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Yor isn't sure what she's doing, but perhaps that's nothing new. Or so she's led to believe by people like Franky and, she grimaces slightly, Anya. She shakes her head because no, surely, this is what she's meant to do as a good wife!She pulls at the hem of her outfit and remembers the way Camilla had smiled and excitedly told her that YES, Loid is going to love it. Besides, I already bought it, you have to wear it nowYor had been skeptical but Camilla's next words had made her grip the bag she'd been trying to pawn off on her. This works wonders for a marriage. Trust me. Besides, you don't want Loid to get tired of you, right? Yor remembers how much Loid and Anya had enjoyed the meal she'd made with Camilla's guidance so perhaps she wasn't wrong. Loid had been impressed and even though he'd never been unhappy with her, she'd been able to tell he'd been especially proud of her. She had been wanting to see that look directed at her againWhen she'd made it back home, she'd made sure the contents of the bag were hidden but even that hadn't stopped how nervous she was. Anya had been very persistent about trying to see what she'd gotten, only for her to cover her eyes (not very well, Yor had been able to see her eyes through her fingers) and start yelling Becky is having a Hallowsween sleeping party on Saturday!It was now Saturday. Franky, at Anya's insistence, had picked Anya up earlier, but just as they were leaving, Anya stopped, her face going pale, Bond too! That had turned into a tug of war, which only ended with Anya agreeing to leave only once Franky took Bond, He has to walk me to Becky's! Yor had apologized, not understanding why Anya was acting out. In hindsight, she was glad their home was free of any witnessesShe blushed as she looked at herself in the mirrorShe wasn't unused to wearing clothes that would raise a brow as the Thorn Princess, but that was for practicality. This, there was nothing practical about the way her legs were being hugged by fishnet, the shorts digging into the flesh of her butt, or the way her breasts strained against the crop top. She was sure that if she moved with just a little too much force, it would reveal herHer head started to spin slightly and she wondered why she was even doing this. Yes, Loid was a very attractive man, but was he even interested in her like that? Because she knew where all of this was going to endThe front door opened and Loid's calm voice called out, "I'm home. Yor? Are you here?""Oh no," she whispered, "I have to go out and greet him. Wearing this?!"A part of her that sounded too much like Camilla scolded her, Of course! This is why you put it on, now go! But the other part of her would rather go hunting in the woods again, fight a couple of bears, perhaps carry the dead bear, two of them, on her back up a mountain, and -There was a knock on her door, "Yor?""Y-yes!" she clamped her mouth shut.There was a second of silence before Loid asked, "Are you okay?" His voice sounded slightly alarmed and Yor felt bad for making him worry. She steeled herself. She would do this for her marriage but also, she looked at herself in the mirror one last time, because a part of her wanted to. But Loid doesn't even like me, this isn't real, not what's between usShe opened the door to her room, her face aflame, but like the dutiful wife she was, she whispered, "W-welcome home."Loid’s first reaction was to drop his briefcase and even in such an embarrassing situation and wearing clothes that were very impractical for her honed reflexes, Yor’s body moved to catch the caseShe knew it was a bad idea to do anything like this as soon as she unpacked her “gift”, knew it as she pulled on the shorts, with some trouble, up and over her hips (she’d called Camilla to tell her they didn’t fit and she just got a quiet laugh in return, My dear, they’re supposed to be tight, don’t worry, he’ll love it!), and right after she made her first move. Her feet glided effortlessly on the floor, perhaps a little too well, but the shorts didn't give her the right amount of wiggle room. She felt herself trip and instead of helping Loid, she ended up knocking into him, her momentum pushing them both against the wall opposite her doorHe let out a loud "oomph" and she heard a thump. She pushed herself up from where her face had been buried (his sturdy chest) and reached out to grab his head, "Oh my - Loid! Are you okay?!"Oh no, she could feel tears in her eyes as she inspected her husband. Instead of improving her marriage, surely she'd concussed him! They would have to go to the hospital and she'd have to explain what happened and then they'd tell her he only had a month left to live and -"Yor, wait, hold on, I'm okay!" he flailed and Yor sighed in relief, sagging slightly into his body"I'm so glad! I'm sorry, I was trying to grab your case but these clothes, they..." and she trailed off, slightly coming back to her embarrassment, but somehow feeling a bit more confident now that her body was slightly covered by Loid's."Yor, your clothes, uhm," there was a slight blush on his face and he was looking away. His hands were also flat against the wall though he didn't push her away, "Why...why are you wearing that?""Well," Yor started, her fingers tracing patterns nervously onto Loid's suit shirt. She noticed that he'd removed his jacket, "Anya went to Becky's Halloween party and, w-well, I thought...we could also celebrate?" The last bit left her mouth almost like a squeak and definitely too much like a questionLoid didn't say anything and she chanced a look up at him. He was finally looking at her, the look in his eyes intense, almost calculating. She smiled, "Do you like it?"He finally moved his hands from the wall, slowly, almost like a warning, and then settled them on her bare arms. She felt herself blush. He pushed her back slightly and she would have taken that as a rejection if she wasn't watching the way he looked her overShe felt his eyes roam over the orange of her top, his eyes pausing, she thought, at the grinning mouth of a jack o' lantern spreading across her breasts. The grin was cut in half at the center where her top was held together by lace. Then he moved lower to the black shorts that looked (and felt) like they were at least two sizes too small. They had spiderweb patterns that stemmed from her core, her fishnet-covered legs finishing the ensembleWhen he looked back up at her, she thought she'd burn. Her eyes moved to his lips, remembering how they had felt the first time they'd kissed. It had been for show, proof that they were indeed the loving family they claimed to be, but this time she wanted more than a peck. She wanted him to kiss her the way he was looking at her"Yor," his voice had gone raspier, "you don't have to do this." It was his reminder that they weren't truly married, that she didn't have to fulfill her duties to him in the bedroom. They'd never talked about it but it had been months since they'd started this lie, months since she'd started to yearn for his touchThis is your chance, she thought, because even she could tell there was interest. She moved closer to him, closing the gap he had created between their bodies, reaching up and whispering onto his mouth, her eyes locked to his, "I want to...do you want to?"If Yor moved just a slip their lips would touch, they'd kiss again, but she didn't move, let Loid decide. He didn't hesitate to bring their lips together, his hands moving from her arms and onto her body, gripping her tightly, almost as tightly as the shorts she was wearing.She couldn't help the gasp that left her mouth and she moaned at the way Loid deepened the kiss, felt the way her stomach tightened, and the way her core became wet. He was desperate in his kiss and she matched him, pulling him as close as she couldShe'd prepared her room, making sure all of her weapons had been put away, hidden and very unlikely to be happened upon if she was indisposed. She pulled him into her room, not even bothering with the door, their mouths tangled. The lights were dimmed low and her curtains closed, but that didn't hinder her movements as she pulled on Loid's shirt, untucking it from his pants. She heard a button pop and she separated their mouths, an apology on her lips, but it turned into a yelp as Loid used the chance to bite her neck"It's okay Yor," he said, his mouth kissing along the bite he'd given her."But, this is your work shirt," she protestedIn response, Loid tore at the rest of his buttons in one pull, exposing his bare chest, his muscles flexing and tense. He had a smile on his red face, "Clearly I'm not doing this right if you're worried about my shirt."Yor couldn't help the pout that formed on her face, "But I'm your wife. I have to worry."Loid cupped her face, laughing, and kissed her lips, "We'll buy a new one."A happy tingle went through her body. A date. They would go out again and perhaps soon. She nodded, moving to touch his exposed torso, loving the way he gasped and moaned at her touch, whispered her name as she kissed down his chest, bit around his navel. She was on her knees, unbuckling his pants, careful with her strength this time but eager to get his straining member outIt was thick and her hold on him felt awkward, her hands wanting to readjust her grip as if she were holding a weapon instead. She didn't hesitate to put it into her mouth, smiling around Loid as she thought, well, some could say it's a different sort of weapon. And the Thorn Princess mastered all sorts of weaponsBut before she could become used to the way his warm silken flesh felt against her tongue, how wide she had to open her mouth to get just a few inches of him inside, she felt him grip her hair, his voice stuttering, "W-wait, Yor, n-not like this, stop."She stopped moving, looking up at Loid as she, very slowly, slid him out of her mouth, her lips glistening with saliva, some of it even dripping from her chin. She felt heat crawl up her face, "Was it, was I not doing it, right?"Loid moaned when she sucked on her lips, his hand gripping at his base, "No Yor, that was perfect, you're doing so well, but I'm at my limit. Come up here."Yor got up and Loid kissed her with less desperation this time. Soft, deep, and almost lovingly. She imagined this is what it felt like to be his wife, truly the woman he had chosen to marry for reasons aside from convenienceShe slipped his shirt off his shoulders and threaded her hands into his hair. He pulled at the lace keeping her top together, but only enough to loosen it, to allow his hand to slip inside and touch her bare skin, his rougher skin making her nipples tighten. He pushed the fabric aside, then moved his mouth to her breasts, sucking and tuggingYor cried out, losing some strength in her legs, but Loid caught her around her waist and they stumbled, finally, onto the bed, her back against her sheets while Loid hovered over her, her legs on either side of his body. Her toes curled at the sensation of his mouth, she'd never felt this wetHis hips pushed against her core, putting pressure just where she wanted, and she yelled out his name as she came, her back arching and her hands pulling him closerLoid looked more composed as he watched her come down from her high, his hands maneuvering her body around so that he could pull her shorts off. A laugh escaped his lips, "How did you even get these on?"Yor moaned as the fabric dug into her still sensitive clit. She also heard a slight tear before Loid managed to pull them off, "Fuck, Yor." His voice was crackedYes, that's exactly what she wanted. She opened her legs wide, watching the way Loid's eyes drank her in. She grabbed his hand, making him touch along the lines of the completely soaked panties she was wearing, their material thin and nearly transparent. His fingers traced the outline and she cried out when his thumb moved under and into her still slightly throbbing bodyHe teased her, dipping into her wet heat and brushing along her tiny hairs"Loid, please," she begged, but she wasn't entirely sure what she wanted. Anything to satisfy the need that was returning, the burning in her core. Loid and what she was learning was a deft mouth, complied, licking and drinking up every last bit of her essence, his tongue moving inside of her as deeply as he could go, his fingers demanding on her nerves. It wasn't long before she was crying out again, her legs lifted off the bed, her fingers tight against his scalpThey kissed and she tasted herself on his mouth, moaned at the feel of his girth along her thigh. He whispered between kisses, "I, I won't last, long."She hooked her leg around his waist, pulling him closer guiding him and when finally, FINALLY, he entered her, she cried out again, her body overstimulated and she could hear him curse into her ear as he moved rhythmically, forcefully, Fuck Yor, ahh, you're so tight, I'm close, fuckShe wanted to devour him, to not let him go, and she pushed back into him, forcing him in deeper and soon he was spilling into her. She made sure to hold on tight, not just her legs keeping him in place, but clamping down on him as he rode his orgasmThey slumped, both gasping and sweaty"T-trick or treat," she managed to gasp out and Loid laughed