Twisted (invite Bel and Levi)

[Asmodai]

Asmodai rummaged through the bar, looking for just the right bottle. It was odd to be able to hear the glass clinking against itself. Usually the music was so loud you had to go two blocks over just to hear yourself think. But Hades had closed two hours ago. The last of the rabble had been swept out with the trash and the doors have been locked up. Her long dark hair was damp and smelled fresh of roses and sea salt from washing it. Her caramel skin was freshly rubbed with scented oils leaving her bare legs glistening oh so slightly. She was wearing one of Bel’s shirts, and an expensive one at that. Did he own shirts that were not expensive? Mo wasn’t actually sure but it wasn’t of consequence. She would wear them either way.

The button down shirt is big on her but it does little to hide the fact that she is wearing little else besides her black bra and panties. Mo is also wearing a very nice fedora that she is also “borrowing”. To her credit, Asmodai always did return the things she borrowed. But somehow they always smelled of her afterwards.

She finds two bottles of liquor that will suffice for tonight’s festivities and grabs a narrow box from the bartop before making her way towards the stairs. Mo knows where to go. Levi has been in the same place every night for a while now, and Bel was usually nearby. She’d had enough of all the sulking. She’d distract the boys for a few hours and see if she could turn their spirits around a bit. Asmodai walks directly up to the Levi and Bel and hands each of them a bottle. “No arguing, no negotiating, no excuses. We are drinking and playing twister and by hell the two of you will have fun or I will call in a medic to see what is so firmly planted up your asses that you’ve forgotten how to enjoy yourselves. Any questions?” The tone of Mo’s voice betrays that she is serious about her proposal. However, at the same time she smiles at her compatriots. This is an exercise perhaps I tough love. They needed a smile and a laugh. If they didn’t like that approach they might get an ass kicking instead. Either way Asmodai believed it would be an improvement.

[Leviathan]

Levi was in the same place as he had been every night in the last couple weeks. Lilith was off doing who knows what and it irked him to no end that she had left again. He had half a mind to hunt her down and kill her just to keep her from driving him insane anymore.

Levi was sitting at an antique table in one of the private lounges that was reserved for VIP's and Bel was not far from him. The two were like planets in orbit around eachother, taking pleasure from eachother in brutal fashion whenever the desire sparked in either of them, which was often. All glasses had been moved out of his reach since they had a very short life if he was able to get his hands on one. His hand was curled tightly around his bottle of whiskey with big plans on what to do with the bottle when it was empty. He licked his lips and chugged the contents, leaving only a few more ounces in the bottom.

Levi looked up when Mo came in, as always, looking like walking talking sex. He immediately shifted in his seat to compensate for the new bulk in his trousers. "Why you gotta come in here looking like that?" he drawled in a drunken manner. He took the bottle she handed to him, chugged the rest of the bottle he had and flung it against the wall with enough force to dent the wood panelling and turn the glass to powder. "Right between the eyes!" he roared with laughter, "Take that you bitch!" He stood up with his new bottle and walked up to Mo.

"I'm not playing Twister... unless its naked Twister. Bel likes naked twister..." he purred with a wicked smile as he hooked a finger under the bottom of Bel's shirt, which fit her in such a seductive way, and pulled up, leaning down to look at what was underneath. "Help me out of my trousers, would you?" He used his teeth to pull the cork from his bottle and chugged down a good portion of it.

[Belphegor]

Bel gave a lecherous smile as he saw Mo approaching them; for a demoness it was practically his version of a polite greeting because lets face it what other reaction could they possibly expect or want from the demon of Vanity? He did note that she had been in his closet... again! Despite having a closet of her own large enough to hold a respectably sized orgy in somehow she always seemed to be 'borrowing' from his; he never even saw her wearing his things half the time but the scent that clung to them after was a dead give away.

It was a good job it was Bel that she chose to play that game with; for a demon he maintained a demeanour of being quite remarkably chilled out. Mo looked good in the shirt... not as good as Bel did, at least not in his own opinion. If his wardrobe had ever contained anything that would have fallen into that category he had long since burned it. Mo was entirely hot enough to start a fire in anyone's pants without any help from Bel. “Hola chica.” he smirked.

He too grinned when he saw the fresh bottle of tequila and tipping his head back he poured the rest of his current bottle into his mouth sending it straight down his throat without even swallowing once, though he made a point of catching the worm to roll it on his tongue before flicking that back down his throat too. “There is another way to play that game, nene?” Bel asked in mock surprise quirking a brow at Levi. Twister; Bel chuckled, his laughter a rich dark sound. It was a good choice on Mo's part; Lilith never did get into the spirit of that game, not the way Bel liked to play it anyway.

[Asmodai]

Underneath the shirt Mo’s freshly groomed, deliciously curving body was only encased in her undergarments. Her panties were Brazilian cut, leaving a good portion of her luscious bottom exposed. It was not quite enough to be indecent, but only just. The fabric seemed to be along the same lines too- a fine black lace that played peek-a-boo around her most intimate assets. Her bra, also in black, pushed her ample breasts into a well of caramel coloured cleavage. Asmodai ran her tongue over her teeth as they slid into a smile. Her fingers hooked around the front of Leviathan’s belt and she pulled him up against her, her fingers then expertly maneuvering the buckle. “You forget. I know exactly what it is you boys like.” Her voice purred the words into Levi’s ear. As she pulled away she took his belt with her.

She sashayed over to Bel, snapping the belt once as though testing its strength before letting it fall to her side. The sound brought an oh so naughty rise to one side of her smile until her lips formed a smirk. She put an arm around Bel smiling wickedly, that glimmer of mischief twinkling in her eyes. “There are many ways to play. I for one am in favor of strip twister. Or perhaps you’d like to put a little wager on the game? Keep things… interesting?” she winked at Bel before her eyes slide over to Leviathan. “What do you say Levi? What would you wager?”

Asmodai perched herself on the arm of Bel’s chair, not particularly caring if she was in his space. She crossed the miles that made up her legs and tipped her hat down a bit. It made her look like a naughty backup dancer from Chicago. Her lips spread into a smile that would make the Cheshire cat blush. "And make it something exciting”

[Leviathan]

Levi temporarily forgot his brooding about Lilith as Mo took his belt. He growled with pleasure at the impending game about to play out. As she moved away he moved to the fireplace and picked up several logs, throwing them on the fire, making it blaze hot and high to turn up the heat in the room. Demons liked it hot and the cool weather outside did nothing for their dispositions. A good 125 degrees would soothe them and help them to relax. Not to mention the sweat and odors that would fill the room with their little game would make for a very sultry evening.

Levi had begun to unbutton his shirt but when Mo mentioned that they would be playing 'strip twister' his wicked smile broadened. She always knew how to cheer him up. But she was probably just tired of stepping on broken glass. That reminded him he had a full bottle of whiskey. He raised it to his lips and chugged another quarter of the bottle. He had to maintain this quantity of drinking just to stay drunk enough to not tear New Vegas down from the ground up and Mo and Bel knew that.

"So we start with out pants on and end with your pants off." he teased Bel since he was the tallest of them which made the game that much more challenging. "Don't worry, I have something to cover your ass with." he purred and thrust his hips forward toward Bel and snickered and I'm sure Mo has somewhere to put your front. He walked up to her and swatted her taught bum.

Such was the playful banter of this group of best friends. It was as close to a trusting relationship that any demon could get into without actually giving themselves up wholly to another. "I will wager one human soul that I end up on top of either you or Bel tonight." he purred.

[Belphegor]

Bel was practically purring himself by the time Mo reached his side. Just her presence in the room had heightened the sexual tensions by a magnitude and she wasn't even trying yet. The whip crack of the leather belt was a sound that never failed to inspire his interest; Bel had something of a passion for leather in that manner. That some of his 'accessories' had attractive tattoos... well what was just one of Bel's little hobbies.

With Mo perched so close and with her arm around him Bel couldn't help but lean in toward her. The tilt of the fedora served to accentuate the smooth line of her exposed neck and he breathed his hot breath against her caramel skin, almost but not quite brushing his cheek against her and then inhaled the overpowering scent of lust that rolled from her body and saturated her skin. “mmm...” he hummed in satisfaction as his body responded even more strongly to her lusciously sinful allure.

He pouted at Levi's teasing but his pit dark eyes were sparkling with laughter. “My pants off, nene?” he asked in mock affront before adding in a seductive growl, “...we better do...” Bel was already distinctly uncomfortable in his pants and it was only going to get worse as the game progressed. It would be just like Mo to torture him by making sure his stayed on longest. He leered at her, running his tongue over his lips. “I wager one that Mo ends up in the middle...”

Bel's hand moved to his own groin adjusting the tight bulge there to relieve some of the pressure; this had the makings of a good night. His ducked his head suddenly to inhale the scent of Mo's tantalisingly concealed groin. “...and another that I get a taste before the game is over.” he added as he raised his head up again grinning; his thick tongue snaked out at Mo to punctuate his statement.

[Asmodai]

As Bephegor leaned in close to take in her scent, Asmodai was all too happy to oblige. She purred subtly in the back of her throat and bit her lower lip, still smiling. Her fingers stretched out and caressed Bel’s shoulder and neck, dragging her nails against his skin ever so slightly. Mo pulled him closer to her and guided him up towards her lips as though to kiss him. She stoped a bit shy though and instead twirled her fingers about in Bel’s hair, her wide dark bedroom eyes bearing into Bel’s. “This is why I love gambling with you two. You’re both so generous.” She moved towards Bephegor with sleek, catlike grace, and climbed into his lap. With her hands on his shoulders she ran her nose up along the side of his neck. She stopped at his earlobe, sucking on it for the briefest of moments.

A playful nip ended the moment. Mo then moved just enough to lounge comfortably in Bel’s lap and see Levi at the same time. For a moment she thought about just how much she enjoyed laps. They were her favorite place to sit. She pressed her body, warm even from under the shirt, against Bephegor in a nuzzling fashion. “I’ll bet that the two of you can’t beat me.” She said confidently, a hand slithering down between her body and Bel’s to stroke against the bulge in his pants. “But rather than betting a plain old soul, I’m raising both of you. Whoever is the last one to forfeit the game will get a very…” she paused for a minute and closed her eyes, her teeth sinking against the supple flesh of her lower lip. Her fingers gripped just a touch harder against the tent in Bel’s pants. “Special prize.” Her lips held at a brilliant grin painted with deviance.

By giving them a bit of something to compete over Asmodai made the victory in their little game all that much sweeter. The curve of her smile stated plainly that this mentioned prize was a secret… and one that was worth competing for. Asmodai had always been very creative with her prizes. She leaned back a bit, her eyes moving to Leviathan. “Would you be a dear and take out the mat? I’m so very… eager… to get started.” She licked her lips again, the anticipation of their little game the only thing keeping her from shredding her clothes where she sat.

[Marcel Chevalier]

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