Another fun little piece of snuff loll hope you enjoy it! :D I consider it to be set after my first vignette, but a while after.
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Sookie slid out of her car, careful not to get her dress stuck in the door. She didn't have the faintest idea what had gotten into her, but there she was, on the parking of Fangtasia, on a gloomy Halloween night. She could already feel the pulsing rhythm of the music inside and she could see the fangbangers all dressed to impress a very bored Pam. Pam was truly stunning in her crimson red pencil dress with her smoky eye shadow and French twist. The moment she spotted Sookie she grinned slightly.
'What a vision!' Pam commented, eyeing Sookie's choice of dress with an appreciative gaze.
'Right. Thank you.' Sookie said awkwardly as Pam stepped aside to let her pass.
'He's on his throne.' Pam said to Sookie, smirking. Sookie sighed and turned towards the door.
A very rude man in the line thought that Sookie probably did nasty things with Pam in order to get this special treatment and Sookie couldn't help but turn back to stare at him.
'I'm not her type. Maybe you are? But I doubt it…' Sookie said at him, very amused at how embarrassed and confused the man was. She then grinned at Pam and walked in.
Tonight Fangtasia was dressed to impress. The place was very dramatically lit and the usual décor had been set aside for an old glamorous Hollywood look. It all looked very film noir with the drapes and red spotlights.
The dark room was pulsing to the beat of sexy lounge music. On the poles, the new dancers of Fangtasia were dancing in a manner that shouldn't even be legal. Sookie turned away to look at something less explicit. Sadly for her, everything was quite on the raw and ravenous side tonight. In every booth couples, trios, sometimes even four, five or six people were entangled in very compromising positions doing god knows what. The No Biting on Premises sign had been unhooked from the wall and Sookie guessed there wouldn't be any policemen in the place tonight with all the illegal activities happening here.
She wondered for a minute how much this would cost Eric, for the authorities to close their eyes on lots and lots of biting and public sex. A few people were grinding on the dance floor. There wasn't any other way to describe the way they undulated to the dirty beat of the music, their hips engaged in various acts of what even a good girl like Sookie had to admit was a cheap excuse for dry sex. Everything reeked of sex, of lust and desire. Sookie really had no idea why she'd come and she now regretted it. She felt almost naked with her dramatically white dress. She couldn't have blended in even if she had tried with the room being so dark and her dress being so…white.
She looked around the room to where she knew Eric would be. And sure as day, he was sitting on his throne, his head relaxed on the back of the seat, looking at one of his female dancers giving him some sort of private show.
He was dressed in a pair of black leather pants that might have looked tacky on anyone else but made him look like a Calvin Klein model. Sookie briefly wondered if any of them actually were vampires with their dreamlike bodies and gorgeous faces. He also wore a dark tank top that clung to his muscular chest, leaving very little to the imagination. He looked utterly bored at the desperate attempts his dancer was making to entice his appetites, which made Sookie suppress a laugh. His gaze slowly turned to her and she lifted her chin defiantly.
He took in the sight of her, hunger painted on his face as well as disbelief, not quite sure if she really was there or if he was imagining it. He cocked his head to the side, gesturing for her to join him. Many women and a few men in the room eyed the entire procedure with envy. Sookie tensed when she heard the thoughts of a few men and was thankful Eric had already seen her and would probably break the arm of anyone who'd try to harm her. No one dared touch her since the word had already spread around the crowded bar that Mr Northman had invited her to his throne. She finally approached him after making her way through the oversexed crowd.
Sookie stood in front of him, silent. Eric smirked and passed a hand in his hair before leaning back in his throne, eyeing her curiously.
'What an odd choice for Halloween.' Eric noted, referring to her dress. The dress was indeed quite the odd piece, a vintage looking fifties dress. It was a very low cut at the front, at the limit of modesty and it hugged her curves like a glove down to her hips where it flared in a soft A-line. It ran to the middle of her thighs, the ruffles of the underskirt swaying against her tanned skin, and exposed a lot more leg than she usually permitted herself, but hell, it was Halloween. She wore her favorite heels, a pair of beautiful red peep toes.
'I like white. And this place is so gloomy, I thought I'd bring a bit of light in.' She offered, smirking slightly. He looked like the cat that ate the cream with his devilish grin on his lips.
'You're looking mouthwatering. Lucky for you you're here on my request otherwise I'd have a hard time keeping most men in here off you.' He replied,
'Thank you.' Sookie replied, looking around her nervously. People all around the bar were still starring at her. She tried to ignore their unpleasant thoughts and fondled with one of her golden curls. She had left her hair down for the night as she like it bouncing around her face.
'So you came. I didn't think Miss Proper-Stackhouse would accept an invitation to such a sinful event as the Fangtasia Halloween.' Eric purred, his fangs drawn slightly. Sookie almost whimpered at the sight. She was suddenly not so sure dressing up had been such a good idea. Maybe he would take it as a sign of interest on her part and she didn't want that at all. Well maybe she did but she wouldn't admit it on pain of death.
'If you're referring to the orgy, yes, it is quite disturbing and absolutely not my style. But whatever. I don't have to participate.' Sookie replied, nervous.
'I wouldn't mind. As long as I get to play too.' Eric replied, seductive. 'Have a seat.' He offered her. Sookie swallowed hard and regretted not wearing a longer dress the moment she crossed her legs. The hem of the dress ran up on her thighs in an almost indecent manner.
'Doesn't it disturb you all those people just blatantly dry-humping on the dance floor? And those over there doing god knows what…Ew.' Sookie commented. His gaze roamed over the room slowly, not showing any sign of surprise at the various exotic displays.
'I've been to more exciting orgies.' Eric replied, his gaze returning to her to slide up her legs, crudely undressing her. 'And you are by far more enthralling than those mediocre humans.' Sookie blushed and felt a warm throbbing between her thighs. Yes, the man called for sex.
'So, what did you want that required my presence here? Tonight of all nights?' She asked, trying to think of something else than how much she wanted to rip his tank top off to see more of his beautifully carved chest.
'I wanted to see how well you'd resist my charms.' Eric replied, grinning. Sookie frowned and turned her gaze back to the crowd. The song had now changed and the beat was a bit faster, causing some more naughty displays on the dance floor. Sookie's eyes went wide when a girl pulled off her shirt. The girl had no bra and quite the pair of boobs. She started rubbing them in the face of a very compliant vampire. Sookie blushed once more and turned to look elsewhere, but the only place in the room where people weren't having sex was on her left where Eric sat and that wasn't much help since the man practically radiated lust.
'Let me offer you a drink.' Eric said, standing up and offering his hand to her. She carefully placed her hand in his much bigger and stronger one. He curled his fingers around her small ones and pulled her up in a swift move, causing her to almost tumble on him. Her breasts were pressed to his muscular chest and she was sure he had the most plunging view in her décolleté and she tried to pull back but her kept her there, molded to him, his hand leaving hers to trace a lazy pattern on the skin of her arm, all the way up to her collarbone. Her breathing became ragged and she pressed her thighs together. His other hand was pressed on her hip and slid to the curve of her butt, pressing her on his erection. She gasped and looked up at him. She could feel all the eyes in the room on them and blushed. The flow of blood under her skin made Eric growl softly. His eyes were glazed over with lust.
'My drink?' She asked, her voice high pitched.
'Come.' Was all he said before storming off the stage where his throne stood, dragging her by the hand to an empty booth. She eyed the place curiously wrinkling her nose.
'No one has fucked here. Yet.' Eric said, smirking. He sat on one side and she slid on the other. She didn't bother anymore with his crudeness. She found it quite amusing actually.
'Is that an invitation?' She challenged him, sarcastic.
'Not much space but I'm sure we could manage.' Eric replied, playful. She rolled her eyes and crossed her legs, bumping his in the process. He stifled a laugh and turned his perfect face to the bar, signaling the barman to fix Sookie something. A minute later, Ginger was placing a freshly mixed drink in front of Sookie. Sookie looked at the drink and thanked Ginger, her hand going for her purse to tip her.
'My treat.' Eric said, shooing Sookie's hand away from her little clutch. Noticing that Ginger was still standing there. 'Off you go, Ginger.' Eric said to the woman who'd been glamoured way too many times for her own good. She smiled stupidly and made her way back to the bar.
'What is this?' Sookie asked, looking at the drink in front of her. It was served in a frosted glass and it was a deep reddish-brown color, kind of like cranberry juice but darker and obviously thicker.
'Taste it.' Eric simply said.
'What if it's poisoned? Or laced with some shit so I won't remember who I am and wake up in a dumpster?' Sookie replied, twirling the straw in the dark liquid, her nose wrinkled in disdain. She still found the man infuriating. Plus, she was a very Gin-and-Tonic kind of girl and this didn't look one bit like a Gin-and-Tonic. Or any other drink she'd ever served at Merlotte's as a matter of fact.
'Just taste it already.' Eric said, sighing. She tentatively took the drink in her hand and brought the red straw to her lips, sipping at the drink carefully. The drink tasted like chocolate and raspberries and something else she couldn't very well place. And there was the spicy yet sweet taste of alcohol. It was very cold and at the same time thick and velvety. But boy was there alcohol in there. And it was bloody delicious.
'And?' Eric asked.
'Tastes okay I guess. You trying to get me drunk so you can molest me on your desk?' She asked, sipping some more of the drink. It wasn't okay. It was divine. She'd had to as him for the recipe later.
'I hadn't thought about that. Pity.' Eric replied, a grin on his lips, devouring her with his gaze. He could see her pulse fluttering at the juncture of her neck and collarbone. His gaze slid lower to her décolleté. He smiled suggestively. He slid over towards her, the booth being quite small. She tensed at the fact he was so close and turned her gaze towards the dance floor.
'Won't you be drinking anything? You're just going to stare at me all night?' Sookie asked, her pulse racing, never meeting his gaze.
'I'd love to have you for a drink.' Eric mused. 'You truly taste delicious. Like nothing I've had before. But I doubt you'd allow me. So no, I won't be drinking anything.'
'You never drink True Blood?' Sookie asked, turning her head to him and finding him much close to her than he'd been earlier. She parted her lips unconsciously and her breasts heaved in the tight white dress. He really loved the effect he was having on her. She grabbed her drink and downed it in a few gulps, trying to cool herself down. She licked her lips, trying to keep the flavor in her mouth. This was definitely her new favorite cocktail, whatever the hell it was.
'I don't have to.' He replied, his hand sliding up her bare thigh and under her dress before she could stop him.
'What are you doing?' She breathed, closing her eyes in delight. She closed her thighs together, trapping his hand there.
Before she knew it, he pulled her towards him, sitting her between his legs, his erection pressed on her lower back. His hand was still in between her thighs and she was thankful for the dark ambiance otherwise all the patrons in the bar could have seen what he was doing. They were quite a sight; the two of them pressed together, with their blond hair, her in white, him in black. She panted as his hand slid up between her thighs now dangerously close to her core. She was sure she had soaked her panties already and felt almost no shame for it. The man was going to make her go mad if he continued teasing her like that.
'Eric, everyone can see us.' She gasped as his mouth hovered over her neck, his free hand moving her hair away so he could access her sensitive skin there.
'Why did you come tonight, Sookie?' He breathed in her ear, his hand finally reaching its destination between her legs. He growled when he felt just how aroused she was by all this and she pressed her thighs even more firmly together.
'Shut up.' She whispered as he caressed her in just the right way.
'Oh but I'd really like to know why.' Eric whispered back, his mouth near her ear, causing her to shiver.
'Eric, people can see us.' Sookie whined, craning her neck to look at him. He bit her lower lip softly before answering her.
'Let them watch.' He said, his voice a low rumble that rolled through her causing her skin to burn and yearn for his touch.
Whatever had been in that drink, it made her very compliant to his little games, she thought. But who was she kidding really, she just loved to play with fire. As long as this fire was Eric. She writhed under his touch, grinding her butt on his erection, causing him to growl once more.
'So? Why did you?' He said. He then proceeded to press his fingers more firmly on her through her wet lacy underwear, rubbing in teasing circular motions. She moaned softly, her head thrown back on his chest, her forehead pressed on his neck.
'Because you asked?' She offered, her last word choked.
'I think you're just very curious, Miss Stackhouse.' Eric said, kissing her forehead softly before lowering his mouth to hers. He parted her lips with his tongue and starting rubbing her tongue at the same rhythm his hand was imposing to her throbbing core. She arched her back, pressing herself to his hand, whimpering when he actually pulled her back to his hips, grinding on her.
'Curiosity killed the cat.' Sookie murmured when he let go of her lips to let her breathe.
'Hardly. Just made it purr.' Eric whispered back, nibbling her bottom lip as he increased the rhythm of his hand. Suddenly, he slipped her panties aside and slid a finger in her. She moaned loudly, grabbing his hair with her hand and turning his head. She bit his neck roughly, sucking at his skin, trying desperately to drown her moans. They reverberated on his skin and he clutched the hair at the nape of her neck to crane her face towards his.
'Miss Stackhouse, I hadn't pictured you as naughty lover.' He purred at her, delighting in the sight of her parted lips and half closed eyes. Her long dark lashes casted a sexy shadow on her lustful gaze and his fangs clicked in place when he curled his finger inside her, causing her to pant.
'This is so inappropriate.' Sookie sighed as he started kissing his way down her neck. His free hand slid up her stomach and he rubbed his thumb on one of her nipples through the tight material of her dress. The ruffles of her skirt were in his way for more serious business but he didn't mind. He was really enjoying just teasing her like that in the middle of the crowded bar.
'Wouldn't be half as fun if it wasn't.' Eric said, his erection painfully pressed against her back. She was such a turn on. He felt like ripping her tempting little dress to shreds and taking her on the table right there and now but he had enough self-control to hold back. All in due time, he thought.
'Oh god.' Sookie breathed when he slid another finger in her, his motions becoming more and more insistent. She could feel her orgasm coming and she roughly pulled him for another kiss. She sucked at his lower lip, biting it. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and she moaned. He curved his fingers one last time, pressing on her most sensitive spot with his thumb and she came, trembling in his arms. Her lips parted in a silent 'O' and her head fell on his chest.
He kissed her lips and removed his hand from in between her thighs. Lifting his fingers to her mouth, he bit her earlobe. Taking his hand, she did something she'd never done with Bill and tasted herself on his fingers, sucking each of them slowly and teasingly.
'Do that again and I'll have to take you back to my office, Miss Stackhouse.' He breathed in her ear, his length throbbing with the desire of her. She whined at the idea so he lifted her and spun her around, sitting her on the edge of the table. She was breathless and she held on to him for support. Her skirt was all ruffled and she tried to smooth it out.
'We can't…' She tried to say but he silenced her with a fiery kiss, their mouths leveled by her sitting on the table. She didn't care anymore what she might look like. He was simply too good to spend. He wanted her so bad he felt as if he was going to lose control and just take her there but, suddenly, Pam was near their table, staring at them, amused.
'What is it?' he snapped at her, pulling Sookie down on him so she straddled him. She looked at Pam and blushed, turning her head away. Eric kissed Sookie's throat, waiting for an answer from his progeny. They did not have any secrets for the other so he didn't actually mind her looking at them.
'I'm bored at the door.' Pam replied, her arms crossed on her chest. Sookie moaned and tried to push Eric's head away, feeling suddenly very prude.
'And you bother me for that? Tell Chow to take your place, damn it!' Eric growled at her. 'Now go!' He added. She stayed exactly where she was and continued looking at Sookie with interest.
'You are really ravishing tonight Sookie.' She cooed, baring her fangs in a seductive smile. Eric shot her a warning glance.
'Oh don't you even think about it, Pam!' He snapped. Sookie looked at Pam and blushed once more.
'Doesn't she look just delicious…' Pam said, turning on her heels. 'You are very selfish, Eric.' She said over her shoulder as she strolled away. She had obviously spotted a more interesting specimen near the bar.
'Now where were we?' Eric whispered, his hand sliding up Sookie's thigh, grinding her against his hard length. Sookie was once more amazed at the size of it.
'I need another drink.' Sookie breathed, her mouth on his neck.
Eric pulled her back, cupping her chin in his hand and smiled.
'Oh do you?' He asked. She rolled her eyes and pulled herself off him to brush the skirt of her dress back into place.
'I'll be right back.' She whispered before slipping away from the booth. He caught her hand before she could get too far and pulled her back to him. Taking her palm to his mouth, he bit the soft mound at the base of her thumb before releasing her.
She walked away on wobbly legs and dashed for the ladies' room. Pressing her back against the closed door of a stall, she took deep breaths to calm her rapidly beating heart. What was she doing? She heard moans in the next stall and she stormed out to look at herself in the mirror. Her mouth swollen from their kisses and her hair was a bit messed up. The top of her dress was all wrinkled and the skirt was even worse. She passed a finger on her lips and tried to untangle her hair. She finally gave up and washed her hands before walking out. The moment she was in the corridor, Eric grabbed her and pressed her against the wall.
'What took you so long?' He grunted in her ear, covering her neck with open-mouthed kisses. She didn't even reply and just caught his lips with hers, as demanding as him.
'What's wrong with me?' She said when they finally parted, his forehead resting on hers.
'I wouldn't say anything is wrong at all with you. Except you're overdressed.' He commented, his finger sliding down the column of her throat and between her breasts. Her skin covered in goose bumps and she looked up at him.
'I don't love you. I mean I like you. A lot more than I should but...' She said, firmly. He frowned and pulled back just a bit, putting his hands on either side of her head.
'But?' He replied, his mouth looming over hers.
'This is wrong, Eric. I don't just…fuck around. Maybe you do but I don't. But I just…'
'Can't help yourself.' He completed for her, brushing his lips to hers. She felt a bolt of electricity down to her toes and pulled him closer. His hands were all over her face, sucking her very breath out of her. 'Makes two of us.' He whispered.