Demon Queened Ch. 21 - Sex Stories

Demon Queened Ch. 21

... think you would be, considering how you are with... Other stuff..."

"Otherstuff, as you put it, is purely physical in nature," I pointed out to her, turning my head away and tilting it forward a little, in hopes of hiding my reddened cheeks behind a wall of temporarily brunette hair. "Kisses areromantic.Particularly so when separated from 'other stuff.'"

"I guess that makes sense..." Lucy conceded. "But then why didn't you get embarrassed when Wilhoon called you my girlfriend?"

"Because I knew he meant it platonically..." Little as I might have deserved the term, in either of its forms.

"Platonically? Why would it be platonic? That doesn't even make sense!"

"And assuming we're dating does?" I retorted, turning to face Lucy's frowning form.

"I mean, wewere holding hands," Lucy reminded me. "Ordering food together. You even used my name!"

"That's... I'm not entirely sure why that last one made the list, but... Still! Surely that's a bit of a stretch?"

"Not as much of a stretch as calling girlfriends platonic," Lucy countered. "I mean, why would anyone even use it that way? It seems like it would get really confusing!"

"That's..." Accurate, actually. Of course, it had been misleading on Earth, as well. My friend Alice had complained about it regularly. But girls dating girls seemed to be more widely accepted on Solla, even amidst humans, than it had ever been in that world. Nobody had batted an eye at Lissera's interest in me, even in such a small ...

... village, and Lucy certainly showed no sign of shame for her preferences. Nor had she mentioned the church frowning upon it. "Wait a moment - if you knew he meant it romantically, then why didyou not protest it? We're hardly dating, as of yet."

"Becauseyoudidn't, of course! I mean, it made me really happy that we looked like a couple, you know? So I'll back you up if you ever want to stop it, but I'm not going to go out of my way to end something that makes me so happy!"

I didn't know what to say to that. Lucy's infatuation with me was obvious, but the path through it much less so. I could only hope she'd come to realize her mistake in crushing on me as time passed and she grew to know me more.

My silence did nothing to dampen Lucy's mood, however, as she happily consumed the skewer I had given her, swapping back and forth between using the hot sauce and eating chunks plain. For my part, I ate at a much more sedate pace, savoring the flavor of each bite. The hot sauce made a world of difference, and I daresay I might have enjoyed the meal every bit as much as Lucy - though far less vocally. The sounds that girl made would have been more at home in a bed, than on the street.

"We're here!" Lucy declared, after a minute or two more, chewing through the last of her skewer and turning the wooden sticks to ash with a quick burst of magic. I followed suit, putting away the bottle of hot sauce as I looked over the building she had brought me to.

It was a small thing. Squat, ...