How about we focus for a moment.

Of course, I would very much like to continue staying here, and I’m sure that the beauty above me wouldn’t disagree, but there’s probably some things she needs from me first. Otherwise, nothing will come of my time here besides another infatuated individual, not that I’d really mind that outcome.

Likely thinking the same thing, the tailor regained her posture and lifted her legs off my face, speaking on what started this whole adventure in the first place, “I’d love for you to stay there all day dear, but I do have to fulfill your request too, and I’d much prefer thinking about your lovely little request to her rude obligation.” As she spoke, I was of half a mind to follow her frame up.

Instead, I obliged and crawled out from under the puff of silken fabrics. Agreeing dispassionately, saying, “oh, right, well what do you ne-” just as the dress had fallen from my own waist, the dragon kin had decided that looking down was no longer to her liking, grabbing ahold of my body and pulling me up to her before sitting on the stool at the open counter. She was treating me like a damn child!

Swinging both legs off to the side of her lap, I turned to face her, expecting to be able to berate her for not even warning me. As I spun though, her finger pressed against my lips while a politely mischievous smile overtook her features. I sat there confused and a bit dazzled, deciding to play along with whatever she was doing.

She started speaking again, answering my question from before she picked me up. “I’ll obviously need some measurements, I think you’ll appreciate this way of doing things too, hmm?”

Curiously agreeing without too much thought, I should have been paying attention to more than just her expression and words, as she had managed to sneak a hand around the side of my neck. Now I was locked in place while she leaned forward to grab something off the counter, her tits pushing into my face while I reflexively resisted her, breathing deeply into her cleavage in the process. They spilled around my face, the soft surface meeting my cheeks, and filling the space around them, their ample volume blocking out all my light. She didn’t let up there either, clearly reaching around me to get a few things, keeping me pressed into her chest the whole time. I let out an appreciative hum for her, my raised arms now coming in to properly feel and confirm the spherical pillows burying my head, giving them an equally pleasing squeeze.

She didn’t seem to mind the attention and even moved her hand from my neck to my head, running her hand over my head like she was trying to remember the exact shape of it. To her credit, she was a tailor and I am asking her to make a couple of hoods for me, so she’s probably not just doing it because she likes my horns. Though from the feel of it, she definitely likes my proud little horns, with their odd curve in the ends.

After a few more seconds of this, the hand fell from my head to reach over me too, leaving me burying my own head in heaven. I gave her tits another squeeze and took another breath of her subtle perfume before ceasing my ministrations, resting my hands on her hips. We leaned apart while I looked up to her, her face set in a more serious expression than I thought would be there, considering what was just happening. Curiously, a thought sprang to mind, we hadn’t actually introduced each other. We were both too distracted to give our names, and by that point, things were… panicked.

Not wanting to delay anymore, I spoke up, “hey, so, we haven’t… well we haven’t really introduced ourselves yet, and I guess your last name is Aster, but that other person called you Ari, right?”

The dragoness responded with a hum and a raised eyebrow before finishing up the last line she was noting down, turning to fully face me again. Replying properly now, she agreed, “yes dear, my name would be Aristinia N. Aster, don’t mind the middle name, and you can call me Ari too…” Smirking, she seemed proud of her name. It was a pretty name, if a bit rich to what I am used to, she is definitely a noble. While I was thinking it over, she continued, “…You are aware that generally, it is polite to introduce yourself first, yes? What might little miss flustered go by normally?” She said, while her hands made their way to my face.

My cheeks reddened at the nickname and simmered under her palms. Clearly, I was still in some state of panic, because I managed to forget introducing myself, not that we weren’t already well past the point of formal manners. Of course, her teasing behaviour did nothing to help me get my thoughts in line either, “W-Well, you can call me Oka- Ituku, Ituku Okami! I um- It is nice to meet you. Miss Ass- I mean Ari, nice to meet you Ari.” I shyly finished, looking down at first, directly into Ari’s cleavage, and then away to the side, accidentally leaning into her palm in the process.

Ari, the opposite of being as distracted or embarrassed as I am, carried the conversation further, “well then, I guess I’ll have to call you Ito for now, since you’re using my nickname. It’s only fair…” Her hands pulled my face in, surprising me a bit, before compiling those surprises with a melting kiss.

Somehow, I had missed the fact that she’d leaned in, and now her tits were squashing into my shoulder, while her lips found mine. Of course, I didn’t hesitate to submit to her kiss, our tongues quickly finding the space to glide over each other. My hands took their leave from her hips, sliding up the soft fabric to once again find soft and malleable flesh thinly covered by that expensive fabric. One of her hands slipped off my cheek, finding it’s way lower to tease me between my legs.

I let off a moan for her, our heads tilted parallel, our tongues finding ground deeper in the other’s mouth. She had finished exploring my mouth it seemed, pushing her tongue against mine as far as it could go, extending it to the back of mine, and then to my surprise, even further. Ari pushed the muscle to its limit, while I choked on it, imagining all the things she could do to the same regions she was rubbing through my pants with a monster like that.

It didn’t last long though, Ari retracting the flexible digit and leaning away. I let mine hang in the air, taking a deep breath while my hands remained playing with her tits. Ari smirked at me, seemingly happy that I had enjoyed that. If I’m lucky, she might make those tantalising thoughts a reality, and her demeanour didn’t say otherwise.

She reminded me of why I’m here first though, “I’m glad you liked that, but I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves. We still need to get the rest of your measurements. The fun can come after, along with you if you get what I mean.” She said, coyly smiling.

A bit of confidence returning, I replied, “Well, if you’re gonna fuck me like that too, I couldn’t say no…” Hopping off her lap, letting her hands drift off me, and regrettably letting go of my newest pillows, I turned around. Not really knowing what I should be doing, I asked Ari for the answer while she picked up the book on the desk, “...So, what do ya need me to do? Should I be holding some string or are you just gonna feel me up some more?” I say, a smirk accompanying the reforming blush.