Adventure King (R-18)

Belle and I strolled into the Tailor's, a bag of coins jingling at my side. A small amount compared the 1000 gold that I had in my inventory. 

Ameliah came up to greet us, her D cup breasts accentuated by the curves of her well fitted dress.

"I want to get both of us fitted. Give me the best looking ones you have, and don't worry about cost. "

From our experience last time I doubt she'd have expected to see me as customer, let alone as a big spender. Seeing the skepticism in her eyes, I opened my bag enough to expose the solid gold coins hiding inside, seeing the realization flash upon her face. 

She sent multiple employees to the back, bringing out cloth and fabric of all kind as well as already made clothes. Most were too plain for my taste, I wanted at least one set that wouldn't put me to shame next to the Marcets. 

I needed to make a public debut in the capital soon, something we were planning for next month. It would be a good chance to associate with royalty, and to formalize my status as a mage. Something that brought its own perks, such as being considered a form of nobility, and granted me access to the royal magic academy. Given that most students enrolled there had not yet manifested magic of some kind, they would embarass themselves if actual mages weren't allowed entrance. 

Ameliah, finally brought some materials that looked monster in origin. Exotic colors and finely embroidered. I ended up settling for a muted green colored material for a jacket, arachne silk apparently. On closer inspection the fabric seemed faintly irridescent like oil on water. The color was especially striking when Ameliah paired it with a traditional white undershirt, one that was fine enough to find nobles wearing, and had frills coming out the neck. A style popular in the capital. 

Paying 4 gold coins for the entirety of it, and handing it back to Ameliah so that she could fit it more properly for me overnight. Turning my attention to Belle now that my part was done. In fact most of my intention today had been to dress her and put in some custom dress orders. Taking Ameliah aside and discussing it in secret, surprisingly enough she had some very interesting ideas of her own. 

I wanted several dresses for Belle, each more elaborate than the last, and each somewhat on the revealing side. The other items I ended up getting had a more special meaning... leaving those as a surprise for Belle. I had heard good things about this Ameliah from Cal, not only was she a tiger in bed she was good at making custom orders to accomodate special purposes and tastes, and so far she did not dissapoint. Finishing my order before calling over Belle. 

Ameliah walked over with me, eyeing me as if to ask if this was really okay, to which I just smiled. 

"We're going to take your measurements for the dresses." Ameliah said. 

Belle's ears perked up at hearing this. 

"Dresses? Master you're buying Belle a dress?" Her cat's tail wagging like a dog from the unexpected affection. 

Ameliah took out a measurement tape, but not starting yet as she looked expectantly at me. 

"Belle your clothes are in way. The nice lady needs to take your measurements."

Belle looked over to the private fitting rooms next to us, starting to wander over before I corrected her. 

"Where are you going?" I asked, enjoying her confusion as she pointed to the rooms. 

"Belle was going to get changed in there master." 

"There's no need to do that Belle, Ameliah can measure you out here. Isn't that right?" I was no exhibitionist, but that only extended as far as myself. For Belle, she didn't need things like shame. 

The middle-aged owner of the tailoring shop nodding her head in assent, the curls of her hair bobbing. While she smiled a little bit.

"That's right, there's no issue measuring you here." Looking around, only employees were here, most of them women. Perhaps because Belle was a beastkin slave, none of them were particularly shocked by the bullying Ameliah and I were doing. 

Belle seemed reluctant, clearly embarrassed, but even so she began stripping off her dress in plain view of everyone present. 

Ameliah started measuring once Belle was entirely naked, who was still trying the best she could to cover up. Holding one arm over her breasts and her other hand over her privates.  Soon Ameliah moved to Belle's breasts, finding her hands in the way. 

"Arms up" Ameliah told her, while Belle complied. Her entire figure exposed before us. Walking around inspecting her, while Belle trembled from the attention. 

Such treatment was the norm for beastkin slaves, but Belle was raised as my personal slave almost from birth, she was relatively young and had no memory of being kept and sold. From a certain perspective she was fairly sheltered.

"You have such nice breasts, I'm even jealous. " Ameliah said. Circling around all-the-while running her hand along Belle's smooth skin, stopping in front with her hand on Belle's nipple, feeling it between her fingers. 

"You treat her very well" She said, now addressing me. "Not a mark or bruise on her."

It's true that beastkin had no rights here, the males were impossible to keep given their stature and untameable nature, if they were kept at all it was only as fodder for fighting pits, but the women were meeker and treated like something of an exotic pet. A favored pastime of nobles and the wealthy alike. 

Beating or killing slaves as you wanted never appealed to me. Although I didn't consider myself soft I did feel something of a guttural abhorration to the act, reminded somewhat of my special affliction, the memories that plagued me from time to time. 

Ameliah was now having a bit of fun, done with measurements as far as I could tell. She certainly hadn't spent this much time taking my measurements. 

Leading Belle over to a counter, and placing her arms in front of her on the surface and putting her into embarrassing poses. Bending her over and spreading her legs, even holding her tail up so that her pussy was completely exposed to the entire shop. 

Belle was trembling in embarrassment but she was also apparently very aroused, love juices running down her legs and dripping onto the wooden floor for all of us to see. I had always thought Belle something unusual for this aspect of her personality, but apparently after talking with Ameliah all beastkin girls shared this trait. They were very easy to go into heat and could feel pleasure even from abuse. Generating an unnatural amount of juices compared to human women. 

I decided this was enough fun for the day, the novelty of such a play wearing off on me as I now just wanted to wrap things up. Bidding Ameliah to hurry things up, to which she complied professionally. Bringing out a few pre-made dresses that fit to my taste. 

Belle soon found herself dressed up like a doll, made to wear the various outfits. Donning a frilly white dress like a noble woman might wear, a tight fitting blue silk dress, a two-piece outfit and skirt that left her midriff exposed, and various others. There would need to be alterations made of course, to accommodate Belle's tail, but these all looked fantastic on her. 

We would need to pick up the clothes at the end of the week, to allow time for the customization, and special orders, but we did leave with something. Pairs of elaborate silk strips of various colors. I chose one pair, vibrant pink, and tied one in a bowtie around the end of Belle's tail, fashioning a second one in her hair next to her right ear. 

Returning back to our old clothes before we set out to do more shopping, Belle clinging onto my arm like a lover. Afraid that I would subject her again to such embarrassment if she ever let go.