Welcome to week 6 of Tease
Me Thursday! When it's not quite Friday, and you're
feeling like some fun from your favorite authors and authors you haven't met
yet. Come on in, have a seat, and most of all... have fun! For this hop
you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or
something published.
By the way, that is the pic that inspired Asmodeus. -->
Lust
and Ice
Asmodeus toyed with his
straw as he glanced over the crowd on the dance floor. There were a few that
caught his eye, but nothing that got his blood pumping. His appearance not only
fit in at Night Moves, but called certain types to him, preferably men. For the
last hundred years he had taken to seducing the males of the human race.
“Mmm, there’s something
about taking a strong man and bending him to my will, having him first beg not
to be fucked…” He ran a hand down his chest, drawing several pairs of eyes, and
shivered. “Then later beg to be fucked.”
Frowning, he glanced
over the dance floor again; he damn sure wasn’t going to get lucky sitting on
his ass up here. He smoothed his hair behind his ear and a brilliant, sizable
ruby stub flashed, as did the ruby in his signet ring on his left hand. He
looked down at the tribal tattoo that started on his right wrist and extended
up his arm. Thanks to the shirt, no one could see the tattoo snake over his
shoulder and unto his neck. It also meandered down from his shoulder and
covered the right side of his chest, then continued to his groin.
His dick was thick, but
not overly long, and covered in small knots. There the tattoo crossed over his
body and continued down his left ankle. Those that saw the tattoo in its full
glory were already doomed, although they didn’t know it. Once his prey
submitted to him, the end was never far behind. The fear in their eyes and the
frightened begging that came from the lips of his prey as he drained them
always excited him, made his orgasm much more intense.
The problem was that
once he finished feeding the pleasure was gone, and loneliness bombarded him.
Now the mindless
pleasure, the thrill of the hunt and his prey’s fear were no longer enough. He
wanted -- Satan help him -- he wanted a mate. Someone who would belong to him
‘til the end of time. He’d made his wishes known to his lord and was granted
the right to take a human, if he found one that fit his needs. So far no such
human had been found, and he had looked -- extensively.
A perfectly shaped
eyebrow raised above wickedly sinful eyes. Several men and women had played the
game and fallen for his dark looks -- they regretted it eternally. He was no
man to be played with… because he was no man.
