キラリ★キラリ

That had turned into, after a couple weeks, him surprising her with new clothing. Every now and then, not daily, but he had the money. It was worth it to splurge a little and see the smile on her face and the way her eyes glittered when she admired it. First, a pretty pink floral dress, then a cozy orange cardigan, a cute little shirt with paw prints on it… It was more than a little fun picking out things to surprise her with. The local clothiers had gotten used to him stopping in… and had figured out tactful ways to keep him from yapping about his darling the entire time he shopped. They thought he wouldn't notice, but he did!

Now, he noticed, she was wearing clothes he'd chosen for her more often than not. If she needed to go adventuring, sure, she'd break out her usual standbys— and somedays that was just what she wanted to wear. He couldn't fault that when she wore those same couple outfits daily for years, they were comforting.

So one day he decided to surprise her with something a little spicier.

Innocently placed in a nice bag, like the other clothes he'd gotten her, he nearly laughed as she asked if he wanted her to wear it tonight.

"Oh, for sure. Buuuut maybe have another outfit in mind, hm?"

She quirked a brow at his grin before pulling the tissue back and seeing a pile of silk and lace at the bottom. Just something for her to wear that she could smile about, having such a pretty secret from everyone. Well, everyone but him. He had chosen one he liked the look of, after all. He'd seen it and nearly immediately his brain had gone off on a tangent about her being some kind of mythical creature and him the hunter who caught her, snatching her up all to himself. He'd have felt kinda guilty for not buying it after that.

She then shyly— and happily— said she'd go try it on. She hurried off to the bedroom and he'd followed her, transfixed, standing outside the door and trying again and again to get proper words out and failing, his brain frying whenever he thought of how she'd look.

She awkwardly opened the door after a few minutes, and he had to stop himself from breaking the damn thing down.

"… Wh-what do you think?"

They'd wound up missing out on their reservations for their date that night, not that either of them minded.

The lingerie gifting— and regular clothing, too— continued whenever the whim caught him. Before long she had a veritable arsenal of gorgeous things she hid under her clothes to use against him in the most enjoyable way… or weapons he could use to fluster her with. After all, she knew every time she wore those pretty things he could barely keep his hands off her. More than once he'd come back from work to find her lying in their bed with her face buried in his pillow, rocking into her hand, body still adorned with whatever he'd suggested she wear that morning. He'd tease her every time for being such a well-trained pet, of course.

And of course… not every set survived more than one night. Lohen was, of course, still Lohen, after all. He loved with his teeth more than his lips, and his dear little kitty loved every moment of it. More than once he'd grown frustrated with lacing or clasps and just tore the delicate fabric or sliced it clean off. Annoyed as she might have acted, she'd always gotten soooo excited after.

And besides, if she especially liked a set he'd replace it! He wasn't a monster. And spoiling her like that was fun.

Eventually, he realized— he was picking out her outfits more often than not. Maybe it was a little weird. Not like either of them were normal in the first place, but still. It gave her one less thing to stress about, which had been the goal in the first place, and if she really wanted to wear something else it wasn't like he got mad at her for it.

But that also meant it was time to make it even more of an occasion to fluster her.

Their next date— a cute little brunch thing at Good Hunter— he'd set out a white sundress that she looked far too pretty in for her own good, and only the sundress. When she'd walked over to her dresser to pick some underwear, he'd stopped her. Her face had been burning the entire time, making some stammered excuse about the breeze blowing up her skirt… but she had eventually relented. When he asked her if she'd not snuck back inside to put anything on under it, she'd pulled him into an alley and flashed him with a shy little grin and he promptly decided this was the best decision he'd made that month, very possibly that whole year, very possibly his whole life.

Okay, exaggeration, but holy shit he would be riding that high for a while. Not just the sight of her body, no, no. The smile, too. She was enjoying it just as much as he was, even if she had that adorably grumpy little frown on her face the moment they stepped back out of the alley.

They'd cozied up on a bench in the corner of the setup, watching the other couples and groups of friends chat and laugh. The apple cider he'd gotten was, tragically, not the best he'd ever had. It didn't suck, but it wasn't anything to write home about. She'd taken a little sip and agreed.

He'd then whispered in her ear that of course, everything tasted mediocre compared to her, and she'd stammered and smacked his shoulder while he laughed, grinning wide at how cute she was.

"… I-I already feel like you're treating me like a doll, y'know," she huffed, "you don't have to embarrass me more."

Complaining while blushing and not looking him in the face… Plus the fact that instead of getting grumpy earlier when he asked if she was wearing anything underneath the dress she'd given him irrefutable proof.

"But you like it."

"I-I… I don't. I don't like it at all."

He grinned, snatching a few sips of her sunsettia juice. "Liar~"

"I-I'm not—"

He leaned in close— "So if I check… you won't be excited at all, right?"

She bit her lip as his hand traced up her thigh—

"Lohe, s-someone's gonna see!"

"Then be quiet like a good little doll."

Oh, that did it. She went bright red, whining in embarrassment as she let her legs splay beneath the table. Anyone could glance over and see she had not a stitch of clothes on under her dress. Anyone could glance over and see his hand creeping up between her thighs. And anyone could easily watch as his fingertips slowly dragged along her slit. He clicked his tongue with a grin.

"Oh, I don't wanna hear a single complaint out of you, kitty." He slid a finger into her, just a tease, savoring as she let her head drop to her folded arms on the table with a whine. "Or maybe I should say… doll?"

Another adorably pathetic whine as he slowly moved his hand, not wanting the sound to draw any attention. He watched her fidget, seemingly trying to decide if she should try to cover herself up or not. How cute. He slid his finger in to the knuckle and rubbed along her front wall, getting it entirely soaked before pulling back and grinning at her, ensuring she saw it covered in slick before licking it clean.

Not a soul saw.

Or, well, if they had, they knew better than to say something.

The moment they got home he had her bent over on their bed, forcing her to look into the full-length mirror he so often watched her change in front of, the sundress hiked up around her waist and yanked down below her bust.

"S-so tell me, doll— sorry, kitty," he laughed, pausing to grind into her, watching her shake as his tip and the metal piercing it pressed right into that sensitive spot deep inside. As much as he loved being face to face with her, the piercings down the underside of his length could rub against her front walls like this, and something about it today just made him feel so feral. Maybe it was because he'd fingered her for a few moments in public in broad daylight and not a soul had said anything? Or maybe because she'd flashed him? He wasn't sure. But fuck, he felt like he was on fire in the best way. "H-how long have you been… g-getting off on me picking clothes for you, hm? Like a good little doll?"

She whined, grinding back into him, only for him to wrap his arm around her neck and start slamming into her again. The force of it made her tits bounce and every so often the bedframe squeaked in protest as it moved just the slightest bit— and made her whine so cute. Fuck.

"H-has it been… j-just recently…? O-or the whole fucking time…?"

She whined, trying to keep her voice even. "S-since… just… j-just before you started buying me lingerie…"

He smacked her ass, nearly drooling over how it jiggled. Okay, no, yeah, he was actually drooling. He really was going feral, huh. "S-so… so you must have loved it s-soooo much… knowing I picked out th-that stuff so I could fuck you in it later? Huh?"

She nodded and he could only laugh.

"Is that wh-why you'd get so damn squirmy, dollface? Because aaaaaaall you could think about… w-was how I was gonna ruin your needy cunt that night?"

Another nod, her eyes squeezing shut— he laughed again, slamming into her harder and harder. "F-fffuck, no wonder you've been even m-more insatiable…"

"L-like you're one to talk…!"

He rewarded her for her sass with another spank— she squeezed around him so hard he felt her dragging out an embarrassing amount of precum. Well, embarrassing if he was anyone else.

"N-no, no, I know. I-I can't get enough of you on a normal day…" He panted. "B-but knowing you've got something sooooo pretty on, doll… I'm running home every night."

Well, he already did. No matter how exhausted he was, remembering Heike was waiting for him was motivation enough. But apparently he'd spooked a few new recruits when he nearly bowled them over on his way home a few nights ago. The idea of her wrapped up in the newest set he'd bought, at home and aching for him, well… that was something anyone would understand.

"Y-your clothes, too… e-everyone knows you're all fucking mine, you know that? B-because of your collar, a-and all our jewelry matches now, and all those pretty marks I leave on you— fuck—"

Right. He'd been slacking on those. He loosened the headlock and leaned down to sink his teeth into her shoulder, making her cry out all over again as he sucked on it hard. Then another bite, a little further up.

"B-bunny—"

"Y-you close, doll? You gonna… g-gonna cum all over my cock? God, please, cum for me, kitty, c'mon, cum for me—"

He tightened his hold around her again, slamming into her as he felt her squeezing and pulsing around him, watching her in the mirror as her eyes rolled back and she let out a ravished, breathless moan. And yet her hips still stubbornly rocked back against his before that climax had even finished, whimpering with want.

"See…? N-not so bad being a doll, huh? M-mine to dress up, to toy with, to break~"

He punctuated that with a hard thrust, knowing how her body responded to that word. She melted in his arms, gasping please please please more over and over— he could only laugh, feeling her needy movements drag his own climax out. He buried his face in her neck, savoring her moans and whines. He rocked into her again and again until every last drop had been spilled into her, slowing his thrusts if only so as not to make his head spin quite so hard in that overstimulated state.

"Ffffuck, good girl, kitty…" He breathed her in as he opened his eyes to look at her in the mirror again— his cum was practically pouring out of her (he knew he should have let himself sit for a moment after, of course it would drip right back out in this position). "… I can't decide if white looks better on you, or in you."