Belles - A Vertex Story

”Hu hough hive heen hin-hin”
“What was that, dear?”
Craig stopped his licking.
“I said ‘you know I’ve been thinking’, honey”
“Oh, you know so have I! I had the weirdest dream last night”
“A dream?”
“Yeah”
“Was I in it?”
“No, no, it was, like, I was walking around in this cave, and there were all these Werebats, and I was like, how come they sleep with their heads pointing down, and then I thought hey, maybe they do that so their breasts down sag, because the gravity pulls them ‘up’, technically, when they’re facing that way, so when they turn the right way up…”
Farai’s voice trailed off when she looked down to her crotch and saw Craig’s quizzical look.
“Ahh, anyway what was it that you had been thinking about sugarplum?” she asked, petting his hair.
“I’ve just been wondering if eating all that sugary cereal for breakfast is good for you…”
“Hm? Whatever do you mean by that honeybunny?”
“Well it’s just that I think your thighs have gotten a little… softer?”
“Oh, thank you! Rub your face on them a little if you like it!”
“No, I mean, sure, but, I mean, you know all those tarts and things you eat at tea-time…”
“Delicious, right?”
“So I was wondering if you might want to, well, not go on a diet or anything, but, maybe exercise a little more…”
Farai’s hand stopped petting him and her ears twitched.
“Are you saying I’m gaining weight?”
“A little, yeah”
“Am I getting fat?”
“No, not fat, but you are getting a lot cuddlier than you used to be…”
Farai pouted.
“We could get you some running shoes” Craig suggested, rubbing his cheek against the aforementioned thigh.
“Hmm”
“You know I don’t mind shopping for shoes with you” he added.
“Mmhmm”
“Besides it’ll be great to see you jiggle when you run”
“Hmph!”
Craig resumed his licking and Farai leaned back, looking up at the ceiling.
“Alright Mr. Silver-tongue, we’ll…”
The phone began ringing, and it was just out of reach.
“Eugh, be a good boy and bring my phone here, won’t you?”
Craig got up, his knees a little stiff from the kneeling and walked over to the kitchen counter to pick up Farai’s phone. The caller was listed as “Belles”. He had no idea who that was.
“Here” he said, handing it over and resuming his previous position. Farai stared at the screen, dumbfounded.
“Aren’t you going to answer?” he asked.
“Hm”
She answered.
“Yello?”
“…”
“….fine”
“…”
“Uh-huh”
“…”
“Yeah he’s here”
Craig got up and sat on the couch. Whoever Belles was they were asking about him?
“N-not really, no…”
“…”
“Okay. At five? Okay. See ya then”
Farai closed her phone.
“So?”
“Hm?”
“Who was that? You look all shaken up”
“Oh it was just Annabelle”
“Who?”
“My sister. She and Isabelle are coming over tonight. At five. For dinner. To meet you”
“Oh? You never talked about your sisters”
“Yeah, they, uhh…”
Farai was fidgeting. She pulled her bathrobes to cover her crotch, which Craig took as a serious sign.
She took a deep breath.
“There’s going to be a culture shock” she said, finally.
“Culture shock?”
“Yeah they, uhh, they’re used to… they think you’re my slave”
Craig arched a brow as best he could.
“Aren’t I?” he asked.
“Yeah but I mean, like, for real. Like, legally my property”
“That happens where you’re from?”
“Absolutely! It happens here too, actually. It’s, it’s uhh… it’s called being married, you know?”
Craig was about to chuckle but stopped when he saw how serious she looked.
“You’re not shitting me, are you?”
“No. My sisters are going to come over and they’re going to assume you and me are hitched”
Craig thought back on a number of dumb romantic comedies and understood the next logical course of action would be to fake being married until the meddlesome relatives were gone. That was the kind of hi-jinks he just didn’t feel up to, though.
“I think it’s obvious what we should do” he said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Hang on…”
Craig lowered himself down on one knee.
“Farai, will you marry me?”

There was a very long pause after Craig’s question. His mind, which had been completely blank when he followed his heart, slowly began to entertain the idea that he was making himself look silly kneeling in this robe, the pose leaving his crotch exposed. Maybe he should’ve prepared for this better. He didn’t even have a ring or anything. His eyes were starting to water under Farai’s unwavering stare and his ears and cheeks were beginning to feel hot as a blush crept up. Then her lips curved up into a broad smile, her ears twitched and she opened her robe, letting it fall to the ground. She squatted down and undid his belt, pushing the robe off of his shoulders, kissing him. That was probably a yes, right?
Farai pushed him down and fell on top of him. She giggled a little while pulling out the belt from his robes and tying his wrists together with it. Craig was content to passively let her lead him on while his crotch responded on his behalf.
“Sometimes I just feel like I could drown in you” he said.
“Hm?”
“Your scent. The way you feel. The way your eyes just keep going on and on like I’m staring into the sea at night…”
“Shut up!”
“No, I’m serious…”
“And I gave you an order, boy”
Craig bit his lip and rolled his eyes.
“And none of that mister!”
He shrugged.
“And no squirming!”
With his best efforts he wiggled his cock, slapping it against her thighs.
“You know just for that…”
Farai got up and took the belt from her bathrobe, tying his ankles together. She then brought his legs and arms behind his back and tied the two belts together.
“There! That’ll teach you to be smart with me!”
Craig smiled, trying not to giggle like a girl. Farai ran her fingers along his thighs and cupped his balls with one hand while twirling her hair around one finger.
“You know what? Just wait here a bit” she said, got up and strutted out of the living room. Craig sighed. He noted he could untie himself easily. If he was feeling particularly impish, he could do that and then surprise her with a sudden attack of the Tickle Monster… but maybe that wouldn’t fit the mood of the night. The solemn, serious mood of an engagement. That was a change, wasn’t it? A big change.
He heard her shuffling back.
“You know, if your sisters are coming don’t you think we should go get more stuff for din…”
“Quiet you!” she said and stepped on his chest with one foot, dropping a back on the floor next to him. Craig tried to eye it up to see what she’d brought.
“Eyes up here, mister!”
Craig stared up at her again, and she lowered herself so she was sitting on his chest, her legs spread wide around his head.
She reached for something in her bag and while she did so, Craig got to enjoy the proximity of her breasts. Her weight was kind of a problem though, with his arms and legs pinned under both their bodies.
“You’re kinda heavy, missus”
“Hm? Oh. Right. Sorry. I’m improvising here…”
She got up and put a blindfold on him. Then she undid the tied-together bathrobe belts and instead wrapped them around the legs of the living room table.
“There, that’s better…” she said, sitting on his chest again, this time facing away from his face. A splurting noise revealed she was holding a tube of something. That something turned out to be lube as she began to massage his penis.
“I have first-hand information that you’re plenty lubricated already…” Craig started but Farai lifted her rump up off of his chest and sat down on his face to keep him quiet.
“Not where you’re going I’m not” she said.
Craig was beginning to understand where she was going with this.
Having satisfactorily lubricated him, Farai got up and let him breathe again, squirting more lube over her buttocks and spreading it to the appropriate area with her fingers.
This was new. They hadn’t tried it before.
“Now then dear slave-husband-to-be, you are hereby cordially invited to fuck my ass” Farai said with a mad grin, and fell on top of his cock ass-first, with uncanny accuracy.