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Karina

If there is anyone more stupid than me in this world, I don't know. How was I able to think that signing a contract with a demon descendant was a good thing?! And worse, I even gave him my virginity and thought I could have some kind of strange relationship with this guy! It has to be really stupid.
Even my mother realized that it wouldn't work, without even knowing anything about our relationship, and yet I'm next to the idiot Klaus Dark Elf, in a dark place in the city, getting out of his car.
We walk down the street of a chic neighborhood full of security guards and cars patrolling and I don't say anything, because I'm determined not to talk to this guy ever again.
When we arrive at the reception, even the employees present stare at the outfit Klaus chose for me to wear while we stand in a small line.
He selected a completely white, plain and long dress for me. The piece has two very high slits, one on each leg, and as I'm not wearing panties you can even see the front part of my hips where the lingerie straps should be.
If the fabric of the dress wasn't a little heavier than usual, everyone would be able to look at my private parts if a wind hit. But that was probably exactly the intention, to leave me exposed like a commodity while he remains covered in his black suit.
— Welcome, sir — the receptionist says when the couples next to us ahead they already passed through a dark door. — Hey ma'am — he says and looks at my body, which makes me blush and be grateful that it's not possible to see that. I don't know if she hated it or if she really liked it.
Klaus and I wear masks that cover the upper half of our faces, as if this were an ancient ball. The tall male's is black with golden details, arabesques that match very well with the tan of his skin and the piercings in his pointy ears.
Mine is very similar to his, only white, with gold details too and it even seems to match the new kind of gold collar he gave me. The jewelry is plain, with only Klaus' initials engraved on it. It has a cold, slightly heavy material against my neck, and it has a chain that runs down the front of the dress and dangles between my large V-neck.
Honestly, it's the sexiest and at the same time humiliating thing I've had to wear so far.
— I want the club-wide access bracelet for both of us. I am a premium member, Klaus Dark Elf.
Of course he is a premium member of an exclusive sex club.
— Yes, Mr. Dark Elf — he says and starts working on his computer quickly.
Even though I wasn't talking to Klaus, he was talking to me and he told me what he thought I should know. Red Town Club is a closed, gigantic place for those who can afford it very well.
Klaus said he hasn't been here for a while, but I don't know if that's true. Maybe a few days before he met me he was in this place that looks like a spa, surrounded by women and having sex in the open air. Or... maybe that's why he spent days and days without penetrating me, with the excuse that it was too big. He must be here, having sex in the early hours of the morning, since he is a nocturnal breed.
The thought brings back the small dinner I managed to eat in my throat and I shiver over the thin, golden heels Klaus chose. He notices the movement while talking to the receptionist and shakes my hand, however, I don't accept the affection and let go of his warm touch.
— Here are the bracelets, gentlemen. — The receptionist makes a point of We put a thin but sturdy yellow bracelet on each of us, and a very large, human security guard points to the dark door through which the other beautifully dressed couples have passed.
However, before we can go, we hear a scream coming from outside the reception.
— I have a right to be here! Do you know who I am?! - the woman he exclaims. — I'm the mayor's daughter! If they don't let me in, they'll be closed tomorrow!
— Stay here — Klaus orders without thinking twice and runs outside, and Of course I don't obey him and I go after him to see what's going on.
— You were prohibited from coming here, we have express orders to Do not leave it even near the premises. — A burly security guard says to the black woman standing on the sidewalk. She dresses very elegant and has straight pink hair.
— Forbidden by whom? — the Persians who brought me here interfere with its authoritarian tone.
—Klaus?! Thank God! Tell this guy he's committing a big mistake! — The human almost jumps with joy and that makes me squint my eyes, not liking her reaction at all.
— This lady has already caused problems at the club, sir, we have orders not to let her in — the security guard informs and suddenly Klaus takes off his mask, wanting to show who he is, which makes the man instantly take a, let's say... more humble position.
— Let her through, Crystal is in my care. — Klaus puts himself
next to the girl, he takes her by the arm and I am left without reaction.
What the hell is that?
I've never seen Persanes touch another person with such intimacy, she even presses her body to Klaus', wanting more protection. They definitely know each other on a more intimate level and it leaves me dry-mouthed.
— Sir, I… I don't know if I can do this. — The security guard goes after Klaus as he walks with this Crystal by his side, who doesn't say anything.
I stand outside on the sidewalk, with a ball of emotions in my throat and the urge to hit myself. The way my body reacts now, there's no denying that I'm in love with this guy who doesn't care about me.
I really am a clown.
— Karina, come! — Klaus calls and looks back, as if I were his bitch, so I end up having to join him and again we go to the receptionist desk. — Give her a yellow bracelet.
— You will have two guests today, then? — the employee asks and I notice that Crystal has put Klaus' mask on her face, which makes me very angry. Why did he give her something of his to use? Why is he defending her?
Who is this real woman for Klaus?
— Yes — he confirms and soon the mayor's daughter has a thin bracelet on the arm and passing through the mysterious door with us, we entered a long empty corridor.
— Just don't do too much shit — Klaus says quietly to Crystal, who is going in front while Persanes forces me to stay by his side again, with his arm around my waist.
— You know I won't. — She laughs in response and looks back at the my direction. I can't really know what his expression is and that irritates me, in fact, everything today has irritated me. — Are you Klaus' temporary companion that everyone is talking about? — he asks curiously and I don't answer.
I don't want to have to talk to anyone, I'm too hateful for that, plus I'm not a crappy temporary companion at all. I'm just an object to Klaus.
— Yes, this is my Karina, and Karina is my number one stalker.
uncle Vladimir. She has followed him since she was a teenager. — I don't know if she's joking or not, because she's talking seriously, but Crystal responds with a little laugh. — I'm not a stalker.
— So what are you doing here today? — asks the moment the
The corridor lined with black fabrics ends and we come face to face with another closed door, through which I can hear music and voices passing by.
— Same as you, have fun. —Tap two small taps on the mask on her face and now I notice that the pink hair is actually a wig.
Then Crystal puts her hand on the doorknob, opens the passage and I'm able to see what the Red Town Club is, or at least a part of it.
— With that amount of smelly perfume you're using, it's going to be It’s difficult to recognize you, so good luck — the Persian man says and the woman just shrugs and enters the place alone, leaving us behind.

***

Klaus
I smell her fear increasing with every step we take into the club's opening room, even though I've already told her the things that happen here
inside and explained that with me by your side you are always safe. I would never let anything happen to Karina.
It's a sex club and there are security guards watching us in the rooms where surveillance is allowed, however, the place is aimed at my race, so humans have to be very careful, since the people inside will prefer to protect Persians rather than protect them. anyone else.
All walls are black and the entrance to the club is a very decorated living room with large windows showing the heated pools available for use.
In this room they used a lot of red and low lighting, with a large painting of a Vrunsni on the wall, my ancestors. They could look like me or become giant wolves if they wanted, however, the Vrunsni have been missing for a long time and only their art remains.
They also have masks, whips, vibrators and various other artifacts hanging, for anyone who wants to pick up and use. Exhibitionism is more than welcome here, or you can go to one of the hundreds of rooms available, one more luxurious than the other, in this mansion hidden by a park full of trees.
Persians don't practice BDSM, because it requires discipline and rules that few of us would know how to follow, but that doesn't stop us from doing things instinctively that humans wouldn't call “vanilla sex”.
When I met Karina, I would have been more than happy to bring her here and give her all the protection and freedom possible, however, today my greatest desire is to take this female, get in my car and never come back.
Dante will be here in an hour or two, when most people have arrived, and he can enter without being seen. My plan is to make Karina comfortable enough so that she doesn't care about anything else and can let herself be seen by him, and then release more of her delicious scent.
Then the difficult part begins, which is allowing Dante to begin our rite of seduction, which only happens when we are in heat. I'll have to let him have her for a few minutes, not sex, but smell and touch her arms, her legs, and then take Karina from him.
Prostitution is a prohibited profession in this city, however, at Red Town Club this law does not apply. There are dozens of human call girls here, so I will choose one of these girls and then Dante will mate and tarnish the Dark Elf name in front of all the important Persians in the city.
city, who may not care about things like murder and rape, but it will not be tolerated.
I could be naive and think that any human female would serve to awaken Dante's heat, however, with all the time I spent with Karina, going from party to party, I noticed the same pattern. All the unmated ones or the younger ones, who had not yet had their first heat, like Filipi, for example, were excited by Karina.
At the parties I took her to, she didn't notice because she didn't know how to see the signs and she doesn't smell, but when they tasted her scent of fear, they all bristled and only held back because of my presence at her side. Karina has something different in her aroma, something I've never seen like it.
So I know Dante will want her, I just don't know if I'm ready to pay the price and let my cousin seduce her. His pheromones will probably affect her at some point and my female, who is not mated to me, will succumb and forget I exist. She won't understand anything when I interrupt Dante and replace her with a prostitute. Besides hating myself for the rest of my life for using it.
This thought makes me have to hold back a growl and for my own good I
pay attention to my surroundings again, before I give up on everything and turn into a weak male who gives in easily.
We pass through the room and arrive at a kind of club, where more masked people are in the dark corners, using the sofas or the boxes which are small spaces separated from here by a semi-transparent curtain.
Pop music is loud to keep conversations private and most people wear perfume, knowing it will make it difficult to be recognized. Because of this, the smells hit me all at once and make me nauseous, having to bury my face in Karina's hair to keep from getting worse. Her scent calms me.
She trembles in response, but lets me do it and we walk in this strange way without complaining.
Until we reached the end of this large room and entered a more cozy place, with a stripper show taking place. This room imitates a kind of library, with armchairs in the corners, rugs on the floor and tall shelves full of random copies.
Five or six males, some human and some not, are standing under the three-foot stages that don't fit in at all with the room. Women climb up and down silver poles, in panties and bras and with music playing
calm playing. They make it seem like it's just another art show, when in fact they are most likely here for prostitution or to be auctioned off at the end of the night.
None of them are Persian, because the vast majority of Persian women are too rich to need to sell their bodies.
As Karina continues her silence strike, she doesn't say anything, but I feel like she has a lot of questions about this place and where I'm taking her. This proves true when a group of males from some other room enter this room and pass us by. Two of them growl at Karina, showing their teeth, and the others laugh, but don't stop checking out my female. They only stop when they notice me next to her, recognizing me and moving away with grumbles.
Her smell of fear instantly becomes stronger and her body bumps against mine, as I still hold her around the waist.
— None of them will do anything to you without my permission, my The smell is all over your body and they know you're mine,” I whisper in her ear as she trembles as I pull her into a corner next to a dark wooden bookshelf.
“None of them would want to do anything to me anyway,” he says.
finally, very irritated, and a human in a suit who was watching the strippers, turns towards us.
He keeps his distance, with a mask similar to the one I was wearing before, and is interested in my female. Maybe Karina didn't notice it, since the colored lights focus more on the strippers.
- You think? — I murmur and pull a strand of dark hair so that the your lap is more exposed to the human, who continues to maintain eye contact. He must be about four meters away from the two of us and he knows who I am, since he doesn't come to bother her.
— These guys here are the type who walk past me every day and pretend that I I don’t exist — he whispers and I notice the man more. He is very thin and tall, just not taller than me. — My whole life has been like that, they always go after the thinnest girls, even the fat ones.
— And yet everyone who passes us looks at you...
I stick my tongue out, lick the exposed base of her neck to her ear and her body jolts. Her taste is the best thing there is.
— They're always looking at you, not me. I be here or
No, it doesn't make any difference, Klaus. — She shrugs, even more angry. —
You only praise me so much because you want to use me because of the smell of my fear, and now that I know that you don't need to lie anymore. — Your words irritate me a lot, they even make a shiver of hatred run through my body. — Are you insinuating that everything between the two of us has been a lie until now?
— I'm not insinuating, I'm saying that's exactly what it is. — Give it shoulders and the smell of fear increases, which proves that he is making a great effort to tell me these things. — I saw you with that woman in our entrance, I saw the way she behaved around her.
Karina looks at me and her eyes are red, like she's about to cry, and it makes my chest hurt.
— Crystal is just… a friend.
I don't know if I can really use the word friend, since I don't talk to that woman very often, but I somehow sympathize with all the years she spent chasing after Vladimir.
The problem is that the delay in selecting the word “friend” to talk about Crystal makes Karina more suspicious.
— That didn't seem like friendship and she was a very pretty girl, you
He could have used her for his plan, but he preferred to put me in the middle of it because I was a virgin and easier to make a fool of. — Karina sniffles and her bottom lip trembles as she looks away from mine. She is truly believing everything she says.
— Maybe I haven't dealt with you properly until now... — I let the my tone deepens into something more serious.
- What you mean?
— I should have banned you from saying that kind of nonsense about yourself from the start. — I take the chain dangling from the valley of her breasts and begin to wrap it around my wrist, which forces her to come closer. — If I punish you properly, I'm sure this will end. — He pants against my lips and the semi-erection inside my pants hardens more, as my tail wraps around his right arm.
—What are you talking about, Klaus? — insists on his question, with my eyes lighting up and lighting up your face.
Before I can formulate a single sentence, I walk over to an armchair with a small table and lamp next to it, as if this were a real library and I was going to read. And still holding the chain I sit down, which forces her to follow me.
— In knees, Karina.