Chapter 41
Lucifer
Nelly was adorable when he pouted and frowned and crossed his arms while trying his hardest not to let the car’s movements make his arousal even more obvious. Having him in the passenger seat was a lot better than the book bag and all its steamy contents.
“You don’t visit Chymical Street much, do you?” I asked when we stopped at an intersection, drumming my fingers against the wheel while I thought about whether to go straight home or take us on a little detour.
“Why would I? Too many people. Too many tourists.”
“Hmm, people. People can be fun if you get them in the right mood.” I decided to test his mood again. “About the investigating you wanted to do. Will you at least tell me whether it went as you hoped?”
His frown deepened, and he looked as if he were grinding his teeth. “Sure, thanks for asking.”
The light changed. On a whim, I went left. From her spot in the back, Soul growled low. She was a smart one, realizing this wasn’t the way home.
“Fine, don’t tell me who you were looking for or why you were asking the herbalist about a dead person.”
“I never said—you don’t know anything.”
There he was, lovely and petulant, but squirming next to me like the tender swan prince he was, about to accept this commoner into his trust. And into his bed, metaphorically speaking. My bed was far better suited for what I had planned for him. This was only foreplay.
“I know you liked the coffee I bought you, babe.”
“Oh, fuck you, Lucy. Where are we going? This isn’t the way to your mansion.”
I chuckled. “My mansion? Why, thank you for being so thoroughly impressed with the old place. Also, like I told you, it will be the other way around, and you will remember it.”
My sour-sweet necromancer rolled his eyes at me. They shimmered beautifully, very nearly enough to make me regret the detour.
“Not a compliment. So where are you taking me? If we’re going to some weird sex club, I swear I’ll report you.”
I smiled at him as I changed lanes. “Report me? What for?”
“Public indecency.”
He said it with a straight face too, and only when I started to chuckle did his cheeks color.
“I can do that for you. Should we just pull over somewhere and—”
“No! Just tell me where you’re taking me.”
I pointed even as I turned onto the lot of a nice organic market; one of Trony’s go-to places. “We’re out of apples.”
“You fucking kidding me?”
“No. We had some, then we ate them. Now we have no more, so I’ll buy some before Trony complains.”
“What happened to your emergency apples?”
My cock filled rapidly, and my nostrils flared. “Nelly, do you remember when we first went shopping together and I taught you how to buy fruit? Babe, you’re so sweet. Have you been buying apples like I taught you to ever since back then?”
“No! And I don’t—we didn’t—that’s not what I meant. You put words in my mouth. And besides, you could’ve done your shopping while I was busy back there talking to people.”
“And let you run around Chymical Street when you’re not familiar with the area? I wouldn’t do that. And I wouldn’t put words in your mouth when I can imagine so many better uses for it.”
He huffed and grumbled, and Soul growled at him from the back seat while I parked the car near the market’s entrance.
They had produce displayed out front—the seasonal things like pumpkins and corn and such.
There was a scarecrow too, made to look cute rather than intimidating, a lot like my necromancer.
“Let’s go buy your apples, Lucy,” Nelly said, and he was out of the car before I’d even turned off the engine. Soul barked after him.
“It’s fine. He’s in a hurry. Deep down, the swan prince knows he needs me. He can sense that I can take him to Nirvana in a way no one and nothing else ever could.”
Halfway to the scarecrow display, Nelly turned and called, “Are you coming or what?”
“Eager for it like a virgin in front of a monster cock.” I got out and opened the door for Soul.
Nelly grabbed one of those little shopping baskets they had right next to the carts. Carrying that toward the produce made him look like a darker, more argumentative Red Riding Hood. Soul and I followed at a leisurely pace, the poodle sniffing the air but otherwise keeping her focus on Nelly.
“Well?” Nelly crossed his arms in front of the display of heirloom apple varieties. The little basket slid all the way to his elbow, where it dangled.
I walked right up next to him, so close we were almost touching. “Hmm. I like the red ones.”
“So pick one. There are five fucking types of red apple here. Who even needs that many choices?”
Another shopper looked our way from the lettuces, frowning over his glasses. I imagined he was a courtier, glowering at me even as I worked hard to gain the swan prince’s sweet favor.
“Babe, I can’t decide such things by myself. Won’t you help me out?”
Nelly looked up at me, his untrimmed bangs obscuring my view of his eyes. “Help you out? You need my help fruit shopping?”
I leaned in until I could smell the mildly acidic scent of his necromancy. “As my boyfriend.”
“I’m not your—you know what? Fine. Let’s play. Red, you said?” He picked up one piece of fruit, eyed it, then took another from a different variety and put them in his little basket.
“Honestly, any type you’d enjoy bobbing for, Nelly.”
“Sure, silly games that get the floor wet.”
“You don’t have to worry about that. Trony knows the importance of very durable flooring. Things can get wet when we entertain.”
He snorted. “But my shoes are the problem.” He looked at a particularly nice specimen of fruit, but he’d never have been able to reach, so I got it for him and held it up right in front of his eyes. “Emergency apple for you?”
“You wanted to come here. I’m just trying to get this done fast.” He took the apple from me.
“That would be a shame, Nelly. A terrible, terrible shame.”
To illustrate, I put my hand on his butt. He almost dropped the apple as he gasped. The bulge in his pants was well visible, much like my own, but unlike Nelly, I didn’t feel the need to hide it behind a shopping basket.
The other shopper tutted and went his merry way, looking slightly scandalized. Yes, the courtiers would reject me, but what did it matter? My swan prince was getting weak in the knees, and I was about to have him.
I was about to change his sex life forever.