Chapter 15
Lucifer
I let Nelly kick me out of his place, because I was secure in the knowledge that I’d won a well-played game.
Some liked to call me not just a devil but the Devil, and my finest magic had only ever been truth.
Also prevarication. Occasionally, the slight omission of facts not subjectively relevant to any given situation. And I had great hair.
The reality was that I had not lied to Nelly about him owing me. It made me smile just remembering that evening a year ago when he had banged on my door in the middle of the night.
I had opened it for him—not at all rushing to do so like Trony had insinuated—and I had looked fabulous.
He had not. He’d looked flustered, like he normally did when he was running around the city, doing police-y and necromancy stuff. I knew he frequently ended up fluid drenched in the process, but the worst I was able to detect that night was some poodle drool on his tattered windbreaker.
That night a year ago, when I had been in a forgiving mood, when I would have willingly given him my cock to suck right there on the threshold of my home, his deep brown hair had looked wild as always, and his golden eyes had seemed dulled in their brightness by lack of sleep.
He could have rested in my bed afterward.
Even so, he’d not gone to his knees on the doormat to beg for the honor of sucking me off.
No, what he had wanted from me was even better, at least in hindsight.
Nelly had asked me for a favor.
I sauntered down the uneven stairs of his apartment building, recalling how sweet he had looked saying the words “Do me a favor.”
Would he look as sweet when his lips finally stretched around my cock or when he came for me? I hoped to find out soon.
“I did him a favor,” I said as I got to the first floor of his building. “The sweetest offering, and now he will be mine.”
One of the very first things I would have to do with him—after finally doing everything I’d dreamed of doing when I followed him and watched him—was to teach him about contracts of the magical kind.
After all, when he’d asked for a favor from me and when I agreed, we had been bound by magic far older and stronger than any mortal magic user could easily break.
Certainly not this tempting necromancer who’d resisted me for years, to the point where the simple, quick night of pleasure I had considered when I’d dragged a de-animated zombie off his chest would no longer do.
Oh no. Lionel Hawkes had eluded me like a unicorn, and now that I had him, I’d take my time with him, pick him apart bit by bit, and watch him come together anew under me. Metaphorically speaking. Probably.
After I had done all of that to my unicorn, I could teach him about binding magic…or not. As I pushed the door open, I wondered how much he really needed to know when he’d have me close to watch over him and make sure he didn’t run into any other gods.
Yes, I would take excellent care of him. My mouth watered as I imagined it.
Outside his building, the morning sun blinded me. I put on my shades and started whistling.
Nelly lived in one of Brunswick’s former industrial complexes, which had been urbanized a decade or so ago.
The city had made a point of adding green areas, and large concrete containers bloomed with colorful flowers that attracted honeybees, bumblebees, butterflies, and every other insect that liked nectar.
I thought Tiamat might enjoy something similar in my garden, so I pulled out my phone and texted Trony to pick up whatever plants would get me a buzzing bee concert.
The angel responded quickly.
You start juicing and caring for bees all in one morning? Did you at least get the necromancer?
Keep your judgment to yourself. And no, I did not sling Nelly over my shoulder.
I had kind of hoped he’d try taking advantage of me and drag me to his bed to try out this boyfriend thing—a term he hadn’t objected to. But he was obstinate.
Pick me up some more books as well. Something where the hero has to put his lover in chains so they get it through their head they’re in love. You know what I like.
??I can’t believe you’re sending me to buy produce, flowers, and kinky romance novels.
And a juicer!
Careful your necromancer doesn’t juice you. Necromancers like collecting the blood of their enemies.
I am not his enemy. I’m his boyfriend now.
Is that what you wasted your favor on? Fine. Forget I asked. Produce, flowers, kinky romance novels it is.
Juicer!
Trony was good, but sometimes, I did worry about her focus. And her attitude, but there was nothing I could do about that.
I walked past the buzzing, blooming plants to the nearest crossroads.
This one featured corner stores, but I needed to get going, so I seized the crossroads magic to teleport to the one near my house.
I didn’t need crossroads magic to teleport, but my mind was still occupied with thinking about Nelly, so this was just easier.
On the wave of teleportation magic, I appeared at my crossroads, protected by the extended property line and safe harbor in case I was ever viciously attacked. Today, one of the bees had followed me, and it buzzed off into the sun now, likely confused.
“Find flower juices here, you cute little thing. Though you won’t find anything as sweet as what I am about to savor.”
The bee would be happy though, I was sure. I’d laid out wards and spells to make the lack of houses around my property difficult for city planners and whoever might take objection to that slice of nature I had preserved in the heart of the city to notice.
The bee would be happy here, would maybe even find bee friends near the lake or my outdoor Jacuzzi. Perhaps it would even get to watch me with a pliable necromancer on my cock. What a lucky bee it would be.
I sighed and pulled my shades off. I was, of course, getting ahead of myself. Nelly would require some Taming of the Shrew methodology, unless he hit his head really hard during work, got amnesia—possibly for the second time—and I could tell him we’d been lovers for years.
Thinking back on it, I should have told him that when I first laid eyes on him, when I’d rescued him from underneath the de-animated zombie.
I would have made him mine much faster. I’d have him now, would be able to keep him to myself and watch thunderstorms from the tub in my glass-fronted bathroom while I had him, his moans louder than anything the heavens could produce.
Him in the tub had been one of my favorite fantasies ever since I’d found the stubborn necromancer.
Countless times I’d reimagined that meeting.
In the fantasy, instead of him being downright prickly, he’d looked up at me when I asked whether he needed CPR, and said, “No, but maybe I need a kiss. To remember who I am.”
I had kissed him, obviously, and from there we’d gone on an extremely sensual and R-rated journey to discover his name. It was such a nice fantasy, but I knew reality would be so much better.
The house’s front door had been spelled to open at Trony’s or my touch. As I walked inside, taking my shoes off at the door so as not to upset Trony, I made a mental note to tell her to also spell the door to open for Nelly later.
Trony had insisted, during the last remodel, that we go for mostly white and cream tones, and she’d tossed all the knickknacks I’d collected over the years, with prejudice.
She’d even gotten rid of my favorite chair, the one she liked calling my sex throne.
That was a little bit regrettable, as Nelly would have looked very good sitting in my lap while I sat on that chair, but what was done was done.
I’d have to find other places to get Nelly to sit on me.
Over the mantel hung one of the pieces Trony had commissioned from the mildly insolent artist who’d not seen my vision of getting Nelly to be mine.
The painting was beautiful despite that.
It showed a horned devil walking toward the onlooker, while to either side of him, both men and women danced in naked ecstasy.
When Trony had hung it, I’d immediately forgiven her for throwing out my stuff and the painter for his rudeness.
Maybe I could add a portrait of Nelly, coming undone in my arms. I licked my lips and dropped onto the couch to watch a rom-com or two until Trony got back, but in my head I replayed my favorite fantasy, where Nelly lost his memory after the zombie attack and came home with me.