ushernet Chapter 170 – Getting Ready for a Breeding Party
Chapter 170 – Getting Ready for a Breeding Party
Chapter 170 – Getting Ready for a Breeding Party
Aurora marched me back up to my room. The sun's light was shining through the windows now. Shyla was waiting by the closet door for me, giving me a small curtsy when I entered the room.
Aurora doesn't stop, heading into the oversized closet. Shyla follows in behind me.
"Shyla, please show our Lady what you were thinking about," Aurora says.
What is going on with her?
"Yes, Mother," my only non-pregnant maid says, moving over to the dreaded pants. Oriphusa was teasing me about the slutty activities, and they want me to wear a damn suit.
"White is always a good choice for these. The women will want to limit how much they drink so they don't spill the wine. Or they would choose to drink white instead of red. Something a bit looser on the outer layers so they can work their hands inside a bit easier, but leaving the last layer to protect your skin from their horny ambitions," Shyla explains, pulling a pure white suit down.
"No," I state. "You want to bind my breasts, don't you. That won't do. Find a dress for me."
"My Lady, the women are expecting to have sex with a man, not a woman," Aurora says. "You will be wearing a suit. You are playing the part of a man, and that is the expectation."
"This is my Goddess damned party. I will wear what I fucking please!" I scream out, the collar giving me a little buzz.
"My Lord, " Aurora starts.
"Lady. Lady maid. I am in a dress right now," I say.
"Mother, stop it. I am the tailor I will be working with our Lady on her outfit," Shyla says. Quite the turn of events here. The lazy brat is trying to be nice this time.
"You know how these are meant to be, Shyla. You are going to have to say the same thing I am saying," Aurora says.
"Our Lady is correct that it is her party. There are rules about men wearing dresses, but our Lady is both. Princess Elora has not stated a clothing style, type, or outfit, so our Lady may wear a dress if she really wishes to," Shyla says. "Why don't you let me and our Lady figure it out while you rest. This has been a hard week for you, and I'm sure the pregnancy is hard on you. Let me take care of her for now and get a nap. I can help her out for a while."
"Shyla aiming for your Mother's..."
"Go, Aurora," I say. She is my maid; I should be able to order her around a bit, right? Wait. Do I need her to remove the command?
"Wait until the command about wearing a suit is removed; then, you should leave," I say through the pain.
"Mother."
"Fine, but you must take it before Princess Elora first to get her approval," Aurora forces out, then leaves me and Shyla in the closet. The white suit still floats in the middle of the room, taunting me.
"Sorry about that, my Lady. I think the body is catching up to her pregnancy. She struggled to fall asleep last night," Shyla says. "I know she cares deeply for you, and she isn't wrong. It is expected that you will wear a suit. Are you sure about wearing a dress?"
"Yes. I told you to dress me like a whore. You can't look like a whore in a suit," I say.
"What if I find a way to?"
"Show me, and we can talk about it," I say.
"I'll work on it, my Lady. So how slutty are we talking?"
"You know that strip you put under my clothing before? I think that could be the outer layer," I say.
"Who taught you how to bargain, my Lady?" Shyla says with a little laugh. "You know I can't do that. Princess Elora would never let you walk around like that, even in a brothel. How about a tight top, not a corset? I remember you didn't like that. Then a longer but tight skirt. We can tease a leg with a slit. Something like this. You'll already have the back cut out for your wings, But I want the straps so I can limit the material covering the breasts."
Shyla switched over to a sage green for the dress with a red trim and accents. The skirt is long, likely going to about my mid-calf on one side. The other has a long slit to give me some freedom to move around. Cinching a little above the waist. I guess it is tight enough to show off my figure.
"Why green?" I ask.
"Do you care how drunk the women get?" Shyla says, turning the dress around for me.
"Not really; I had plenty of women come up to my room plastered before. I know how to have fun with them," I say.
"I need to watch over the party," the Princess says. "I need to make sure the women don't rush you and rape you. Plus, I want to watch all the women getting flustered over your heels."
"You won't be watching me have sex," I say.
The Princess doesn't answer me immediately. Instead she gives me a hug from behind, her head resting on my right shoulder. Her eyes run over my outfit in the mirror.
"No, my love. I will not watch you have sex," she finally says. "I will not intervene today unless you are in danger. I won't say a thing about your choice." Her arms fit right under my breasts.
I wrap my tail around her waist and try to pull her away, but I can't move the warrior an inch. But it gets my message across, a quick peck on the cheek and she lets me go.
"Fine," I say.
"Good, I think Aurora wants to put a splash of makeup on you, and then you can greet your guests," the Princess says. "I think the same as the first dinner, but whatever you want will be fine. Within reason."
I doubt Aurora would let me do anything the Princess doesn't agree with anyway.
"Strip for me," I blurt out before the Princess can leave.
"Excuse me?" the Princess says, frozen at the door.
"I want you and your maid to strip for me," I say, keeping my head up.
"Really now. You just wanted to make sure I wasn't watching you have sex, and now you want to see my naked body again," the Princess says. "I suppose my maid does need to apologize to you. Are you trying to check if I'm pregnant? I already had Oriphusa confirm I'm not."
"I want to check something else."
"You like how you look in the mirror, don't you," the Princess says. "Are you unsure about yourself now? Do you hate the fact that you love what you see? I can tell you for sure. I love what I see."
"I'm worried. I like how I look too much, I guess," I say, knowing my collar will force the answer out anyway.
"If you fell in love with what you look like, I wouldn't blame you. I promise I made no sacrifices in marrying you—not beauty, strength, or personality," the Princess says. "I'm struggling to make you feel the same, I know. But I'll strip for you. Sedriresa, would you like to help my husband?"
"Yes, your Highness," the strange maid says. The pair walk into the middle of the room, where the maid starts helping the Princess strip. Shyla joins her in taking off the simple red dress to reveal that the Princess has nothing underneath—just her giant chest and bugling muscles. Once the dress is off, Shyla helps the dark maid out of her uniform, revealing yet another naked body.
Did they know I would ask this?
I looked over the duo and realized this was a stupid thing to do. The Princess isn't pregnant, is beautiful, and is making me want to fuck her again.
Fucking bitch.
The maid, on the other hand, feels off. She feels like her body should look different from how it does.
"Something wrong?" Elora asks.
"What race is your maid? I have this weird feeling that she doesn't look right," I say. Can't lie to an owner and all that.
"Dark elf, she's looked like this my entire life," Elora says.
"Ok," I say.
"Did this help you?" the maid asks.
"Kind of. I guess I just like pretty things," I say, my focus returning to Elora.
"I'm glad you think I'm pretty, Love," Elora says. "You look stunning in that dress. But we really must get going; you need to finish getting ready. I do have a little surprise for you at the party. I hope you like it."
I don't say anything; I don't care for her surprises unless it is my Mommy. I just watch the two maids put her dress back on. The maid uses magic to get dressed, and together, they leave.
Aurora steps back in and beckons me out of the room to my desk, where she puts on the same makeup as before.