Alter Ego: His Sultry Lover

Her hand slowly slithered down his chest to rest on his belly. Her fingers stroked along the hem of his shirt that had ridden up his body. It was distracting as hell. 

"So, what do you want to name it?" he asked, clearing his throat as he watched her fingers dance over his skin. "We must remain serious about this topic."

The vixen got down on her knees and traced the outline of his semi-hard length through the pants he wore and looked up at him. Batting her eyelashes, she spoke. "I think I need to inspect it closely to come to a conclusion." Her tone was evil but her eyes innocent. She extended a single finger and poked at it. "I think he is shy."

Cage made a face, offended. "Shy?" And she was seriously treating it like a worm, poking at it without any intention to finish what she started.

Her head raised and she looked at him. "Yes," she challenged. A thrill went through his body. If she wanted to play, he would gladly tag along. 

"What should we do about it then?" he choked out. 

She pretended to think before getting up from the bed and standing straight. He was unmistaken nervousness in her eyes. He needed to think for a second before he realized her plan. Her hands went to the shirt she was wearing... it was his... too big to fit him, so on her, it looked like she was drowning in the material. She slowly unbuttoned it. 

As she swayed her hips and unbuttoned, stopping only to push her pants down and kicking them off, he realized what she was up to. He almost shrieked as he tightly shut his eyes.

"Cage," she tempted in that sing-song voice of hers.

"I can't look!" he whimpered. "It's... sacrilegious!"

"Wah... Don't tell me, you've never imagined an anthropomorphic image of her," she snorted. "Knowing you, you would," she teased. The black tail and peeking out from under the oversized shirt was all the clue Cage needed. 

"It's a children's show!" Cage squeaked. "This should not exist."

The shirt soon followed suit and joined her pants on the floor. In her red and black little Minnie Mouse costume, Katherine stood waiting for him to open his eyes. 

The bed dipped beside him and then her hand was on his shoulder. "The costume exists and it is a best seller, what does that tell you? Too sinful for Cage?" she hummed. Her lips were near his ear now. "I won't tell on you..."

He whimpered. It shouldn't have, but he felt his cock harden. Treated to sexy cosplay! It was good that he had hurt his head.

She straddled him and put something in his hands. "Open your eyes."

He did... and choked. She looked glorious in that black and red corset and underwear with the tail and bow on. 

"This is so wrong!" But even as he said it, he wrapped the tail she had offered him around his hand, bringing her closer to him for a rough kiss. His breath was short as his head tried to catch up with what his body was doing.

For commodifying Minnie and Katherine, he would pay somehow, but for now, he decided to enjoy himself. He would just have to spend days worshiping her. 

And then, he sat back and let himself enjoy. 

She pushed him down when he tried to sit up. "I'll be doing all the work," she mumbled. She was already grinding her hips over his erection. 

He licked his lips, not thinking it a bad idea. Considering his head hurt at odd moments, letting her do all the work was the best option. A little degrading, but a good option for his health and sanity. He busied his hand running up and down the length of her body, over the corset and bikini. And her breasts? Almost spilling out from the little bra she wore... 

Costumes. It was too hot. 

His mind went blank when freed his cock from the confines of his pant. His hand was on her hips, groaning when he felt the heat of her pussy slide over his cock. Before he realized what he was doing, he was tugging on the tail again. 

"You want me?" she moaned. The reaction was a little out of place, so Cage was mildly confused. He gave another tug, making his intentions known. If he was in good health, he would have flipped her over and taken her hard and fast... not to mention, deep. 

She decided to put him out of his misery when she shimmied out of her panties. To his surprise... the tail remained attached to her. 

"Is that?" His eyes bulged and he had to crane his neck to see it with his own two eyes. Katherine laughed at his reaction but didn't let him recover before sinking down on him. 

Cage cried out as she took him deep, starting to ride him with vigor. She owned him... no matter what she wore. All he could do was tug at that tail whenever he felt that she was getting the best of him. Apart from that, he squirmed and shouted her name without repent. 

When they were spent, she collapsed on top of him. Their breathing out of sync, but their bodies slick with perspiration. 

"Did I break you?" she asked, trying to get off him. 

"I think so," he grumbled, clinging onto her tighter.

"Now that you've had a taste of a leisure life, how will you go back to working?" she scoffed. 

"Well, if you keep doing that, I won't mind."

She lifted her head and pressed a kiss to his chin. "I'll take the responsibility of feeding you, then," she said lightly. 

He reached around and inspected the tail closely. "Whatever you want," he replied. She wriggled off him, escaping his inspection. 

"Stop. I'll..."

"Wear it again?" Cage interjected hopefully. 

"It seems I haven't taken care of you enough!" Katherine pouted. 

"Katherine?" he called out of the blue. She turned to him with a curious look. "Move in with me."