Faline

Kerry is just finishing telling me how things went when Lady comes out of her room dressed in red and black. The same colors that make up her hair. Of course though, it's sheer.

The dress reaches the floor, plunging neckline going all the way down to below her navel where she has a ruby hanging from a new piercing. The sheer red material is underneath an overlay of just as sheer black on top, the sleeveless straps lead down to wider panels that cover her breasts and bleed into the swooped neck.

A thin black-linked chain drapes low on her hips, holding the material there before it hangs freely around her legs. Not as a single solid piece but many, as they fall around her, pale skin peeks through when she takes a step, barefoot. Pierced nipples can barely be seen, just as her shaved mound is hidden by both hanging chain and folded materials. A black lace choker adorns her neck, also having a single ruby jewel dangling at her throat.

The real eye-catcher here though, are the dermal piercings that start just under her collarbone and go to above her belly button. Ruby and obsidian stones splashed over her as small beads would be on a veil. The effect is really pretty, had to be painful as hell to do, but she's just as bad as my sister when it comes to pain, worse even, as it seems to turn the Vampire on even more.

Wrist length fingerless gloves are fitted over her hands, made of the same material as the dress. Her eyes are on my face as she comes in, having noticed my blatant admiring. Or shall we say ogling? Oh, well, she already knows I enjoy her body.

My breath catches as she comes closer, not even noticing the clothing she has draped over her arm. When I do, I groan and turn, crossing my arms.

"Your clothes are cursed. Each time I wear something of yours I get into trouble."

Setting them on her desk, she tells Kerry to stay outside the door and knock if anyone comes close. A blond head bobs before leaving quickly. I raise an eyebrow as I look over at Lady, who's eyeing me with obvious hunger.

Okay, now I'll wear it.

Giving an exasperated noise, I look over the items. My expression changes totally when I notice one of the articles is a pair of pants. Yes! Granted they're leather, but they're still pants.

"I have a feeling you in clothing will annoy Nicolaus to no end, and that very thought just tickles me."

Have to say, I do agree, so I share a secret smile with her. The black leather pants have dark green designs up and down the legs, skin-tight, and ride really low on my hips. And when I say low, I mean really low, just above my mound low. No panties. Why am I not surprised.

The top is long, making up for the pants being so low. Black leather designed in dark green as well, the upper half is thin-strapped and bra-like as it cups, spreads, and pushes up. Directly under the cups is where the fishnet starts and doesn't end till the bottom hem, which reaches just over the waistband. Dark green swirls over the cups get traced by her fingertip as she steps close, two short gold chains hang between the spread leather at my breasts and under my bust.

Clothed and unable to resist, I lean forward, cradling her face as I pull it down and catch her lips with my own, eyes closing. A pierced tongue plays with mine, the added item giving me something to play with.

I groan softly into her mouth as I step into her body, her hands going to my rear as she pulls me up and closer. I want very much to return to the bedroom with a locked door, but I need to get out for some air. My hands slip behind the gauzy material over Lady's tempting breasts, rubbing and rolling stiff nipples.

Capturing her tongue between my teeth and biting down as my fingers pinch hardened beads, her soft moans are sweet music to my ears as one hand falls away, slipping down and running over the jewel at her belly, tugging on it before getting back on track. Ignoring the chain completely as my hand finds that the slits go all the way up. Smiling against her lips, I slip through, finding soft heated skin.

My rear end gets squeezed hard as I play with the small ring, then slip down and between folds. The Mistress's breath hitches, inhaling sharply as I tease above and below, my mouth having traveled down where the material is pulled away to suck skin into my mouth.

Biting down hard, an imprint of my teeth surrounds her rose tip. Lady's back arches while my heart races, pulling away regretfully just before a knock sounds at the door. We pull away from each other, but before she can go to the door, I capture her eyes with my own and lick my fingers clean. The sparkling jewels on her face darken with her ever-rising lust, I smile up at her innocently, batting my lashes.

Lady reaches forward, gripping the hair at the back of my head as she pulls me close, mouth descending hard on mine before pulling back to whisper in my ear.

"I will have you again, Pet. Even if I have to put your Maker in the ground to do so."

She releases me abruptly, walking away. I stumble back, a thrill going up my spine, of fear or what, I don't know. Grabbing up the low heeled knee-high boots and going to the chair to put them on, I'm in the process of pulling one up as Nicolaus comes sauntering in as if he owns the place. A smug smile on his face has my eyes narrowing at him.

"What have you done now?"

The Mistress and Kerry come up from behind him, submissive with her head low in fear, but looks unharmed. Gold eyes go from the blond to the Mistress then back to Nicolaus.

"What?"

"Can I not be happy to see that you are alive and hadn't been killed?"

I snort as boots get pulled on. No socks. Feels weird.

"Only since you weren't the one to have done it."

His smile falters, dissension starting to light his orange eyes. I just give him a droll look before I stand. His face now goes to one of confusion and distaste as he looks over my outfit.

"Come on Kerry, we need to get to the kitchen so I can see all the damage I caused. Hopefully, nothing was broken."

Avoiding both Lady's and Nicolaus's attempts to capture my gaze, I grab the girl's arm and pull her with me. The door opens and closes before I lean against it and release her. My heart starts to pound now that I'm away from the sexual frenzy, the one next to me races in tune.

The woman beside me looks to me for direction on what she should do, so I motion for her to lead the way as I walk by her side. It was a stroke of luck of not having him trying to force a kiss and tasting Lady on my tongue, can just imagine the shit storm that would have created.

My hand once again goes over my right hip to the barely hidden scar underneath. Kerry catches the movement.

"Are you alright? What was your punishment?"

"I am, and it was doing something that I 'protested too much' about. Can't talk about it now, too dangerous."

She nods, taking that answer, for which I'm grateful. Bad enough that I feel even more awkward when I ask if she can help me once more. She readily agrees before even knowing what it is.

Blushing and avoiding her face, I ask to take a small feed to cover any scent I may have of the Mistress on me. She looks confused for a moment as we keep walking.

"Having any scent of hers on you is a sign of favoritism amongst the others."

"I gather that, which is why it needs to be covered. I was able to avoid getting too close to Nicolaus, and it helped that the room already smelled so strongly of her that he didn't pick it up on me. But if he follows after me like he usually does... Please, don't make me go through any more of his punishments when it can be avoided."

She nods and leads us to a small alcove where I take a minute amount. Don't need much, just enough to cover my tongue in a new taste, then thank her again before we move on. The usual uniform of nipple clamps, collar, and loincloth are seen on everyone we pass, no nipple clamps on the males, but I wouldn't be surprised if there had been. Many give me a small smile as I go by.

"By the way, the Shifters and even some Weres here who've heard or know you have asked that when you go by, if you could touch them. Nothing erotic or anything, just a touch to the shoulder. I don't know if you've noticed that those of Shifter and Were blood like touch. It's nothing personal, just comforting. All the slaves here who have met you enjoy your company and your attention."

I blink at her till it fully sinks in that I heard her right.

"They want me to touch them? I'd think most wouldn't want to be touched at all."

She nods and explains further.

"That's how humans are, but those of us with animals enjoy touch by those that mean us no harm. Others like any touch that's given to them regardless of intent. It's just a comfort thing, you don't have to do it, I'll just tell them you don't want to."

"Nono, it's not that, just wrapping my brain around it, trying to understand. I don't mind a small touch here or there, as long as it isn't personal I think I'd welcome that heartily. Gives a connection with someone that isn't expecting something in return."

She bobs her head and smiles.

"Exactly!"

Soon the rest of the way to the kitchen, if we pass any animal submissives, I give a small touch to their shoulder or arm. Many are in the typical position outside a door here and there, a few on the in-between path to a patron. Actually start past one man, a human, but what catches my attention is he isn't dressed as a slave.

Because I look up to his face when I catch his scent, he looks right at me. Average height but a lot heavier for his given frame, receding thin black hair, and gray eyes. Dressed in a sharp suit and with diamonds at his wrist and fingers, I'd guess he's from money.

I scowl when I look from him to the submissive with him. She's not overly young, and I don't recall her name since she still remains pretty elusive around me. The girl is human, even her body looks like that of a young teen, maybe a fifteen-year-old. Kerry stops too, a look of confusion on her face.

"Danica? Were you called to the floor?"

She barely looks up, nervously looking between the three of us before her eyes fall again, shaking her head no slowly. The gray-eyed human is too busy looking over both me and the girl by my side to see the movement. His focus is full of heat. Pig.

What's a human doing here anyway as a patron? Leaning into Kerry to ask if she knows this man, if he's a regular, she nods slowly. Great. Looking worried, she whispers back that the girl, Danica, is not supposed to be available to patrons until she looks older, the Mistress not wanting to attract pedophiles. The very word sends ice through me as my eyes fly back to the man.

While Kerry and I had been whispering back and forth, the small girl looks up to us with dark blue eyes filled with fear. The pig has pulled out his wallet and is now waving it in our faces.

"Why don't you two whores join the party? There's much fun to be had."