Chapter 117

“Oh nothing really,” the water fairy groaned.

“Oh, it was something.” Stephen turned his hand over, allowing a small ball of flame to dance in his palm. “Perhaps I should just transform you into a frag and be done with it. At least I won’t have to fret about you fluttering your lips.” 

Rather than trembling in terror, the vexatious nuisance leaned down to stroke her fingers lightly on the tip of his wings.

“Now, let’s not be hasty, my little demon.” 

Ohhhhh. It was good. So good. “I am not little and I'm not your demon,” he refuted, his voice weakened. “I am majestically petite.” 

Her fingers dipped and fondled and tickled. “I like petite.” He groaned against his will. “Stop that.”

“Your lips say no, but your damn wings say yes.” 

Stephen glanced over his shoulder, realizing the treacherous things were glowing like a neon light in front of a cheap bar.

“Stupid wings.”

“And what about these delectable little horns?” H