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First Sample & Later Feast (Rea&Fate)

Demure underwear had, of course, been expected. But these comfortable, practical things looked more suited for exercise than for fucking. As if Xen needed any further confirmation that this was wholly unplanned for the little muse. She just smiled, rubbing her hands against that core, determined to spread the wet. Her hand slowed, however, at the notice in Ada's eyes. She watched as they shut: that wasn't a horny reaction, that was a something else. It wasn't even... embarrassment, not really. Xen knew what embarrassment at public exposure looked like. This?

The succubus tugged the leash, leaning Ada forward so she could speak in a softer voice, nearly a whisper. "It's something besides just not wanting to be watched, isn't it? I can tell you're aroused..." she frowned, but gave Ada a peck on the lips. "I don't know what, but I'm not here to torture you... not like that anyway," she pulled back, raising her voice. "Well, pet, since you beg so sweetly, I suppose we can make an exception. I may have to punish you a little for failing to live up to my expectations," the succubus spoke perhaps just a tad too loudly. She'd noticed the audience and, well, yes, she enjoyed showing off, particularly the conquering of a new pet, even more particularly when she'd plucked what nearly everyone there would consider the prize for the night.

Ignoring the handful of protests, Xen gave the leash a tug, just enough to get Ada to follow. Instead of a more insistent pace, the dom slowed herself just enough to give Ada time to move, to catch up, to fall in line behind her and start fleeing. Xen nodded toward one of the VIP bouncers, who nodded back, gesturing vaguely behind them (always non-binary for the bouncer there if they could find). Xen flicked her freed hand, giving another tug. "You're in luck, my usual room is still available. It does mean that there won't actually be a bed present, but I'll decide whether that's an appropriate addition to your first time or not."

Another tug, as she wound her way even deeper into the club. Xen continued to walk slowly, setting a gentle pace, not sure what was going on with her pet, and not wanting to cause her that sort of distress. Her brow had crinkled slightly as well: she was seriously hoping she hadn't collared someone with some untapped trauma or something. Gods, those were the worst...
 
Another tug upon the leash forced a faint, fearful gasp from the girl; Ada had expected Xen to force it nonetheless. To her surprise, there was a concerned whisper; the muse felt it before hearing the words, and it seemed to calm her just enough to stop the shake forming in her legs. It was the kiss that opened her eyes, a quick thankful smile before Xen spoke of punishment. Yes, fine, whatever it took to get away from the sour tasting blue swirls. Thank the gods Xen had some semblance of empathy; the sweet taste of it was far better than their jealousy.

All too eagerly Ada leaned into the tug, her heels falling in behind the pace Xen took. Somehow she knew not to walk alongside her, but to remain behind. "No bed?" What, why? That didn't make sense. Not to a virgin of this lifestyle. Perhaps a couch, then, or something? She didn't know there were other specific apparatuses to lay on, or be bound to.

Learning quickly, Xen barely needed to pull before Ada obeyed the silent command. All it took was a lift to signal a tug was coming. "I'm sorry about that," she said softly as they entered a hallway leading out of the main floor. "I can't handle large crowds." She could, actually, but not at the moment. "It's hard to explain." Couldn't if she wanted to. Ada certainly couldn't admit she was a fae, affected by emotions so strongly.

Simply being away from them brought back that cute little face; her eyes once again beaming with bright curiosity. Ada's lips curled up into a playful, cheeky grin. "So! What next?"
 
For now, Xen intended to let some of the initial confusion remain. It would be slightly easier, and much more entertaining, for it all to be relatively new for poor Ada. She kept leading them from that main floor, traveling a set of stairs up and away from the milling throng of the crowds. The raw sexual energy that flowed through this section threatened to intoxicate the succubus, but fortunately she had a wealth of practice. That and she also had a delightfully delicious morsel padding along behind her, nervously prattling. Xen did pause at the apology, looking over her shoulder, eyes a weird mix of accusation and acceptance. The greens softened as the other girl continued, before Xen turned, moving as quickly as the predator she was.

A hand seized hair, and she roughly yanked a fistful of chocolate brown hair. Her lips seized Ada's roughly, as if to form a very definitive answer. Her other hand went between the girl's legs, yanking the dress up not simply enough to get at what lay beneath, but bunching it, threatening to almost tear the fabric. Soon it would be rolled, shoved, and more or less settled above Ada's hips, her panties bared. The hand moved immediately between legs, working, teasing.

But Xen pulled back, again raising a hand, this time circling about Ada's throat. She gave a tentative squeeze, not enough to actually hurt, but enough to hint, to suggest: another little test, much like the current fingering. She raised her brows, leaving her hand open, but her fingers still stroking, actively stoking that fire. "I don't deal with trauma," she told Ada flatly, eyes narrowing. "So tell me now if there are any... triggers I need to be aware of. I don't appreciate surprises like that. I can't give you pleasure if you start... panicking."

She gave the still clad sex another little swat. There Xen didn't even try to do much damage: light slapping on that area always threw off virgins, both literal and the more metaphorical lifestyle ones. Even that little hint should draw a reaction, not even considering the exposure. "I don't want the stories or the fucking explanation. Just tell me if there's something else that's going to make you start having a fucking panic attack," it was clear that the dom was upset... but also seemed to be less about the fact that Ada panicked and more that it had been unplanned. This was always the trickiest part, to be sure, but Xen's jaw tightened: to think that she'd let her sub feel like that! She'd be hearing about it later.
 
Fearful that Xen was coming in so quickly to perform an angry attack, Ada stepped back with hands raised to defend herself but the succubus was far quicker. Rather than a slap or some other harmful retaliation Xen attacked with aggressive sensuality. Two three-inch long thin pins came free, then, and bounced on the floor silently once Xen's digits forced their way into the girl's hair. They'd already come loose from all the movements thus far - although the braids still kept at the nape of her neck they now had a decidedly messed look, as if she'd already tumbled around in bed. None of that Ada noticed, far too consumed by the thrust of a hand hiking up her dress.

That, and the fierce kiss claiming any protests she might have thought of - forgotten immediately once foreign digits fondled her covered sex. Fabric only increased the friction, heat pushed into her own damp center. Ada's hands fell to Xen's shoulders; she didn't push, or pull, merely resting in place as if to keep herself upright.

Fingers did tense, though; she reacted similarly to the last time Xen's palm grasped her neck. Ada arched again, her breath a trembled sigh faint on her lips. She'd begun to speak but the light slap caused a sharp breath instead; she jumped a little, rising on her toes.

"N-No, there isn't. I'm sorry. I was just overwhelmed," which was true, only by the amount of intense sexual energy threatening to overtake her. ""It won't happen again. I promise." It wouldn't, now that they were alone Ada could better control the flow of feelings.

So it was with a sensual pouting lip that Ada's palms slid down Xen's arms, that playful little smirk returning to show she was fine now, ready to go through with … whatever was going to happen. She even leaned in, resuming the kiss though softer than before, gentle, a show of apologetic affection. "How can I make it up to you?" she whispered against those lips.
 
Ah, the muse liked being treated at least a little rough. That had Xen smiling, nearly mentally purring. She wasn't about to slow her attack, even while Ada breathed out answers and responded oh so deliciously to her queries. Her hungry lips seized her new pet's just as she finished that first little confession, wrenching against them, the succubus's own need slipping through her carefully constructed facade. Thus far Xen had been every inch the careful seductress, teasing and pulling, moving Ada as she willed. But for a few seconds, her own obvious hunger for the delicious little morsel showed. Her eyes seemed to shift, the green growing more intense, almost catlike for a few sharp seconds while she breathed.

Oh, little touches now? Xen chuckled, moving to kiss again, returning affection for affection. "You don't need to apologize for everything, pet," she told the cute muse, before lightly kissing her lips. Her hand pushed harder, and she began working that sex through the pantie. She pushed the rough cloth up against her, even slid, giving it another tug so it would dig in just a little more, better outlining the sex beneath. Her hand slid, palm pressing against the top, while her fingers slid down to cup from underneath. She gave a little lift, getting Ada up on her toes.

Her other hand twisted the leash up, and gave it a sharp tug, tilting Ada's head upward, canting it back. Her lips descended, taking her sub's, twisting up as she went. Her hand pressed harder up, almost grinding now as if she could lift the other girl entirely from the ground. She moved her lips, kissing down to the collar. Again her hand descended, moving from the bunched hair, to slide around that throat, caressing it. She ran her digits along, giving it another tentative, testing squeeze. This time, Xen pressed just a bit hard, actively cutting off air, watching the reaction in those pretty eyes for a few seconds as she thoroughly took control.

"The idea," she breathed, running her hands tighter, "is to overwhelm you in a good way. If you ever encounter someone who wants to take control of your life, but wants to hurt you emotionally, then you need to get the fuck away from them," she paused, considering, even stilling her work on Ada's sex, before shrugging. "Unless you're into that, I guess," she admitted, before sliding her hand up, raising Ada's dress a little further, while her digits played along the waistband of that demure, comfortable pantie. She let the nails drag just along the edge, before sliding down, again caressing the front through the fabric, offering teasing glimpses into what lay ahead.
 
Ada detected the slight change within Xen; her desire was immediately intensified like a fire burned in her core spreading across every pore. Her eyes seemed brighter, and for a moment, Ada wondered if this woman was far more than what she seemed. It could have just been the lighting in the hall? Maybe…

The concern vanished the instant Xen worked between the girl's legs harder. Ada released a short gasp, knowing full well the cloth was dampening from every teasing stroke. The back of her heels, the little points, rose from the floor. It was almost an uncomfortable position, especially when paired by the upward lift of her leash. Thankfully there were plenty of distractions, like Xen's lips falling to her throat and the hand exploring beneath.

Feeling the fingers upon her throat again, Ada was about to let out a needy moan - Xen's hand tightened, shifting the beginning sound of a bell into a whistle, then silence. The muse's knees trembled, her eyes wide and alert - not panicked, though, the twinkle of desire indicating how much she enjoyed the sensation of being utterly at the mercy of another.

Half of her stomach was exposed by the continuous lifting of her dress; her abdomen was smooth, petite, and flushed. Once Xen lessened the grip, Ada breathed out slowly, her thus far silenced moan long and sweet which ended only when Ada forcefully kissed the woman. Her hands back up to Xen's shoulders she pulled, desperate lips laying her need onto Xen's mouth. "Please," she said, this time in a much needier tone unlike the previous panicked tone, "Stop teasing me; I'll go mad if you don't. I can't stand it anymore."
 
The little tug at her throat pleased the muse, that was obvious. But was it the act of choking or the obvious seizure of control? Well, either way, Xen kept working, teasing her fingers along that body, while her lips moved back to kiss just above the collar, tongue sliding across the skin. She could almost feel the girl's pulse underneath her tongue, that little quickening as Xen's hands did their magic work below. They feathered up, and she realized just how far up she'd lifted the poor thing's skirt. With a dark chuckle, Xen let her hands play along Ada's lower belly now, teasing the soft flesh.

A pull, and Xen saw the needy little thing moving up. she let Ada get a kiss in, before pulling back. her hand moved, not to slide as Ada was begging, but to lightly tap, not quite a slap, but coming close. "Naughty little thing," she said. "You're lucky you're not a full pet of mine, or I'd be forced to punish you for trying to take your own pleasure like that,' she ran her hand up and down Ada's still clothed slit, before tapping it a few more times. She gave another little slap, cupping her hand to stifle the blow but not quite the sensation. Fingers curled, and she pushed a little more upward this time, adding a little corkscrew motions. The digit slid up, tugging the pantie along, using it to tease the needy sex below. A tug, then a finger, just her index, slid right down the front, caressing along the center line.

"Maybe I want you a little mad," she purred, moving to kiss Ada's lips again, working toward her mouth. She stroked the girl steadily now, the motion constant, but perhaps a little slow. The long nail teased against her, running along the fabric. Xen would draw it all the way up, just playing with the waistband for a moment, before sliding right back down along that exact same path. "I think you like this. Like having your body teased and tortured just a little bit. You know full well I'm going to make you cum... no, that's perhaps a little light, don't you think?" she gave the clad sex a flick, before adding a second finger, now stroking Ada. "You're going to fucking explode, and you know it. You're realizing that I'm not just talk, that I fully intend to wring pleasure out of your needy little body. All those years building up, waiting," she leaned forward, but didn't kiss Ada. Instead she drew her hand sharply at the leash, pulling slightly, yanking back. She curled it into her fist, and reached up, seizing just a bit of hair.

"Look into my eyes," she commanded, her own seeming to almost shimmer. her fingers kept moving, constantly moving, pressing along the pantie, teasing the slit. "You. Are. Mine. Your pleasure is mine, your mind is mine, and I decide how much you can stand..." she smiled, giving another stroke, now moving with something like speed, watching, "or how much you can't," she'd pause, timing it purposefully, knowing just when Ada would start to react, tapping that still clad pussy, watching, waiting, observing.
 
The dissatisfied groan from Ada shifted to a weak whimper upon the light slap. "Mmmn, not fair," the muse whined almost childishly. Now the teasing had become downright unbearably taunting, bringing forth needy little breaths and sighs with every stroke. A change in motion, the hard pressed swipes in crossing circles, caused the fabric to start visibly becoming wet. Xen could feel it on the long touch down the center.

Xen's kiss was light, further toying with the squirming prize in her hands. "Ahh, yes, yes, I do." Of course the muse liked it; she very well had to, and if she'd known the woman was a succubus, Ada would be able to see why she enjoyed it so. An expert with a novice - no, not even that. A novice had an idea of whatever they were learning - Ada had no clue how much she'd enjoy this.

A second digit applied further pressure - gods above, Ada thought she truly might go insane if Xen kept this pace any longer. Years, indeed - decades of pent up desire the muse didn't even know she had. Xen drew closer; Ada fisted her hands at her sides to stop herself from leaning up to kiss those waiting lips. She obeyed the command, captivated by the predatory gaze claiming her own.

"Yours, right. All yours, j-just, please…" At this point Ada would say anything just to feel more. It seemed she'd be granted that treat. Ada never turned her face away; Xen would see every twitch, the rising flush on her cheeks. She'd hear every soft little gasp, sweet moan.

And of course, the exasperated whimpered moan when Xen ceased her movements. Ada broke the contact, then, her face falling into Xen's chest. The hands holding the woman's shoulders still tightened their grip, nails dug into her shirt. "Mistress, please. Don't stop, don't tease me like that. Please!"
 
Watching the delight in the pretty muse just fueled Xen's fires more. This Ada enjoyed, and even she was likely to admit as much. The succubus kept stroking, alternating her pace to pick up just enough to see the flush rise, the breath catch, the signs, before simmering right back down, teasing Ada closer and closer to the edge, starting to not just tease it, but dance nimbly along it. The succubus shifted her finger, letting the angle run just down the increasingly soaked pantie, pushing with just enough tension to be felt, moving up as she heard Ada giving way, the muse likely realizing just what the succubus was doing.

"Oh? am I teasing you?' asked Xen. "I can't tell," she let her hand swirl a little more. Leaning forward, she increased her pace to a frantic stroking for just a few seconds, enough that it would look like she was just about to push Ada over that edge, before she suddenly slowed. Not stopped, not pulling away, but not giving enough pressure or friction to truly let the poor muse collapse. "You know, I do think I liked it when you gave me those sweet, needy kisses of yours," she shifted the hand holding the leash forward. The leather of the restraint still coiled about her hand, but she extended a finger, running it along Ada's lips. She tapped, hoping that the muse got enough of the signal to dutifully offer a little suck, before withdrawing her hand, twisting.

"Your voice sounds oh so sweet and melodic, innocent like you were," purred Xen. She moved forward, kissing those lips, just teasing and brushing against them. "Sing me a sweet little song, Ada. Let me hear you," she stroked again, stirring the sub, before stopping just short once more. "Oh, but you might just be overheard: we are in a hall still," She raised a hand, cupping Ada's pretty face, tilting it to the left and right, reminding the girl that she stood in the middle of an admittedly mostly empty hallway, dress up past her waist, sex utterly drenching her panties. "But I want them to know just what I'm doing to you, and what you want me to do."

She gave the leash another tug, moving forward to roughly kiss. Her finger pressed, jamming against the pantie below, roughly jostling, before she shifted, pressing her palm against the top of Ada's pantie, fingers stretching downward as she started rubbing, pulling back, breath panting as she listened to Ada's sweet little noises.
 
Ada felt like she was onboard a ship heading into stormy waters. Waves of pleasure up and down constantly, lifted to feel her heart start to flutter with high pitched breathy moans, only for the ship to come back down voiced by throaty, lower toned whimpers. Of course, by then, the muse knew what Xen was doing, and while she was indeed enjoying it - far more than she would admit, if asked - the tide was almost painful whenever the wave came crashing down. It wasn't a pain like she'd felt before - this was different. It was a tightening of her muscles, only to relax as Xen lessened her touch - repeating, over, and over.

A few seconds was all it took to pull free the longest note yet, lasting even as Xen slowed. "Yes you can," Ada replied, not sharply but greedily, while lifting her face just in time to catch Xen's fingertip reaching to the girl's lips. She did catch the indication, her tongue out to lick around the tip before her lips closed around it. Oh, would Ada sing for her, first Xen greeted by not only hearing the song but tasting it. Even if the kiss was faint and soft, Ada's musical sigh would tickle between them.

Honestly Ada had forgotten they were still in a public setting, so lost in the throes of passion and the moment. Turned to each side, her song changed to a short nervous melody. It didn't stop her, though, if anything Xen became more aggressive. The rough kiss returned her symphony to the earlier harmony, louder and more intense this time. Xen would not only hear her, but taste and feel every note she expertly drew from the instrument in her hands. When Xen ended the liplock Ada did not remove her own. Gentle lips kissed every inch she could reach, the vibrations from her moans and cries reverberating into Xen's skin.

Ada would serenade the woman, an opera performed solely to please her mistress. This was what she lived for, after all. Desperate to scream her last note Ada pushed her aura into Xen, and pulled from her, at the same time hoping the circling of emotions and colors would grant Xen mercy enough to finish the anthem she'd taken from the songbird. Ada couldn't even beg anymore; she could only hope the sound of her lust and desire spoke in her tones.
 
In her delight and frenzy at taking this delicious prize, Xenreia had actually made a mistake. Technically she'd made one earlier, when she'd started teasing the girl with people watching. But this one she realized sooner, and realized just how delightful a little error it was. for when she'd spoke of singing, she'd meant metaphorically, those cries and noises and oh so delightful pleas for delight and pleasure. But she'd forgotten something: Ada was a muse. The magic that washed off the fae as Xen teased her overwhelmed the demoness. She felt it seeping inward, tugging at her, and, before Xen could fully realize it, her inner succubus was literally yanked out to the surface.

The skin slid, turning a little more burnt atop the lighter brown. The hair seemed to flare for a moment, little crackles of energy. Most telling, however, would be the long, demonic tail that sprang out from behind, or perhaps the utterly serpentine eyes that sprang to life, literally glowing. For Xen couldn't hold back even if she'd wanted to: the burst of Ada's magic, amplified by the pleasures, had yanked her more literal self outward. It also sang to her hunger, and she drank, suckling in on the excess energies that rippled from her. It flared inside Xen, and she could feel the same burst of delight, that need of energy feeding her hunger. Within seconds she felt nearly satiated, but it overwhelmed, it surged through her like a drug.

Wanting more, wanting to prove herself and to show just who Ada was dealing with, Xen finally let her magic extend outward. Purple and pink energy cascaded, forming smokey trails through the air. It seeped into Ada's writhing body and pulled, amplifying her sexual pleasures. A burst of raw sexual energy exploded inside the virgin muse's core, rippling outward in cascading pulses of raw sexual magic. Xen caught it, redirecting it throughout Ada's body, completing a near circuit. Her hand pressed hard, rubbed, and she knew that this wasn't just going to be some of climax, but a sexual eclipse, something beyond, something that would stir in Ada's soul as the demoness's pleasure seeped in, grabbed the muses', pulled it out, amplified, twisted.

Xen's lips seized Ada's wrenching them, partially to pour more raw desire and power into the girl, and partly to stop more of that song from cascading out, though she knew it to be a good deal more magical than that. Her tongue slid forth, obviously inhuman now as it circled Ada's, wrapping about it entirely, flicking an almost forked end around it, swallowing more cries and pulls and tremors while that orgasm cascaded throughout the muse, rippling into and through and out and---
 
As soon as Xen's energy touched Ada's own she nearly screamed! Her eyes squeezed shut just before the woman began her shift into the true succubus she was - the muse was simply overwhelmed by the duel sensations coursing through her veins, touching every nerve ending and lighting them on fire. Hardened nipples painfully chafed against her bra, same color as her panties, and her entire body shook violently. Gods, she couldn't even think straight. She couldn't think at all for that matter. There was only feeling, physical and emotional. All of Xen's desires swirled into her mind, mixed with her own. She was close, so close, just a little more…

And then it came, as did she - and anyone in the rooms close by. Even if they weren't at that peak yet they suddenly felt it, and knew some otherworldly magical sex had just happened somewhere. Xen pushed back, and that was all it took for the muse's first true orgasm to reach its peak. The last note of her opera echoed directly into Xen's mouth, the sound barely muffled by the intense kiss. The forked tongue was a new sensation, one Ada couldn't focus on at the moment. The ship crested into the storm; Ada literally felt the crackling energy like lightning devouring her skin, her heart, every part of her held in the embrace of pleasure. If not for the panties still in place her thighs would have been coated by the release from her climax. She remained, trembling and moaning for several long, wonderful, amazing moments until, with an exhausted sigh, Ada collapsed into the arms of her mistress. Her lover.

"Gods above…" Ada lazily sighed, at last, her eyes fluttered weakly open. A strange, new color greeted the muse. Purple mists and … an off tone in Xen's skin. Ada leaned back, and her eyes widened with genuine surprise. "...and below."

No wonder it'd been so intense, blowing her mind and soul into another dimension upon her orgasm. She was silent for a moment, taking in the knowledge, before she gave a soft, amused laugh. "I should have known," Ada mused - no pun intended - with a light shake of her head to dismiss her embarrassment. "We're more alike than I thought," she ended, implying what Xen already knew.
 
"Below would be accurate, yes," agreed Xen. Her brow furrowed as she held up an arm, where the skin had gone decidedly more burnt toward her fingers, looking like she'd plunged the arm into a vat of deep black blood and let it dried. She twisted it, noting how far up her arm it went, nodding slightly. she looked to the muse, her eyes still shimmering with magicks and such. There was a slight beat here: with nearly all of her glamour blown off, Xen looked every bit the succubus she was. True, she didn't look quite as demonic as most; her skin was more a burnt ombre than bright red, her horns were currently hidden in her twisted bun, and she'd managed to keep her wings hidden, but she was still quite decidedly a demon.

"I'm legal," she informed Ada, which was all but required given Xen's race. The succubus flicked a hand, her magic rippling to restore her skin to the more mocha brown. It cascaded downward, eliminating the tail, her deformed feet (which weren't visible with her heels on anyway), her horns, and a little more of the discoloration. There was absolutely no hiding her eyes: they glowed brilliant green, the pupils starting to look a little more like hearts than anything else, something she'd transfer if she fully fed.

But "legal" should give Ada at least the necessary level of ease: it meant that Xen hadn't been recently summoned or escaped, had an actual sponsor, and would be very unlikely to suck the other female dry of sexual energies as a result. Xen smoothed her hair slightly, seeming less concerned about the exposure and more just wanting to look her best. If Ada dared try to do the same, the succubus would lightly tap hands or the like: there would be no putting back together.

"Now then, why don't you remove those panties and hand them to me?" said Xen, almost an order. She pointed. "Then we'll head along to our room," she'd wait, tampering down her own slight nerves. Technically Ada could say no, could deny their agreement then and there. Xen hadn't been hiding herself, not really: anyone who knew her would've confirmed who she was. But there were occasional people who were, well, racist about it. Most did seem to realize pretty fucking quickly that a legal succubus dom in a place like this who was obviously known was probably the best type of dom they could possibly have.

Though admittedly, this one was also suggesting that Ada finish the walk down to their reserved room with her bottom half exposed and quite probably wet, but that was more just part of their fun little game than any racial tension.

... probably.
 
Ada was silent for the time being, too busy to look over the strange entity in front of her. Well, strange wasn't the right word to use. She'd known demons and the like existed, but had yet to see one directly in person, at least, not like this. She'd been warned to avoid them, as they were the ones who pulled prime artistic candidates from the path of good they could do. Some of them did that, anyway. Some lived normal lives, as normal as they could manage, but of course, her tutors hadn't focused much on that subject. The muse had only been here a few months, this time. She couldn't fully live in this plane; muses had to return at least every five years for a time to rebuild their magical stamina. Giving themselves to enhance others could drain them entirely if they didn't go home now and then. The old, they retired, never came here and Ada had family she liked to keep in touch with. Picard lived here fully, and she was grateful for that - it meant she had someone to keep her informed of current affairs and advancements among the mortals. They so loved making new things all the time.

"Oh, well, that's good to know," because if she'd tangled with an illegal demon...oh, the consequences would be bad. Very, very bad. Not that she intended anyone to find out, besides Picard.

It was just one night, after all.

Ada was a little sad to see the glamor return - despite the appearance the muse found it rather pretty to look at. She wondered if the woman's skin would feel or taste different when in her true form. Feeling a tickle at the nape of her neck, Ada realized how close her braids were to falling. She only just lifted her hands to fix it when she felt Xen's light, disapproving tap. The girl frowned - well, fine, her hair would only get messier soon enough, she imagined. Yet when she attempted to pull down the back of her dress another tap came - she frowned deeper, her brows knit. The front of the dress had fallen enough to barely cover, but the back had twisted enough it rested at her hip, baring her rear. Ada certainly didn't want to parade around with her ass out, but it seemed she'd be given no choice in the matter. She couldn't say no tonight, not after she'd already done so in the main lobby. It should paint a clearer picture why she'd panicked so, at that moment.

Honestly knowing what Xen was didn't particularly bother the muse - all races, mortal or otherwise, had natural talents. It was clear this was Xen's talent. The prospect of being at the mercy of said talent was thrilling.

And the first orgasm had certainly already cemented that fact.

So, with a slightly annoyed sigh, Ada shimmied her panties down her legs. For a second her mound was seen - despite being a virgin, she was still a woman, and liked being clean and proper. A neatly trimmed patch of brown upon the upper section, though within was smooth, was seen before the dress fell only due to gravity, still bunched at her backside however.

Ada blushed deeply when she felt how wet they were, and was quick to hand them away as if ashamed by that fact. She shouldn't be. It'd felt good, so very miserably delectable. The muse was still a bit shy nonetheless.

She followed Xen anyway, holding her hands together at her chest to stop herself from tugging down the dress. At the door, she paused, a nervous nibble applied to the corner of her lower lip. This was it. So Xen had made her orgasm, fine, but she was still pure within. If she crossed that threshold there would be no turning back. She wouldn't be leaving that room still intact. Xen could see that moment of apprehension, feel how Ada questioned the decision she'd made.

But it was already done. She couldn't turn back now. Gods, just that first one had blown her mind. If it could get better, and she knew it would…

Ada exhaled slowly, calming her nerves, then smiled, and nodded.

"I'm ready."

So she thought.
 
The deep, devilish part of Xen utterly thrilled at this. She had a muse, one good enough to amplify her abilities to the extent that she was pretty fucking sure she'd have made half the VIP floor orgasm on the spot if the doors weren't magically reinforced. They'd probably spilled over all the same anyway. And Xen felt fucking charged as hell: she always got more amped up from sexual contact, but Ada was less like charging a battery and more like grabbing onto a fucking lightning bolt. Except usually you didn't want to fucking grind on that bolt to feel the charge ripple throughout your godsdamn pussy.

With Ada's pantie in hand, Xen sauntered down the hall. Her hips swayed with each movement, aided by heels on her own magic starting to seep out. The succubus couldn't help but radiate desire under normal circumstances. With this much energy charging her, she let it seep out of her in utter ripples, seeping under and around doors. She sauntered up to her usual room, pausing as she felt a moment's tug at the leash. Xen looked back then, seeing the pantieless girl standing there, nibbling her lip. This was the choice moment, technically. The 'no going back" sort of thing.

Xen waited, surprised at her own patience, watching the girl with glowing eyes. I'm ready. "You know, I think you actually are," the succubus purred. She gave another teasing tug, nudging Ada closer. Their lips met again, with Xen leaking just a hint of her magic, letting the tingling energy caress Ada's lips, seep into her. When they parted, there was another little ripple of smokey violet energy between them, wafting away. Smiling, Xen turned, gently tugging Ada inside.

The room within would likely both match what Ada pictured and defy expectations. in many ways, it resembled an upper class lounge. There was a long, low black leather couch, a glass table set before it. There was what appeared to be a glass wall, but the glass was black, only partially reflective. Low lights overhead cast enough light to see, but not to truly illuminate or wash out.

Yet there were bits she'd never seen. An apparatus on the wall looked almost like a cross. Several points in the room had rings locked through them: on padded walls, on ceiling, on couch. There was what almost looked like a padded sawhorse set up in one corner. There was a set of what appeared to be adjustable straps and loops made of leather dangling from one part. Various apparatuses stood freely in parts. There was an almost artful cabinet on one wall that appeared to have several dark materials set against it.

"It's all likely a bit much for you starting out," admitted Xen. She doubled back, removing the leash. "This will just get in the way," she explained, before gesturing. "As ready as we both are, I'm wagering your curiosity outweighs your lust a little," she nodded. "Feel free to examine a few. I'd recommend a bench.. probably that one," she pointed at one that would let Ada be strapped down, her legs propped up almost like she was at a gynecologist's office, "or one of the less complicated swings," she frowned, looking Ada over. "You... may want to remove your dress. We can get you changed into something else, or you can just save us the trouble and be naked for the remainder of the evening," she considered, wondering which she preferred, tapping a finger.

"Collar stays on though. That remains until I take it off."
 
Along the way, Ada's eyes traveled between Xen's sultry, sexy sway and the swirls of colors misting off of her figure. Most of the mists from the main area radiated pink with black; it was surprising to see purple instead. Likely due to the otherworldly form displayed; Ada had thought the black would return once Xen resumed her human state but it didn't. She watched as those wisps slid into any crack available. Interesting.

Even more so was the touch of lips to her own, the push of Xen's magic quick to stir the flames within the muse once more. She visibly shivered, dazed by the sensation until she felt a tug upon the leash ushering her inside the room.

She took the view in at once, glancing first to the left and slowly crossing to the right, taking everything in. There was no bed that she could see, true to Xen's word, but that thought appeared for a single second before she started focusing on individual items within the room. Indeed it was a lot to acknowledge at once, Ada welcomed the distraction of removing the leash, just so she could try rationally thinking what certain things could be for. It was the loops littered throughout that made most of it clear - people were meant to be bound to them. She was meant to be bound to them.

Well, shit.

"I had no idea…" the muse spoke quietly, mostly to herself. Ada followed where Xen pointed, a curious brow lifting as she struggled to figure out how exactly she'd sit in the thing. "Oh, sure, I will," the muse added, noting she would remove the dress once she finished her explorations.

With the fluid movement of a dancer Ada traversed the room, stopping at the cross with a quizzically tilted head. Then to the main lounge couch, where her fingertips trailed lightly across the back as she walked past it. There was some ambient energy there, left behind by whomever had last sat on it. Nothing spectacular.

Not until she came to the bench Xen had pointed to. With a shaky hand she went to touch the padded headrest - and instantly jerked back as if it had shocked her. Whoever was last here had a grand ol' time, it seemed, forcing a quick rise of pink to Ada's cheeks. She wondered how much of her own aura she'd leave behind at the end of whatever this was.

Satisfied, for now, that is, and rather curious of the unknown, Ada set to work removing the rest of her clothing. And, of course, the sweet innocent little thing turned her back to Xen - yet there was a tiny smirk upon her lips, a tease and challenge, making up for the torture she'd felt in the hall. Besides, her bra was still on, and even as her dress fell her breasts would remain covered. She wanted Xen to watch her, as her hands slid back to unclasp the small loop and hook holding it on. Once it fell, and she was nude save her heels, Ada stepped sideways out of the pool of her clothes, and the shoes themselves.

Entirely bare, smooth caramel skin fully exposed, Ada turned with her palms at her breasts. But half way into facing Xen, they fell, instead drifting to her back. Light brown nipples stood out proudly - there were some freckles here and there, but no scars. A single obvious mark was shown upon her half-twirl, though, and they weren't even that big. It looked like birth marks.

On the back of each ankle were dark brown, almost black, inch long identifying marks. On the left was a music note, and the right, a painter's brush. Most shoes or socks could hide them, as they settled just above the base of her foot. Each family of muse had their crests, indicating what talents they had been birthed to enhance. These were hers.

"Can I put them somewhere?" Ada asked, moving to pick up her clothes - it was her best dress; she didn't want it to get wrinkled.


// edited to fix that the leash was removed, not collar, and a few typos
 
Once more Xen found herself smiling knowingly, watching as the muse took in her whole new world. She casually strode over to a chair that looked more like a throne than anything, likely set there precisely for this. The leather had a deep red color, one that seemed to almost glow as she slid into it. One leg went over the other, her dress rising to show an expanse of mocha thigh. The succubus tapped a nearby table, and a glass of wine seemed to materialize, swirling out of mists. She took it, sipping delicately while glowing green eyes watched Ada's explorations. Interesting... the muse seemed drawn to certain devices. Curiosity? or was there something else?

The succubus's hungry gaze settled upon Ada as she turned back to her mistress. There was a slight nod of the head, another delicate sip before she set the glass aside. The eyes narrowed, focused, scanning the entirety of that body. As a hand went to undo the top, the eyes snapped. They followed the path of the fabric as it fell for a moment, before snapping back just in time for the hand to tease a loop. When all fell, Xen let her gaze follow that path once more, before slowly working her way up.

Truly the muse was exquisite, but then again, so were most females when bared to their core. Xen idly thought of asking her to remain in the heels, but decided the natural look better suited Ada: plucked from nature itself, like some frolicking fae of old. Those eyes raked upward, noting each and every marking, brows raising slightly at the muse family markings: as if Xen needed further confirmation. They traveled up, lingering upon the breasts. Her tongue slid outward, wetting her lips, the forked tongue seeming to almost flick for a moment, before she trailed her gaze back up, locking into the muse's eyes.

"Don't move," she ordered, her voice firm. She took another drink. "I want to bask in you," she let her gaze roam slowly, traveling back down along the length. No other had seen her like this: exposed, ready for taking. The collar stood in stark contrast to the rest of her nude form, a reminder of why she was here. But gods, was she exquisitely made. Xen let her gaze linger upon not simply the more obvious locales: the perky breasts, the slight, delicately trimmed ruff above her mound but upon the little additions. She took in the dotting of freckles, spots like a fawn's amid the lighter brown. She lingered on the twirls, before settling down, taking in the slight line of her body. It was a look of appreciation, of admiring an artwork as much as lusting after another being.

Xen took another sip, still lingering, but lowered. "You may put them over there," she gestured toward a dresser clearly made for such things, even having a hanger present. "Then fetch..." she tapped her lip, "a set of bracelets and anklets, I think," she nodded, where Ada would find such things. But if she went in expecting jewelry, she'd be mistaken. These were obviously more gear, many made of leather and encompassing almost an entire forearm or ankle. "The ones with the interchangeable locks. I imagine we'll be hooking you up to most of the devices in here before the evening's done."
 
Where had the wine come from? Ada had been the only one moving across the room; she'd seen Xen take a seat in a wealthy looking chair but not move after that. The glass had appeared when Ada was looking aside at the strange chair that gave her such a shock. She noticed Xen held it as she began to undress but didn't directly ask how it happened.

Not yet. Clearly the powers of a succubus were unknown to her. Clearly, a lot of things were unknown to her.

Having slightly bent down to retrieve the dress she paused when told not to move - she did so anyway, not down but up, back to the standing position so her body was upright, properly displayed for full viewing pleasure. Xen's desire for the muse radiated into Ada; she felt … different. Sexier, in a sense. Just knowing such a powerful domineering person wanted her. Her. No one else. It made her move nonetheless, in a subtle way. Her back arched, accentuating her curves by pushing her chest forward, weight cocked on one hip.

Only when indicated where to place her things did Ada fully move out of position. Her bra and shoes were casually placed aside, but given how she hung the dress, it was obvious that part was important to her.

Then, she moved to where directed - frowning a little at the sight of such binds. This was requiring a lot of trust Ada wasn't sure she possessed yet. Against a wall with only a leash holding her in place was one thing. To be bound totally, unable to pull away at all … it was a little nerve-wracking. Her only saving grace was that the items were lined with a soft material, friction and twists wouldn't harm the skin they bound.

Ada glanced to Xen, making sure she'd selected the correct bindings, then returned to the mistress so she could hand them over. Most of them. Gods, Ada knew she'd be sore in the morning. The muse turned away from Xen, glancing around at the various hooks, which begged the question …

"Which first?"
 
The preening did not go unnoticed or unappreciated. Not that Xen needed to lavish more compliments or praises upon her little plaything. But she still allowed herself a pleased smile as she watched Ada adjust slightly, stand with slightly more confidence. Nice to know that her words and deeds had some impact for the cute little thing.

When the items came, Xen rose to meet Ada. She adjusted their position on her partner, cinching them tight around her wrists, giving a little tug, adjusting with a finger underneath to make sure everything fit appropriately, even kneeling down to check the ankles, though she mumbled the entire time. The last thing she wanted was for these to be done incorrectly: too loose and Ada could fall or slide from something. Too tightly and they'd cut off circulation. Too many amateurs didn't know the first thing.

"Oh, we're not stringing you in a machine first," she said almost laughing. "Gods, you looked terrified just touching them," Xen clicked her tongue. "We have to get you used to restraints first. It's obvious you don't entirely trust me. If I wanted to throw you in the deep end, I'd have told you to grab the latex arm binders." She walked over to where she'd had Ada fetch gear, pointing to a set of long latex gloves that would've completely sealed her arms together. Instead, Xen grabbed what appeared to be an adjustable chain of some kind.

She hooked one end around Ada's bracer on the right, tugging it back and behind the girl's chest, until it was near the one on her left. She lowered this, and clicked both together. Xen adjusted the bindings so that Ada could still move her arms slightly, but not bring them back around front or pull them away. Satisfied, she turned back, grabbing what appeared to be several little bullets, which she cinched onto her fingers. She rolled them across Ada's now bared stomach, letting her get a feel for them, using body heat to warm, as she slid downward.

"There's almost too many things I could do with you in such a short amount of time," she said, sighing as she flicked her fingers, activating the balls so they started gently vibrating against Ada's skin. She started rolling her hands, teasing in much the same way as before, only she seemed to be a little more... explorative than teasing. She'd linger in what to Ada may seem unusual spots: belly, sides, underneath her breast, her lower back. In truth, Xen was using the vibrating massagers to get a read for Ada's body and sensitivity first, wanting to learn all she could about her toy in a short amount of time.

Speaking of: "I don't suppose you've any objection to my using a strap on? Medium sized. But I'll not have some idiot boy coming along after me, claiming to be the first to insert something into your body proper."
 
Ada watched with uncertainty - at first - as Xen began to attach the bindings in place. They weren't even attached to anything yet but she could detect the woman's internal concern - that she meant to keep her muse in place, but not harm her unnecessarily. She lifted a curious brow upon hearing faint undetectable mumblings - was she truly that worried? It made sense, to Xen, and it calmed Ada considerably. The actions spoke volumes of Xen's expertise - Ada felt rather gifted to be in the hands of such things. Yes, it was new, and even a little scary, but it wasn't wholly unwelcome.

"Hmph," came a familiar sound, a dissatisfied hum - she wasn't terrified, thank you very much - just thrown off by the lingering emotions sticking to such things, and okay, sure, a little fear of how they worked exactly. She received the previous inhabitants' feelings but no visions of them - those only came from whoever touched her, sensually or not. Seeing a classmate holding his newly bought guitar or a teacher struggling to teach a student the violin. Even a stranger, who touched her shoulder behind the line of customers to let her know they were squeezing past the thin aisle. That was why she'd reacted so quickly to that female vampire's touch at her hair. And she found that vision decidedly distasteful - teeth upon her skin was fine, but not being drained to the point of begging Picard take her home to recover.

Despite the latches in place Ada did what most newbies would do - she twitched some, didn't pull to disobey but only to test what the new item on her body could allow. It wasn't a challenge, just a self-test on the limits in place.

Like the songbird she was, Ada released a quiet little chirp as the odd device began to thrum upon her bare skin. For the most part she was able to stay still; at her sides she squirmed a little, tickled, and at her breasts she echoed a low sigh. It felt rather nice, in a way, easing at the muscles who had constricted so tightly just a bit ago.

"Oh, I, uhm, well," Ada knew the answer she was supposed to give, and wasn't hesitating because she didn't want to say it. The image of such a thing, staring into Xen's eyes as she was taken so wholly, purely, filtered into her mind. Ada felt her cheeks warm at the idea, and was quick to mentally shake away the sight. "No, of course not. I am yours after all, right? To do with as you please."
 
The succubus took her time with this, letting her hands, now effectively massaging her pet, simply wander. They wandered with purpose: seeking out areas Xen's experience told her may garner reactions. They rose under breasts, over belly, down the rounded buttocks, across thighs, upward and skimming around the pubic area (Xen already knew that area would more or less be sensitive), back up, even heading underneath her armpits for a few moments, checking as if she were tickilish. In a many ways, it would almost seem like being examined by a doctor, though most doctors didn't take evident delight in little melodic coos or gasps. Eventually she'd began honing in, finding those areas and teasing them more, along with adding some lower belly massages (that had been an intense orgasm, after all).

"you actually like the idea," said Xen ,her voice a little light and teasing. Her hand slid down a little ,ruffling the pubic hairs, massaging there with a few taps. The succubus leaned forward, lightly kissing some exposed neck. "Mmm, I wonder if it's the idea of my taking you, the possible intimacy, or if you've still some lingering inclination that you may be straight," she ran her hands along that body, teasing the curves now, before coming along to Ada's breasts. The vibrators were drawn around the edges now, before moving steadily inward, going in a sort of spiral pattern.

"You may be, but I doubt it," said Xen, shrugging. "It hardly matters: you're mine for the night regardless," she let the thrumming toys on her fingers trail up the path of Ada's breasts. Now they began actively circling the nipples thrumming, surrounding the pretty muse with them. Xen almost seemed to be tuning Ada, the motion likely resonating with the musically inclined fae. Her fingers drew till she was massaging the nipples directly, looking deep into Ada's pretty eyes.

"Mm, don't look away," commanded the succubus, tapping the nipples in a rippling wave, "I like to see your pretty eyes as you feel it. You just look so utterly delicious as you do." She trailed inward and upward, outright pinching the nipples between vibrations now, studying, curious if she might even be able to inflict an orgasm through breast play alone. Sometimes that was the case, particularly with something like this. Xen intended to tease Ada's body into sensitivity regardless.
 
Ada didn't bother trying to stifle her voice or stop tiny twitches from the explorative touches - she knew that was the point of this, to find the spots which would make the girl wriggle in delight. Of course around her breasts and mound Ada's breath exhaled slowly, sweetly. At her thighs and beneath her arms, the muse jerked - not attempting to get away, but because she was indeed, quite ticklish, and evident by the soft quiet melodious giggle.

It was the kiss upon her throat, however, that drew the most intense reaction. The flutter of her eyelids, the tremble in her knees, the lengthy throaty moan - seemed to be her most sensitive zone, given it had only been Xen's lips and not the humming toy teasing elsewhere.

Brown tips were already firm by the time Xen began to focus solely upon Ada's breasts. "I don't mind the idea," as if she had an inclination of a choice in the matter. Certainly she had noticed a woman's body before, even finding a warmth within at the sensation, and a curiosity had lingered in the back of her mind. "I've never really thought about it before." But that's what tonight was about. Ada knew nothing - how could she choose what she was not aware of, had not experienced before?

And she was very much enjoying it, hesitant but ready to learn. For now.

She had glanced down, watching those confident pretty hands work on her body, yet Xen was quick to return their gazes by command only. Ada looked back up, finding that her torso was shuddering with every vibration and pinch onto the small light brown firm tips. It didn't take long for that serenade to play again, a slow build of whistling breaths and tinkling moans.

"Are you trying to tease me into madness?" Xen wanted her "a little mad", but gods, she didn't dare pull directly from Xen's energy again. That would drive her crazy. It'd been dangerous enough the first time and now she knew better.
 
Always intriguing to note where a sub could be tickled as easily as where she would be aroused. Sometimes it made for an intriguing punishment, as it would make someone light headed and joyful, which wasn't a bad headspace to be in for what was to come. Xen catalogued those, but couldn't help but notice Ada's more direct reaction to the teasing lips upon her throat. Naturally the succubus couldn't let that slide. she'd already been lightly kissing Ada in general, but now was moving to pay far, far more attention to that beautiful, collared throat.

her tongue slid a little, moving around that mark of ownership as it drew. She'd just flick an area before closing her lips, sucking and kissing for a moment. Her tongue gave a little swirl, before she kissed her way back up, nibbling at an ear for a moment, smiling all the while. There were more responses, almost absent. It thrilled Xen that it felt like the most prevelant reaction she got from Ada was curiosity, even now, standing naked in a room with a succubus, she was still more fascinated and wondering than anything else. What sort of person was like that?

the best kind. Even better as she was deliciously attractive, her body exquisite and one that Xen was thoroughly enjoying teasing and sampling.

Her hands focused in on their work. She was still sort of testing, figuring out just what parts of Ada most enjoyed this, but she was also just outright teasing those nipples now, pulling at them, prodding. At one point she pressed two sets of vibrators against a peak. She held it there, pinching firmly, not giving it or Ada any option of where to go, just letting her feel the thrumming sensation. She ground the two together, rolling the nipple, before letting her fingers slide, spiraling out along the rest of the chest, teasing it.

"Mm, that's part of the idea," admitted Xen. "Right now, I'm mostly seeing if I can get you to cum from teasing your precious little nipples,' she gave them another pinch, before starting to more actively caress them with the little buzzing toy. Her lips moved to kiss the neck, taking another nibbling little bite. "Don't worry: I'll be taking your body for my pleasures in good time," she let a hand fall, darting the toys and thrumming around Ada's sex, teasing her upper thighs before just drawing a singular line across the center, running toy along nether lips for just that length.

"I may actually let you pick on which surface you lose your first time. It is supposed to be special," she kissed Ada's lips then, another soft little peck, an actual promise that she'd follow through this time. "All you have to do is be a good little girl," she teased the breasts again, "and that means mistress wants to see if you can cum with your cute little nipples. Not without permission though," she tapped them. "Always with that, except that first time," She gave a teasing smile, "I'm not cruel: you'll be allowed to cum as often as you want when I take your cherry."
 
Whenever the warm skin of Ada's neck was drawn between Xen's lips, sucked upon and kissed, the girl quivered. Most girls would know what happened to the flesh, then, but Ada didn't. She wouldn't realize until much later how many tiny little red marks would appear, and that she'd need to wear a scarf or turtle neck for several days until they vanished. Xen's breath tickled her ear; she hadn't meant to but Ada turned away from it, far too much enjoying whenever she whispered such delicious, naughty words to the muse. At least this time it was just a hungry smile and no actual sound. Not yet.

Two tiny toys teased a single tip at once - Ada cried out into the room from the intense vibration pushed into her chest, as if it had shot directly into her heart then slid down between her legs. The pleasure was almost starting to hurt, all her blood focused on the three most sensitive parts of a woman's body. The muse sighed gratefully when the pressure was released, though a soft touch after such a harsh one did little to expel the rising need. In fact it only exacerbated the desire; duel sensations releasing her lust in sleek pleasure starting to glisten between her legs.

Despite the obvious pleasure she felt, the way her body reacted, the muse seemingly paused all feelings for just a single quizzical moment - "You can do that?" - as if Ada hadn't figured that out by now. Was it possible to orgasm, from just that? She certainly felt she could. Never had her breasts been given such attention. Then the teasing returned, lips kissed that same location, and the muse was right back to being the squirming little virgin she had been a moment ago.

"Oh, I'm sure yoouu…" Ada's sentence became interrupted by the hand falling between her legs. The word changed to a loud, echoing, passionate vibration as her lips pressed together. Amplified by sudden direct contact to her sex came the sound of a dozen pressed lips humming together in perfect harmony. "...that you will." Ada rather looked forward to it. Xen seemed so focused on touching, kissing, playing with her muse - Ada wondered what Xen would taste like - as delicious as her lips?

She couldn't think about that right now, nor what item she'd be bound to - or that term she still didn't totally know but was beginning to understand. The little touch between her legs only fanned the flames further, until she was sure that yes, she very well could release just from this. In fact it didn't take long at all for Ada to be thrumming with need. Fingers curled into her palms, and knowing Xen would want to see every emotion, she gazed up at her. Lightly she bit her lower lip, trying to hold off, to impress the succubus - and barely a few more minutes passed as she sang for her, until her lips parted.

"Pl-Please, Mistress, I n-" Ada paused. She needed to. She wanted to. But that wasn't asking, that was demanding. "Please, m-may I cum? Please!"

At least she was a polite needy little muse.
 
The succubus chuckled at Ada's questions. "Ada, dear pet, I'm a succubus. The list of ways I can make you cum is almost as exhaustive as you're going to be," she offered teasingly, moving to kiss her little prize yet again. Technically with the right application of magic and skill, Xen could get just about anyone to cum wherever or whenever she wanted. It truly only took just the right burst in the right areas to make another's body explode. Hells, Xen had helped train certain people's bodies, developing fetishes and all sorts of teasing spots. Right now, she was fairly certain she was already amplifying Ada's sensitive neck, but having a cute fae sub that would start getting aroused when kissed on the neck was just wonderful: Xen could mark ownership and get Ada excited about it.

So there might have been just a hint of that pink smoky energy seeping around Ada's neck, just enough to amplify the sensations as the muse already squirmed under Xen's masterful touches and teases. The succubus focused most of her efforts around that perky chest, teasing the nipples with thrums and tweaks and pulls in all the right directions. She'd already tuned Ada; now it was a matter of playing her body like the maestro Xen clearly was. Just listening to those little cries and squirms was excellent.

Xen did move a hand along Ada's arm, going down to where she was bound, teasing those for a moment as if to remind her of just what she'd submitted to. Her brows raised as Ada stammered, and for a moment, she stilled, just long enough for Ada to slightly switch her phrasing. Xen smiled then, moving to pressing her hands tightly against Ada's breasts. She felt them sinking in as she used just a bit of muscle, pulling the flesh tight around her, digging the thrumming toys against Ada's body.

"And what if I say no?" she asked teasingly, pressing her lips to Ada's neck and releasing another little smoky burst of power, purposefully amplifying that exact spot for a moment. "What if I say that Ada only gets to cum when she's a good little muse," she moved, kissing the side of Ada's mouth now. Her hands ground for a moment, before she pulled back, just massaging now, almost as if to make sure there wasn't pain from earlier. "You have my permission to squirm, pet," she told Ada, kissing her cheek again. "But I think I need a little more sweet begging from you," she gave another twirl of her hands, spiraling up to press against the nipples. "Maybe with some specifics as to what exactly you're feeling, hmm?"
 
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