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Iarilan and Ophiel getting prettied up before a show?

I wrote this the other day and hated it but whoops gonna post it unedited anyways. One day, I’ll make a proper oneshot collection for these but till then…. enjoy whatever this is, I guess.

“Princess, you need to hold still.” Iarilan murmured as she laid one of Ophiel’s many, thick, luxurious golden curls in her hand. She oiled her other hand yet again, applying it in her hair to help with the sweat and keeping it smelling nice.

Ophiel rocked back and forth in her seat, making faces at herself in the mirror. Her puckered lips, which Iarilan had painted with a faint, pink shimmering gloss, fell back into its pursed line.

“Sorry!” Ophiel squeaked. “I’m just nervous. This is the first time I’m doing a show with you and- and- what if I mess up and trip? What if I make you trip?” Ophiel’s tawny wings fluffed up in distress, and she chewed on the inside of her cheek.

Iarilan tsked, dropping Ophiel’s hair and reaching for the blush on the vanity. “You’ll do fine, Ophiel. You dance wonderfully with Rhareth! This will be a little different, but it’s nothing you haven’t done before.” Iarilan started patting blush across Ophiel’s pale cheeks.

A little smile graced Iarilan’s plump limps. Ophiel was already so naturally red, and blushed so much, the makeup wasn’t really needed.

Iarilan put the blush away.

Ophiel fiddled with two pink ribbons attached to her sheer pink panties. “S- Still. What if I forget our routine?”

Iarilan shook her head. This time, she picked up a little tube of pink glitter. “We’ve been practicing for weeks now. I’m certain you’d be able to do your routine even with your eyes closed, princess!”

Ophiel blushed and giggled. “You’re certain?”

“Of course!” Iarilan dusted glitter across Ophiel’s cheeks. Under the smokey, heedy light, Ophiel truly sparkled like a fairytale princess.

Or at least, a very adult fairytale princess.

Iarilan set the glitter aside and offered her hands to Ophiel. “Let’s go, Pink Princess!” Iarilan flashed a grin of excitement.

Ophiel beamed right back, and took Iarilan’s hands, letting her help her too her feet. “O- Okay, Ice Queen! I think I’m ready!”

Linking their arms together, Iarilan guided Ophiel out of the back rooms, and onto the stage.

The club pounded with a baritone thump of music leaking out of the gaping maws of the phonographs. Thick smoke expanded in the air from grates on the floor- fire carefully maintained and burning beneath them.

Scones burning now with pink and blue fires cast a chilly, yet seductive glow on the hazy crowd clouded around the main stage.

Iarilan glanced down at Ophiel before they stepped out, her eyes crinkling with warmth. “Let’s have fun.”

Ophiel peeked up at Iarilan, and nodded herself. Despite Iarilan’s calming words, she could feel her heart pitter-pattering in her chest, and sweat was already pooling in the crevices of her skin, making her glisten.

Ophiel stepped in front of Iarilan, her heart lodged in her throat. Despite the nerves roiling inside her, her hands did not shake, and the length and steadiness of her stride remained even as she waltzed onto the stage with the beginning of her and Iarilan’s song.

Ophiel rolled her hips in time to the beat, jutting her hip toward the wealthy pride demons that stalked the front tables.

Ophiel kept her wings closed and pressed against her back. As much as they were already beginning to twitch and grow sore being folded up so tightly, she couldn’t open them. Not yet.

Ophiel’s ribbons nipped at her heels. Using her forward momentum, Ophiel twirled up onto her toes, flashing the front of her underwear at the crowd straight ahead.

Ophiel’s arm snapped out, she grabbed the pole with one hand, and finally opened her wings as the music swelled, pushing herself forward and around the pole.

The people in the front did not capture Ophiel’s attention. She could not bring herself to care about any of the whistles, any of the things murmured and called out to her. Instead, Ophiel gazed straight forward, meeting the eyes of the only other demon besides the one behind her, whose attention she cared about.

Rhareth, perched on one of the bar stools, sipping a glass of whiskey, shot Ophiel a hungry fanged grin. His eyes bore right into hers- shining like lost embers with heat and need.

Ophiel tore her eyes away as she continued swinging herself around the pool, right into Iarilan’s awaiting arms.

Iarilan had come out right behind her as the music had changed to a faster tempo. Unlike Ophiel, who had swung her hips around, and danced like a teasing fairy on the tips of her toes, Iarilan had come out with heavy steps, and her chest puffed out. Her heart-spiked tail flicked back and forth as she flexed her wings out under the light.

Iarilan’s tail grazed chins as she passed, while the light scattered across her tantalizing skin, begging to be touched and nipped at. Her disinterested eyes attracted the interest of demons who desired the conquering of those stronger than them, as if daring them to even try and catch her attention.

More whistles pierced the air, more calls, but this time the crowd of demons stayed still in their seats, fully aware of what would happen to them if they tried taking the stage again.

When Ophiel opened up her wings, Iarilan struck her own pose, and zeroed in on the closest pride demon with her eyes. She had dragged her forked tongue across her bottom lip, then gave the demon a little wink.

The pride demon- already burning hot with need- squirmed in his seat, and Iarilan chuckled under her breath. Her work was done.

Then, Ophiel swung into her arms.

The beat finally dropped as soon as Iarilan had Ophiel in her arms, and then their dance really begun.

Iarilan wrapped her arm tight around Ophiel’s hips, holding the little angel up, and Ophiel twisted her body around Iarilan’s. Ribbons flew in the air, and Ophiel’s skirt went up yet again as she climbed up the length of Iarilan’s body.

Iarilan grabbed the pole with two hands, and with the strength in her broad shoulders, pushed Ophiel up, near the top of the ceiling, where her wings opened yet again. This time, curving to fit Iarilan under a pure blue spotlight.

Iarilan grinned, flashing her teeth, and she mouthed along with the seductive lyrics of the song she chose as she shimmied her body, and curved herself around the pole.

Every step, every flick of the wrist, radiated an overbearing, chilling strength. It was a dare, a dare for anyone to try and break her, The Ice Queen, a dare for anyone to challenge her in whatever challenge that may be.

Iarilan wrapped her tail back around the pole, and pressed her back and ass directly into it. Creeping her own hands up her chest, she grinned.

As Ophiel came spiraling down the pole, the light melded into a smooth purple, and Iarilan ripped her bra off, tossing it to the side, while Ophiel’s wings came down around her torso, covering her from view.

A scuffle over her bra to the right had to be broken up by Fainohr, while the rest of the club cried out it’s disappointment. Calls and jeers shook the stage, and when they threatened to overtake the buildup of music rattling the club, Ophiel wings slipped from Iarilan’s torso. They spread out behind her instead as Ophiel struck her own pose, hips pressed up against the pole, her back in a perfect arch, displaying her flat stomach, and the thinness of her waist.

The jeers transformed into lewd compliments as Iarilan flashed herself, and as the last lyric from the music was sung, Iarilan reached out behind her, pulled Ophiel into her arms yet again, and Ophiel licked up the side of Iarilan’s full breast all the way up the curve of her neck.

Iarilan shivered, her skin prickling under Ophiel’s tongue, and a little moan lost to the desires of the crowd slipped out of her mouth as Ophiel kissed her full on the lips.

As Ophiel drew back, the lights shut out, and the music faded into obscurity.

Appreciative whistles yet again pierced the air, and hiking Ophiel’s legs around her hips, Iarilan carried her back into the back room.

“See, princess?” Iarilan panted, her eyes blown. “I told you you would do well.”

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