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Awareness returns slowly.
Duo isn’t used to being groggy in the evening. Typically, he awakens refreshed from a long day’s sleep and ready to set out on the hunt. But something feels different this time. It feels as if his head is stuffed with cotton, like his eyelids are made of lead. His limbs are stiff and aching. His back is killing him.
There’s something warm… very warm and wet, something pleasant edging along his consciousness. He sighs, shifting his hips, angling himself as that sensation sparks a fire in his belly. Something is drawing pleasure out of him. Remnants of a nice dream, perhaps, that conflict with the uneasiness tugging at the fringe of his mind.
As he slowly drifts between the realm of sleep and the waking world, he realizes that his arms are spread, held above and out at a strange angle. When he tries to pull them in, tries to curl around whatever is making him feel so good, the bite of metal at his wrists stops him. It’s enough to jerk his eyes open, good dreams or no.
This is not his coffin.
The flow of air around him should have been a giveaway, but he feels so numbed all over that it was hard to tell with his eyes closed. He’s not in his cozy coffin bed; he’s not even in his own bedroom underground. There’s no telling where he is, because he’s never seen this room before in his long life.
Two halves of his brain war with each other for a moment. Panic rises in his chest as he takes in the little round room, the candles that seem to be floating near the ceiling, the shackles around his wrists. His lower half is moving, rocking in time with whatever is wrapped around his cock, slick and firm and wet, now and then hard almost like teeth—
Finally, he manages to look down. His mouth opens in a scream that can’t even get out of his throat.
Something, or someone, between his legs. Holding them apart and up. His knees are crooked over broad shoulders, his black slacks still on but the placket open to allow the man – creature? – to suck him off.
“Wha—Hey!” Duo manages, drawing the attention of the beast – it has to be a beast. A werewolf, Duo realizes as fear seizes him in frigid thrall, as the creature rises up to look at him. A man’s face, set with the deepest blue eyes Duo has ever seen, gleaming beneath shaggy chocolate brown hair that falls over them. Brown furry ears perk upward, inquiring, almost innocent compared to the wicked smirk he wears.
“I’m just warming you up,” the werewolf rumbles. “She’ll be back in a minute.”
“Sh- she?” Who is ‘she’? Where is he? Under normal circumstances, Duo is almost certain that he could take a werewolf, even one as large as this. Tied down as he is, with his head still swimming and his body feeling like it weighs about two tons, he couldn’t defeat a Chihuahua in a fight.
The werewolf bends, and Duo whines as he’s engulfed again. The room blurs around him. Now that he’s a little more aware, he can feel that he’s chained to a padded table. The upholstery is draped with a pink satin sheet that retains the warmth of his body as he tries to move from side to side, testing his bonds. The air is chilly, owing to the open window above a low bookshelf laden with thick tomes and stacks of scrolls. The candles above, dozens of them, glow orange and cast the room in an eerie light. He can smell warm wax mingling with the scent of the night.
The wolf takes him deeper into his mouth, and Duo’s whines become moans. The thought of escape is distant now, something that sounds pretty good until he tries to actually figure it out. Large hands, tipped with sharp claws that he can feel prickling through the fabric of his slacks, grip his ass and move him in time with the bobbing of the wolf’s head. Faster he goes, then faster, until Duo can feel orgasm creeping over him – and then it stops.
“Not yet,” the wolf growls against his erection, placing a light kiss there, almost an apology, before lowering Duo’s hips.
“And why not?” a new voice asks, and Duo turns his head to the side, his eyes widening as he notices the woman standing in the doorway. She gives him a smile that would be warm and welcoming were it not for the chains and the werewolf looming above him. “I said you could have fun with him,” she says to the wolf. “Don’t stop on my account.”
“I want to enjoy him together,” the wolf says, and the woman gives a little laugh – soft, low, sinister. Duo shivers.
Stepping into the room, she silently commands their attention. She’s not particularly imposing in appearance, but there’s something about the way she carries herself that tells Duo that she’s in charge here. Dressed in a robe of light lavender and pink, with a wide-brimmed hat to match, she shouldn’t be as intimidating as she is. Yet her eyes gleam in the shadows, her aristocratic brow arched just slightly as she takes in the sight of Duo on the table.
“It seems the spell has mostly worn off,” she says. “Though, of course, you’ll still be too weak to fight us for some time. You can’t even transform, can you?” She clicks her tongue. “Poor thing.”
“Who’re you?” It’s hard to make his tongue work, but the wolf hasn’t gone back to gulping down his cock. He can at least concentrate a little better. “What do you want?”
“My name is Relena,” she says, crossing the room to stand by the table. “This is Heero, my assistant.”
“Servant,” the wolf grunts, and Relena smiles good-naturedly.
“Depending on the day… In any case, I hope you’re comfortable, Duo.”
Comfortable? He’s chained to a table in a strange place with strange people who somehow know his name. He wants to say as much, but his tongue still feels heavy. “How d’you… know me?” It takes some effort just to speak; he can’t inject as much of the vitriol as he’d like to.
Her smile grows a fraction. “Never mind that,” she says. “I’m sure you’re primarily concerned with why I’ve had you brought here.”
He’s so entranced by her gaze that the slide of a fingertip down the side of his neck startles him. He jumps, though the restraints do their job in securing him. “Shhh,” Relena shushes him, her touch firming as she reaches the torn edge of his open collar, pushing beneath it to grip his shoulder. “Just relax. We’re not going to hurt you.”
“Unless you struggle,” the werewolf growls, and his voice sends a shockwave through Duo’s body – not of fear this time, but something else that he’ll deny to his last breath. His muscles grow taut as he shifts, willing with all his might to take flight in his bat form even knowing that it’s useless. Whatever is working through his system is suppressing all of his power.
“You’re so… tense.” The witch’s voice is almost pitying as she strokes along Duo’s braided hair. He watches her hand as it follows the snaking rope where it lies across the table to the side of his head. “Rest assured that this process will be painless for you.”
“What process?” he snarls. Her touch is enlivening him, shaking off some of the magic that binds him.
“I need something from you,” she says, totally unaffected by his ire. Her hand wanders back up the length of his braid, disappearing again as he feels her touch behind his ear. “You can give it willingly, or I can take it from you. The choice is yours. But I will have it.” Her tone is still light, but there’s a core of steel there, a hint of danger.
“Like hell will I give anything to you!” Duo spits, flinching as the witch’s fingers trace the shell of his ear. “What makes you think I have anything you even want?”
She giggles this time, bubbly and bright, far too innocent a sound for someone like her. “Heero,” she says, “I don’t think he’ll need these anymore.” She fingers the edge of his collar. “Would you mind…?”
The grip on the front of his shirt gives way almost immediately as fabric tears. Duo gasps as he finds himself suddenly exposed to the chilly air. Buttons pop and ping and thump onto the floor, muffled as they land on the rug. His trousers fare even worse, ripping clean down the middle and pulled off of his legs like cheap stockings.
“That was—” Duo starts, but is cut off by his own gasp as Relena’s hand lands flat on his chest.
“Show him to me,” Relena says, her eyes boring into Duo’s, and he doesn’t know what she wants until Heero grabs the backs of his thighs and forces his legs up again. His breath escapes him as his knees are bent, as those clawed hands hold him in place, exposing him to the cool air.
“Gorgeous,” Relena purrs, her pupils dilating slightly, her breath catching as she examines him. Her fingers trail down his abs, along his slim waist, around his thigh, to his ass. Suddenly she becomes rougher, almost possessive in the way she palms him there. “Oh, Heero, you’ve found me quite a specimen…”
Heero’s growl is almost a chuckle. “I thought you’d be pleased.”
“I am very pleased, dear.” Her free hand lifts, scratching along Heero’s jaw, making the wolf squeeze his eyes in contentment. “He’s absolutely stunning.”
“Stop talkin’ about me like I’m a science project!” Duo hisses, indignant at the way they talk about him, the way they’re looking at him.
“You’re no science project,” she titters. “But you are mine for now, so you may as well just relax and enjoy it.”
“Listen, witch—”
“It’s Relena.”
“Relena, then! What the hell do you want with me?!”
He halfway expects another deflection, but this time she actually answers. “I’m making a concoction, and I’m all out of the most important ingredient.”
“And that’d be…?”
“We’ll get to that.” She moves around the table so she can stroke along his legs, her touch purposeful, intending to let him know that she can do what she likes with him. Against his inclinations, he can feel himself growing hard again.
“Excited, are you?” she says. “I knew you’d agree once you see how good it feels.”
“I ain’t agreed to shit!”
“You will.” She sounds so sure of herself, and he fears she may be right. Her fingertips are now ghosting back down to his ass, where she massages for a moment before moving up his thighs once more. The motion is so smooth, so assured, that he wonders how many more she’s done this to. How many other vampires have wound up in her little trap, under her enchanting touch?
The wolf hasn’t moved from where he kneels. He’s watching Relena, his expression impassive but his eyes shining with excitement. He exchanges a look with her, and Duo can practically feel the thrill shared between them. The corner of Heero’s mouth quirks just slightly.
“Why don’t you get him ready?” she says to him, and the faint smile becomes a full smirk as those midnight blue eyes shift to Duo. Heero grips his hips, lifts them until Duo is almost doubled over, and disappears from view.
“What the fu—Oh…!” The curse dies on his lips the moment the hot, wet tongue touches his rim. Suddenly Duo is putty in the wolf’s paws. What’s the use in fighting something that feels so wonderful, that makes his nerves dance like this?
“That’s it.” Relena coaxes his hips a little higher with a light brush of her fingers, climbing onto the table with them. He realizes that she’s transformed herself, too. Her light lavender robes have become a satin nightgown, riding high on her thighs and low on her breasts. When she shifts her legs beneath her, he catches a flash of white lace at the same time that the tip of Heero’s tongue breaches his tight entrance, and his stomach drops out from under him. It’s almost enough to make him come.
“Not so fast.” Relena’s eyes, glittering aquamarine, miss nothing of his flushed face, his stuttering breath. She cups his cheek tenderly, smiling down at him like a benevolent spirit rather than his captor. “There’s plenty of pleasure to be had if you can hold out for a bit longer.”
He’s beyond asking what she wants now. That much is obvious, and while he can’t imagine what any of this has to do with a potion, there’s no other way to interpret that gaze of hers or the way Heero’s tongue is pumping in and out of him. Duo whines, shutting his eyes against the onslaught of sensation that threatens to pull him under, and the table shifts slightly as Relena adjusts herself.
“Let him down, Heero,” Relena says, and Heero complies, his hands firm but not rough as he lowers Duo’s hips, careful of his claws against Duo’s bare skin. “Under him,” she commands, and is again obeyed. Heero moves to lie alongside Duo, pausing a moment to look into his eyes, searching, before he seems satisfied to continue. He lifts Duo easily as Relena slackens the chains with a spell, and they reposition with Heero under him, Duo’s back resting along his front. The vampire simply lets himself be maneuvered, feeling drugged on his own hormones, suppressed by the knowledge that he is theirs now. Helpless. He shivers again, lets his head loll back, breathes deeply as Heero settles under him.
“I think I’d like you to lift his legs up,” Relena muses, sounding like she’s deciding what to have for a snack. “Hold him steady.”
“Hn.” Heero’s voice resonates in Duo’s body. His hardness is pushed into Duo’s lower back, sliding a little in the precum that practically pours from the tip – or is it lube? Has the wolf prepared himself already? Did the witch do it?
It seems that Relena is also distracted by Heero’s cock. “This looks painful,” she says to him, and Duo can see her arm working, can feel her hand stroking up and down beneath him. “Why don’t we get you some relief? You’ve been very good for me tonight.”
Heero growls, and this time the timbre of it trembles in Duo’s heart, shattering all illusion of resistance. He doesn’t know what the witch has done to him, but he wants this, and he’s going to go crazy if he doesn’t get it. Her fingertips against his entrance are a relief. He could cry with how badly he craves it.
“Tsk… Heero, you didn’t even prepare him properly.” Relena drops the werewolf’s heavy cock and stands up again, reaching for a glass phial on a table nearby. “I suppose you let your emotions get ahead of you.”
Heero growls again. “Hurry up.” It’s more a plea than a demand, a bit of a whine in his voice, but Relena’s eyes cut sharply to him, her brows drawing down severely.
“Talk back to me again, and I’ll let you sit this one out.”
There is a soft chuff of resignation, instant submission. A second later, Duo yelps as those large hands cup his ass and spread him wide. He can feel his hole clenching against the cool air, and he grabs onto the chains that bind him, more for something to do with his hands than anything else. Heero’s strength is steady and true, his body supporting Duo’s perfectly. The vampire is held securely as Relena kneels on the table below him.
The first touch of cold, slick oil has Duo flinching, but Relena’s fingers are relentless. “I think you can accommodate us nicely,” she says, sliding inside with ease. His treacherous body welcomes her as if this is the most natural thing in the world, as if he’s been used like this a thousand times before. He loves the way it feels, and he hates the way he needs it, the way he moans like a whore for her as she hilts two fingers deep inside.
“That’s it, let me in,” she says softly. “You take it very well, Duo.”
“How… Ah… How d’you know my name…?” It’s a small detail, but it nags at him all the same, pulling him partway out of the pleasured haze. Smirking, Relena moves so that she’s looming over his lower half, her free hand going right for his dick. She seems to know full well how to control him, and his mind slips back under again like she’s just cast a spell on him.
“We know quite a bit about you,” she says, working him slowly as she stretches him inside. “Heero’s been watching you for a while now. He’s told me all about you, and I have to agree with his taste.”
This whole scenario had been planned well in advance, then. Duo wants to get angry about that, but he can’t muster the will. Her fingers are dancing inside him, twisting and working him open, heedless of the way he pants and tries to writhe in Heero’s grip. “Hold still,” Heero murmurs against his ear. “Let her get you ready. We’ll tear you in two if you’re not prepped.”
Heero’s words would be a threat but for the way he says them, soft and coaxing, as if he’s actually worried that Duo might be hurt. Such tenderness is jarring, and he turns his face into Heero’s neck, tucking under his chin, shaking all over as the witch spreads him wide on her fingers.
“Good boy…” Relena says, pressing a kiss to the back of his thigh as she pulls out of him. “Very good. I think you’re ready for us now.”
“U- us?” What is he ready for? He knows the gist of where this is going, but he’s having trouble imagining what she might be talking about. Is Heero going to fuck him? Is she? How is she going to manage that?
The press of Heero’s heat against him derails that train of thought. It suddenly doesn’t matter what exactly they want to do to him. Whatever the logistics, she obviously has a plan. There’s no need for him to worry about the details, so he lets go of it. He gives into the magic still pulsing through his veins, lets it take him away on a wave of pleasure as Heero breaches him. Duo is arching upward, mouth open wide, unseeing and unfeeling except for the burn of entry.
It’s a decisive thrust that buries Heero completely, and Duo finally cries out, unable to hold back anymore. Sweat sticks his back to Heero’s torso as Heero grits his teeth and works to angle himself properly. His growling is a constant low frequency rumble, thrilling enough to keep Duo’s mind from spinning off into space, soothing enough to relax him as he’s invaded, as his body accepts the intrusion.
“Beautifully done, Heero,” Relena praises. She’s still kneeling down there in her silky nightgown, looking so deceptively soft and sweet. Her eyes give her away. She’s watching every twitch of Duo’s hole struggling to accommodate the thick invader, her eyes molten with desire, telegraphing her hunger. “How does he feel?” she asks. “Is he tight?”
“Hn,” Heero grunts, strained. He’s holding himself still now, his muscles tensed. “He’s amazing,” he pants. “You’d better hurry.”
Conjuring something that Duo can’t see, Relena takes him in hand and presses something soft to the tip of his dick. She unrolls it over him, encasing him in a thin membrane, and Duo nearly panics until she catches his eye and smiles at him reassuringly. “This will only capture your seed for me,” she says. “That’s what I need for my potion.”
“M- my seed?” he gasps as Heero gives a short thrust, jostling them momentarily. “You mean my—Why?” He wants to laugh, but it’s difficult with several inches of cock stealing his breath. “Why didn’t you just ask me… A- ask me to… Aaah…” Another shallow thrust is followed by a deeper one, and his voice goes out the window with his breath and his thoughts. What else are these two going to take from him?
Relena’s still smiling, stroking him through the sheathe. “It’s said to be much more potent when milked from within. I’d like to test that theory myself.”
His knowledge of potions is admittedly lacking, but somehow he doubts this. The witch probably saw vampire semen on the ingredient list and decided to collect in a way that tickles her twisted fancy. For all he knows, she could be lying about all of it.
There’s a thread of indignation still within his grasp. If he sets his mind to it, he could be very angry about all of this. But then Heero pulls out, a long and laborious process, before plunging inside again. Relena’s hand tightens around his cock. And it’s all over for his indignation. He can be mad later. Right now, he just wants to be theirs.
For a moment, he loses track of what Relena’s doing. The werewolf’s cock is demanding all of his attention. It’s just past the new moon, so the man isn’t capable of fully transforming yet. Duo can’t feel the fabled knot said to form around the full moon. But it’s big and hard, hot and slick, and Duo can’t say that he minds the absence of the knot.
Heero’s hands are now playing with Duo’s nipples, swirling around them, perking them and then pressing them down with the calloused pads of his fingers. Now and then a sharp nail grazes the sensitive skin, and Duo curses and tightens around Heero, sending shockwaves through both of them.
When softer fingertips touch his stretched hole, Heero stops moving, panting hard over Duo’s shoulder. The vampire can sense Relena moving down there, though his eyes are shut tight against the onslaught of sensation. “Relax for me,” Relena admonishes, and something firm and blunt pushes against him, nudging next to Heero.
His eyes snap open. Relena is looking at him intensely, her hypnotic gaze quelling the fear and leaving only excitement as that slick something begins to make its way in alongside Heero. Both men grunt and groan as the pressure increases, as Relena flexes her hips—
Is she fucking him?
She’s fucking him. Duo can hardly believe it, but it’s happening. His eyes go wide as he watches her, watches the subtle shift in her expression. Her cock – or whatever it is – feels to be made almost of soft marble. It has some give, but nothing like living flesh. It’s smooth and cool and unrelenting in the way it forces him apart. Before he knows what’s happening, she’s bottomed out, and Heero moans deep in his throat, and Duo’s world whites out as everything shimmers and trembles around him.
“Did he come?” Heero’s voice. It brings Duo back to himself a little. He might have blacked out, but he can’t be sure. He feels like he’s been drifting for ages.
“No,” Relena says. “I believe they call that a plateau.” And then she moves, and Duo remembers where he is and what they’re doing.
Something is buzzing, humming in his ears. Duo can’t make sense of anything anymore. He can feel Heero’s breath on his shoulder, and he can feel the hard press of their hands on his thighs and his hips. He can feel them inside him, violating him so thoroughly that he doubts he’ll ever be able to walk again.
The world narrows then, leaving just the scent of his lovers and the feeling of his own sweat cooling in the air and the slide of them within him. They’re claiming him, breaking him, remaking him into their plaything. His head tells him he can’t take any more even as his body screams for it. He might be actually screaming; it’s hard to tell.
Release comes in agonizing waves building on each other until he goes under. Now he’s sure he’s screaming, his voice echoing in the high ceiling, ringing in the bedposts, vibrating through his lovers and himself and uniting them for a second of infinite bliss. When it recedes, it leaves him cold and empty, and he falls back with a sob, weaker than ever but suddenly so aware that he can feel every whorl of their fingerprints on his skin.
Shuddering, Heero comes undone, gripping Duo’s hips so hard they’re sure to bruise, slamming upward with blind fervor. It seems that he had held back, waiting for Duo to finish before he let himself go. Now that he has the right of way, he hurtles into it headlong, flooding Duo’s passage with hot cum that squelches and slides out around where they’re all joined.
Relena is rocking faster now, the buzzing of her vibrator powerful enough that Duo can feel it. “Stay like that,” she pants harshly, holding onto his thighs for balance. “Don’t you pull out yet, Heero. Hold him still.”
The werewolf’s hands are trembling, but he obeys. He must be overstimulated so soon after climax, but he endures the glide of her shaft along his, biting down on Duo’s shoulder to silence himself. Duo can only lie suspended in his hold, opening himself for Relena, welcoming her, silently urging her toward the end. Their gazes lock, shimmering tropical waves and twilight sky, and Relena mouths three words, three syllables as her expression slackens and she tumbles over the edge, three words that are echoed by the husky growl in his ear.
Her keening wail, the force of her body pushing into his, the glint of the light in her hair and the glimpse of a pink nipple as her nightgown slips, all are stunning. But those words echo in his soul, and he repeats them aloud as his eyes slide shut and his consciousness finally lets him go. I love you.
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“Well, I can’t say it was a bad idea.”
“But?”
“… But, I think we overdid it a little bit.” Relena bites her lower lip as she looks at the devastation around them. Her costume is actually the better off of the three, lying rumpled but otherwise intact on the floor of the bedroom. Heero’s is a mess, the fur collar of his vest matted with sweat, his fluffy eared headband lying on the other side of the bed, snapped in two. He had ripped the tail out of his pants, tossing it onto a bedside table and knocking over the lube, which has formed a nice little puddle that drips down to the carpet.
Their costumes will survive, or can be repaired. Duo’s, on the other hand…
“Did you really have to rip it off of him?” Relena chides, fingering a scrap of black fabric from the vampire costume that now decorates the bedspread here, there, and everywhere.
Heero is busy untying the silk scarves that had tethered Duo’s wrists to the bedposts, but he glances over his shoulder at her and shrugs. “I was in character,” he says. “Werewolves in movies are always tearing clothes.”
He might have exercised a bit more restraint, but she holds back that thought. There’s no point now. Moving to help release Duo from his bonds, she rubs his wrists where red rings are already forming. “At least he’s asleep now,” she says, brushing her fingers over his forehead, checking for fever and finding none. Between the cold medicine he'd taken before and the thorough pounding he'd just received, he's down for the count. “He needs to rest. It’s just a shame about his costume.”
“I don’t think he’ll mind. He wanted to get some use out of it, and I’d say we accomplished that.”
She can’t argue. Duo’s primary concern, when he’d fallen ill on the day before Halloween, was that he would have to miss the Halloween Ball being thrown for charity by the former kingdom of Sanc. Rest and medication hadn’t improved his situation. Dressing up in their costumes was the least they could do to make him feel better. But with his outfit destroyed, Relena isn’t sure he’ll be very happy when he wakes up.
Heero gets out of bed and slides his arms under Duo, moving him to a more comfortable position. He disappears into the bathroom with the strap on and the vibrator as Relena gathers the bits of Duo’s costume, lamenting its loss. He had really looked spectacular in it. They had all looked great, when they’d finished dressing, just before Duo had suggested a little roleplay and brought out the silk ties. He’d insisted he was feeling better, and really, all he had to do was lie there… It might help him recover… Well, how could they refuse?
He remains out of it as they clean him up, but opens his eyes as Relena tucks the blankets around him. “Hey,” he murmurs, blinking up at her tiredly.
“Hey, yourself,” she says. “Are you alright, dearest?”
“Mmfine.” He coughs. “Did I pass out?”
“You did,” Heero says, dimming the lights using the dial on the wall by the door. “Not long. How do you feel?”
“Great.” Duo grins. “A little sore, but I feel awesome. Thanks, guys.”
“Don’t thank us just yet…” Relena picks up a piece of Duo’s trousers and holds them up for him to see. “Heero destroyed your costume, I’m afraid.”
“I was in character,” Heero grumps.
“That’s OK,” Duo says, still smiling hazily at them. “It was amazing. Lena, you really pulled out all the stops for that one, huh?”
“I may have read something similar once…” She clears her throat, thinking of the seedy erotica novel she’d purchased in her youth and hid under her mattress. “In any case, I’ll buy you a new costume next year.”
“Nah,” he says, nestling into the pillow and closing his eyes. “Next year, we can all go as Greek gods. I’ll be Hades. It’ll be awesome.”
“You’re still drugged,” Relena sighs, smoothing down his hair and laying his messy braid aside out of his way. “Duo… Duo? Oh, he’s asleep again.” Indeed he is, breathing softly, eyelashes resting atop his cheeks, looking so innocent that Relena can’t help leaning down and giving him a peck on the forehead. “I still think he’s going to be upset when he comes out of this.”
“Maybe.” Heero sits beside her, taking her hand in his as he bends to kiss Duo’s cheek. “Sorry,” he mutters. “I’ll pay to replace it.”
“No use now,” she says. “It’s already over.” The bedside clock reads 12:07.
“We don’t have to just wear these on Halloween,” Heero says, fingering the hem of his vest. “I can fix the headband, and we can get Duo another vampire outfit…”
She slaps him playfully on the shoulder. “Heero, get your mind out of the gutter!”
“Don’t you mean, ‘bad dog’?”
She laughs quietly, mindful of their sleeping lover, but she immediately starts to compile the list in her head: pants, shirt, waistcoat… At least the batwing cape was spared, having been draped over the stool at the dressing table before they began. If she makes an appointment with her tailor now…
Well, there’s nothing wrong with keeping up the spirit of Halloween year round, is there?