Shido locked the door furtively behind him. This was madness, and he knew it, but those pretty black boxes had arrived on his doorstep, and for some damn reason, he was powerless to resist their lure. It had been too long since he'd had sex, sure he'd sated himself with Yayoi now and then, but she was a mortal, and Riho... well Riho was just too young.
Cain, beautiful Cain, who knew his body the way no one else did. He sighed, magnificent bastard that his sire was, he had to admit his skill in bed was well above par. He drew the curtains and opened the box, laying out the contents on the bed.
He flushed, it brought back so many memories. Clearly, this was Cain's doing, the entire package, with its delicate lavender tissue paper, smelt of his sire. Opium and musk, exotic spices and fine old furniture. Slowly, so slowly he slipped off his work clothes, the suit falling from his shoulders. He remembered long before, when it had been Cain's long fingered hands that undressed him, remembered the sensation of silk sliding over his skin.
"So pretty, pet," he'd purred. His image in the mirror had been too beautiful. Shido sighed at the memory, he missed being told he was pretty, despite knowing it was ridiculous, insane... and all kinds of wrong... he missed being told he was pretty. He shook his head. What kind of a man was he? He hated how right Cain was sometimes, as he looked in the mirror at his lithe naked form. He was beautiful, and he knew it, smooth alabaster skin, long mane of silken lavender hair, big blue green eyes, full lips, long shapely legs, tiny waist, slim hips and broader shoulders, gracefully prettily male. He picked up the black lace garter belt and hooked it around his slim hips, next came the fishnet stockings, smoothed over those perfectly shaped legs, and clipped efficiently to the garter, next black ruffled charmeuse panties that did excellent things for his pert almost feminine rear.
The next part was one of his favorites, the corset in rich purple dripping with jet beads, silk roses, and black satin ribbons. He closed the busk with practiced ease, and pulled the laces tight, nipping in his already small waist and giving him a delicious semblance of an hour glass figure, despite the effect upon his figure, he retained his masculinity, flat chest and features that although fine and angular were a little too sharp to be a girl's. Then the black velvet choker, the long black gloves... the heels. He applied the makeup, as Cain had taught him, dramatic black eye-makeup, glossy pink lips. He was an exquisite specimen, androgynous sex on legs. Anyone who glanced his way would be instantly utterly lost to lust.
Suddenly though, the room swam. What had Cain done? When his vision cleared he was somewhere else, with Cain smiling at him, putting down his book.
"I knew you couldn't resist for very long, Shido my dear," he purred, "oh and you look quite lovely," he added eyeing him, "I knew that corset was your color. it's been far... far too long since I've seen you like this."
Shido looked on in shock. How had this happened? Some unholy magic that the beautiful blonde had put on the clothes... or what?
"You're beautiful, Shido," said Cain, standing up to saunter towards him.