What’s Better Than A Cat Girl? A Goth Cat Girl, That’s What

Gray paid for Yang and Jeanne’s outfits with a slight flush still lingering on his cheeks, the memory of their knees on the changing room floor and their lips sharing his cum still vivid enough to make his pulse thump. He didn’t feel like pushing for anything more in this particular store, not after that, but he made a mental note of the name on the storefront sign as they stepped back into the sunlight. A place that stocked fishnet clothes and barely-there mesh? Useful information. Very useful.

They drifted toward the next boutique Weiss had pointed out earlier. The storefront was sleeker than the others. It had clean white walls, gold-accented signage, mannequins posed in elegant dresses and tailored separates. Nothing overtly revealing. The kind of place that catered to upper-middle-class girls who wanted to look pretty without looking like they were trying too hard.

Gray doubted Weiss would pick anything that would make his blood run hot the way the last store had, but he wasn’t about to complain. The day had already been generous.

Inside, the air smelled faintly of lavender and expensive fabric softener. Soft classical music played from hidden speakers. The other girls spread out almost immediately. Ruby, Yang, and Blake gravitated toward a rack of flowy sundresses; Jeanne and Pyrrha quietly compared blouses and cardigans; Ren tugged Nora along by the hand so she wouldn’t accidentally knock over a display of delicate silk scarves.

Gray fell into step beside Weiss as she browsed a shelf of neatly folded skirts.

“So,” He said, keeping his voice low and casual, “What exactly are you looking for today?”

Weiss didn’t look up right away, fingers brushing over a pale lavender skirt. “Something... between refined and versatile. I already have several similar pieces, like high-waisted skirts, tailored blouses, A-line dresses. But I’m looking for something not so... “high society.””

She glanced sideways at him, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “I assume you were hoping for something... far from “high society”?”

Gray chuckled. “I’m not complaining about the elegant stuff you rich people wear. You pull it off really well. But…” He leaned in a fraction closer, voice dropping. “If you were trying to put together an outfit that’s still you, still classy, still Weiss Schnee, but also something that would make a hot-blooded guy who’s interested in courting you lose his damn mind… what would it be?”

Weiss gave him a dry, amused side-eye. Her cheeks tinted the faintest pink, but she didn’t flinch.

“Hot blooded guy, huh? Well, you’ll just have to wait and see,” She said primly, turning back to the rack.

Gray grinned.

“I look forward to it, madam.” He said, earning him an amused glance.

He left her to it and drifted toward the others.

Ruby was holding up a soft peach colored sundress against herself, twirling once. Yang gave it a critical eye, grinning. “That one’s pretty cute, Rubes. Shows off a lot of leg too.”

“That’s not what I was going for, Yang.” Ruby gave her a dry look.

“Go for it. You have a boyfriend now.” Her sister grinned back.

Gray left them to it. He walked on to see if he could find the others.

Blake was nearby, fingering the hem of a midnight-blue dress with thin straps. She glanced up when Gray approached, offering a small smile in greeting.

“Find anything good?” He asked.

Blake tilted her head toward the dress. “Maybe. It looks… comfortable. And pretty.”

Gray nodded. “It would look good on you. The color would bring out your eyes.”

She gave another small, genuine smile. “Flatterer.”

Jeanne and Pyrrha were a few racks over, holding up blouses and skirts against each other, talking quietly over color matches and sleeve lengths. Gray joined them for a minute, offering a few honest opinions.

Ren was doing her best to keep Nora contained. She kept reaching for delicate lace pieces, and every time Ren gently tugged her hand away, making her pout dramatically.

After some time, Gray caught Blake alone again near the sleepwear section. She was examining a set of velvety soft nightwear. Pale lilac shorts and a matching camisole with thin straps, the kind of thing that would cling in all the right places. He couldn’t help but imagine Blake wearing it while also sporting a few “stains” from him, turning the velvet material darker.

She startled slightly when she realized he was there, cheeks tinting pink.

“These are… cute.” She said, holding them up self-consciously.

Gray stepped closer, his voice low. “They’d look incredible on you. Cute and soft and easy to slide off.”

Blake’s bow twitched a little as she blushed, but her lips curved. “You’re impossible.”

He just grinned and briefly grabbed her butt. She jolted at the touch but just smirked and shook her head before giving him a gentle elbow to the ribs.

He spent a couple minutes flirting with Blake until eventually, Weiss approached; her pile of clothes folded neatly over one arm. She looked composed, as ladylike as always, but there was a faint apprehension in her eyes, mixed with quiet determination.

She stopped in front of him, her chin lifted.

“I’m ready,” She said. “If you’d like to give your opinion.”

Gray straightened, matching her formality with a small, gentlemanly nod.

“I’d love to.”

They walked together toward the changing rooms. From the stack in her arms, Gray could only see the top item, a pale blue pleated skirt, the fabric catching the light in soft folds. Whatever else was underneath was hidden.

They reached the changing area. Weiss paused just outside the curtained stall, turning slightly to look at him.

Gray gave her a small, encouraging smile.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

She took a slow breath, squared her shoulders, and stepped inside.

The curtain swished closed behind her.

---

Gray sat in the chair just outside the changing room, legs spread casually, arms crossed, debating with himself while he listened to the soft rustle of fabric on the other side of the curtain.

He debated whether or not he was ready for another sexy stunt. Should he get another blowjob so soon after Yang and Jeanne had drained him? It was tempting. Very tempting.

He also wanted to fuck someone at some point. He had quite a few hours until his meeting and he was here with eight sexy girls. He thought he would be an idiot if he didn’t have real sex at least once today.

But no. He wasn’t going to fuck Weiss here. Not yet. He hadn’t even formally asked her out, hadn’t given her that proper first time he’d promised himself he’d make meaningful. She deserved better than a quick, dirty stall-fuck in a boutique changing room for her first time.

...never mind that first time he got her to blow him in that toilet near the ballroom. That was... That was just payback for their horrible first meeting that day.

Despite their rocky first meeting, he didn’t actually have any ill-will towards her. He didn’t hate her or think she deserved some Semblance-fueled ****. He fantasized about it of course, but he didn’t want to treat her as nothing more than a cumrag. She also apologized for her snooty behavior and seemed to be taking strides to not be so full of herself.

Though, he didn’t mind planting the kink in her mind to be used as a cumrag. He had been doing that slowly with the dreams he told her to have of being his sex maid.

Still… he wanted her to remember this moment. Wanted her to walk out of here flushed and aching and thinking about him for the rest of the day. He wanted her heart to pound when she thought of him.

So, he made a decision.

He activated his Semblance. The blur at the edge of his person settled around him like a second skin.

“When Weiss shows me her outfit,” He said quietly. “She’ll be easily convinced to pull me inside the changing room, even if she’s embarrassed. No one will be bothered by it if they figure it out.”

Then he deactivated.

Some moments later, the curtain twitched and Weiss stepped out.

Gray’s breath caught.

It was… surprisingly casual. A pale blue pleated skirt, knee-length but light and flowy, the kind that would flare just enough when she moved. A crisp white top tucked neatly into the waistband. Over it, a cropped denim jacket in a soft faded blue, sleeves pushed up, giving the whole look a relaxed, almost effortless Vale-girl vibe. Nothing overtly sexy. But it was the subtlety of it that Gray liked.

The pale blue skirt that matched her eyes moved as if it were light, despite being knee-length. As if it might be easy to flip, giving tantalizing hints of her thighs when she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. And the white top matched her white hair and was formfitting enough that he could see the curve of her small breasts, the faint outline of her bra catching his attention. Then the denim jacket gave it all that casual feeling of a normal girl going out to shop. It broke up the monochrome aesthetic enough to make her look more approachable and down to earth.

It looked very good on her, even if he was expecting her to wear something more in line with the rich-girl image he had of her. And yet this was perfect for her.

She stood there, hands clasped in front of her, chin lifted in that proud way she had. Her cheeks were faintly pink, and her eyes kept darting to his face like she was waiting for judgment.

Gray stood slowly, letting his gaze travel over her deliberately.

“You look…” He exhaled through his nose. “Really fucking pretty, Weiss. Casual and elegant at the same time. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were a pretty Vale girl, born and raised.”

Weiss’s lips parted slightly. She tried to hide the pleasure that flickered across her face, but it showed in the way her fingers tightened together.

“Thank you.” She said quietly. “I… wasn’t sure.”

Gray stepped closer, voice dropping. “You could walk around the city in this and no one would guess you’re a Schnee. Just a beautiful girl in the crowd. I am surprised though. I thought for sure you would pick something like a dress. Do you have other clothes like this?”

She looked down at the skirt, smoothing it with one hand. “I do have pieces like this at home. Not quite so… relaxed. But similar.”

Gray looked her up and down again as she smoothed her skirt. Maybe now was his moment.

“The skirt length was inspired, though. For my little challenge. Short enough to tease a hot-blooded guy who wants to court you. Long enough to stay classy. If you pulled me into that changing room right now… I’d have no defense against you.”

Weiss’s eyes snapped to his. She gave him a dry, long-suffering look, half glare, half something hopeful, but the blush climbed higher on her cheeks. She glanced around once, checking for prying eyes, then back at him.

“You’re such a boy.” She muttered.

But the corner of her mouth quirked.

Then, with a small, exasperated huff, she reached out, grabbed his wrist, and tugged him inside the stall.

The curtain swished shut.

Gray looked down at her. He was close enough now to smell the faint floral of her shampoo and see the rapid flutter of her pulse at the base of her throat.

He leaned closer and cupped her face gently with both hands, thumbs brushing her cheekbones. She looked up at him with red cheeks and eyes flicking back and forth between his own.

Then he kissed her.

Soft at first, his lips brushing, coaxing. She stiffened for half a heartbeat, then melted against him, small hands fisting in his coat. Gray deepened it slowly, tilting her head back, tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she opened for him with a tiny, needy sound.

The kiss then turned hungry.

He pressed her back against the changing room wall, one thigh sliding between hers, hands roaming. Down her sides, over the curve of her hips, then lower, palming her ass through the skirt, squeezing firmly enough to lift her onto her toes. Weiss squeaked against his mouth but didn’t pull away. Her arms looped around his neck, fingers threading into his hair, tugging just hard enough to sting.

Gray groaned into the kiss, grinding his hardening cock against her stomach. His hands slid under the hem of the skirt, finding smooth skin and lace panties. He cupped both cheeks, kneading, spreading her slightly so the fabric pulled tight against her pussy.

Weiss broke the kiss with a gasp. “The clothes… they’re expensive. Don’t... don’t ruin them.”

Gray slowed, breathing hard against her lips. “Buy it. All of it. You look too good.”

She nodded jerkily, eyes glassy.

He pulled back and looked at her flushed face. Then he let her go reluctantly. He backed away as she watched him, her eyes turning to confusion and maybe a little disappointment.

Then sat in the small chair in the corner, spreading his legs.

“Get changed.” He said. His voice rough with lust. “Then come here.”

Weiss hesitated, blushing furiously, but obeyed.

She stripped slowly this time. Removing her denim jacket first. Then came her white top, pulling it from her waistband and lifting it past her head. Her stomach and white bra came into view. She pulled her hair through the top and straightened it while trying her best to not look at him. Her cheeks were red, but she didn’t hide herself from him.

The skirt was unbuttoned and unzipped. The fabric slid down her long legs, leaving her in matching white lace panties.

Gray watched every second, cock straining painfully against his pants.

She even boldly took her time folding the clothes neatly or hanging them up on a hook on the wall. Then she pulled on her own clothes with that same deliberate pace, making sure he saw everything. When she was back in her original outfit, she stepped toward him. Shy, uncertain, red-faced but determined.

“Straddle me.” He said softly. “Kiss me like you’re dying of thirst and my mouth is the only thing keeping you alive.”

Weiss’s breath hitched. Her cheeks flamed. But she climbed onto his lap, knees on either side of his hips, skirt riding up her thighs.

Then she kissed him.

Hard.

****.

Her lips crashed into his, tongue pushing past immediately, hungry and messy. Gray groaned, hands sliding up her thighs under the skirt, gripping her ass and pulling her tighter against his erection. She rocked instinctively, grinding down on him, small whimpers swallowed by the kiss.

She poured everything into this kiss, nipping his lower lip, sucking his tongue, fingers tugging his hair, hips rolling in tight little circles that made him tense up. He didn’t want to blow his load in his pants after all.

Gray’s control frayed. He kissed her back just as fiercely, one hand sliding up her back under her top, the other squeezing her ass hard enough to leave marks. She moaned into his mouth, loud and needy. And he swallowed it down.

They lost track of time.

Minutes blurred. Lips swollen. Breathing ragged. Clothes a little messy.

Eventually Weiss pulled back, gasping, her forehead resting against his.

“We… should stop,” She panted. “Before someone...”

Gray nodded, still dazed. “Yeah.”

She climbed off slowly, legs shaky, cheeks flushed, lips red and wet.

They straightened their clothes in silence, her smoothing her skirt, and him adjusting his pants and coat to hide the obvious boner. When they stepped out, both of them were flushed, breathing uneven, but no one in the store seemed to notice or care.

Weiss wouldn’t meet his eyes at first.

But when she finally did, the corner of her mouth lifted, just a fraction.

Gray smiled back.

Mission accomplished.

She was buying that outfit. And Gray got closer to the point where he would officially ask her out. In fact, he could probably do it now, but he wanted a more private moment. Or maybe he would do it on a date or something.

Anyway, he walked with her to the counter where she paid for the clothes. She insisted, saying that she got some money from her father, and the clothes were pretty pricey.

---

The rest of the afternoon unfolded in a pleasant, sunlit blur of shops, mirrors, and rustling shopping bags. Oh, and of course sexy girls trying on clothes.

They worked their way through different shops, narrow streets lined with boutiques, cafes, and the occasional high-end chain, and also some lesser-known places along side streets and thrift stores. The girls moved like a colorful school of fish: darting in and out of stores, holding dresses and tops against themselves in front of full-length windows, laughing and giggling the way girls tend to do.

Gray followed behind, content to watch like a good boyfriend.

He gave opinions when asked. He was mostly honest in his reviews but would often tease them.

“That red one makes your ass look incredible, Yang.” He told the blonde as she showed off a red dress. Something that looked expensive but was surprisingly affordable and on discount. “But I don’t think it’ll last very long if you wear it around me.”

Yang smirked and got a little excited at the thought of him tearing it off of her. Needless to say, she bought it.

“Jeanne, the shorts were cute, and I like me some skin of course, but those jeans hug your thighs better. And you look really cool.” He told Jeanne as she showcased an outfit with dark denim jeans. They looked painted on and advertised the shape of her legs really well.

“Oh, Lords, Weiss... that pencil skirt is evil. Are you trying to tease me?” He asked over a pencil skirt Weiss had found that gave her an office lady or teacher look. It wasn’t too short, but it would show off some thigh highs and garter straps nicely.

“N-No... I just thought it looked nice...” She said, a little caught off guard over his interest in it.

“Buy it, Weiss.” He urged her. “And if I may make a request, some thigh high stockings and garter belt, too.”

Weiss stood there and stared, her cheeks getting a little warm. Then she huffed and shook her head before letting the curtain slide close. “You...”

She sounded more amused than anything though.

The girls had all preened or rolled their eyes or blushed, depending on who they were.

Whenever someone disappeared into a changing room, Gray would activate his Semblance. Then he would slip inside unnoticed; door curtains parting for him like water while the girl on the other side of the fabric was none the wiser.

He stood inches away as they stripped down to their underwear, skin glowing under soft store lighting. With his scroll out, he recorded them silently. The slow peel of fabric, the arch of a back, the bounce of breasts being freed from a top, and the slide of skirts or jeans down their legs.

Yang was confident, turning this way and that, cupping her own tits as she tested how an outfit looked. Blake looked more hesitant, sometimes glancing at the curtain, but still let her leggings drop, revealing her creamy white legs and the perfect curve of her ass. Ruby was a little fidgety as she wiggled out of her shorts, her breasts jiggling with each movement. Weiss was as methodical as ever, folding clothes neatly before trying on the next piece. Gray’s hands had absolutely roamed over them as they changed clothes, feeling their warm and sexy skin, squeezing their flesh however he wanted.

Then there was Team JNPR. Jeanne seemed shy even when she was alone as she looked in the mirror, hands smoothing over skirts or dresses. Pyrrha was graceful, statuesque, every movement deliberate and unintentionally sensual. This might have been the first time Gray got to really look at the Champion properly. And he was quite taken with her tall body and taut muscles. He definitely touched and even kissed her skin for a taste.

Nora was as energetic as one could expect, bouncing on her toes, giggling at how certain tops made her cleavage look “extra explosive.” Gray smirked to himself at how she could still be... Nora, even here while changing. He also got a little tempted to hump her as she bent over to change into some shorts. Then there was Ren, changing clothes almost as methodical as Weiss, and calmer than any of the others. She didn’t pick anything that really stood out. The Mistral girl mostly chose subtle and unassuming clothes, with green being a common theme. She still had a nice body that Gray sampled.

Gray stayed each time until they were close to finished, then slipped out, deactivated his Semblance, and reappeared outside like he’d never left.

“Looks great.” He would say, or some variation of, casually when they stepped out for his verdict.

They never noticed his little pervy game of course. But his scroll was filling up with videos of each of them changing. While most boyfriends would be bored with a shopping trip like this, he was having the time of his life.

He would carry bags when asked, four or five dangling from each arm at one point, but he didn’t mind. Eight beautiful girls, all dolled up and happy, spending an afternoon trying on clothes for him to ogle? He felt like the luckiest bastard alive.

And he pushed boundaries a little. Going a little further in public than he ever had before.

In one store, while Yang browsed a rack of low-cut tops, Gray stepped behind her, his Semblance active, and slid both hands under her jacket, cupping her heavy breasts through the thin fabric. He squeezed her fun bags with wild abandon. She gave a tiny, breathy gasp, but otherwise made no sign that she had felt him. He stayed there for a full minute, grinding slowly against her ass while she compared two shirts.

In another store, Ruby stood at an accessory stand, fingering a delicate silver necklace. Gray came up behind her, hard cock pressing firmly against her ass through their clothes. He rocked gently, hands slipping under her hoodie to palm her bare stomach, then higher to tease the undersides of her breasts. She just kept looking over the accessories.

No one noticed.

No one cared.

And it was thrilling. Exhilarating.

It was times like this that Gray thanked the Lords, or the stars, or those weird gods that Ozpin mentioned, for this power. He was underwhelmed at first, but it quickly proved to be the most incredible power ever. Especially for a horny guy like him. Never mind the world ending drama he had to deal with. That stuff still sat in the back of his mind, but for now he was suitably distracted by ass and tits.

---

Gray trailed a few steps behind the group as they wandered into the next store. It was a narrower, dimly lit store tucked between a coffee shop and a record store. The sign above the door read “Shadow Veil” in jagged silver lettering. Inside, the aesthetic was immediately apparent. Black walls, low purple lighting, racks of dark fabrics, leather, lace, studs, and chains. Goth, punk and alt-rock. clothes that looked like they belonged on stage at a midnight show or in a back-alley club. Ruby’s eyes lit up the second she stepped through the door, and Blake showed subtle signs of interest too. The others drifted in behind them showing varying degrees of interest.

Gray also looked around; his own interest piqued. He often wore dark clothes so maybe he might find something in the men’s section. But that would have to wait. He had been feeling himself recovering steadily from his orgasm with Yang and Jeanne.

Enough time had passed since they had drained him in that other store. Enough outfits had been tried on. Clothes hugging curves, crop tops and skirts revealing skin, boobs and butts jiggling. He’d watched them all change, touched when he could, teased when he couldn’t. His cock had been half-hard for most of the afternoon, and now, surrounded by black lace and leather, the need sharpened into something urgent.

He wanted to fuck.

Right now.

His eyes found Blake first.

She’d already drifted toward a rack of long, flowing black dresses. Gothic and layered, the kind with corset lacing up the sides or sheer panels that teased skin underneath. Her fingers brushed the fabric almost reverently.

Gray remembered the dreams he’d planted in her mind in the last week. Subtle, filthy suggestions of pet play, collars and being owned. He remembered the night on the roof when she’d whispered that she was his to use whenever, however he wanted.

He probably didn’t need to command her for this.

But he did need privacy.

He activated his Semblance and said, “No one will notice or care if I take Blake into a changing room and fuck her. They won’t interrupt. They won’t get upset if they figure it out.”

He deactivated.

Then he walked straight to her.

She was holding up a black velvet dress. It had long sleeves, a high collar, but with a deep slit up one thigh and lace panels over the chest that would show skin when she moved. It looked like it would be really sexy on her.

Gray stepped in close to her. She saw him and turned her face to smile shyly at him.

“Blake,” He whispered, voice low. “When you’ve picked out an outfit, we’re going into one of those rooms and I’m going to fuck you while you try it on. Then, when I’m about to blow, you’ll drop to your knees and swallow every last drop. Understood?”

Blake went rigid.

Her shoulders locked as she stiffened. Her bow completely stood up as her cat ears likely stood on end. A flush exploded across her cheeks and down her neck. Dark red against pale skin. She quickly looked around before looking back at him.

“Gray...!” She whispered with a scandalous look.

For a heartbeat, Gray thought he’d misjudged and that she might say no. But then she glanced around again and even looked over to the changing rooms.

She swallowed thickly, audibly.

Her head turned just enough for him to catch the side of her face. Wide golden eyes, parted lips, pupils blown.

She looked around once more, quick and furtive, checking for witnesses. No one was paying attention. The store hummed with its own low energy; no one even glanced their way. Even the other girls of their teams had spread out.

Blake exhaled shakily.

Then she looked back at Gray, her face a red mess of embarrassed desire. Without a word, she turned back to the rack and kept browsing, more deliberate this time. Her eyes searched for suitable pieces as her hands trembled slightly. She was trying not to breathe too deep or fast as she browsed, but she certainly seemed to have picked up the pace.

Gray walked with her and felt the heat rolling off her in waves. He imagined that he could already smell her arousal.

She was looking forward to it. And she was likely already soaked thinking about it.

Blake finished gathering her selections. A black velvet dress with lace-up sides and sheer panels across the chest, fishnet thigh-high stockings with delicate silver garters, long fingerless lace gloves that reached her elbows, and a thin black choker with a small silver crescent-moon pendant. She hugged the pile to her chest as she glanced toward Gray.

Her face was still flushed. Her cheeks dark, lips slightly parted, golden eyes glassy with a mix of nerves and unmistakable need. She hadn’t spoken another word to him since his blunt command by the rack. Just bit her lip hard enough to leave a faint mark, breathing a little heavier every time she caught him watching her.

Now she turned and walked straight toward the changing rooms, not looking back, but clearly expecting him to follow.

Gray fell into step behind her, heart already thudding harder.

She chose the largest stall at the end. It had more space, a full-length mirror on one wall, a small padded bench in the corner. The curtain was heavy black velvet; it swished shut behind them with a soft finality.

Blake turned to face him, arms full of dark fabric, eyes wide and uncertain. She didn’t speak. She just waited, chest rising and falling a little faster, clearly not sure how he wanted to begin.

Gray stepped closer until their bodies almost touched.

“Okay, Blake.” He said quietly. “This is how it’s going down. You’re going to change into your outfit, piece by piece, and you’re going to try your best to ignore me. Pretend I’m not here. Pretend that nothing sexual is happening, even while I touch you. Even while I fuck you. Keep your moans in as much as you can. Okay?”

Blake’s breath hitched audibly. Her pupils dilated, swallowing the gold of her irises. She swallowed hard.

Then she said an almost inaudible, “Okay.”

Gray gave her a slow nod. “Start.”

She turned toward the wall hook first, carefully hanging the dress so it wouldn’t wrinkle. Then she set the stockings, garter belt, gloves, and choker on the small bench. Every movement was deliberate. She tried her best to focus, trying to pretend this was just normal shopping.

Gray stepped up behind her.

His hands slid around her waist immediately, palms flat against her stomach under the hem of her sweater. She stiffened, a tiny gasp slipping out before she clamped her lips shut.

He pressed his chest to her back, hard dick grinding against her ass through their clothes. His lips found the side of her neck, kissed once, then licked a slow, wet stripe up to her ear.

Blake shivered violently. Her hands paused as she was about to lift her sweater up.

Gray helped tug it up for her, slowly, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach inch by inch. When the sweater crested over her breasts, he took a moment to appreciate her globes. He cupped her tits through the thin bra she wore underneath. Her nipples were already stiff peaks against his palms.

She bit her lip hard, eyes fluttering shut for a second before she **** them open again. Trying to focus. Trying to keep going.

Gray squeezed gently, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. A soft, muffled whimper escaped her anyway.

“Good girl.” He breathed against her ear. “Keep changing.”

Blake’s trembling fingers grabbed the sweater and pulled it up and off her head. Her hair was pulled through the hole and she was free. Gray did get a face full of her hair though, which was fine since it smelled so good.

Gray never stopped touching, his palms sliding down her ribs, over the dip of her waist, then lower to palm her ass through her leggings and her groin on the front side. He squeezed her ass hard, spreading her cheeks slightly, then ground his cock against the seam between them, bringing both hands to feel her crotch.

Blake’s breathing came in short, ragged pants. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and began to push them down slowly, because her hands shook, and because his own hands were in the way. He did move aside for her eventually though.

Gray helped tug them past her hips, letting them slide down her thighs. Black lace panties came into view, already soaked through at the crotch, clinging to her swollen folds.

He watched as she pulled her leggings down and removed them from each leg. Her creamy white legs jiggled a little but were otherwise taut. The muscles in her thighs and calves shifting slightly under her skin. He held her by the hip to help steady her. When she stood tall again, she was just in her underwear and the sight made his mouth water. Especially that ass of hers. How did she have that much good meat on her?

He groaned low in his throat, dropping to one knee behind her. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her ass back toward his face. He dragged his tongue up the back of her thighs. Then he rubbed his face between her butt cheeks, feeling her warm flesh on his face.

She whimpered again. Higher, more ****. And her knees wobbled.

Gray stood, spinning her gently to face the mirror. He pressed against her back once more, cock grinding insistently against her ass. His hands slid up under the bra, palming her bare breasts now, squeezing and kneading.

Blake stared at her reflection, eyes glassy, lips parted, cheeks flushed a deep red. She watched his hands move over her body, watched her own chest rise and fall faster with every breath.

Gray reached down, undoing his belt and zipper with one hand while the other kept teasing her breast. His cock sprang free, erect and impatient to get inside her.

He rubbed the head against the small of her back first, then lower, sliding it between her ass cheeks over the lace of her panties.

Blake’s hips jerked involuntarily.

Gray then hooked two fingers into the crotch of her panties and pulled them aside, exposing her dripping pussy. He angled himself, and pushed her shoulders forward a little, finding her entrance with his dick. He found it and rubbed the tip along her slit, coating himself in her wetness, then pressed forward.

The head popped inside her with a wet sound.

Blake’s mouth opened in a silent cry. Her hands flew to the wall on either side of the mirror for balance.

Gray sank in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him like a fist.

“Keep going,” He rasped against her ear. “Get dressed.”

Blake whined, soft and broken, but obeyed.

She reached for the fishnet thigh-highs first. Gray didn’t pull out. He stayed deep inside her, rocking gently while she bent to try and roll the first stocking up her leg. Every movement made her pussy clench around him; every shift of her hips squeezed him.

The second stocking was harder. Her hands shook so badly she almost dropped it. Gray slowed down his thrusts till she got it on her foot, then sped up again once she started rolling it up her leg. She faltered a couple of times, to his amusement.

She then tried putting on the garter belt and he had to briefly pull out for this one. Once it was settled around her waist, he went back in, making her gasp and shake a little. She clipped the garter straps to the top of the stockings as Gray made it a little difficult for her with his thrusts.

Next came the fingerless gloves. She pulled them on one at a time while Gray fucked her steadily, shallow thrusts that made her tits bounce under the bra. She watched it all in the mirror, her own flushed face, his hands on her hips, her bouncing breasts, and the obscene sight of his cock disappearing inside her again and again between her legs.

Then she put on the choker while he drove into her hard with the sound of flesh smacking on flesh. Her face as she tried to focus but couldn’t help but gasp or moan was too hot.

Finally came the dress.

Blake lifted it over her head. Gray considered pulling out just long enough for her to slip it on but decided to fuck her through it. She moaned pitifully as velvet fabric slid down her body, lace panels teasing glimpses of skin underneath. He thrust inside her hard at the sight of her before bottoming out, burying himself deep while she smoothed the dress over her hips.

The sight in the mirror was incredible.

Blake in full goth regalia. Black velvet hugging her curves, lace showing the tops of her breasts, fishnets clinging to long legs, garter straps bringing attention to her thighs, gloves on her arms, choker tight around her throat. And his cock still buried inside her, stretching her open.

“You look like a gothic sex dream,” Gray growled into her ear. “You’re buying this. All of it.”

Blake shivered violently as she stared at herself in the mirror, a choked moan slipping out. Her walls fluttered hard around him.

Gray lost it.

He pressed her chest to the mirror, cold glass against her breasts through the lace. Her palms slapped flat against the wall for balance. He hiked the dress up around her waist, gripped her hips, and fucked her hard. Deep, punishing thrusts that made her body jolt forward with every stroke.

Blake’s moans were **** now, her face pressed against the mirror and her breath fogging the glass, eyes squeezed shut. Gray pressed his face to the side of hers, breathing ragged against her ear.

“Fuck… Blake… so tight… so good…”

He lost track of time. Minutes blurring into the wet slap of skin, the creak of the mirror, the muffled sounds she couldn’t quite hold back.

Finally, the pressure built too high. He was close.

He pulled out, his cock slick and throbbing, and spun her again.

“On your knees.” He ordered.

Blake dropped instantly. Her knees hitting the floor, mouth already open.

Gray stroked himself fast a few times, then pushed the tip past her lips.

She angled herself to take his load, and to hopefully not get a drop on the clothes.

Gray groaned low and came hard.

Thick ropes shot across her tongue, filling her mouth. Blake moaned at the taste of his seed, swallowing greedily, gulping down every drop.

When he finally stopped pulsing, she pulled back slowly. Her lips shiny, tongue flicking out to catch the last bead at the tip.

Gray exhaled shakily. He watched as she gulped and licked her lips. It took a moment, but she swallowed everything she could.

“Clean me.”

Blake leaned in obediently again. She gave soft, careful licks along the shaft, then the head, until he was glistening only with her spit.

He looked down at her flushed face, her swollen lips, and her glazed golden eyes staring up at him like he was everything.

“Touch yourself,” He ordered quietly. “Right here. Looking up at me. Worship my cock while you make yourself come.”

Blake shuddered and moaned as her hand slid between her thighs instantly, her fingers finding her clit, circling fast. She kept her eyes locked on his, lips parted, breathing hard.

She pressed her mouth and nose to his softening dick. He twitched at the contact, and his stiffness stayed for a little longer. She kissed his meat and smelled it like it was ambrosia. Her fingers sped up in small, **** circles. Her hips jerked. Her thighs trembled.

Then she jolted.

A soft, broken cry escaped her. Her body shuddered hard, her hips spasming. A small gush of wetness hit the floor between her knees. It was clear and glistening. It wasn’t a whole lot, but it did leave a mess.

Gray didn’t care.

He reached down, cupping her jaw gently.

“Good girl.” He said softly to her.

Blake leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering closed for a second.

When she finally came back to herself, her breathing slowing even if her cheeks were still flushed, Gray helped her stand on shaky legs. He helped her get changed back into her regular clothes, hands straying here and there, making her giggle and roll her eyes.

Gray straightened his own clothes as Blake checked over the dress, stockings, and gloves for any mess. There was no evidence except the small wet spot on the floor and the heavy scent of sex in the tiny room. And she might have accidentally stepped in her own love juice once.

Once they had fixed themselves up, Gray pulled the curtain aside just enough to check that no one was looking their way.

He activated his Semblance one last time.

“A worker will clean this changing room. They won’t care what the liquid on the floor is.”

Then he deactivated and stepped out all calm and casual, while holding the curtain for Blake. She followed a second later, cheeks still dark, lips swollen, but otherwise composed.

They walked back to the others like nothing had happened.

Gray’s cock was already stirring again at the thought of seeing her in that full outfit another time. But for now, he just walked beside her to the sales counter, shoulder brushing hers.

The day was still young, and he wondered if he would have another round in him before he needed to go do his business.

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A/N: One more chapter of spicy fun after this, involving Jeanne once more... and Pyrrha? Then Gray is off to do his business.

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