Fairy Boots Black Sabbath Novels & Stories

So I wore them, but only when I wanted to feel great. "So much better, don’t you think?" She was smiling from corner to corner and all I wanted was to go back to bed, but I had to admit, she had done a good job. Hair caught in a braid, eyes highlighted with eyeliner, black clothes - completely black -, distributed in shirt, cosert, tights and boots. High boots. I took the pair of gloves left on the couch and sighed. "Thank you" I said as I stared at the succubus "but still preferred my bed" I provoked.

The boots are black, with a white fur lining and come up to just below my knees. Everything seems to be made out of the most expensive material possible, it all feels so soft, yet durable. Samael looks at me once he finishes getting dressed, he’s wearing black pants – not tight like mine, but fitted – and a white sweater that clings to his muscles in a way that has me clenching my thighs. Goddess, he’s beautiful. “Fuck,” he mutters. “How do you make everything look so fucking good?” he stalks towards me, a hungry look in his eyes.