The Venture Bros, Dr Girlfriend/Monarch, new costumes
The Monarch sighed, then squinted a little at the three-way mirror, spinning a little and holding his arms out as he looked over his shoulder. “I don’t know, you don’t think it makes me look... gay or anything, do you? I mean, I know you said you don’t, but you’re sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Queen Etheria -- now Dr Girlfriend, for lack of a better or more butterfly-oriented name -- answered, mildly exasperated. “You look great, the cape didn’t work right with the theme. I’m telling you, so much better.” She rubbed a little at her temple, feeling a slight headache coming on.
“I just... I like it, honey, but I’m worried that I don’t look intimidating enough!” he said, holding his hands out. “Your craftsmanship is impeccable, but is the look just too much? I don’t want guys laughing at me because it’s overwhelming or something.”
“Oh, this is ridiculous,” Dr Girlfriend huffed, turning around to leave. “Call me when you’re done nitpicking, I’ll be somewhere doing anything other than this.”
“Wait, honey!” The Monarch said loudly, catching her by the wrist. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I like it, you did a good job with my outfit.” So maybe the crown was a little much right now, he’d get used to it. Softening his voice, he pulled her against him. “I like your new costume too. Does uh... does that coat unbutton all the way down?” he added, voice dropping a little.
“Yeah,” she replied petulantly, still a little irritated, her arms crossed despite the way he was holding her.
“Oh. And um, I guess you have something on underneath...”
Dr Girlfriend couldn’t help but to smirk, almost imperceptibly, only the corners of her mouth barely turning up. “Nah.”
“N - nothing?” he stuttered.
“Nothing,” she repeated, eyes sparkling darkly, sliding her hands down his arms to lace their fingers together. The Monarch was silent for a moment, mouth slightly agape, then abruptly pushed her toward the bed, simultaneously tilting down to press his mouth hard against hers. Dr Girlfriend made a loud encouraging noise and started pulling roughly at the spandex of his unitard as his fingers scrabbled at her buttons, popping the last two in his desperation for her.
By the time they hit the bed, she was naked except for her hat and gloves and boots, and his costume was around his knees, the wings dragging against the ground. Dr Girlfriend fell backward once her legs reached the edge of the mattress, and The Monarch grabbed her by the hips, pushing her legs up and over his shoulders, kneeling on the edge of the bed. Leaning forward to kiss her again, he reached down and pushed his cock into her, and she bit down on his lip, groaning as he folded her in half, her knees next to her ears.
“God... Monarch,” she moaned when he started thrusting, her arms stretching to grab at his hips, pulling him more into her. He mumbled her name, leaning to kiss the side of her neck, running his tongue repeatedly over her neck as her fingers clawed at his pelvis. He shifted a little, angling himself differently inside her, and Dr Girlfriend choked for a moment before swearing loudly.
She only made it for another few thrusts on the new angle, then her eyes shut tightly and she called out his name, his real name, shuddering just enough to make her breasts jiggle lightly. The feeling of her muscles fluttering around his cock sent The Monarch over the edge as well, and he groaned into her neck, fingers curling into the bed. He sagged against her for a moment afterward, and she moved her hands up, gently stroking at the back of his neck and head, through the cowl.
Finally, The Monarch sighed and opened his eyes to look down at her. “So... got any more ideas for new costumes?”