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.
