Page 57 of My Demon Assistant

I watched as he licked my cum off his fingers, the people around us still completely oblivious, and my eyes trailed down to his groin and the very prominent bulge there.

"Want me to take care of you?" I asked, giving his erection a nod.

"Always, but we have plans. Later?"

Chuckling, I gave him a nod, and he used some magic to clean up his hand before reaching over to adjust my clothes. Then he got to his feet and offered me his hand.

As we walked out of the theater, I glanced up at him. "I have no idea what we just 'watched.' I can't remember anything. Was it even in English?"

Eshim gave a warm laugh, his eyes twinkling as he glanced over at me. "Yes, it was English. It was about an ex-CIA agent, I believe."

"Yeah? What were they up to?"

Eshim frowned thoughtfully, then shrugged. "I have no idea."

Laughing, I linked my elbow with his, making his grin widen. "Come on—let's grab some lunch. Then, I want to take you somewhere fun."

Eshim

"This is fascinating," I said as I glanced around the place, in awe of all the things humans created to have fun, to experience the world in their own ways.

They saw mountains and created a sport called mountain climbing. They saw forests and created hiking. They saw frozen lakes and created shoes with blades to 'walk' on them.

"Have you ever done this before?" I asked, and Jerry smiled up at me.

"Archer, Kat, and I used to go to a rink every weekend when we were kids. It was a monthly membership place, and they both chipped in to get me one," he said with a fond smile.

Every time he talked about his childhood, I was so grateful he'd met Kat and Archer. And that he'd never lost contact with them.

When I was first getting to know Jerry, I might've felt a little jealous of them, especially Kat, but now that Jerry and I were closer, I was simply glad he had them in his life.

"That sounds fun," I said as I glanced around, then used magic to make sure the skates were strapped correctly on my feet. "Okay, I'm ready."

Smiling, Jerry offered me his hand, and I took it, getting to my feet. Walking was a little clumsy, but I was confident it would be easier once I was on the ice. I could see the humans moving around on the rink fluidly, and I thought it would feel great to move like that.

"Okay, be careful as you step onto the ice."

"I will, Jerry. Don't worry," I said as I dropped his hand and walked right onto the ice, only for my legs to slide out from under me and send me crashing. My face slammed right into the hard ice, and if it weren't for the fact that I was a demon—and therefore couldn't be hurt by anything other than dark magic—I would've broken my nose.

"Eshim!" Jerry reached for me, and I let him turn me to my back.

"Oops," I said, making him chuckle, then slowly got to my feet with his help.

"How about you don't drop my hand just yet?" he suggested, and I agreed without arguing.

Smiling, he linked our fingers, then told me to copy him as he slowly started moving forward. He explained what he was doing as he moved, and I copied him perfectly. While I stumbled a few times, I quickly got the hang of it, though I was nowhere as smooth as Jerry, which made sense. I might have been able to learn things easily, but some skills could only be earned from constant practice, which Jerry had years of, even if he hadn't been to the rink recently. It was just like riding a motorcycle, I imagined.

We skated around for quite some time, and Jerry even twirled me around on the ice, utterly delighted when he realized I couldn't get dizzy. Of course, he ended up making himself dizzy trying to see how much he could twirl me, and I had to hold him steady as his brain recalibrated.

At lunch earlier, we'd talked about every random topic under the sun, including why I thought crocodiles should be called alligators and alligators should be called crocodiles—because alligators had a rounded snout like a C while crocodiles had a pointed snout like an A—and he chipped in his two dimes by saying turtles and tortoises should have more distinct names because it was easy to confuse them, which I completely agreed with. We'd had a filling meal with our conversation, so the physical exertion as we skated was very much welcome. Not that I had to worry about human things like digestion for myself, but I did worry for Jerry's sake. He didn't know it yet, but I'd slowly started reducing the amount of sugar he took with his coffee, only reducing it a few particles every few days so he couldn't taste the difference.

Even though we'd still be together after, I planned to make sure Jerry got to live in the human realm for a long time.

When Jerry declared he needed a break, we moved off the rink and bought some hot chocolate to sip at as we leaned against the railing and watched people skate. There were more kids at this time of the evening, and a few teenagers skating alone or in groups. I imagined smaller versions of Jerry, Archer, and Kat chasing each other across the ice, and the thought made me smile.

"Are you having fun?" Jerry asked, nudging his elbow against mine, and I glanced over at him with a smile. I rarely wasn't smiling when I was around Jerry, and even that was only when I was sleeping or seconds from coming.

"I always have fun when I'm with you," I said honestly, making him snort. "What? I mean it."

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