The Id

Cold water splashed over his face as his fingers rubbed his pores open, staring at himself in the mirror. Look at you. He thought to himself, as the water slid down the curls of his locks. Out there once again.

Out there once again. Playing the great game, the lonely game. The game of false faces and ugly first encounters. The game of eyes and lips. The game where everyone that has ever lived has played and very few ever succeed in making their dreams happy. Has it ever made Toppa happy?

Happiness was the fingers pressing down against the soft flesh of a girl's throat or the heat residual from the scalp of another's locks. It was the word 'daddy' spoken while she arched her back into him, the half moist eyes between tears of joy and mild anxiety keeping her mind on razor's edge as her repilian mind was stung by the daggers of his command.

Yes, happiness to him was in the moment, six seconds before his climax, and the afterglow where he either saw God's light reflecting back at him through the girl's eyes or the devil's laughter echoing in his skull. Then, Toppa was hurtled back into chaos.

It did not make him happy at any rate, but he certainly needed it.

Though slight of frame and average of height, slender of arm and innocuous of face, Tengen Toppa was the beast of Id and a demon of Kindling. There was no better way for him to stroke his ego and the soothe his worries than the thighs of willing participants who jumped at the chance. It was a merciless game, and cruel to most. But for the most part, he had seen much success.

Today, he originally thought, would just be another fling.

For the most part, he would play the role of innocuous playboy. He dressed himself as appropriate: simple blazer, clean white shirt, with a cheap cologne of ignorance, accessories of silver instead of gold to show subdued wealth. A politician's prudence in an otherwise very casual outfit.

But he had a feeling the girl was sharp. She was certainly sharp enough to identify what exactly men enjoyed about women, so much so that he had originally doubted his thoughts on swiping right on her profile. Her profile exuded confidence bordering on arrogance, but he knew by her appearance that she had no issue obtaining any type of man she wanted.

That was what he disliked, that he was not the one setting a trap, but being baited into one.

I'm here. He texted, two simple words on the phone that did not betray his gut. THrough his thick lensed glasses, his eyes would scan for the girl's twintails and gorgeous figure.

And there she was, from the entrance of the hotel with her twintails bound into silk ribbons, skin that was as flawless as her Kindling suggested, without a single speck or flaw that was so commonly photoshopped in and out of the images in them these days. Green eyes, instead of red, perhaps by nature of a mage.

But the first thing that he noticed was the legs, bound against soft calfskin leather, darkened to a midnight black to match the sheen of her hair, the pinch of flesh that dug lightly into the flesh of her thighs as the pleated skirt accentuated her hips, and the form fitting burgundy sweater pressed against her waist and humbly squeezed against an ample chest. His eyes scanned down to up, finally meeting her eyes as she walked towards him, a smile formed on his face, but on the inside a deepening throb pulsed against his blood.

"Nice blazer, Toppa was it?"

"That's me, thank you kindly." He replied, staring into that confident smirk on her face. His own eyes shamelessly wandering down her body. "You're stunning, by the way. But you look like you really need some de-stressing." Not that he could one hundred percent guarantee that, but they were here for a good time. He made a calculated guess as to why she was here. "Rich people tend to fuck lazy, but that's the price you pay for having powerful people," he chuckled, "come on, let's grab a drink first."

Toppa's arm slid against her waist, wrapping against the burgundy cotton before resting it at her ample hip, before beginning to walk towards the direction of the bar. The hotel's bar was a modest enough place, artificially clean with an atmosphere more befitting of a ballroom that a loin-pumping dance club with music so loud that one couldn't hear their partner. But it was secluded, for privacy, generally quiet, and most importantly, right next to the intended destination. That way after their second course of whatever cocktail they can skip past the verbal foreplay directly into the bedroom.

Preferring to stand so that he could be closer, Toppa waved the bartender over. "I'll have a gin espresso." He began, then looked towards his date for her drink. After their orders were down, they could really get into the juicy details of their lives. "So, who's the lucky man?" He presumed, as his piercing ruby eyes flicked into hers. Even though she was here to fuck and have fun, he could tell just based on the natural aura that she was playing some rich fool at the moment.

"Lili it is." Toppa replied, Lili with the long hair and green jewels for eyes.

"Did I offend?" Toppa replied, smiling without any judgment, as his eyes looked towards emerald pupils. "You seem... confident in your looks, capable, well versed, you look like you're able to wield your sexuality like a weapon." He gently pressed the gin and tonic glass to his lips, wetting his mouth with the refreshingly bitter drink before resuming. "I personally don't see that as a bad thing."

Mild surprise ran through his eyes as she immediately cut down his conversation. "Mm, I getcha." He replied, not willing to poke any further, quite honestly he didn't really care that much about whoever else she was fucking, tonight was what he was thinking about. "I'd much rather learn about you, do you do this often?"

Very nice. He thought to himself, as a smile returned to his lips as he cut his sip short momentarily, placing the glass against the table. "Generally for short periods of time, until I find someone I really like. The sex in the meantime though... that's a good bonus." Toppa chuckled, he doubted however that a full commitment was something either of them was looking for. But possession for a night, to be able to come together and let loose with no strings attached and no drama, that was like a rare jewel on its own. Toppa drew the spiked olives from his drink and ate one as he leaned into her.

"Try one," He commented, before taking the second, and last olive and putting it into his mouth, a smirk on his face. Deft fingers gently encircled around the belt loops of Lilith's pleated skirt, as he pulled her hips and pressed his own into her. His lips met against Liliths, parting her mouth as he transferred the gin infused olive into her mouth, his tongue sliding against hers in a wrapped unity, the taste of her Amaretto Sour sweet coating his tongue with sweet citrus, before pulling back gently, but barely parting from her face.

"How about we move to the lounge?" Where it would be quieter, less visible, but still in public.

Toppa breathed deep as their tongues entwined and shared fluids, taking in her scent and whatever perfume she had on. He was turned on, the delicate body of Lilith's pressed against his own, and he felt as her breasts pressed against him, an ample bosom, heft and begging to be squeezed, housed behind the delicate layers of a burgundy sweater. Slender fingers pressed and slid against his jacket, and it only led to Toppa's wonders as to her desires as they snaked against his throat.

A taste of what was to come, perhaps? A sweet looking girl with a desire to enforce her will. Toppa slowly pulled back and watched the girl lull the pitted fruit expertly between her tongue. She was teasing him and it was working as he felt blood rush downwards from just the exchange. "Sounds good." "Hmhm." He chuckled, as she began to lead him into a more comfortable spot, now they were getting somewhere.

Pearl leather seats, the gentle dim of the bar, a reclused position from which the public wouldn't immediately see any 'antics' they might have pulled off. It certainly was a thrilling setting, Toppa's eyes gleaned around their current situation, the crowd wasn't as packed, and for the most part... even if they did get caught, he doubted anyone would do anything except raise their concerns in secret. But he liked it, the thrill.

Toppa nestled himself comfortably in the plush leather seat, feeling his weight sink into the sofa as the martini heated and relaxed his muscles, taking a deep breath as his eyes feasted on the now ruby hues of Lilith's own pupils. "I like your ruby eyes, they're gorgeous." He commented, having finally a chance to stare at her full body from a comfortable distance. He rested a hand over the top of the sofa as he leaned in just slightly, as he deconstructed the thin layers of cloth that housed her most sensitive places with glinting, hungry eyes.

"I have a certain thing for girls who are intelligent and daring that enjoy pleasing others." He paused, referring back to the question she had asked before he took her mouth. Toppa's eyes briefly stared to the right, before matching back to Lilith's. "But really, it depends on the girl. Normal, no drama, sexually compatible, likes to please, I'll take them on a roller coaster of sensations." Though this might not have necessarily applied to Lilith, who, by all accounts, may have just as many, if not more partners than he did.

"Alright Toppa, since we both have quite a clear understanding of what's going to happen tonight. Let's cut to the good shit," Here we go. Toppa thought to himself, as a chuckle escaped his lips. "Tell me, How do you like to fuck?"

He slowly removed his glasses, pocketing them in his blazer. Without them, there was a clear intensity for Lilith that would have been understated otherwise. "Firstly..." He began, "I want to remove the stress that's currently building up inside your body. I'm going to slowly kiss and finger and stroke you until you're unable to hold it in so that we can get the pent up stuff out of the way." Toppa slowly encroached onto her space, again. His hand pressed against her inner knee as he did, and slowly stroked upwards deeper towards her thigh as he began to massage her inner thigh. "Then I want you to be my personal slut and please me, maybe try out a few toys, waste a few days ruining a hotel room. Send a few dirty pics while I'm working." Toppa smiled, "So, let me know your wants. I have a feeling we'll need some time to figure out our needs, but I'm happy to fuck around and find out."

There had been a moment in his mind where he had figured if there was going to be an issue with their sexual preferences later on. Toppa had promised that he wanted to reduce the stress of Lilith's based on her need, but he didn't know exactly what he had singed up for prior to the exasperated sigh coming from her lips. Ah. He thought, it was unfortunate, but there was no other way around this.

As Toppa listened, he understood, a little unhappy, but nevertheless he had been in enough to know that this was just an unfortunate circumstance. "Yeah." He replied, gently rubbing the back of his ear, a moment of true discomfort, but nonetheless he had to be honest in this regard. "I wish I could accomodate your request Lilith." He remarked, "Truly, but I've not a single bone in my body that would allow me to step into that role." Were that he could otherwise. She was smart, gorgeous, down-to-fuck and most likely wild, but in this regard... they were not compatible for now. He could not give what she needed at the moment.

Just let it slide, he thought. She'll have other suitors lining up for her affections. Having resigned this to a kindling misfire, Toppa had expected that they would most like part ways from here, but thankfully, it seemed that Lilith was able to salvage what may have been an otherwise untenable position. "So, with that being said, how would you feel about us finding a little kitten to share?"

Toppa's eyes glanced from Lilith's to the point of interest that she had been looking towards. Cream skirt, pink blouse, her makeup was gentle and not over-the-top. She was new here, meaning that whoever had asked her to come was most likely late and she was in a foreign environment. The best time to make someone welcome. And... she had already taken an interest in the other. "Wait here." Toppa smiled, towards Liltih, as he squeezed her thigh once again before getting up and walking over to the bar.

Whatever work he had found was instantly melted away in front of him, as he found the 'kitten' to more than suggestible to the idea for a night of ravaging fun. At the bar, Toppa leaned gently into her ear and whispered his proposal, to which, a quick and speedy affirmation was given, as he led her by hand over back towards Lilith. "Hi, I think we're all happy to oblige each other's tastes." Toppa introduced, gently taking her hadn to rest by Lilith's side, as he himself seated himself behind Lilith. "So, care to introduce yourself again, my dear?" Toppa spoke, as he seated himself behind Lilith, his eyes fixated on her as he gently enjoyed Lilith's sweet perfume.

Tonight was the last straw for the petite blonde. It really was.

She had taken leave of work early, dressed herself up in her 35,000 jewel Harberry blouse and applied the makeup that she had first met with him on that day two years ago. At work she was subject to the the creepy gaze of his boss yet again. All of this, she did for the hope that tonight was going to save their dead bedroom.

Rachel was young, with light cream skin and emerald green eyes. At 26, she felt like she was wasting her time with someone that didn't really commit as much to the relationship as she did. Every day, she received numerous requests for her number, and endless slew of creeps, sure... but also the occasionally drop dead amazing guy. And she had forsaken it all because of him. Tonight really was the last straw. She just needed to feel like she was wanted once again, was that too hard to ask?

Ten minutes later, she knew her answer. Ditched once again, her deadbeat boyfriend most likely having forgot that there was going to be a date night today, instead probably having gone home already and waiting for dinner to arrive. She just couldn't wait for that eventual call from him asking her where exactly she was. She wished she could muster the energy to be angry, but at this point, she was just tired.

At least... until she saw a glint in the corner of her eye. With gleaming ruby reds, a pair of them. Both dark of hair, both eastern in appearance. The girl was what caught her eye first, with her burgundy shirt and her skirt just out of view of the public, and then the boy... with polite features but aggressive eyes. Her eyes flitted back to the bar, briefly out of nervousness, but eventually stared back, meeting the girl's.

She was gorgeous.A small smile, just enough to say hello.

Soon enough, she was getting approached. The man was pretty enough, that was certain... tonight she decided she wouldn't do that usual, which was to engage in polite conversation and expertly shirk him away with a maintained excuse. Tonight she really needed some attention. A pulse quickened in her chest. What had she gotten into?

"I'm Rachel." She introduced. As she seated herself down, entrance by those ruby eyes. Lilith, she was called... so adequately named, she thought to herself. That perfect face, those amazing proportions... in comparison her bust was smaller, her frame tinier... "So were you waiting for someone? I hope we didn't interrupt anything important."

"Yeah but... well," Rachel grimaced, "He's... well..."

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Toppa quickly offered her the fruit cocktail that Lilith had wisely provided. "Here, best not to dwell on bad memories mm?" He replied. Toppa quickly glanced towards Lilith, Probably an ex. He psychically projected towards her, only he was no psychic, so it was transmitted in the manner of a mild wince. "Well Rachel," He began, "have you ever been in a submissive role before?"

Rachel paused, finishing her drink first. Her expression was one where she no longer cared if the words were too direct. She was horny and drunk and in need of guidance and mindless obedience and validation. "Yeah... just a bit, with an ex." She spoke, meekly, squeezing her knee anxiously.

That was all Toppa really needed. Truth be told, he had barely been able to contain himself, tonight's antics might have been a little complicated, but ultimately, things were back on track. "Alright then," He said, downing the rest of his drink. With Lilith having already finished her Amaretto Sour, there was only one thing he wanted to do. "To the bedroom."

[OOC: Dezz if you could do the post where they transition to the bedroom that'd be great.]

As the elevator raised itself, Toppa found himself lost in the blur of emotions amplified by the gin and tonic, the sight of Lilith taking Rachel by the mouth only helped intensify his lust. The paradoxical urge he felt was the need to feel in control of a situation whilst at the same time, loving that a girl took initiative, and boy did Lilith take initiative.

He had barely pressed the close button on the elevator that the three of them started getting into it. Toppa's feelings were a mixed bag, on one hand, he was lucky enough to fuck not one, but two gorgeous women tonight, on the other hand, he was so unbelievably turned on and Lilith was focusing on her for now. Aggravating! Like being able to look and smell and and spoon a delicious wad of the best cheesecake, but be unable to taste it for the moment. "Hey don't forget m--" He could vocalize, only for the briefest of moments before Lilith, in her mindreading powers or her lust, pulled him by the blazer into her lips.

Toppa hungrily met her fervor with his, knowing the ywere still full well in an elevator, he just pinned her against the wall, his hands springing to briefly grab wads of her hair as his mouth and tongue ran against hers. The ding of the elevator cut their bliss short, but it was enough to last until the bedroom. Toppa turned towards Rachel, giving her a reassuring smile as Lilith and her walked right to the bedroom door. Toppa casually followed behind, jingling the keys as the bedroom doors opened on sense.

The 'room' wasn't so much a regular hotel suite as it was a playroom. Not the ones designed for toddlers with slides, no... a modified hotel room with all the toys in the world that the three of them could play with. This was not a service advertised in the books of the hotel, but... well, Toppa was a regular, and this room was reserved for his use. While there were no iron maidens or racks that he could deliciously bind Rachel to, Toppa would happily settle for a a riding crop and cufflinks to a modified king sized bed.

THe room was a modern hotel with a view of the Magnolia cityscape, the lights were dimmed to a brown orange hue, theb ed was sprawled already with cushions. An ice bucket filled with several bottles of already prepped champagne were already there, andd a few select choice toys were already laid atop the bedside for use: clamps, beads, insertable objects, vibrating appartus, a few cuffs, a remote powered lacrima battery and so on.

Having not wasted any time, the three of them moved to the bedroom to begin their multiple day downward spiral into sin and hedonism. Toppa shook his head briefly, slowly beginning to approach Lilith as she began to kiss and touch and feel down Rachel. "You're being very selfish honey," he teased, as shifted closer to her, unstrapping his leather belt, the jingle of steel apparently as he slid it with ease into his hand. "Sit, Rachel." He whispered, a command, soft and loving, but firm, and backed by a deliciously painful punishment if she didn't obey immediately.

"Y-yes..." She replied, quickly slinking down to her knees, already partially doing so on the bed as she had been obediently guided by Lilith. Toppa moved over to her, sliding his lips against hers as his hand looped underneath her burgundy sweater. Pulling away, Toppa slowly lifted the thin sweater upwards, hopefully as Lilith raised her hands upwards, removing the item of clothing from her body as Toppa took a moment to glaze down her body. "You're so gorgeous hon." He whispered into her ear, before pulling back to look at Rachel, then back to Lilith.

"She's yours first then babe." Toppa smiled, before moving to help himself to a glass of whiskey.

They were going to be here until their bodies were burned out on each other, savor the moment, he reminded himself, as he pulled off his blazer whilst watching the two of the, then began to unbutton his shirt.