Between Spells and Shadows: A Cozy Cauldron Romance

by R.N. Barbosa

Where Dion was all bones and hard angles, Thea was curvy and soft. The chafe of her thick thighs were a fire hazard and the dip of her waist was fully to blame on her wide, padded hips. Her tits were constantly trying to kill her by snapping her spine or crushing her in her sleep. She wouldn’t argue that she wasn’t beautiful, because she knew she was. But if their beauty could be weaponized, Thea’s would be suffocating and Dion’s was stabby.

Telling a demon that she was comfortable with all the romantic bits of a relationship—hand holding, cuddling, physical touch, even kisses—but that the stickier, more penetrative parts of intimacy gave her the ick, wasn’t an experience she’d thought she’d ever have. Ever. To her surprise, Mag’dremas had been understanding. Excited, even. Apparently she didn’t get to spend a lot of time topside when she was summoned. She was usually earthbound only long enough to collect a soul and drag it back to Hell. If pretending to be Thea’s girlfriend was what it took for a little more time on the surface, Mag’dremas seemed more than happy with the exchange.

The novelty of the kiss was quickly replaced by an unexpected familiarity. They’d never kissed before, yet kissing the demon felt like the most normal and routine part of her day.

Mag’dremas was a hearthfire, her warmth melting Thea into careless comfortability. She didn’t care how well she danced compared to her succubus partner, forgot that they were in a crowded park altogether. The only eyes she felt on her were pure, unbroken white, and she welcomed their vibrant caress with every twirl and dip. Thea sought out Mag’dremas’ touch, linking their hands when the songs allowed, pulling her in close during slower parts. Even though other people approached them, none had actually asked either of them to dance. There was never an opportunity to, she and Mag’dremas couldn’t look away from each other.

She took Thea’s hand and interlaced their fingers with the ease of someone who’d been doing so for years. “You know, of all my preferred ways to work up a sweat, I think dancing with you is my favorite.”

Thea couldn’t help but return her smile. She drew an absentminded design into the condensation of her own glass, unable to look away from the demon as she asked, “Do you miss it?” Mag’dremas grabbed the seat of her booth on either side of her and leaned in conspiratorially. Voice low, she confessed, “The thing about Hell is that everyone is constantly trying to leave it.” Her shoulders bounced in a bashful shrug. “The Mortal Plane offers many pleasures unavailable to us Below. Though I think my favorite pleasure has been your company.” By Mag’dremas’ simper, she knew exactly what she was doing. The damn succubus laughed as Thea hid her burning face behind her hands. Voice muffled, Thea groused, “That’s not fair.” “I think it is.”

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