Chapter 69: Damons' Dream
A/N: Taking a breather from the main story for a moment, considering we just hit 69 chapters, and I decided to raise some hell for Damon on this one. Enjoy!
Damon had since left Adrians home, and was stumbling drunkedly down the street, into town, and towards his home, the Broken Chalice.
Probably be for the best to leave Adrians' before he got overly pissed with me, he thought to himself. He finally entered the closed down bar that was his home, lazily hung his coat on the coat rack, kicking off his boots with enough force to have them sail across the room, crashing into his desk. He proceeded to trek up the stairs, move the blankets to the side, and crash onto the bed. He rolled onto his back, looking up to the ceiling and thought to himself some more. And I just now realized, it's been...what, twenty four chapters, since I've gotten any from mystery head girl? Damon sighed, I really need to figure out who the fuck she is. He then closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep...
"Damon...Damon...!" The white haired devil opened his eyes upon hearing the whisper, and leaned up in his bed, seeing flashing lights from his bedroom doorway.
"What the fuck?" He gets out of bed, readying his Devil Bringer arm, and heads through the doorway, seeing his bar was now filled with mounds and mounds of soap suds, as if someone decided to fill a bathtub with bubble bath and let it overflow out of control. Damon walked down the stairs into the waiting suds, trying to head to the front door, but as he trekked through the soap bubbles, the light began to shine brighter and brighter, almost blinding him until he finally reached the front door and walked through. Upon exiting the front door, the light dimmed enough for him to see, but now he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
He was now in an unbelievably large room mad entirely of marble, with three small stages lining the farthest wall facing him, a metal pole protruding from each of the said stages, and a bar on the left side of the room. But what caught his attention was who was in the room with him.
Stationed at the bar was Adrian, dressed in a green Hawaiian shirt, brown board shorts, a dark fedora and black sunglasses.
"Adrian? What's going on?"
"Oh, not much boss!" Adrian said cheerfully, mixing several different liquids together into a shotglass, making a purple colored drink, "Just getting you ready!" He then spinkled a blue powder into the drink, offering it to Damon. The former devil hunter took the shot glass, inspecting it,
"Okay...what is it? What did you put in it? And what do you mean 'getting me ready?'"
"That, my friend, is a purple nurple. What I put in was a crushed viagra, and when I said 'getting you ready,' I meant getting you ready for that." Adrian then pointed to the three stages, causing Damon to look, and his jaw dropped to the floor; right before him was Rias, Asia, Akeno, Katrina and Xenovia, all dressed in a variety of different lingerie, only to watch them all shed their garments, approaching him fully nude. Katrina and Akeno approached him first, slowly lifting his black muscle shirt off, allowing Xenovia and Asia to undo his belt and pants. Before Damon could argue, Rias took Damons' drink, and helped pour it into his mouth. Upon swallowing he felt his shorts drop, feeling Xenovia and Asia immeidiately go for his member, their tongues sliding along the sides and bringing him to life. He tilted his head back as he felt Katrina and Akeno kiss and suck on his neck, only to feel his head brought forward, seeing Rias lean her head to his, and press her lips to his. Damon eagerly returned the kiss, drawing a moan from the red haired beauty, and parted as she pulled back, and began to lower herself to Damons' crotch, joining Xenovia and Asia on pleasuring him, but focused more on his head, taking it in her mouth and sucking for all she was worth. Damon growled, his head leaning back from the pleasure,
"Adrian...how are you not killing me yet?" Damon didn't recieve an answer. "Adrian?" Damon turned to the bar, and his eyes widened; there on the bar was a girl with black hair, tied back in a bun, thin rimmed glasses adorning her face, fair skin, and a black lingerie set decorating her body. She was laying on top of the bar, resting a hand on her side, alluring Damon to the core.
"Hello Damon," she said with a seductive purr.
"B...Blair?" He asked in shock. Adrian then popped his head up from behind the bar, a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand, and a shot glass with a lime wedge in the other.
"Sorry boss, I had to get a couple of things real quick!" Said the Devil Virus. He then proceeded to pour half a shot of the whiskey, then purposely spilled it along Blairs abdomen, setting a full shot of whiskey in her cleavage, and finally set the lime wedge in her mouth. The girls then backed away from Damon, casting him smoldering grins, all while ushering him to Blair, letting him figure out what they wanted him to do. He then leaned down to Blairs' abdomen, licking the whiskey off her belly, moved up to her cleavage, locking the shotglass with his lips alone, and leaning his head back, drinking the whiskey with ease. He spit out the glass behind the bar, not caring if it shattered, and went for the lime wedge in Blairs' teeth, only to see her spit out the lime, and lean up, locking lips with Damon, to which he returned with equal passion.
Blair then shoved him onto his back, straddling him while the girls surrounding them pulled and even tore apart her lingerie, leaving her bare except for her glasses."Don't worry Damon," she said, "My mom won't be here to interrupt us this time.""Oh so this is the girl you were said you were homesick for!" Adrian chimed in, watching as Blair lined herself up with Damon, and in one fluid motion, sank down on him. Blair gyrated her hips, rocked back and forth, let Damon pump up inside her with such an intensity that the other girls couldn't help but have fun with themselves and each other. Damon intook everything; the damn near lesbian orgy happening next to himself, his old girlfriend in his lap, and Adrian drinking white rum straight from the bottle. Upon looking to Adrian, he had to ask,
"Dude, am I dreaming?" Adrian laughed,
"Of course you are man! Why do you think I was calling you boss?" Damon blinked, looked up to Blair, but now she was replaced by a petite girl in a black cat mask, and the last thing he saw was something being slipped over his head by the masked girl...
Damon snorted, then tried to open his eyes, but something was covering his eyes. He tried to move his hands, but he quickly felt that he was handcuffed to the headboard. With zero warning, he snapped the cuffs in two, snatched the fabric covering his eyes off his head, just in time to hear a quick pitter patter of feet dashing down the stairs.
"Hey! Wait!" He then tried to leap up out of bed, finding his pants were around his knees. He tried to pull up his pants while running for the stairs, but as he did so he tripped, falling down the stairs, cursing as he fell. "Ah! God! Mother! Fucker! Ow! Shit!" He landed face first onto the hardwood floor, only catching the red glow of a teleportation circle as it faded from existance. He cursed again, slamming his fist on the floor, but he saw something on the floor, reached over and picked it up off the floor, and to his surprise, it was the black cat mask the girl wore in his dream! "So mystery head girl struck again!" He muttered, but then he remembered that his eyes were covered in the bedroom, looked at the fabric in his hand, and his eyes widened, his blush intensified as he saw it was a pair of white panties, decorated with strawberries. Damon blinked, looked from side to side, making sure he was alone, and took a good sniff of the crotch, smelling for sure that there was still the sweet smell of a girls lower regions inside. He chuckled, "Lucky me, they're still warm." A thought then occured to him, and he smelled the panties again, "...which also means there is still time for me to find her!" He then hopped to his feet, zipping up his pants and fastening his belt, leaping behind his desk to find his boots, cursing and clattering as he stuffed them on, and ran for the door, snatching his coat on the way out, but not before turning to his invisible wall, "Let's just go ahead and skip to where I am at Adrians' house, huh?"
One requested skip later...
"You want me to do what?" Adrian asked, dressed in just his jeans while a sleepy nude Rias stood next to him, leaning on his shoulder while Damon stood outside the bedroom of the Devil Virus.
"I need you to sniff these panties so I can find out who mystery head girl is. Once! And! For all!" Said Damon, holding the panties up, "Now sniff!" Adrian took a step back, clearing disgusted,
"I'm not sniffing some random girls panties so you can find her! What, do I look like a damn bloodhound to you?!"
"No but you can at least tell whose DNA is on these with a sniff, and I'm not losing this girl again!"
"THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS YOU SHIT FOR BRAINS!" Bellowed Adrian, and Damon sighed in defeat.
"Well whatever, it's time to get back to the main story anyway. Yo Scarecrow!" He turned to his invisible wall, "You mind getting us back on track?"
A/N: And with that said, we shall now move on to Chapter 70, where the other bishop shall be introduced!
