They stopped at a high rise and walked into the lobby. A fat man at the security desk hurried over to greet them. He pointedly ignored Pancrack in his uniform but practically fawned on Julia.
He escorted them to an elevator then he inserted his pass card into the reader, opening the doors. The two of them stepped into the brass and mahogany elevator and Julia pushed the only button. Julia watched him in the mirrored surface since she had no reflection of her own. She was standing close to Pancrack. He could feel the warmth of her. She began to casually stroke the inside of his arm with her long nails. Her perfume was stirring him up. They didn't talk on the ride up. The elevator stopped with a gentle bump and the doors slid open not on a hallway but a large, open loft. Penthouse living at it's best. Not gaudy, but very nicely furnished.
"I'll be just a moment, fix us a drink will you," she picked up a remote and music filled the air then left to another room.
"How shall I dress?" she called from another room.
"What shall it be First Sergeant, more night out? Or explore a night in? "
Quick decisions had saved Pancrack's life many times in the past, and this was no time to sit and ponder.
"In" he called back.
He found a bottle of merlot and poured two glasses. Well, he thought, it will be either sweat pants, sweatshirt and fuzzy slippers or something completely different. Come onnnn completely different, he encouraged in his head.
The lights dimmed, and Julia walked out into the room. Yesss! Completely different won!! He mentally punched a fist into the air in triumph. Externally he kept his face impassive. She was wearing a red mesh top that accentuated her round tits, her long thick mane ran wildly down her back, honey highlights accentuated by the light. A red silk garter held up red fishnet stockings. The wine dark thong barley covered the front of her pubic mound.
She walked over to him on spiked high heels, and took the glass of wine out of his numb hands. "You're staring.' She said as she sipped her wine. Fangs clicking absently on the glass.
She took him by the hand and led him over to the couch, pulling him down on top of her.
"I'm glad you chose to stay in Johannes," She said, enjoying the lust that was building behind his eyes.
"But I do believe you are over dressed" she said.
He stood back up and quickly stripped off his clothes. He placed the pistol on the coffee table, within easy reach.
Naked, he stood before her, and then dropped beside her, kissing her softly at first, restraining his passion. His hands twisted wrist deep in her thick, soft hair. It smelled of her conditioner and perfume. He inhaled her scent, feeling it flow through his nose and pierce his brain. He separated the human, man-made smells from the deeper, primordial scents of her sex. Pancrack rolled it around in his nose, almost a physical thing, caressing her individual scent. Feeling that part of her that was uniquely Julia. It exploded in wine dark reds and purples behind his eyes. Being more her than her physical presence. It had texture and weight in the olfactory world that was his.
Pancrack let the heat build, one arm pulled her tight while the other caressed her breast, gently cupping it then running his finger in a circle around the areola, spiraling around the thick, light brown nipple. He softly pinched it, teasing it erect and stiff, aching for more attention. Enjoying the uniqueness of it.
Julia could feel his heat along the side of her body, the unusual, human feel, of bare skin on bare skin; his kisses were firm and strong.
He sucked at her tongue and held her lower lip between his teeth. His kisses moved along her jaw line and down her neck, sending a shiver coursing down her spine. He pushed down the mesh top, freeing one large, firm breast. Pancrack's mouth replaced his hand on her tit. His hot mouth sucking the whole areola, the tongue swirling the nipple, sending an electric shiver through her body.
Julia's hands carved patterns on his strong back with her ruby nails, while his hand slid lightly down her belly, tracing circles as it drifted lazily on its agonizingly slow journey down to between her legs. She spread them in welcome as he slid his hand under the wispy fabric of the thong. Pancrack's fingers raked through her trimmed pubic hair playfully tugging at it, still moving tantalizingly slow.
Pancrack could hear her heart thumping in her chest, her breathing becoming faster. He could smell her anticipation building. He sucked at her firm breast, the nipple rock stiff under his tongue, tasted the salty flavor of her skin. He gave into instinct and bit down, drawing blood sucking at the garnet drops that oozed from the punctures. Julia barley cried out, wrapped in her own swirling passions. He felt her widen her legs so he could slide his hands down between her thighs. He caresses the smooth skin of her inner thighs, down one then up the other. Letting his fingers glide almost to her knee then back again. He could feel the soft warmth of her body on his stiff cock. Her hands were sliding along the back of his neck and running franticly back and forth through his hair. Julia paused to lick the blood from her fingers then wiped them through the gory patterns she'd cut into his back to lick them again.
She was sliding her crotch against his hand, making little gasping noises. He broke the suction on her breast with a wet pop, coming back up to kiss her again. She responded more desperately, passion driving her, grabbing his face in both of her hands. Tasting her own blood. He moved his hand back up along her belly, caressing the soft skin.
Julia reached down to stroke his thick, stiff cock. She ran her fingernails up the shaft along the curving underside then back down. She could feel the ridges standing out. The throbbing was in time with Pancrack's rapid pulse. She could tell he was holding back, enjoying the new game. Julia mentally licked his scent of over powering maleness. She knew the blood from her tit and the scent of her heat were making it hard on him. Nevertheless, she laughed at his torture, wondering how long this game would go on.
His fingers slid down under her panties again, this time they slid down either side of her aching pussy, then one finger gently sliced it's way up, separating her by now slick lips. It came to rest on her clit making a soft gentle circle on it. She gripped his cock, letting the sensations spin through her body, grabbing at one then the other as his mouth went back to her breast.
He let the heel of his hand replace his finger. Putting pressure on her clit, he began a deliberate circling motion. Julia pressed her hips into it then added her own hand to direct and control the pressure. She was only absently holding his dick, gripping it firmly but holding on to it as she felt her own orgasm building than anything else.
She gasped when he entered her with his fingers. She was still holding his hand with her hand, gyrating her hips faster and faster, his cock in her other hand forgotten as she pushed herself toward the fiery explosion in her womb. Then it came, sending lightning blue stars behind her eyes and locking her jaw she bit through her lip as the sensual power over whelmed her.
Pancrack knew she'd come when the grip on his cock became tight as a vice and she stiffened, her breathing coming in gasps and she let out a loud moan. She froze for a moment then opened her hazel eyes to look into his. The vertical slits of the golden pupils fully dilated.
"Son of a bitch" was all she said.
Julia moved around and brought her head into his lap. She moved up and kissed his chest, using her hands on his shoulders to push him flat on the sofa. She sucked his nipples, causing him to flinch and giggle, and then worked down his torso with little nips and kisses, occasionally sucking, leaving a small stepping stone path of blood.
Mean while she was softly stroking his cock up and down. She could feel her juices seeping out of her and along the outside of her pussy oozing down her inner thighs. She reached back to tease more from it. His fingers ran through her hair, caressed along her shoulders then traced the line of her jaw. She sucked at his fingers, tasting her own musky flavor on them.
Julia moved down to pay attention to the throbbing cock in her fist. First, she kissed the swollen head, then used her long tongue to spiral all the way down to his balls, then sucked at the underside of the shaft, working her way back up. At the same time, she was sliding one finger slowly in and out of her self.
Pancrack lay back, rapt in Julia's expert technique. He closed his eyes and focused all his energy on where her hot mouth was. He opened them to see her looking at him like a hungry tigress, just as she swallowed his cock all the way down. The soft, warm mouth, sucking back up at his dick was driving him to the edge. His heart was thudding so hard in his chest he was sure it would explode. She was sucking up and down, faster and faster, and then he saw that she had her hand between her own legs, her hips grinding up and down on her own fingers. This added to his already hyper extended excitement.