This is an 8700 word novella intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, sex with a non-human character, sex of dubious consent, implied pregnant sex, BDSM, and other depictions of adult sexuality that some readers might find objectionable. Explicit language and adult only content.
“You don’t want me naked?” she asked, teasing.
He didn’t realize she was teasing. “I don’t…know what to do,” he confessed. There was no way he could figure out her bustier and it seemed rude to yank off her tight pants first.
She laughed at him. “You’re a virgin?” she asked. There was a lilt to her voice, as if she had an accent that only came out when she was tired or relaxed or drunk.
“No,” he snapped. “I’m just…inexperienced. I’ve only had a couple of girlfriends.”
“I’ll give you something to talk about then, yes?” She bent down, unzipped her knee-high boots and kicked them off. He noticed the yellow lace stitching around the soles and wondered which kink shop she bought the Doc Martens from. Then she turned around and indicated her back. “Untie the laces,” she ordered. This was obviously something she had done before with other lovers. Harry didn’t mind.
The ties to the bustier were easy to figure out once he studied them a moment. The stiff garment loosened around her body and she pulled it up and over her shoulders and head. Then she turned around to present him with her bare breasts.
They were beautiful.