Author: You may have already noticed, but there are times where I'll be writing the story as if it was a trashy erotica. Yes, its deliberate, yes it can be cringe. I happen to enjoy them tbh.

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“He’s here again.” Her new friend, Luna, went bright-eyed. Honey looked up as the door to the cafe started to close.

Striding forward, a tall youth had entered. All female eyes latched onto him. All male eyes averted.

“Oh, fuck me,” Runa panted. Honest-to-gods panted. “All night long.” There was no looking away as he approached the counter, his gaze locking onto Honey. Hard muscle rippled as he leaned forward and offered a smile.

“Coffee.” The word rolled off his tongue as if he’d said, “I’d like to give you an orgasm.” Or maybe that was just her wishful thinking. For some time now Honey felt butterflies in her belly whenever they met. A warmth deep below.

“Right.” Honey’s voice came out strained and she had to clear her throat. “How do you want it?”

He grinned. “Sweet as Honey.” It was a kind of joke between them. He said it every time he stopped by and it never failed to make her heart do a funny little dance.

He changed up their ritual today, however, as his eyes roamed up and down her body with obvious appreciation. She felt suddenly self-conscious. “Though I might be tempted to try something even sweeter.”

“Oh. My. Gods.” Luna whispered hotly.

Honey shared the sentiment. Her nipples had hardened instantly. Damien seemed to enjoy her blushing face, his eyes flashing with amusement.

Luna ran off to make his drink, long black ponytail training behind. She came back a minute or two later with a large mug. “Here you go!” The woman presented the cup with much enthusiasm, holding it between both hands.

Damien raised a brow as he took it from her.

The girl shuddered as his fingers brushed against her’s and then turned to Honey like she’d just came from that alone. Maybe she did. The girl’s thirst was pretty clear.

“So, how you been lately?” Damien took a sip. Honey suddenly had the crazy desire to be that cup.

All the other females eying him like a treat probably felt the same.

“Uh, good. Good. ” Honey responded as calmly as she could.

“Bea hasn’t been troubling you?” He asked.

He meant the ghost. Her current residence had been haunted, but the day he came over upon her offer to let him use her house as a clubroom he’d somehow turned that mean poltergeist into his pet. Since then, all strange happenings ceased and she could finally sleep easy.

She’d never seen the ghost herself, even before, but she’d heard the “woman” if you could call it that was quite a mischievous beauty. Luckily, she hadn’t bothered Honey.

“No, nothing like that.” She shook her head.

“Great. Sorry for the ruckus, by the way.”

Damien had been using her living room often. He took odd requests from all kinds of people. No matter who tedious thing was asked, he didn’t deny his clients. Some things were easy, like advice. Other’s were fetch quests such as finding lost animals or objects. The harder requests were a bit more work.

Honey had heard that the boy dismantled a local gang upon request. Supposedly the client’s sister had gotten mixed up with this gang thanks to a boyfriend and the client was worried.

So, Damien had broken into their place and just started beating everyone into submission. The sister broke up with her boyfriend, the gang was scattered and Damien was even given an Upstanding Citizen award from the head of the city guard.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” She turned her attention to another customer. Damien continued to drink his coffee a while longer, chatting idly with a few other regulars he knew.

Honey was swamped with orders by the time he finished his coffee. In fact, she was already getting a couple of complaints. it couldn’t be helped, it was only her and Luna working today and thanks to the Winter festival coming up soon there were a lot more people.

Noticing her apparent distress, he asked, “You guys ever use that stage up there?” He jerked a thumb towards the far side of the shop where a raised platform was built into the building A few instruments belonging to the owner of the shop had been put on display.

“Not that I know of.” Honey shook her head. “Why?”

“I just thought I’d help out a little.” He winked. “I’ll be using it then.” Damien rose from his seat and moved toward the stage under the curious eyes of everyone present. He attracted attention whenever he did something.

Honey had a vague idea of what he wanted to do. WIll had used to say he had a scary talent for music, but Honey had never gotten a chance to listen herself.

He chose a piano at the center of the stage. Sitting down, he lifted the cover and his fingers flew. The melody echoed forth throughout the whole room and they drowned in the emotions evoked.

The composition was dark, haunting, and mysterious. But as he continued to play there was also a kind of grandness that came to life. It was as they were being told an epic, like they were about to ride into war. It stirred the hearts of everyone present. Even Honey, a girl, felt the blood rush through her veins.

No matter who it was, they were all enraptured. Damien’s fingers continued to blaze a trail across the keys and with each note played they feel deeper into his trance.

Until, finally, he freed them. As the final key was struck, a deathly quiet overcame the room. And then an explosion of applause.

Damien didn’t react much. He just looked over towards Honey and cocked a brow. The two girls caught his meaning and worked fast.

Meanwhile, he played a new song. This one was softer but just as quick and perhaps even more intense in how much more complicated the melody had become. There was simplicity and intricacy mixed together. It evoked images of fairies dancing under the moonlight.

But this time Honey didn’t allow herself the luxury of listening. She knew he was doing this for them and didn’t want to waste his good intentions.

Several songs later and their overflowing amount of orders had finally abated and Honey collapses over the counter.

Damien appeared before her after yet another resounding applause. “I’ve got to go. You good now?”

She offered a tired, but grateful, smile. “Yeah. Thanks for this. What do I owe you?” She joked.

But he was, as always, outside her expectations.

“A kiss will do.”

... Aaaaand her brain promptly turned to mush.

“Uh...” She stood bolt upright, all but standing at attention for him. “That...n-now?”

He only laughed. “I’m kidding. I won’t make you do something like that. Well, not in public.” A touch of naughtiness. ” Wouldn’t want a repeat of last time, now would we?” He walked off with a grin and a wave.

And Honey was left trying not to touch herself. Dammit! What’s wrong with her? Ever since then, she’d become so sensitive. Everytime he stopped she’d always recall that kiss and have to take a minute to calm herself.

The first time she’d ever masturbated had been the very night after their kiss took place. No, it couldn’t even be called just a kiss. He’d all but taken her virginity right on that table, in front of everyone, and she wasn’t sure at all if she’d have cared if he actually did.

The thought scared her. Excited her. Shamed her.

And so she touched herself. For years, she’d been a bit prudish. Refused all kinds of advanced from Will, from others. But Damien...

Just thinking about him made her body hot and sticky. It didn’t help at all that he’d only become more masculine recently. Back then, he’d been eye level with her.

Now, he was a full head taller and twice as muscular. Broad shoulders, thick arms. He was sturdy.

In Luna’s own words, “He wouldn’t need a bed or a wall, you could just straddle his waist and let him do the rest.” And since then images of doing just that haunted her dreams endlessly.

Just then, the woman herself appeared at her side and asked, quite bluntly, “What last time?”

“Nothing.” Her response came a tad too quick, she knew, but she couldn’t help it.

Luna rolled her eyes. “Fine, keep your secrets. But you better step up your game, because if you don’t bag him I will. And babe, I’ll never let him leave the bedroom.”

“Oh gods,” Her cheeks warmed. “Luna, you’re such a perv!”

The woman tsked. “You say that like your panties aren’t soaking wet right now.”

“They are not!” She hissed back low, afraid others would hear their conversation.

“Well mine are.” Luna folded her hands. “So either ask him out, or I’m going to. ”

Honey heard this wanted to get mad at her but couldn’t. “Do whatever you want, it has nothing to do with me.”

“In that case next time he comes over I’m going to invite him out back to rearrange my insides.”

“Luna!” Honey swatted at her, completely scandalized. This woman had no shame at all!”

“Do you think he’s got a big one? I bet he does.”

“How would I know anything about that? Jeez! Get back to work, already!” Honey sprang into action, making a coffee nobody ordered.

Though...maybe she should ask him out...Ah, whatever!

She’ll think about all this later.