Transmigrated Into A Women Dominated World

The door sealed behind Zaeryn, and a narrow band of crimson light travelled around its frame as the room’s privacy field activated.

Marceline continued looking at him for several seconds before extending the glass in her hand toward him.

"Hold this for me."

Zaeryn accepted it, although his attention remained upon her. She looked ravishing. In all fairness, when did she not look ravishing?

"You invited me here to carry your drink?"

Marceline grinned mischievously, "No. I invited you because you were disappointed that you would miss my showing."

His gaze moved toward the loose robe wrapped around her body, and he finally noticed that she had changed since leaving him in the atrium. The robe was still dark crimson, but this one was made from a thinner material that followed the shape of her body whenever she moved.

"Marcie," he said slowly.

"You asked me for a private showing, Zae." Marceline reached for the knot resting against her waist. "Since you will be in the Capital when the collection is presented, I decided to give you an early one."

She pulled the knot loose.

The robe opened immediately, revealing a narrow strip of dark fabric running down the centre of her body. Marceline allowed him one brief glimpse before sliding the robe from her shoulders and letting it fall around her feet.

Zaeryn stopped pretending that he was interested in anything except her.

Beneath the robe, Marceline wore what appeared to be an elaborate lingerie bodysuit made from black adaptive silk. Two narrow sections of fabric curved over her breasts before joining in a slender panel that travelled down the centre of her abdomen, leaving her waist and most of her sides exposed. The panel widened again below her stomach to form the lower portion of the bodysuit, which sat high above her hips and left the long curves of her thighs completely bare.

Slender metallic bands extended from the silk and fastened around either hip, securing the bodysuit against her body, while additional bands crossed her mostly bare back. Threads of deep emerald light moved slowly through the black material whenever she breathed, outlining the shape of her breasts and travelling down the central panel in gentle pulses. It was unmistakably lingerie, although the responsive fabric and illuminated seams made it considerably more sophisticated than anything Zaeryn had seen before.

Marceline stood before him without the slightest trace of shyness.

Her dark hair rested over one shoulder, leaving most of her chest exposed, and her green eyes remained fixed upon his face while she waited for his reaction.

"Well?" she asked.

Zaeryn looked over her again before answering. "Are you planning to wear that during the showing?"

"The models will wear it. I only needed to make certain the design behaved properly on an actual body."

"Good."

The answer brought a slow smile to her face. "You disapprove of other people seeing me in it?"

"I think showing it to me privately was an excellent decision."

"I thought you might."

Marceline stepped out of the robe gathered around her feet and approached him. She removed the glass from his hand, took one unhurried drink and placed it upon the table beside the bed.

"Sit down," she told him.

Zaeryn looked from her to the edge of the bed. "You appear to have arranged the entire evening."

"Of course darling, I promised you a proper send-off didn’t I? I assumed that constituted consent to the general arrangement."

He could not find anything unreasonable in that conclusion, particularly while she stood before him wearing something that appeared to have been designed specifically to destroy his ability to argue.

Zaeryn moved to the bed and sat upon its edge.

Marceline followed and stopped between his knees. Standing this close placed the glowing material directly before him, along with considerably more of her body than it concealed. Zaeryn rested his hands against her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his palms and the faint vibration of the adaptive threads woven through the garment.

Marceline glanced down at his hands.

"Do you like the material?" she asked.

"I have not decided yet."

"No?"

"I may need considerably more time to examine it."

Her smile deepened as she placed both hands upon his shoulders and moved closer, allowing his palms to travel around the generous curve of her hips.

"Fortunately," she murmured, "I have reserved the entire night for your inspection."

She lowered herself onto his thighs, settling astride him as naturally as she had occupied his lap downstairs. Zaeryn’s arms closed around her waist while Marceline leaned forward, her lips brushing his without giving him the kiss immediately.

"You may touch anything you need to," she whispered. "I would value a thorough opinion."

Zaeryn looked into her green eyes.

"I would hate to give you incomplete feedback."

"I knew I could depend upon you."

This time, when Marceline kissed him, she made no attempt to keep the encounter slow or restrained.

This was beginning to feel considerably less like Marceline giving him a private showing of her boutique’s newest collection and considerably more like her using it as an excuse to have him exactly where she wanted him.

Zaeryn did not object to the deception.

Marceline’s mouth moved against his with unrestrained hunger, while one hand remained buried within his hair and the other slid beneath the lower edge of his shirt. Her fingertips moved slowly across the bare skin of his waist, and the deliberate contrast between her cool touch and the growing heat of the kiss sent a shiver through him.

His own hands continued their promised inspection, travelling from the narrow curve of her waist to the generous shape of her hips. The adaptive silk felt impossibly smooth beneath his palms, but the material changed whenever he touched it. It warmed against his fingers, tightening itself around Marceline’s body as though it wanted to ensure that he felt every curve beneath it.

The emerald threads woven through the garment had begun glowing more brightly as well. Their earlier, leisurely movement had accelerated into quick pulses that travelled across her body in time with her breathing.

Zaeryn noticed the change when Marceline shifted closer upon his thighs.

He broke the kiss just enough to look down between them. "Is the garment supposed to be doing that?"

Marceline followed his attention toward the moving light. "It responds to the wearer’s temperature."

Zaeryn lowered his mouth to the upper curve of her breast and traced one of the nipples with his tongue. The emerald light immediately brightened beneath his lips, pulsing rapidly enough to become impossible to ignore.

"It is really distracting," he murmured.

"Then perhaps I should remove the distraction."

Marceline rose from his lap and remained standing between his knees. Without taking her eyes from him, she pressed two fingers against the metallic band resting over her right hip. Both bands released with a quiet click, and the emerald threads gradually faded as the adaptive silk stopped clinging tightly to her body.

Once the garment loosened around her chest and waist, Marceline caught its upper edge with both hands and slowly drew it downward, peeling the black silk away from her breasts before guiding it over the generous curve of her hips. The garment slipped down the length of her thighs and gathered around her ankles, allowing her to step out of it and push it aside with one foot.

She stepped towards him, this time she was completely naked.

Zaeryn reached out, his hand sliding up the inside of her thigh. Her skin was warm, smooth, and slightly damp from the heat of the room. He didn’t rush. His palm cupped the soft flesh above her knee before gliding higher, his fingers parting her thighs as she shifted her weight slightly to give him access.

When his fingers found her pussy, she was already dripping wet. The slick moisture coated his knuckles immediately, a thick, warm friction as he slid two fingers between her swollen lips. The faint, wet sloshing sound filled the quiet space between them, sharp against the low, steady hum of the door’s privacy seal.

Marceline’s head tilted back slightly. Her breath hitched in her throat, a sharp, involuntary sound that broke her calm composure. Her hands found his shoulders, her nails digging lightly through the fabric of his shirt to anchor herself.

"Zaeryn..." Her voice was thick, dropped an octave from its usual smooth cadence, stripped of its performance.

He circled her clit with his thumb, pressing firmly while his fingers moved inside her, working a steady, deliberate rhythm. A thin trail of her juices ran down the back of his hand, dripping toward his wrist. She didn’t move away. Instead, she pressed forward against his hand, her hips subtly meeting each thrust of his fingers.

Stop," she ordered, her voice ragged but entirely commanding. She didn’t wait for him to move. Stepping closer, she swung one leg over his knees and sank down onto his lap, settling astride his thighs.

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