North

Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

i'm the whole damn cake and the cherry on top


Posted on October 04, 2022 by ASKAREE
North


Of course she felt her impromptu neighbor's eyes as they crawled along the curvature of her lithe figure with all of the subtlety of a sledgehammer to the forehead. Askaree had the well-muscled body of a brawler cloaked in the smooth, sun-kissed skin and exotic lilt that alluded to a far-off motherland. Coupled with the pout of her lips, a cascade of glossy brown locks, and the lascivious gleam that punctuated the depths of her chocolate eyes and she was a fucking knockout. But to presume that her breasts were her best feature? What (or, rather, who) had dulled his tastes so severely that he would arrive at that assumption? He had clearly romped with a few too many basic bitches and therefore had a quite apparent and literal need for a sexual defibrillation of sorts.

That, however, was the task of someone with far more in the way of patience (and a general interest in reforming the bland and basic) and so the Egyptian woman makes her way towards the door. She feels him in her stead, the man clearly heeding her warning about the imminent arrival of the boys in blue. The assurance he issues about his kinkery causes amusement to pluck at the brims of her lips, though she does not turn to address him directly. "I'll bet you do," is all she offers as she flings the door ajar, fully intending to be rid of the crochety Scot and onto the next bottle of fermented whatever that she could get hands around. An alcoholic's work was never done.

No sooner does he materialize in her path then she is thrust against the unforgiving slab of the brick wall, the taste of him immediate as he presses his lips and his body against hers. Had they been a little bit more familiar he would have known that there truly was no need to protect his testes. Only pussies went for the balls. The sheath of her switchblade is pressed into the tender flesh at his throat before he can withdraw, a perfectly lacquered thumbnail poised against the trigger. Indulging herself for just a moment Askaree presses her teeth into the slick cushion of his bottom lip before he pulls back... and she affords him the pleasure of continuing on his merry way sans- gaping wound. For now.

The insidious wench reaches for the retreating stranger, coiling slender fingers into the fabric of his shirt and wrenching him back around to face her. Though before she can offer up whatever snide and titillating chestnut was poised upon the curve of her tongue, they are both bathed in alternating haloes of blue and red lights. "Put your hands up!", comes the call from behind Askaree, the switchblade sliding discreetly back into the sleeve of her jacket as she does just that. The grin that had already been plucking at the brims of her pillowy lips broadens into something no less conniving than it was intriguing. "Why don't we have a little fun first, hmm?" The whisper is accented with the pitching of an expertly manicured brow, another disgruntled command shouted at the pair from some place behind her.

Askaree

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