Page 77 of The Magic of Betrayal
"Flutter, Goldie! Open your wings and let them do what feels natural. They won't betray you," he directed and I let them span out to the fullest extent, squealing when I hit a pocket of wind that sent me upward at high speed.
"Bram! Look! Oh my gods, I'm fucking flying!" I cackled hysterically, swooping through the air and Bram chased me, taking part in my excitement and happiness.
He flew up beside me and we looked out over the rolling countryside, a huge mountain range in the background, the sun was hitting the water below and making it sparkle like millions of tiny diamonds.
"It's beautiful," I commented, awestruck.
Bram's hand slipped into mine.
"I know," he breathed, but I knew his eyes weren't on the landscape.
* * *
Hours later,after we returned from the forest where Bram had taught me demon basics 101, I was exhausted. Despite my wings being light as a feather, it still required a good bit of strength to use them and they were muscles that I hadn't used in my entire life. And I don't work out. Like, ever. So I knew I'd be sore as shit tomorrow.
Bram was sitting across from me on the bed, flicking through the TV, looking for something to watch. But I had more questions and now, I was starved for information. It was like my brain had needed that total shut down to put myself back together, kind of like a fail safe.
"Well?" Bram cocked a brow at me as he side eyed me.
"Well what?" I asked.
He sighed deeply. "Just ask me. You can't sit still. I know you have more questions."
"Okay, but can I ask them in rapid succession because I feel like that will be best for both of us and we can get this over with quickly? I'm getting hungry," I warned. Because my hanger needed a warning.
"Go for it."
Taking a gulp of air, I asked the first thing that popped into my head because of our earlier conversation on knotting.
"Does your dick shift into a demon dick?"
Bram threw his head back and laughed so loudly, I couldn't help but join.
"I'm not answering that. Next question."
I scowled, but whatever.I bet it fuckin' does. But, I probably should ask something not dick related...
"Do demons prefer cold or warm milk?"
"Are you high? Did you eat some of those mushrooms in the woods I told you not to touch?"
Shrugging my shoulders, I motioned for him to answer the damn question.
"We don't drink milk."
"I don't either. Guess that makes sense."
"Can I go make dinner now? I want lasagna," he questioned, looking at me full on now. I'd tucked my wings and tail away, but my horns were still adorning my head.
"One more question, then you can go cook me dinner. Can you, ya know, use that tail as a spare peen or whatever?" I wondered, dead ass serious.
He choked, coughing into his elbow as he hopped off the bed.
"I'm done with you. You're awfully interested in sexual questions, princess. If you want a physical demonstration of exactly what I'm capable of doing with my 'demon dick' and 'spare peen'" —he actually used air quotes— "then I'd be happy to show you. But you might want to clear your schedule for a few days because I’m totally making a fuck nest to keep you in for days." Winking, he sauntered out of the room and I flopped back onto my pillow.
A fuck nest? So. Many. Questions.Wonder if there's demon porn around here somewhere...
"And don't bother looking for porn!" Bram shouted from the kitchen and I huffed.
