Pleased with that plan, I hurried through my chore so that I could go back to my Coral. Just as I was about to head downstairs, I caught my reflection in her mirror.
Fuck, I do look mighty fine!
I struck a couple of poses, admiring the ridges of my cock and how my inner fire glowed between some of the creases on demand. Thinking how insane with pleasure it would make my woman had me stiffening in seconds.
But she’s annoyed with my nudity.
I instantly balked at the thought of covering up. How was I to properly entice her without flaunting all that I had to offer?
You’re more than just a hot body.
True. I was far more. In fact, I was everything she didn’t even know she wanted or needed. It struck me then that I was approaching this all wrong. She didn’t understand what I was. Therefore, my bluntness distressed her. Her emotions clearly indicated that she needed to be cheered up before we could engage in a more rational conversation that would eventuallyhelp lower her infuriating barriers. Stepping all over her boundaries by strutting back into her workshop with my overly eager cock on full display wouldn’t earn me any favors.
I rummaged through her wardrobe and drawers, careful to put everything back exactly in its place—although I did realign a few things that weren’t perfectly positioned. Her slender frame didn’t agree with my much more muscular stature when it came to clothing apparels. I loved everything in her closet, which I already pictured how perfectly they would hug the scrumptious curves of her body. And that butt of hers…!
My mouth watered just reminiscing about how perfectly round and perky it had felt beneath my palm when I checked how much she had bruised it with that absurd fall. I still wanted to roll my eyes at the thought of her trying to run away from me.
After a bit more rummaging, I finally found the perfect outfit. Beyond the fact that it was the only thing that fit, it looked so ridiculous on me that it would undoubtedly provide the result I was aiming for.
I made my way back downstairs, barefoot and shirtless. The strangest thrill coursed down my spine as I knocked on the door and then swiftly opened to prevent her from sending me away before she saw me.
Right on cue, she jerked her head towards the door with an angry expression.
“I said go a… What the fuck?!” she exclaimed upon taking in my appearance.
It took every ounce of my willpower not to burst out laughing. Still, I couldn’t help a smug smile when her anger gave way to shock before she started giggling. The unpleasant taint of her previous emotions faded, bringing back the delightful taste I was already becoming addicted to.
“What the hell are you wearing?” Coral asked with disbelief, still chuckling.
“You said I needed to put some clothes on. So I did. Notexactly my aesthetic, but it fits reasonably well, does it not?” I asked, batting my eyelashes before striking a pose, pivoting to give her a 360 view, and then striking a final pose.
She chuckled again. Fuck, I wanted to feast on those emotions. But as feeding made my eyes glow, I didn’t want to break this fragile truce by being too greedy.
“Right, but this? A pink tutu on a muscular sex demon is beyond silly,” she replied in a gently chastising tone.
“But it made you laugh,” I said matter-of-factly. “Your happy emotions are pleasant and much nicer than what you were broadcasting earlier.”
Her smile instantly vanished, and she glared at me, her resentment rearing its ugly head again.
“Then you shouldn’t have taken a massive shit on my work,” she snapped, folding her arms angrily over her chest.
“I didn’t shit on your work,” I said firmly. “Didn’t I state that the concept was brilliant? Because it absolutely is, so is the creativity. But the execution is lacking. I apologize if my wording offended you. I am used to being blunt, not necessarily diplomatic. Here, let me show you.”
Coral scrunched her face, seeming unsure as to whether she was willing to forgive me just yet. However, she seemed somewhat mollified but the sincerity in my voice. She rose from her work desk where she had apparently been ordering materials. I gestured for her to approach as I hovered over the central table where many of the mostly completed miniature buildings were sitting.
“The wallpaper in that living area is stunning. But you can see over there that it isn’t straight. It has to be redone as the wall decorations that you placed, especially those paintings, really highlight the flaws,” I explained in as kind a tone as I could muster. “The scale of this couch is deceptively perfect in the context of this room. But when you look at the adjacent one on the other side of the partition wall, you can see the significantdiscrepancy. The living room seems to house a giant while the study seems to be home to a dwarf. Consistency is a must.”
Coral’s shoulders slouched. “I know. That couch is part of my long list of things to fix and redo.”
I gave her an approving smile. “Good. There are few tricks I will gladly share with you that can help expedite the process.”
I then pointed to the dining room of the haunted mansion.
“This table is a beautiful design, perfect scale, and fully appropriate for the setting and era. However, all I see is that… chair at the head of the table.”
I barely caught myself before I would have saidhorrendouschair instead. That would have completely defeated my reconciliation efforts.
I picked up the chair, grabbed a filing nail, then began to sand down the excess of material that kept the legs uneven, with one of them slightly thicker than the other three. Once done, I put it back inside the open-faced miniature house then glanced at her.
