Under Neon: Desire Claimed

The bass pounded, and the sounds vibrated through my bones as I swayed with the music, my eyes closed, letting each pulse move my body.

I opened my eyes and saw Charlie in front of me, swaying with her eyes closed, too, but her back was pressed against the chest of a cute stranger, their mouths locked on each other. And with each flash of the strobe lights, I saw his hand move further up her torso until I saw his fingers twirling her nipple that was barely covered in the fishnet one-piece she wore.

I wanted that.

To be as free as she was, to follow my own desire and lust, but each time that someone had pressed themselves to me, my body rejected them. They felt like intrusions, like pests, and I was the furthest from being turned on by them.

The song changed, as did the lights. Gone were the pulsing strobes, and instead, there were green and red light beams shooting across in all directions. Charlie and her beau had progressed in their dance as well. His hand on her breast had pulled down on the thin strip covering her nipple, and was now twirling the bare areola while his other hand had breached through her thighs and was rubbing her pussy.

Watching them, so lost in their pleasure, moving in sync to the music, made me so wet that my own hands moved down my stomach and under my dress, and I played with myself.

The music changed again, and I instantly recognized the song. Charlie pulled away from her kiss to look at me, and we both smiled at each other. The same memory playing behind our eyes, the night we went to our first rave. She gave me a wink before she turned back to the man who was waiting to fill his mouth with her tongue.

Looking down at my phone, I set my butt plug to 'music' mode. It vibrated inside of me in sync with the melody, like the song itself was fucking my ass. Goosebumps spread across my body as I closed my eyes again and let myself completely lose myself to the moment.

That is when I sensed him. Even before I opened my eyes or felt him touch me, I knew he was standing behind me.

"I found you."

A voice that was low, breathless, but clear, pierced through the loud music, and I opened my eyes wide.

I turned and saw him, caught between flashes of green and red.

He towered over everyone around him--not just tall, but imposing, as the crowd bent around his space without realizing it. His hair was platinum, almost white, and whenever the light hit it, it gleamed like metal rather than silk. It spilled past his shoulders in thick, slick strands that shouldn't have looked that smooth in all this heat, but did.

He wore a black leather vest open over bare skin, and the skin itself was marked with dark lines that curved over his chest and throat like inked sigils. Too symmetrical. Too deliberate.

His eyes were pale. Not blue. Not gray. Just... light. Ringed in markings that trailed down his jaw.

Whoever he had hired to do the body painting did phenomenal work.

He didn't look dressed for a rave, though.

He looked dressed for something else.

Everyone around us kept dancing; no one seemed to take notice of this strangely beautiful man standing amongst them. And no one seemed to approach us either, like an invisible bubble had been put up around us.

He extended his hand toward me, and I meant to pull away, expected it too, but my body leaned into his touch. I felt his long nails trace gently down the side of my face and down my neck, and something pulsed deep in my core.

"You weren't where you were supposed to be."

His voice cut above the music, no, the music had dulled, as if the volume had been lowered, but everyone else kept moving just the same.

Where I was supposed to be? He must have me confused with someone else.

He closed the space between us, and I felt the pulse inside of me spread, like undulating waves beneath the skin all across my body, down to the very tips of my fingers and into every strand of hair.

The butt plug syncing to it.

"Who are you?" I asked as he leaned down toward me, his gaze familiar and hungry.

I should have pulled away, I should have felt as if he were an intrusion like everyone else, but he felt...right.

Fuck it. I'd be whoever he was looking for tonight.

His mouth was on mine then, and that undulating wave beneath my skin crashed repeatedly against something electric that sent tingling jolts right to my center and down my legs.

I felt his fingers weave into my hair as he pulled me deeper into the kiss, his tongue invading my mouth and wrestling with my own. He tasted of peaches and spice. Biting his lower lip, I drew a gasp from his mouth, which pulled my own lips into a smirk.

Guiding his free hand down my hips and over the curve of my ass, I moaned into his mouth. He understood and squeezed.

He pulled away, and a coldness replaced the warm electric current that had been coursing between us. Both of his hands cradled my face as he pressed his forehead against mine and stared into my eyes. There was longing and lust in them, exactly what must have been in my own.

"I want more." My words teased his mouth, and he growled as his mouth pressed hard against mine.

I needed more.

Charlie's voice came to me then, in memory, of her telling me about the many rooms ravers would sneak off to when no one was looking. All you had to do was go up the stairs to the second floor.

Pressing hard on his chest, I pushed myself away and took his hand in mine.

"This way," I said as I led him across the dance floor to the far edge of the warehouse where the staircase was located. The walk was easier than I had expected; no one blocked our passage or bumped into us.

The first door I tried led to a small, practically empty room, except for one old, beat-up couch. The walls vibrated with the bassline of the rave below.

A single tinted window overlooked the dance floor, the neon lights barely piercing through the dark film.

We fell on the couch in a heated kiss, his body pressed on top of mine as my hands worked to undo his pants.

"Impatient, as always." He muttered into my mouth before pulling me up, and I was straddling his hips.

Grinding against him, I felt his cock harden. It was thick and hot against my thigh. Pulling my dress down, he took my nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue across it fast.

I arched into his mouth and moaned. I had never been so turned on by my nipples alone, but each flick on the erect bud felt like it was being done to my clit.

He didn't say a word as he spun me around, pressing me against the glass, my tits squashed against the cold surface.

His hands were rough as they grabbed my hips, yanking my skirt up and my panties down, the fabric tearing as he tossed them aside.

"I've been wanting you for so long," he growled, his voice low and guttural, sending shivers down my spine. His cock was already rock-hard, pressing against my ass, thick and pulsing with heat. I could feel the pre-cum dripping onto my skin, slicking me up as he spread my cheeks with one hand.

Brief guilt cut through the pleasure. His touch felt incredible, but it wasn't for me.

"You--you've got the wrong girl," I stammered, but he didn't listen. His fingers were already probing my asshole, slick with saliva as he pulled the butt plug out and worked me open, his breath hot against my neck.

"No," he whispered, his voice dark and possessive. "I've been dreaming of doing this to you, Camila."

How does he know my name? I have no time to wonder about it, though.

I gasped as he pushed inside me, his cock stretching my asshole wide, the burn quickly giving way to a deep, aching pleasure. His hands gripped my hips tighter, pulling me back onto him as he fucked me hard and deep, each thrust making me whimper.

"Fuck," he groaned, his cock sliding in and out of me with a wet, obscene sound. "You feel fucking perfect."

My moans filled the room, louder with each thrust.

I could feel his hands moving, one rubbing my clit in tight, frantic circles while the other reached up to pinch my nipple, twisting it hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. But I didn't want him to stop, I wanted more, still.

That pulsing in my core grew strong, building to a pleasure that had me writhing and trembling.

"More..please." I gasped as he bit hard into my shoulder. The pain instantly became pleasure.

Then I felt it, something unlike anything I'd ever felt before. It was wet and slimy, brushing against my other nipple, and I realized with a jolt that it wasn't his hand.

I looked down and saw it--a fucking tentacle, slick and glistening, curling around my breast, sucking at my nipple like a fucking leech. My eyes widened, and I tried to pull away, but he held me tighter, his cock pressing deeper, fucking me harder. I squeezed around him tightly, unable to stop myself.

"Don't fight it," he whispered, his voice dripping with lust. "You'll feel good."

More tentacles emerged from his body, wrapping around my thighs, my waist, my arms, holding me in place as he continued to fuck me. One slid between my legs, teasing my pussy, flicking my clit until I was shaking with pleasure.

I should have fought back, I should have pushed him and run away, but I couldn't...no I admitted to myself, I didn't want to. Where there should have been fear, I found only excitement.

"I've waited so long for this," he growled, his hands clamping down on my hips as he slammed into me, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me, making me see stars.

I couldn't think, couldn't breathe--all I could feel was the pleasure, overwhelming and all-consuming. His tentacles were everywhere, teasing, sucking, fucking me until I was on the edge, my body trembling with need.

"Cum for me," he commanded, his voice fierce and demanding.

And I did.

I screamed as I came, my asshole clenching around his cock, my cunt squirting all over the tentacle fucking me. He groaned, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with cum, hot and thick, trickling down my thighs.

He held me there, his body pressed against mine, his tentacles still wrapped around me, milking every last drop of pleasure from my body.

My body arched with the last wave of orgasm, and then it all blurred. The undulating waves receded back toward my center, and there was no fear, no anxiety as I drifted away into black.

"You're mine now," he whispered, his voice dark and possessive. "Forever."

Then it was cold, and I felt empty.

I opened my eyes, and I was naked, floating in a glass tube of blue liquid. A mask was strapped tightly around my face, as IV tubes were stuck into my arms.

I tried to move, but my body wouldn't listen. Fear and panic spread as I searched beyond the glass.

A silhouette approached, and, standing right in front of me, I finally saw his face.

"Ah, you're awake."

He tilted his head and smiled at me, the grin stretching the markings on his face.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions." He added, turning and walking away, saying nothing else.