Lust Is A Breeding Ground

The frat and sorority houses here in this city were large historical buildings, most likely used as homes of the rich and infamous back in the day of New Orleans's inception. Now they were in disrepair with various graffiti on them and lawns filled with beer cans and red solo cups. Some of the trees on various lawns had evidence of a recent t-ping. From the room of one of these ancient buildings crouched an outline of a creature similar to a gargoyle. Large wings were folded behind him and darkness shrouding his identity. But there was no mistaking the presence of the Demon Lord of Lust. In this new world, this was his favorite new haunt. Young adults, ripe our of their teenage rebellion, were so easy to whisper indecent thoughts to. It was amazing just how easy they were to manipulate sober and drunk. With enough influence, even the most popular guy would make out with the ugliest in the closet just off the kitchen. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he listened to just such an incident. He was pretty sure when they woke up in the morning and realized what they'd done, only one of them would be sick. 

Across the street, at the Sorority house, it wasn't much better. He only need to push his influence a little and it was like a brothel over there. He had to admit, women of this new world would have certainly been the cause of many wars. They had the perfect bodies and weren't afraid to get what they wanted, any way they wanted. Human women of the past were so used to being playthings of man that they had no backbone. He liked these feisty girls. He was sure Lilith would be proud of them. 

He stood, his outline dark in front of the full moon but there was no mistaking the god like beauty that radiated from him. Even the black wings against his back weren't enough to turn anyone away. He looked very much the part of an avenging angel or a God of Darkness. With a shrug of his shoulders, his wings reverted to their tattoo form and he jumped silently from the roof, landing as silently and graceful as a cat on the lawn where he quickly fell into place with the college kids who easily accepted his presence among them. He wore only a pair of jeans that hung low on his hips and even managed to find a ball cap he'd turned backwards. He swiped a solo cup from the table on the porch and proceeded to scoop out his next victims. The hot basketball all-star and the nerdy girl had been a treat but he wanted something more intense. He wanted to be part of his next victim. 

He crossed the street to the sorority house and certainly wasn't without choice. His presence alone grabbed their attention, drawing them to him. But none of them truly caught his attention for the night. Like a lion, he needed to pick the weakest from the herd; the weakest being the one with the least resistance to his influence. He made his way around back towards the pool where a DJ was slamming out the latest hits at the far end of the pool and an intense battle of  Marco polo was going on in the pool with a lot more touching than what was supposed to be done in a game of Marco polo. And that's where he spotted her. She was lying out on a beach chair, one leg propped up while the other stretched out to the end of her chair. She wore nothing but a bikini and her long blond hair was pulled to the side in a loose ponytail. She had a solo cup pressed to her lips but she was too busy laughing at the occupants of the pool to take a drink. He pushed his influence towards her and was rewarded with a look towards him and he could see the color rise in her cheeks. 

He grinned. Bingo. He made his way towards her and wasn't disappointed to see her give a shy smile and look away from him, easily playing hard to get. He helped himself to the end of her chair which she quickly made room for him but her feet still touched his thigh. He barely needed to influence her desires. They were already present. This would be too easy. He decided to start with the most abrupt route. He was tired of  "word foreplay". "What to get out of here?" he asked her, flashing her a dashing smile.

He almost chuckled when her jaw dropped and the color in her cheeks rose to a bright rose red. The shock of his abruptness was plain on her face but he could see the excitement in her eyes. She kept to her game. "Pretty brave, aren't we?" she teased him, finally taking a drink from her cup before setting it down on the cement beside her. Second clue she'd already decided to go with him. "Do you start this way with all the girls you meet? It's pretty late in the night and you're coming to me now which means you've been turned down already."

Perhaps on the empty headed college male, this was true but in truth, he just hadn't inserted himself into his game all night. But she didn't need to know the details. "Or perhaps I turned them down because I couldn't find anyone worthy of me."

The blush remained and she gave another smile. She sat up in her chair. "You're either extremely stupid or really desperate."

He leaned in towards her and he heard her take in a deep breath but she didn't move away. Clue three she'd already made up her mind. "And yet, you haven't said no." he told her, reaching out a hand and placing it on her lower leg. She sucked in her breath and she quickly stood from her chair, grabbing his hand and pulling him after her. It was too easy.