<img style="Zeno" style="max-width:100%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/la9dRBd.png]Zeno didn't need to be told the obvious, but it did keep that devil-like grin on his lips ever present. Money and power talked; he owned one of the only Ferrari's in this model on the eastern seaboard and drove it like he ran the city. With sharp vision and quick reflexes he was more than able to steer clear of any incident and intimidate other road goers to a halt to let him pass. As if to mock the Fae for telling him to slow down he shifted to a higher gear still and ticked the speedometer up another ten miles per hour. Chance had quite the mouth on her, and while she fondled his shaft to mimic his own control over the vehicle, all he could think was how he'd fuck those pretty lips of hers, how he was going to fill every hole she had with his seed.
Keeping thoughts separate from his vocal cords he continued on in polite conversation all the while reveling in her touch, even if it was just a tease. "<font color="3f65cc]This crowded metropolis is a dump compared to where we just came from, the culture ruined by invasive renovation and a rising homeless population taking any vacant sections they can find.[/font]" Not that there weren't parts worth a visit, but they were out of the way in comparison to Zeno's destination. "<font color="3f65cc]Besides, I have a view worth killing for where we're headed.[/font]" The burning of tobacco oppressed the fine smell of leather, not that Zeno was opposed since it aligned to a regular passion of his; if he had a free hand he too would partake.
Ah yes, why had he been in Amsterdam? Work would be the simplest of answers, but with an answer as vague as that one would struggle to stay interested. He had to give a laugh at her comment following, one the woman would come to know all to well in good time. She'd soon understand how far his filthy tendrils would seek her own out in his commitment to her, the hunger he felt towards this one in particular had no equal. "<font color="3f65cc]Investment banking, more so in dealing with company acquisitions and mergers.[/font]" This of course was rather accurate to his day to day dealings. When one happened to be a monstrosity like himself though, one ceased to care about paperwork and simply tore a bloody swath through the hierarchy of a company or organization.
With the whites of his perfect teeth gleaming with a hidden, vicious intent he carried on with his reply. "<font color="3f65cc]If you must know, I blew off prior arrangements in Amsterdam to catch your flight out. In fact, I'd say I'm pissing in the plans of more than a few individuals by courting you now.[/font]" He was lucky to have found Chance, an individual whom he felt an intense compatibility towards without ever having even catching her name.
Chance however, was anything but her namesake in having caught the gaze of Zeno.
A long hum was pulled from the vile man as she succeeded in pulling those icy orbs off of the roadway, foot pressing down the accelerator to the floor in the process. He couldn't help but marvel in the eccentric outfit she had on even now, how it fit her curves in just the right way to accentuate her sizable assets. "<font color="3f65cc]Ah, but despite you having stolen my valuable time I needed to be sure. I didn't want to spoil our first meeting.[/font]" One hand on the wheel, cold fingers reached out to brush a few strands of her golden hair away from her ear, and perhaps graze at something more beyond what the average human sight possessed. His thumb caressed her slender jawbone, moving down her neck to slide under the elegant design of her dress; the attention she garnered from the abomination was suddenly snapped away as if by some supernatural sense of his surroundings. Traffic had built up considerably and suddenly as it often did in the city, and with Zeno blazing down the asphalt at a considerable quickness he had caught up to it in the briefest moment his eyes had been off of the street.
Taking his hand away from her chest only out of necessity, he used it to downshift before returning it to keep her pressed against the lush seat while at the same time copping a feel. His foot off of the gas pedal, the brakes were pressed in haste as the smell of superheated rubber filled the air. He'd weave through the cars even as the unfitting pop music ran background to his actions along with blaring horns from irate drivers. Were he a lesser being, and were this a lesser car not belonging to the fine Italian engineers oversees, he'd likely have wrapped the expensive metal frame around a pole or into the back of a truck. Instead he'd slowed down to a manageable speed, though needing to hop a curb to do so, pedestrians rambling out of the way of the bright red sports car. "<font color="3f65cc]Nothing like a near crash to get the heart racing.[/font]" Turning off of the walkway onto an side road he kept his slowed pace, there were things that needed to happen before getting to his apartment after all. His cock throbbed through his slacks in her grip, his adrenaline pumping even though there had been little fear of actually being harmed. "<font color="3f65cc]We're almost there, but how about we christen your first time in this car with another first. I need you to taste how badly I want you.[/font]" On these back streets at a slowed pace, Chance could hold onto Zeno's attention all that she wanted, he knew what she wanted, and the feeling was more than mutual.
Keeping thoughts separate from his vocal cords he continued on in polite conversation all the while reveling in her touch, even if it was just a tease. "<font color="3f65cc]This crowded metropolis is a dump compared to where we just came from, the culture ruined by invasive renovation and a rising homeless population taking any vacant sections they can find.[/font]" Not that there weren't parts worth a visit, but they were out of the way in comparison to Zeno's destination. "<font color="3f65cc]Besides, I have a view worth killing for where we're headed.[/font]" The burning of tobacco oppressed the fine smell of leather, not that Zeno was opposed since it aligned to a regular passion of his; if he had a free hand he too would partake.
Ah yes, why had he been in Amsterdam? Work would be the simplest of answers, but with an answer as vague as that one would struggle to stay interested. He had to give a laugh at her comment following, one the woman would come to know all to well in good time. She'd soon understand how far his filthy tendrils would seek her own out in his commitment to her, the hunger he felt towards this one in particular had no equal. "<font color="3f65cc]Investment banking, more so in dealing with company acquisitions and mergers.[/font]" This of course was rather accurate to his day to day dealings. When one happened to be a monstrosity like himself though, one ceased to care about paperwork and simply tore a bloody swath through the hierarchy of a company or organization.
With the whites of his perfect teeth gleaming with a hidden, vicious intent he carried on with his reply. "<font color="3f65cc]If you must know, I blew off prior arrangements in Amsterdam to catch your flight out. In fact, I'd say I'm pissing in the plans of more than a few individuals by courting you now.[/font]" He was lucky to have found Chance, an individual whom he felt an intense compatibility towards without ever having even catching her name.
Chance however, was anything but her namesake in having caught the gaze of Zeno.
A long hum was pulled from the vile man as she succeeded in pulling those icy orbs off of the roadway, foot pressing down the accelerator to the floor in the process. He couldn't help but marvel in the eccentric outfit she had on even now, how it fit her curves in just the right way to accentuate her sizable assets. "<font color="3f65cc]Ah, but despite you having stolen my valuable time I needed to be sure. I didn't want to spoil our first meeting.[/font]" One hand on the wheel, cold fingers reached out to brush a few strands of her golden hair away from her ear, and perhaps graze at something more beyond what the average human sight possessed. His thumb caressed her slender jawbone, moving down her neck to slide under the elegant design of her dress; the attention she garnered from the abomination was suddenly snapped away as if by some supernatural sense of his surroundings. Traffic had built up considerably and suddenly as it often did in the city, and with Zeno blazing down the asphalt at a considerable quickness he had caught up to it in the briefest moment his eyes had been off of the street.
Taking his hand away from her chest only out of necessity, he used it to downshift before returning it to keep her pressed against the lush seat while at the same time copping a feel. His foot off of the gas pedal, the brakes were pressed in haste as the smell of superheated rubber filled the air. He'd weave through the cars even as the unfitting pop music ran background to his actions along with blaring horns from irate drivers. Were he a lesser being, and were this a lesser car not belonging to the fine Italian engineers oversees, he'd likely have wrapped the expensive metal frame around a pole or into the back of a truck. Instead he'd slowed down to a manageable speed, though needing to hop a curb to do so, pedestrians rambling out of the way of the bright red sports car. "<font color="3f65cc]Nothing like a near crash to get the heart racing.[/font]" Turning off of the walkway onto an side road he kept his slowed pace, there were things that needed to happen before getting to his apartment after all. His cock throbbed through his slacks in her grip, his adrenaline pumping even though there had been little fear of actually being harmed. "<font color="3f65cc]We're almost there, but how about we christen your first time in this car with another first. I need you to taste how badly I want you.[/font]" On these back streets at a slowed pace, Chance could hold onto Zeno's attention all that she wanted, he knew what she wanted, and the feeling was more than mutual.
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