Invisible Hands

Shutting her eyes she wished for an earthquake, a random bolt of lightning, she was desperate enough that she would take doomsday right now. Anything to stop what was happening. The jazzy melody rang in her ears, the musky scent of arousal filling the air as the moans and whimpers filled the room. Harper clenched her fists beneath Kiev's large hands, wishing she could cover her ears from the sounds of pleasure.

"Open your eyes." his command was clear, his tone holding authority that even she was tempted to obey. Almost.

When she didn't open her eyes right away he sighed, the warm breath fanning the back of her neck. If she weren't so mortified by the fact that two women were literally rubbing on each other courtesy of Kiev she would have laughed at his exasperated tone. When he spoke the same command in her ear she shivered, his voice low and deep. Shaking her head no she felt her skin grow warm as the bands came to life, doing their job as she refused him a third time. Shivering again she knew what was to come, molten lava, no air and a slow pain that made her wish death would come. She tensed as the bands wrapped around her neck, snaking along her cheeks, the warm trail left behind their wake had her body trembling yet she didn't make a sound of protest. The warmth slid across her closed lids, the heat intensifying. Harper clenched her fists awaiting the pain when Kiev's voice sounded by her ear again.

What had he excepted for her to sit and watch two women get it on for his sick enjoyment while he spoons her from behind?

"Enough." he called out harshly

The single word echoed around the room, it was more of a bark that vibrated from his chest, shaking her to her core with the venom in his tone. Abruptly the music switched off as the women came to a halt. Hesitant to look in fear that the women were still in their scissored position Harper peeked through one eye, relieved to see both women were on their feet. Although their eyes were hazy with lust, their heads hung low, hands clasped before them like two children preparing for a scolding. Harper was positive when he shouted it wasn't at the two strippers who had obviously pleased him judging by the erèction digging into her lower back.

"Was the show not to your appeal sir?" the redhead asked. Gone was the sultry smile and flirtiousness, instead she glanced up through her lashes fearfully. Harper pitied them, how horrible must it be for them to be commanded by these monsters everyday?

The blonde lifted her head, her round doe eyes filled with fear "Would you like us to do something eles sir? Perhaps you would like some attention-"

"No." Kiev boomed

Harper cringed, his voice ringing in her ears. Both women jumped out of their skin, a yelp escaped from the blonde who looked as if she'd pass out any moment. Hell even Harper was startled by the venom in his tone. His hands closed over hers, the iron grip he had on her balled fists caused her to wince as he crushed her fingers. She tried squirming away well aware that she and tried and failed every other time she had tried. Her attempt was in vain she knew it, his muscular thighs were at her sides keeping her between them, chest pressed to her back, large hands gripping her own.

"Please let us try to please you sir." the redhead spoke in a shaky voice

Momentarily forgetting the need to escape his death grip, Harper turned her attention back to the strippers. The fear and worry in their gazes reminded her of Olivia's that night she found her, tears glistening in their eyes, hands trembling at their sides. Sympathizing with them Harper felt her fight leave her, they were no more than twenty maybe twenty one and it wasn't right that they should spend their lives like this. Providing pleasure for supernatural creatures.

"I said no!" Kiev spoke from behind her

His voice shook the room, the bulbs above shook from the extension they hung from, the glasses on the table clattered together as the bottle of alcohol wobbled dangerously close to the edge. Being right in the line of fire Harper felt her eardrums shatter. Before she could wonder what damage had been done to her hearing she heard a whimper, this time it wasn't from pleasure. The blonde -now trembling like an autumn leaf- had a hand slapped across her mouth, tears running freely down her cheeks, one streak after another.

"Can you not understand a fücking command?" Kiev bit off

The redhead flinched, her eyes darting to the curtain in longing before colliding with Harper's. Her heart broke for the redhead who lowered her head in shame. It was obvious by their reactions they went through this often, being treated like dirt and it angered Harper. It didn't matter that they were here on their own free will, it didn't give Kiev or any other creature a right to treat them like they were dirt by their unholy feet!

Twisting around from the waist Harper slammed her back against his chest gaining his attention, the darkness in his coal like eyes not frightening her in the least. Not when her own gaze burned the same if not more.

"Stop speaking to them like they're animals." she spoke with firmness

His eyes narrowed, his upper lip curving above his teeth "Keep out of this huntress."

Long fingers enclosed over her wrists, the bands' heat tingling beneath the surface, sensing the vague command given to her. Despite feeling the heat spreading across her skin Harper pushed against his chest noting it did nothing to his solid chest.

"Who are you to speak to them like that?" she asked and pushed him again "They are here to do a job and if you don't like it go jack off somewhere else." she finished with one last backwards push

Harper didn't know what to expect after saying what she had. In her mind she thought Kiev would flip and push her off his lap, give a ridiculous command and watch her suffer as she refused. Perhaps the demon was the violent type and would hit her. The possibilities were endless and unknown for certain but what she hadn't anticipated was for the redhead to start apologizing, her voice cracking as she looked between Kiev and Harper.

"....our deepest apologizes, sir. We understand you were not enjoying yourself. On behalf of my partner and I we offer any service for you now."

"Don't offer him anything." Harper interrupted the stripper's weak ramblings rudely

Tilting her chin up she sent Kiev a dark glare "God gave you hands, use them." she said gesturing to his manhood

"Oh my-" One of the girls gasped

The sharp intake of breath was audible in the room that had grown tense in the last few seconds. Harper wanted to turn around and see which one of the strippers had gasped, the teary blonde who was probably quaking where she stood, or the redhead who had transformed from a fierce woman to a cowering chicken in seconds. Curiosity would have to wait, she thought as she held Kiev's heated gaze.

She didn't have to wonder how he felt about her outburst, the anger rolled off of him in waves. His features darkened, twisting from handsome and charming to frightening and sinister. The change was a reminder that he wasn't a handsome man but a demon with a very good looking shell. A dangerous being, a small voice added. Staring deep into the bottomless abyss that were his eyes Harper wished she hadn't turned to face him, not when she had look at those cold orbs that spoke of the danger beneath the surface. It was too late though and she was going to remain firm about her decision.

"You're testing my restraint, huntress." he said, his voice rough

Pursing her lips she resisted the urge to roll her eyes "I didn't realize a monster like you had any."

"Would you care to see me with no restraint." he asked. Without awaiting her response he gripped her by the waist and twisted so she was beneath him, his strong thighs on either side of her body trapping her beneath him.

Slipping his hands up the length of her body, long fingers caressing her smooth skin as they ran up her body. Harper squirmed, a liquid heat pooling between her thighs as he pressed his pelvis to hers, his face a hair away from hers. His warm breath fanned her face, she could smell the fresh scent of his cologne and a sweet smell she couldn't quite put her finger on. Swallowing past the lump in her throat she wondered why she had opened her mouth in the first place.

Kiev ran the tip of nose across her jaw, his lips grazing her flushed skin "If it weren't for my restrain you'd be up there with them."

Chest heaving with her uneven breathing Harper twisted her head out of his reach, furious when her body perked at his touch. "I would much rather slit my own throat." she hissed darkly

Harper shivered feeling a sudden moistness run across her throat, peeking down she nearly groaned at the sight of his pink tongue trailing a long, wet path down to the valley of her breásts. He was watching her, drinking in her lust filled expression as she struggled to break the stare and failed.

"Such a pretty throat." he said hoarsely. With his eyes still holding hers he placed a wet kiss on each breást "Why waste such emotions on rebellion?" he asked mockingly

"I'd rather die rebelling than moaning like one of your whores."

The corners of his mouth curved, the smile reaching his eyes "Wouldnt it be a great way to go?"

His teeth glimmered like diamonds beneath the dim lighting, nothing beautiful about his smile. Harper felt a sense of uneasiness set in the pit of her stomach when a pair of cool hands griped her wrists, the same cool grip fitting around her ankles as well. Startled, she twisted to see who's icy touch it was when her eyes fell on nothing. Puzzled and frightened Harper looked down to her feet and saw no one, trying to look to Kiev for an answer she saw he had released her. Frantic she glanced up at her arms above her, attempting in vain to move them but the invisible hands kept in place.

Grinning down at her Kiev unbuckled his belt, sliding his slacks off he never tore his gaze from hers as he kicked them aside. She squirmed as his hand stroked her through the panties, his touch heavy on her sensitive cúnt "I will show you no restrain Harper, and when I'm done you'll wish you hadn't opened your pretty little mouth."

Something deep beneath the surface of her act shuddered at the threat. Pushing the soft fabric aside he grabbed his cöck in hand, stroking the ereçt member as he placed his legs on either side of her once more. Heart in her throat she felt his tip at her wet entrance and with one quick thrust he pushed his entire length into her wet folds. No teasing or waiting for her to adjust to his girth. Head lifting off the booth Harper screamed, her throat clogged with tears as he pulled out and with as much sensitivity as the first time and plunged back in. Squeezing her lids shut to keep the tears from falling as he continued his strokes without a care of how she felt, or how it hurt her body.

Sure she was wet enough for him to slip in, as odd as it was she had grown strangely aroused when he grew angry, the darkness that transformed him perked her interest yet he had no right to plow into her like a well bought whôre! Twisting her hips away from his punishing thrusts Harper was startled to find a hand skitter down her waist, fingers caressing her hip bone as it held her in place. Turning to Kiev for answers she was shocked to find their gazes collide, he had been watching her. Had he seen the agony in her face when he pushed his way into her? Searching his hooded expression for answers she felt the invisible hands around her wrists release her, the chilly touch of their fingers trailing across her breásts. Shuddering from the chill of their touch Harper felt one curious hand dip beyond the barrier of the bra and cup her heavy bound.

Stifling a moan she glanced down as the straps holding her heavy mounds dropped, leaving her bare for all to see. Invisible hands kneaded each breást, rubbing and pinching the dusty tip with such a gentleness she momentarily forgot Kiev's ruthless pounding below. Rolling her head to the side she felt a blush coat her skin, the tension in her lower belly growing upon itself. Already? She thought with panic. Her walls tightened around Kiev's shaft, making it more difficult for him to move but it hadn't slowed his thrusts but rather intensified them. His large hands grabbed her bottom, his fingers harsh as they pulled her body closer for a tighter fit. And tight it was. Harper felt the hands on her breásts grow softer, their touch tender as if to soothe her for the pain below yet nothing could distract her when she felt her release come rushing forward.

With a soft mewl she arched her hips, tears prickling her vision as her orgaśm slammed into her like a tsunami. She tensed as her inner walls gripped Kiev's steel rod in a death grip of its own, holding him in place as she came long and hard. Her body pulled in two different directions as the hands stroked her continuously, their touch adding to the fire that burned with a passion within her. Rising the ambers into a blazing fire that coursed through her veins, alongside her blood.

Cursing above her Kiev halted as she convulsed around him, milking him for a release.

Hips jerking upwards Harper released a soft sigh, brow beading with sweat as she felt the embers of pleasure dwindle down to a simmering flame. Her walls throbbed, loosening its grip around him and giving him enough space to move once more.

Down from the high Harper felt him sliding out, expecting him to pull out now that he received what he wanted -her withering and breaking apart because of him. The demon surprised her when he plunged back in, burying himself to the hilt, his heavy sacs hitting her as he thrusted. It had hurt when he entered earlier, her core unable to adjust before his next thrust, now she was fit properly around his steel rod, her walls still trembling from the slowly simmering orgaśm. His solid length slid easily in and out, the sound of her wetness filling the room along with the small moans that passed her lips. She couldn't stifle the sounds as teeny slipped out, they were so foreign to her as was this experience.

Invisible hands grazed over her taunt nîpples, rolling the beaded tips, the chilly touch feeling wonderful against her flashed skin. Harper swallowed past the lump in her throat, the second pair of hands had finally released her ankles and had hooked one leg over Kiev's hip, allowing him to plunge deeper within her dripping core. The hands caressed the inside of her thighs, rubbing small circles that loosened the taunt muscles. Despite her determination to remain cold her body relaxed to the soft touch, enjoying the way the expert hands rubbed along her body, giving attention to every part of her heated body. The contrast of cold against hot had her squeezing her sore thighs trapping Kiev in a death grip that seemed to encourage the incubi to plunge deeper, harder.

"Holy fücking hell..." she whimpered

Her hips jerked up, meeting his thrust with matching force. She screamed, a high pitched sound of pleasure when his tip pushed further than any cöck has gone. In that moment she felt like a virgin again, the momentary pain had subsided leaving a warm euphoria that tingled from her head down to her baby toe. The pleasure was so great she rocked her hips again, loving the feel of him buried deep inside her forgetting how it all began. Running her tongue across her bottom lip she met his thrust again, her need to feel him slid in deeper too great for her to ignore. Pushing the nagging voice that told her to cease to the back of her mind, Harper wrapped her other leg around his hips and ticked her dripping core to the rhythm he set.

Tossing her head back she felt one of the hands by her hips slide down to where their bodies were joined, rubbing the swollen bud of her püssy, the other hand caressing her belly. The sensations engulfing her body felt like a warm, silky coverlet that tightened with every thrust, caress and pinch of her nîpples. The hands at her breásts hadn't halted, pinching, squeezing the heavy mounds. The gentle touch of the invisible hands combined with Kiev's ruthless strokes were deadly, soft and hard all at once. She fought between begging for more and screaming for him to stop. Her body and mind split and she knew very well she couldn't stop even if she had wanted to. Kiev had brought her body to the edge of a cliff she had never been to, it was a dark place she didn't understand and didn't care if she could. It felt amazing and that was all that mattered. With that in mind Harper lifted her head, eyes falling on the joining of their bodies, the sight of his girth pushing in and out was like art -panty melting art.

Digging her heels into his buttocks Harper met his gaze, eyes dropping down to his pink lips with longing. Reading her mind he leaned down, slanting his mouth over hers. Lips parting she opened for his seeking tongue, allowing him to dominant her in the kiss. Nothing about his mouth was soft or tender, his lips bruised hers as they massaged her open, tongue thrusting in to the rhythm of his hips.

Forced to pull away for breath she rested her head on his clothed shoulder, her pants filling the air between them. Every cell in her body was on edge, too many pleasant sensations running rogue through her. Moaning, Harper buried her face in the crook of his neck. The fresh scent of Kiev invaded her senses, the mix of his strong cologne and something musky and manly that she was sure was his natural scent. Temptation seemed too great for her to resist, inhaling his scent she swiped her tongue across his collarbone to see if he tasted as good as he smelled.

"Fück." Kiev bit off harshly when her one lick turned into another

Harper smiled, finding his thrusts slowing as she nibbled and licked his neck like he was her favorite brand of ice cream. His fingers bit into her asś, a low rumble sounding low in his chest. The guttural sound shook something within her, the animal like sound a turn on for her on edge body. Abandoning all coherent thoughts and reasons why she shouldn't be doing this Harper threw her arms around his neck, burying them in the soft curls of his hair and kissed along the column of his throat, getting a small high with every sound that vibrated from his chest.

It was all too much, the sound of skin slapping together, the large girth sliding in and out of her sensitive walls, sounds of pleasure passing between them, invisible hands rubbing her bud, tweaking her nîpples, Kiev's hands slapping her asś. It was too much for her to take. Whimpering in between kisses she felt the tension in her lower regions tighten in a knot, her walls fitting around his rod like a glove before her world plunged into a sweet darkness. Muffling her scream of pleasure against his throat, Harper dug her nails into his scalp, body withering as she shattered into a million pieces again.

This orgaśm was different form the first, this one felt like it reached beneath her body, a place far from her own reach. It shattered all barriers, all arguments against this union and wormed down to her most vulnerable area where she was just a woman seeking fulfillment.

She rotated her hips, feeling the muscles tense as his hips jerked signaling he had reached his own euphoria. Harper thought she couldn't feel anything greater than what she felt right then, having her body floating in a sea of pleasure as he soaked his semen inside her quivering walls. Biting his skin in the midst of her passion she felt his hot semen sliding out of her weeping entrance, down across the invisible hand caressing her inner thigh and down her legs. Even with her overflowing with his hot cüm as well as her own her greedy püssy squeezed his cöck, milking more of him for more and Kiev didn't disappoint.

Pulling her mouth away from his neck she moaned loudly, satisfied as her body floated slowly down from her high "Yess.." she gasped as he pumped the last of his cum into her

With a rough grunt Kiev pulled out much to her disappointment, she winced at the tenderness between her thighs but didn't protest when he set her down on the vinyl booth that was dripping with their cum. The invisible hands caressed her aching thighs, their touch on her tender cunt extracting a soft moan. She smiled as the cool hands fingered the cum that oozed out of her entrance, the coolness feeling wonderful.

Twisting her head to the side she sighed, no longer caring where those hands had come from. Not when they felt so good. Smiling to herself, Harper felt her body hum in response to their touch when she spotted movement in the corner of her eye. Quickly twisting around Harper tensed when her startled gaze fell on the two strippers, their cheeks a dark crimson, mouths parted, and their eyes glazed over with arousal.

Scrambling up to a sitting position she set the thin fabric of the panties back in place, ignoring the cream oozing past the barrier of the panties as she twisted around to face Kiev. Shocked, embarrassed, loathing, all emotions pulsing through her as she glared darkly at the bastard. He offered her a smirk that indicated their guests hadn't slipped from his mind while he was inside her. Clenching her fists to keep from lunging forward and punching him in his smug face. Looking back at the strippers over her shoulder, the blonde had averted her eyes to the booth behind Harper but the color staining her cheeks spoke the words she didn't. Whilst the redhead gawked openly at the semen traveling down Harper's legs, her lips parted, eyes like saucers as she followed the semen.

Heat creeped across her face as she recalled how she had spread her legs willingly at the end, enjoying Kiev's thrusts and wanting more. Both women had stood their as she moaned, screamed, ground her hips to his. They had watched her forget who he was, who she was and give in to her body's desires. She had given herself to him. At first she didn't want his touch but like pervious times Kiev has touched her her will crumbled. Mortified by her actions Harper went with her first instinct, the same instinct that helped her survive this long; she ran. Kiev was still slipping his slacks on when she had bolted forward, yanking the heavy velvet curtains aside and stumbling out into the poorly lit hallway desprate to get away.

Recalling how Kiev had ushered her to the secluded rooms she ran as fast as her legs could carry her down the long hallway. She didn't care to look over her shoulder, if he followed her -when he followed her she'd deal with it then. For the moment she had to flee. Bursting into the main room she took in her surroundings, searching the large room filled with supernatural beings for the exit. Moans and music mixed together creating a distraction Harper ignored as best as one could ignore a incubi ramming into a petite blonde in the center of the floor. Others watched with a stripper or two down on their knees with a mouth full of cöck or with her legs spread wide and filled to the hilt. Bile rose in her throat at the orgy sight, her stomach churned in disgust, the musky scent of arousal thick in the air. The sight was repulsive, yet it dawned on her she was doing the same in the back. Like the strippers she had spread her legs and welcomed Kiev like a freshly taken virgin.

She had to leave. Jogging across the room with her head low, the tips of her ears reddening with every moan, whimper and plea for more that reached her ears. No one seemed to pay any mind to her as she ran past the orgy with her eyes downcast. When she reached the end of the room she spotted the metal door they entered from earlier. Relieved to have found an exit she pushed forward, reaching the door she turned to peek over her shoulder expecting to find Kiev standing behind her with a smirk, scowl. To her surprise he wasn't, nothing stood in her way. That's odd, she thought when she pushed the door open. Stepping out into the chilly night Harper scanned her surroundings half expecting Kiev to haul her back in but as she reached the corner of the block she wondered if he was going to follow her.

Why would he? He's an incubi who just humiliated her in front of strippers by fücking her brains out, not her boyfriend who would care that her pride had taken a thorough beating or that her self respect was quickly dwindling with every second she spent replaying her encounter with Kiev. Shaking her head in hopes to clear the thoughts that fogged her good sense, she glanced down at her bare feet with a groan. Only then did she realize she was in skimpy, silky lingerie with no shoes. Chicago was relatively an okay city but she was partly naked and it was dark now, a perfect equation to be harassed by perverts or arrested by the police for her lack of clothing.

"Just great." she mumbled to herself and started to cross the street when a car screeched from the other side of the street

Jumping out of its direct path Harper placed a hand across her rapid beating heart when the car halted in front of her. Expecting it was some ásshôle looking to pick up a hooker early tonight she started to back away when a familiar dark head poked out of the drivers' side "Get in." he ordered

Recognizing the reckless driver as none other than Kiev she flipped him the bird "Fück off!" she hissed and turned in the other direction.

The bands hissed excitedly, their heat tingling across her skin when she ignored his second command. Determined to show him she was no ones play thing Harper walked along the pavement, goosebumps covering every inch of her skin, feet icy from the cold concrete beneath her feet. Pulling her shoulders back, tilting her chin up she sauntered forward ignoring the sizzling of her skin as the bands started to do their job. The dark heat slid from her soles of her feet, traveling like a python it crawled up along her legs, across her hip and squeezed. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip Harper refused to make a sound of pain and the task proved to be harder than she thought. The heat doubled, the warm tingle turning into a scorching burn across her skin that stole her breath away. Her legs wobbled beneath her as the bands inched further up her body, slithering across her torso and over her heaving chest. Unsure if her legs would hold her up she reached out for something to lean on, just until she could stand again and breath properly. Her head spun, vision blurring as the silk wrapped around her chest preventing her lungs from doing their job.

Feeling around the cold brick walls her fingers brushed something warm beside her, instinctively her fingers curled around it desprate for stability when she felt a different kind of heat snake around her waist. "Stupid girl."

Recognizing the deep timbre as none other than the demon she was running from. Slapping his hands away with what little energy she had left she hadn't expected him to swoop an arm behind her knees. With a yelp Harper threw her arms around his broad shoulders to keep from falling as she was pulled into a strong pair of arms.

"Will you ever learn?" he asked when she whimpered as the bands released their grip on her body.

It took a few long moments but when the heat had fully subsided the pressure around her lungs dissolved back into her skin as well. A sigh of relief passed her lips when she sucked in a deep breath without difficulties. Those bands could be a real bítch, she thought when her legs were freed from their grip. Blinking away the last of the fog, Harper looked up at Kiev who stared ahead as he carried her to the car, he paused by the passenger side and looked down at her.

"Are you going to get in now?"

She shook her head "I'd rather walk the streets dressed like a hooker than get in."

One corner of his mouth lifted in a crooked grin "That's what I thought." With out so much as of a warning he threw her in the car like she was a bag of potatoes and proceeded to his side without a single concern if he had hurt her.

Face planting onto the seat Harper was anything but okay, she was fuming mad! Twisting around in the seat she scrambled to sit up properly before he could pull away from the curb. As fate would have it luck wasn't on her side. Kiev had slipped in his side of as she was able to get her face out of the leather seat and before she could turn to face the already locked door he was speeding out onto the street dashing away any hope she had of exiting the car. He was almost down the block when Harper finally adjusted on the seat.

Crossing her arms over her chest she huffed loudly "You're a díck, you know that." she pouted

He snorted at her childish reaction but what did he expect after treating her like a caveman? Did he want her to thank him for tossing her into his car after humiliating her the way he did back at the club? Hell would freeze over first.

"Put your seatbelt on." he ordered at a red light

In response she turned her back to him, determined to make this ride as difficult as possible. A small thanks for everything he's done to her this far. The car started forward, Harper smiled when the bands didn't come to life knowing Kiev had something to do with their absence. Her smile faded as cool fingers skidded over her waist and shoulder, the seatbelt lifted out of its place and over her body, with a click it was on. Whipping around to face Kiev, Harper wasn't surprised to see he was laughing at her shocked expression.

"So they are yours." she mumbled. One hand lingered by her hip bone, grazing the back her bare skin with the back of its chilly hand. She shivered at the touch, her body recalling the tender caresses from earlier.

"Congratulations, you've figured out a very obvious fact." he snorted sarcastically

Glaring at his smug expression she turned back to the window, watching the blur of lights as they sped down the street. Far from that awful place thankfully. "Why don't you just puff me back home?" she huffed

"I can't with your kind." he answered

Arching a brow, Harper turned to face him curious to know what made her different "My kind?"

He nodded "Being a huntress you are an unstable variable when I'm puffing." he sneered at the last word, using her term for his teleportation "Your energy would counter mine so we'd end up anywhere unless.." he paused. Mouth curving into a devilish grin, turning in her direction he flashed his pearly teeth "It would only work if you'd trust me enough to give me control over your body."

"Driving is fine to me." she quickly answered

His dark eyes raked over her, his grin widening when his eyes rested on her legs. The gleam in the bottomless orbs awakening something deep within her. Subconsciously squeezing her thighs she soon regretted the action when her muscles protested, the dull aching only a sample of what was to come later on. Dropping her hands on top of her thighs she rubbed the tender muscles to lessen the stiff ache when she spotted the dry streaks of semen on her skin. Grinding her teeth to relieve some of her anger Harper wiped furiously at the pasty streaks, heat flushing her face as the scene replayed in her head. Even the thought of what they did had her blushing like a freshly fücked virgin and she hated it. Hated how she moistened below, loathed how her body perked at the remix re if his hands on her -invisible or not.

"Do you not like what I left behind?" he mocked

Ignoring his comment she continued to scrub off his semen from her ankles, lost in her own thoughts. Thoughts that pulled her in two directions, one where she knew she shouldn't have dried incubi cum on her legs no another part that warmed at the memory of his large member releasing his load in her. She knew the second voice was the slutty part of her that was craving a man's touch yet she couldn't help but notice how her body perked by the mere mention of Kiev's member.

"Warm water works best."

Huffing out in frustration she glared at the side of his head "I don't need your help."

"Because you were doing a great job on your own."

Fisting her hands at the side of the seats Harper sucked in a lung full of air to come herself. Placing her hands on her lap she decided to clean up when she was back at the safety -and Kiev free zone- of her apartment. For now she was stuck with him unless- she looked down at the door handle and saw it was unlocked. A plan quickly formed in her head. They weren't driving as quickly anymore since he had rentered safer neighborhoods, with actual people around making his game more difficult on his part. Harper waited till he made a left turn to unbuckle her seat belt, fingers already on the handle. Seizing the opportunity when he checked the rear view mirror. She had to stifle a laugh at how perfect this was.

With a quick pull she had the door open, the rush of the wind poured into the vehicle but the wind didn't bother her -she grew up in the Windy City after all. Tilting towards the door she tucked her legs in,hands covering her face, preparing for the impact of the harsh concrete against her semi nude body but it never came. A pair of cool hands wrapped around her shoulders tugging her falling form back into the warmth of the car. Struggling against their grasp Harper felt another pair rest across the small of her back, pushing her back into her seat as the car door shut with a loud thud. Settling her back in place the invisible hands held her down at each side as the seatbelt floated across her chest and with a click was once agin trapping her in place.

"Nice try but did you forget who you are dealing with?" he chuckled at her foolish attempt

Thrashing against the hands caressing her bare arms and legs in vain she replied bitterly, "Actually I have no idea who I'm dealing with, care to enlighten me?"

He flashed his pearly teeth, the glint in his soulless eyes shimmering in the dark car and successfully frightened Harper. "You'll find out soon enough, huntress."

Gulping past the lump lodged in her throat, Harper tried to ignore the uneasiness she felt by his words. Her instincts told her she wouldn't like the truth and to stop asking questions, something was seriously off about Kiev. Something very strange that made him different then the other demons she has encountered through her short years of being a huntress. She couldn't just stop searching for answers now because he wanted to keep the suspense of his identity a secret, for all she knew he was a low class demon on the run from his own people. A low class demon didn't have the ability to conjure invisible hands that have the strength to keep her in her seat and the skill to cause moisture to form between her legs -both of which were currently happening.

Harper cursed when one hand slid across the wet spot of her panties, drawn to her wetness like a magnet. One thing was for certain she hated Kiev and his freakishly talented invisible hands.