Page 77 of Devil Bound
I chuckled.“My mansion?Why, thank you for being so thoroughly impressed with the old place.Also, like I told you, it will be the other way around, and you will remember it.”
My sour-sweet necromancer rolled his eyes at me.They shimmered beautifully, very nearly enough to make me regret the detour.
“Not a compliment.So where are you taking me?If we’re going to some weird sex club, I swear I’ll report you.”
I smiled at him as I changed lanes.“Report me?What for?”
“Public indecency.”
He said it with a straight face too, and only when I started to chuckle did his cheeks color.
“I can do that for you.Should we just pull over somewhere and—”
“No!Just tell me where you’re taking me.”
I pointed even as I turned onto the lot of a nice organic market; one of Trony’s go-to places.“We’re out of apples.”
“You fucking kidding me?”
“No.We had some, then we ate them.Now we have no more, so I’ll buy some before Trony complains.”
“What happened to your emergency apples?”
My cock filled rapidly, and my nostrils flared.“Nelly, do you remember when we first went shopping together and I taught you how to buy fruit?Babe, you’re so sweet.Have you been buying apples like I taught you to ever since back then?”
“No!And I don’t—we didn’t—that’s not what I meant.You put words in my mouth.And besides, you could’ve done your shopping while I was busy back there talking to people.”
“And let you run around Chymical Street when you’re not familiar with the area?I wouldn’t do that.And I wouldn’t putwordsin your mouth when I can imagine so many better uses for it.”
He huffed and grumbled, and Soul growled at him from the back seat while I parked the car near the market’s entrance.They had produce displayed out front—the seasonal things like pumpkins and corn and such.There was a scarecrow too, made to look cute rather than intimidating, a lot like my necromancer.
“Let’s go buy your apples, Lucy,” Nelly said, and he was out of the car before I’d even turned off the engine.Soul barked after him.
“It’s fine.He’s in a hurry.Deep down, the swan prince knows he needs me.He can sense that I can take him to Nirvana in a way no one and nothing else ever could.”
Halfway to the scarecrow display, Nelly turned and called, “Are you coming or what?”
“Eager for it like a virgin in front of a monster cock.”I got out and opened the door for Soul.
Nelly grabbed one of those little shopping baskets they had right next to the carts.Carrying that toward the produce made him look like a darker, more argumentative Red Riding Hood.Soul and I followed at a leisurely pace, the poodle sniffing the air but otherwise keeping her focus on Nelly.
“Well?”Nelly crossed his arms in front of the display of heirloom apple varieties.The little basket slid all the way to his elbow, where it dangled.
I walked right up next to him, so close we were almost touching.“Hmm.I like the red ones.”
“So pick one.There are five fucking types of red apple here.Who even needs that many choices?”
Another shopper looked our way from the lettuces, frowning over his glasses.I imagined he was a courtier, glowering at me even as I worked hard to gain the swan prince’s sweet favor.
“Babe, I can’t decide such things by myself.Won’t you help me out?”
Nelly looked up at me, his untrimmed bangs obscuring my view of his eyes.“Help you out?You need my help fruit shopping?”
I leaned in until I could smell the mildly acidic scent of his necromancy.“As my boyfriend.”
“I’m not your—you know what?Fine.Let’s play.Red, you said?”He picked up one piece of fruit, eyed it, then took another from a different variety and put them in his little basket.
“Honestly, any type you’d enjoy bobbing for, Nelly.”
