Demon Queened Ch. 21 - Sex Stories

Demon Queened Ch. 21

... of my shirt as I spoke. "For the warmth that filled my heart, and the heat that colored my cheeks."

Lucy let out a little squeak, a noise I assumed to be of joy as her hands immediately moved to undo her armor, her magic tugging at any straps that were placed too awkwardly for her to easily reach. Soon her breast plate was on the floor, her greaves and skirt following quickly after, alongside her bracers and gauntlet. A journey my own clothes had already completed.

All articles except for one, that is.

"Aren't you going to take off your shoes?" Lucy asked, the innocence in her voice ill fit to the cutting nature of her question.

I couldn't believe that I was being set such a trial, so soon after my vow of honesty! But I couldn't lie, so... "I... Dislike being seen without them. Especially by..." People who are taller than me. Six simple, shameful words that I just couldn't bring myself to speak.

"In that case...!" Lucy's grin was the only warning I received before she was once more scooping me up in her arms, and carrying me like a princess. "If you're laying down, we can take them off without me seeing how short you are, right?"

"I am not short!" I protested, my cheeks aflame. "I'm just... On the small side, amongst my family members." My mother had been six foot one, my grandmother six foot even, and my great grandmother six foot three! And yet here I was, at a measly five foot four... It was enough to make anyone self conscious!

"It's alright, Eena," ...

... Lucy reassured me, laying me upon the bed and reaching for my shoes. I watched her remove them without complaint, allowing her to reveal the black nail tipped toes beneath. "I think you're cute, no matter how tall or small you are!"

"C-cute?" I exclaimed. "Surely you jest?" Sexy, hot, beautiful or even simply 'pretty' were all descriptors I would take. Butcute?

"Uh-huh," Lucy affirmed, without thought to my pride as she laid a kiss upon the inside of my thigh. "Especially when you get all flustered and squirmy!"

My thighs twitched at the sensation - a movement that most definitelywasn't squirming - even as I set a baleful glare upon her. "I do not wish to hear of cuteness fromyou, of all people. Is it not obvious who would receive the title, if someone were to judge between us?"

"We can both be cute," Lucy countered, her lips traveling up my thigh, leaving a trail of tiny kisses until she was barely an inch from my slit - and then she nipped the flesh, before parting, leaving my needy sex behind as she moved to climb atop me. "You know, I've been putting a lot of thought into what I'd do if I got you into bed again? The places I'd kiss. And the noises I'd try to get you to make..." She bent down to place her lips upon the swell of my breast, sucking upon the flesh right below the hardened nipple, and then kissing the space above. "I don't think my imagination was really up to the task, though. I mean, I really don't know enough about sex! So I hope you'll help me ...