Reincarnated as the Chapter 945: Dresses (1)

Chapter 945 - Dresses (1)

I had felt that today was going to be an interesting day, so I had thankfully brought my money with , and at first I felt sowhat guilty since I was going to be spending money on this other woman and not on my wives, but at the sa ti...

I an, Camara had all kinds of dresses already and I had gotten her a lot of materials for her to work with, while both Annie and Cici were so new I hadn't found any sort of valid gift for them yet...

One that wasn't dangling between my legs and made them both crazy with pleasure, of course.

Besides, my gift to them was also growing inside of their bellies, and during the ti it took for that gift to co to fruition I could go and get all the things they would need and want during that ti.

So I focused back on Gertrude, who was staring at

like I was to bla for her lack of nice apparel, unable to help myself from smiling as I nodded and repeated "Let's get so dresses for you then~!"

Standing so close to her, I could sll the sa thick scent from last night, that warm, overwhelming scent flooding my head and making

tipsy as I recalled how powerful her hips had been, how tight her pussy was and how large of a load she had taken from .

She knew I was thinking of it too, and the tapping of the knife reminded

that we were still in a 'dangerous' spot since Eleanor was nearby; even still, I couldn't help myself as I said "I think you would look beautiful in red."

Her auburn hair and fur, the hazel eyes that were always so serious, the fact that red was such a powerful, strong color... it would be the color that best suited her, but she didn't seem to agree as she frowned and looked down towards her arms.

Blood was still staining her skin, and for a mont I wondered if her profession had tainted her mind a little, making her view the color red as so kind of reminder that she did sothing 'dirty' for work.

Maybe she truly thought that the only thing that red symbolized was blood, reminding her of her job that made many look at her in ways that were unjust and unfair; instead of trying to convince her otherwise, I swiveled to another color and kept the conversation flowing.

This isn't a conversation we should be having when we were just starting out, at least it seed that way to , so I kept it to the discussion of colors that I thought would make her look beautiful, smoothing everything over.

"Or green... a darker, forest green would look stunning on you. Maybe a light blue..? Well, we could just agree that you would be gorgeous in a dress~!"

She tapped the knife again before resuming her work, all the while listening to

list off random dresses that I was aware of; the different types of dresses that would look good on her, like a sleeveless, low cut dress that emphasized her bust, or a backless and sleeveless dress for her muscles.

Sothing form fitting, maybe sothing with a leg slit to show off those powerful thighs of hers... everything I listed made the Bearkin cut through that carcass with more force then was needed, but never once did she tap the knife nor did she glare at .

Maybe it was because I was constantly complinting her beauty, or perhaps it was because she was saving this 'anger' for later, but either way it took her not that long to finish her work, clean up, and grab

as she dragged

out of her shop.

She only said a few things to her daughter before we left, and yet it was all she needed to say since Eleanor gave

a small smile and a nod before telling her Mama to let loose and have so fun.

The bubbly girl ignored the glare and instead said that she was going to finish up before heading out as well, aning the shop and the house would be empty; it was a clear ssage to us both that we could co ho tonight and have sex freely, and that only made Gertrude squeeze my wrist while glaring at her daughter even more.

And yet she didn't deny or make an excuse, instead just taking

outside and towards a boutique, remaining silent and leaving her hand on my wrist like I was so child she was disciplining.

Her grip was powerful, but it wasn't so strong that I couldn't break free, so of course I pried her hand off of my wrist and replaced it with mine, taking us from a more serious and ambiguous stance to sothing more intimate as I held her hand happily.

Gertrude didn't pull away, but she also gave

a small glare as we walked side by side towards this shop that she knew about, our style of dress currently drawing a few eyes; I was in my armor with a dagger hanging on my hip while she had on a simple blouse and so nice leathers that hugged her ass.

She looked so damn good in just this, so I couldn't even begin to imagine how gorgeous she would be in a good dress... would I be able to help myself whenever I saw this woman in a good dress..?

Though there was also a part of

that was asking the question on if she would be able to help herself when I got myself sothing nice to wear as well, since there was no way I was going to a restaurant for a date wearing so armor.

That would just be rude to her, even if I thought I looked really~ fucking good in this armor... and if I knew I looked good because there were so~ many people staring at

as I walked around, stroking my ego the sa way Gertrude stroked the back of my hand to remind

who I was walking hand in hand with.