Reluctantly, yes

Damn girl, he seems to be adamant about this... well. it is not the most humiliating thing that someone has **** you to wear and you only need to wear it when you are with him so... yeah, you can work around this.

"Alright my lord, I... I will feel honored to wear whatever you deem fit."

"I only wish for you to see yourself as beautiful as I see you"

"That's... nice, my lord" CRINGE.

The dragon chanted a soft spell then, and the armor pieces removed themselves slowly and tenderly from it's deceased wearer. At one point, the whole armor was floating in the air and another spell cleaned the pieces of dust and dirt. And thank god for that. Soon, the pieces floated in her direction, to touch, cover and covet her pale skin.

The armor fitted her strangely well, whoever created it had confort in mind, even if it didn't seem like it from the armor's design. Even thought it was made from iron, it almost felt like flesh, like an endless stream of hands were groping her in a very gently manner. The chestpiece visually shrunk until it fit her, and she felt her boobs being gently massaged and her nipples kissed by sweet lips in that instant. The skirt fitted her hips nicely, and she even felt a pair of kisses teasing the outer lips of her vagina, when the steel panties fell in place. The boots teased her ankles and feet, and the crown even caressed her elven ears. How the hell would the armor know that elven ears are... oh my, I'm getting horny again! The armor panties fit her in such a way that both her cunt and anus were not only accesible but slightly opened for easy intrusion. Soon, a bead of girl-cum was falling from her.

"Do you like it, my dear? Is it comfortable?" Asked the dragon.

"It... is, much more than expected."

And then, from the crown, came the voice.

"Who the fuck are you?"