Whenever I Say Your Name [Mature]

[Dylan Costigan]

Sariel had been waiting for this day. This day was special for him. At least in the standpoint of someone who had once lived a life as an angel whose only ghastly sin was bedding the daughter of men. It had not been until been until a year or so ago when the entity known as Sariel had possessed me. An entity that knew not about itself, but allowed me, his host to learn his history through empathic but fragmented memories. Such a terrible dilemma I had found myself in, but still I felt like sometimes I had the upper hand on the more prominent figure. Though this was true, Sariel and his cunning still always found a way to creep up into my consciousness and taken over when he had decided to, whenever he saw fit and it was because of it, that I felt like life would never be quite the same again.

It had been a couple of weeks ago when, I had met Anna Moore – a beautiful young woman with a flare that I had not experienced. I had been investigating several murders, some that even Sariel was quite interested in. And Anna Moore had been there for whatever reason. Sariel had found her immediately attractive and someone he would wine and dine. She wasn’t exactly my type, but I could not help but to admire her beauty. She seemed a bit… un-exclusive. That was just not the type of women I was into at the moment. But if it had not been for Sariel, I would have perhaps went about my own business and only met her acquaintance. It was the Fallen Angel Sariel that wanted to learn of this woman more. Perhaps he could sense something about her that I could not.

So Sariel had possessed me. And although I would love to admit that the feeling is violating, it is quite the opposite. It is orgasmic. Like a surge of energy rushing through every pore and every orifice on your body. Every time he does so, there is that tingle and a sudden hardness in my cock. I have found myself lately yearning for him to become one with me. Yearning for him to possess me, because there is no other feeling that is so orgasmic other than sex. And the fact that I have become quite fond of this Fallen Angel is beyond me. Though we benefit from one another, I still cannot help but to rid of his persona. But he’s just too damn strong for that.

Sariel had touched her that day in ways that I, myself would never touch any woman. Caressing of her cheek, a minor grab of her ass. I was quite beside myself at the things he said he would do to her. You could only find vocabulary spoken like that in porn. And just when I thought she would find it repulsive and slap him to hell, she whispered just how much she too would want it and tongued us in a sexual passion that would have indicated that we were two lovers that had not conjoined in sexual intercourse in some time.

But the two had set up a future date, a meeting of sorts and it was what made us arrive here at Abbaccatoo…

Sariel liked possessing the body of this Dylan fellow. He was more endowed in ways that he would never know. And for human that was saying a lot. Sariel removed himself from the car and stood on the curb of the fancy restaurant. Dressed in a long black rain coat, with his hair combed nicely to the side, his eyes scanned the area in the way only a supernatural would and he detected nothing out of the ordinary. Which had been better than he had expected since recently he had been getting this nagging feeling that something was out of the ordinary.

He took his casual steps towards the door, a line had been wrapped around the building but Sariel had placed reservations under Dylan’s name. He walked to the entrance, and lowed his head in his fashionable and humble way as he always did, then spoke the front receptionist and asked to be seated at his appointed table.

Sariel was taken there just moments later and he was given a seat at one of the higher booths – one that was overlooking all the rest. It was accompanied by a window to the east and north of the booth. One being behind Sariel where he sat and the other being behind where his guest Anna would sit. The table and the reservation had not been cheap, but still it was worth the fare. His host Dylan – had not been keen on saving or collecting money. Luckily for Sariel, he had known of a few places that had kept some well placed but hidden jewel. Sariel knew these secret locations of course and it had been to Dylan’s dismay at how much they were worth.

He turned his cold eyed gaze at the waiter who came and asked him alone what he wanted to start with. He ordered at first, and although he knew he should have waited, but he figured the woman would have appreciated having something there for her when she arrived. Sariel ordered a platter of lamb chops, cooked medium (Oh, how he savored the taste of blood) and then ordered a bottle of wine, his favorite Sauvignon Blanc Neudorf – a white wine with a slight soft grape flavor. He knew she would enjoy it.

And as he waited, the objects he ordered came only some time later and he got his glass as they poured some of the wine in two. They left the bottle there, chilling it in a silver bucket with ice cubes filled to nearly halfway. Just as he was ready to take a sip, he saw the beauty step through the doorway and he knew that soon, she would be his…

[Anna Rebecca Moore]

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Becca didn’t fully understand what was it about Dylan that had caught her attention so intensely, nor did she know why she had agreed on dinner. This was the kind of situation she normally avoided at all costs. In fact, allowing herself to spend time with anyone was something she tried to avoid, she never knew what she would have to face in the future, and she knew that if she didn’t get close to anybody, she wouldn’t have to leave anybody behind were the worst to happen.

But when it came to Dylan… well she couldn’t refuse, he had so much power over her. She had dealt with a lot in her existence, gone through a lot, and had always managed to make it through everything fine. But Dylan… it was like she had no control over herself when she was around him, his words turned her on immensely, just his touch on her skin was enough to send her into ecstasy, and just knowing that she was about to meet up with him, and that after all of the formality of this dinner she would have him… or rather, he would have her in any way, and anywhere he wanted, she would be more than happy to please him for as long as he could handle, because she knew that as long as he could take her, he would have her. to her, there was no getting tired, there were no excuses, she needed to feel his touch, she needed to feel the warmth of his naked body on her own, she yearned for the screams of pleasure she knew would be coming out from between her lips as she felt all of his masculinity inside of her, the smell of his skin…

She caught herself just as she was about to get sidetracked during her shower. Thinking about Dylan had this effect on her, but she wanted to save all of her energy for him. She quickly finished her shower and stepped out, admiring her newly acquired body in a wall-size mirror in the bathroom of her apartment. This girl, whoever she was, certainly had a body to be proud of. Becca grabbed her towel and dried herself slowly, enjoying the feel of the towel on her skin, her nipples getting hard as the towel grazed over them, but again, as eager as she was for some pleasure, she decided to wait and spare herself for after the date, she knew for a fact it would be worth it.

She grabbed her lotion, poured some of it in her hand and started spreading it over her skin, making sure she got every inch so her skin would be silky smooth and fresh, then slid on her underwear and corset, getting goosebumps as she felt them sliding on her skin, finally landing over the spot she hoped would get the deserved –and expected- attention in a matter of a couple of hours.

She finished getting dressed and ready, heading outside and opting for a cab instead of simply popping up at the restaurant, that might not cause a very good impression on everyone else at the restaurant. She sat on her cab, tapping her nails on her bag as she waited for the cab to get to the place, her fire red nail polish reflecting the lights of the city as they drove by them.

She got to the restaurant soon, but in her excitement if felt like forever. She didn’t know, she just couldn’t understand what it was about Dylan. They had no emotional connection, it was merely physical, but still, she looked forward to seeing him when they were apart, and could think of nothing else when they were together. She walked into the restaurant, her heels clicking with every step she took. The guy at the front door took her coat, revealing her skin tight dress underneath it. It might’ve been too revealing, but she wasn’t a pro when it came to evening wear so she did her best to look good. She followed the path the waiter showed her through and went upstairs, eager to meet the man that drove her so wild. She walked up the stairs, her long, wavy hair bouncing and her dress riding up a little with every step she took, the smell of her Hypnotic Poison leading the way, the smell being intoxicating even for her, even though she’s worn this perfume ever since it had first come out… oh the effects it had on her.

She walked into the little booth just as Dylan was about to take a sip of his wine. She smiled at him and approached the table slowly, standing next to her chair and smiling at him, ”Good evening.” she said, grinning and sitting down. She would have to watch herself, she wasn’t big on table manners. She fixed herself on her chair, flipping her hair back and of the table, the straps on her corset now visible, giving him a preview, just as she had intended.

”Nice place you picked out… special occasion?” she said in a lower voice, looking deep into his eyes and crossing her legs underneath the table, her foot gently rubbing his leg unintentionally.

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[Dylan Costigan]

Seeing her had been a pleasure. But it was more of a pleasure for Sariel than I. Sure, yes, I loved females but this was not my type of woman. But Sariel, it was pure ecstasy. With his minor control over me, I could feel my cock grow warm. It wanted to burst out of my trousers and out into full frontal display. I tried to attend to it; to keep my mind away – but to no avail. Sariel liked this. This was his moment. He wanted her… so badly.

The dress was beautiful. Even I had to admit that. Sariel had enjoyed it more as he usually did. But there was something about this woman that didn’t seem right. And there was something about Sariel that showed a lack of emotional connection that would stimulate a full-set relationship. It had been ideally just a sexual connection. And they were going to use my body for their experiment. What a crying fucking shame. It had been a waste saving myself all of these years for the perfect woman if only this demon… or this fallen angel would have his way with my body. Son of a bitch.

Sariel had been sure to watch her through Dylan’s eyes. There was more to this woman than met the eye. And his supernatural eyes saw all. But underneath that cold yet beautiful skin was something else. And Sariel was not yet sure what that had been. He eyed her suspiciously, but kept his dismay to its fullest potential. Casually wondering what it might have been.

And then he realized. She was not human. Perhaps it was the smell. The smell underneath her perfume that is. Something that was distant and almost faint to the casual smell. He would not have noticed it if it had not been for his unnatural senses. And Sariel was beginning to understand why he felt the way he did for her. Why he wanted her in so many ways than one.

She came to sit besides him and Dylan’s eyes watched her silently. He took a sip from the wine, watching her cautiously. He offered a smile in return, but did not say anything at first. Instead, he poured her a glass of the wine. He slid the glass over towards her and then turned those eyes onto her.

“Evening,” he said softly. And then offered a slight smile. “Yes, indeed, it is a special occasion. You’re the light of my day, my dear.”

And then Sariel had to realize that he had to speak a bit more modern. Sure this is how he had spoken to her last time, but it had been a bit different than typically. Sariel then turned his glance back to her and pursed his lips, biting and fighting back the occasion that he wanted to jump on her right here in this very restaurant.

[Anna Rebecca Moore]

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Becca had to keep herself under control tonight, under watch, even. She wasn’t used to dining at nice places, so she would have to watch how she behaved, even though they were at a most secluded part of the restaurant, she still didn’t want to seem like a complete mess if front of Dylan.

Even now that she was here, even though she knew just how excited she was, how she wanted his body on hers, she still couldn’t help but to wonder what it was about him that made her feel that way. He wasn’t her type of guy, she was always one for the rougher looking men, scruffy, big, buff… the Terminator kind. And Dylan… well, he was simply delicious, that wasn’t a lie, but he also had that whole gentlemanly air to him, like he would be sweet and caring, even though he had proved to her, more than one time, that looks could indeed be deceiving.

His looks might’ve been sweet and innocent, she would even classify it as virginal if she didn’t know any better. But just the thought of their previous encounters, added to the fact that she was hungrier for him than she’d ever been, and that he was all but two feet away… it was too much to handle, she just wanted this dinner to get done already.

She straightened herself in the chair and crossed her legs, feeling her dress ride up a little more. She wasn’t sure if the fact that her dress didn’t seem to want to stay on was a good thing or not yet, she would have to wait and see on that one. He slid her the glass of wine which she took and brought close to her, not drinking it yet.

He looked up, deep into her eyes and replied to her question. The sound of his voice, mixed with his gaze into her eyes and the grin he flashed her were enough to get her a little wet. She bit her lower lip softly and turned to the wine, taking a sip, but never breaking the gaze, still looking deep into those magical eyes of his.

Then she saw something. Dylan… there was something else to him. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it yet, but there was something to him… something… she knew it was something supernatural. She couldn’t tell what it was, she knew he wasn’t a vampire, or a werewolf, but… what was he?

She chuckled softly at his comment about her being the light of his day. The way he spoke made her feel like he’d been around for longer than he appeared, but right now all of this would have to wait, she didn’t care for anything right now, for all she cared, she didn’t even have to eat, it’s not like it made a difference for her anyways.

”I’m the light of your day?” she said, chuckling softly and putting her glass down. She leaned back on the chair, assuming a very cat-like position, one of her hands resting on the table and the other playing with her hair as she looked deep into his eyes. ”Well… I don’t know what to tell you… but you do look great in those clothes…” she said, then leaned in, closer to him, ”Can’t wait to see you out of them.” she said, grinning and biting her lower lip, then leaning back on the chair again, taking another sip of her wine.

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[Dylan Costigan]

I had caught eye at how her dress rose up her leg. And although I was one to realize such things, i could not help but to squirm a bit uncomfortably in my seat. This woman was sexy in way that I could never imagine, and just the little things had emboldened a way at how I looked at her in ways more than one.

Sariel liked her. There was no doubts there. But still there was something about her that even I could not deny. Se was sexy, beautiful and gorgeous. How could one not like such a beauty? And then I could not feel nothing but remorse at how I felt about her originally. Yes, she had entered the place with her nose stuck up and confidence that I would never have but she was still there – beckoning for me to act on my impulses.

But my impulses was not mine…

They were Sariel’s…

And he wanted her in so many ways. I could feel his desire. His lust… his yearning to be inside of her. And I could not help but wonder whether this was just a physical attraction or something else entirely. I would have to be sure on the path I treaded for now on…

Sariel knew that this woman could see him for his true intention. Though he did not deny it or just simply come out and say what it was that he is, he simply played the field as he should.

And then he also realized that no matter what, his charm would capture this woman. And in all her beloved glory she would want him. How could she deny it? It was written all over her face,

She chuckled at his comment and then he said, “Should you not be? You are simply gorgeous. And I want you in more ways than one…”

He knew he had been bold, but he could not help what that might have implied. He simply remained himself and smiled.

She played with herself… or rather her hair as he expected. That blonde locks falling about her shoulder in a passion that got him rather entangled with the love affair of her seduction. He smiled brightly.

“So true…,” Dylan said silently. He raised his glass to hers. “Here’s to me being naked…,” he chuckled. “At least before the evening.”

[Anna Rebecca Moore]

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It was getting harder and harder to hold herself back, she just really wanted to attack Dylan, he made her want to do things she didn’t think she would ever want to do, especially after all that she had endured in hell. All those years of raping and torturing, she honestly had decided to give up sex altogether, but seeing Dylan, hearing his voice… it made her forget all that she had ever gone through before, all she could think of was him, and feeling his skin on hers, the warmth of his body…

Just the thought got her all wet, she could hope for nothing else than for this dinner to get over and done with already, but she wasn’t about to let that show either, she was gonna sit through it if she had to.

Desperation was very unattractive.

”You want me in more ways than one?” she said to him, raising one eyebrow and trying to fight back a grin, but the right corner of her mouth curled a little, turning into a naughtier smile than it would have been, had she not tried to contain it. She thought about asking him to give her some examples of how he wanted her, but that would just make it even harder to focus on the dinner.

He raised his glass to toast… a toast to him being naked before the evening. Now that was an idea she enjoyed. She raised her glass automatically, touching his quickly, all the time watching him chuckle. His smile alone was enough to drive her wild. ”To you being naked, at least before the evening.” she said, then brought her glass back to her lips, sipping some more of her wine.

”So… I hope you don’t mind my bluntness, but I couldn’t help but to notice…” she said, cautiously, measuring her every word. ”You’re… what is your deal?” she said to him, still leaning back on her chair, the sweat from the cold glass causing one drop to run down and drop on her leg. She felt the coldness of it and it gave her the goosebumps. It could have just been because he put her on edge, she could no longer be sure at this point. She realized her question had been pretty vague and decided to add some more to it, to clarify. “ You talk as if you were much… much older than you are… you can’t be more than… what, twenty five? Twenty six?”

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[Dylan Costigan]

There was so much intrigue built up in the bodice of this woman. And as my eyes, well not exactly my eyes, but Dylan’s eyes searched over her, I could not help but feel a bulge growing in my pants. Covered in delicate warmth of such sexual tension, I knew that I would have to have this woman soon, or I might just explode.
- Sariel

The more and more Sariel wanted her, the less I felt human. Sure my sex drive was a part of human nature but this was just becoming ridiculous. These two – particularly the ways he looked over at me – I could tell that they had sexual appetites from a whole other sort of lifestyle than mines. And Sariel, whom had been a Fallen Angel who taught the first of us the ideas of sexual exploration – had entirely more experience that one would hope out of an angel.

But I could not help. Even if I wanted to. Those eyes of hers was enough to melt the heart of any man. And woman… and she knew it too. It was something about that way she held her out hand for the toast. Such delicacy was won over by tremendous skill and seeing as she didn’t seem the type to be a worker, I could only imagine what else that hand was used for.

There were times in heaven where Sariel found the place to be completely… boring. His expertise were with the children of the Lord. Yet, most of his exploration was through his desire to taste and to manipulate their sexual appetites. Women were easier. A shot of naked flesh and well toned biceps did the trick every time. It had been one of the very reasons why he had chosen Dylan. But more for the smile. Oh yes, it was the smile. The way it seemed so innocent but so full of deceit and cunning. A likely if well trained maneuver that could mind fuck the panties off any woman.

Or man - Sariel didn’t have a preference…

But women had been his choice. It was something about the naked bodice of a woman that made his flesh crawl. The large breasts or a perfectly curled ass would always make his day. And from what he saw from his position across the table, this sexy beauty had both. Not a bad choice for a nightcap he must admit.

He drew a sip from the glass and sipped on his berry fruitiness. He savored it in his mouth, tonguing over the juices as it flowed down his tongue and into the back of his throat. He moaned an expression of love and satisfaction, before returning his eyes to Anna. She had asked an indecent question but it had been one that he had been meaning to ask himself. He narrowed his eyes in a puzzling gesture and then leaned forward, lowering those lovely eyes of his so that she could capture a perfect view of his gorgeous eyes.

He flicked a tongue out over his lips and then studied her, “I was going to ask the same thing. There is something about you that is… rather unique for New York standards.”

And then he smiled, leaning back into his chair before finishing off the rest of his glass. He looked out over the crowd and studied the normal denizens here. They were quite pathetic if someone was to ask him. And as he turned his eyes back onto her, he was definitely sure she was not from around here.

His lips curled in question. “I would say you’re from somewhere a bit further… south. Am I right?”

But then again, Sariel shrugged with Dylan’s body and then shook his head. “I don’t think it matters either way. I cannot deny the warmth of a woman’s body.”

[Anna Rebecca Moore]

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Becca hadn’t quite expected Dylan to catch on to who she really was, but when you’re a demon, anything that qualifies as “supernatural” can easily tell what you really are, it’s not the kind of thing you easily hide, there’s even a different smell to your skin that is very hard to cover up, no matter how much Hypnotic Poison she puts on, but of course, only a well trained nose can catch on to it, which only added to her theory that there was something to Dylan… she just had to figure out what.

She focused on her wine and proceeded to pay less attention to him, play a little hard-to-get, if you will. Her attraction towards him was already very obvious and she didn’t want to seem desperate, mostly because she could easily have any man in this room, and despite the fact that she wanted this one in particular, she didn’t want to let her anxiety show.

She smiled softly at his comment, indeed she was very unique for New York standards… for starters, she had spent a hell of a lot of time in the Pit, how many women in this city could say that, right?

She watched as he licked his lips and even though she didn’t want to let it show, it was more and more obvious that she was hanging on his every move, and when eh smiled, she could already feel her panties coming off, almost as if they were also hypnotized by him and had come to life to go at him.

”Further south… that’s one way to put it.” she said, laughing. She wasn’t sure if she should tell him what she was or not, but she was pretty sure it wouldn’t change even in the slightest what was gonna happen after dinner, because as far as she knew, he was as anxious as she was, and his next comment just confirmed her theory.

She smiled and lowered her head a little, with her eyes closed. Less than a second passed and she looked up at him, her blue eyes were now black, the whole thing, a clear sign that she was a demon. She kept them like that for a couple moments and smiled at him, then she blinked and her eyes were normal again.

She shrugged at him casually, as if she the fact that she was a demon meant nothing at all. ”Your turn now, what… are you?”

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