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Back in the dorm, Phoebus threw his backpack into the corner, the girly-act now completely gone. His feet hurt from the high heels, his chest hurt from the corset, and he didn’t even want to think about what the undergarments were doing to him. He didn’t know how girls did it. Wearing these ridiculous clothes day in and day out…

Abatis trailed behind, shutting the door behind him and moving to the couch, sitting down and hunching. He’d been quiet the entire way back, and even now he could barely find words as he watched the vampire move around the place in that damned mini skirt.

Still, questions had to be asked. “What now?” he asked, forcing his voice to remain even.

Phoebus pulled out the barrettes from his hair. “Sometime in the future, we’ll look through that book and see what we can find out,” he answered, the plastic things dinging loudly against the mirror when the vampire threw them. He started towards the bedroom. “Right now I’m going to take off these damned clothes and-”

The vampire gave a grunt as he was suddenly pulled back, a rough motion that ended with him sitting in the wyvern’s lap. “What the-” he started, then stopped as he saw Abatis’ expression, the dark lust in his eyes. He sneered, even as his cheeks turned a slight shade of red. The hands creeping up his legs didn’t help. “What in the nine hells do you think you’re doing?”

“You wanted the clothes off. I’m helping,” the wyvern answered. A thumb was hooked itself in his panties and started sliding them down.

Phoebus held down the hem of the skirt with one hand, the other hand grabbing Abatis’ wrist, as if this would prevent things. “Like hell you are!” he shouted back. Abatis bit his earlobe, sending a shiver through the vampire.

“Your fault,” the wyvern practically cooed, his free hand reaching up to push back the material of Phoebus‘ collar. “You just looked so delicious in this ‘damned’ skirt.”

Another bite, to the vampire’s neck this time, causing the redhead to let out a gasp against his will. Even though his grip on the wyvern’s wrist didn’t loosen, the panties still wound up on the floor.

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Back in the dorm, Phoebus threw his backpack into the corner, the girly-act now completely gone. His feet hurt from the high heels, his chest hurt from the corset, and he didn’t even want to think about what the undergarments were doing to him. He didn’t know how girls did it. Wearing these ridiculous clothes day in and day out…

Abatis trailed behind, shutting the door behind him and moving to the couch, sitting down and hunching. He’d been quiet the entire way back, and even now he could barely find words as he watched the vampire move around the place in that damned mini skirt.

Still, questions had to be asked. “What now?” he asked, forcing his voice to remain even.

Phoebus pulled out the barrettes from his hair. “Sometime in the future, we’ll look through that book and see what we can find out,” he answered, the plastic things dinging loudly against the mirror when the vampire threw them. He started towards the bedroom. “Right now I’m going to take off these damned clothes and-”

The vampire gave a grunt as he was suddenly pulled back, a rough motion that ended with him sitting in the wyvern’s lap. “What the-” he started, then stopped as he saw Abatis’ expression, the dark lust in his eyes. He sneered, even as his cheeks turned a slight shade of red. The hands creeping up his legs didn’t help. “What in the nine hells do you think you’re doing?”

“You wanted the clothes off. I’m helping,” the wyvern answered. A thumb was hooked itself in his panties and started sliding them down.

Phoebus held down the hem of the skirt with one hand, the other hand grabbing Abatis’ wrist, as if this would prevent things. “Like hell you are!” he shouted back. Abatis bit his earlobe, sending a shiver through the vampire.

“Your fault,” the wyvern practically cooed, his free hand reaching up to push back the material of Phoebus‘ collar. “You just looked so delicious in this ‘damned’ skirt.”

Another bite, to the vampire’s neck this time, causing the redhead to let out a gasp against his will. Even though his grip on the wyvern’s wrist didn’t loosen, the panties still wound up on the floor.