A form separated itself from the shadows, almost seeming a part of them, its tiny sillouette finally resolving into the form of a petite woman. A Lycan by blood, able to transform into a wolf at will, she had pointed ears, slightly tufted, and long serrated fangs when she was angry. Her eyes were crimson, long lashed and tilted with a gaze so intense it frightened those who were unfortunate enough to recieve its negative side. They were set above a pert nose and full lips, a doll like face, pretty, though not stunning by any means. At five foot zero she was perhaps the tiniest woman at the Bloodlust, a bar she frequented and lived above, yet everyone knew her by name, and deed. Neshira Namea K'valshar, once a cold hearted assassin, caring for no one but herself, and now a friend to many,caring for them all. Yet still she killed, it was what she did best, and frighteningly, she enjoyed it. The feeling of a knife sliding into someone's flesh was almost sexually exciting for her, and the powerful emotions of need that followed a kill was akin to the feelings she got when in her wolf form,and often transferred themselves to another strong emotion, pure, undiluted lust. Few knew exactly what she did at night besides killing, unless of course they were one she did it with. Namea enjoyed sex, it gave her pleasure beyond killing, a sweeter purer fire in her blood that made her want to hold the moments, and when she found those she trusted who enjoyed it as well, she indulged greatly with them. Tonight was such a night when the fire of lust ran through her body and made her loins tingle in need, yet she could see no traces of those whose company she so often enjoyed and it troubled her. Never had the tiny assassin been alone on such a lust filled night.

As she slid into the most shadowed booth in the bar she sighed, the emptiness of after midnight only encouraging her to be foolish, and instead of slipping up to her lonely room, she sat there, and slowly, her hand slid down her body. The thick leather clothing she wore was easy for her to get off, unlacing it until she lay in a black undershirt and panties, the cool air raising goosebumps on snow white skin, laced with the pink of old battle scars. For a moment her tiny hand rested on her tone stomach, then, almost of its own accord it began to slide down, into her panties until she realized the tip of her finger was slipping between the forbidden lips of her sex, stroking slowly over the nub of her lust swollen clit and sliding in the wetness that had already built up between her thighs. Almost like a virgin she was trembling, never having pleasured herself before because she'd never needed to, and yet, her finger continued, now slipping slowly over her slit, then into it, stroking her inner walls until she added another finger, soft moans dripping from her lips.

No sound disturbed the bar, no smells or sights, so she let her guard down, closing off her senses and giving in to lust as her fingers slid in and out of her. Hot breath on her face was her only warning as her open mouth was overtaken by another, a forcefully swirling tongue sliding in to caress her own as a large rough hand slid behind her, resting on her lower back and crushing her against a muscular chest. Another hand slid into her, pulling her hand away as longer, larger fingers than her own began to pleasure her gently. At first she panicked, planning on killing a man who would dare attempt to have his way with her, then the smell came to her, this was no stranger.

Khaoz Sentinal was a much loved friend for many years, but never had she dreamed he would be touching her in this way, he'd always seemed so together before. The man atop her now was anything but together and she felt his desire as strongly as her own in the hard bulge that pressed against her thigh from his pants. Her hand reached out and stroked the bulge as her tongue finally returned his kiss with fervor. Slowly the stroking became a fumble to get his pants off and he slipped from his shirt as she wriggled from hers, pressing her naked body into his as he leaned in and straddled her. Erect stood his member, 8 inches long, beautifully domed and veined, and very thick as her hand closed around it, moving up and down slowly, then a bit faster as her thumb stroked the underside.

His breath was ragged and he kissed from her mouth to her neck, fangs almost piercing flesh as he kissed, sucked, then feeling her enjoyment at the sensation, nibbled on her. Her other hand slid down his chest, exploring every inch of his torso before sliding up and around his back, sharp nails lightly trailing down his spine, not enough to break the skin or hurt, but enough to arouse him even more and incite small moans from him as his own other hand moved inside of her, finally pulling itself out for him to lick his fingers before placing the hand on her breast, her nipple straining toward him, hard and pink.

Her hand slid down him more insistently, then she smiled, sliding her body down in the booth until only her back was supported by the seat, her feet flat against the floor as her tongue slowly slid along the length of his erection illiciting a moan of unexpected pleasure from him as he threw his head back, brown locks quivering. The skilled tongue lightly curled around his member, creating a sort of tube as she moved it up an down now before she toyed with the head, finding the little eye with the tip of her tongue and licking at that until he groaned in pure bliss.

She knew what he wanted, what any man would want now, and she gladly slid him into her mouth, licking up and down the underside as she deepthroated slowly, sucking harder and faster with each passing moment as she let her hands slide up and down his inner thighs. Khaoz gasped, and she felt his member stiffening in her mouth, twitching before a warm thick liquid coated her throat and she swallowed it, licking it from the tip to taste its surprisingly sweet flavour. Sliding back up him she used her hands, toying more now with the head and the eye as her teeth grazed his neck, fangs finding a spot and sinking in slowly, gently so as not to hurt him, but give him the sensation he craved of biting. It worked and soon he was harder in her hand than he had been before, standing a full inch longer, and thicker now than she had thought he could be.

He trembled above her as she kissed him, moving her body up to meet his and letting the head stroke across her soaking lower lips until he spoke, his voice ragged, lustfully low and husky. "What about protection?"

"I'm barren Kha, and you have no diseases correct?"

"Correct, so we don't need it?"

She kissed him deep and long, her body holding itself against him invitingly before she answered with her own voice low and husky. "No. We don't need it, but I need you, now."

Thankfully he obliged, so she did not have to kill him then and there for making her wait, his swollen hard rod sliding slowly into her as she moaned, gasping a bit as the full power of his size filled her, stretching her only slightly before he began to pump slowly in and out, his body moving on hers with a skill she had figured out he possessed the moment their mouths met. Khaoz was indeed skilled in the arts of sex, and he moved deeper inside of her with each thrust, increasing his pace until she was moaning steadily, her back arching even as his did. He made small growling noises into her mouth as they kissed, sliding back and forth, in and out, faster and harder now as he took her leg slowly and raised it to wrap around his back, holding it by the back of her thigh to give him more room to manuver the large shaft in her.

Retaliating, and wanting to add to his pleasure she rotated her hips, swiveling him inside her as he thrusted, and sure enough she felt his pleasure growing even now as he moaned quietly. Her body tensed, and she knew she would orgasm before he did, so she allowed herself to, her thick hot spray easing his passage and creating a slickness to the friction that increased his speed by what felt like alot. Slowly she felt him twitching inside of her and gasped as she felt another wave of orgasm overwhelm her, washing over her even as his hot seed spurted deeply inside of her, leaving her panting in the afterglow of an amazing climax and him trembling atop her as he left himself in, shifting her in the small booth to lay atop him as his now flaccid member swam in their mixed juices.

"Khaoz-" she began

"You are amazing Namea."

"I- how did you-"

"I am sorry.I walked in, heard your moans and could not help it, a beautiful woman should never be alone when she is wanting for the touch of a man."

"It's like a knife in the dark having you like this."

"Aye, but some knives are welcome, are they not?"