Page 48 of Beyond the Faerie Gate

“See, completely protected.”

She frowns, sniffs it, and then seems to relax. Her hand leaves my arm as she runs her fingers along the fabric, marvelling at it.

My hat is the best. The most red. Of course she wants to admire it.

I beam, because this courting is progressing perfectly. She’s accepted my hat already.

I’ll tell my troop to organise our mating ceremony for tomorrow afternoon. They all doubted I could do it, but nothing stops a redcap on a mission.

Oh. She’ll need clothes to mate me. I can’t have my troop seeing her pretty breasts.

Actually, maybe they shouldn’t see her at all. They’ll want her for themselves. Aha! I’ll pluck out their eyes before the ceremony starts. They can witness with their ears.

That silly voice that I like to ignore—the one my mother called common sense—tries to tell me my pet might not know what wearing a redcap’s hat means. I dismiss it with a sigh. Nothing good ever came of listening to that voice.

Instead, I blink into the room I set up for her, grab the prettiest dress from the rail of pretty dresses and blink back, holding it out to her like a prize.

“Here! You can wear this. Oh, I forgot underwear. I’ll be right back.”

When I present the black lace to her, her cheeks turn an endearing shade of pink and, she snatches them away from me.

Ohh, she must like them.

“I’ve got more!” I announce. “I’ll go and get them.”

Her hand returns to my arm, and I stop mid blink, holding myself in place.

“I only need one set.”

“Okay.”

She isn’t putting them on. Is something wrong with them? Does she not know how to wear them?

“Do you want help dressing?”

She shakes her head so fast my poor cap almost goes flying.

“Privacy?” she squeaks.

“No one will come in. I promised to slaughter them if they disturbed us.”

For some reason, that news doesn’t seem to please her.

“No. I’d like to dress… alone.”

Ooh, she put a little bit of steel into her command then, and my dick goes rock hard. Can I come just from hearing her order me around? Usually, I prefer to give the orders, but maybe it could be hot letting her have her way with me.

“Say that again?” I beg.

“I’d like to dress alone?”

The steel is gone, replaced by confusion, and I pout, slumping in disappointment.

Just as I figure out what she’s said, a knock sounds on the door.

I blink to it, knife out, only to find it’s Kitarni.

“Did you bring the flowers?” I demand.

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