Unending Dance
Chapter 1
by MadamKistulot
Disclaimer: If you are under age, not a fan of lesbian mind control, or otherwise not permitted to read ahead, this is your warning. All of the women portrayed are of a legal age for such naughty endeavors, and the term ‘girl’ is not used to denote otherwise. Nonconsensual sex is unethical in real life, and any such examples within this fiction is not condoning or supporting such acts. The following work is copyright Madam Kistulot 2024, and not for reposting or other such uses.
April’s eyes hooded as she moved along with the music. The room was overall quite dark, but the dark purple and green lighting, hanging down from the ceiling and jutting out as so many long lines from several projectors, did just enough to make the atmosphere so palpably exciting. Her hips swayed with the music following the beat, as her spine rolled forward and back in time with the seductive call of the rhythm.
Her backless halter top hung from around her neck by a sparkling collar, falling alluringly over her breasts in a way that drew perfect attention to the space between them, and their full outline beneath the shimmering material that reflected what little light fell low enough to reach. It revealed how stiff her nipples already were.
In front of her, April’s dance partner’s eyes drank her in, not missing even the tiniest little detail. Deep green eyes sparkled with all of the purple and green light in the room, almost as though that light were hers and not the stage lights of the venue.
All that covered her legs was a black, glittery miniskirt that reached nowhere near mid-thigh. It was short enough to perfectly reveal how often her legs were clenching amidst the rolling of her hips. It was dark enough to draw greater attention to the stained white-and-blue striped panties that she’d long since ruined during the night.
“I never want to stop dancing, never want tonight to end…” April groaned, her eyes fluttering, her lips trembling as though they were reaching for words they were incapable of forming. “Want to stay moving… with you… forever…”
No one would be able to blame her with the beautiful green-haired woman dancing in front of her. She wore a shiny-black bolero that clung just around her breasts enough to hide away her nipples. The only other thing she wore above her waist was a fishnet top.
Her lips, painted black, curled into a wicked, crooked grin. “Then don’t stop, April…” Her voice was like liquid silk pouring right into April’s ear, molten and overwhelming. Every time she spoke it was like more of April’s reluctance burned away, as though the green-haired woman adjusted a collar around her neck.
“Dance with me.”
April moaned, her eyes fluttering as she stared so longingly into green eyes that felt dangerous and enticing in the same perfect moment.
“Dance forever.”
April groaned, her thighs squeezing tighter as he toes curled in her ankle-boots.
“How can I dance forever with you when I…” April’s gaze fell to the black leather belt that hung around her dance partner. It seemed wholly unnecessary for keeping such a small, tight latex skirt from moving out of place. “I don’t even know your name…? I should at least know that… right…?”
She shrugged, black lips pulling apart in such an agonizingly perfect way that April worried she was going to clench so hard she might tear her panties in half. “Paige. My name is Paige.”
“Paige…” April repeated the name like it was a religious experience. “I like it…”
Paige winked.
“I like it, too.”
The night was a blur, and April couldn’t remember where they were, who was performing, or how she’d started dancing with Paige. She couldn’t even remember how long they’d been moving like this, swaying, grinding, lost to the music as one entity.
Well, April was lost in the music.
Paige’s body moved, and the music felt almost like a response that anticipated her next movement without the tanned woman needing to ponder it for even a moment.
“I like April, too… March is supposed to come in like a lion, out like a lamb… so…” Paige reached up a single finger, stroking it along April’s cheek before resting it just under her chin and pushing up to make their eyes meet. April could have sworn that Paige was shorter than her a moment ago, but it was hard to focus on unimportant details like that when her pussy was so wet it felt like she could drown. “Does that make you a little lost lamb…?”
“Uhh…” April drooled out a useless nonanswer before giggles bubbled up from somewhere deep inside that she couldn’t name. “I mean… do you want me to be a lamb…? I can be gentle… I can shake my tail…”
For emphasis, April wiggled her hips without interrupting the almost choreographed movements of her dance.
Green eyes hooded, and April’s whole body clenched. It was almost as though she could feel Paige’s eyes squeezing around some intimate part of her body, mind, or soul that had a direct line to pleasure itself.
“I don’t think even I can keep dancing forever, but…” Paige’s hands grasped April’s hips, squeezing them tight as she forced April’s hips to mimic the motion of her own as they moved side to side, and grinded that much tighter into April’s. “If you never really fall asleep… if you never really wake up… then at least for you… that can be a kind of forever, can’t it…?
“You could flutter your eyes one moment… and have me kissing you…” Paige’s lips brushed Aprils, just light enough for it to not count as a kiss. “And then you could flutter your eyes again and… oh… My hands…” They slid down, and back, grasping at the curves of April’s ass tight. Her eyes fluttered, her mouth fell open, but her cry of pleasure was muted. Even without the loud sound of the music pumping through the small venue, it would be hard to imagine anyone but Paige would be able to hear them. “They might be in such fun places… but that would just be you resting your eyes…
“Wouldn’t it?”
April groaned. The sound was halfway between uncertain worry and erotic pleading. She wasn’t sure which she wanted to be, or which it should be. Nothing that Paige said sounded like anything that was possible. It had to be metaphor. It had to be flirting to get her back into bed.
Didn’t it?
“Ohh… fuck that sounds… nnhaaa…!” April groaned, falling into quiet panting as Paige’s thigh forced her own apart. Now, when her whole body tightened and squeezed? It had something to squeeze around. She couldn’t keep herself from grinding even tighter against Paige’s hips, or her thigh—even more than Paige’s grasp was already making her move. “It sounds… really good… I… I want that…!”
Paige laughed, her eyes hooding even lower. The pressure of her lids closing even lower made April sputter with sounds of pleasure and deep aching need that she couldn’t even hope to give more clear expression.
Everything seemed to amuse Paige so much, and it was impossible for April to not feel like Paige knew exactly how April was going to respond before she did. Nothing about this seemed new—to Paige. She hardly seemed bored, but nothing surprised her. Nothing seemed like it could.
It was as though this wasn’t the first time they’d met, but April was sure she wouldn’t forget a woman like Paige.
“Well I have good news for you…” Paige’s lips, so plush, so full, so warm, teased along April’s in such as low way that had her mewling and whimpering for more, for something, anything that could satisfy her in the way she increasingly needed. “I can do all of that. I can do all of that and more, April…”
As impossible as it was, there was no room in April for doubt. It wasn’t even a concept in her mind. Where that might have been was thoughts of Paige’s body, of her lips, her intense eyes, and all of the ways that Paige could have her in a cum drunk stupor with such little effort.
“R-really…?” April’s voice was so soft, so quiet, that it was barely even a whisper. It was more of a gasp that somehow communicated a deep yearning in ways that both women could understand perfectly. “H-how…?”
“You won’t believe me…” Paige’s fingers curled around the bottom of April’s skirt. It wasn’t dark enough that no one would get to see more of the glistening curves of her ass, but April didn’t put up a fuss or struggle at all. She only grinded into Paige’s hands and let out a muffled, strangled moan as nails dug into her supple flesh. “It’s so simple. It’s so… little… but I can do so much with it… so much that all I’ll need is your consent…”
April groaned, a shudder rolling down her spine and making her clit burn once it reached the end of its path.
She’d heard that consent was sexy before, but she’d never felt that on such a visceral level before. If all she had to do was consent, then April would agree to anything, sign anything, for even a quarter of what Paige was offering.
Oxygen felt like such a low priority compared to that.
Her voice failed her, possibly because she was grinding her ruined panties down into Paige’s thigh so desperately it was hard to do much more than moan and mewl. She tried to speak, but it came out as strangled sounds of lust with no greater shape or stability.
“Mmm… I’ll make it easy for you…” Paige’s voice, in direct contrast to April’s, was calm and controlled. It was as steady and even as April’s was useless. She was as powerful as April was weak, eliciting more squeaks and whines as her nails dug in deeper. “All you’ll need to do is nod… agree… consent to me giving you all of that… I won’t take anything that you’ll miss… I’ll take very good care of you… and I’ll satisfy you in ways that no one else ever has, or ever could…
“I know that you want what I’m offering…” She breathed warm and hot across April’s lips. Both pairs of the lost woman’s lips shook as her whole body writhed helplessly. “I knew that you would when I saw you from across the room. You didn’t know it yet but I did. There’s a lot that you don’t know that I’m all too happy to share with you… but it’ll feel so much better, it can go so much deeper, so much further, if you consent… If you give me permission…
“If you want what I’m going to give you, if you offer yourself to it…” Paige groaned, overcome if only for a brief moment, by the sizzling-hot lust that soaked her own words. “It can be so much more intense. It can be so much more binding… it could last forever. I could give you a forever of half-awake lust… an eternity of us…
“And all you have to do…?”
Paige groaned, and made April groan with her as her nails dug in deeper, and her hot thigh pressed that much harder between her legs.
“Is nod.”
April nodded so quickly, so firmly, so many times, that she would have dropped to her knees with a rush of dizziness if Paige wasn’t holding her upright. Somehow Paige felt so strong, even though nothing about her figure implied that she should be. Her body wasn’t tight or firm in a way that screamed strength, but she held April up like she weighed less than air.
None of that concerned April. It was just another thing to turn her on a little more. She liked feeling so lost in Paige’s strength. She liked being smaller than a woman who felt so irresistible.
She liked being wanted like this.
It was such a rush.
“Good girl…” Two simple words from Paige’s low, husky tone were enough to make April’s clit sing. She shook, lost in a small echo of an orgasm she hadn’t yet tasted but knew was so close. Whatever it was that she’d consented to, she knew that Paige would make it feel incredible. “I think that you’ve waited long enough… don’t you…?”
Again, April’s voice failed her. She struggled, grasping uselessly at the parts of her memory that screamed how to birth her intent into sound, to make it so someone, anyone, especially Paige could understand.
It was all useless for so many long eternities within brief microseconds lost in Paige’s beautiful eyes.
“Yessss…!”
Paige’s nose found April’s, rubbing slowly before their foreheads met. “That’s good…” She chuckled, quiet and low, as her nails again grasped tighter. They were so strong, biting in just the right way, April wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d started to bleed over them.
She wouldn’t have cared, either.
It was just more sensation to feel, and more of herself to yield to Paige.
“I think so, too…”
Paige moved quickly, quicker than anyone should have been able to move, and mashed her lips against April’s with a sensual firmness that seared away at everything else. Her lips were so plush, and pressed into April’s with a strength that was every bit as impressive as how weightless she felt in Paige’s arms.
Trapped and pinned against Paige’s body in her grip, lost in the feeling of her lips as they parted and she eagerly accepted the woman’s tongue into her mouth, all that April could do was surrender.
Some last form of consent, some final trigger, that moment unlocked a new sensation that April couldn’t have possibly imagined.
As Paige’s tongue danced with hers, there was a feeling so much hotter, so much wetter, and so much more primal than mere pleasure or lust. There was something so much deeper, so much more terrifyingly powerful, so much more impossible to resist, and April didn’t even try. Her tongue pressed into Paige’s, her body rubbed into hers, and some deeper part of her opened to accept Paige deeper.
Then there was no more room to retract her consent.
From some place deep inside of Paige, some place supernatural and terrifying, a sensation of flame, of burning, toe curling heat surged deep into April’s mouth. Instead of making her mouth feel drier, it just made her feel more wet—wet with Paige’s saliva, wet with the lust that stained her thighs as she moaned pitifully into Paige’s mouth. April’s whole body felt drenched with sweat, wetter and wetter than she’d ever felt before even if Paige were lighting her very soul on fire.
The heat burned along her nerves, along her neck, over her cheek, along the curves of her ears, criss-crossing the nerves of her scalp, filling her chest, burning down to between her legs, along her legs—until every last part of her body felt like it was being consumed by an ever-hungry, insatiable fire of lust.
It would have been impossible to not feel the sensation of something being sucked out of her, something so deep, something so important, if every bit of it that April felt herself lose wasn’t replaced with something so much more satisfying.
Pleasure.
Bliss.
Erotic euphoria.
Orgasm after orgasm crashed through April’s body, making her shudder and cry against Paige as she felt the force inside of her that kept her cognizant, that kept her upright, that kept her alive, sucked out through a flame that only moments before was contained some place deep inside of Paige.
This is how I’m going to die…!
It was an aching, somehow both fearful and exciting thought that throbbed louder than April’s good sense and overpowered any part of her that might have tried to escape. The heat burned away at the part of her that remembered how to push Paige away, or what it would mean to really be burned away by her flames. All she knew was her pussy erupting again and again, soaking in pleasure so intense and slick that nothing else even felt real.
This is why I was born…!
Somehow the flame filling her was both burning at her and sucking at her like a straw. There was less and less left inside of her, but the more that Paige lost the better it felt. It felt so good to be empty, to be drained, and to somehow know that she was filling Paige up as she came surrounded by so many people who no longer mattered.
Maybe they knew what was happening. Maybe they were all ignoring them, purposefully, or too enraptured by the performance on stage. April had already forgotten who was performing, and she wasn’t about to remember now.
Her toes curled so hard it ached, strained in ways that felt dangerous and exciting. She couldn’t breathe, but that wasn’t why her vision was growing dark and spotty.
Never… want it to end…
The strength had long left April’s legs. One of Paige’s hands was no longer clutching her ass, and instead possessively squeezing at a shoulder. As April felt weaker, almost insubstantial, Paige felt stronger. April’s eyes couldn’t quite open—or close. Paige’s skin looked somehow even more beautiful, her green eyes that bored into April’s seeming a richer shade of green. Even her lips felt smoother and warmer against April’s.
As Paige drained more and more from April, all of that strength became hers.
Going to die in her arms…
Just before April felt the last of herself burn away, the last hint that she’d ever existed extinguishing in flames hotter than any she’d ever dreamed of, the kiss broke.
A familiar voice whispered against her lips, but April was losing her consciousness too quickly to process more than the words themselves. “Don’t worry, April… I’m going to take good care of you… I told you that I’d make this last forever, and I can’t do that if you’re dead, can I…?”
“N-no…”
“That’s a good girl…” Paige’s bedroom laugh trembled through April, feeling so much stronger than any sound should be able to feel. “So don’t be afraid, alright…? You’ll just be resting your eyes… and wherever you wake up… if I’m still there, it’s like the night never ended.
“No responsibilities…
“Just my lips.”
April moaned, nodding with what little strength she still possessed.
“Just your lips…”
Paige nodding was the last thing that April saw as her vision blurred out into nothing but a dark black. She couldn’t even see the lights overhead as they moved down towards her.
“That’s a good girl. Enjoy your rest, brief as it’ll feel…”
April’s lips curled into a tired smile before she lost herself completely to the void Paige’s fire burned into her soul.
“If you never really fall asleep… if you never really wake up… then at least for you… that can be a kind of forever, can’t it…?”
The mix of imagery invoked by the story – heat, menace, helplessness, surrender – is nicely concentrated into a few short phrases. That’s a level of wordsmithery I wish I could manage to call up at need.