Page 16 of Raising Hell: MMF Edition

“And take you with me, right?” she asks, dryly.

“Well, that’s one option, yes. You can trust me to behave.”

Her eyes move up to mine so slowly I think she’s frozen in time for a moment. “No, Cas. No, I absolutely cannot.” She sighsagain, putting her hands on her hips. “What I need to do is figure out how to reverse the spell I cast and send you back home.”

Ouch. I try to ignore that strange pinch in my chest.

“Maybe I could help,” I suggest, and she casts a doubtful glance my way. I scoff, unable to hide my irritation as I say, “Oh, come on. I know far more about magic than you.”

One skeptical eyebrow climbs her face as she glances around the bubble-filled room. “Cas, no offense, but…”

“Ah, ha!” I exclaim, and she jumps and jerks her eyes back to mine. “I have heard of this. It is a phrase humans use right before they are rude.”

“That’s not true.” Her hesitation tells me she doesn’t believe her own argument.

“It is,” I insist. “My friend told me all about it. If a human says, ‘No offense,’ or ‘Bless Your Heart,’ or ‘Respectfully,’ it always means they are about to say something mean to you. It’s an indisputable fact.” She falls silent, her lips pressed together and twitching as if she wants to challenge me but realizes that I am right.

“You don’t have to be rude, because it’s the truth. I’m well versed in magic.” I gesture around the room with a flourish before I snap my fingers. A look of surprised awe crosses her face as the bubbles and water vanish, leaving the bathroom clean and dry. “Demons are born with their own magic and study that of the witches for most of our lives.”

Her mouth hangs open a hair before she shakes her head. “You can do magic and you’re just now telling me this?”

“You didn’t ask,” I shrug, and she glares again, so I hurry to distract her. “Allow me to examine that spellbook and the spell you used. I may be able to unravel it. It can’t hurt to let me try.” That’s… a big lie, because it actually could hurt—a lot—but we’ll keep that to ourselves for now.

“Wait… wait, wait,wait…”She stares at me for long, drawn-out moments, pulling her lips between her teeth, and then her head tilts the tiniest bit to the side. It’s absolutely terrifying. “Just a gosh-darned second… you can do magic?”

“… yes?” I stretch the word out, confused, because I’ve already answered this question.

She appears thoughtful as she grips her chin and nods, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “You could’ve been wearing clothes this whole time?” My eyes widen momentarily before I whip around and bend over to release the stopper.

If I don’t look at it, it can’t see me.

“Like, right now, for example?” she continues, and I hum a little tune to get the point across that I can’t hear her. “You could… I dunno…notbe showing me your butthole because you’d have pants on.”

“Why would I wear pants in the tub, Ruby?” I ask, standing straight because I actually was flashing her my asshole, and not in a sexy way. The moment I realize I’ve responded, I wince, my shoulders tensing.

So much for that ruse.

She practically screeches as she asks, “So, that’s a yes?!”

My loud humming starts again, nonchalantly drying myself with the towel before walking past her and pretending I can’t see her either. What’s the phrase humans use?See no evil, hear no evil, only do enough evil to have fun?She thwarts my attempt to escape through the door by darting in front of me, and I crash into her. I grab her arms to steady both of us, my dick immediately taking notice of the friction.

When her eyes widen, I grin, realizing she feels what she’s doing to me. “Put some clothes on,” she hisses, gaze locked on mine, and I sigh. It’s a direct command, so I have little choice.

“Fine.” A quick thought is all it takes to summon a pair of pants, and she wilts in relief.

“Thank you…” She steps back and then sucks in a breath as her eyes slide down my body. “Cas,” she moans, and I bite my smile between my lips. “That is… not what I meant!”

I glance at the gray sweatpants that hug my legs, my dickprint perfectly visible through the thin material. “You said clothes, and I put on clothes.”

“Cover yourself!”

“I am covered!” I argue, gripping my cock through the fabric and sliding my hand along my length. “You can’t even see any skin.”

“Every vein is on display, Cas. Every vein!”

“Want to feel them?” I ask, grinning at her as I stroke myself again. As I step closer, she counters it, retreating until she’s against the wall. “You’re allowed to touch, sweet Ruby,” I purr, inching my mouth to her ear. “Touch me, taste me… fuck me. You can do anything you want to me.”

She whimpers, an unwanted, helpless sound, as I grab her wrist and inch her hand towards my cock. When her palm lands on my shaft, both of us let out a groan as her fingers wrap around me.

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