The dance of desire
"Now do tell me...When are we finally gonna end up together, Rouge?"
The setup was all there as Rouge was almost basically done telling people's fortune after a performance, her dancing always pulling in a crowd. She was ever accustomed to men, and even some women, going out of their way to confess attraction, love or poorly hidden lust toward her. This was a little annoying, but standard as far as she was concerned. No, her last client for tonight, standing in her tent, was Falcon. Edward Falcon being his full name, he was a friend, a dependable ally but also kind of a pain when it came to his absolutely obvious and often-vocal love for her. He wasn't the first, nor would he be the last, but the fact that they traveled together in search of the Power Stones meant that they were very often together, which made his endless remarks and flirtation feel more annoying than endearing. And, of course, he took this opportunity to say once more how he felt, which got him a little sigh coming from her, as well as a look mixing both compassion and some slight pity. "Give it a rest, Falcon. I've had a long day and we still need to find an inn for the night. The money we got should cover for us four, but..."
She was talking about Ryoma, Ayame, Falcon and herself, traveling companions in their quests to get their wishes granted by gathering all Power Stones. She had an affinity for each of them, united due to a common goal, yet Falcon perhaps the one trying to get to know her the most as he went on to sit just in front of her, acting as any client would with a little smirk on his face. This expression of his could indeed be qualified as savvy and charming if it weren't for the fact that Rouge had seen it dozens of times already. "I'm serious...Come on..." he said, placing his elbows on the little table where Rouge's crystal ball rested, moving forward just a little to look at Rouge in the eyes...and perhaps somewhere else as well. "You know what...Look in your ball. If it tells us we're not meant to be, I'll relent. On my word as a gentleman, I'll leave you alone. Promise."
She saw where he was gazing and, as much as it felt a little leery, she couldn't quite fault him for his gaze wandering. Her normal attire was not exactly reserved and prude, yet her dancing outfit was much less so. A light yellow top, slightly orange underwear, all accompanied by multiple trails of red see-through silk, some golden jewelry and a polished, expertly-crafted diamond lodged in her navel. With so much of her brown skin on display, be it benign flesh or the curves which she worked hard to maintain, it was pretty much designed to entice, thus for Falcon to be under her charm was actually quite natural given his feelings for her. After each performance, to get money for food and lodging during their travel, she always kept it on in order for people to be pulled in, to pay for her services as a fortune-teller. Falcon had never believed in it all that much, but for him to actually give her an opportunity to use it to envision their future, or lack thereof, together was a pretty bold step. Of course, to her it was real albeit a little imprecise and she would ever honor their client with the truth as she perceived it, with how she could skillfully share it. "Very well, Falcon. Let us finally get to the bottom of this and look at what the future has in mind for us."
She placed her hand on the ball as she stared deeply into the crystal orb, letting some of her skill pour into this priceless object of hers. She stared at it, mumbled a few words and asked herself exactly what would come next in their relationship, if there was ever to be a deep and truly meaningful one. She looked at images which only she could see, the ball being attuned to her spirit and hands as Falcon looked at it, somehow trying to piece things together yet unable to do so. Rouge then closed her eyes, concentrated and did what she called "opening her third eye", her more spiritual sense as she got her answer in a rather vague, yet also strangely precise manner. She saw Falcon ever pining for her, never moving forward, relentless and eventually heartbroken, his efforts being for naught. She refused him time and time again, yet he felt not only attraction, but some deep love for her, true appreciation not just of the flesh but of the mind and heart. His harassment would conclude like this, which was somewhat well-served as no one who just refused no as an answer should really get what they want...But Falcon was her friend and her did not hate him, quite the contrary in fact. She was fond of him in many ways, but it was his constant pestering which was quite an irritant. She certainly did not want to cause him pain, so before she went on to give out her answer she instead chose to ask a different question, a divergent line of query: what if they ended up together?
What she saw was quite the opposite of what she expected. He was devoted, downright subservient, dedicated to her well-being and her happiness and he was...content about it? There was something of a power dynamic between them both, as if he did not hold that much power and yet he did not mind it too much. She was on top, she called the shots and he was fine with it. She was okay with this in her vision, this relationship somehow working and actually well at that. This gave way to some confusion, to some deep thoughts as her predictions, no matter how imprecise, were never wrong. Could it be that she was actually meant to be with Falcon...Or that her future would be a good one with him by his side not just as a friend and companion, but as a lover? What she saw, how she interpreted it made her remember an old art, a skill that was too difficult to pull in an actual battle, too risky in a fight but that could be absolutely devastating toward an unaware enemy...Or a true delight for a lover.
The dance of desire.
Some told that it was a magical experience, others just a provocative little performance made to titillate, but Rouge knew that the former was much more believable. Her own fortune-telling was due to divination, not trickery and thus she had faith in the arcane, in the mysteries of the world. She had learned this art, if only for curiosity's sake but now, in her current garment and this precise situation it seemed as if fate had placed them both right here in her tent, right now in this exact moment. Her impulse was to try it and thus she rose up instead of giving out an answer, feeling concerned but then she remembered the first edict of a good show: if you look happy, then the spectator should share in that sentiment as well. She smiled and looked at the still-seated Falcon who seemed puzzled about this turn of events.
"Rouge...what are you-" he began to say before going on to see that Rouge pushed her little table, along with her crystal ball, expertly with her foot, clearing the way between them both. Before anything else could be said or done, Rouge then went on to do some slight flutters with her belly, inhaling and exhaling with such speed so as to simulate light waves on her midriff, with the diamond in her navel being the epicenter of this little display of grace and allure. Falcon fell silent, half-understanding just what exactly was going on, yet seeing Rouge dance was ever a boon to his soul and his eyes and thus he said nothing, dared not act and simply watched instead.
"Just look at me in silence...I want to try something out," Rouge said calmly, placing her hands on her hips, her fingers arched a little as she then began to sway her waist and hips right and left, back and forth before his eyes without stopping those flutters of hers. She could feel the slight energy in her soul, the one that allowed her to gaze into the future, course through her veins and skin. It was still a mystery to her how she was able to do such things, yet what she understood was that it was a gift, something to be used for good. Such a dance could easily be misused, putting targets into complacency and trances from which they might never wake, but Rouge knew that Falcon could be trusted and that she'd never abuse him in any way. He was no enemy, no obstacle, but she still wanted to test things out as she continued with this approach for the time being. "Just focus on my stomach and on my navel, if you please...Do it for me~"
Sensuality and allure played crucial parts in this technique as Rouge used years of experience in the field to make herself seem irresistible, though in this case she didn't have to try much. Right now, Falcon was most assuredly paying great attention to her midriff and her hips, causing for his posture to slouch just a little forward. He was unaware of this, his gaze entirely fixated on her, like always during many occasions, but this time there was something else, a glimmer of magic within his stare. It was as if the colors in his own eyes waved and undulated in time with her belly, resulting in a pull, a tug within his very spirit that caused him to be unable to look anywhere else. Not that he would divert his focus away from her, but right now a connection between those two was created which made it so Rouge felt a growing desire, one that was both natural and unnatural, within Falcon.
"It's okay to look at me, to observe, to appreciate, to be absolutely smitten," Rouge said, her voice barely a hush yet within the intimacy of her tent it was all that Falcon could hear. She was close to him, enough for him to be able to extend his arm and hand to touch her, yet he didn't. The spell was working, she felt it deeply, and this actually excited her. His own stance, how he was falling for her not just because of her beauty, but also her power made it seem like something precious and downright ecstatic. It was as if she was conquering him and then she stopped with her flutters, downright turning them into rolls as she used her knees, waist and lower back to really propel her motions in a wide arc, with undulations going from her lower belly to her lower chest. She was the sea and he was admiring her depth, her silent yet dangerous motions as if hypnotized...And it was actually the case. "Let your feelings grow, let them consume you, your thoughts, cease your actions as your desire feel larger and larger within your heart and mind~"
He was wavering, she could not just see it but sense it. His muscles, his tension, his breathing...all getting weaker, limp and more relaxed. Within his gaze could be found a sparkle as the energy she projected was swirling, twirling not only on her flesh, but also in the diamond within her belly button. This specific accessory made it so this dance would be more potent, concentrated to an extreme as his own eyes began to clear out, a certain shine glowing within as if they tried to replicate the diamond itself. He sighed, relaxed and stared all the more toward the object of his desire, this specific sentiment being multiplied time and time again due to what Rouge was doing.
"Look at me entirely, gaze upon me and let your thoughts get wild. You being filled with desire, my voice and my dance emptying your mind of anything else but what you crave and need...me~" Rouge continued, this almost predatory assault on his senses truly beginning to charm her as well, the fact that she had not only silenced him but actually gained a modicum of control over him being quite addictive. Looking at him like that, his smile growing and looking so vulnerable made it feel as if this was his natural place...But more than that he wasn't fighting back, not just because he loved and lusted over her, but because trust was there. She could feel it intrinsically. "Look up for me~"
He obeyed, her guidance being the only thing of importance currently as the fact that he was slumped, weak and in such a predicament never registered within his mind. There was no tent, no crystal ball, no chair...Only Rouge. She rolled her shoulders softly, her own gaze and sultry smile making his heart melt and his desire grow, as if this was an actual energy that was developing, building up within his entire body. He stared at her and it was warming him up, invading every little inches of his entire self and as she shook her shoulders now, making her generous chest jiggle, her cleavage shown more generously, he felt his desire grow a lot more. This was sensual, teasing, playful and downright heavenly as Falcon sighed anew, his eyes half-closed. He was dazed and pleasantly numb right now, as if his spirit and his body were disconnected, yet brought together by Rouge herself all the same.
"You love me so much, my form is the only thing that matters, doesn't it? Every single words I say is filled with importance, their meaning being so great that it's impossible to not willingly follow them as if they were commands," Rouge continued, her show of mesmerism continuing as she got on her knees, changing the paradigm as he still stared at her chest which she vigorously shook in order to wreck his sense of self in favor of a healthy and powerful trance. She turned around swiftly, bending her back so as to lift her chest high, let her hair fall down and made it so it was easier for him to focus on her breasts, shoulders and her gaze. She brought her arms up from her hips to chest level as she moved one hand forward, then retracted it quickly, bending her elbow, wrist and twisting things up as if she had a snake arm. She repeated the motion, everything leading to her chest so as to make him concentrate on it. Her delectable brown-skin, covered tightly by her yellow top, some light sweat glistening as Rouge looked up, yet could see and feel that she was very much in charge, that she held all the power in this situation. "You want to please me, to satisfy me and to do so you just need to listen, to obey and to stare...And it's so easy for you to do so. It's so simple to just look and feel your absolute lust and love for me become insanely large, to let it engulf everything that you are, that you can be. Become hypnotized for me~"
It was indeed so easy that Falcon went on to sigh again, this time his seeming deflation being accompanied by a moan as his inner temperature grew. It was getting hot, volcanic even as his body was bothered and downright aroused. All he had to do was gaze and appreciate Rouge's beauty, something he did willingly and all the time...yet this time it made her happy, which made him feel happy as well. How could he not be mesmerized, completely enslaved by her gorgeous look, by her very nature? It was impossible and thus he knew deep down that he was hypnotized and he was fine with it. More than that, he felt nothing but bliss, his entire body like an erogenous zone that was being stimulated by simply looking at Rouge.
"Yes, you're doing so well. Let me invade everything that you are. You desire me and no one else, nothing else. I am your everything, your passion made manifest. You'd do anything, give me everything in the hopes of pleasing me...But I am no cruel being and this you know~" Rouge said, getting up, twirling back into place as now she went for hip circles, forgoing her shoulder shimmies as her snake arms rose, ever "slithering" in the air before resting behind her head. She stood tall and strong, her belly somehow brushing very closely to his face, particularly his lips due to her expert control. She was growing to love this, tantalizing him, making his own infatuation work against...and also for him. Truly, it was hard not to get in the spirit of things as her spins were slow and deliberate, the arc wide and controlled and with each time she got close to his face, it was pulled as if driven wild by lustful magnetic forces, his lips begging for a kiss to happen. "No, in fact I will give you something that you want, something that you need deeply...I will allow you to kiss me...To plant your lips on my midriff, close to this diamond that has robbed you of your senses, of your sheer willpower. You are like a slave to me right now, seeing me as a mistress...but a benevolent and sexy one at that...So go ahead...kiss it~"
She stopped her circles for the moment, looking down at him as he moved forward with a mixture of mechanical, stiff motions and an urge within his arms and legs. He was erratic, but driven and right now and then he went on to move toward her sumptuous abdomen and then went on to kiss it. His lips were there, savoring that brown skin, that sublime flesh of hers as her perfume drove him wild, his absolute trance driving this moment as everything he could ever want.
"And now, as you kiss it, your thoughts begin to converge into a singular moment, one of intense pleasure. Your desire that has been building up is too much to handle, the kiss driving you wild and so much under my power that I now own and control your body, your senses and even your soul as of this moment. Your wishes are commands right now..." she said directly, without any hesitation. She hadn't expected for this to happen, yet she had gone to such ends and, frankly, she adored this vision. To look at him so smitten, so hypnotized and controlled by his desires, which were magnified by her spell. It was arousing to no end. "And my wish is for you to reach orgasm right now, that your desire overflow right in your manhood...So I command you to cum. Cum for your mistress~"
His body obeyed as his spirit agreed completely with what was asked of him. He sullied himself, his climax unstoppable and downright intense. His mind was burning hot like his body as this was the most pleasurable moment in his entire life. Right there, the dance of desire had claimed him as Rouge looked at him from her standing position, on his knees and she knew that her spell had been a tremendous success. It was temporary, of course, but then again it had been so nice to try it out that she couldn't lie to herself and think that she wouldn't like to try it again and again. Perhaps, after all, they would both be especially with each other if she took charge of things. She bent forward, placed a little kiss on his forehead affectuously and then placed a hand on his cheek.
"Come with me...We still need to find a room for the night...And I want us both to find one before the others are done with their research~"
And thus Falcon followed the love of his life around. She was his soulmate, his everything, his mistress even...And they were both completely fine with it, even after the effect of the dance would dissipate...
It wouldn't be the last time Falcon would be the willing target of the dance of desire...not by a long shot.