บท 9: Sebastian's Ultimate Victory
Chapter 9: Sebastian's Ultimate Victory
The night air hung heavy with anticipation as Sebastian stood at the center of the grand ballroom, a space transformed into a veritable palace of decadence. The soft glow of candlelight reflected off the rich mahogany and gold accents, while the scent of expensive perfume mingled with the subtle notes of fine whiskey and exotic spices. The supernatural elite of New Orleans had gathered, drawn not only by the allure of the celebration but by whispers of Sebastian's newfound power.
Sebastian was dressed impeccably, his tailored suit hugging his lean frame perfectly, accentuating the confidence that radiated from him. He was the epitome of charm and sophistication, an incubus who thrived in the limelight. Tonight was not just a party; it was the culmination of his meticulous planning. With each passing moment, he felt the electric pull of the women he had seduced—Rebekah, Hayley, and Freya—each of them captivated by his presence, believing in the love he had expertly manipulated them into feeling.
As the music swelled, he could see them flitting about the room, each caught in their own bubble of loyalty to him. Rebekah, with her radiant beauty and infectious laughter, mingled among their guests, all while casting furtive glances in Sebastian's direction. Hayley, clad in a stunning emerald gown that accentuated her fierce spirit, engaged in conversation with a few witches, her smile both inviting and guarded. Freya, ever the enigmatic figure, stood at the edge of the room, her eyes shimmering with a mix of curiosity and longing, an unbreakable connection to Sebastian that pulled at her heartstrings.
Sebastian stepped down from his pedestal, a master of ceremonies orchestrating a grand performance. He felt their eyes on him, a mixture of admiration and affection, each gaze feeding his growing power. It was intoxicating.
He approached Rebekah first, taking her hand in his with a graceful flourish. "You look breathtaking tonight, my dear," he murmured, leaning closer to press a lingering kiss on her cheek. Her cheeks flushed a delightful shade of pink, a reaction he found utterly charming.
"Thank you, Sebastian," she replied, her voice a blend of warmth and admiration. "I'm so glad you decided to host this event. It's enchanting."
Sebastian smiled, a glimmer of something darker flickering in his eyes. "It's only the beginning. Tonight, we celebrate not just our ties to one another but our place in this city. A new era begins with us."
As he turned to address the room, he let the words flow like honey, weaving a spell of camaraderie and loyalty. "Welcome, my friends! Tonight, we stand united against the challenges that seek to divide us. Let us raise our glasses to the bonds we share and the power we wield together."
A chorus of cheers erupted, glasses clinking as they toasted to his words. But Sebastian knew better. This wasn't unity; it was a carefully crafted illusion, one that he would exploit to solidify his hold over New Orleans.
As the celebration continued, Sebastian felt a magnetic pull toward Rebekah, who stood beneath a delicate chandelier that sparkled like a constellation. He took her hand, leading her away from the prying eyes of the crowd. The music faded into the background, replaced by the quickening rhythm of their heartbeats.
"Where are we going?" she asked, a playful glint in her eye as she followed him down a secluded corridor.
"To a place where we can truly be ourselves," he replied, his voice low and seductive. He opened the door to a dimly lit private chamber, the air thick with intimacy and the scent of rich, dark wood.
The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Sebastian turned, pinning Rebekah against the wall with a passion that took her breath away. "I've wanted this all night," he confessed, his lips hovering just inches from hers.
Before she could respond, he closed the distance, capturing her mouth with his in a fierce kiss. It was electric, sending sparks coursing through her veins as she melted into him. His hands roamed her sides, fingers dancing along the fabric of her dress, igniting her skin beneath.
Rebekah gasped into his mouth, overwhelmed by the intensity of his desire. She fisted her hands in his hair, pulling him closer, as if trying to merge their bodies into one. "Sebastian," she breathed, her voice thick with longing, "this feels… so right."
"Because it is," he murmured against her lips, trailing kisses along her jawline, relishing the taste of her skin. "You're everything I've ever wanted."
His hands explored her curves, reveling in the warmth of her body pressed against him. With a practiced motion, he lifted her slightly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the plush chaise lounge in the corner of the room.
Their kisses grew more fervent, filled with the urgency of their desires. Rebekah's heart raced as she felt his hands roam over her thighs, slowly inching her dress higher. "Sebastian," she moaned, feeling bold and daring, "don't stop."
"Never," he replied, his voice thick with lust. He pushed her dress up further, exposing her soft skin, his fingers trailing tantalizingly close to her core.
Sebastian leaned down, his mouth finding the delicate skin of her neck, kissing and sucking, eliciting soft gasps from her lips. Each caress of his fingers against her thighs sent waves of heat coursing through her body.
"Sebastian, please," she begged, her voice laced with need, and he relished the power he held over her.
With one swift motion, he removed the barrier of fabric, exposing her completely to him. The sight of her vulnerability was intoxicating, and he took a moment to appreciate the beauty before him.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice a low whisper, full of promises unspoken.
"Yes," she breathed, her eyes dark with desire. She knew this was more than just passion; it was an undeniable connection, an alliance forged in the fires of lust and manipulation.
Sebastian leaned down, capturing her mouth once more as he slid his fingers into her warmth, filling her with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Rebekah gasped, her body arching towards him, craving more as she surrendered to the sensations he stirred within her.
"Just like that, my love," he urged, his breath hot against her ear. "Feel me."
The room filled with the sounds of their passion, a melody of gasps and moans echoing off the walls. Sebastian reveled in her pleasure, feeding off her energy, his own power swelling with every moment they shared.
As the intensity built, he buried his face against her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath his lips. "You're mine, Rebekah," he whispered, the words laced with a possessive edge that only heightened her arousal. "You will always be mine."
With one final thrust, they reached their peak together, the world around them dissolving into bliss as they clung to each other. Sebastian's power surged, drawn from her submission, solidifying his victory not just in the realm of politics but in the deepest recesses of her heart.
As they lay entwined, breathless and basking in the afterglow, Rebekah looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of adoration and trust. "I don't want this to end," she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
Sebastian smiled, a mask of warmth and affection. "It won't, my darling. This is just the beginning."
But in his heart, he knew the truth. This was a game, and he was its master. With every conquest, he grew stronger, more invincible. The Mikaelsons would soon discover that they had underestimated him, and by the time they realized the truth, it would be far too late.
As the party continued, Sebastian felt the pull of Hayley's vibrant energy beckoning him. He found her laughing with a group of witches, her emerald dress shimmering with every movement. A surge of desire coursed through him as he approached, determined to weave his web of seduction once more.
"Hayley," he called, his voice smooth and inviting. She turned to him, a smile spreading across her face that made his heart race.
"Sebastian! I was just talking about you," she said, her voice playful.
"Only good things, I hope," he replied, taking her hand and leading her away from the crowd. "Let's find a moment of quiet, shall we?"
They found themselves in a dimly lit alcove, the sounds of the celebration muffled by the distance. The tension between them crackled like electricity, and he felt her pulse quicken as he stepped closer.
"I love what you're wearing," he said, his gaze sweeping over her body, drinking in every detail. "You look incredible tonight."
"Thank you," she replied, her cheeks flushing slightly. "You clean up well yourself."
Sebastian stepped closer, closing the distance between them until they were inches apart. "But I think you deserve more than just flattery tonight."
Before she could respond, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, her surprise quickly melting into eagerness as she leaned into him. Hayley's hands tangled in his hair, deepening the kiss as their bodies pressed together.
His hands moved to her waist, gripping her tightly as he lifted her off the ground, wrapping her legs around his hips. The thrill of their surroundings heightened the intensity of the moment, making her heart race as she felt the heat of his body against hers.
Sebastian backed her against the wall, his body cocooning her in warmth and desire. The world around them faded, leaving only the pulse of their heartbeats and the taste of each other's lips. He relished the way she responded to him, her body molding against his, as if they were two pieces of a puzzle fitting perfectly together.
"Sebastian," Hayley breathed, her voice thick with longing. "What are we doing?"
"What do you want, Hayley?" he murmured against her skin, trailing kisses down her neck. The scent of her hair was intoxicating, and he wanted nothing more than to lose himself in her completely. "Tell me what you crave."
"I want… I want you," she gasped, a rush of boldness surging through her as she gazed into his eyes, revealing the vulnerability beneath her fierce exterior.
Sebastian felt his own desire ignite at her confession. "Then let me show you just how much I want you too," he said, his voice low and sultry. With that, he captured her lips once more, this time with an urgency that matched the intensity of their need.
Their kisses deepened, becoming more frantic as they lost themselves in each other. Sebastian's hands roamed over her body, exploring the curves and contours of her form, as if mapping every inch of her. He loved how responsive she was, each sigh and gasp urging him on, heightening the need that burned between them.
"God, you're intoxicating," he said, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. Hayley's eyes were dark with desire, her lips swollen from their passionate kisses.
"Show me," she whispered, a challenge and an invitation rolled into one.
He smirked, pleased by her boldness. "As you wish."
With that, he slid his hands beneath the hem of her dress, lifting it gently as he knelt before her. Hayley's breath hitched in anticipation, and he looked up at her, enjoying the moment of power he held. There was something electric about the way she watched him, her body tense with eagerness as he worked to reveal her completely.
As he pulled her dress higher, he felt the heat radiating from her thighs, and he pressed a soft kiss to her inner leg, drawing a gasp from her lips. "You're stunning," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin, relishing the thrill of having her completely at his mercy.
"Sebastian," she urged, her voice a mix of impatience and longing, "please…"
"Patience, love," he said, teasingly. He took his time, lavishing attention on her thighs, planting soft kisses that made her squirm with need. The more he teased, the more he felt her desire swell, feeding into the seductive atmosphere he had carefully crafted.
Finally, he pressed his mouth to her core, and the moment his lips met her skin, Hayley let out a breathy moan that echoed through the alcove. He felt her body shudder in response, and it sent a thrill through him. He relished the power of knowing he could make her feel this way, could take her to the edge and beyond.
"God, yes," she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed him closer, urging him on. He was more than willing to comply, burying himself in her warmth and savoring every taste, every sound she made.
Sebastian worked with a relentless rhythm, his tongue teasing and coaxing her toward ecstasy. He loved the way she responded to him, the way her body bucked against him, seeking more, craving his touch. He could feel her building toward that precipice, and he was determined to take her there.
"Sebastian," she gasped, her voice rising in pitch. "I'm so close…"
"Let go," he encouraged, his voice a sultry whisper that ignited her desire even further. "I want to feel you come for me."
With those words, he plunged deeper, finding that perfect spot that sent her spiraling over the edge. Hayley's body tensed as she let go, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as waves of ecstasy washed over her. The sound was intoxicating, and he lost himself in the moment, drinking in her pleasure as she rode the wave of her orgasm.
As her body shuddered and quaked with the intensity of her release, he stood, pulling her into his arms as she caught her breath. Their lips met again, and this time it was a sweet, languid kiss that spoke of connection, intimacy, and a promise of more.
"God, that was… incredible," she murmured against his lips, her cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and satisfaction.
"Just wait until you see what else I have in store," he replied, a wicked glint in his eye.
Their moment of passion was interrupted by the distant sounds of laughter and music, reminding them of the celebration still happening outside the alcove. But for Sebastian, the real celebration was right here, in the connection he was forging with Hayley.
"Are you ready to return?" he asked, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Not quite," she said, her confidence returning as she looked up at him, a playful smile on her lips. "I think we should make the most of this night."
Sebastian couldn't help but grin at her boldness. "You're right. Let's give them something to talk about."
They stepped back into the fray, their energy heightened, and the anticipation of what lay ahead lingered between them. The dance of seduction was far from over, and he was ready to weave his web further, drawing Hayley deeper into his world as he worked to solidify his power in New Orleans.
As the night wore on, Sebastian felt a familiar pull, one that was both tantalizing and dangerous. Freya had always intrigued him, her strength and intelligence a magnet for his darker desires. He found her standing alone on a balcony, the moonlight illuminating her features and casting a silvery glow around her. She looked regal and poised, yet there was a spark of defiance in her gaze that beckoned him closer.
"Freya," he said, stepping onto the balcony, the door sliding shut behind him with a soft click. "I didn't expect to find you here alone."
She turned to him, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I could say the same about you, Sebastian. You seem to enjoy collecting the attention of the women in this room."
"Attention is merely a means to an end," he replied smoothly, stepping closer until they were just a breath apart. "But you… you're different. There's something about you that draws me in."
Freya arched an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "Is that so? And what exactly do you think you know about me?"
"More than you think," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "You're strong, capable, and fiercely independent. But beneath that armor, I sense a longing, a desire for connection. Am I wrong?"
For a moment, she remained silent, studying him, weighing his words. "You may be right," she admitted finally, her voice a whisper. "But I'm not easily swayed by charm alone."
Sebastian chuckled, his confidence unwavering. "Then perhaps it's time I showed you what lies beneath the charm."
Before she could respond, he closed the distance between them, capturing her mouth with his in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. Freya's surprise melted quickly into eagerness as she kissed him back, her hands finding their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer.
As the kiss deepened, Sebastian felt the world around them fade, leaving only the heat between their bodies and the undeniable chemistry that crackled in the air. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her against the balcony railing, reveling in the way she responded to him.
"Sebastian," she murmured against his lips, a hint of breathlessness coloring her voice, "what are you doing?"
"Showing you just how much I desire you," he replied, his breath hot against her ear as he trailed kisses down her neck, savoring the softness of her skin.
Freya gasped at his touch, her body arching toward him instinctively. He could feel her walls begin to crumble, and it sent a rush of satisfaction through him. He had always wanted her, and tonight, he intended to claim what was rightfully his.
With a swift motion, he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the railing, the night air swirling around them. Freya's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she gasped in surprise.
"Sebastian," she breathed, a mixture of surprise and desire flooding her voice.
"Just trust me," he urged, his voice a sultry whisper as he captured her lips once more. The kiss was electric, a dance of passion that ignited both of them. He could feel her heart racing, could taste her excitement as she surrendered to the moment.
As they kissed, he began to move, rocking her gently against him, their bodies finding a rhythm that was both intoxicating and primal. He could feel the heat radiating between them, the urgency building with every passing second.
"Let go, Freya," he encouraged, his voice husky with desire. "Give in to what you feel."
She met his gaze, and for a heartbeat, he saw the fierce resolve within her, battling against the desire that flared in her eyes. But then, with a shuddering breath, she leaned in, surrendering to the connection that crackled between them.
With that shift, Sebastian felt her walls drop completely. Their bodies moved in a primal dance, an intricate interplay of need and surrender that took them both by storm. Freya's nails scraped along his back, a sweet mix of pain and pleasure that ignited a fire within him. He pressed her harder against the railing, the cool metal contrasting with the heat radiating between them.
"Sebastian," she breathed, her voice laced with urgency as she tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel more of him against her skin. "I want you… now."
His breath hitched at her boldness. "Are you sure?" he asked, a teasing note in his voice, though his own desire burned fiercely within him. He knew the stakes; Freya was not just any woman. She was powerful, clever, and more than capable of holding her own. But the spark between them was undeniable.
"Don't toy with me," she replied, her eyes fierce with determination. "I want to feel you, all of you."
That was all the invitation he needed. With a swift motion, he set her down momentarily, quickly shedding his shirt and discarding it to the floor. Freya's eyes roamed over his chest, and he could see the hunger reflected in her gaze. He felt a surge of pride at the effect he had on her, and it only heightened his desire.
Without another word, he lifted her again, positioning her against the wall as he pressed his body against hers. Their lips crashed together once more, a collision of passion that set the night ablaze. He could feel the urgency of their need pushing them closer to the edge, and he reveled in the power of the moment.
Freya's legs wrapped around him once more, her body instinctively seeking him out as if they were two pieces of a locked puzzle. He couldn't get enough of her, the way she surrendered to his every touch, the way her body molded against his.
With every kiss, every caress, Sebastian sought to draw out her desires, his hands roaming freely over her curves, savoring the taste of her skin. He explored every inch of her body, tracing the delicate lines of her waist, the swell of her hips, and the soft contours of her thighs.
"Freya," he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire, "you're so beautiful. I want to worship you."
"Then do it," she urged, her voice laced with both challenge and need. "Show me what you can do."
Sebastian relished the command in her voice, and he met her gaze with a wicked smile before lowering his mouth to her neck. He lavished attention on her collarbone, trailing kisses that made her shiver with anticipation. Each touch was deliberate, each kiss a promise of what was to come.
He slid his hands beneath the hem of her dress, inching it higher as he explored her soft skin, teasing and coaxing her into a state of bliss. As he made his way back up her thighs, he felt her body respond to his every movement, the way she leaned into him, gasping as he ventured closer to where she ached for him most.
"Sebastian, please," Freya breathed, her voice a mixture of plea and command.
He couldn't resist her any longer. In one smooth motion, he lifted her dress fully, revealing the delicate lace of her underwear, and he could feel his breath hitch at the sight. "So exquisite," he murmured, his fingers brushing against the fabric, igniting a wave of need that coursed through them both.
"Sebastian," she urged again, her impatience boiling over as she wriggled against him, the friction sending sparks flying.
"Alright, love," he said, his voice husky with desire as he finally pulled the fabric aside, exposing her to him. "You asked for it."
He pressed his lips against her most intimate parts, and the moment he made contact, Freya gasped, her body arching in response. Sebastian's tongue moved expertly, teasing her with long strokes and swirling motions that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"God, yes!" Freya moaned, her fingers gripping the wall as she surrendered to the pleasure. He could feel her growing closer to the edge, her breaths becoming more erratic, each gasp igniting his desire even further.
He loved the power he held over her, the way her body responded to his every touch, and he was determined to take her higher. As he worked his magic, he slipped a finger inside her, feeling her body clench around him, and he reveled in the sensation.
"More, Sebastian! I need more!" Freya cried, her voice filled with desperation and need.
He complied, adding another finger, curling them just right as he continued to lavish attention on her sensitive clit. The combination of sensations drove her wild, and he could feel the tension building within her, coiling tighter and tighter.
"Let go, Freya," he coaxed, his voice sultry against her skin. "I want to feel you come for me."
With a final thrust of his fingers and a swirl of his tongue, Freya shattered, her body exploding in waves of pleasure that left her breathless. The sound of her moans echoed in the night, a symphony of ecstasy that drove him to the brink of madness.
As she came down from her high, her body still trembling in his arms, Sebastian couldn't resist leaning in for another kiss, savoring the taste of her on his lips. Freya melted against him, her breathing ragged, and he could see the satisfaction in her eyes.
"Now that," she whispered, her voice husky with desire, "was worth the wait."
Sebastian smirked, the thrill of their encounter lighting a fire within him. "I told you I would show you what I could do. But we're just getting started."
Freya's gaze sparkled with a mix of intrigue and mischief, her own desires clearly reignited. "Then let's see what else you have in store for me, Sebastian."
With a shared understanding, they stepped back into the night, ready to explore the depths of their connection and the fiery passions that awaited them. The allure of the night was far from over, and Sebastian couldn't wait to see just how far he could push them both, dancing along the edge of pleasure and power, where their desires intertwined.
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End of Chapter 9
Author's Note: The penultimate chapter. Hope you enjoy.
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