The Great Black King
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.
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