A/N: Portions of this chapter have been co-written by my fellow In Death/Ghost in the Shell fan IntoTheWilds, if you haven't read her work yet, I strongly encourage that you do. (AO3 dot org /users/IntoTheWilds/pseuds/IntoTheWilds) And now the end is near, and we're going to have a wild party to celebrate
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Chapter 13
Coming out of her bedroom in her nightclub wear, Eve and Motoko opened the invitation about crashing Charles Monroe's side of the party and explained to Louise how it would be marking her territory with her future husband. To her surprise, everyone actually agreed to this plan, so Eve ordered Summerset to get them a limo to take them to Purgatory, the wait time was long enough for the rest of the female group to get themselves appropriately dressed for the club. Bella had already been sleeping, but Mavis told Summerset to keep an ear out in case something happened.
It didn't surprise Eve to find a long velvet rope with a line of people waiting outside her husbands club, but thanks to her privately calling the manager of the club, she and her lady friends were quickly led from limo door to club entrance door. Purgatory's name was symbolized by Catholic priests as a place for atonement and rehabilitation, but Roarke had always seen it as a last chance to be human. She remembered how the place looked after it had been rehabilitated during the aftermath of Taj Kohli's murder. 'Glamour with a bright smear of sin.' Eve thought to herself as she took another note of the snake-shaped banisters, and every few feet, one was swallowing its brother's tail.
She even familiarized herself with the gold and red poles that lanced up from the stage, the pie plate-topped columns, human-sized gilded cages and the strippers dancing and to her surprise, they actually were enjoying the party along with the group already dancing in the club.
But her mind was already on the bar and her noticing Rue MacLean tending drinks to customer who just came in to get juiced. Rue had long since cut her hair to a pixie cut, like Eve's, but kept it blonde. But she also noticed that the manager of Purgatory had traded in her curvy look for a figure that belonged to a fitness model. But most of all, Rue was wearing all black with no sleeves and it pleased her to see that Ricker's bruises had disappeared from her skin, and from the looks of things, had disappeared from her emotional memories. Rue had immediately noticed Eve beginning to sit down and decided to take her drink order.
"Your best vodka and make it a double," Eve said without raising her voice thanks to Rue's earpiece allowing her to hear customers with their indoor voice in a crowded club.
Giving Eve the drink, Rue offered her an ear piece and she accepted. "Does your husband know you're out this late?"
"No," Eve replied with a smile. "But I wouldn't be surprised if he were to find out that me and some friends of mine are hear to crash his party tonight."
"Well as the wife of the owner, your drinks are on the house."
Eve thanked Rue for the offer and although she didn't say anything further, she wouldn't be surprised if Roarke were to cover the tabs of her friends drinking tonight.
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Motoko, on the other hand, had immediately went searching for a girl who could dance with her. It wasn't exclusively an LGBT Club, but to Roarke's credit, Motoko knew that he had a few of those clubs under his belt. She even knew that he carried a zero-tolerance anti-discrimination policy, if anybody harassed anybody they'd be out on their ass and never be let back in to any Roarke establishment for as long as they lived.
So it wouldn't be hard to find another female who'd be willing to do both sexes and could even be tonight's pet for her and Batou. Her eyes scanned all over the club until she found a girl on the dance floor swaying her hips to the techno music the house DJ was playing. Her skin was a caramel brown, that was highlighted by the red leather halter top and leather skirt of the same color. Records indicated that this lady, named Nikki, was a high dollar licensed companion who was willing to work with both sexes. She was beautiful and young, Motoko thought to herself as she began to join this woman on the dance floor.
Nikki noticed her unexpected companion almost immediately. It was honestly hard not to notice her and when that taller frame shifted into her space, the LC happily allowed it. Watching her from beneath lashes so lush they could only be achieved by a make-up brush, her pillowed lips as red as her halter pulled into a sultry smile and Nikki pressed against her in invitation.
"Well hey there, sugah, y'all lookin' for a good time?"
Motoko felt that soft southern accent jolt right through her system, utterly electrified. It was pure sex wrapped up in the English language and it zeroed right in at her core, heating her up and making her hungry. "You could say that."
Batou watched Roarke turn away in a huff. Temper dogged the man's every step, but other things drew his attention. The music pounded, bodies writhing against each other in a ritual almost primal and amidst it all, his gaze found Motoko pressed up against a girl with barely a breath between them. Blood pooled downward and drink forgotten, Batou made his way toward the dance floor, something far better in mind.
Motoko knew the moment he approached. Bodies parted like the red sea and the hot, feel of him molded against her a moment later was intoxicating, familiar hands already reaching, "Hey."
"Hey. Who's your little friend?"
Purring under the joint adoration, and already aware of the desires wanted from them thanks to Motoko, Nikki beamed up at him, arching her slim body toward his large bulk. "I'm Nikki, sugah and I'm ready to play."
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Either security must've notified Roarke of Eve's appearance in the club or his senses for her had him stirred. But the hairs in the back of her neck stood when she felt his gaze on hers. Turning around, she felt her breath leave her lungs just by appearance alone. The shirt he wore was like a second skin, it was technically a dark purple, but when the club was dark enough, it looked like black to the naked eye. His pants were dark and as tight as Eve's leather ones, the look he gave her was full of possesive desire.
"Didn't anyone tell you that it's bad luck to crash a bachelor party?" Eve could hear him whisper even without the earpiece.
"You might call it bad luck," Eve said as she offered her husband a drink. "But I agree with Motoko that we call it marking our territory."
Roarke accepted her drink, but didn't immediately sip. "Who else is with you?"
"The entire party, I imagine might be picking up their mates for a little fun of their own."
Turning around, Roarke could see that the females from Eve's party were picking up the males from Roarke's party, one by one. It made him somewhat thankful to remember that his club actually did have some private VIP rooms and that his male party-goers had immediate access to those rooms in case something happened and an individual got too drunk.
Letting Rue know about the situation, she agreed to handle with letting security know about the spouses and significant others and to let them use the VIP rooms without argument.
Getting that business done, Roarke turned to Eve and whispered, "You're being a very naughty girl tonight."
"Why do you think I'm here in the first place?" Eve whispered as she shivered at the warm hand caressing her bare shoulder.
"Then get ready to hurt so good, Darling Eve."
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Roarke's clubs catered to every need of its patrons and that was no different when sex tended to be what was on the menu. Motoko and Batou led the way to a booked room and once inside, the noise of the club melted away. It was nice, bordering on overly plush. Mostly gold and cream, with red accents, not that any of the trio cared. The bed was the most interesting part and it could've been lime green for all any of them gave a shit.
Nikki ran her slim fingers over the intricate pattern on the bedspread. It wasn't often she got to do her thing in one of Roarke's places and the very idea left her giddy. Eyes almost the same shade as her skin watched the two who had, for lack of a better word, purchased her for the night and damn, if true want didn't quiver inside her. Just as starved for them, she grinned. "So, let's get started."
Motoko needed no other invitation than that. She stalked toward the young girl, gaze roving over her in a way that had Nikki's breath hitching. She was being stalked and knew it. Motoko's movements were calculating, teasing almost and when she finally closed the distance and touched Nikki, the sensation sizzled along her nerve endings with the force of a flash fire, dragging a shocked moan from the LC.
Chuckling, Motoko reached up, fisting the soft tresses of her hair and glanced back at Batou. "Eager, isn't she?"
"I think she wants it more than we do," Batou replied, tone deepened by arousal. For now, he kept back, enjoying simply watching Motoko for the moment.
Slowly Motoko undressed the LC. Nikki moved when told to, until she was wearing nothing but her jewelry and a smile. Motoko noted the girl had gone for a permanent body hair removal. Every inch of her was bare including her flushed sex and to the Major's amusement, Nikki's clitoris was pierced. Reaching down, she gave the ruby studded bar an experimental tug, delighting in the croaked curse that escaped the girl.
"F-Fuck!"
"Huh, so it's true what they say? Clit piercings enhance the sensations." Motoko continued fiddling at the piercing.
The sounds Nikki were making were splendid and out of the corner of her eye she saw Batou venture over to the room's supplied toy box to have a root. When he lifted one free, Motoko grinned at his choice. She immediately guessed his intention and in response yanked Nikki forward taking her lips in a fierce kiss.
Nikki arched against her, Motoko swallowing her shock and pleasured mewls with a brush of her tongue. Guiding the LC's hands to her clothing, she conveyed what she wanted and Nikki happily obliged. Layer by layer she stripped away any barriers between them, until Motoko was just as naked, creamy skin almost like starlight over taunt muscle and shapely curves. It was a stunning contrast between the pair, the sun and moon blending together, with no real beginning or end. The kisses grew more frantic, touches more numerous and when Motoko cupped Nikki's slick sex finally, she almost came just from the single stroke of her finger. Never in all her time as an LC had the sex ever been this good and the main event hadn't even started!
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In a heated blur, Eve found herself being pinned between a large privacy screen and her turned-on husband kissing her possesively on the lips.
"Dear Roarke, what will the club neighbors think?"
"You say that," Roarke began leaving kisses on her neck. "But the way you move your hips, tell me otherwise."
"But your tent just feels so good against my tight leather pants, it just feels so sultry."
Roarke chuckled and pressed himself even further against his wife, crushing his lips against hers. Three songs were spent with Eve and Roarke dry-humping and strip-dancing each other. Taking advantage of a night where they could really be feral without limitations.
Song number four had Eve push her husband against a red velvet couch, her clothes were gone now, but he still had his pants on. Seeing him shirtless made him look like a muscular rock star getting ready to fuck a groupie, but there would be no groupies tonight, just a man and wife throwing the rules out the window.
She slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants to reveal a nice meaty cock, just hard and ready for her. She didn't take him straight into her mouth at first, but instead treated it like it was a mini stripper pole and her tongue was the performer for the private party. Eve then gently let that cock into her mouth, her tongue circling around that velvet covered steel and taking in the combination of sweat and musk that permeated through his skin.
Normally a man would put hands on a woman or man's hair while the partner would suck his dick, but Roarke was so taken by how sensual Eve had sucked him, he just sat back and looked at her giving him the type of eye color that made whiskey even darker. Soon her work was enough to make him burst his seed into her mouth and she sucked him without stopping and let those bursts of seed travel down her throat.
Feeling himself stripped completely naked, Roarke then felt his mate climb up to his lap, giving him a kiss that tasted like her and him at the same time. His still hard cock began to enter her pussy, giving her an idea to brew in her head. The next song had enough beats to match her hip movements as she began to give him a private fuck dance. Her body just moved along to the beat of the music and Roarke couldn't help but be taken at the way her body moved sensually against him. She allowed him to kiss all over her moving body while she danced only for him. Would always dance for him.
But not wanting to fully release yet, Roarke lifted his wife off his cock, he wanted her to get on her hands and knees on the couch.
"I'm going to make you scream tonight, Darling Eve," He then rammed himself into Eve's core once more.
"FUCK!" Eve groaned as she felt her entrance be roughly entered by Roarke's hard cock. He didn't waste time with his harsh thrusting into her pussy. And she couldn't resist turning her head around to see his face unleash his alpha male look. It made him look like a monster, a monster that she fully embraced. But what surprised her more was that he eventually began to slow down and stop. When she turned around again to see what he was doing, she didn't expect him to enter her anus so swiftly.
The pain actually felt so good to her that she let out a shriek of pleasure. It made Roarke throw caution to the wind and made him take total control over her body as he grabbed her hips and fucked her ass at practically 90 miles per hour. The speed of his thrusts began to increase when he pushed deeper onto the couch, to the point where she laid completely flat against the velvet couch, completely surrendering to her monster of a husband.
Eve felt Roarke's fingers interlace with hers, his hot breath down her neck, her moans ringing into his ears. All while the music played and the crowd danced without a care in the world. Eve could then feel Roarke's cock get even thicker against her ass, telling her he was ready to explode.
"ROARKE! I LOVE YOU!" Eve yelled as her orgasm exploded brutally around her body.
That was the trigger for Roarke to declare his love like a growling wolf as he emptied his seed into the tightness of her ass.
There had a been a brief reprieve that mostly involved Roarke giving both of them a bottled water and a two boosters. Knowing Eve's hesitation on taking any drugs, Roarke simply told her "I'm not even remotely finished yet."
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Batou watched Motoko move things to the center of the ridiculously large bed. Tossing aside his shirt, his slacks and boots following a moment later, he approached. Ropes of steel like muscle rippled beneath his skin and he was so very ready to join in the fun. Motoko's kisses moved from Nikki's mouth to her neck.
She loved the LC's hungry keens of pleasure, every sound thrumming through her. Working her way over the soft honeyed flesh, her tongue teased a hot trail over pert nipples and when she latched on, she pushed a finger inside Nikki's slick heat.
"Oh f-f-fuck!" Body bowing up, Nikki saw stars. Her orgasm ripped through her in a vicious storm, leaving her shaking. "More!" She begged, voice hoarse.
Motoko's grin was nothing short of feral, "Oh, with pleasure." Holding out a hand she accepted the toy Batou had retrieved.
A strap-on, the manhood feeling as close to the real thing, it fitted the Major easily, snug to her own heated core. Nikki watched through hooded eyes. Toys were not a new thing to her. Clients often added them for a hint of spice, but she had honestly never had a woman slip into a strap-on, eyes blazing and ready to mount her like a God damn bucking bronco. It was both terrifying and the hottest thing she'd ever seen in her life!
With a yelp, she grasped for purchase when Motoko suddenly grabbed her waist and rolled. On top now, Nikki tossed a glance back to Batou and noted an object in his hand. The sight of lube had her burning with want. "Oh, sugah," she crooned, "Is that for little ol' me?"
Batou chuckled lowly. "A spitfire," he commented idly. "Gonna keep her busy for me, huh, Major?" A quick shift of her hips and Motoko loved the sounds and curses that fell from Nikki's pillowy lips when she penetrated and filled her body.
The LC spread her thighs further apart and tilted forward, exposing her curvy ass to Batou. She knew exactly what he wanted and she was one hundred percent up for it. Batou twisted off the lid and poured a generous amount of the slick onto his fingers. She was quite tiny and his girth wasn't exactly small.
Leaning over Nikki, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his gaze on Motoko. Her eyes were all smoldering heat and never looking away, Batou reached between Nikki's cheeks, fingers teasing against her back entrance. Nikki bucked, crying out when it forced the strap-on deeper, bumping against her cervix. The mix of pain and pleasure left her toes curling. More, she wanted more! The wet digit rubbed and prodded and when Batou finally began to inch it inside, Nikki welcomed the burn.
One finger became two and finally three. It left Nikki panting, writhing between the pair, caught on the precipice of another orgasm. Unable to take it anymore, Batou coated himself in lube and moved behind her. Between one second and the next, he replaced his fingers, filling her with something more and how her ass sucked him in, just as hungry.
"HOLY SHIT!" The exclamation exploded out of Nikki in one breath, eyes wide. It felt so good! "F-Full, so full! Oh God!"
Hot all over, Motoko rolled her hips harder beneath the LC. The friction was sublime and when Batou started to move, forcing the girl to rut against her, well the Major all but saw stars. Faster and faster, frantic breaths mingled, curses and prayers filling the room. Kisses were stolen and when that familiar sensation rippled through her lower muscles, Motoko thrashed until with a curse her body tipped violently over that heavenly edge. Nikki was next, the orgasm so fierce it brought tears to her eyes. She flopped onto Motoko, no longer able to stay up, her body jerking with each of Batou's plowing thrusts, until he too met his end. Completely spent, Batou rolled and let his body drop next to the pair so he wouldn't crush them. Looking up, he caught Nikki grinning like a loon.
"Hell of a time, sugah, you can call on me whenever the hell you like!"
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Leaning against the privacy window again, face first, Eve felt her pussy being rubbed by one of Roarke's hands, his other hand grabbing her breast as they shared another heated kiss in front of the party being held at the club. They could see the dancers, but they couldn't see them, it was a very erotic feeling for both of them. Feeling the vibrations of the heavy bass music hitting her chest, added to the sensations of the pleasure she felt from his hands on her pussy.
In the middle of the pleasure though, Eve suddenly found herself being turned around to face her husband claiming her lips again in heated war of tongues, though she was more than happy to lose the round right now as she melted at the alpha side of Roarke's sexuality. Releasing his claim on her lips, Roarke began to kneel down to her warm and inviting pussy, he delved into her folds with his tongue. Eve arched her back, currently feeling vibrations against the privacy wall. He wasn't slow about it either as he alternated between licking the lips of her pretty pink pussy with his entire tongue and poking deep inside her just to give her another shuddering orgasm.
A series of orgasms she was more than happy to give as she began to slightly buck against his face. Orgasmic waves rolled over her body as she moaned her climax into her husbands mouth, a climax that would've made her get down on her knees had it not been for his strong hands pinning her to the wall. Feeling herself being grabbed again, Eve suddenly found herself, face first, back on the couch. Roarke then forcefully made her get on her hands and knees, and without warning, pressed his still hard cock into her tight wet pussy. The love was still there between them, but both of them knew that neither of them were in the mood for romantic foreplay, as he flexed his hips deep into her with every thrust, her whimpers only turning him on more.
It felt incredible to have him fill her up, slow, hard, fast. Anyway she wanted, basically, as he moved his hips like a beast. If Eve were to wake up in pain tomorrow, it'd be the most beautiful pain she would receive tonight. Finally reaching his Zenith, Roarke allowed himself to empty inside Eve's warm and willing pussy. Letting out as much seed as he did when he fucked her in the ass.
Eve then found herself being offered another drink of water from the half-empty water bottle, Roarke in turn finished off the water bottle when she accepted his offer. Roarke then offered Eve some wet wipes to remove some of the smudges of her black make-up that got wet during their sweaty rounds of sex.
"There she is," Roarke said when the makeup was gone.
"What you didn't like it?" Eve asked softly.
"On the contrary, I loved it, it made you look wild like a wolf."
"With what had been going on these past few days, I needed to let out some steam, you were go-to person for it."
"Why darling, that's so sweet."
"That's just me, being so sugar," Eve then finished that statement with a gentle kiss. "I love you."
"Tá mo chroí istigh ionat," he spoke in Irish. "My heart is within you."
"Anata wa watashi ga imamade hoshikatta mono subete, soshite sore ijō no monodesu." Eve whispered in his ear one of the many languages she learned from Motoko over the years.
"You definitely continue to surprise me, Darling."
"The feeling is mutual, Ace," Eve then let out a yawn of exhaustion and felt herself drift off to sleep in his warm arms.
Endnote: To clarify what Eve said to Roarke: "You're everything I've ever wanted, and so much more."