The Devil's Wedding Night

 A/N; Hello, everyone! It’s my first fict here, so please be kind. This thing is inspired from an old french canadian legend I’ve been told when I was a kid about the devil who seduced a girl at a party and took her with him to Hell at midnight. But don't worry, I brought in to the twenty first century. I don't think my old uncle would recognise here the old story he told me when I was ten. It's sick, but honeslty, why else would we all be here? END A/N

Finding a date is already hard, but now I’ve got to find a man to settle down with! Oh, that’s not that I want to, but my rich family wants it. So, I have to find a rich guy to satisfy my rank and I need one that’s also a hot stud to just plain satisfy me. He’d need to be smart too, I’ve endured enough, more than enough guys, rich or not that start undressing me with their eyes as soon as they see me but once they had me in their beds once, (sometimes, when action just got started) cowardly run away, once they lit a libido they cant handle like a fire that ran out of their control.

So I went to the M., a nightclub of old Quebec city. It’s a rich place, near Chateau Frontenac and all. I thought that if I’m not sure to get a man with what it takes in bed, better make sure he has what it takes in his wallet and get a stud for a lover but even those low expectations were disappointed. You see, you got money there, you got more money than you can expect, but to find someone with brains, good luck! What you got there? Hollywood movie star, rich daddy’s boys, hockey players who try to score in bed for the same reason that they score on ice; to feel just a little worthless than they know they are. And I had to settle for one of those! After a few minutes, I had about all I could take of these hotshot jocks, so I decided to go take a smoke outside.

Up to then, that was the best part of the evening, well, the only good one: a good smoke in a dark alley in the cold November air, that air that is still cold even after it’s inside you, in your lungs. Steam just seems to be everywhere like in a film noir.

There he appeared, in the dark. He seemed like made of thin air, build from the fog that covered the city. I swear it; I didn't saw him coming from far, he just appeared in the fog and walked towards me with his blue, yet fiery eye. Blonde, but so damn tenebrous. I’m pretty sure he didn’t had any feeling of the cold, since his black trenchcoat was open, showing sexy abs (not too big, just matching with his narrow frame) that I followed all the way to his low beltline, probably rising less than an inch over that superb part I was already thinking about but that was hidden in jeans, loose jeans, letting me wonder about his sexy butt.
I almost thought he was gay, since it’s always on gay porn that you see men like these. When his face was just inches in front of mine, he said;
-Quebec! La ville du Froid. It may be the city of the cold, but it can get damn warm with another kind of heat.

I tried to put together an answer but I was speechless. I barely realized that my cigarette felled from my mouth and ended up between my feet. He asked me;
-So, do I but you a drink?
And I was barely able to push an hesitant “o....oui” form my numb mouth before we got back inside.

In the club, we were still surrendered by the same empty beings, but this time, it was different. I had someone with me, someone that triggered the envy of all the other girls and made their hotshot boyfriends jaleous.

There was such energy, coming from that guy’s gut. Whatever it was, it was like it grabbed me in mine, pulling it towards his body. He wanted me too. I knew it. I knew that he was undressing me with his eyes, I knew it and it was making me so wet. I wondered if he was hard if he wanted me and if he was just waiting for us to be alone together.

We finally kissed. He put his exquisite red lips on mine and I stopped thinking. They really tasted like blood. They were so red that I was not surprised. Besides, the taste of it was good, very good, and I just don’t have any words to describe the kiss. He had total control of my mouth and I left it to him. I abdicated him my body, left him toss and taste my tongue and my mouth with his. I gave him total control and he took it.

I was like unconscious while he played with my mouth, but I noticed one thing, and it was because it was more than good; the two little points he teased my lower lip with. The sharp canines I was about to discover and that he was smoothly rubbing against my lip. He was not bitting...yet....

The embrace came to an end and we separated, both with each other’s saliva upon our lips. Just as I thought I couldn’t possibly be more turned on, my arm brushed on his abs, just above the sweet ginitals I craved to see and a shiver ran on my body, from toe to head. I wanted to rub lower, and he wanted me to, I knew it, when he looked deep in my eyes with his kinky, yet incredibly creepy eyes.

A bead of saliva still sparkling on his lower lip, he asked me, with a seductive foreign accent I only noticed then;

-I’m staying in Quebec city for a while and I have a room at the Chateau Frontenac. Want to come with me?
-Oh, yeah! I said, without loosing a second. I was much less inhibited. Wow! I bagged me one helleuva guy! He’s so damn hot, plus he must be rich, since he stays at the Frontenac.

Minutes after we left the bar, the many churches of old fortified ville de Quebec rang midnight and the handsome stranger disappeared just like he appeared, taking me with him.

To be continued...