Dressup with his newest doll

"You're kinda lucky! I haven't worn a dress for anybody in a long, long time, Lynus."

"Judging by how you dared to enter my chambers with nothing more than a cooking apron covering your nethers, I'd figured as much. Not that I needed that hint-- your reputation as a woman without modesty proceeds you," the small, sorcerous demon chuckled, while doing a twirl with his fingers. "You have a very hard body to tailor for, Dyna, but I think I've finally found a skirt that's the proper length and breadth."

"Be careful! I'm the kind of lady that gets hornier the more you stare at her," Dyna warned her captor with a cheeky smile, turning and purposely raising the skirt of her new, lavender-colored maid skirt around her hips to reveal tight-fitting, frilled white bottoms, newly hoisted over her thick, round buttocks. Despite having been controlled to try out four dresses now, she seemed to have lost none of her joking demeanor.

"You're trying to fluster me, Dyna, but I won't have it. Trying to make me lose my focus? Please. Your shenanigans only make me sharper," the necromancer responded, looking just as cocky as his grin peeked out from above his covers. He placed one hand over his mouth and allowed his eyes to scan her up and down. "Hm... Good, but not perfect. Go behind the curtain and we'll try another."

"Trying all these fancy clothes, getting the privacy of a full curtain... you're the most polite date I've had in a while," the knight captain cooed, as she disappeared behind a body-length, standing curtain and began to shed off the new layers. "But are we going to do this all night?"

"We may even do it for an eternity. We demons are so new to this life, who may say when we shall expire?" Lynus observed, watching the outline of the short but buxom demon as she stripped.

Deprived of her pendant, the imp's small wings and pointed tail flicked up and down with her silhouette. There was no danger in it, since every occupant of the house appeared to be either a demon, the **** of a demon, or the dog of a demon. "You know, Lynus, I've noticed something funny," Dyna called out from behind the curtain, then paused a moment to gauge his reaction. When she was met with silence, she spoke up again. "I think it's really interesting how all of these dresses you've prepared for me have holes cut in the back for my wings. The panties also have such cute holes just above the ass for my tail to wiggle out. It's almost like you were expecting me!"

"Is that all? So what? I have a lot of time to make dresses here in my room and I am very quick at it. As someone with knowledge of demonkind, does it not make sense that I would craft a few dresses for my kin?" Lynus answered, his face unseen by the captain.

Dyna grinned and peaked up over the curtain, her eyes forming amused crescents as she caught a look at her captor's blushing face before he managed to pull it into the curtains. "Hm hm! Despite your complaints, they're also just about my size, too. I think you've had me on your mind for a while. A trap to bring me here, perhaps? Or just... a nagging fantasy?" She brought the curtain lower with her elbows, revealing her bare, hanging breasts. They were huge despite her short stature, each so large that the necromancer couldn't clutch his full hands around them if he tried. "It seems you've eased your control on me a little."

The necromancer's eyebrow twitched, as he retreated slightly into the blankets. "You're imagining things. Such whorish behavior... How do you know I'm not controlling you right now?"

"Well, you're not such a gentlemanly date after all! Using mean words like that," Dyna chuckled, now fully stepping out from behind the curtain in nothing but the white, silk panties, garter belt, and stockings that had been beneath her skirt. Her tail curled out from behind her, pointing an accusatory arrow at the Puppetmaster. "I wonder if you even know now whether you're controlling me or I'm running the show? Do you know what that tells me?"

Lynus narrowed his eyes and disappeared so far into the blankets that all she could see were the reds of his pupils. He refused to answer.

"It tells me you value my experience on the matter! In the end, you're leaving it up to me," the imp explained, spreading her arms wide as she began a slow sashay towards him. "If you want to go back to dressing me up, just tell me so! I get the distinct impression, however, that you've gotten your fill of toys and you're ready to become an adult."

"I'm already an adult," Lynus complained, although he barely looked it, bundled up in blankets the way he was.

Dyna thrust her hand into the hill of blankets and began to fish around with a devious grin upon her lips. "Let's see it, then!" The fact that her hand managed to grab what she was looking for on the first try told her that he was indeed interested in giving her free reign of this situation. She wondered if he understood how much peril he'd put his own life in, allowing her to put her hands into his trousers to grab his cock... She thought she could debilitate him from this position so easily he'd lose all of the treasured "focus" Brynda had talked about. "It's cute~" the captain giggled, lifting the curtains up with one hand to observe his flushed face.

"Show me proper respect, puppet!" Lynus demanded, looking pouty.

"There's nothing at all wrong with it," Dyna reassured him, as she began to gently stroke the necromancer's shaft. "You're going to stain your nice sheets if we don't get you out of there. Why don't you come out and play?" To her surprise, it seemed to her that the one thing she couldn't do was **** him out of the covers. "Bashful~ Pretty funny! You're bold in every way but that one, huh?"

"You're mine, Dyna Montague. Don't forget that!" Lynus huffed from under the curtains, sounding out of breath. He was probably boiling alive inside his wraps, from a mixture of heat and sexual tension. "Do you want me to **** you until you recognize your position? O-Off the top of my head, I could...I could have you roll around in the mud with Lydins' dogs! I could have you put up nude in town square, wearing nothing but the stocks!"

"Wouldn't be the first time," Dyna laughed, increasing her speed slightly while lifting the cover here and there to try to catch a glimpse of Lynus' face. She ended up spinning this way and that around the chair, whipping her wide hips and tail into the dress stands and knocking things over. "Come on!" The knight captain was an insufferable tease; she'd do this as long as it pleased her.

The scene was disrupted as her lovely, panty-clad hips swung to hit an object of interest she hadn't spotted yet: a dollhouse that had been covered by a tarp of knit cloth. The dollhouse-- or perhaps more of a shrine-- fell off of its pedestal and spilled its contents onto the floor...