The meeting room was quiet except for the murmur of voices as Colette presided over another one of her organization's high-stakes discussions. Seated at the head of the long table, her imposing figure commanded respect from everyone present. Her wings were tucked neatly behind her, but her sharp blue eyes darted from one speaker to the next, her gaze calculating and cold.
"Human trafficking continues to be a profitable sector," one of the capos reported, their voice steady despite the weight of the topic. "The forced labor operations are running smoothly, particularly with dwarves and elves in the construction sector. Their skills are invaluable for complex builds."
Colette tapped a claw against the table, her expression unreadable. "Good. But ensure no workers escape and talk. I don't want loose ends. Increase oversight on transport routes and watch for moles."
"Yes, boss."
Another capo chimed in, their voice hesitant. "Our racketeering operations are also holding steady. The fake charities and scam businesses are bringing in substantial revenue, but we're seeing an uptick in scrutiny from local regulators. It might be time to rotate out some of the schemes."
Colette leaned forward, her claws steepled under her chin. "Shut down anything that's been operating too long. Replace it with something fresh. If the regulators get too close, they'll find nothing but smoke."
The room fell silent as Colette glanced around, ensuring her orders were understood. Her commanding presence left no room for debate. "We'll reconvene next week. Dismissed."
As the meeting ended, her lieutenants and capos filed out one by one, leaving Colette alone to gather her thoughts. She sighed, running a clawed hand through her hair before stepping into the hallway. Her mind was still focused on business as she walked toward the elevator.
When the elevator doors slid open, she stepped inside, only to find herself joined by Kent a moment later. He offered her a warm smile, his presence immediately lightening the tense atmosphere that lingered from her meeting.
"Heading downstairs?" Kent asked, pressing the button for the lobby.
Colette nodded, a rare smile gracing her lips. "Looks like we're sharing the ride."
The elevator began its descent, the quiet hum of machinery filling the space. But moments later, with a sudden jolt, it came to an abrupt halt. The lights flickered, and the control panel emitted a sharp beep before going dark.
"What the—" Kent began, pressing a few buttons, but nothing happened.
Colette crossed her arms, a smirk forming on her lips. "Looks like we're stuck. Perfect timing."
Kent gave her a puzzled look. "Perfect? We're trapped."
She leaned back against the elevator wall, her sharp blue eyes glinting with mischief. "Exactly. Trapped together. No meetings, no soldiers, no interruptions. Just us."
Kent's face flushed as Colette pushed off the wall and stepped closer, her towering frame making the small elevator feel even more confined.
"C-Colette, what are you—"
Before he could finish, she spun him around and pinned him against the elevator wall, her thick tail coiling around his waist. "I've been waiting for some uninterrupted time with you," she purred, her voice low and teasing.
Her plump butt pressed firmly against his lap, and she began to move, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. Kent's face turned bright red as he struggled to process what was happening.
"C-Colette!" he stammered, his hands flailing awkwardly.
She grabbed his wrists and guided them to her hips, then lower, placing his hands on her plush rear. "Don't be shy, darling," she said with a smirk. "I know you love it."
Kent's breath hitched as her thick thighs rubbed against his legs, the soft fabric of her skirt brushing against him. "You're impossible," he managed, his voice strained.
"And you love it," she shot back, her smirk widening. She leaned down, her large breasts pressing against his chest, then sliding up to smother his face. Her scales were warm against his skin as she moved deliberately, rubbing against him and enjoying the way his entire body tensed.
"Colette…" Kent's voice was muffled as she continued to tease him, her laughter low and rich.
"I love seeing you like this," she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. "That adorable blush, the way you squirm—it's the best part of my day."
She pulled back just enough to capture his lips in an aggressive kiss, her sharp teeth grazing his lower lip as her tongue dominated his mouth. Kent's hands, still pinned to her hips, trembled as he tried to keep up, but Colette was relentless.
The elevator remained silent except for the soft hum of machinery and the sounds of Colette's teasing kisses. She broke the kiss briefly, her sharp eyes locking onto his flushed face.
"You're mine, Kent," she whispered, her tone possessive. "And I'm going to remind you of that every chance I get."
By the time the elevator finally jolted back to life, Kent was slumped against the wall, his face flushed and his breathing uneven. Colette, on the other hand, looked utterly satisfied, a playful smirk still on her lips.
As the doors slid open, she scooped Kent up effortlessly, cradling him in her arms. "Looks like I wore you out," she teased, pressing another kiss to his cheek.
Kent groaned softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're too much, Colette."
"And you love it," she replied, carrying him out of the elevator.
Despite his exhaustion, Kent couldn't help but smile. Life with Colette was never boring, and even moments like this were a reminder of how deeply she loved him—possessive, overbearing, but endlessly devoted.