Deku Pants Novels & Stories

“Now, let us get you dressed.” She handed me the jumper first. It was soft, thick, bright red, and decorated in white patterns of trees and tiny snow creatures. Then came the pants. Stretchy. Soft. Not leather. Not royal. Not anything I had ever worn. I held them up by the corners. “What manner of clothing is this? Why do the legs look like they are trying to escape each other?” “They are called pants,” Elara said gently. “Humans wear them.” “I only wear pants for training,” I muttered. “And those are leather. And do not stretch in threatening ways.”

“You have pants, Winter. I gave you pants. You have to at least give me that.” Frowning, I looked back at pile of clothes set out for me. The boots were fantastic. They laced all the way up and I was pretty sure they would reach my knee, maybe a little over. Krista had added leather pants that looked small enough to be a second skin on me. Then, a black silk shirt that was embroidered with black thread.

They looked over and saw the two outfits that Duncan suddenly uncovered by removing the blanket that had been on top of them. Wide grins cross their faces as they moved over and picked them up. Zeke's was very simple. It was a pair of leather shorts with a soft interior and a big leather cup for his bulge to nestle in. Other than the shorts, there was a leather hat that Kelly said was optional. He smiled and put it on anyways. It looked like a leather policeman's cap, and he doffed it with a smile. Kelly walked over and wrapped his new leather collar around his neck, attaching the leash and smiling widely.

Once the tub was filled, Daegal took off his cloak, his shirt, and breeches along with the rings on his fingers and the thin, gold chain around his neck which one of the female servants picked up and put away. He dipped himself into the warm water, sighing deeply as his tense muscles relaxed. The female servants began to wash him and pour the warm milk over his body. After his bath, he got dressed in fine ash breeches, a dark blue shirt made of the finest Nebulosi silk, a long, embroidered coat with fur trims, and steel-toed boots. Then, he placed new gold and silver rings onto his fingers and after looking himself over in the round mirror atop his dresser, he marched out of his chambers, le

Meredith shook her head as she fingered the scalloped edges and saw the open back. She didn’t want to wear her swimsuit so begrudgingly she removed any tags and put on the bodysuit. She briefly looked at her reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but let a small smile appear for a moment before she grabbed the pants. “Akris Punto” She mumbled as she removed the tags from the black wash jean pants. The fabric was stretch denim which Meredith thought was comfortable. The pants were wide leg and cropped. Meredith automatically twisted while looking at herself in the mirror. It was a habit for her to check how her ass looked in any pair of jeans she ever tried on. She smiled in approval befo

Wear pants? Misty stared down at the text from Denver. What the hell was that about? But she did as he'd asked, unearthing some well-loved jeans that seldom saw much use in the summer. And since she'd gone that far, she paired them with some hand-tooled leather cowboy boots that had seen many, many years' love. The sleeveless, cream peasant blouse made her feel more appropriately summery. Why was she even worrying about what she wore? It's not like this was a date. They were looking at a barn for heaven's sake. It was a...business arrangement, really.

His teeth that were straight and shockingly white, are now yellow with black spots at the tops and bottoms. Gnarled fingers grasp the ball at the top of a short walking stick. His formerly tall and straight body is now much shorter and bent. Legs are slightly bowed outward under the plaid kilt of the Picts. Even his arms appear thin like twigs in the very loose-fitting flaxen shirt.

Emily did point out wearing a dress would be a lot better, I couldn't stick to it. But I did buy myself a new pair of hotpants in a dark blue denim with little tears and edges here and there. The top is as usual, black. It has cut outs leaving the back nearly bare, a very low-cut cleavage and the sides are closed through safety pins. Of course, it has a print on it: Life is short drink more Tequila It's a bit of a sexy punk style, which I like. Entering the living room Emily is already waiting impatient. Of course, she is wearing five-inch heels again and a dark blue glittery mini dress.

She scrubbed her old boots and set them aside. Picking up the outfit she examined it again. A k’tai came in two parts: a bottom of somewhat opaque silk with another fabric that held it tight to the body, in this case, a black fabric. The top was of the same fabric and included a long hood for covering the entire head. The sleeves were long and included an attached glove for each hand.

"You're trying to drive me crazy. I try to hold myself back, then you come at me like that and you don't expect me to lose it?" His right hand went from my neck to my bare back and underneath the bunched up dress at my waist to Palm my rear. The panties I had on weren't anything special but it was lacy. I chose it because I didn't want pant lines showing from my dress. It was the type that covered my butt cheeks horizontally leaving lots of room. Luka seemed to appreciate them and gave a loud groan when he felt them. Then he roughly tugged at the waistline, pulling them down. I raised my hips to assist him.