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"Thank you human." She nods.
I nod in return, not quite sure what to say. Still incredibly confused by the whole situation.
She looks down at my sweats again.
"That is where the human male appendage lies, am I correct?" She asks...
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She looks at me like I'm a 5 course meal and I might quickly grow addicted to her lustful attention. It's day two and it's time to find clothes for Dhalia.
We began at a restaurant after she finished sucking the soul out of me. Fucking hell I had never felt anything so amazing in my life, this sinful siren made me see stars in the daylight. I chose my favorite Italian restaurant and we ordered 5 different plates upon request so she could try all different kinds of food. Between her tumultuous introduction to a fork, the pasta sauce stains on her lips, and the calamari fiasco (she was absolutely appalled to see her friends battered and fried on a plate) we had an eventful evening to say the least.
On Tuesday I took her to a mall in the city. Shopping with Dhalia...Now that's an experience that will have you on the brink of a heart attack.
We walked into the building and she marveled at all the people walking around with shopping bags. It was relatively empty since it was 11 on a Tuesday, but she still thought it was busy and crowded. I guess when you have an entire ocean to explore, malls could feel suffocating. Normally I hate shopping, but she needed clothes that were her own because my mother's clothes were tight on her in places that was driving her crazy.
"I'm used to living in my skin, Dylan. Not this human cloth," she said with a scowl on her face as she wrestled off her shirt before bed the night before. I had to bite back a laugh at her wording, loving the strange way she talks, almost like an alien in a gorgeous human disguise.
So I watched as her eyes lit up at the bright colors and she runs her hands over the fabric. She picks up some silky material and rubs it between her fingers before pulling it up to her face and rubbing the cloth against her cheek. I watched with a smile on my face as she continued to do this with every article of clothing that caught her eye.
Over the next half hour Dhalia has accumulated a pile of clothing, all of which I proudly carry because I would do damn near anything to be next to her. I don't shop; I usually hate shopping because public areas in general give me anxiety and I find things I like online perfectly fine. But Dhalia has me following her around like some kind of royal subject and I'm obsessed with watching her and imagining every filthy thing she did to me earlier that I don't notice the time passing.
Finally it's time for her to try them on and at first I go with her to the dressing area intending to sit at the designated boyfriend spot (the idea of being hers in that way made my heart rate skyrocket). But she catches me by surprise when she pulls me into the room with her.
I'm regarding her with an shocked expression on my face. I know I've seen her naked multiple times (a fact that my overactive mind doesn't fail to remind me of constantly) but I expected her to want some kind of privacy at some point.
But then I realize her true intention when she holds up the first dress in her hands, lifting it with a befuddled expression on her face.
