Respectfully Youre Mine Ch 02

Chapter 2 - Irreplaceable

Nediah's fists echoed against the punching bag in the garage, but he couldn't hear it through his noise-cancelling earbuds. That said, his mind was so fixated on the breakup the night before that he couldn't hear his music either. There was no way she'd actually move out. She couldn't. Where'd she go? Unlike him, Lyxia didn't have savings or investments from her parents. Nediah had paid for the last three years of Lyxia's university and provided for both of them while she studied. If she left, she'd owe him. Even though, he didn't care about the money.

"Fuck!" He yelled on the next punch. Why was he always so fucking stupid? Lyxia was right. He was a selfish bastard, but she was a bitchy cunt, and they were deeply in love, so why wasn't that enough for her?

Nediah let out a primal scream and sent the punching bag swinging nearly to the ceiling just before swing just as far forward, only to be stopped by his body which consequently landed on its ass. "I'm my own fucking worst enemy," Nediah muttered at the universe's petty humor.

Instead of standing up, he lay back on the cold hard concrete and floated back to meeting Lyxia back in college. She'd started out coy and quiet. It was that intelligent silence that was mysterious and inviting to Nediah. The second he made contact with her glistening golden eyes, he knew he'd have to learn all her secrets. She wasn't as naive as she initially appeared though. Beneath the honors student exterior was a cunning, savvy, sexy beast who drew out his secrets as fast as he drew out hers. Which was so fucking hot. Lyxia made him so self-aware that it hurt, so he had a bad habit of taking it out on her, and she wasn't one to take that disrespect lightly, but always accepted his apologies for some fucking reason. Why did she do that?

Sitting up, Nediah finally asked himself the question he probably should have asked much earlier, why did she stay? What did she see in him? Sure, he was funny, but how many times can you piss off your girlfriend before being funny isn't enough anymore? Surely, 3 years of on and off dating was pushing his luck.

He shook his head aggressively. Self-doubt wasn't like him. She was a pain in the ass too. Always dressing like a slut even when he wasn't around. Sure, all the succubae loved to show a little skin, but it was different when his girl was the one running around being as irresistible to everyone in the room as she was to him. Nediah felt shitty being so possessive, but what if someone else was better than him? He couldn't risk losing her to some other guy, not when he'd supported her financially through all her shitty decisions and loved her through all her irrational meltdowns. Nediah needed her and she needed him. But until she saw that, he needed to remind himself that she was replaceable and he was desirable.

To the strip club! In a world of high libido humanoids, there was no inappropriate hour to go, and while there was no way this was the last fight he'd have with Lyxia, it felt different. It felt heavy. Nediah shook it off and texted the boys group chat to let them know to meet him at Corpora Nuda, their favorite strip joint.

The sun was bright, the sky was blue, and the bass was thumping when he parked his Mustang Boss 429 in the cobblestone lot behind the two-story club. Already, succubae and incubi mingled on a balcony, sipping on drinks served by humans who were likely between 18-35, but ranged in appearance from mid-twenties to death's door. Magic lights changed color, not because demons had anything against mortal electricity or inventions, but because it was easier to maintain a discrete and separate society by not relying on humans for anything but prey. As a result, everything inside had an ethereal glow of sex magic powered lights, sound systems, and appliances.

"Nedi! My man!" Knox waved from the circular bar in the middle of the room. Three stages surrounded the bar and behind them were slot machines, pool tables, and stairs up to private rooms for dances and more.

Nediah wandered over to Knox who was accompanied by three other incubi named Sylgar, Lohrran, and Xaz, all of whom exchanged fist bumps and shoulder pats with Nediah as he arrived. "Sorry, about Lyxia," said Lohrran half-heartedly.

"Wait, I thought you'd dumped her this time?" Xaz scratched his head.

"Guys, fuck her or that or whatever, let's focus on the hot asses literally everywhere around us!" Knox brought the energy he knew Nediah wanted, regardless of whether he needed or not, but that was why they were best friends.

"Exactly, fuck that bitch, who wants shots?" Nediah asked, unfolding his wallet to get the bartender's attention. With mezcal down the hatch, the night of debauchery had begun. The neon lights cast an electric glow over the room, illuminating the faces of patrons lost in their own worlds of desire and decadence. A table opened up near the rearmost stage in front of the slot machines, so the group meandered over to it, brushing shoulders with several others in the crowded room. The group settled in, their laughter and chatter momentarily drowning out the surrounding noise. The stage behind them was a kaleidoscope of movement, with several dancers gyrating under the spotlight, their bodies shimmering with sweat and glitter. A woman wearing nothing but heels and a name tag came over to offer bottle service which the group gladly accepted. There were several girls dancing but one in particular who looked similar to Lyxia with her big golden eyes, long teal-ish hair, and thicc, juicy curves.

A demon couple passed where the succubus' collar attached to a leash held by her incubus, and the sight briefly distracted Nediah, before fixating back on the woman on stage. The hum of conversation and the throb of bass blended into a symphony of indulgence as the dancer drew closer to their table, noticing his attentive eye. Her confidence was palpable, her smile inviting yet professional. Knox elbowed Nediah to offer him a glass of whiskey. He smiled gratefully before taking a sip and looking back up at the stage for his dancer of the night. The dancer's skin was a striking shade of grey, her body a mesmerizing blend of curves and muscle. A pair of ram-like spiral horns curled gracefully from her forehead, giving her an otherworldly allure. Her hair, a cascade of teal and light green, fell in waves down her back, contrasting sharply with her metallic skin. God, she looked so much like Lyxia even down to her ass--thick, round, and undeniably juicy--that truly commanded attention. She moved with a predatory grace, her golden eyes scanning the crowd as if searching for her next victim.

They locked eyes. Nediah's cock was quickly hardening, but in this setting it was hardly uncalled for. His breath hitched slightly as the dancer stepped closer to the edge of the stage, her movements became more deliberate, more seductive. She ran her hands along her body, tracing the contours of her breasts, her waist, her hips, as if inviting the audience to do the same. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. He felt a flush creep up his neck, his pulse quickening as he became acutely aware of the heat pooling between his thighs.

The dancer's lips curved into a sly smile, and she began to move to the beat of the music, her body undulating in a way that was both sensual and hypnotic. She swayed her hips in slow, deliberate circles, her ass jiggling with each movement, a testament to its natural, unapologetic fullness. Her hands slid down her thighs, teasing the hem of her nonexistent outfit, before she turned her back to the crowd, bending over to reveal the full, round curves of her backside.

Nediah's mouth went dry as he watched, his mind racing with filthy thoughts. The dancer's movements were a masterclass in exhibitionism, a deliberate display of her body for the pleasure of the crowd. But there was something more--a sense of body worship, a celebration of her own curves and the power they held. Nediah felt a surge of desire, a primal urge to touch, to taste, to worship that body himself.

The dancer spun back around, her golden eyes locking onto Nediah's once more. She began to move closer to the edge of the stage, her steps deliberate, her gaze never wavering. Nediah felt his breath quicken, his heart pounding in his chest as the dancer reached out, her hand brushing the edge of the stage, mere inches from Nediah's own outstretched fingers.

The dancer's lips parted slightly, her tongue darting out to wet them in a gesture that was both innocent and obscenely suggestive. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against the edge of the stage, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that only Nediah could hear. "You like what you see?"

Nediah's throat went dry, but he smiled placing a folded up bill of cash in her cleavage and whispering back, "How much for a private room?"

"Double that," she winked. He groaned, but pulled out another couple bucks before the succubus dancer jumped off the stage and lead him to the stairs.

"Follow me," she purred, her voice low and seductive.

With a sway of her hips, they ventured up the stairs, "What's you're name, sweetcheeks?" The club's patrons watched them go, a mix of envy and longing in their eyes. The stairs creaked under their feet, the air growing heavier with anticipation.

"Call me Lilli," the dancer opened the door to a dark bedroom. Nediah pushed her into the room with a hunger, noticing her scent--a heady mix of vanilla and something darker, something primal--which wrapped around Nediah like a second skin. He could feel her energy humming just beneath the surface, and it only fueled his incubus desire.

The room was small, intimate, with a plush couch and a single chair. But Nediah's eyes were only for her as she turned to face him, her body bathed in the flickering light. She moved closer, her hands sliding up his chest, her nails scraping lightly against his skin. "You're not like the others," she murmured, her breath hot against his neck. "You're not here just for the show."

Nediah's hands gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him. He could feel her heat, her desire, and it only fueled his own. "What makes you think that?" he challenged, his voice rough with need.

Lilli's lips curved into a sly smile. Her hands slid down to his belt, her fingers working quickly to undo it. "Because you want more than just my body."

Nediah's breath caught as her hands slid lower, her touch sending sparks of pleasure through him. "What do I want, then?" he growled, his control slipping as her fingers wrapped around him, her touch both firm and teasing.

Lilli leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "You want to own me. To dominate me. To feel my power surrender to yours." Her teeth grazed his earlobe, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. "And I want to let you."

Nediah's hands tightened on her hips, his desire surging as he pressed her back against the wall. "Then stop talking," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "And show me." Lilli's eyes flashed with a mix of challenge and submission as she raised her hands, lacing her fingers behind his neck. "As you wish," she purred, her voice dripping with promise.

Their lips crashed together in a kiss that was anything but gentle. Nediah's mouth devoured hers, his tongue demanding entry as he pressed her harder against the wall. Lilli moaned into the kiss, her body arching into his, her hands tangling in his hair. She could feel his power, his raw, unyielding desire, and it only fueled her own. The succubus in her reveled in the exchange, feeding off his lust, his need to control, to dominate.

Nediah's hands moved down her body, his touch both rough and reverent as he explored every curve, every inch of her skin. His fingers traced the lace of her thigh-high stockings before sliding beneath them. Lilli shivered as his touch sent waves of pleasure through her, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "You're so wet," he murmured against her lips, his voice a dark whisper. "So ready for me."

Lilli's eyes fluttered closed as his fingers slipped inside her, his touch sending her over the edge. "Yes," she gasped, her voice a plea. "Please."

Nediah smirked, his control returning as he pulled his hand away, his fingers glistening with her arousal. "Not yet," he teased, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm not done with you."

Lilli's eyes snapped open, her gold gaze locking with his blue one. "Then what are you waiting for?" she challenged, her voice a mix of desire and defiance. Nediah's smirk turned dark as he stepped back, his eyes raking over her body. "On your knees," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

Lilli's eyes flashed with a mix of challenge and submission as she dropped to her knees, her hands resting on his thighs. She looked up at him through her lashes, her gold eyes sparkling with promise. "What do you want?" she murmured, her voice a husky whisper.

Nediah's hands gripped her hair, his touch both rough and reverent as he pulled her closer. "You know what I want," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

Lilli's lips curved into a sly smile as her hands slid up his thighs, her touch sending sparks of pleasure through him. "Then take it," she purred, her voice a promise. "Take everything."

Nediah's control shattered as he thrust into her mouth, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her movements. Dance moaned around him, her mouth hot and wet as she took him deep, her tongue swirling around him in a rhythm that sent shivers of pleasure through him. He could feel her power, her succubus energy, and it only fueled his desire.

He continued until her eyes watered, so he gave her a brief breath to commend her, "You're so good to me," that continued thrusting with borderline heartlessness. It wasn't many breaths later before he pulled out just in time to cum all over her face. Nediah leaned to tilt her chin up, "Don't you look so fucking beautiful." He placed another dollar in Lilli's cleavage as she wiped jizz from her eyes, then went to rejoin his group. She wouldn't be the only girl this evening if everything went according to plan.