Dark Empathy, Archibald Bradford [the red fox clan txt] 📗

blue furred Raiju, were a rare sight this far north.

“Anyways you can tell me everything in a minute, I have to get ready. I’ll be back and then we can all maybe go down to the common room together and take our clothes off!”

She whisked out of the room, leaving a shocking silence in her absence.

After a moment Milly wordlessly closed the door.

“Lock it.” Erica insisted.

It took them a few minutes to recover from the redheaded whirlwind, the girls mostly dressing in silence.

“Dearheart, perhaps we should make an appearance at this… get together.” Ophelia remarked.

Nameless frowned slightly; he had always been a solitary person, at least he was before meeting Milly and the others, so the thought of a party with the other cadets didn’t appeal to him in the slightest.

He didn’t get a chance to voice any objections though because Erica was shaking her head vigorously.

“Nope. Hell nope. I have other plans for our evening, and they don’t involve redheads.”

“The hell they don’t.” Nina protested drily as she shook her head of deep red hair.

The Katje rolled her eyes impatiently.

“You know what I mean.”

A surge of nervous anticipation filled Nameless’s mind and he looked to the source of it.

The cat-girl had yet to remove her robe.

She smiled at his puzzled expression, but said nothing.

“Erica, what-”

“Yeah, she was pretty cagey about that with us too.” Nina interrupted him when she saw where his interest had fallen; “She was already wearing it when I got out of the shower.”

Of course, now everyone was looking at the Katje, which was clearly what she was waiting for.

With a shrug of her shoulders she dropped the robe.

Nameless eyes bulged when he saw what his devoted kitty had been hiding.

“Erica! What are you wearing?!”

The reactions from the other girls were a bit more measured but he still felt their surprise, and their arousal, at the sight of their bond-sister.

The Katje was covered neck to knees in skin-tight black leather, with a long metal zipper down the front and numerous knives strapped all over her in addition to Kar’s blades, standing out in their brown leather sheath on her thigh.

“You like it? I found this shop on Barden Street, had them make this for me, the sheaths are all built in!”

She turned this way and that, showing off her assets and the numerous deadly blades sticking out of her.

Ophelia coughed delicately.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t Barden street where-”

“All the sex shops are? Yeah, it’s like candy-land, I would have brought a cart if we had more room here!”

She wasn’t wrong about the space: their dormitory room at the academy was mostly dominated by the massive bed in the middle of it, with a simple desk in one corner and a tall dresser stuffed full of Ophelia’s gowns and Erica’s underwear.

Honestly if it weren’t for the spacious common room downstairs, Nameless and the girls would have gone nuts from the cramped quarters.

Nina stepped forwards to run her hand over the tight leather of Erica’s ass just below the hole for her tail, giving several healthy squeezes as she appreciated the new outfit.

“I like it. You look like a sex assassin.”

The Katje purred and Nameless blushed.

“I suppose… there are no rules for how the monsters in the Aegis have to dress.” He murmured.

Privately though, he had some reservations about her going out in public so attired.

Ophelia bit her lip as she took in her bond-sister’s new getup.

“You do look… dangerously sexy.”

“Yup, definitely ready to kill some folk.” Nina enthused, both hands now working over Erica’s posterior; “But here’s a problem for you, how quickly can you get out of this thing, because you promised Ophelia some tender loving earlier, and I want to watch before the little guy fucks me.”

The Katje ruffled the giant’s short red hair.

“Don’t you worry lover, I’m going to give it to her good. But maybe...” She trailed off as she saw Ophelia’s eyes still taking in her outfit; “Maybe she would prefer I kept it on?”

The Flutterby turned pink to the roots of her blue-black hair, her embarrassment not helped by Nina’s laughter.

She gave a great harrumph before leveling a stern look at Erica.

“That will be quite enough of that young lady!”

The Katje purred some more.

“Oh no, am I going to get a spanking?”

Ophelia’s eyes narrowed, though she fought to hide her smile.

“You most certainly are, now get over here so I can put you over my knee!”

Nameless gawked at the pair of them, having never seen that side of Ophelia before.

It was just so... kinky.

Erica sashayed up to the Flutterby, every signal she was sending was that of a chastised school-girl, albeit one in skin-tight leather.

Ophelia was quick to pick up on the disparity between her behaviour and her appearance though.

“Naughty Katje, don’t you know that if you dress like a slut...” With a sharp gesture she directed Erica down on her knees and over her lap; “Then you will be treated as one.”

A sharp crack sounded when her hand struck the cat’s tight ass for the first time, followed closely by a plaintive yowl from the horny kitty.

“Oh please Mistress Ophelia, I’ll be good! I promise!”

The constant deep purr coming from her chest belied her words as Ophelia frowned.

“I’m not convinced.”

Another sharp crack as she swatted the Katje again, her hand only narrowly missing her anxiously swishing tail.

Nameless was rapt, breathlessly watching the show, his arousal heightened by what he sensed from them.

They liked that he was watching their little show.

He was distracted though when a firm grip took his cock through his uniform pants.

“Eyes front puny, time for you to conquer the mountain again.”

He looked down