A data screen was spread in digital compliance, an encompassing barrier of information tracking notes and various keywords the Fae had flagged as important. Some were as simple as 'bakery', 'cinnamon', and 'units of measurement', but others held an air of mystery, like 'Kali' and 'Exodus', with no explanation in sight. Regardless the purpose of the listed words hidden in the annals of countless forgotten tabs stretched over the face of the display, Chance wasn't focused on these secondary projects while her company was expected to arrive at any moment. She felt him approaching, infinitesimal hairs trailing the back of her neck rising in anticipation, and even while she felt Benji in tow, there was no mistake that any loose ends would be tied up without unnecessary incident. After all, Chance still thought highly of her long separated partner and knew he was more than capable of tending to business without her consent.
Whether Eneru arrived splattered in gore or not had no lasting effect on the felicity she would be overcome with by having been reunited with her Incubus.
In was in this vein of thought that the Fae tucked away her collection of clutter to clear the countertop of her kitchen, the instruments needed for the meal all gathered neatly next to the expanse of her intended work area. So thoroughly engulfed in the act of properly orienting her kitchen based operation, the buxom blonde heard only the faintest whisper from the gunshots. Her head tilted, seconds counted as they passed until the door to her apartment was opened and a hulking figure carrying what appeared to be a body slipped inside. "Oh." She said shortly, half expectant to receive a swell of emotional reaction from Eneru, but perhaps she was remembering their arrangement in a romantic sense. His decision to drop Benji into a messy crumple of disheveled unconsciousness in the hallway earned a few throaty tuts from Chance, her tongue clicking in disappointment, though she offered no further dialogue.
The shower ran in the background as the scantily clad creature traipsed toward Benji's miserable body, her bare toes skirting the bloody cloth outlining his muscled torso. Not his blood, she decided as her lashes narrowed scrutinizingly. Knowing Benji, he had considered a gun to be the proper method to dispose of Eneru with but learned through trial and error that his consideration was wrong. Circumstances like these reminded the Fae why she was lacking in connections. Her choice in brokerage decisions often left much to be desired, and in Benji's case, she had received nothing from his services but the roundabout invitation he delivered before loading the Incubus full of bullets. At the thought of the insult, threaded tendrils branched from the shadows, familiar hisses escaping the serpentine darkness as it wrapped lithely around the once great boxer. Propping Benji against the far wall, Chance returned to her task with a string of short hums dispelling the atmosphere of despair.
Eneru's departure from the back bathroom came in tandem with Chance preparing the final touches on her promised home cooked meal, the dishes served on sealed platters that had already been carried to the dining room table. With Laurie available as a personal assistant, the Vereaux often taxed the Arden to the extent of her capabilities with her countless objectives and limited timeframes for their deadlines. Tonight was a reprieve of sorts for Laurie, an opportunity to step aside when all the dust cleared and plans were in motion. A silent signal was issued from the blonde as Eneru padded closer, and when we rounded the corner to cross the hardwood flooring, Laurie's existence vanished back to the passage of the umbra parallel to Chance's apartment. Whether she waited to be summoned or watched the entire evening, Chance didn't care.
Honestly, with how excited she was to be in the company of the mauve topped demon, she hardly considered the outside elements of their environment. Even Benji had been forgotten, still snuggly captive in the obsidian tangle of obtenebration. All that mattered in her world was the immense relief his embrace caused her, strong arms wrapping her busty frame in a hug from behind that received a sweet sigh of affection from the Fae. "Says the one now built like a brick house." Also content to tease the handsome beast occupying her rear, Chance's head craned obediently for the line of kisses to be issued, their warmth an almost palpable decadence left hanging in the atmosphere. The tide of emotions felt swelled around the duo, an otherworldly clash of dueling psyches finding complacency in the intimacy of one another's touch.
"What a tease..."
As thick fingers coasted lower to delve between her thighs, Chance pushed the cheeks of her ass tightly against Eneru's outlined bulge to grind eagerly before she straightened again with the wave of one manicured set of digits. "Don't tempt me, Darling- you know I'm a slave to my instincts." Leaving her dismissal open-ended, a pair of champagne flutes were taken in her grasp to be carried to the spread dominating her dining table. "Let's play catch up, Eneru." Stepping away from the much larger male, the curvaceous femme led the pair to the room attached, offering him the first true exposure to her culinary plans. Traditional was best, she felt, with Blanquette de Veau as the main dish and a red Bordeaux for their wine. Red wine was preferred with a veal dish, after all. Taking a seat at one end of the table, Chance motioned for her beau to follow suit, her lips pursed in a small smirk.
"I'm happy you decided to come."
Whether Eneru arrived splattered in gore or not had no lasting effect on the felicity she would be overcome with by having been reunited with her Incubus.
In was in this vein of thought that the Fae tucked away her collection of clutter to clear the countertop of her kitchen, the instruments needed for the meal all gathered neatly next to the expanse of her intended work area. So thoroughly engulfed in the act of properly orienting her kitchen based operation, the buxom blonde heard only the faintest whisper from the gunshots. Her head tilted, seconds counted as they passed until the door to her apartment was opened and a hulking figure carrying what appeared to be a body slipped inside. "Oh." She said shortly, half expectant to receive a swell of emotional reaction from Eneru, but perhaps she was remembering their arrangement in a romantic sense. His decision to drop Benji into a messy crumple of disheveled unconsciousness in the hallway earned a few throaty tuts from Chance, her tongue clicking in disappointment, though she offered no further dialogue.
The shower ran in the background as the scantily clad creature traipsed toward Benji's miserable body, her bare toes skirting the bloody cloth outlining his muscled torso. Not his blood, she decided as her lashes narrowed scrutinizingly. Knowing Benji, he had considered a gun to be the proper method to dispose of Eneru with but learned through trial and error that his consideration was wrong. Circumstances like these reminded the Fae why she was lacking in connections. Her choice in brokerage decisions often left much to be desired, and in Benji's case, she had received nothing from his services but the roundabout invitation he delivered before loading the Incubus full of bullets. At the thought of the insult, threaded tendrils branched from the shadows, familiar hisses escaping the serpentine darkness as it wrapped lithely around the once great boxer. Propping Benji against the far wall, Chance returned to her task with a string of short hums dispelling the atmosphere of despair.
Eneru's departure from the back bathroom came in tandem with Chance preparing the final touches on her promised home cooked meal, the dishes served on sealed platters that had already been carried to the dining room table. With Laurie available as a personal assistant, the Vereaux often taxed the Arden to the extent of her capabilities with her countless objectives and limited timeframes for their deadlines. Tonight was a reprieve of sorts for Laurie, an opportunity to step aside when all the dust cleared and plans were in motion. A silent signal was issued from the blonde as Eneru padded closer, and when we rounded the corner to cross the hardwood flooring, Laurie's existence vanished back to the passage of the umbra parallel to Chance's apartment. Whether she waited to be summoned or watched the entire evening, Chance didn't care.
Honestly, with how excited she was to be in the company of the mauve topped demon, she hardly considered the outside elements of their environment. Even Benji had been forgotten, still snuggly captive in the obsidian tangle of obtenebration. All that mattered in her world was the immense relief his embrace caused her, strong arms wrapping her busty frame in a hug from behind that received a sweet sigh of affection from the Fae. "Says the one now built like a brick house." Also content to tease the handsome beast occupying her rear, Chance's head craned obediently for the line of kisses to be issued, their warmth an almost palpable decadence left hanging in the atmosphere. The tide of emotions felt swelled around the duo, an otherworldly clash of dueling psyches finding complacency in the intimacy of one another's touch.
"What a tease..."
As thick fingers coasted lower to delve between her thighs, Chance pushed the cheeks of her ass tightly against Eneru's outlined bulge to grind eagerly before she straightened again with the wave of one manicured set of digits. "Don't tempt me, Darling- you know I'm a slave to my instincts." Leaving her dismissal open-ended, a pair of champagne flutes were taken in her grasp to be carried to the spread dominating her dining table. "Let's play catch up, Eneru." Stepping away from the much larger male, the curvaceous femme led the pair to the room attached, offering him the first true exposure to her culinary plans. Traditional was best, she felt, with Blanquette de Veau as the main dish and a red Bordeaux for their wine. Red wine was preferred with a veal dish, after all. Taking a seat at one end of the table, Chance motioned for her beau to follow suit, her lips pursed in a small smirk.
"I'm happy you decided to come."
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