CHAPTER 6
SHADE
After a shower, change of clothes and some food, I'm feeling like a new demon. I all but skip out of my apartment and down the street back towards the bakery. I could have just teleported myself there, but I didn’t want to scare the human.
Remmie, my sweet little treat, has been on my mind since I left earlier today.
She’s so cute and soft-looking. She fascinates me.
She resisted my influence magic and stood up to me. Plus, she smells so freaking good.
Better than her pastries.
The tingling in my horns still lingers and I’ve been hard for her for hours. This never happens to me. I can turn my desire on and off like a light switch when I need to. But this has been a constant buzz under my skin since I breathed in her scent.
I still want to find out what kind of spell she put on her place.
Even if she denied it, the aura of magic was all around her.
Even that was cute. All pink and shimmery, looking like cotton candy, just like her hair.
Hells, I bet she tastes just as sweet. The image of her laid out before me comes to mind.
I bet her pussy is as cute and plump as her lips are.
And are her freckles all over her body as well has her face?
I would trace them all with my tongue and claws if she's let me.
Shit.
Now my semi hard cock is fully hard. I shake my head, trying to push the dirty thoughts aside.
Down boy. I have to work alongside her for the rest of the day.
I can't have a hard-on for that. Or maybe I could. I wonder if she’ll blush again.
I loved the way her cheeks darkened when I caught her off guard.
I know I promise to help her, but I hope I can spend as much time as I can with her.
Our handshake earlier was basically a contract.
So, I get to stick around until my part in the deal is complete.
I know I hate contracts, but with Remmie, I think I can handle being tied to one place.
For a little bit at least. Hells, she’s already under my skin.
I can honestly say, I don’t hate the feeling.
When I approach the bakery again, I pause.
Faint whiffs of a magic I can’t place lingers in the doorway when I click the handle, pushing the door open.
I walk in without issue, letting out the breath I was holding.
I don’t think I could take being tossed on my ass again.
The chime rings and when I step further inside, 90s pop music greeting me.
Remmie steps out from the kitchen entrance.
Just seeing her again in the light of day, without a rolling pin as a weapon, has me panting.
What is it about this witch that has me feeling like this.
Like seeing her makes long ignored feelings rise in the deepest parts of me.
“Oh, your back. I almost thought you changed your mind.” Her face was impassive but her eyes shown with what looked like, relief? To see me? What an odd, yet thrilling thought.
“Of course I came back, Sweetness. I said I would. And I am a demon of my word after all.”
“We just met this morning. How would I know? I don’t even know how old you are. Aren’t demons ancient?”
I scoff. “How dare you, Madame. I am only Two Hundred and Fifty. That’s like, Thirty of your human years.”
She chuckles rolling her eyes as she places a tray of something that smells divine in the display case. I practically float towards them, like in those old cartoons. My tail swings behind me with excitement like a puppy about to eat. Accurate.
“What are those?” I ask, holding back my drool.
“Almond cherry pastries. Did you want one?” she offers me a pastry and a napkin.
I bring it to my nose, inhaling all the tart goodness.
The first bite is what I would think heaven is like.
The flavors of cherry, almond and butter explode in my mouth.
I moan after every bite. Remmie watches me expectantly while I lick every crumb off of my fingers.
“So, did you like it?” She chuckles.
“No. It was terrible. Worst pastry ever. You’re going to have to give me another one to try, just to make sure.” I joke.
The laugh that leaves her is full of so much warmth and joy, that I feel it in my marrow. I can tell it has been a while since she felt this, happy. But just as suddenly, her face turns somber.
“I’m glad you like them, Shade. It made making them worth it for the first time in a while.”
The pain and vulnerability in her voice caused my chest to ache.
I rub it on instinct, expecting the movement to relive the pain.
What happened to this gorgeous girl to make her so sad?
I can see how much she loves what she does and her desserts are freaking amazing. Why aren’t more people coming here?
“So Remmie, what happened here? Why isn’t there a line out the door?” I ask.
“Well. When that other café opened across the park, everyone just... stopped coming. “
“Ever think of moving locations? Maybe closer to the city?” I ask.
“No. I couldn’t. My Gran helped me get this place. I couldn’t part with it.” She sighs, pulling out ingredients for her next creation.
I decide to figure out this strange magic.
Obviously, someone has it out for her. The thought of She who must not be named pops into my head, quite unwelcomed and I shiver down to the tip of my tail.
If anyone would throw her magic around like confetti to benefit her own ego, it would be her.
And if she’s in this city, I have to be extra careful from now on.
But I have never been one to listen to my own rules, because looking at Remmie and the love she has for her business, I’ll give my left horn in order to help her.
Oh, how Marla would shit herself if she could see me now.
Doing something good for someone else. Nothing in return. Well, free desserts, but nothing else.
Remmie starts to tie up her hair and my cock jumps in my jeans for the second time this morning.
Stay down, buddy. Does she not know how hot that is or how, now, all I can think about is her tying her up, on her knees, preparing to wrap those full lips around me.
Hells. She doesn't notice how effected I am as she starts working on the new dessert. So focused on measuring and mixing that I doubt she remembers I’m standing here, staring.
“You have my word, Remmie, I will find a way to help you with this little magic issue. Considering what I felt while walking down the street on my way here, it’s not just your bakery that’s affected. And you’re sure you are not a witch?” I joke.
Remmie rolls her eyes, busying herself with mixing bowls and wiping down the counters. “I keep telling you, I am not.” She answers.
“Ok Fine, Sweetness. I will drop it… For now.” I smile.
She smiles back and my heart feels lighter. What is it about this little baker? Are her sweets laced with a love potion or something?
Right, NOT a witch!