Valkyrie's Last Warrior

Chapter 18

By the time they arrived at Verge, it was a little after 9:00 PM. In club time, that was early. Unlike the last time she had arrived at the establishment, she was escorted by one of the owners through the back door, avoiding all the front entrance shenanigans. There were plenty of people already there, drinking, dancing, and generally having a great time.

As soon as Agust and Valkyrie walked through the doors marked, "Restricted Area. For authorized personnel only," a young man in a sharp suit came to greet them and escorted them to an elevated booth overlooking the dance floor. There, another bottle of her favorite champagne was chilling, awaiting their arrival.

Valkyrie commented, "Mr. Dae, you are pulling out all the stops today."

"Only the best for my girl."

"I feel kind of underdressed with everyone all decked out for a night out."

"Good thing you look better than anyone here tonight in just what you're wearing. But..." he drew out the last word before he continued. "If you want, we can go up to my office and have you pick out something that'll make you feel more comfortable."

Valkyrie raised a skeptical eyebrow. Understanding her inherent question, Agust replied, "I'm in possession of a few dresses that might be a little fancier than your current attire."

"Um... how did you come across these random dresses?" she asked, with a tone that was thick with suspicion.

Agust chuckled and replied, "I don't. I had Vivian from a boutique uptown, send over some dresses, in case you wanted to change into something that matched the spirit of things." He cupped her chin and added, "Listen, I just wanted to make sure that you had everything you wanted to aid in you enjoying yourself. I didn't want you feeling remotely self-conscious about what you were wearing."

"Are you serious?"

"Yea. Why?"

With incredulity painted across her face, she said, "I've never known anyone who thought this much about my needs, never mind my comfort."

"Now you do, Princess."

She shook her head slowly and said, "I don't think you're real."

Laughing softly, Agust asked, "What makes you say that?"

"You had to have been dreamt up by a woman. How are you so thoughtful and generally amazing?"

With a wily smirk lifting a corner of his lips, he reached out, grabbed her hand, and placed it on the front of his pants. There, Valkyrie felt a hard and thick appendage, straining against the zipper of his pants. Then he leaned into whisper in her ear, "Oh, sweet one. I am very, very real. And throbbing for you."

When he leaned in even closer to kiss her, Valkyrie met his lips happily. As they broke away from the kiss, he added, "You're going to model those dresses for me. Once you find the one that you'd like to wear for tonight, I am going to feast on your pussy until you're nothing but a heap of wet mess lying at my feet."

His words sent a jolt of electricity to her core, making her wet almost instantaneously. When she let out a small whimper at his assured words, Agust's pupils dilated, darkening his eyes. He let out a guttural groan that made him sound more like a wild beast than a man. Before Valkyrie knew what was happening, Agust gripped her by the nape of her neck and pulled her into him for another scorching kiss that made her center clench and pull.

Neither of them knew how long their lips were locked, but when they finally came up for air, Agust adjusted himself as he muttered, "Baby girl, fuck..." and drew out the last word.

Loosening his grip on Valkyrie's neck, he said, "If we don't stop, I'm going to end up pulling you onto my lap and impaling you on my cock in front of all these lovely people. So, why don't we head upstairs to my office now and get you to try out those dresses. Yea?"