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- Feb 5, 2012
Pink mists swirled around the muse's face and hair, drifting up from every little kiss Xen had placed on Ada's throat. She didn't realize that's where it was coming from; there were so many puffs of smoke lingering that she couldn't detect the change Xen had taken, that she was directly using her own magic to intensify the colored clouds. Both women were surrounded by a haze of light red and off white fog; Ada desperately wanted to dismiss the vision, but even if she did so, it'd still be felt. Every time one of the coils touched Ada's skin it felt warm, wet - like a tongue tickling for just a second, enough to feel but not to linger.
What if Xen said no? Gods, Ada didn't know what she'd do. Tempting as it was to pull the energy inward, it likely wouldn't work again anyway. Ada wasn't used to pulling emotions in; she was better suited at pushing her own into others. It probably only worked earlier since it came as a surprise to both of them. Another kiss, another push, forcing a sharp high pitched whine to tremble from her lips. "But I've been good," Ada snapped quietly. She had, hadn't she? Obeyed every command thus far, albeit hesitantly and a little sneakily. She'd kissed when told, agreed when prompted, undressed when asked. That was part of this little game, though, as Xen had noted: Ada liked the tormenting teases, as it helped sweeten the first time. A slow build and a learning experience, the succubus keeping her promise to showcase just what the virginal fae needed. Ada just hadn't been aware of how intense it'd be.
Told to list every sensation only made Ada focus on them. How to describe the emotions she felt, how to detail every nerve calling to be touched? The muse whimpered lowly, longingly, for a moment, taking the time to recover how to speak.
"I-I can see it," Ada murmured, unsure whether a succubus could detect emotions visually like a muse could. Likely the sensual ones, but there was something more here. Desire, sure, that was apparent. "The colors we emit, it feels like tongues tickling my skin." As if on cue those hues brightened, wisps rising faster to surround the muse and her mistress wholly in a sort of cocoon. It felt tight in the atmosphere, at least to the muse. "Your kisses, and the air...gods, I can barely breathe."
She'd said that to Picard when first entering, which made sense to be suddenly cast into a room of similar auras. Now that a being of true ability to cause such sensations was teasing the innocent little fae, it certainly felt worse - better - than before. Now there was only one focused on her, someone who knew how to bring forth that energy expertly. It was a side-track lingering desire of a crowd then - this was solely for her, for them now, and Ada was intoxicated from it. Perhaps that was a little hint to her own personal inclination Xen was wondering about.
Ada's song played again, a moment of her musical moans temporarily distracted by what she was feeling unable to directly voice the words. After a long sigh, the muse refocused - barely.
"Every touch is like a little shock. Electricity, on my skin then deep inside. Your lips...Mmmn, like fire that burns but doesn't hurt. Mistresssss~"
The title lengthened into a hissing echo, torn from clenched teeth struggling to stifle the want of her body to climax
"...~pleease!" Ada shook in place, yet her body curled instinctively. Her legs parted, chest forward, trying to pull the desire from Xen without using powers to do so. She could have. Wanted to.
But didn't. That wasn't part of the game anymore. Xen had said so - she would do as told, let whatever the succubus wanted to do.
But damn, if she'd known how hard it would be to do just that ...
What if Xen said no? Gods, Ada didn't know what she'd do. Tempting as it was to pull the energy inward, it likely wouldn't work again anyway. Ada wasn't used to pulling emotions in; she was better suited at pushing her own into others. It probably only worked earlier since it came as a surprise to both of them. Another kiss, another push, forcing a sharp high pitched whine to tremble from her lips. "But I've been good," Ada snapped quietly. She had, hadn't she? Obeyed every command thus far, albeit hesitantly and a little sneakily. She'd kissed when told, agreed when prompted, undressed when asked. That was part of this little game, though, as Xen had noted: Ada liked the tormenting teases, as it helped sweeten the first time. A slow build and a learning experience, the succubus keeping her promise to showcase just what the virginal fae needed. Ada just hadn't been aware of how intense it'd be.
Told to list every sensation only made Ada focus on them. How to describe the emotions she felt, how to detail every nerve calling to be touched? The muse whimpered lowly, longingly, for a moment, taking the time to recover how to speak.
"I-I can see it," Ada murmured, unsure whether a succubus could detect emotions visually like a muse could. Likely the sensual ones, but there was something more here. Desire, sure, that was apparent. "The colors we emit, it feels like tongues tickling my skin." As if on cue those hues brightened, wisps rising faster to surround the muse and her mistress wholly in a sort of cocoon. It felt tight in the atmosphere, at least to the muse. "Your kisses, and the air...gods, I can barely breathe."
She'd said that to Picard when first entering, which made sense to be suddenly cast into a room of similar auras. Now that a being of true ability to cause such sensations was teasing the innocent little fae, it certainly felt worse - better - than before. Now there was only one focused on her, someone who knew how to bring forth that energy expertly. It was a side-track lingering desire of a crowd then - this was solely for her, for them now, and Ada was intoxicated from it. Perhaps that was a little hint to her own personal inclination Xen was wondering about.
Ada's song played again, a moment of her musical moans temporarily distracted by what she was feeling unable to directly voice the words. After a long sigh, the muse refocused - barely.
"Every touch is like a little shock. Electricity, on my skin then deep inside. Your lips...Mmmn, like fire that burns but doesn't hurt. Mistresssss~"
The title lengthened into a hissing echo, torn from clenched teeth struggling to stifle the want of her body to climax
"...~pleease!" Ada shook in place, yet her body curled instinctively. Her legs parted, chest forward, trying to pull the desire from Xen without using powers to do so. She could have. Wanted to.
But didn't. That wasn't part of the game anymore. Xen had said so - she would do as told, let whatever the succubus wanted to do.
But damn, if she'd known how hard it would be to do just that ...