“Indeed.”
She pauses for a moment and then her eyes go wide. “Angels? God? Is the Christian God real?” she perks up, eyes and body language curious and excited. “I’ve never truly believed, I find myself more drawn to the earth as a deity honestly, but if demons exist…” She’s rambling and something warms in me.
Do I find this cute?
No, surely not.
I shake the feeling off.
“Angels, yes,” I reply. “God? That’s a bit more complicated.”
“Let me guess, too complicated to explain right now?” she asks with a raise of her brow and a look of disappointment on her face.
“Correct. It’s time for me to take you to Madam Daeval,” I inform her.
She tightens the robe around her body. “She sounds…intimidating, she’ll help me figure out what I am?”
“She will. It might take a while, so the sooner we get there the better,” I step forward and grab Felicity’s arm, prepared to open another portal.
“Wait! I need to get dressed!” she insists. “Do you have…any other clothing? I don’t want to meet this…whatever she is…in my pajamas, much less a robe.”
I grumble and shake my head. “Do I look like I keep women’s clothing lying around in every size and shape for every occasion?” I ask her.
She flinches and I instantly regret it.
I sigh. “Fine, give me a moment.”
I disappear from the room in a flash, and when I return, I’m holding a dark red dress with puffy sleeves and cinched waist. “This is all I could find in your size.”
“It’s beautiful!” Felicity gasps. “It’s like right out of a movie.” She smiles widely, and I feel like I’ve done something good.
Should I care about that?
I try to ignore the pull I feel toward her. The desire to pull her into my arms, and not only sink my teeth into her luscious flesh, but kiss her. Kiss her hard and deep.
Felicity seems unbothered by my presence, unlike most humans typically would while getting dressed.
She peels off the robe and I see her in all of her naked glory. Her soft curves, her breasts that slope downwards naturally and every little dimple on her round ass.
“I might need help,” she tells me.
I can’t take my eyes off her.
Not until she’s pulled the dress on, but cannot lace up the back.
“If you insist,” I say slowly. I step over to her in the gown that perfectly accentuates her hips with its long skirt, and start to pull on the laces at the back.
“How old are you?” Felicity asks me. “And are you…well, you’re a demon, but are you a man?”
My heart squeezes in my chest, and as she turns to look at me after I’ve finished lacing up the back, I see that she has not a single hint of malice in her expression.
“Yes, I am a man,” I tell her. Saying those words causes a rush from my tail to my head.
“You’re…” she stumbles over her words for a moment, her face flushing. “You’re very handsome.”
I can’t help but reach out and brush one of the half-dry tresses of her hair behind her ear. “You’re beautiful, Felicity.”
“Thanks, Merc,” she smiles. “I can call you Merc, right?”