First Sample & Later Feast (Rea&Fate)

[Rea]

"It'll be fun, trust me!" "I don't know, Picard, I mean...I'm not really into..." "You don't know until you try it. Now come on, Ada, don't be so shy. I'm your best friend, aren't I?" "Well, yes, you are, b-hey!"

The male tugged his companion's forearm, dragging her from the front stoop of their apartment building and onto the street. She frowned at him, her carefullly pink painted lips tugging down. He smiled at her, shifting his hand so that their palms would meet, and he could entwine their fingers together. First glance would assume they were a couple, but they were far from it. Picard had been her best friend since childhood, and they were extremely close. After all, fae folk tended to find each other, seek out the company of their own kind. A leprechaun and a muse, quite the pair. However, he was a homosexual male, while she was...well, she didn't know what she was, and that is why he was taking her out. Ada had never experienced much of sex, or anything pertaining to it, so of course his idea to get her into it was to thrust her into the club life. Ada assumed he was taking her to a nightclub, but it was far from just that. He just wasn't going to tell her. His cute caramel friend needed to stop focusing on classes and get laid.

Her heels stumbled as she followed after him, sighing gently. Picard only laughed, his voice slightly higher pitched than the average male's. "Now don't be so shy, Adamantia! You don't have to fuck anyone right away, you know. It's just to get you out there, and acquainted!" Ada shot him a narrowed glare, but shrugged her shoulders. "I guess." They boarded the bus together. He tapped his foot to the radio while she sat there quietly, wondering what lay ahead. He was right. Just meeting people didn't mean she had to fuck them right away. He was just trying to be nice, in the only way he knew how - extravagance. She stared across the aisle to the opposite window, seeing her reflection in the glass. A pretty young woman stared back at her. Dark chocolate waves that would have just covered her breasts was pinned up in twin french braids, and the ends tucked with bobby pins at the nape of her neck to keep it off her face and throat. Hazel eyes accentuated by a thin amount of eyeliner and mascara, that he expertly applied as she didn't tend to wear it often (why would she? It wasn't like she went out, ever). A tight black sleeveless dress ending at her knees accentuated the curves she possessed, with a silver buckle on a gray sash clasped around the waist. Silver, simple heels tapped beside his own feet, though hers were impatient and nervous. Perhaps a little overdressed, and she had pointed this out to him, but Picard insisted she dress formally for wherever he was taking her. He wore black slacks and a soft gray button up shirt, with his hair slicked back neatly. She offered a nervous smile up at him, for his height dwarfed her own. He stood at six feet, two inches tall, while she was 5'7", due only to her two inch heels.

The bus slowed to a stop, approximately three miles from where they had started. He stood, offering his hand to her. She took it nervously, letting him lead her out of the bus. They stood on a corner just on the outskirts of town. She frowned, staring up at the massive building. There didn't seem to be a sign displaying the name on the front, nor did it look like any club she had seen before - which was only perhaps a few, as she hardly ever went out to "party". However, Picard seemed confident this was the place, and he gently tugged her hand forward. "All right, now , listen, you trust me, right?" Ada gave a soft nod. He smiled. "Good. This place isn't a conventional club, okay? I just want you to give it a chance. If you don't like it, we can go. I promise." The promise would remain broken, as he planned on leaving her here to her own devices, to visit one of the men inside he frequented - but she didn't need to know that either. Nothing ever happened here without...some kind of consent, and he knew she'd be fine without him. Ada gave another hesitant nod, before following him to what seemed to be the front entrance where two men stood beside double doors. Picard strode to them confidently before flashing some plastic card in their eyes, to which they stepped apart to allow entry. Grinning ear to ear, Picard pulled the hesitant Ada forward, not quite yet opening the doors.

"Ready to have fun?"

Ada hummed disdainfully, giving her friend a narrowed eyed gaze as he began to push open the doors, waiting for the colors to show themselves.

 

[darkest_fate]

Gods, was Xenreia ready to have some fucking fun.

Her dark painted lips twisted up into an almost cruel smile as she mulled over the multiple meanings of that particular mental expletive as it drifted across her mind. Given her current location, the feel of the place, the urges that surged here, there were just so many delicious meanings to take. Having so very much of the best kind of fun. Having fun while fucking someone. Having the fun that comes with fucking. Having fucking that turns into fun. The exotic beauty chuckled to herself, wrapping her fingers around her delicate drink, raising it to her mouth, letting the curls of apparent steam wafting forth seep into her body for a moment, inhaling and tasting them before knocking back the drink.

Ah, it burned all the way down, leaving a lingering spice upon her tongue had lips. Xen smiled, knowing full well that the taste would linger upon her, transferred into each kiss she elected to bestow upon people as they drifted into her orbit. That wasn't even part of the ambient magics of this place or the female herself: it was simply a fun side effect of chemistry. Mixology could sometimes be every bit as potent as magic.

Well, perhaps not Xenreia's magic. She'd proven that to her instructors as a young demon. Naturally they couldn't let any succubus roam around this world without the correct training to harness her abilities. Any and all wild demons were corralled for the safety of all, let alone those with a more predatory nature such as Xen's. She'd been discovered not long after arriving on this planet, with little memory of how she'd gotten there, like so many of her kin. The instructors had marveled at her intelligence, and her willingness to experiment with her magics. There had been some balking, however, at Xen's continued insistence to only target other females.

Males grant so much power!
With your looks and abilities, you could drain several men a hunt!
You're wasting potential!

Blah, blah, blah, So much noise. Xen didn't care for doubters. She'd insisted, then proved that wresting several bouts of pleasure from a singular female would satiate hunger without the potential for overdoing it. In her several decades of existence, she'd proven that time and time again. Most succubi had a body count, usually in the double-digits. Xenreia could count hers on one hand: four. And she no intention of ever adding another finger to that mix.

Currently she looked like sin. The black leather of her skirt wrapped about her ass so tightly as to demonstrate every bit of the firm curvature. It left most of her caramel colored legs bared, right up to the laced, sharply heeled boots that added yet further height to her. The tight, laced bodice pushed her already modest cleavage up, creating a valley of delicious soft brown that most couldn't help but stare at, dreaming of diving into. Expertly done makeup, with a touch of magic, enhanced an already striking face. It made vivid green eyes pop to outright dangerous levels, the gleam of seduction already apparent. She'd twisted her hair, a russet brown with delicious body and curl, up into a tight bun upon her head. Long leather gloves climbed their way past her shoulders, completing her look.

Yes, Xen looked hot. And she also looked every inch the obvious dominatrix she was. For she'd found that no one produced more sexual energy than those that engaged in such activities. She could wrench pleasure from them with a crop, with collar, with a choking grasp. The additions added spice to the energy drained... and, well, Xen simply enjoyed it more.

She was already a known factor here, someone who not only regularly came, but actively hunted. She'd had to inform the staff of her race and abilities immediately, and they'd been quite pleased. It was known that Xen would help train a girl, would induct newcomers into the delights of this world, and would certainly join in with others when they wanted to celebrate...but she had yet to take a long-term pet of her own. There were simply none that quite appealed.

Now, the astute reader of this thread would assume this is the point wherein Xen lays eyes upon Ada as she enters, recognizes the adorably gorgeous young lady for who she really was, and lay her predatory traps from across the room. Thus would begin the fated, intense story that you are here to read.

But ah, that is not quite what happened. Certainly Xen was on the lookout for new blood. The virgins, literally or simply to the lifestyle, produced delicious amounts of energy after she got them going. And she loved nothing more than to introduce a female to the Sapphic pleasures, to coax delicious orgasms from her body and help her realize the benefit of softness. But there were two factors that caused her green eyes to skip over dear Ada:

One was Picard. He may look a little fae, but so did half the fucking clientele here. He was, however, incredibly male, and close enough to Ada to nearly state ownership.
The second was the lack of a collar. Subs usually wore one, or at least a choker or some other indicator upon their throat. Not that Xen wouldn't collar someone; she quite enjoyed it, but her gaze always snapped to those first.

Which is why, instead, Ada was treated to the sprawling mass. The bodies clad in leather and lace, vintage and vinyl, many moving together in evident, practiced ways. It was why several predatory heads attached to predatory bodies: vampires, alpha shifters, more succubi, swiveled to watch her, the lamb entering the lions' den.

 

[Rea]

The doors hadn't opened fully and yet Ada instantly detected the emotions within; it was purely sexual, with a lingering mist of sensuality. Lust had its own colored aura, pink with smoky black bits oozed out of the crack in the door. Ada could see this, the multiple swirls of color if she tried, given the blood of a muse within. Picard felt her resistance, pulling back with his hand still in her own, but his free palm thrust the doors open fully to bathe his friend in the mists he could not see. A trickster by nature, the leprechaun had brought her here to test her limits and selfishly at that. Ada had the innate ability to enhance those mists, make those colors stronger and more intense. A few weeks ago he and Ada had been playing a board game when the male Picard sought now had stopped for a visit. Of course the girl had been dismissed, but the lingering presence of her in his apartment had made the visitor much more … lively, and he'd barely been able to walk the next day.

So it was no surprise eyes turned her way, though her own did not lock a gaze to anyone in particular. She was busy staring at the outfits, how dark they were yet the colors were not. Certainly in a few places the uprising wisps were darker than others, and even some had fainter, whiter puffs. Most of all, though, was that dark pink lust drifting to the ceiling. The last club he'd taken her to wasn't this intense; she'd never seen this amount of pure desire in one place, as if every person was here solely for it.

Picard tugged her hand but Ada ground her heels into the floor, turning to glare at her shifty friend. "What the hell, you bastard?!" She demanded in an angry whisper, quickly stepping closer so her pointed finger could prod his chest. "What is this, a brothel or something?! Christ! I can barely breathe in here!"

He laughed, shaking his head while lifting his hands up, palms open in surrender. "No, not really. Everyone's here to have a good time. Come on, you can tell, I know you can see it. Just relax, Ada, like I said before, you don't have to do anything. Let's get a drink, yeah? Calm you down, little sprite."

Ada's lips pressed together in a thin line, but she allowed Picard to throw an arm around her shoulder to lead the way to the bar. It was symbolic, without her realizing it. Friends touched each other that way; he didn't grab her hand, touch the small of her back, or pull her wrist which may indicate ownership, or a romantic relationship. He did let her sit first though, twirling in a playful circle on the swiveling bar stool, causing a twitch of a smile from Ada. All right, so he was a tricky bastard, but he was still her oldest friend, and y'know, maybe he was right. It wasn't like she was oblivious to the theme of the club, though she certainly had yet to experience anything of the sort.

"Two shots of fireball, please!" Picard ordered enthusiastically once the bartender approached, who smirked at Picard but raised a brow at the new girl, who had taken to rest her elbow on the counter, with her chin in her palm. Fingertips tapped against her cheek idly.

"That's on me," came a male's voice from behind, causing both faes to turn backwards. A tall man stood there, blond lightly wavy hair to his pointed ears, blue eyes focused on the leprechaun. Both of them recognized him, though Ada only from the night Picard kicked her out and ended their game. "Heeeey~" the leprechaun greeted, quick to rise into a standing position. "Oh, hello again, Luke," Ada politely replied, "Thank you for the drink."

Briefly the two turned back to the counter to drink their shots; Picard took his smoothly but Ada coughed softly after setting the small glass down. "You gonna be okay for a bit, Ads? I gotta talk to Luke for a bit."

Ada rolled her eyes, resuming her previous position with her head in her hand. "Yeah, sure you do. I'll be fine. Don't be long, though?"

"Got it, toots. Have another shot, why don't ya? See you later!"

And now she was alone, knowing full well it wouldn't be words in Picard's mouth.

 

[darkest_fate]

It was almost comical in a way. Xen sat there, nursing her drink with amusement, letting her eyes scan the milling crowds. Certainly there had to be someone about she could play with. Hells, many came there looking for a succubus: they were (in)famous for the pleasures they could grant a person, and everyone knew there were laws against a succubus draining someone dry. Certainly it was still a risk, but sex by being fucked to death was usually something people wanted on their death certificate. Mix in Xen's reputation, and, again, she wouldn't have many problems. There were a few she'd already marked, but it wasn't until the second male arrived, coming alongside the leprechaun, that Xen noticed.

He's gay. The thought popped in immediately. It wasn't just Xen's "gaydar." technically she could tell when most people were or could be sexually interested in her. But she'd seen Luke around from time to time, even teasingly flirted with him once .They'd both been entirely uninterested, which made for an entertaining little dance. But with that male present to peel off the other, Xen noticed her.

It took all the succubus had not to drool. The little fae simply radiated magical energies. That alone would've caught attention, particularly the way it worked. Surely she couldn't be a muse? They were... well, they may make Xen look rather tame, and the succubus at her best could inspire orgies. But a muse could inspire... gods above and below, all sorts of things. They literally couldn't help it, at least from what Xen knew.

And as if that wasn't enough: she's cherry. Xen didn't know if that sense meant outright virgin, untouched and unspoiled, or simply not someone who knew what this club entailed. The lack of any outward trappings of the life gave some of it away, to be sure, but it was also just something of a sense. Really Xen sensed virgins less out of a radar and more because they'd built up a massive amount of sexual energy. If she could find a virgin female and tease them into exquisite release, stretching it out... she could live off that sort of energy for, hells, months? Maybe longer?

I have to have her.

The little darling was left alone, and several other predators looked as well. Xen shot at least one an almost fiery glance, letting a little of the hellfire bubbling underneath through, before sauntering over, swinging hips and oozing sex. She slid in front of a slick male who approached, a vampire who liked to hypnotize subs into sucking his cock, and sort of flicked her fingers, the smile a challenge he didn't quite want, no matter how good fae blood tasted. Xen simply leaned next to Ada, looking over at her.

"What did you do to piss off your friend?" she asked, leaning over, brow arching. "Because nearly everyone here sees you as the most delicious prize available, and you don't even seem to even know what you're doing here." She paused for a moment, letting her red lips curve into a sinful smile, the sort that the serpent probably gave to Eve. "You should let me collar you now, save us both the time," she said, waving her hand enticingly, though she used no magic or ability: she didn't like to rely on cheap tricks for the seduction. "But you look just stubborn enough to say no, and just smart enough to ask all the right questions of the obviously dark woman who approached you alone in a bar." The smile twisted, a little less sexy, a little more... expectant, as if Xen knew that Ava would want to rise to the almost intellectual challenge there, and knew that she could.

 

[Rea]

Ada's hips shifted side to side in her seat forcing her rear to wriggle down further; it was a way to selfishly cement herself in place, and a wave of shakes that called others entirely oblivious to the muse. Picard should have known better than to leave her alone in such a place but she was prideful, intelligent - she could ignore the mists, how they licked her bared skin. She could even stop seeing them if she chose, but would never stop feeling them entirely. The very existence of her soul called to those colors, invisible or not. Each spoke to a desire or specific talent to which Ada could enhance either slightly or dramatically.

Yet with her back to the crowd she did not notice several of those mists begin an approach. Her left hand rested in her lap on top of the purse yet the other continued to tap her cheek, almost seeming bored sitting there alone. Ada should take Picard's advice, talk a little with someone. Certainly one of the lighter misting folks would be able to contain themselves enough for a conversation without staring at her chest. It wasn't like she was self-conscious; Ada was well aware she was at least pretty, though as of yet had little desire to engage in a sexual relationship. There had been a boy, when she was a few years younger, that slid his hands to her private areas but she was quick to end it once those black swirls entered his pink mists. It had frightened her. Since she'd come to understand what those mixes meant; one taste of it was enough to disinterest her. The way her heart had tightened at his touch, how her skin prickled...it had felt good, better than she wanted it to, and she knew it'd be much more intense if she'd allowed it to continue. If it happened again she was afraid she'd go mad. Damn her ability to connect so strongly to emotions.

Lost in her thoughts and concentration of ignoring the scents behind her, she was startled by the sudden voice so close. Ada twitched toward it, letting her hand fall from her cheek to the counter instead so she could face the one who spoke to her. Ada couldn't even see her beautiful face at first, as the pink and black had momentarily covered all of her vision. The muse had to blink quietly for a moment to let all the colors around fade away.

"Oh, he...Well, I haven't…"

Ada inhaled deeply hoping the breath would calm her heart; she used the opportunity to test what the woman had said, twirling slightly in her seat with eyes glancing the crowd. Indeed there were faces turned her way, yet none approached now that someone already had. Pink appeared again, though this time upon her cheeks; swiftly she turned back at the bar beside her new companion - briefly staring at the woman's figure before settling in her shot glass instead.

An annoyed sigh accompanied the swivel; she knew what a collar was, of course, but not quite in the context of this place or the symbolism of it; she assumed it was a slang term for claiming, and didn't know how right she was by assuming so.

"He's isn't mad at me, though I am a little at him. Such a prick, that one. He insisted on bringing me here to meet people but abandons me to go get laid. I know that's what he's doing."

Even a mortal could sense the sensuality of the people here; Ada spoke with absolute confidence, knowing there was no question to that fact. Ada tapped the bar, then her shot glass, indicating another drink was requested. "If you've come to try that with me, think again," Ada added, colder than she intended, "I am curious, I suppose, of whatever this…" she paused only so her hand could wave behind them, and in a way apologize for her harsh tone, "...is. And how you can even move in that skirt."

So Ada had clearly noticed the woman's body, without even realizing it.

She offered her hand in greeting, her eyes softer than before, wanting to make up for her rudeness. "Ada, and you are?"

 

[darkest_fate]

Was it just Xen, or was there a slight musicality to Ada's voice? Some said that fae could either sound enticing or had a little bell like tone, some call back to their lives in that second Realm. But there was this almost undertone to Ada, as if her pitch was simply perfect. Naturally that made Xen wonder what it would sound like when begging or crying out in sheer pleasure, but she allowed only the briefest flashes of arousal to appear in those bewitching eyes. She could tell that Ada looked about ready to bolt, and that she was far more intelligent than most submissives that walked through those doors.

What would it be like having a pet that's so self-aware?

"Someone has bite to go with that cute face," drawled Xen, her own voice almost smoky with just a touch of the rasp that came with vocal fry. She rolled her eyes, smiling, before just outright laughing. "Oh, it's not at you," she insisted, gesturing. "I'm just so used to the regular costume that it feels almost surreal having someone challenge it so... directly. Practice and biology," she replied airily, waving a hand.

Xen extended it, taking the offered one. Instead of simply shaking it, she brought it up to her lips, gently kissing the fingertips. "Xenreia," she offered. Another twist of those red lips. "Most people around here call me 'Mistress' Xenreia..." she released the hand, "you can call me Xen. We'll work up to the proper titles." Again that confident smile. No force. No magic. But Xen simply knew that Ada would become hers, if only for this evening. She could practically sense the curiosity.

"This," she gestured, "is a rather unique locale. Here we obviously indulge in our pleasures, but we don't simply give way entirely to pleasures," she frowned, looking over at a few couples who currently seemed to be doing precisely that, before looking back. "I'm sure you've heard of the BDSM lifestyle, if from utterly horrific books or portrayals on those stories," a dismissive wave of the hand. "We're about more than that. It's about indulging in your desire to give over control of your life, to allow others to take charge of your body, perhaps even your mind, for however long you desire. An evening, a relationship, a lifetime..." she trailed off, before nodding. "I often help with that, taking control, and i admit to having a taste for cherry," she let her eyes run right over Ada's body, before seeing another slinky female, another fucking vampire sliding up behind, hand coming to Ada's hair.

Likely the muse would react before Xen could, but the succubus narrowed her eyes. "Fuck off," she whispered, her voice dropping to an almost infernal level, "we're talking." Though she was likely to be quite amused by how Ada handled the less... polite members of this particular organization.

 

[Rea]

Ada hummed softly, amused by the compliment - and indeed, the sound was musical like a soft blow into a harmonica, though was soured when the woman began to laugh. Assuming she was being made fun of, the girl's eyes narrowed briefly, then softened as an explanation was voiced. Finally, they widened, watching intently when such full, red lips tickled her knuckles. Quizzically a brow perched, unfamiliar with that particular title. Mistress? What an odd term. Wasn't that usually someone who was the partner someone married? A question for later, perhaps, depending how long Picard was away - which would be quite some time.

"I have…" Ada admitted bashfully. A few shows and movies had some scenes in them, even a few books she read, alluding to it. Ada didn't fully understand it, but didn't mind the concept. From what she knew it was about trust, and surrender. Picard had told her a little, when she'd asked once. He liked the fact he didn't have to think about anything; that all he had to do was what he was told. Ada had only shrugged at the time, not asking further on the matter and instead moving her chess piece to check his king. Another term she was unfamiliar with "...cherry?"

There was little time to notice Xen's predatory, hungry devouring of Ada's figure before the girl felt the start of fingertips sliding into the braids on the back of her neck. The muse gasped - sounding of a metal pick pinging to a heavy triangle - quickly turning to see who dared touch her.

Her eyes had barely caught the blur of another woman, disinterested suddenly by the harsh possessive warning Xen gave. She turned back to stare up at her with twinkling surprise, but also gratitude, shining in the wide hazel orbs. The colors surrounding Xen had increased again, like when she'd first approached. Ada could not help but to breathe them in, which settled warmly in her chest causing her skin to match the pink mists she inhaled. After a soft shudder the muse turned to the other woman, who unlike the male vampire, was not as willing to leave entirely though she had managed a step back.

"I think it'd be best if you let us be," Ada suggested much more politely, her whisper like that of a quietly played flute. The vampire got the hint, for now, it seemed. Once she was gone the muse exhaled, then watched the mists she'd taken in be released - the black bits, at least, the pink seemed to remain. It had a sweet taste upon her tongue. Ada snatched the newly poured cinnamon shot, hoping it would make the feeling fade. It merely caused her to squeeze her eyes shut tightly for a moment, then she sighed, rather enjoying the growing warmth within. Ada laughed a little, slightly dizzy by the combination of alcohol and lust filled swirls of air. "So, how long have you been doing this?" Ada asked to further the conversation; mainly to have someone close enough that the others wouldn't attempt to approach her again. "If you help with this, you must be a professional, hm?"

 

[darkest_fate]

Oh, how Xen wanted to push further, to probably outright tease regarding the cherry business. But she held her tongue on that for the time being, making a mental note to emphasize it later, like when I've hiked that adorable dress up and have my fingers knuckle deep inside her. It wasn't just that cherry though: there was a bit of spunk to Ada, and, again, that intelligence. Too often submissives came off as almost dim, but Ada just seemed... sheltered. Gods, horribly sheltered, which made Xen almost feel as protective as she did predatory.

Enough that her brows raised as Ada kicked back the cinnamon shot. "Someone likes things spicy," she drawled, lips twisting in amusement once more, though her eyes flicked to watch a retreating vampire. "I've a few other suggestions for that," she twirled her fingers, leaning once more, realizing that now it would just be rude if she didn't order a drink herself. She nodded toward the bartender (someone she'd topped once), before meeting Ada's quizzical gaze.

"Actually, I'm a professional in the more traditional sense," she said. "Believe it or not, you can be an excellent seductress and still hold down a respectable career. In fact, I've found that driven women more often need the right amount of pleasure," she considered. "I'm willing to bet that you haven't, which is part of why your little friend brought you here and dropped you. You're obviously too smart to have been entirely tricked, so you want to loosen up, at least on some level. And you haven't scurried off, despite the fact that I've been eye-fucking you since before we started speaking, which means," she smiled coyly, "you're interested."

Her own drink appeared, and, perhaps as a signal, it was a sweet cocktail, bordering on the kind a coed would order while giggling. It also had a cherry, which Xen plucked. Her tongue extended, twirling around to lick the alcohol off, before she slid the fruit between her lips. eyes closed, fluttering as she sucked for just a moment, before twirling, smiling. When she pulled it out, the cherry was gone, and the stem had been twisted into an intricate, Celtic style nod.

She extended it to Ada, along with a knowing smile.

 

[Rea]

Ada truly hadn't noticed how Xen seemed to continually come closer, especially after the vampire left them alone. Many others had gotten the hint as well; they tried their best not to even look at the women, instead focusing on finding some other plaything or continuing with the one already in hand. It was interesting to hear the woman had time for both this, and a career. Ada barely had time for anything other than classes, and with a new job starting in a few days, she wagered it'd be months before Picard could haul her away again. The classes were interesting to her, but mostly served as a cover for what her true task was. Find talented artists, increase their skill and encourage growth, so they could become professionals. Some fell away from their craft, drawn to darkness and depression. Ada would befriend them, then, and aid their way back to the right path. Her job was for a more practical purpose - Picard could only pick so many pockets in a day, and even his luck couldn't cover both their rent checks.

As if able to reach into Ada's mind, Xen pulled the truth from the girl easily. Her mouth parted to speak, no sound came. Instead she leaned back a little before placing her hands in her lap. "W-Well, no, I haven't... quite...y'know." Not ashamed of it, not really, she was just a tad embarrassed at being called out on it. And that Xen was right - she could have fled at any time, declined the woman's conversation, simply waited outside for Picard to return. "I guess, maybe, just a little," she admitted quietly, unable to look at Xen at the moment. She was, honestly, even if she'd never done anything overtly sexual before. Xen obviously knew what she was doing, and although a stranger, Ada would rather her first time be memorable and not something she'd want to forget in the future.

The pluck of the cherry - wasn't that just ironic - called Ada's attention. Curiously she watched Xen pop it into her mouth. Seconds passed, Ada watching her jaw move, and once her lips parted to reveal a detailed knot in the small stem the girl felt a quiver in her chest. She visibly shivered, a quick desire to feel that talented tongue in her own mouth.

Trembling hands took the offered knot. She held it carefully as if it would combust any second. "Wow," Ada finally managed to utter before setting it on the counter beside her empty glass. "You are obviously impressive. Even if I was," - is - "interested, I could not compete with you. I'd hate to disappoint."

 

[darkest_fate]

Good, there was an admission there, a handful. Xen's eyes bore into Ada's, attempting to wrest it out. The muse wasn't just cherry to this life, possibly cherry to sex in general, but didn't even seem to fucking know the pleasures of a woman. Ugh, she might very well be one of those sweet things who defaulted hetero because so many others did and it just made sense. She would have been too wrapped up in life and plans to consider much about relationships, or how she found her gaze lingering on curvy bodies, how the thoughts of her girlfriends sometimes drifted toward how their lips must taste. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to find out that lip gloss flavor directly? Or what about those songs that talked about experimenting, dallying? Why did those sound better.

Those last words had Xen chuckling. "Oh, no, you couldn't compete,' she agreed, knowing she sounded cocky, arrogant. "I've probably been doing this as long as you've been alive. I don't want competition," she reached out, lightly caressing Ada's freckled face. The back of her hand just teased for a moment, before falling. The succubus leaned close yet again. "I want to have you, to take you, to teach you all about this life and your own scrumptious little body. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be filled with such bliss that you'll wonder why you never thought about anything else. Maybe you'll find yourself submitting to another woman, or perhaps this is just the moment where you wake up and continue your professional life with a girlfriend to match.

"But for the love of the gods, stop fucking around," her hand moved back, seized the back of Ada's neck. her fingers tightened about the braids for just a moment, pulling the other woman close, their lips almost touching, "and kiss me before you end up regretting for the rest of your life," and she brushed her lips dangerously close to Ada's. It was oh so tempting to just leak out a little of her powers. To push Ada a little further, make those lips move, make her body melt, fan the flames that were likely already stirring. Xen could. She had before. She almost wanted to.

But no. Not yet. Hells, she wasn't even quite kissing the muse. Her lips were deadly close, brushing against Ada's with every word. The cherry girl could nearly taste the sweetness lingering upon Xen's lips and mouth, feel her hot breath as it puffed promises and made declarations. There really wasn't much room to move that head, do to anything other then feel the lips move, but there was still that little dangling bit, that moment of something close enough to choice.

All she had to do was move her lips.

 

[Rea]

It was highly unlikely Xen had been doing this as long as Ada lived, considering she was decades old - muses had a different lifespan than mortals, and of course, she didn't know Xen wasn't exactly one of those. If Picard was around he would have been able to warn her, as he could sense otherworldly beings while she could not. She said nothing, though, needless to blow her cover, rather busy enjoying the soft affectionate caress to her warm cheeks. Each word pulled at the desire she didn't know she had, the syllables increasing her heart rate by the second. Moments ago Ada hadn't been able to look at her; now, she couldn't look away, utterly captivated by those delicious phrases.

Sudden aggression caused a startled breath to exhale onto Xen's moving lips - Ada stiffened in the seat, enjoying the grip of her hair far more than she wanted to admit. Already she could taste the sweetness of her drink, and some kind of alternative spice that wasn't from her own ordered whiskey. So close to the swirling pink and black the muse had to inhale them, causing her eyelids to flutter as the emotions consumed. Xen had verbalized her desire but now Ada could feel it. Every image Xen had of using the girl this far Ada could see, the one of her dress pulled up with Xen's digits plunged between the muse's legs played clearly. There was even a tiny musical moan that escaped, then, tickling Xen's lips.

The decision had already been made, yet the hesitation made it look like Ada wished to pull away. She didn't, merely stunned by the sensations swirling in and around her body for a brief moment. It took all of two more seconds for Ada to tilt upward. Their lips connected and the girl immediately trembled almost violently. The only option to steady herself was directly in front of her.

Ada's arms rose, thrown around Xen's neck lightly. She grasped her own wrist from the other side, then deepened the kiss by invitingly parting her lips, needing to taste that talented tongue. The muse hadn't realized that by giving in to the kiss, she was giving into so much more.

 

[darkest_fate]

Once more, Xen could almost taste Ada. The delight, the hesitation, the sheer want mixing with the thrill of the unknown. It bubbled out of the pretty muse, as clear as if those pretty lips had started to vocalize it. There was even that moment, just a hint, where Xen thought that perhaps Ada may fully pull away, that she would have to actively chase a little. Yes, chase: now that she was this close, she had no intention of letting the muse wander out of there without being collared and claimed. Xen would etch her name onto this beauty one way or another.

Fortunately, lips met. Xen drew against Ada's, and now she let forth a little of her sensual, sexual magic. Not enough to completely overwhelm the muse: Xen strongly suspected the cherry ran deep. But certainly enough to add a hint of tingle, the magic cascading down to let Ada's body know precisely what Xen wanted of it, of her. Not that her lips wouldn't be indication enough. She drew them against Ada's, pulling the other girl closer to her. Hands drifted along the sides, feeling Ada's dress, and, more importantly, the slender curves underneath. Xen pulled just shy of using her powers to ignite little flames, but may have left a few trails of sparks along the way, just enough to give a nice tingle.

Her mouth opened. She slid her tongue into Ada's mouth immediately, wasting no time. Her tongue staked its territory definitively, twirling about the other girl's, teasing it into action. The thing seemed to have a life of its own, swirling and moving, twisting about Ada's and gloriously taking control. She pulled with her lips as well, a little magic literally calling forth further heat from within the delicious girl. Her hands moved in time with the lips, assailing her from both directions. She pressed harder, and if Ada dared attempt to break before she was ready, Xen would add a sharp little nibble to the lips.

The kiss declared intent far louder than words. She parted, planting another soft kiss on Ada's lips, before biting them, her eyes boring into the other woman's. She'd have her collared within moments now, but she wanted those initial delicious reactions, that blossoming realization of what was laying just before her.

 

[Rea]

Xen hardly needed to use magic at all; simply being this close to the succubus, absorbing her own desire was enough to cause the same within the muse. With their mouths so tightly together every breath released Xen's sexual mists and pushed them down to Ada's very core. Seconds were all it took for the skin to flush, for her thighs to press together and feel a slick dampness deep between them whenever she shifted a leg. Too late for the increasingly desperate muse. Every stroke to the girl's sides amplified with each up and down movement; she wriggled as if being tickled.

The first kiss had been taken ages ago, a fellow muse she'd grown up with, but it was a fleeting touch of lips and nothing more, given their tutor had walked in and interrupted the brief taste. Despite her lack of knowledge Ada learned quickly; by nature, of course, to experience so she may encourage the talents of others. Whenever she attempted to push her own tongue in a certain way Xen took control, not allowing her to move unless directed. Quickly the muse allowed it, as if she had a choice in the matter. Xen tasted of sweet and spice, exquisite and delicious. If letting Xen lead the dance of there mouths meant she could continue tasting her, well, Ada would not protest.

She did need to breathe, however, so she attempted to pull from the kiss. Xen did not allow that. One quick nip was all it took for Ada to stop her brief resistance. The instant Xen released the kiss Ada inhaled deeply, yet the woman's lips did not entirely leave her own. A soft bite caused another shiver; hazel eyes were cloudy with lust. The freedom gave her a moment to come to terms with what she'd just done, and what she wanted to keep doing.

Ada's hands slid down then, with palms pressing lightly from Xen's neck to the center of her back wishing to keep her close. Clearly she was enjoying the moment. Hardened nipples poked into her dress, through the thin black silk bra she wore. Eventually all good things came to an end. Nearly panting, then, Ada knew she must continue this. Every pore cried to be touched, every inch of her skin wanted to feel all of Xen's against her own. The sound of her needy moan was akin to a delicately played whistle.

"You... You'll be gentle, won't you?" Ada asked, knowing full well that this lifestyle didn't always cater to that. At this point she didn't really mind the idea, but it was still her first time. She didn't want the accompanying pain to disrupt the desire she wished to feel. "At least, at first? Please. I, gods, I need you."

 

[darkest_fate]

No wonder every fucking vampire in this place wanted to sink their teeth into Ada. The trembling, horny little muse practically had Xen doing it, and she feasted on a decidedly different kind of energy. She could feel the needy little thing pulling against her, clinging to her even as Xen's lips pulled more arousal out of Ada. The succubus' hands stilled near the hips for a moment, just letting her new toy feel the touch, know what that entailed, what it would mean for her. That moan though; damn. It took all Xen's considerable willpower not to simply throw Ada on the fucking bar and slam their hips together until the cherry treat screamed.

Gentle? Xen chuckled darkly. "You want to make it hard for me, don't you?" she whispered. she lowered her mouth, kissing Ada's lips again, pausing to let the confession through. "You need this," she told Ada, moving to stroke back hair, giving it a sharp little tug, baring throat. She hungrily kissed down, moving along the lip, pausing at the neck. She kissed, the motion soft, but no less possessive. Her lips drew just against the flesh, before moving yet again, arching little points of contact up toward an ear. There Xen nipped again, before whispering:

"Ada," she breathed, "I need to know; how virgin are you?" she kissed the jaw for a moment. Gods, it was hard to slow down, let alone do anything else. Xen's body almost shivered, and she had to remind herself that she was supposed to be the experienced dom here, not the trembling "I know you're new to all... this," she raised a hand, cupping Ada's face, tilting it to look, before tilting back. Xen wanted, needed to meet those pretty eyes for this. "I suspect you've never kissed another woman before," she moved her lips again, planting them with gentle insistence upon Ada's. She lingered, wanting to taste this delight, but pulled back, her own green eyes seeming to almost shimmer with lust. "But I hope I may be the first to have you this way period."

Because a lesbian virgin who was completely untouched wouldn't just thrill Xen on a mental level, but would just be delicious. She was already just starting to taste the younger girl, that delicious innocence more addicting than the drinks they'd shared. Gods, how Xen wanted to ignore the dangling queries, to just take those lips, yank that pretty hair back. To collar her and inflict such delights as she utterly stole Ada's obviously preciously held control for... however long she'd be allowed. Fuck, Xen would clear her godsdamn schedule for someone this utterly delicious.

 

[Rea]

Well, no, Ada didn't exactly want to make this difficult, but she certainly didn't want it all that easy, either. Parting her lips to speak, she found only a sharp gasp sounding when her hair was tugged once more. Losing what she'd been about to say, the girl merely lightly closed her eyes to fully enjoy the affections tickling across her neck. Gods, why did she like that so damn much? It was different than when she'd been a child - boys pulling her hair, pinching her, being cruel little bullies. They'd wanted to hurt her, and it seemed Xen did as well yet in a very different kind of way. She wanted it to hurt with how good it felt. Ada was all too willing to comply with that.

The question was somewhat surprising. Ada frowned, her cheeks darkening with embarrassment. "Well, I've...I've touched myself before," she admitted quietly as if it was a secret. She'd begun to turn away, aiming to shield her blush; Xen put a stop to that quickly. Their gazes were forced together. Her lower lip quivered beneath the gentle kiss. "No, I haven't. I've never used anything, either. I was afraid it'd hurt."

Other than a shower head, that is, but definitely no actual toys. She knew they existed, but really, she'd just been too conservative and shy to ever enter one of those shops.

"You would be. I've never been with anyone before."

Ada leaned in to kiss the corner of Xen's mouth, showing her willingness, but chastity as well. "I really shouldn't be doing this," she whispered, yet her hands did not leave the woman's back.

 

[darkest_fate]

There would be no turning or denying this. Xen wouldn't allow it. Those lips curved back into a slow smile as Ada stammered out that first bit, so quiet, so demure, sharing her gentle little secret. Xen leaned in to lightly kiss again, a sweet little reward for what was obviously the truth. Afraid it hurt? "With the wrong person, it can. It does involve sticking things into tight holes in your body, after all," she replied, eyes flicking down for a moment, a slight chuckle. She let further confessions and a sweet, almost chaste kiss come as well. At that next, she lightly tapped those delicious pink lips.

"none of that," she scolded, "or I'll be forced to punish you," she smiled, before replacing her finger with her lips, again planting an almost soft kiss on the trembling little virgin. The hands moved to cup that pretty face for a few moments, delicately demonstrating the lightness of the touch, the skill she could have. She feathered her hands downward, moving to just flick those dark chocolate braids with caramel digits. she let the touch linger for a moment upon Ada's throat, giving just a gentle squeeze: enough to reinforce, not hurt. "You don't know what you shouldn't be doing, yet," she said. her hand slid downward, nails running along the arms. "You haven't been bold enough to try, to test, to see what delights this delicious body of yours," the hands moved, trailing along Ada's sides. "You can't possibly know what you want. But I can."

She gave Ada's hips a squeeze, before rolling her thumbs against them. "From now on, Ada, you will do as I tell you. You will let me do to you what I want. I am not going to stop just because you sweetly ask, because you don't have the experience yet to know if you'll like it. I do. So you'll trust in my judgement," she ran her hands along those hips, before moving up to tease Ada's back, running along the sides. "You will let me touch you where I will, kiss you where I will, and do whatever I wish to you and your body," she said bluntly, her voice only a little raspy. She ran her touch back down the spine, moving. "In return, I will teach you what you truly desire, and, if it's not me, we can part at the end of the night," she said, moving to lightly kiss Ada's lips again, pouring fire into them.

They so rarely didn't want Xenreia, after all.

She parted. "You will not leave here a virgin, but your first time will be the kind you look upon fondly, shivering with delight. Perhaps,' she smiled coyly, as if she'd read Ada's mind, "even when you're in the shower," she didn't know for sure, but these embarrassed virgins always masturbated there, usually with fingers, but the more adventurous ones at least used the head. It could wash away their shame, after all. Xen kissed Ada's throat again, before moving back.

"Agree," she commanded, "and to show it, you will address me as Miss or Mistress Xen," she curled her lips, "I'll let you pick whichever feels right." Though some part of her wondered why she didn't insist upon her full name. Because I actually like this punchy little muse who melts when I touch her, but coldly and politely declines a vampire.

 

[Rea]

Xen's fingertips upon Ada's lips made the girl sigh softly against them - the vision implanted by the woman's desire returned; Ada saw those digits sliding into her once more, deep and true, before rising to her mouth, forcing the girl to taste herself. Breathing slowly to keep herself calm, despite the rising heat from each gentle touch, Ada kept quiet and still, to enjoy the soft strokes against warm cheeks. It was clear she liked the tiny squeeze, without even realizing it, by the way her body instinctively leaned into it. Back arched, with chest pressing forward, the little sigh shifting to a sharp inhale.

The following words were spoken with such confidence, such surety - every sentence was a command, leaving no question or ability to deny them. It wasn't quite frightening, but it certainly was intimidating. Xen was right, after all - how could she deny the chance to learn? It was her fate in life to begin with, wasn't it? So often she learned merely to teach others and enhance their gifts, mostly focused on the arts, music especially. Ada could count the instruments she couldn't play on one hand. Now she had the chance to learn something about herself; honestly it almost felt a little selfish but, one night wouldn't hurt, right? Even if she did like what was to come, she wouldn't have time for it with the classes and employment in a few days.

Twitching from the touches on her sides and back - only because it tickled - her lips tugged down in a pout against the light kiss that somehow tasted sweeter than any of the others. Ada, then, however, gave a soft dissatisfied "Hmph," wondering how Xen had known such a thing. Her nose even crinkled just a little, a rather cute embarrassed expression, but the last kiss softened her face.

Considering the options - as if she even had one - Ada took just a few seconds to ponder the moment. Xen's kisses felt better than they had any right to; she wanted more, needed more. One night. Just one, to create a lasting memory. She'd have to text Picard, though, let him know she was safe, that he wouldn't need to look for her. He'd probably laugh and say "about time" and ask her tomorrow how it was. She'd blush and wave him away. All right, then, let's do this.

Ada closed her eyes just so she could take in a calming breath, then a slow exhale. "Yes," she replied, opened eyes glittering with concern and excitement - worry and desire. The right title was the one spoken earlier, the term she didn't understand fully, the one Xen had introduced herself as. "Mistress Xen."

The girl glanced around for a moment, not trying to be dismissive of Xen but rather thinking of where they could go. Definitely not back to her apartment; Picard had a nasty habit of popping in unexpectedly and she certainly didn't have the proper supplies. "Wh-Where can we go?" she asked while gathering up her purse and phone.

 

[darkest_fate]

Good, the yes Xen had expected came. Would the succubus have taken another answer? Probably not. She would've simply kissed the delightful little muse until those lips breathed a yes, not caring if she'd coerced it out. Bu it wasn't until the next two were spoken that Xen knew the verbal agreement, such as it was, had been sealed. "Good," she said, nodding. "You're an excellent little pet," she told Ada, again moving forward to lightly kiss her new sub's lips.

Though she frowned at the next question. "We're not going anywhere, not right away," she said, holding out her hand and nodding toward the purse and phone. "You're not allowed those yet. Don't worry: I can inform anyone who needs informing of where good little Ada is," she gave another nod, and raised her brows, reminding Ada that she'd already agreed to obeying everything. as if she needed further: "What you're going to do is hand those over to me. I'll take good care of them." She wasn't about to tell the newbie that the bar had a safety deposit section with tags specifically for this sort of thing, that quite often certain submissives wanted to be taken control of financially as well. Usually Xen didn't go quite for that, but she wanted to take all Ada's available control away to immerse her: no phone or money or card for a lifeline, only trusting her dom.

"Next, you'll go over there," she nodded to a little check in area, almost looking like a coat check or something of the kind, "and inform them that you were a naughty girl and forgot to bring your collar and leash. Your mistress sent you to fetch one so you can be properly dressed to enjoy yourself here." Xen waited another beat before gesturing.

The succubus intended to make sure that Ava's possessions were well cared for. She certainly wasn't going to have any of her subs' property disturbed, not that such things ever happened at this club. They wouldn't last long if they did. And she'd watched Ada as she followed through with the rest. It wasn't simply to determine order: Xen had to determine just what kind of submissive Ada was. The succubus suspected that the muse wanted someone to take control, if lightly, over several aspects, not simply sex, but she knew that each one had limits. She also knew that Ada would stammer and say nearly everything was a limit, so it was a matter of pushing and watching, using her experience and talent to see what aroused or intrigued the young muse, and what made her uncomfortable.

In actuality, Xen loved the challenge, and found the whole thing rather... thrilling.

 

[Rea]

Ada had already unlocked the screen with a single swipe up and pulled up his name when Xen's reply surprised her. Thumb hovering over the keyboard, not having yet been able to type anything, Ada frowned at the woman. She wasn't allowed to have her own things? It felt rather dangerous, trusting a stranger with everything she had on her person. "But… I should tell Picard," she began, knowing that he'd worry unless heard from her. This club was safe enough, of course, but what if she'd gotten bored of waiting for him, and went back to the bus stop? What if something happened to her along the way? Apparently she'd just have to worry about that if he did panic, later, because Xen merely went on with the next command.

With the items still in hand, Ada glanced to where Xen had indicated. A … a what?! A collar and leash? Xen's earlier term popped in her head - pet - and oddly the theme made sense, but she hadn't expected that. Ada hadn't expected to be losing her virginity tonight either, though. This was a night of many firsts for her.

With an exasperated sigh Ada clicked the button on the side of her phone so the screen would darken before slipping it beside her wallet and keys inside, then gently set them into Xen's waiting hands. Ada didn't fully trust her, yet, but she did trust her friend. He wouldn't have brought her here to get robbed; it was he who did that to others, tricky little shit that he was. Not that he tried it here; certain places were off limits, even to the pickpocket. He definitely didn't want to get banned.

Those in the crowd slid discreetly aside from Ada as she ventured through toward her destination. She didn't particularly notice the act, but most had definitely seen the claiming of the girl. Although enjoying the show of the girls kissing, several stared at Ada's retreating back with jealous expressions. Now that Xen had claimed her territory, there were few brave enough to try changing the girl's mind.

A man stood behind the counter, smirking as Ada approached. He'd been able to see it, as well, and wasn't surprised by her arrival. "Can I help you?" He asked, feigning ignorance. "I, uh, well, I guess I need a collar? A-And a leash?" she stammered nervously. The male had to stifle an amused laugh. "Do you? Who says so?" Like he didn't already know. Ada fidgeted. "Oh, uhm, Mistress Xen?" He couldn't help the playful spark in his eyes then, or the twitch of a smirk. "How come you didn't bring yours?" Because she didn't have one, of course, but he knew that, and he knew Xen. He knew she'd told the girl what to say, and was probing for her to obey the exact command. Ada whined quietly, unable to do so - he knew that, too, she wouldn't. "W-Well, I haven't got one," she admitted. He chuckled softly but took pity on her; all newbies were just so cute and shy. "All right, all right, I'll get it."

He turned briefly, plucking a two inch thick purple leather collar, lined with velvet inside for comfort and decorated with three little red bows on each side. Two metal rings, front and back, would allow the red leash several feet long to attach easily on either side. "Here you are, my dear, have fun!"

Ada thanked him then returned to Xen's side. "It's kinda cute," she commented honestly as she handed them to her mistress.

 

[darkest_fate]

Picard must be the friend, the one who went skipping off with Luke earlier. It was entirely likely that said friend wouldn't even think about Ada until the next morning. However, it was just as likely that he actually would be worried. Either way, it really wouldn't do to have Ada freaking out and worrying about such things. So for the moment, Xen let her keep the phone, particularly as she had just the delicious enough idea in hand for it. She'd take it when Ada finally surrounded, but instead of immediately putting it away, she held onto it, simply keeping it close by .Nobody would dare fuck with stuff a demon guarded, even if that demon was a "sexy one" like Xen. She could still wield hellfire if needed.

It didn't take too horribly long for Ada to return ,and Xen wasn't surprised to find the almost adorable collar in hand. She'd have to remind herself to give the man a helluva tip: he'd plucked the newbie collar. That wouldn't just signal to most who knew that Ada belonged to Xen ,but that she was new, which could make things interesting. It also pleased the succubus that Ada handed both it and the lease over without any comments besides that.

"What can I say? I like adorable playthings," she said, before nodding, "hair," she did a quick gesture, enough for Ada to realize that she'd want to lift even the tightly braided hair off her neck so that Xen could do this next bit. She raised the collar, meeting Ada's eyes as she slid it around her neck. Leaning in, Xen kissed again, opening her mouth for just a moment while she tightened it. she waited just until she could feel Ada jolt, knowing just when it would get tight enough to be felt. For a moment, she teasingly tightened it just a notch further: arguably to an uncomfortable level, before loosening it up.

"There, now everyone knows who you belong to," she said, planting another kiss. She pulled Ada's phone out of the girl's purse, handing it to her. "Now, you're right: you should tell your friend. We don't want him to worry, and I can't have you freaking out," she tapped it. "So I want you to write and let him know that Mistress Xenreia is going to be taking your virginity, that you're quite excited, and that he doesn't have to wait up for you, because you're not going home."

The almost dark smile returned, as Xen gave a little tug on Ada's leash. "And if you don't, then first, I shall have to punish you, and then I'm going to write him to let him know, and I promise you," she leaned forward, "I'm going to be much more explicit about what I'll be doing to your cute ass than you," and she kissed cheek again, before once more returning to "waiting expectantly."

 

[Rea]

Although her hair was braided and pinned up, not every little strand was still secured, especially since hands had slid into them disturbing the carefully placed bobby pins meant to hold up the long tresses. Ada hadn't noticed until her palms slid up from behind to lift the little bit now loose so it was free from her throat. A kiss distracted the muse from a foreign sensation of fabric so tight around her neck. Certainly she'd worn scarves or necklaces before - truly it was the strange mental connection to the item rather than a physical presence in place. Tightening the collar to the point of being uncomfortable forced a fearful breath into Xen's open mouth, followed by a grateful whimper after it was loosened. It was still tight, however, never letting her forget or ignore the object firmly in place.

Ada reached up to touch the collar - not to remove it, merely to stroke the buttery fabric and little silk bows. Her hands paused their exploration when offered her phone. She reached for it immediately, but again paused her movements. Stunned by the plan, Ada's brows knit together, though she still took her phone back. Xen's kiss did little to comfort her. He'd brought her here for that purpose, hoping she'd finally throw caution to the wind - hadn't expected much, though. "I could just say I didn't want to wait for him…" A lift of Xen's brow was all it took to let Ada know it wasn't enough.

Not wishing to be punished (not yet, that is, as she didn't know how much she'd like such things) Ada flicked open the screen. Picard's name was still up, their constant text chain open. She wasn't surprised to see a new message from him waiting: "Gonna be awhile, babe. Head home if you want." Ada rolled her eyes in annoyance - if only he knew.

A short tug at the leash increased her attitude. Ada groaned inwardly. A few moments passed for her to type the message - well, a message, close to what Xen instructed but not quite the exact statements declared.

"Thanks, asshole. Doesn't matter. I found a mistress to entertain me tonight. Eager to give in for once. Guess you are my lucky charm."

Ada hadn't expected Picard with his phone so close, instantly able to read the message. He was bent over a bed, getting pounded, but his camera was recording the scene at his head. The chime caused both men to pause. Picard waved his free hand dismissively, letting Luke know to continue thrusting in and out. The one holding the phone typed a quick reply, one he ordinarily wouldn't have, perhaps calling to confirm such things but he was busy after all.

So as soon as Xen was given back the device, it vibrated with a new received message. Ada froze. The prompt of the message showed it's entirety.

"About time!"

 

[darkest_fate]

The scene was very nearly surreal, with Ada texting away at her friend while Xen loosely hold her leash. Of course, Xen had done this sort of thing before, though she often liked it more when the person on the other end of the text chain was a boyfriend or husband as opposed to a friend. once there had even been a wife who'd wanted her mate to have an open relationship. Xen still saw those two from time ot time.

Such idle thoughts passed as Ada returned the phone, "Good Ada," said Xen, nodding. They both noticed the buzz, and Xen raised her brows. "I'm not going to punish you because your friend's chatty," she told Ada, her voice amused. She also wasn't about to give the phone back: Ada's worries had been quashed, and there were always emergency contacts in place. She looked at it, smirking. "He approves," she drawled, before quickly typing back: this is Ada's mistress. She's about to be quite busy cumming her brains out for the evening. Thank you for the toy; I promise to only break her a little.

With that, she slid the phone into silent and dropped it into Ada's purse. She walked right past the muse, giving the leash a little tug, signaling to follow. "You're very type A, aren't you? "she asked over her shoulder. "That explains the intelligence. I bet you're driven as hell too. Forgive me if I'm wrong. This is something of a snap judgment," she wove her way through, gesturing a few times, confidently showing off her new pet. She held the purse up so that Ada could see it, before handing it off to another checker. She took it, nodded, and processed it before giving Xen a token.

"We exchange this, and you get your things back. They're under my name for the moment, as I'm your mistress, at least for now," she tucked the token away into her own little pouch at her side, nodding. "Now then, do you want to have your first orgasm out here in the open or in one of the private rooms?" Again, perfectly casual, not missing a beat. Xen gave a little tug, reminding Ada that answers were to be given promptly and correctly.

 

[Rea]

Oh, good, that little Irish bastard approved, splendid. Of course he did. He brought her here for that purpose. Ada would have been bothered by his instant approval, yet watching Xen type into the phone herself instantly stilled the girl. All right! So she hadn't typed the command word by word but it was for a purpose! He wouldn't have believed that! Picard knew how she texted, her terminology and way of speaking and typing. Such things would have made him think it was not his friend that wrote it. Not graced with seeing his response or what Xen wrote back, Ada could only pout before groaning when tugged forward, forced to follow her mistress into the crowd.

A third term Ada didn't understand. Type … A? Certainly being complimented on her intelligence was welcome but, did that mean, whatever other types weren't as much? "I don't know...I guess? I am going to school. Music therapy."

That could explain why her voice had such perfect tones - not necessarily the aura she radiated. She was distracted by the swirls of dark blue drifting up as Xen lead her prize forward - they were of envy, jealousy. Those wanting to be lead or to lead her, Ada didn't have time to determine, for she was consumed by the sight of her things passed to a total stranger. Xen promised they'd be safe but, still, Ada wasn't wholly content with that proposal.

The following question drove her heels into the floor until no slack was permitted upon the leash. A tug only made her lean forward; she didn't step closer. "What?! Here, now?! Are you crazy? No!" People did that? She'd seen plenty of grinding and touching here already, but had been far too consumed in Xen's touches to notice if anyone did more than the standard club dance she'd seen before. Ada had lifted a foot to step back out of concern then lowered it to the floor without pulling the leash. Realizing her moment of panic, Ada calmed herself with a shame of her head. "No, I don't want to here," if people did such things, fine, she hadn't meant to be disrespectful, though she certainly wasn't up to that level … yet.

Maybe along the way she'd detect Picard's essence; push a little of her own his way and let him know she truly was fine, for now that is. He hadn't left the building, she knew that much, but there were far too many colors here to find his distinct recognizable lime green aura drifting wherever he went.

 

[darkest_fate]

Music therapy? That made some sense given her race, but it was still slightly surprising. Xen made a note to potentially ask more about it later, when she wasn't teasing and taunting Ada into all sorts of delightful activities. She looked up as the girl leaned forward: obviously she'd need a little more leash training. The succubus almost rolled her eyes at the protest, but ended up almost smiling cruelly. She stepped forward, winding the leash as she went.

"Did you forget, Ada?" she whispered, her voice dripping, "Let me remind you," she gave a sharp tug, intending to at least upset Ada's balance, probably to pull her all the way closer. Either way, she'd pull the leash taut for a moment, wrenching that pretty face up. Protests or cries of alarm would be smothered by lips, as Xen wrenched her own against her new pet. As she did, her hand lowered. No subtly this time, no teasing: she went straight between Ada's legs. The dress bunched as Xen pressed, sliding her lips off, almost biting:

"You don't get to say 'no' tonight," she whispered, moving to nip Ada's ear. "Remember? You don't know what you want," she ran her hand up, moving along the collar, teasing it, before tapping Ada's mouth. Meanwhile her hand cupped upward, rough for a moment. She gave another pull, lifting the dress. Her hand slid downward then, moving underneath it. Sometimes you had to be rough, particularly when a sub had been a little moody. "Now, let's see..." her hand sought to see what covered Ada's sex, what pantie she wore. Were they naughty? Daring in an innocent way? Or something more demure.

"You know they all want you, right? Or they want to be you. All those eyes watching as I touch you," she purred, starting to rub, "seeing you start squirming with all those feelings," she nipped the ear again, before moving her fingers once more, caressing. It was rough, insistent, but not painful: she seemed to still remember that Ada was a virgin, that her delicate body needed at least some care. The succubus walked that narrow line, teasing and pushing insistently against that hopefully soon willing body, but also pulling back, not wanting to pop anything or really hurt the thing.

 

[Rea]

A second tug did disturb the muse's balance; Ada stumbled forward directly into the lips of her mistress. The beginning sound of her pleading whimper was cut off quickly. Xen would be greeted with soft cotton boy shorts, tiny boxers tightly hugging her hips. Simple, blue and red plaid - she hadn't intended for this to happen, so of course she hadn't worn sultry undergarments, she simply didn't have any to begin with. More surprising was the dampness felt on the cotton, a clear indication that despite her protests she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

Right, that was the point of this, Ada knew that...but she still couldn't imagine doing such things with an audience. Not yet. The scolding tap upon her lips brought forth a desperate whimper, and not quite a sexual one.

Oh, yes, Ada had noticed by then the continuous stare of others, how their eyes narrowed when they crossed the room. She very well had to see it, those sapphire mists drifting across the room which darkened to a deep ocean as soon as Xen's hand had slid between the girl's legs. It was nearly suffocating. If Ada had better control of her own emotions, their colorful mists wouldn't have bothered her so badly. With a whole new sensation in her own core, the muse was struggling to ignore the surrounding wisps. And if she couldn't control herself, she'd only spill into theirs, enhancing the envy and changing it to rage and greed. For her own sanity, until she could learn to deal with it, she had to get out of here.

"Please, Mistress Xen," Ada whined, a note of pain in her voice. She squeezed her eyes shut to try blocking out their emotions, desperate to focus on her own. The friction between her legs was a welcome intruder at the moment. Xen had said she wouldn't stop just because she sweetly asked, but it was clear this wasn't asking. It was begging. "Not here. Not with them watching. I-I can't do it. Please."