The morning sunlight streamed through the grand windows of Colette's lavish bedroom, casting a warm glow over the room. Colette stretched lazily in her massive bed, her wings unfurling slightly as she let out a contented sigh. Today, she decided, was going to be about one thing: teasing Kent.
A mischievous smirk curled her lips as she thought about how she'd spend the morning. With a flick of her tail, she sat up and reached for the intercom by her bed.
"Kent," she purred into the speaker. "Come to my room. I need your help with something."
When Kent arrived, dressed in a casual shirt and pants, he immediately noticed the glint of mischief in Colette's sharp blue eyes. She was standing by her walk-in closet, her usual commanding presence softened by the playful smile on her face.
"What do you need help with?" he asked, his tone cautious. He'd learned to recognize that look of hers—it meant trouble.
"I can't decide what to wear today," Colette said, motioning toward the racks of clothes in her closet. "I need your opinion."
Kent blinked, glancing at the array of outfits. "Uh… sure. What are you thinking of wearing?"
Colette's smirk widened. "I'll show you."
She disappeared into the closet, leaving Kent standing awkwardly by the bed. Moments later, she emerged wearing a daring, skin-tight black dress with a plunging neckline and a slit that ran up to her thigh.
"What do you think?" she asked, striking a pose.
Kent's face immediately turned bright red. "I-it's, uh… it's nice. Very nice."
"Just nice?" Colette teased, twirling to give him a full view.
"I mean, it's… a lot," Kent stammered, trying to keep his eyes from lingering too long.
Colette laughed, disappearing back into the closet. "Don't worry, darling. I've got more."
What followed was a series of increasingly revealing and provocative outfits. A tight red bodysuit that hugged her curves, a barely-there bikini, a short skirt paired with a dangerously low-cut top—each one left Kent more flustered than the last.
By the time she emerged in a lace corset that emphasized her already generous figure, Kent was practically melting.
"Colette, are you doing this on purpose?" he asked, his voice strained.
She sauntered up to him, her smirk widening as she leaned down to look him in the eye. "Of course I am," she said, her voice low and teasing. "It's fun watching you squirm."
Kent groaned, covering his face with his hands. "You're impossible."
"And you love it," she replied, her tail curling around his waist.
As she looked at his flushed face and nervous posture, Colette felt her playful teasing give way to something deeper. Her smirk softened, and her eyes gleamed with affection—and desire.
"Actually," she said, her voice taking on a huskier tone, "I think I've had enough fun for now. It's time for something… more."
Before Kent could respond, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the bed.
"C-Colette!" he protested, though his voice lacked conviction.
She pushed him onto the bed, her towering frame easily pinning him down as she climbed on top of him. "You've been so cute this morning, Kent," she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. "I can't resist you anymore."
Her hands roamed over his chest as her tail coiled around his legs, holding him in place. Kent's protests quickly faded into soft gasps and moans as Colette's teasing gave way to something far more intense.
By the time they were done, the bedroom was a mess of tangled sheets and discarded clothing. Kent lay sprawled on the bed, his hair disheveled and his body completely drained. His breathing was heavy, and his cheeks were flushed as he stared at the ceiling, too exhausted to move.
Colette lay beside him, her naked form shimmering faintly in the sunlight. She propped herself up on one elbow, her sharp blue eyes filled with satisfaction as she gazed down at him.
"You look like you've been through a war," she teased, running a claw gently along his chest.
"I feel like I have," Kent muttered, his voice weak but tinged with humor.
Colette laughed, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "You're adorable, you know that?"
"Glad you think so," Kent said with a tired smile.
Colette wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. "You're mine, Kent. Don't forget that."
"I couldn't even if I tried," he replied, his voice soft.
She smiled, resting her head against his shoulder as they lay there together. For Colette, moments like this were a reminder of just how much she cherished Kent—and how much she loved being the one to make him blush, squirm, and feel utterly adored. The two fell asleep together.
The next morning came quickly. Colette stretched lazily on the bed, her naked body glowing faintly in the soft morning light. Her blue-and-white scales shimmered as she lay beside Kent, her tail gently coiled around his leg, holding him close. He was utterly spent, his chest rising and falling as he tried to recover from the intense morning they'd just shared.
But Colette wasn't done.
A playful smirk curled on her lips as she leaned closer to him, her sharp blue eyes glinting with mischief. Slowly, she straddled him again, her hips pressing against his towel-covered crotch. The warmth of her body seeped through the thin fabric, making Kent's cheeks flush despite his exhaustion.
"C-Colette…" he murmured, his voice weak but tinged with nervousness.
"You're not getting away that easily," she purred, leaning down so her large breasts brushed against his chest. She guided his hands to her chest, encouraging him to grope her. "Come on, Kent. I know you've got a little energy left for me."
His hands trembled as he complied, and Colette let out a soft, satisfied hum. Her hips began to move slowly, rubbing against him in deliberate, teasing circles. Her claws traced gentle patterns on his skin, and she leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear.
"You're so cute when you're flustered," she whispered, her voice low and husky. She licked her lips, her gaze filled with pure, unrestrained desire. "I could do this all day."
Kent's face turned bright red, and he opened his mouth to respond, but before either of them could say another word, the door to the bedroom swung open.
"Boss!" Raize's voice cut through the intimate moment like a blade.
Colette froze, her head snapping toward the door with a glare that could have turned a lesser person to stone.
Raize, standing in the doorway with her usual composed expression, didn't even flinch. "Apologies for interrupting, but we have an urgent situation that requires your attention."
Colette growled softly, her wings flaring slightly in irritation. "This had better be good, Raize."
"It is," Raize replied simply, her tone calm. "The meeting's already started, and they're waiting for you."
Colette sighed, her frustration evident as she reluctantly pulled away from Kent. "Fine. Give me five minutes."
Raize nodded, stepping back and closing the door behind her.
Colette turned her attention back to Kent, her expression softening. "Sorry, darling," she murmured, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Duty calls."
Kent managed a small smile, though his face was still flushed. "It's okay. You should go."
She grinned, pressing another kiss to his cheek. Then another. And another. She peppered his face with kisses, refusing to stop until his embarrassment was back in full bloom.
"You're too much," Kent muttered, his voice tinged with exasperation and affection.
"And you love it," Colette replied, giving him one last lingering kiss on the lips before standing.
She began to get dressed, her movements slow and deliberate, knowing full well that Kent was watching her. Once she was fully clothed in her dark blue kimono, she turned back to him, her sharp blue eyes gleaming with affection.
"Rest up, Kent. I'll be back later," she said, her smirk returning. "And when I am… we'll pick up where we left off."
With that, she strode out of the room, her tail swishing behind her as she went to handle whatever crisis awaited her. Despite her annoyance at being interrupted, her thoughts lingered on Kent, already eager to return to his side.