“Hey there, sweetheart…”

A dreamy voice spoke, drawing April out of a reverie that she could no longer remember.

Am I asleep… was I asleep…? April groaned quietly. Her eyes fluttered, but she wasn’t sure if they’d been open the moment before or if they were only opening now. They didn’t feel like they’d been open for too long, but they didn’t feel quite like the haze of sleep. It was somewhere in between, a liminal space where there was only room for understanding that moment. Am I awake now…? Should I wake up or… stay in the dream…?

What came before was lost in the flutter of her eyes.

What would come after was too confusing to understand yet.

“Mmm… you’re just as cute like this as you were on the dancefloor…”

A fingertip slowly stroked along April’s bottom lip, starting at one side and pulling it slowly down as it reached the other side. Though it was a fairly innocent touch, and hardly the most intimate place that a finger had ever touched, April couldn’t stop her mouth from opening wider or her voice from shuddering out of her throat as an elongated, shuddering whine.

The dreamy voice laughed, in a floaty, bubbly way that made April’s heart soar.

“I think you’ve rested just long enough to be ready for another kiss… would you like that…?” The finger drew back from April’s lip, and tapped the tip of her nose. “Would you like to feel that good again, to feel that amazing again…?”

“Yessss…” April moaned. She hadn’t thought about saying that. She wasn’t sure what she’d agreed to—but it didn’t really bother her.

If anything, it excited her.

Somehow her body knew on an instinctive level that what the beautiful woman’s voice was offering her was what she wanted—needed. Her eyes weren’t able to focus, and she was feeling too slow to even process whose voice it was… but that didn’t matter.

She wanted it.

She needed it.

That felt right.

Beautiful laughter filled the air, and April felt herself rolled onto her back. She’d been on her side the moment before, laying on something soft and warm. A warm weight settled over her waist, pinning her down to the surface beneath her as hands grasped her shoulders. Weight there, too, pushed her into the unmistakable sensation of a bed at her back.

Oh… I’m… is this my bed or… how long…

“Shhh…” A hand lifted from her shoulder, but it didn’t press to April’s lips. It pressed to the center of her forehead, and then down along the place between her eyes that was so cutely scrunched. “None of that… I told you I’d give you forever… didn’t I…?”

“For… ever…”

The caressing finger tapped the tip of April’s nose, making both women giggle in a way both tingling with arousal and girlish delight.

“Uh-huh… so it’s time to take more… to give you even more in exchange.” More giggles, and the faintest sound of uncertainty. “Don’t worry… a woman like me doesn’t have a choice. I always give as much as I take—by default. I work harder to make it more than that…”

The finger lifted from April’s nose, and rested instead at her chest where it slowly teased around April’s clothed nipple. It was still under the halter top she’d been wearing at the club… however long ago that had been. April moaned, lifting her back from the bed as her everything writhed in pleasure.

“Girls always taste better when they’re happy…”

Has it been… minutes since I was dancing…?

A thumb joined the finger at her chest, pinching April’s nipple between them. Her breath caught. Her thighs shuddered.

Hours?

“Are you a happy girl…?” The other hand lifted from April’s shoulder, and nails slowly wandered up from her belly until they stopped just below her top. “Are you a happy girl for me…?”

Days?

“Yesss… I’m a happy girl… f-for you…”

My voice… but I… did I mean to… did I want to say that…? She mewled in a haze of confusion and lust. I sounded… honest…? It feels… good to hear that, but I… oh… ohhhh…!

Hearing herself speak without forming the words herself was strange, but easier to accept. Nails sliding under her top to cup her breast made it easier still. Every subsequent squeeze made everything she felt a lot easier to savor.

Worrying, or understanding, felt so much more complicated than April had time for when simply enjoying herself felt so fucking good.

“Good… I did mean that. Happy girls taste better…” A tongue flicked out along April’s, and she groaned as her mouth opened a little more as if to accept it inside of her. “But the taste is only part of it. I don’t need to care about you, but I don’t see why not. There’s a warm and fuzzy feeling, not quite romantic, not just sexual, about caring about you. About loving you… in my own limited way…”

“L-limi—mmmphhh!”

Before April could finish her one word question, lips mashed into hers and fire filled her veins. Fire burned into her nose, making it so all she could smell was lust. Fire burned over her tongue, making it so all she could taste was sex. The hand at her breast squeezed, and the finger rolling her nipple into its adjoining thumb pressed that much tighter.

April groaned as she felt so much of herself being burned away to fuel the fire that raged through her like a passionate lover.

Pleasure overwhelmed her, the sensation never quite becoming overstimulation as she felt her grasp on the moment, on anything, slipping further and further away. It didn’t last very long, only long enough for the pressure inside of her to raise higher and higher only to crest and stay at that blissful euphoric state…

Then everything faded to black, and the warm lips savoring hers pulled away.

This time, the first thing that April saw were red eyes. They took up so much of her vision, the woman’s face they belonged to out of focus, but those eyes, those eyes were so easy to see. Her pupils were long and vertical, not unlike a cat’s. That would have been fascinating enough, but the red flames that didn’t just dance inside of them, but seemed to flicker and dance beyond her eyes in such impossible ways…

Almost hypnotic…

“That’s right, April…” Again, a dreamy voice soothed at April’s already smooth, calm mind. “My eyes are so easy to watch. The way the flames move, the way they catch your gaze, the way they feel so warm… like you could curl up in this feeling…”

“Uhhhhnnn…”

It was the only answer that April could give. The part of her that answered on its own seemed to be asleep. So much of her felt like it was asleep. April felt too good to worry about that. The dreamy voice was right. It was a feeling so nice she could curl up in it, and the longer she stared into those flames the more it felt like that was already happening.

“Mmm… stare deeper… stare longer… feel the flames in my eyes carry you with them… moving in such a perfect dance… making it easier to not think… easier to surrender…” Fingers stroked along April’s cheek, and a thumb slowly felt just below her bottom lip. “Easier to let me take control while you lose yourself in my flames, in my eyes… You’ve already given so much of yourself to me… why not your mind…?”

It wasn’t asked like the sort of question someone was meant to consider. The answer that the voice expected was obvious—unhesitating agreement.

“Why… why not… my… mind…?”

April’s response was not that. Honest confusion floated to the surface. No worry accompanied it, nothing about it was reluctant, but it wasn’t simple submission to the suggested idea.

Instead of being upset, that dreamy voice laughed.

It laughed, and the sound was erotic enough to make April shudder. “Mmm… good girl… that… mmm I didn’t expect that… mm… why not…?” The thumb under her lip continued its slow touch, and her hand carefully directed April to nod. Something about the way her head moved told her that she wasn’t on her back anymore. She was sitting up, but wherever April was it was as cozy as a bed. “Because consenting to me having your mind means all you need to do is just feel good… don’t you want that?”

“Don’t I… want that…?” April’s voice fell quiet, soft thoughtful sounds dribbling past her lips before she found herself slowly nodded. “Yess… want… want to feel good… to never… never stop dancing… with you…”

“Exactly…” Lips brushed April’s, so warm and soft. April’s whole body clenched. “Giving a little more of your mind to me each time I taste your lips… just like I’ll give you such sweet, loving affection… a bargain where you get to feel better and better, and I get more and more of you… isn’t that perfect, April…?”

April moaned in such a distant way. It felt so conceptual, so removed from reality, but anything beyond those red eyes and the flames that lapped at the air in front of her seemed almost impossible. The world wasn’t big enough to exist outside of those eyes—not anymore.

She nodded, moaning in such intense pleasure as her body shivered instead of thrashed. It was too heavy to move as dramatically as it might have wanted. “Yesss… perfect… so… perfect… my mind… why not… give you… my mind… yess… give you… my mind… give… my mind… want to gi—mmmm…”

A finger pressed over her lips, and a soft, smooth forehead rubbed into her own. “Shhh… You did good, April… you consented… and that’s all you need to do. To consent to me taking… to me having your mind…”

Burning with passion and desire, April’s heart beat so quick and desperate in her chest.

“…and I’ll take such good care of your mind, and you…”

“Thaank y---mmmmmmppphhhh… nnnnn…”

April couldn’t find the time, or the room, to properly thank the dreamy voice before lips were on hers again, a tongue was back in her mouth, but she couldn’t bring her eyes to close. Looking away from the intensity of those red flames would have been impossible even if the dreamy voice had commanded it. They bewitched her mind in a way that nothing else ever had, holding it open and pliant with an infernal beauty that demanded her attention.

She could still enjoy the kiss, her tongue moving to stroke along the warm wet presence in her mouth, but she couldn’t do so at the expense of those eyes.

When the fire burned its way inside of her again it was easy to imagine it was coming from those beautiful red flames even if she knew it was from those lips, that tongue, that kiss. The woman who loved her, the woman who had her mind, the woman who took care of her always took so much from her with a kiss that lasted only as long as it safely could before she’d lose her grasp on everything and finally stop waking up.

She’d been promised forever, and so far it seemed as though that promise would hold up.

Forever of dancing.

Forever of feeling a perfect heat burning her up.

Forever of the most perfect love and lust that she’d ever imagined in a life she could no longer remember.

Even as she stared into the fires of Hell, April soared through her own private paradise.

April’s face was buried in a pair of soft, warm, naked breasts when reality once again drifted back towards her. She mewled under her breath, nuzzling closer with what little strength she felt was actually hers and not only on loan from someone else—someone else who relied on as much of that strength as she could take.

She didn’t know when she’d learned that fact, but she knew it as simply as she knew her own name.

i belong to Her… my strength is Her strength… i exist to fuel Her…

“Such a good girl, aren’t you…?” Nails slid through her scalp, and Paige’s beautiful voice made every cell in her body burn. No new flames had yet found their way into her body, but they didn’t need to. Flames that she’d set an eternity ago were still there, quietly flickering away.

“Yesssss…!” April’s voice was so eager, so excited in a soft, quiet way that sounded not unlike she was a napping woman with only half an idea of what she was agreeing with. “Good girl for you… your food… dance with me… burn me…”

Paige giggled, shaking her head as she kissed the top of April’s hair. “Mmm silly… we’re dancing right now…!” Her hand drifted down, lifting April’s in her own and lifting it like one might for a waltz. “You’re face first in my chest, and I’m stroking your hair, but who knows how long you’ll be this cognizant before I burn all of that back away? Just being near you makes me so peckish, you know…”

All she could offer in response for several minutes was a quiet mewl. Paige moved their hands as though she were leading a dance, humming a quiet song under her breath and when April finally followed along she giggled.

“But you’re always near me…”

“Mmm I suppose I am, aren’t I…?” Paige purred, her green eyes hooded so very low. “And you’re always near me… always dancing, always feeling so good… because you always want to be ready to be nibbled on, huh…? You always want to be ready to fill me up a little more, don’t you?”

Again, April was too dazzled by the tender warmth she felt overwhelm every other sensation she was capable of processing. Too slow, too blissful, April was no longer even capable of following along with the normal ebb and flow of reality.

She was too busy dancing.

She was too busy captivated by the love and bliss Paige promised her and delivered every moment she spent aware of the world around her.

“Yeah-huuuuh… Aaaalways…” April wiggled her hips, puckering her lips before wetting them with her tongue and offering them out again. “Dance with meeee, Mistress… kiss me… and dance me through another dream of your love… kiss m-mmmmphhhh…”

April’s eyes fluttered, burning with the red flames that coursed through her body on their way down to her soul. Both women moaned together in the kiss, bodies pressed together so tight, so much skin touching skin, so many happy little squirms.

Love when She burns me up… Love knowing i’m making Her stronger… love being Her strength… love being weak…

It means She’s stronger…

April’s nipples throbbed, her clit screamed, and after only a few short moments of the kiss she was trembling from head to toe with what little power she could still exert. Her dance was more languid than it had been in the club, but she only loved it more for its lethargy.

Dancing so lazy and slow meant that it never had to end.

Dancing for Paige always offered her so much more in the exchange than she felt like she could possibly still lose.

She’d already given up so much.

“Good girl, April…” Paige purred, moving so her lips brushed April’s with each syllable she spoke. “You’re such a good girl for me… I’m going to dance with you until the stars burn out and you’ve forgotten a life without our… ‘Dancing’…” She giggled, and April giggled with her even if anyone could tell she had no idea what was so funny. “Time to rest again, April…”

Even before their lips met in a familiar kiss, April was shaking from head to her curling toes. Her eyes grew so hazy. Her nipples tightened at her chest. Her pussy drooled with wanton desire.

Dance with me so hard I never stop resting, never stop dancing… always… for you…

As their lips melted together, horns emerged from above Paige’s ears. Wings, long and leathery, slowly grew from her back. A tail slowly emerged from just above her ass, ending in the cutest little spade as all of her skin slowly shifted to a dark, crimson red. Flames burned in her catlike eyes as the fires of lust raging inside of them found purchase in Paige’s soul and sucked away at places so vulnerable April hadn’t even known they truly existed and now lacked the comprehension to understand what was happening to her.

April’s mind was filled with only meaningless joy, empty happiness, as she pressed herself limply into her demonic lover whose wings enveloped her in a hug that no mortal woman could offer her. The spade of her tail found its way between April’s legs, stroking alongside her lower lips. Both women shuddered together, moaning into each other’s mouths as they gave in to their most primal of drives.

Paige fed.

April surrendered.

When Paige’s tail thrust deep inside of April, neither woman could stop themselves from shuddering and squeezing the other closer. Desire burned in both of them, and the power that Paige devoured from April was used to reward her lover with yet more pleasure with every thrust of her tail.

They moved as one, and the pleasure that seared in one of them soon sizzled through the other.

In mere moments they were howling into each other’s mouths, and April fell limp yet again as she clung to life with only the barest hint of her vital energies swirling inside of her. Small bits of her soul lingered on Paige’s lips as she drew back with fiendish, hooded eyes. “Thank you for the meal, love… I’ll be back to dance soon when you’ve recovered enough to continue our eternity…”

Lifting April into her arms, Paige set her down across a nearby couch, kissed her forehead, and swished her tail behind herself in wicked satisfaction as she stepped away to pursue her own demonic ends.