6. Copulation Closet
Copulation Closet
Seth
Ihave no idea what the fuck just happened.
Music is blaring, and there’s a pulse to it that can be felt through the floor.
The air is perfumed with sweet-smelling pixie pheromones, a deceptive warm vanilla scent that lowers inhibitions and increases sex drives.
I had every intention of taking the pheromone blockers they offer at the door.
But then, I didn’t expect things to progress with Ryn so fucking fast, not that I’m complaining—it’s amazing!
It’s like after the mess that was our first date, she decided we would be skipping all the awkward 'if' and 'maybe' stages of figuring out how we see each other. She’s like, the anti-angst avenger or something.
I love that she knows what she wants, and she's not afraid to go for it. It’s hot as shit.
Ryn’s eyes are bright as she looks around with interest while we walk through the small hallway at the front of the club.
I smile as her eyes widen when we get to the end, and the room opens up to a huge space with platforms scattered throughout, where various performers or partygoers-turned-performers are dancing.
It’s packed with bodies, and the heat of the crowd only further enhances the potency of the pheromones.
I place my hand firmly on the small of Ryn’s back to guide her through the crowd and smile to myself when her eyes dilate at that small touch.
My dick jerks with interest in my pants, and I suck in a breath.
My orbs widen, and Ryn lets out a cute little chuckle.
Everyone else still sees the glamour, but Ryn can see me.
And that’s all it takes to make my dick rock hard. She sees me. She wants me.
She guides us to the dance floor, grabbing two shots in neon tubes from a server passing with a tray as we go.
She downs hers and hands the other to me.
I sniff, eyeing it doubtfully as I drink it.
I have no idea what it is, but it tastes delicious.
Before I place the tube back on the tray, a wave of euphoria washes over me.
Everything feels heightened, and I gasp against the surge of lust that swirls low in my gut. Fuck.
Okay, no more tube-y drinks for me, or I might embarrass myself and start humping the fucking walls.
Ryn pulls me a bit farther onto the dance floor before she starts grinding on me, making sure she rubs against the very pronounced bulge in my pants.
I’m panting, but she’s laughing, and seeing her enjoying herself somehow calms me down a little.
I talk a big game, but I don’t really do things like this.
I’ve never been to one of these things before.
I don’t go out clubbing much in general.
There’s nothing that makes you feel more alone than being surrounded by people you don’t know at a party.
I’d rather spend time with friends and party in private.
If I had known that 3P’s are like dens of seduction, I probably would have tried to find something else. Fucking Oliver.
The low-inhibition, high sex drive is a huge selling point for people who like to be intimate without the strings, but I want the strings.
Ryn took pity on me and explained how this all works as we waited in line to get stamped.
I knew about some of it, but it’s obvious now the flyer was intentionally vague.
There are pheromone blockers and protective magics present to allow people to party without having to worry about being taken advantage of.
Pixies love orgies, but they also love consent, apparently.
The pheromones will make you feel amazing even with the blocker, but the club itself is spelled to flag anyone who crosses a line or tries to take advantage of someone sexually.
Bouncers line the walls of the club, their eyes searching for flags with anticipation, ready to pounce on the first piece of shit who tries something shady on their turf. Basically, it’s the perfect place to party without having to worry about creeps.
Ryn stops grinding and looks up at me as if she can sense my wandering thoughts.
It’s too loud to talk in here, so she wraps her arms around my neck and leans in close, resting her chin in the crook of my neck.
I slowly slide my hands up her hips and around her waist, squeezing once before pulling her in tight against me and settling my arms around her.
We sway in place, slow dancing to the fast-paced beat pounding out around us.
Her scent mingles with the pheromones, and I pull the heady combo into my lungs, lighting me up with sensation.
Every place that her body touches mine feels like a live wire.
My dick throbs to the beat of the music while her hot tongue darts out to lick at the pulse point in my neck, sending a thrill through me.
It feels like we’re caught in a heartbeat together, each thump heightening the arousal that’s settled over us like a thick fog.
“Seth,” her voice is an urgent whimper. I lean back enough to look at her, hoping to be able to make out her words better if I can see her lips. “Take me somewhere?”
Ffffuck. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and chew on it.
I really don’t want to have sex with her for the first time at a pixie orgy with some random ogre trying to ogle our junk.
But I also don’t want to fuck this up and make her think I’m not interested, like I did on the first date.
Show her you want her, but make it intimate. Easier said than done.
My eyes catch on a row of dimly lit alcoves, and I grin. I grab her hand and start walking us toward them. I may not be ready to rail her in public, but I’m not above a little risqué foreplay to convince her to come back for more–a lot more, hopefully.
As we get closer, I can see little panels next to each alcove that say either “vacant” or “occupied,” and my smile grows.
Perfect. I beeline for the closest vacancy and pull Ryn in behind me.
Her laugh fills the small space, like there's some kind of magical sound barrier dampening the noise outside of the alcove.
“How’s this?”
“It’d be better if you had on less clothes,” her brow furrows, and she reaches for my pants, but I grab her hands and hold them together. She narrows her eyes in an adorable little glare, and I fight to keep from smiling.
“It’s my turn to play, Tarynn.” My voice comes out in a deep rumble, and her pupils explode as a little shiver courses down her spine.
I can already tell I’m going to enjoy this.
She pulls back her hands and reaches down between her legs.
I hear a quick succession of snaps and look down to see that her shorts are now an asymmetrical mini skirt.
My mouth goes dry, and I lick my lips, dropping to my knees in front of her. She wastes no time, throwing one leg over my shoulder and pulling my face to her sex.
I lick the sensitive skin of her thigh and raise my hand to rip the crotch out of her tights, a small growl of satisfaction slipping from my lips when I realize she isn’t wearing anything under them.
She’s all smooth skin, and I take a moment to appreciate the fact that I can see the shine of slick coating her flesh.
Her hand tangles in my locs, and she rolls her hips with impatience, urging me on.
I lick along the silken slit of her pussy, circling her clit before slowly sinking my long tongue into her core.
A groan escapes me at the taste of her, and she moans my name.
I can feel the slight stretch of her inner walls around my tongue, and I’m thankful that mine is more formidable than a human's as I swirl it around, collecting as much of her sweet nectar as I can.
A rhythmic thumping sounds out against the wall connecting our alcove to the one on the right, and Ryn giggles as she pounds her free hand on the wall and lets out an exaggerated moan.
I roll my eyes and change tactics. As much as I’d love to take my time exploring, it’s obvious that I’m not going to be able to here.
Sucking her swollen clit into my mouth, I slide a finger into her channel, making sure it’s coated before pumping into her with a steady pace.
I hear a quick intake of breath that signals her full attention has been returned to me, and my dick throbs with victory.
She moans desperately as I alternate lapping and sucking before adding another finger.
“Oh, gods—Seth, oh, that feels amazing!” Ryn’s voice is frantic as she moves her hips in tune with my ministrations. I crick my fingertips up, stimulating the textured nerves of her G-spot, and all the breath rushes out of her as a shudder wracks her body.
“Fffuck!” I can feel her walls squeezing around me, and my cock throbs in time to the feeling. I take a final lap at her clit and bite my lip hard to keep from losing control as she rides out her aftershocks on my hand.
Her hips slow, her body twitching with the last of her orgasm as she taps me on my shoulder to signal she’s done.
Reluctantly, I remove my fingers from her wet heat, sucking them into my mouth as I get to my feet.
Ryn collapses into me, and I smile into her hair as I wrap my arms around her again.
My cock is an iron rod resting against her stomach, but I don’t mind.
This is the sweetest kind of torture. Honestly, I probably could have come just from eating her pussy if I hadn’t been actively trying not to.
“Feel better?” My voice is gritty and breathy with lust, the pheromones and smell of Ryn’s sex hanging heavy in the air of our alcove.
She chuckles and turns those big, shining grey eyes up at me, smiling as she pulls me in for a kiss.
Our lips meet, and I savor the innocence of this slow and sweet kiss after having her ride my face in what’s basically a copulation closet.
We break apart, our foreheads pressed together, and take a minute to breathe.
This is the most alive I’ve felt in a long time, and it scares the shit out of me. We may be tripping on pixie pheromones, but there’s absolutely no doubt in my mind—Ryn is the real drug, and now that I’ve had a taste, I’m hooked.