Page 38 of Monster's Delight

“Now there’s an idea!” I stopped climbing and pointed down at the stair I was on. Suddenly, it began to rise, the entire staircase rolling upward to the next level.

“Impressive. Who taught you that little trick?”

I stopped the spell and carried it with me to the next set of stairs. “My grandfather explained that in order for a spell to work on the building, it had to be an improvement, or else it wouldn’t take. Like the bathrooms. I can’t imagine using chamber pots and then tossing the contents out the windows on the sixth floor.”

The demon burst into laughter, hanging off the banister as the next staircase rolled upward, taking us with it. “Yes, we’re all thankful for modern indoor plumbing,” he managed to say once he got himself under control. “Chamber pots and outhouses would be extremely awkward.”

“Precisely.”

We were silent for the next few flights. Long enough that I was nervous he didn’t want to “claim my soul” any longer.

Why did I bring up bathrooms?

They’re like, the least sexy room in this academy!

Ugh.

When we reached the fifth floor, I let my spell dissipate. “Well, this is me,” I said awkwardly. Hoping I looked seductive, I perched on the back of one of the blue couches and cast the charm to lift my bust again. “Care to claim my soul now?”

The demon stood motionless for a long moment, staring at me. Finally, I shifted, self-conscious under his scrutiny, and he pounced on me.

“You don’t know what you’re offering,” he said, looming over me.

I could feel the heat of him through my dress and it was making me dizzy with want. “Then tell me,” I whispered.

He chewed on his lower lip. “I’ll give you a choice. I can kiss you here…” He pressed his forefinger to my lips, dragging it across them lightly. “Or I can kiss you here.” His free hand cupped me through my skirts and I practically melted against his body.

“Can’t I have both?” I demanded.

The demon’s eyes flashed red and he growled low in his chest. “You are pushing my limits.” He grabbed the back of my hair, forcefully tilting my head back before claiming my mouth until I could barely breathe from desire. “If you care about this dress, take it off now, or I will rip it from your body,” he ordered.

“But we’re in the foyer!” I said, gaping at him.

“Do I look like I care?” he rumbled. “Do as I say.”

Swallowing down my embarrassment, I magically unzipped my dress until the top fell forward, only held up by my sleeves. Quickly, I pulled my arms out of those, and then stood to push it down over my hips.

The demon scooped my dress up from the floor and carried it over to the farthest chair from the stairs, where he threw it unceremoniously. “Come here,” he ordered, pointing in front of him.

I had stayed where I was, too surprised by his sudden movements to follow him, but now I crossed the foyer to join him, my breasts bouncing slightly as I walked. I tried not to feel self-conscious, but it was difficult when all I had on was a tiny pair of white panties and ballet slippers, while he was fully clothed.

“It will be hard for me to kiss you if you’re wearing those,” the demon said conversationally when I passed the first couch. “You must not be attached to them if you left them on.” He paused, as if waiting for my denial.

When I said nothing, he snapped his fingers and my underwear disappeared.

Embarrassed, but wetter than I could remember ever being in my life, I managed to stand in front of him without shaking.

“Are you scared of me?” he asked, circling one of my nipples idly as he waited for my answer.

“No,” I whispered.

“Good.” He grinned and my stomach swooped pleasantly. He pointed at the chair beside the one with my dress. “Sit on the edge and lift your legs over the armrests. Spread yourself as wide as possible for me.”

I did as he instructed, leaning back in the chair and feeling incredibly exposed.

“Beautiful,” the demon murmured. He walked a circle around me, and I could feel his magic draping over me.

“What is that?”

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