The music thumped through Marisha like a heartbeat. Harsh and lively, it sparked along every one of her nerves, setting her body to a sweat-inducing rhythm as she danced through the crowd. Her cocktail glass was empty and the alcohol set a warm buzz on her skin, freeing her from inhibition, letting the energy in the room guide her steps. The crowed moved, and she followed the wave, surging across the dance floor, slipping between grinding couples and ambitious singles as the night carried on in a blur of sensation.
She felt him before she saw him. Her tail brushed against his stomach, and he crowded up behind her, like they were magnets crashing together. She turned. Tall, his shirt half unbuttoned like a curtain unveiling a work of art, all glistening muscle and smooth grey skin. A gargoyle, judging by the stone-like firmness as she placed a hand on his chest and looked up--and up, and up--into those vibrant eyes set above sharp cheekbones. His big hand fell and nearly spanned her entire waist, then he was pulling her into him, letting her feel that--
wow
, massive cock--swelling in his pants.
"Looking for some fun tonight?" He asked, his voice a low rumble that she could barely hear over the music.
"Depends," she shrugged. "I don't give it up easy."
She pushed off him, flashing a grin as she spun away and delved back into the crowd. She twirled, her dress billowing up and flashing her tiny thong, not caring who saw. She wanted them to see, every single one. She lived for the attention, it was her sustenance. The gargoyle found her again and the heavy grip around her hips prevented her from slipping away this time.
"I like a good tease," he rumbled in her ear. "I want you bad, baby."
"Prove it." She grabbed his hand and brought it up to cup her breast. His fingers spread across her easily, the warmth making her nipple harden beneath the thin fabric of her top.
"Right here?"
"Why not?" She took a quick glance around. A dark elf sitting at a booth had her shirt off, and a blue-skinned fae had his face wedged between her generous tits. "What, can't perform with an audience?"
His answer was to squeeze her breast, hard, eliciting a little yelp from Marisha's lips. His other hand pressed the front of her dress, down between her legs where she was aching and rigid. He found the curve of her sex and grunted with a mischievous smile.
"Beautiful, fucking beautiful." He pulled her into him, his lips hot on her neck. His head dipped lower, between her small cleavage, kissed the soft fur there and groaned.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me until I pass out, and then fuck me some more."
Her fingers were already working his belt. He kissed her, palmed her tits with those giant hands, pinched the nipples through her dress until he decided to yank the straps off her shoulders and feel them for real. The buckle came undone and she zipped open his pants and reached into his boxers and yanked out his hard cock. Grey, just like the rest of him, and tipped with a darker shade. She couldn't span his girth with both hands, he was like a tree-trunk. Or more appropriately, a pillar of marble. She jerked him until he groaned, grabbed her shoulders and twisted her around.
She felt the lift of her dress as he picked up the hem, tossed it over her waist, baring her round ass and slender thighs to the rest of the room. Marisha looked around and saw the eyes on her-- finally, her lithe, delicious body was getting the attention it deserved. All thoughts scattered as he pulled her thong down and let it fall to her ankles. He grabbed her ass, spread her cheeks apart and she gasped as he spit onto her puckered hole. A finger slid inside her, deep and rough, and her entire body shuddered at the pleasure already building, pulsing to every electric edge of her.
