Exton

Ike watches as the Tavern closes for the night. Guunnar has left, a lady hanging on each arm. He winked at her as he went out the door. The man is such a slut, she thinks.

Keon is talking to the little commandant, Truant. The troop of demifae are gathered on one table in the shadows. Ike wonders if she has ever seen so many gathered. She smiles at the variety of wings... beetles, dragonflies, butterflies, moths...

Ob took Pandora upstairs as soon as they were able. She blocked out as much as possible, but there were small things that got through. Pandora's hair held a new fascination for Ob. The last image she got was of  black silky hair wrapped around his length as Pandora slowly stroked him off. Ike could feel his pleasure and carefully closed the link between them, leaving it open only enough in case of trouble.

A quick check on Stoney showed him and Alise enjoying each other in a slow. easy lovemaking. Stoney slams down a wall between them, giving her nothing but the tune Dream A Little Dream. Tori's mind is a wild mix of silver chains, toys, and two shifters. It takes her a few minutes to realize her sister is in the middle of a threesome with two of the musicians from tonight. She closes down quickly, and bites her lip, biding her time. She is praying Monty gets done SOON.

Ike watches as Patti and Jack take off. She looks at the backroom. Would Star and the others hear her if she jumped Monty in the bar itself? When he tosses the bar rag on the sink behind the counter, Ike drops a few coins in the jukebox. Keon waves and takes off, the demifae heading to their plants. The music starts and she begins to move to the music, slowly stripping off her t-shirt. She sways to the rhythm, turning and leaning back as her bra falls to the floor. Ike shimmies, her breasts bouncing. Monty's eyes follow her movements, devouring every detail. She smiles and undulates up.

There is a whistle from one of the plants and Ike ignores it. She leans forward, swaying her bottom in Monty's direction and slowly unzips her skirt. The fabric eases over her ass, exposing bright red panties and thigh high stockings. Still leaning forward, Ike peers through her long green/blonde waves at Monty. Her hands stroke over the red silk covering her ass, then traces between her thighs, caressing over her damp crotch. She tugs the fabric aside and slides a finger through her wetness. She moans, knowing Monty is watching.

He leans over her back, kissing along her spine. His breathe tickles, sending shivers dancing across her skin as he reminds her that the demifae are watching. He laughs softly when she says she doesn't care. Monty reminds her of the sleepers in the backroom. Ike moans, pressing back against him. Monty grinds against her, the fabric of his jeans rough against her barely covered flesh. Ike moans softly.

"Monty... just pull. There are snaps." He tugs and the panties come away in his grip. There is a deep groan and he presses her over a barstool. Ike spreads her legs, exposing herself to his eyes, and those hidden in the plants. The touch of Monty's tongue has her writhing against the stool. She bucks, biting her lip, whispering "Fuck me Monty... hard... fast..."

The moment Monty presses into her, Ike slams back, taking him deep. Her muscles clamp around him, gripping tightly. "Now Monty... take me now... please!"

Monty groans at the clenching pulse of her muscles. He begins to ride her like she begged him to do. It isn't long before her orgasm begins to shatter around him. He holds back, barely, riding out her pleasure. Pressing his sweat slick body over hers, Monty whispers to her "The night has just begun, Miss Malachite." His hand slaps down on her bare ass. Ike muffles a squeal as Monty throws her over his shoulder, after gathering up their clothes. In a few moments the bar is empty, save for some aroused demifae.