'Kinky S*x Dungeon' Reviewer in a Fantasy world (18+) BDSM-Chapter 22: Velvet 3.2

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"Time to strip," she announced, her tone brisk yet teasing as she produced two bundles of black fabric from a nearby chest.

She handed one to Virael, the other to Liora, unfolding them to reveal the costumes: sleek latex stockings that reached halfway up the thighs, glossy and smooth, paired with matching gloves that stretched to the upper arms.

Virael held hers up, the material catching the light with a faint sheen, and frowned slightly.

"Where's the rest?" she asked, her voice tinged with dry skepticism.

Seraphine grinned, leaning in close enough that Virael could smell the faint spice of her perfume.

"That's it, darling," she said, her eyes dancing.

"This is all you'll need."

Leraphine stepped forward then, her hands holding two latex masks—black, featureless save for openings for the mouth and nose holes, their surfaces slick and faintly reflective.

"And these," she added, her tone even but carrying a weight that made Liora's ears twitch.

"You'll wear them on your faces."

The sisters moved to assist, their hands deft and practiced.

Seraphine knelt before Liora, sliding the stockings up her legs—her petite thighs hugged tightly by the latex, the glossy black accentuating their soft curves.

She smoothed them into place, her fingers lingering just a moment too long, then fitted the gloves, pulling them up to Liora's upper arms until they fit like a second skin, her tail flicking nervously above them.

Leraphine helped with Virael, her touch cooler, more precise—sliding the stockings over Virael's toned legs, the latex molding to her muscles, then slipping the gloves onto her arms, their edges resting just below her shoulders.

The material clung perfectly, warm and restrictive, amplifying every movement with a faint creak.

Their hair came next.

Seraphine gathered Liora's chestnut locks, tying them into a high ponytail that spilled down her back, threading it through a small slit in the mask designed for her cat-like ears, which poked through with a slight wiggle.

Leraphine did the same for Virael, her fingers brushing the base of her horns as she pulled her dark hair into a tight ponytail, arranging it through the mask's opening with care to accommodate her spiraled protrusions.

The sisters worked in tandem, their movements a silent choreography, until only the masks remained.

Virael and Liora turned to face each other one last time, the room's dim light casting them in stark relief against the crimson walls.

Liora's petite frame looked striking in the latex—her stockings and gloves accentuating her slender legs and arms, her tail swaying above the glossy black, her ears perked with excitement.

Her face glowed with a mix of nerves and joy, her lips parted in a small, eager smile, her eyes wide and shining.

Virael's lean, toned body was equally captivating—her latex clinging to her strong thighs and arms, her horns rising proud, her skin faintly flushed from the warmth of the material.

She met Liora's gaze, her own expression calm but softened by a flicker of recognition—they looked sexy, powerful in their vulnerability, bound by the shared moment.

The sisters hovered behind them, masks in hand, waiting.

Virael gave Liora a single, measured nod—her signal of readiness, a quiet affirmation.

Liora nodded back, her smile widening, and with that, Seraphine and Leraphine moved as one.

The latex masks descended, cool and smooth against their skin, sliding over their faces with a faint stretch.

The world narrowed—openings framing their mouths, the material hugging their features, blinded, muffling sound and sharpening focus.

Virael's horns protruded through their slits, Liora's ears twitched atop hers, and their ponytails flowed free, a cascade of hair against the black.