"Why don't you do my hair, then?" he asked, offering her the headband and clips. "Make your w-wife all pretty for you." He stumbled a little on the word, but he was committed. She might not be the most advanced hairdresser in this marriage, but she arranged her own hair just fine often enough, and he trusted her to do something pretty and feminine with his.
"My wife is always pretty," Keyleth replied, not stumbling quite as much over 'wife' as Vax was, if only due to some impulsive mimicry. "Here, come sit down," she added, tugging him over to the vanity, so she could start brushing his hair out.
Vax was blushing as he sat down at the vanity, picking up the brush and handing it over his shoulder to her. His hair was in its usual half-braid tied off with a short leather lace, easy enough to undo. Vax looked at himself in the mirror as he sat, at first unable to see anything but his own male face -- he knew he had a little androgyny about him, but he'd been seeing this face and knowing there was a dick attached for thirty years, so it was hard to see it. He tried to focus on what was feminine and delicate about his face, searching it for those features that might appear on a woman.
If it helped, Keyleth was doing her best to make his hair look as pretty and feminine as possible, giving him more volume at the scalp, twisting ribbons into the braids that she joined into a thicker braid at the back, strategically adding flowers and hair clips. Even beyond this thing Vax wanted to try, brushing and braiding his hair was really nice.
"What do you think?" she asked when she was mostly done, just adjusting some tendrils around his face before kissing his cheek.
"Well my wife is already beautiful," Keyleth chirped, nuzzling Vax's ear with a soft giggle. "Come to bed and I'll show you just how pretty I think you are."
He shivered softly and nodded. “Okay.” He didn’t really know what she was planning, nor did he know what he was hoping for. Maybe it didn’t matter as much as the talk. He climbed up onto the bed, sitting up and looking to Keyleth for guidance on where she wanted him.
Bold of Vax to assume Keyleth had a plan beyond being sweet to her wife and making her feel good. She didn't give him a chance to climb up on the bed, she picked him up so that his legs were around her waist and his arms around her shoulders and kissed him while she carried him over to it. Then kept kissing him while she laid him down on the mattress.
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Vax inhaled when he got picked right up and carried. It was a lovely and feminine way to feel, being held and moved like this, especially by his wife. It was easy to just feel like a smallish man when it was some big burly dude doing it, but with a woman, surely he was positively girlish.
(Was that sexist? Maybe that was sexist. It probably didn't matter.)
He sighed into the kiss when he was pressed against the bed, and his hands seemed to find their way above his head, laying against the pillow. Those pale, nimble wrists almost begged to be held there somehow.
Vax in his natural resting position, really. Of course it also didn't take Keyleth long to oblige him, using her own hands for now, lacing their fingers together and then gently laying his wrist one atop another so she could wrap them up in one hand (well, somewhat) while she nuzzled and kissed at Vax's neck.
Only when she needed both hands did the vine whip out from the wood of the headboard and wrap around his wrists instead, which let her shimmy down and hitch up his shirt to press slightly ticklish kisses to his abdomen.
It felt good the moment her hands slid over his, sending a happy shiver down his spine and soothing an ache inside him that was kind of always there, except when he was like this, for her. He arched his head back, turning a little to present an ear, but the vine made him gasp happily as his arms were pulled taut.
The kisses predictably made him squirm, but he wasn't laughing, too turned on and sensitive for it. "Now that you've got me here, what are you gonna do to me?" he asked, and bit his lip. He always liked to hear someone talk about what he was in for, and it was an invitation to talk about him as a girl some more.
"I'm gonna make my pretty wife feel nice and good," Keyleth replied with a soft laugh, sitting up enough to undo Vax's pants. "I'm, mmm, I'm gonna play with her until she's all messy and wet and needy. And then," she continued with a quick grin, leaning down for a kiss, "I'm gonna fill up her sweet little cunt, and make love to her until she comes for me. Does that sound like something my wife would like?"
Fuck. The way she talked about it made him shiver. Messy and wet, sweet little cunt. It helped that she'd chosen ways to put it that were totally possible. He'd get messy and wet if he was needy enough, and if he thought of his hole as a cunt...
Well, it would make him lose his mind, apparently, because he couldn't seem to help whining softly and squirming a little on the bed. "Yeah," he moaned, and swallowed hard before nodding. "Yeah, fill my...my cunt and make me your special girl." If he wasn't already hard under his trousers he'd have second guessed all that, gotten nervous, but he was too horny (and more importantly too trusting) to care anymore.
"You're always my special girl," Keyleth giggled, tugging Vax's shirt up further so she could scrape her teeth lightly over a nipple, her vines tightening in response to his squirming. "My very most favorite in the world." She was pretty good by now at telling when Vax was in a zone, but she still wanted to make sure he was good, so she moved up for a kiss while she undid his pants, then reached for nightstand drawer to neatly take one of the little foil packets out. "Tell me if it's too much, okay?" she murmured against his lips, before wriggling back down to carefully pull his pants and off.
He nodded and breathed "I will, I promise" against her lips, then let his head fall back to the pillow, shifting his wrists a little to be comfortable and knowing they'd adapt. He could feel hair clips digging into his skull and it made him shiver, reminding him of what they'd done to make him look girlish. "I love you," he said, eyes closed and face to the ceiling, as he lifted his hips to let his pants come off. He was already hard, but not leaking or throbbing yet.
"I love you too," Keyleth replied softly, leaning down to kiss his abdomen as she tugged his pants down unhurriedly and tossed them off the side of the bed. She ran her fingertips along the insides of his thighs, spreading his legs in the process. "Hmmm," she hummed out loud, arranging his legs just the way she wanted them, and summoning two more vines to wrap around his bent knees and keep them in place. That way he could be spread and relaxed rather than putting any effort into it. "You look so pretty," she cooed, wriggling down on the bed, spreading him a little more so she could lightly run the tip of her tongue over his hole. "I've got the prettiest wife in the world." Her tongue flicked and teased while she slicked up her fingers with lube; then, when that was done, she kissed the inside of his thigh, and slid up to kiss and lick the head of his cock while her fingers pressed in slowly.
Being tied open like this made Vax inhale, loving the feeling of helplessness, of being at her mercy. Her tongue made him squirm and arch, as always, and he let his mind slip toward imagining how that might feel on a cunt. He had no frame of reference, but he had a vivid imagination, and the thought drew a shaky moan out of him.
"I love it when you play with my clit," he murmured, and felt his cheeks go red, but the intense pleasure of it was winning easily. "I can't wait to feel you inside me, i-in my cunt."
The more they did this the easier it got to let the words roll off of her tongue, which made sense, since most things got easier with practice. She hummed softly, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock and teasing and flicking with her tongue, treating it as much like a clit as she could while she fucked him with her lube-slicked fingers.
"My sweet girl's cunt is so wet already," she cooed, adding a third finger, pausing to concentrate for a moment direct her vines to pull up and spread just a little more. She knew how much Vax loved the feeling of it.
"Yeah, I'm really wet for you," he moaned, feeling the vines pull him open wider, exposing him. Being so vulnerable for someone he trusted so completely was intoxicating. "Please fuck me, fuck your girl's cunt, cunts need to be filled up," he gasped.
"I'm going to, sweetheart, I promise," Keyleth soothed, turning to press a kiss to the inside of Vax's thigh. The begging was really sweet, but not at all necessary, Keyleth wasn't in the business of teasing him tonight, on top of everything else they were trying out. She just wanted to make sure he was prepped well. She nuzzled into his skin and stilled a little as she cast her alter self spell, the one that was a step down from the monstrosity they'd named Greg. Respectable, not exactly easy mode, but not insane, either. And he was definitely slicked up and stretched enough to take it and still feel nice and full.
Of course, that meant the vines holding him in place withered away, since she had to concentrate on the alter self spell required her concentration. She didn't leave him tetherless though, quickly slicking up her newly conjured cock before sliding up and catching his hands in hers, threading their fingers together as she kissed him and kept his arms lightly pinned. "Oh, sweet girl, you're gonna feel so good," she promised, letting go of one hand long enough to read down between them and guide the tip of her cock to his hole. "I can't wait to be so deep inside you."
He stayed in the position he’d been tied in, to be good, but he still sighed contently when her hands slid over his, meeting her kiss with enthusiasm. Being held, even lightly, felt more secure, an anchor that he needed. “Please fill my cunt...” He couldn’t help it, begging was just the sound he needed to make when he was this turned on.
The moan when she started to push into him was loud and heartfelt, loving the stretch of it without making him feel like he was splitting open. “Mmh...it’s good, you’re making your girl feel s-so good...”
"My sweet girl deserves to feel so good," Keyleth assured him with a pleased little hum, giving a few slow, testing rocks before moving more in earnest. Having a week with the changeling pollen had been not only interesting, but had definitely helped Keyleth's alter-self game, both in the spell itself and in the rhythm of her hips. Why, she couldn't say, it just felt like it came more naturally to her body then and she'd retained a bit of it.
Not that she needed the help, since she knew Vax's body pretty well by now, and she exploited her knowledge to its fullest advantage, stacking his hands one atop the other so she could cover them with only one of her own (not the most secure pin, but then, he wasn't actively trying to get himself unpinned, either). This left her other hand free to hitch his leg where she wanted it and shifted the angle before she picked up the pace even more.
Vax was losing the ability to keep up any kind of fiction. The talk had turned him on immensely, but now that they were in it, he was a lot more focused on how good it felt to be fucked, and his legs were shaking with every thrust in short order. "Fuck," he gasped out, eyes closed and cock throbbing with need. "You feel so f-fucking good," he groaned.
Thankfully, Keyleth was keeping her focus even better than usual. She cooed, offered praises, Good girl, sweet girl, pretty girl, reaching between them when Vax's cock began to leak to stroke the pad of her thumb over the head; the closest she could get to mimicking playing with a clit.
"You can come whenever you want, sweet girl" she panted, biting lightly at her lip, a thing sheen of sweat shimmering on her forehead. The spell got trickiest to hold when she got close to coming herself, but she had it. She wasn't worried. She just had to keep concentrating.
It didn't take very long, he couldn't hold out against being fucked so well and still being talked to like that. Vax gasped and then went rigid as he came hard, making a mess between them as he clenched down on Keyleth's cock. He went slack when it had passed, panting and looking a wreck underneath her.
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"What do you think?" she asked when she was mostly done, just adjusting some tendrils around his face before kissing his cheek.
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"I love it," he said, smiling as she kissed his cheek. "I like to look pretty for you."
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(Was that sexist? Maybe that was sexist. It probably didn't matter.)
He sighed into the kiss when he was pressed against the bed, and his hands seemed to find their way above his head, laying against the pillow. Those pale, nimble wrists almost begged to be held there somehow.
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Only when she needed both hands did the vine whip out from the wood of the headboard and wrap around his wrists instead, which let her shimmy down and hitch up his shirt to press slightly ticklish kisses to his abdomen.
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The kisses predictably made him squirm, but he wasn't laughing, too turned on and sensitive for it. "Now that you've got me here, what are you gonna do to me?" he asked, and bit his lip. He always liked to hear someone talk about what he was in for, and it was an invitation to talk about him as a girl some more.
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Well, it would make him lose his mind, apparently, because he couldn't seem to help whining softly and squirming a little on the bed. "Yeah," he moaned, and swallowed hard before nodding. "Yeah, fill my...my cunt and make me your special girl." If he wasn't already hard under his trousers he'd have second guessed all that, gotten nervous, but he was too horny (and more importantly too trusting) to care anymore.
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"I love it when you play with my clit," he murmured, and felt his cheeks go red, but the intense pleasure of it was winning easily. "I can't wait to feel you inside me, i-in my cunt."
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"My sweet girl's cunt is so wet already," she cooed, adding a third finger, pausing to concentrate for a moment direct her vines to pull up and spread just a little more. She knew how much Vax loved the feeling of it.
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Of course, that meant the vines holding him in place withered away, since she had to concentrate on the alter self spell required her concentration. She didn't leave him tetherless though, quickly slicking up her newly conjured cock before sliding up and catching his hands in hers, threading their fingers together as she kissed him and kept his arms lightly pinned. "Oh, sweet girl, you're gonna feel so good," she promised, letting go of one hand long enough to read down between them and guide the tip of her cock to his hole. "I can't wait to be so deep inside you."
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The moan when she started to push into him was loud and heartfelt, loving the stretch of it without making him feel like he was splitting open. “Mmh...it’s good, you’re making your girl feel s-so good...”
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Not that she needed the help, since she knew Vax's body pretty well by now, and she exploited her knowledge to its fullest advantage, stacking his hands one atop the other so she could cover them with only one of her own (not the most secure pin, but then, he wasn't actively trying to get himself unpinned, either). This left her other hand free to hitch his leg where she wanted it and shifted the angle before she picked up the pace even more.
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"You can come whenever you want, sweet girl" she panted, biting lightly at her lip, a thing sheen of sweat shimmering on her forehead. The spell got trickiest to hold when she got close to coming herself, but she had it. She wasn't worried. She just had to keep concentrating.
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