Coye 6.18

One more left to edit until I'm caught up.

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Chapter 18 - Fashion Sale

It turned out that tagging along with Britni to check out the rumors that Darkwood General Store would be getting some high-quality fashion in stock was the best decision Tiph had made in ages. She was skeptical at best, not expecting much from a little backwater shop run by some sketchy milf. Her main intention in coming was to potentially scope out Suzette, but even if that didn't pan out and the clothes were shit, the vision before her was more than worth the hassle of hauling her ass out of bed.

It wasn't enough that Coye was wearing the goofiest, gayest little get-up she'd seen in ages, but then he had to go and say the lamest joke in all of recorded Karnallian history. Gods- it was so good.

"Ho. Lee. Shiiiiiit. Britni, are you, like, seeing this shit? I can't evennnn- fuck- I can't breath-" Tiph's attempts to hold back her laughter failed as they held up the line. Then, she looked over her shoulder at her friend and saw Britni was very much indeed seeing this shit, and her snortfest stopped immediately.

In all ways except physically, Britni was gone. Her icy eyes faded in color as she stared blankly ahead, body trembling like she'd just caught a deathly chill even despite her fur coat. Warmth drained from her face as her lips parted, asking the boy in the exaggerated sailor uniform, "Coye...?" in vain.

As if it could be anyone else.

His face filled with flush, and he was sweating profusely, but he answered by raising his hand and casually waving. "Hey, Britni... Tiph..." Coye said, his voice little more than a whisper. "Are you two coming in? You're, uh... kind of holding up the line."

Tiph turned around at the impatient people they cut ahead of, then looked back to her troubled friend. She couldn't give less of a shit about the townsfolk, but Tiph couldn't ignore Britni when she was like this. Not when she was so obviously close to having one of her mental breakdowns. Even though she would've loved nothing more than to see the chaos unravel, it was up to Tiph to be the mature one.

"Oh, we will," she promised, suddenly placing her hand on Britni's shoulder and leading the blanked-out Viking away from the line. "But it juuuust so happens we forgot a little something we needed to take care of, right? Riiiight. Go on and sail off without us for a hot minute, kay?"

"Um... okay..." Coye watched, confused and slightly relieved as they departed into the nearest alleyway.

'Should I go after them and make sure she's okay, or-'

'Probably not,' Shayla forced herself to say despite knowing what kind of entertaining drama might ensue if he followed them, but she was already asking a lot of Coye today, and she had to draw a line for herself. 'Just do your thing and try not to worry about them, okay?'

'Yeah, sure, I'll pretend it never happened...' he sighed and filed the comically traumatic memory of opening his eyes and seeing two of his bullies staring at him at one of the most embarrassing moments of his life thus far.

Over in the nearest alleyway, the head bully wasn't doing so well. Some of her composure returned now that the initial shock was over, but the poison filling her mind split her thoughts in twain. Britni didn't know what to make of any of this. Rather, she did but knew she shouldn't.

"I don't understand, Tiph...!" She balled her fists, almost snapping her fake nails painted seafoam with yellow lightning bolts. "He... that... that pathetic milk-drinker... I thought he was doing so good lately! I thought I could ease off of him for a while, and maybe he'd..."

"Girl, you need to chill." Tiph put her hands on her hips and frowned. "He was just, liiike, wearing a stupid little outfit. What's the big deal?"

"Stupid...?" Britni scoffed. "Are you kidding me? That outfit was... he was... gods, just the single cutest fucking thing I've ever seen!"

"...Uh-huh." Tiph raised a brow at her friend's tastes. Sure, she could concede he looked cute in a dorky way, but that was mainly due to his embarrassment. The outfit itself didn't do much for Tiph.

"He has so much potential- you don't understand!" There was a crate of glass bottles nearby which Britni took her conflicted emotions out on, kicking into the nearest wall powerfully enough to shatter the box and the bottles within to pieces. Thankfully it flew far enough that none of the flying splinters or shards got close to them, but it still worried Tiph.

"Seeing him like that makes me want to just go fucking crazy on him- I want to dress him up, put makeup on him, do his hair- but I shouldn't! I shouldn't be doing any of this!" She pulled at her own hair and grimaced.

"Calm yourself, bitch!" Tiph got in close despite the danger and grabbed her wrists. There was no way an average person like her could physically stop Britni, but their trust caused her grip to loosen, allowing Tiph to stop her. "There you go, that's better. Remember, Brit. Your family isn't here right now, so who gives a shit what they would think?"

"Yeah... you're right..." Britni nodded vacantly but didn't appear convinced. Let alone the fact that her family believed she was a proper Viking without any interest in frivolous Karnallian indecencies such as fashion and cosmetics, she couldn't dare imagine what would happen if she brought home a boy wearing... that.

Britni felt a painful pressure in her head like someone grabbed the two halves of her brain and was forcibly ripping them far apart. One side of her loved to see Coye all cute and adorable and wanted to treat him like her own personal dress-up doll, the same way she did with Coco. The other was filled with terror and flashing memories of a boat set aflame by a blazing arrow she herself had shot.

Tiph recognized Britni's schism, having seen and assisted her through many similar episodes. "Do we need to go back home, or what?"

"But... if we don't at least check out the clothes while we're here, everything might get sold out!" Britni gritted her teeth and exhaled sharply.

"Brit..."

"Tiph, do you have any fucking idea how much I miss the stores back in Perlshaw and Imperalis? This shitty, backward-ass town never has anything good. Everyone wears fucking brown and gray and brownish-gray..." Britni shivered.

"It's not like I don't miss that, either," Tiph sighed fondly. She reminisced on all the times the four of them went shopping together, back when there were stores worth going to. "But I think you miiiight be getting your hopes up a little too high."

"I don't care. If they have anything half as good as the kind of junk we used to buy, coming here was well worth the mental trauma!"

Knowing she'd hit a wall with managing Britni's mood, Tiph shrugged and ran her hand through her hair. "Whatever. I just don't think you should be around him today if he makes you act all crazy..."

"It's not him," Britni admitted in a rare moment of self-clarity. "It's me. Fuck, I like seeing him like that! But it just... tears me apart, and I can't fucking..."

"Reaaally not making a strong case for yourself here, girl."

"I'm fine. End of story." Britni summoned up her resolve and put her foot down. Whether or not she was telling the truth, Tiph understood it wasn't up for further discussion.

"Alright, alright, fine... let's get this over with, I guess... do you want something to calm you down, or no?" Tiph reached for her potion bag and waited for Britni's confirmation.

"Nah. I don't feel like getting all loopy right now."

"Shame, it'd do you some good..." the alchemist sighed. Britni was easier to handle after some mellowmilk but didn't take it anywhere near as often as Tiph did, even though Tiph always ensured Britni carried some in her purse in case of emergencies. "Let's get this over with, then."

Tiph nodded but was thinking again about how better off Britni would be if her plan was successful. Assuming she moved forward with it, there was no way Britni would give a damn about him anymore... but Tiph wasn't blind to the love Britni carried for him. The way she lit up when describing how cute he was in his sailor outfit hit her with guilt, but Tiph tried not to dwell on that.

Together, they entered the store after Britni had fully settled down.

Coye was nervously talking to a group of customers. They'd all been in the audience the day of his big battle and predictably wanted his attention, but it was all starting to run together. He felt as if he'd been asked every question that could be asked. He tried remaining friendly, but it was obvious he wasn't interested. Britni and Tiph were still on his mind, and when they came in through the front door, his embarrassment was renewed.

Britni started glaring at him, frozen in place. Though not as distant as she was outside the shop, it still worried Coye to see. He thought she'd start acting nicer, but this whole interaction thus far shot those hopes down. She hated when he looked and acted feminine even though it was none of her business, and he understood that outfit of his wasn't doing him any favors in Britni's eyes.

Shayla had a different interpretation.

'You know that Britni's totally checking you out right now, right?'

'Is that so?' Coye mentally scoffed, sure of himself. 'Then why does she look so angry?'

'Because she's fucked up in the head, dummy. If you don't believe me, go on and give her a wave and see what she does. Seriously- try it!'

The last thing Coye wanted was more attention, but his curiosity couldn't help itself. He wanted to know if Shayla knew what she was talking about. Coye stopped avoiding Britni's gaze and raised his hand at her, waving lazily and summoning an uncomfortable smile. Sure enough, Britni blushed in response immediately. He thought for sure she was going to get angry and start sparking up the place, but all that happened was that she looked off to the side, nervously adjusted her hair, and then awkwardly waved back at him before heading off with Tiph to look at the nearest clothing display.

He couldn't believe it, but Shayla was right. More than that, Britni's reaction was downright cute. Had he gotten the wrong idea about the reason she stared at him?

'Yes.' Shayla answered his internal monologue, correctly predicting what he was thinking at that very moment.

'Whatever,' Coye sighed, then returned to answering some questions from his new fans.

All in all, Shayla had made a crazy amount of clothes for a mere two work sessions. Magic helped a lot, allowing her to work on multiple items simultaneously, but the sheer amount was beyond Suzette's expectations. Had she known it would turn out so well, she would've pushed further with her marketing and had a longer build-up to today's event. She was making her way through the customers, engaging with her regulars and chatting idly with them on a first-name basis, all while answering questions about the fashion on display. No one would be ready to check out anytime soon, so Suzette had plenty of time to work her way to her true objective- Britni and Tiph.

They were surprised when Coye's older lover approached them, despite already knowing this was her store. There was something about Suzette that proved intimidating, even to Britni. The dark way she smiled, the mysterious way her bangs fell over her left eye, her low, welcoming tone of voice... when she came up behind the two girls, they didn't know what to think.

"Is that you, Britni?" Suzette asked the only person in all of Cransmere crazy enough to wear a fancy fur coat on a mildly hot summer's day. "I'm glad to see you again in better circumstances."

"Oh, um... hey?" Britni blinked and looked up from some men's underwear she envisioned Coye wearing. This woman had only ever talked to her when Britni was acting like a massive bitch, so she wasn't sure why Suzette would act all warm and friendly now. Sure, she paid Coye's medical expenses, but even so. "It's... Mrs. Lillis, I think, right?"

"Suzette will suffice, thank you,"

"Sure..."

"And you're Tiph, I believe?" Suzette asked with just an almost undetectable lesser amount of warmth. "I was there when my dear friend through a knife at you if you recall."

Britni found the humor in this, managing a smile as she glanced sideways at her friend, but Tiph shifted around and looked elsewhere. "That, liiiike, really doesn't narrow it down. I've been through some shit."

"Haven't we all?" Suzette raised an eyebrow, studying the two young women in greater detail.

While she figured she had a decent read on Britni, seeing her as a girl who loved Coye despite whatever personal demons weighed her down, Tiph was something else. Her first impressions were far from charitable- this tall, busty, green-haired alchemist acted just as bad as Britni did the other day. Worse, honestly. Britni went on to show actual remorse in a very stunted, childish way, but there wasn't any of that here.

Even if Byng and Shayla hadn't already told her that Tiph was a fake ass bitch, Suzette would've sniffed it out for herself. The way she carried herself was a telltale sign. This girl thought she was better than everyone else, showing it through her snobbish expression and evasive attitude. At the same time, Suzette got the impression she paradoxically didn't think very highly of herself, either.

Unlike the others, Suzette wasn't ready to immediately write off Tiph as having no redeemable features whatsoever. Everyone had a story, and there was a reason this girl was like this. There always was.

Tiph was heavily annoyed by Suzette's presence. This woman was hard to read, and it didn't bode well for her attempts to eventually gain information on Coye from her. Worse, Suzette made it feel like Tiph was cornered by someone's mom after bullying their precious baby boy.

What did she hope to gain from talking to Britni and her? Was Suzette going to try and intimidate her and act all passive-aggressive? Pass. Tiph wasn't interested in any of this but wouldn't immediately disengage on the off chance she saw an opportunity to exploit Suzette for intel.

"It's nice to meet you formally, regardless of the other day's unpleasantries..." Suzette continued, clarifying she was ready to give Tiph the benefit of the doubt. "I take it the two of you are here for clothing, but on the off chance it might interest you, I figured I'd let you know we also have a small selection of alchemical products in the corner."

Tiph dropped her guard, always looking for new shops that might sell ingredients, but her mood took a drastic nosedive upon following where Suzette pointed. Of course this place wouldn't carry ingredients. When Suzette said alchemical products, she meant potions themselves. Cures for common sicknesses, muscle relief tinctures, sleeping draughts, meal replacement tonics... piss... swill... diarrhea bottled up and sold for the masses with no regard for quality.

Mass-brewed garbage not remotely worth the glass it's bottled in.

"Do you only carry Drop of Everything products, or what?" Tiph asked. She couldn't hide the venom in her voice or the sizable scowl she made whenever she laid eyes on that gaudy logo on all the bottles- the one of a hand making the 'ok' sign while squeezing a dropper, causing it to pour out a multicolored drop of liquid.

"Tiph, drop it," Britni didn't have much room to talk, but Tiph could be impossible when it came to this shit. She tried to have Tiph's back, but her friend shrugged it off.

Suzette picked up on the sudden change in demeanor. Tiph had gone from guarded indifference to passive-aggressively hostile in seconds flat. Treading carefully was necessary here. "...Yes, I'm afraid that's the case. Most general stores only carry Drop of Everything."

"Because it's cheap, right?"

"Cheap and effective, to my knowledge. However, I'm not an alchemist. All I know is that they're simply the largest and most popular potion manufacturer in Karnalle. If there's something wrong with the brand, then by all means, elaborate. I'm always willing to learn if it means improving my store."

"Sell what you want. It's not my store." Tiph crossed her arms and tried to show indifference, now wanting the conversation to end as soon as possible.

"Well..." Suzette grasped at straws. She was unused to being unable to politely maneuver herself around the conversation and was searching for a way to improve things. "If you have advice on brands I should look into, or if you perhaps like to pitch your own product, I wouldn't mind testing the waters with a local-"

Tiph laughed a long, dry laugh. "Are you, liiike, seriously trying to give me a business proposition here? Lady, I'm just here to look for clothes. You're barking up the wrong tree, anyway. I don't have a license to sell potions, and I'm totally banned from ever getting one. You try and carry my brews, and someone'll find out sooner or later. Then, you'll get in more trouble than it's worth."

"I... I see..." Suzette coughed. At this point, she didn't believe there was a way to salvage this interaction. She'd meant to flatter and come off as open, but her pursuits of learning more about Tiph only worsened her mood. Seems she'd have to give up for now.

Luckily, Britni was there, and her impatience helped move things along. "Enough about potions and junk. Where is all the good shit?" She interrupted. "Show us where all the women's fashion is!"

"Ah, of course," thankful for the save, Suzette picked up her smile and extended her hand. "As you can see, we have various items displayed throughout the store, but there is a section I believe that might catch your eye in particular. If you'd just follow me..."

True to her word, Shayla had crafted enough trendy-looking clothes for young women for Suzette to set up its own display. What they saw left Britni and Tiph incredibly pleased, the former having no choice but to snap out of her sourness long enough to admit how wrong she was. Fancy skirts, sexy leggings, cute tops in all sorts of styles and colors, and even a few pieces of lingerie here and there. It was enough to make any fashion-starved woman salivate at the mouth.

Britni showed her ravenous hunger immediately.

"Please tell me there's not a limit per customer? For real. We'll, like, totally buy all of this shit right here now if you'd let us. Right, Tiph? Wait- oh, gods- Coco would look so CUTE in this!" Easily distracted, Britni lifted a pink one-piece dress adorned with white lace and frills, openly gawking at it.

"...Yeah, she would," Tiph nervously gulped. It was hard for her to admit when she was wrong, but she loved absolutely everything. She hadn't seen anything of this quality since they left Perlshaw a year ago. "There's, liiike, some pretty decent stuff here, I guess..."

"You want to buy it all?" Suzette cupped her chin in thought.

"If we can, yeah," Britni tightened her fists and looked at the older woman with conviction. "Please. I have more gold than sense, and you can use that fact against me for all I care!"

That got a laugh out of Suzette, and she looked over at all the other customers. It was her duty to be fair to her clientele and allow everyone to buy her new wares, but fairness was outweighed by her desire to potentially make Coye's life a little easier by getting closer to Britni and Tiph.

"Well... it's funny you should ask," Suzette looked down at the clothing and clicked her tongue. "I'm afraid that this section is for display only. You see, a pair of fashionable young ladies reserved the entire lot; there's simply nothing I can do about that. They were very insistent and had more gold than sense. How was I to say no?"

Britni's eyes lit up with excitement at the implication, immediately developing a deep respect for Suzette. As for Tiph, she felt guiltier than ever. This kind woman was about to do her a big favor all while back at her lab, there was a giant board filled with schemes dedicated to humiliating Suzette's lover.

"Are you serious?!" Britni pumped her fist preemptively, filled with anticipation.

"Why wouldn't I be? Kindness begets kindness, and you did my Darling a large favor the other day."

"Ah, that's..." Britni blushed and snuck a quick look at him. Still exasperated, still dealing with customers, still wearing that adorable sailor costume. "That's nothing. Let's just say I owed him and leave it at that."

"Oh, is that so? For what?"

"Something stupid," she grumbled, giving Suzette the impression that now wasn't the time to dig for answers. "Forget I said anything, okay?"

"Of course, of course. If the two of you wanted to go through all of your purchases and decide who is getting what, then kindly give me your measurements, I'll take note of them and pass them along to the designer. You can check back within the next few days; they'll see that everything is adjusted to your size. Oh, and if there is anything you'd like to see in a different color, we can ensure it meets your preferences."

"No shit?" Tiph was more impressed but figured there was a catch. "Are you charging a chroma crystal fee, or what?"

"I don't believe that would be necessary," Suzette smiled. "The designer has their own way of doing things, and they don't need to rely on chroma crystals to change anything's color."

"Wait. The designer isn't here, are they?" Britni looked around the room, scanning for anyone who could've been capable of creating such art, yet found no one. "I'd, like, totally love to meet them."

"I'm afraid they're rather shy and would prefer to stay out of the public spotlight, but I'll be sure to pass along your warm regards."

"Seriously? Lame. They shouldn't be shy. Not when they make dope ass clothes like these..."

During their entire conversation, Coye was uncomfortable. Suzette seemed like she had a handle on things, but his paranoia won out in the end, and he forced himself to at least check and ensure things were alright. Finally able to wiggle out of his crowd, he joined them just after the two young ladies passed on their measurements and finished splitting up the different outfits into three. Aside from the two of them, Coco would be getting a decent haul, while Marlie wouldn't be getting a thing. Nothing was in her style.

"Hey," Coye forced himself to speak out and awkwardly inserted himself into the conversation. "Everything going okay over here?"

"Aye, Captain," Tiph took one look at him and scoffed. The way the crowd applauded for him was still ringing in her ears like a bad case of tinnitus. "How about you, rough seas ahead?"

Coye blushed and slumped her shoulders, but at least he was prepared for it. "No, things look pretty good for the foreseeable future."

"Yeah? Good. Now lay off him, Tiph." Britni nudged her friend with her elbow.

Rather than freaking out by his presence, Britni was feeling good enough to openly ogle the little man and his cute costume. Her cheeks filled with flush the longer she stared, appreciating the outfit and his presence.

'She couldn't be any more obvious if she tried...' Shayla shook her head from inside the cap.

Before Coye could know what to make of it, Britni became self-aware of what she was doing and came up with an excuse as fast as she could. Turning to Suzette, she asked, "You, like, don't have any more of those, do you? I think it would look amazing on Coco, or... something..."

"Sorry, dear, but that's the only one." Suzette didn't buy Britni's half-baked excuse for why she was staring, but it amused her, and her smile was warm.

"Shit." Britni crossed her arms. "I'd ask how much you want for it, but Coco would probably freak out even if I washed it. She'd smell you on it..." her voice was dreamy for a moment, leaving Coye unsure of what Britni might've been thinking about. Then, she turned to Suzette and asked, "While we're at it, got any snacks she might like? Coco's been really pissy with me lately, so if you're in the mood to take even more of my gold, I could use something to spoil her."

"Oh, I'm sure I could find something she'd enjoy... by the way, Darling, these two friends of yours will be making quite the large purchase today."

"Really?" Coye looked at Britni, smiling despite the slightly concerning statement about Coco. "That's great. I'm happy to hear you guys like the clothes and stuff."

'I was wondering if that would happen...' Shayla was unsure how to feel about her work ending up on Britni and Tiph. From a designer's perspective, she was head over heels for the idea. Both were sexier than any of the models in those Imperalis fashion magazines, and it should've been an honor to see her clothing worn by such beautiful women. It's a shame that the two women were problematic bitches- especially Tiph.

In the end, Shayla shrugged her concerns off and made up her mind. She'd be happy her clothes were going to someone who could make the most of them, even if that someone was Tiph. Once a product is put onto the market, you can't control who gets to buy it or not. Even a pixie understood that much.

'Good for them, I guess.' She said, giving Coye her approval.

"Yeah, we couldn't really help ourselves..." Britni folded her arms and looked off to the side, but she didn't look as cold as she usually did when acting aloof. "By the way, I'm, like, not sure I got the details right. Is this a one-time thing, or will you get more clothes like these in the future?"

Suzette was happy to inform, "I think it's safe to say my partnership with the designer will be ongoing for the foreseeable future, so you can look forward to more soon enough."

"Yeah? Good to know. Might be nice to have an excuse to hang around here again sometime soon, get out of the dorm room and all that..." Tiph thought idly to herself, but her mind was elsewhere.

"Whatever," Britni shrugged, feigning indifference. "So, did you wanna show us where the snacks are, or..."

"Certainly. Right this way," Suzette led Britni and Tiph away, but not before looking over her shoulder and gesturing for Coye to make himself useful and chat with more of the customers.

Coye didn't like that idea but knew what he was in for. As Suzette escorted the girls, he found himself looking at Britni and appreciating her smile. She never used to smile like this, not as far as he knew. It was a good look on her- better than anything she could ever dress herself up in.

'I really can't believe they didn't start any trouble...' Shayla remarked. 'Sure, Tiph was giving me bad vibes, but Britni seemed downright peaceful.'

'When isn't Tiph giving you bad vibes?'

'Never, and don't you forget it! I keep warning you about her for a reason, baby.'

'I know, but it's not like we can ignore her.'

'Don't remind me...'

Not long after, Britni left while carrying a big bag of jerky for her favorite pup with Tiph at her side.

The rest of the event was one long blur after that initial encounter. Many sales were made, measurements taken, and questions answered. More people that Coye knew ended up stopping by, and he had to explain to some of his fellow guildmates that he was only wearing this silly costume as an advertising stunt. It didn't look like it affected anyone's opinion of him one way or another. He was so popular that he probably could've gotten away with wearing anything, and people wouldn't bat an eye.

Suzette's simple sales test day ended phenomenally- seeing more success than she dared to dream.

This was partly due to the sheer quality of Shayla's clothes and the various connections she used to get word of her sale spread in such a short amount of time. They ran out of inventory at three, so Suzette closed the shop much earlier than usual. All three of them were extremely happy about their success, and Coye showed them tons of support, as was expected of him. He didn't really follow along with all of the future plans they started making, but he smiled for them all the same.

His smile grew nervous upon realizing his house date with Dorothy was only four hours away.

Since Coye needed to unwind before then, they split up. He helped Suzette bring all of the clothes into Shayla's workstation, and Suzette carefully laid out all the alterations that needed to be made. While Suzette cared for their needy little sailor, Shayla took care of the fixes while she was still here.

It'd been two days, so he was overly eager to get some affection. He followed after his lover, entering her bedroom and stripping himself of his costume at long last while Suzette rushed out of her dress for him. One look at him, and she could feel the poor boy's pain. Coye's cock was purple at the tip, drooling precum as if salivating for attention.

Despite that, he kept himself in control and didn't rush for immediate relief. He wanted to show Suzette how much he loved her, so he spent an overly long time on foreplay. They laid against each other on top of her bed, kissing on and on as their wet tongues danced and explored each other's mouths. Coye's hands were never idle- squeezing and trailing across the older woman's soft, curvy body as she did the same to him.

Her black, lacy, tied panties were in the way, so he quickly stripped her of them and dove his hand between her legs. He brushed against her pubic hair on the way to Suzette's lower lips, then began his work. Suzette was swept away by his passion, and it was all she could do to keep her hand firmly grasped around his cock, jerking and pulling intermittently to keep him in a state of constant ecstasy.

The teasing went on for a while until Suzette noticed how bad his need was growing. His big, throbbing cock pulsated in her hand, desperate and begging. She realized he was going to blow the moment he put in her. The very thought aroused her further and she ground her inner thighs against his intrusive hand, trapping him as he played within her pink depths.

It was time.

Suzette pushed him away for only a moment to undo the drawstrings on her panties, letting the little black triangle fall and revealing everything to him. She spread her legs and beckoned him with eyes that said 'fuck me', and not a word was spoken as he hurriedly did just that. Coye slid his cock inside his older lover, grunting in delight as Suzette's prediction came true.

He came- and came hard.

It wasn't just the built-up excitement and tension, but as he blasted an obscene amount of his thick cum into Suzette's willing womb, Coye couldn't stop dreaming of the night ahead of him. It was rude to think of Dorothy while hilting himself and another woman, but Suzette knew precisely what was on his mind and even encouraged it.

She whispered teasing utterances to him, goading him into using her body to calm himself down as much as he needed.

"That's it, good boy... give me more, I can take it, Darling... get everything out of your system. You need to be- mn- absolutely drained before tonight if you're going to have a clear mind... don't stop... ah...!! Good, good! Don't stop thrusting even as you- ngh- even as you cum inside me!!"

"Suzette...!! Suzette!!" Coye whined on and off between thrusts, his orgasm continuing as she wrapped her legs around the small of his back, pushing down with her heels and squeezing him tight to her cunt. One climax wasn't enough; it never was.

After a few frenzied kisses, they rolled over on the bed with Coye still bottomed out inside her. She wrapped her arms around his back, and for a good long while, they melted together. He could feel her heavy weight pressing down on him, her massive breasts pushing up against both cheeks, his face swallowed by their softness. Coye's thick batter pooled down his shaft with every slam of their hips- they were going hard enough to literally fuck it out of her and they loved every second of it. The wet, sinful sound of slapping skin accompanied Suzette's lurid cries and his pleasured moans.

His balls clenched in no time, and he lost himself to his sexual bliss all over again.

Suzette came alongside her lover, her velvety pussy flexing and constricting him to skillfully milk every last drop Coye could give her. Her toes curled as warmth and explosive joy claimed every last inch of her body- all without stopping her frenzied hips for a moment. As she climaxed, Coye grabbed her wide, thick hips and carved her out just as Suzette liked with his impressive, spasming hardness. His fingers sunk so deep into her fat ass that her alabaster skin was red when he finally shot his last spurt.

It was a minute or two before anyone attempted to say anything. Both were struggling for air and coming down from their respective highs. When Suzette finally pulled away and rested on her palms to look down at him, her hair was a mess, her smoldering eyes were filled with love, and sweat dripped off her body onto his.

"How was that, Darling...?" She asked in a low, sultry voice. "Think you've calmed down enough for the night ahead?"

Coye was, but he was also as incorrigible as ever. "For the most part, yeah, but I'd never say no to more."

"No, of course, you wouldn't..." Suzette giggled and gave him another tender kiss that stretched on longer than she intended. "I think it would be best if we stopped here, however. Any more, and I'm likely to want to keep you here for myself."

"Really? Shame, I guess you're right. We better stop..." Coye gave her an exaggerated sigh as Suzette smiled and rolled off of him, his massive second load streaming down her thighs and onto the sheets.

Right on cue, Shayla called to them from outside the door. "Are you guys decent in there yet? Eh, screw it. I'm coming in anyway."

Shayla flew inside, looking at the lovers in their post-sex states. It was very hot, but she ignored it and snapped her fingers to speed things along. The excess semen disappeared, and Coye and Suzette were cleaned up through her magic, erasing the need for an actual bath ahead of his date.

"Hey," Coye greeted her and sat up. "All done with your custom tailoring?"

"Yup," Shayla got in close and landed on Coye's hand after he raised it. He noticed that she'd changed out of her lazy pajamas and was now wearing the same outfit from when they'd first met. "None of that was what took me so long, I was just finishing up a little side project while you two went at it."

Suzette smiled knowingly as Coye tilted his head. "Side project?"

"Yeah, so..." Shayla sighed and blushed a little. "I know it's probably not as good as a couple boxes of RealMonster cards, but I wanted to do something nice for you ahead of your date. You told Dorothy to dress up, so... you know, it only makes sense that you do the same for her." She snapped her fingers, levitating in a bundle of folded-up clothing until it fell onto the bed beside Coye where he could inspect it.

"Ah, I see you went with my recommendation after all?" Suzette looked pleased with herself as Coye started unfolding the clothes.

"Why not? You picked out a pretty nice outfit, and copying it from the book wasn't too hard. I just tried a few variations on the pattern to give a personal touch and to avoid that plagiarism thing you talked about, that's all." Shayla shrugged, watching Coye's reaction intently as he reacted to a black silk tunic with gold cuffs, gold-patterned trim, and a matching pair of black silk trousers. To really pull the look together, Suzette had thrown in a leather belt with gold studs arranged into fancy patterns of its own.

To Shayla's immense satisfaction, Coye was more than pleased.

"Wow..." was all he could say as he looked at the outfit in reverence. It was easily her best work he'd seen thus far, and he could tell Shayla put more work into it than she did anything else. "Why couldn't I have been wearing this all day?"

"Because it wasn't done yet, duh! Now are you going to thank me, or what?"

"Of course I'm going to thank you," he laughed, set his clothing to the side, and brought his pixie in for a sudden kiss. She was embarrassed about how fast it came out of nowhere, but she reciprocated and kissed his massive lips back with her tiny ones, Suzette grinning on the sidelines. "There. Thanks, Shayla."

"...You're welcome, dummy," she folded her arms but couldn't hide her happiness despite the grumpy demeanor she insisted on displaying. "Now, enough about me. It's time to start preparing for tonight."

Suzette glanced at the clock on her bedroom wall. "Seems we've got a little over an hour and a half before you need to be back home. How about I cook you up something light before you head back?"

"That sounds good to me," Coye nodded, skeptical of Suzette's idea of a light dinner. "Thanks again for everything today, Suzette. I really appreciate everything you had to say."

"Good, I'm expecting things to go well," she leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek, then swung her legs over the bed and stood up stark naked. "Don't disappoint either of us. Do I make myself clear?"

"...Yeah." Coye understood and resolved to do his best with Dorothy. There shouldn't be any problems now that he'd been wound down, but he wouldn't take any chances. He'd act nothing short of a gentleman- nothing short of the kind of man Dorothy deserves.

With that in mind, Coye dressed in his clothes from that morning and stashed the new ones Shayla made in a small box. He had to carry three big boxes of RealMonster cards back to his cabin, so they didn't want him ruining the outfit on the way home somehow. After that, he was surprised to discover that Suzette could show restraint with her cooking if she wished to.

Dinner was indeed light, and he was gone in half an hour.

Suzette watched him go with a broad smile, excited about the prospect of their little family potentially expanding by one member. She had the utmost trust in Coye, but that wasn't the only reason Suzette was excited. Pouring herself a glass of wine in solitary celebration, Suzette got to work counting all of the gold she'd made today from her investment in Shayla. If this was just a sales test, then she couldn't wait to have enough inventory to fully feature the pixie's work in her store on a permanent basis...