, and by feed, what she means is getting our FUCK on!”

Wiping his hands, Strange joined the conversation. “I guess the better description is anti-demons.” Answered Stephen Strange. “They’ve been calling themselves draenei now, they’re an inversion of their nature; instead of being cruel and manipulative, they’ve become generous and compassionate, it’s REALLY quite fascinating, I’ve considered writing a book.”

“So how do you explain the fangirls Steve has?” Asked Natasha Romanov, smiling as she watched Steve turn a deeper shade of pink from all the attention he was getting, his eyes bugging when one of them started to play with his hair.

“Baby steps Miss Romonov, they still used to be succubae, at least NOW they want to have sex with Mr. Rogers because they are attracted to his nobility and good will, and NOT because they want to devour his essence.

“WHAT?!” Taken back, the moment his guard was down, Steve found his face slowly and gently turned to the side where he found himself being kissed passionately by the new draenei woman that joined the group. The rest at the table chuckling at the man’s stunned face before she pulled away, combing her fingers through his hair affectionately. “Even after ALL these decades you long for her, let us ease your pain old warrior.” She purred, her face changing to that of Peggy Carter before his eyes. Slowly guided out of his chair, the quartet of demon women helped the man out his seat and towards the adjacent men’s room.

“Such an interesting brothel Miss Storm has.” Mussed Thor, sitting at his chair with a pint of beer in his hand, taking a drink while a pair of draenei women massaged his shoulders and offered him food from his plate. “Not often does the wench pay YOU to bed them.”

“Pff… A building full of blue, horned nymphos that have a lady hard-on for virtuous men, I’m not impressed.” Chuckled Natasha before she heard someone clear his throat beside her. Looking up, the woman unintentionally flared her nostrils sipping her drink as she looked up to the handsome face of a draenei incubus, offering his hand to the woman with a smile that made even Scarlet Witch swoon across from the table. “Excuse me, would you care to dance?” He asked, smiling down at her with chiselled features and a goatee that framed his chin, raising an eyebrow that showed off his glowing golden eyes. The scent of mahogany and cinnamon in the air that made the Russian woman blush.

“Hnnnngh…” Natasha gurgled into her drink before quickly sitting up and taking the offered hand, joining the draenei on the dance floor. Leaning to the side to whisper into Jen’s ear, Wanda watched as the Black Window giggled like a teenager being swept off her feet by the incubus. “Hey Jen, does he have a brother?”