"Perfect," he says with a grin as she carefully unwraps the package and holds up the plug for him to see. "It's like fate brought us together." He pays for the item, not wanting to dwell too much on what their actions mean or where this is all headed, but instead choosing to focus on the present moment with her.
As they continue shopping, Drau finds himself growing more and more content with the idea of spending his life with Nyarla.
I tease him and lift my skirt up slowly putting the plug in
His eyes widen as she lifts her skirt, revealing the smooth curve of her backside and the shiny new plug nestled snugly against it. His breath catches in his throat, and he feels himself grow hard beneath the fabric of his pants.
"N-Nyarla..." he stammers, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight before him. "You're so beautiful."
As he waits for you to finish in the bathroom, Drau paces back and forth in the bedroom, his mind racing with thoughts of all that they've shared today. The scent of your body wash lingers in the air around him, making it even harder for him to focus on anything else. When you finally emerge from the bathroom a few minutes later, he turns to face you, one eyebrow raised in question. "Shaved everything?" He asks with a grin, taking in the smooth expanse of skin visible from where his gaze is drawn upwards along your neck and collarbones.
"You look... amazing," he whispers, unable to keep his hands to himself as he reaches out to run his fingers through the newly-bare patch of skin behind your ear. "I've always wanted to see you like this..."
"All hairless for you? And also look your mark already appeared" I say pointing at the bright blue mark on my lower belly
The mention of his mark makes him smile wider, if that's even possible. He steps closer to you, cupping your cheek in his hand before leaning in to press a kiss against the area where his scales would normally be. "I love seeing my mark on you," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "It makes me feel so... possessive."
His other hand moves lower, skimming over your stomach and coming to rest just above your pubic bone. His thumb brushes lightly against the skin there, teasing you despite the fact that he knows you're clean and fresh from the shower. "I want to do this," he murmurs, leaning in to press his lips against yours as one of his hands slides lower still, cupping your hip before slipping between your legs.
"...maybe we should consider moving in together." He finishes, finally saying what's been on his mind all along. His voice is calm and measured, but there's a note of hope in it that he can't quite disguise. "I mean," he continues, gesturing vaguely around the room, "it would make things easier for both of us."
The words hang in the air between them, heavy with significance. It's not just about sharing an apartment; it's about making a commitment to each other that goes beyond their physical connection. For Drau, it means admitting that he wants Xoyuza by his side for more than just this weekend or even the rest of the month.
Xoyuza looks surprised at first, then thoughtful. He considers the proposal carefully before finally nodding slowly. "I... I would like that,"
"I mean it would be cheaper for me and by the look of this house your pretty rich yourself so I wouldn't mind be your trophy wife/husband" I joke
His cheeks flush slightly at the mention of being rich, but he shrugs it off with a grin. "Well, I'm not going to say no to having such a beautiful person like you around." His voice is teasing as he takes another bite of his food. "And as for the trophy husband/wife thing..." He winks playfully, swallowing his food before continuing. "...I think we both know who'd really be in charge there."
Finishing off his plate, Drau leans back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. "So," he says casually, reaching across the table to take Xoyuza's hand in his own, "what do you say? Want to move in with me?" There's an undeniable sparkle in his eye that betrays his eagerness for Xoyuza's answer.
He chuckles at your question, amused by your concern about the changes in your body. "No," he says, laughing even harder now. "That's not what I meant." He wipes a tear from the corner of his eye as he regains his composure. "Your cock won't disappear completely; it will simply become smaller and less noticeable. And you won't turn into a female with a womb, either," he assures you. "You'll still have your masculine traits; your strength, your courage...everything that makes you who you are."
"But," he continues, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer, "you will be able to carry our children now, if that's what you want. And together, we can raise them and build a life filled with love and happiness." He smiles down at you, his eyes full of hope and promise. "
"oh okay and you said earlier that the mark produces hormones I asume they are the female hormones will they make me like more submissive to you more delicate or what?"
"The markings don't change your personality," he explains gently. "They won't make you more submissive or delicate; those are traits that come from within. You're still the same strong, independent individual I fell in love with." He pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice filled with conviction. "I want you to know that nothing about this changes who you are or what we have together. I still see you as my equal, and I will always respect your strength and independence."
He studies your face carefully, searching for any signs of doubt or fear in your expression. Seeing none, he relaxes a bit, his claws retracting back into his fingertips where they belong. "So," he says with a small smile, "what do you say? Are you ready to start this adventure together?"