Mercutio the Tiefling: Part One (special preview)

I went by his shop that evening after work. It was growing dark out, but he had left a candle in his window. As I walked inside, I could hear him working in the back room. The front room was filled with shoes, several small shelves showed off his work as well as old tools that decorated the wall. 

“Lock that door behind you, would ya?” Tyrone called from the back.

I smirked to myself. “How do you know who is here?” 

“I don’t, just hoping I’m lucky this time.”

I turned the lock on the door then made my way into the back room where his workshop was. There, under the light of a lantern I saw him standing there with his shirt was off while he mopped himself off with a towel. I was unprepared and readily willing. 

“Sorry,” he laughed. “It was hot today.” He laid the towel aside and reached for his shirt. “I didn’t want to be too gross when you showed up.”

“It’s alright.” I stepped into the workshop with an idea already in my mind. “It would be a shame for you to put that shirt back on though. No sense in it if you already cleaned yourself up.” His skin was dewy from the quick wash of water. As my fingers brushed up his side I could see his breath shuddering.

“I think you just like looking.” He dropped his shirt back down. 

“Says the man who keeps coming into the store just to gawk.” I look up at him through my lashes. “I came here because I wanted to see more of you, all of you hopefully.”

Tyrone chuckled as his hand grabbed around my waist. “You can look. But you should know there is more reason to why I wanted you over?”

“Really?” My tail was stroking up the back of his leg. “Are you planning to kidnap me and sell me away?”

“Of course not,” he scoffed. He cupped his hands around my face and rubbed his thumb to my lips. “I like you, so very much. You’re so beautiful and bright, I find myself grinning like an idiot when I’m around you.”

My tail worked it away around his thigh, squeezing it and brushing against his crotch. “I’ve noticed,” I moaned breathlessly.

“This won’t be some quick one night fling,” he told me as a warning. “This will be for as long as you can stand me sort of thing.”

I chomped down on my bottom lip. “I’m ok with that.”

“Your tail,” he moaned.