Catra Costumes Novels & Stories

Superstition clung to the walls like dust. Elena stood in front of her dressing-room mirror, alone. The costume was little more than gold body paint and chains that draped across her breasts and hips, leaving back, sides, and most of her ass bare. Her skin shimmered under the lights, every muscle carved sharp from weeks of starvation and obsession. She looked like a blade dipped in honey. Valeria knocked once and entered without waiting. She wore the Slave costume again: black straps, collar, nothing else. The leather had been adjusted since the gala; now it framed her completely naked cunt, lips already slightly swollen, as if her body knew what was coming.

she waved the other woman into the light. I blinked. "What the hell is she wearing?" If that was Asta, then she was wearing the world's worst horror costume. When she stepped into the glow of the overhead light, the human costume looked like it had been sewn together from all kinds of different parts of different people. Like a doll that had been scavenged together by a desperate mother. "That needn't concern you. Hand over your magic, and I swear to kill you quickly," Ferria said. I laughed in her face. Something I'd never had the lady balls to do when I lived under her thumb. "You're off your meds if you think that is going to happen."

“I see. Hey Malevolent, dare I ask what you have been up to?” “Oh, the usual.” Skyla smirked just as Marcel and Kataleya came into the hall. Unlike Skyla, who was in leather pants, high heels, and a crop top, Kat was wearing a chiffon floral dress up to her knees with long flowing sleeves. She was the opposite of Sky who was the slimmest of us, with washboard abs, Kat was a lot curvier having gotten it from her Mama and I think the Rossi genes if Raihana was anything to go by, with big breasts and an ample ass. And unlike the two of us, she preferred to wear clothes that covered her up. She was around the same height as Kia, or maybe even a little taller now. Her hair was super long too, rea

After that terrible situation that Frando and Caminito have ever experienced while under the coercion of another ghost-witch that once appeared in Destino’s room after danger occurred against Queen Deodria’s attempt. They both experience harming themselves after letting themselves go after the moment when a sudden spirit comes in from nowhere and gracefully stand herself wearing a feathery outfit and beaded hair and a face that full of scintillating pearls.

Make up and a sexy dress that was only made of plastic, bright green leaves, and the hair set up in a sexy perm… I looked like a model ready to walk on a fancy rampwalk. Lara, on the other hand, had dressed up as a fairy. I loved those transparent wings she had put on her back that shined with rainbow colores under light. Alessio had worn an 1800s style suit which turned him into a sexy lord. I could not believe that even wearing an out of style suit made him look dashingly handsome. And Daniel was shamelessly, and proudly walking around shirtless claiming he was dressed up as sexy alpha Alessio during training.

“Stop it! You are not going as any kind of animal, you got me? Unless it's a very sexy cat or something.” Leesa laughed. Cali was going as a dominatrix and had wanted Leesa to go as her slave, in a costume that was little more than a chrome-studded black leather collar and belt. With a leash, yet! Even Caitlin had turned down that offer, and she was going dressed as a hooker.

Aside from the humming of the caged birds displayed on the walls, the roaring of a tiger made me almost jump from my seat because the creature is not a native of this land. Then, I saw him on the top of the stage Aster, walking towards his gilded throne, together with his three concubines sitting in line with him in the middle. From the left is Sera, wearing a stag costume, the antlers are decorated with crystals hanging on them. Next to her is Katrina, in a cat costume and then in the middle is Aster. On his right is Helena wearing all black in her Raven dress. Her makeup is too dark in this kind of daylight while the concubine that saved me yesterday, Marian, is wearing a tiger dress with

“We use it all the time. It’s our only way of seeing ourselves. It’s not exactly a mirror, but it has to do.” Caitlin was startled at how she looked. She wore a huge gown, yellow, gold and white, festive and multi-layered, with floral designs all over it. Her hair had been braided by Polly, and Caitlin completed her costume with her Venetian mask. She especially liked the mask. Behind this mask, she could have been anyone. With it on, she seemed so mysterious, so regal, even a bit dangerous.

André arched a brow at me “They are arguing over which dress I should wear. Katrina feels I should wear the traditional Incubi Luna gown.” Crista gestured to the black dress. André whistled, picking up the dress to touch it and investigate it. “Bis Bisnonna had style when she picked this dress to replace the dated one when she became Luna.” André nodded. “It’s stunning and very sexy. You’ll look hot. I hope we keep fire extinguishers on hand and a drool cup for Papa.” André winked.

I sniffled, wiping my eyes with the back of my hands. I was lost in thoughts of memories of mamma and this dress. I was ten when mamma promised that I would wear it when I came of age. I could still remember being a little girl and seeing it in her closet and talking about how pretty it was. “I am not discrediting its emotional value. Tie told me that it was your mamma’s dress. And it’s truly gorgeous. But Crista is becoming Luna of Incubi, not Beta of Nebrodi. Our pack traditions shouldn’t be trumped by sentiments.” Katrina protested.