Demon Queened Ch. 21 - Sex Stories

Demon Queened Ch. 21

... could mere infatuation possibly stand against everything she'd been taught? Just because she'd been willing to work alongside demons in the game, didn't mean she'd be able to accept their queen in reality. Not when she knew so little of me.

"Um. We don't have to stick to the skewers, if you don't want to?" Lucy offered. "You could pick something else? Or we could just not do it... Though I really hope you'll at least consider it!"

"No..." I shook my head, forcing another smile to come to my own lips. I reminded myself that I was here to grow closer to Lucyso that when the time came, my words would at least have a fighting chance of reaching her. So that the truth could, one day, be revealed.

Even if it meant hiding things in the present.

"I quite like these," I continued. "And there'd be a certain symmetry in it, besides. Assuming, that is, that you intend to ask me there on aproper date one day?"

My teasing tone and smile were ill matched to the painful feeling in my heart. I knew that there would be no date. That there was no way I could allow her to take me on one, even if I wanted to. She deserved better in romance than a girl who didn't even dare to share her real name.

Suddenly, I felt Lucy's hand tightening around my own, as - without so much as a word of justification - she began to pull me down the aisles at top speed. Before I could even think to question her, she'd tossed a gold coin upon the counter and was dragging me back out of the store ...

... again, all but sprinting out the door.

"Lucy?" I queried, once we'd left the building, the cool night air helping to shake me from my shock, as Lucy herself began to slow.

"I'm sorry, Eena! We'll talk at the inn!"

The telltale prickling of arcane magic upon my skin was the only warning I received, before a strong tug upon my shirt's collar sent me tumbling backwards. I realized, then, that Lucy's hand was no longer holding mine. Instead, her arms were circling about my legs and waist, as she picked me up in a princess carry and began to run in the direction of the Queen's Crown. Upon arrival, a scene similar to that in the shop occurred, with her slamming a coin down and hurriedly renting a room from an extremely flustered innkeeper. Then she was carrying me up the stairs, magically maneuvering a key into a lock, and bringing me across the threshold of the room we had been given.

"Lucy," I began, as soon as she had put me down, the door closed behind us. "What on Solla wasthatabout!?"

"We need to talk!" Lucy declared, her eyes once more aflame with resolve. "Or more like, we don't need to talk! Or we need to talk about how we don't need to talk? And it's a talk that we need to have with absolute privacy, so...Veroon, Bellooosa mador!"

"Lucy?" I repeated, my tone a bit more cautious this time. I couldn't imagine much that would demand this level of secrecy from her. Excluding my identity, of course, but... Surely she didn't know that much?

"Eena," Lucy began, ...