Valentina and Misty didn't talk on the drive to the club. Valentina was content to sit enjoying the silence, and Misty was virtually entranced by the aroma engulfing her nose as she inhaled deeply through Valentina's panty.
Valentina's scent was that of arousal and sex, yet somehow mixed with death and decay. Misty knew that she could never have the words to describe it, but that is how she sensed it, and enjoying it was sending waves of pleasure through her body each time she inhaled. Misty's deepest needs were for destruction, decay, and death all surrounded with, intertwined with lust and sex. Sex and death, lust and decay, all were one and together in Misty's mind, and that heady mixture seemed a perfect match for the scent of her Goddess.
Soon though Misty had to set the panty aside, for they had arrived at the club. It was a private club, members and invitation only. A combination fetish and dance club strictly for women only. It was a haven for the kinky lesbians living in or visiting paradise.
Misty was allowed to walk into the club, and to the sofa Valentina had reserved. Valentina led her on her leash, and Misty made certain to remain two paces behind and slightly to the right of her Goddess.
Walking in was a new experience for Misty, because it almost seemed as if everyone in the club stopped and turned to look at them as they entered, with all of those eyes following them all the way to their seats. They were the two most beautiful women in the room, and that had much to do with the reaction of the crowd, but so did Valentina's mere presence. Mortals could never consciously feel or understand it, but their primal instincts would react to Valentina for while she looked human, ancient instincts recognized her as the alpha predator, a creature of sex and death.
Misty noticed that she was the only person in the club who was completely nude. A flash of pride surged through her as the realization dawned that Valentina must find her body perfect enough to require no form of cover-up.
As people watched, they arrived at their seat. Valentina lounged comfortably on one end of the small sofa, Misty knelt at her feet. A waitress had followed them; Valentina ordered a bottle of rare mescal and half a dozen glasses. She expected at least some company through the course of the night.
The dance music was pounding, drinks were obviously flowing freely, and Misty was excited to see that the large space was packed with people. Women of all sorts, some beautiful, others not so, but it was clear that all had dressed in such a way as to best show off their features. Everyone was dressed for pleasure, for sex, and the vibe of the place reeked of exactly that.
"Let's dance." Valentina said, rising from the sofa.
Misty jumped up and followed Valentina out onto the dance floor. The women entwined their arms around each other and their bodies started to move. Their movements were very erotic, almost more sex than dance. Valentina's arms were holding Misty close, her lips making love to the girl's neck. She could almost taste the blood flowing through it. Misty was lost, melting into her Goddess.
As she continued exploring Misty's long, luscious neck with her lips and tongue, Valentina's hands began moving to caress the girl's battered and welted ass. The sensations of Valentina's touch were almost too much for Misty to handle, her neck was so very sensitive to touch, her bottom too, the earlier beating having served to vastly increase the sensitivity of her skin.
Misty began gently moaning with pleasure in Valentina's ear. Valentina adored how very responsive the girl's body was to her slightest touch. She adjusted the fingers caressing Misty's ass, replaced gentle caresses of the battered and welted flesh with long scratches of her sharp fingernails. Misty continued to melt as caresses were replaced with pain; Valentina knew that pain and pleasure had merged within her pet.
She began nibbling on Misty's neck, delivering sharp little bites, all along it's length, and with her nails on the girl's ass she pinched, delivering another form of painful bite. Misty simply continued to loose herself in sensation and touch. Her body swayed, gentle moans escaping her lips.
"Please Goddess." Valentina heard Misty whisper in her ear.
"Yes my pet?" She asked.
"Please feed Goddess. Please drink me. I need to feel my life pouring into you." Misty continued whispering.
Valentina was overcome with desire, need, a lust to taste her precious new pet. She bit. Her fangs broke the skin, found Misty's vein, and opening it, she sipped. As Valentina's fangs penetrated Misty a powerful wave of orgasm pounded into her. She would have fallen had Valentina not been prepared for it and as such been holding her so closely.
Misty rode the wave as their bodies swayed and Valentina sipped her blood. Valentina didn't drink, couldn't drink, for that would kill Misty, but she savored the small bit that she allowed herself. Misty tasted of desperate need, overpowering lust, and fear, a delightful flavor of fear. She was truly delicious.
Valentina held Misty tight as the girl enjoyed and then slowly recovered from her orgasm. She took her mouth from Misty's neck, having savored as much as she dared. She pushed herself back a little from the girl so that she could look at her, and she was truly delighted by what she saw. A beautiful face with a vacant dreaminess in the eyes. Two small punctures in the neck, tiny rivers of blood flowing from each. Those rivers would flow for a while longer Valentina knew, her saliva contained compounds that kept blood from clotting easily. Her girl would bleed, not too much to do any harm, just enough to add beautiful interest to her look.
Valentina felt eyes upon them. She turned to see a woman approaching. A very pretty woman, Mexican, her build was thick, not lithe like Misty. Not fat, just thick. Delicious Valentina decided. She smiled at this new woman, recognizing her as potential prey.
Misty sensed that another presence had entered her and Valentina's private moment in the crowd. She turned and saw the woman. A short latex dress, violet in color covered her body, enhancing her ample curves. Soft, Misty thought, deliciously soft. Dom or sub, Misty wondered briefly, top or bottom, it was a fetish club after all. Misty didn't truly care; such things were Valentina's to care about.
"I'm Sandra. May I join you two?" The woman said with a smile as she placed a hand at the small of each of their backs.
Valentina smiled at Sandra and felt the woman's hand move down her back to suggestively rest upon her ass.
"Yes, I'd like that Sandra. I'm Valentina. Please do join me, but I have to ask that you don't touch my little pet without permission." Valentina said, still smiling at the other woman.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Sandra began, chagrined at the rebuke of her inelegant approach.
"Please don't worry about it." Valentina interrupted. "The girl is a complete slut, and I'm quite sure that she'll spend lots of time touching and pleasuring you. It is just that there are a few small parts of her body that are off limits to everyone, including her. Until we get to know each other a little better, I'd just hate for you to take the risk of accidentally violating one of those limits."
Sandra seemed unsure of Valentina's explanation, but was taken in by the smile on her face as it was said. Valentina reached an arm around Sandra's waist and together they walked back to the sofa with Misty following at the end of her leash.
The two women sat on the couch, bodies as close together as possible, arms around each other. Misty quietly knelt as Valentina's feet.
"The marks on your girl's behind look wonderful." Sandra said as Valentina poured each of them a drink.
"Yes, they frame her holes perfectly when she crawls, perhaps you will see that later." Valentina purred in reply.
She saw Sandra trying to picture that and took the opportunity to sneak into the woman's mind. She saw that Sandra wasn't really dominant or submissive, what she was here for, what she most desired, was body worship. Lying on a bed, stretching, relaxing, as another woman caressed every morsel of her body with lips and tongue. She saw that Sandra loved cumming as a woman licked her pussy; but that her absolute favorite was when another girl enthusiastically ate her ass, tongue darting deeply inside.
Valentina knew that she could use that, so knew that she would keep Sandra for the moment, but she also saw bad within the woman. Sandra wasn't only in the club to find a mouth for her body; she was here to find a rich mouth. Sandra was a gold digger and intentionally sought out those whom she could use financially.
Valentina decided that she would take the greedy little gold digger home, but once Sandra arrived she would discover that she was there as food, not for sex. Seeing Sandra's shock when she was sized would be most delightful, Valentina decided.
Sandra and Valentina gently kissed and touched each other as they enjoyed their drinks. Misty was seemingly forgotten at their feet.
