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MC & Piper at Quake
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'Oh god Chef Moore just screams I'm a douchebag pretending to be french…' I internally groan and seriously consider throwing Piper over my shoulder to carry her out of this restaurant of phoniness.
"Hello Chef Moore this is," I cut Piper off by stepping forwards and grabbing the "chef's" hand.
"I'm Jace Keller but most call me Jax, I'm here with Piper because she and her sisters's experienced a home invasion last night and it's possible that they're being targeted by the serial murder-rapist that is plaguing San Francisco as of late…I hope you won't mind my sporadic presence here today if so I can offer compensation to the restaurant." I greet the chef, while extending my right hand and forcibly clasping Chef Moore's, when he tries to pull his hand away, I unconsciously tightening my grip of his, I feel a slight change come over me, my voice sounds borderline seductive even to my own ears, while I stare into his eyes, the way the man is blushing makes me uncomfortable to say the least.
"Oh oh, you are most welcome to stay, I'd be honored to have such a valiant protector of my staff here!" The man gushes and I feel a little nauseous, and I pull my hand back, like I'd just touched a flame.
The man happily prances away and Piper siddles up beside me, "Did you just seduce Chef Moore with a handshake?!" Piper asks me with a stunned voice as she grabs my hand, a small gasp leaves her as she raises her hand and I see my dark steel colored claws dotting the ends of my fingers.
"Jax your eyes…" Piper murmurs as she reaches up to brush her right hand along my cheek as her left stays holding my hand, her fingers threading between mine.
"They're such a pretty crimson color…" Piper admires before her hand travels up to my head and her fingers brush over little horns making a loud deeply pleasured moan slip out of me.
"Oh." Piper giggles as she continues to rub my right horn, which turns me into a panting softly moaning mess.
"Pi-Piper, stop." I plead with the woman who is like a little kid playing with something that takes all of her attention, my cock rock hard and straining against my jeans throbs with every brush of her fingers against the little horns and then I feel it my tail starts wagging back and forth behind me.
'God that's uncomfortable…it'd be even worse if I had wings." I express internally, as my clothes definitely weren't designed with tail comfort in mind.
Piper giggles again and gives the left little nub of a horn a rub, as she pulls back she notices the tail with a spade end dancing back and forth, like in one of those cartoons with the Cobra dancing to the sound of music.
"So…I'm a witch and you're a demon…I really am going to hell aren't I?" Piper murmurs all enjoyment she was experiencing before evaporating in an instant as he looks down, her shoulders trembling and soon I can hear her crying.
I pull Piper into a hug, "Piper…I'm only a quarter demon if that…and there is no way heaven would ever send a beautiful angel like you to hell…not even because you sinned with a demon blooded creature…after all my mom got into heaven and she practiced all kinds of sex magic with my dad and her circle and she still got let into those pearly gates…and dear old thank God he's dead Dad was more demonic than me…it's how we treat others and ourselves that determines if we go to heaven or hell Piper and let me tell you something right now, you are going to heaven." I try to comfort and assuage Piper's fears, Piper looks up at me with watery eyes.
"How do you know that?" Piper asks me in a soft murmur, a shy but hopeful expression beginning to grow in her eyes.
"Because you're a good girl…believe me I can sense the evil in a person Piper, I always have been able to and as much as you and your sisters were absolute terrors to me growing up, but there was never even a drop of evil in you or them…and there never will be." I continue to reassure but Piper gets a bit of a put out expression on her face.
"I can be a bad girl…" Piper murmurs and pouts at me, making me chuckle.
"Piper, even when you're your version of a bad bad girl, you're still a good girl…and your good deeds far outweigh any minorly bad ones you've ever done…except for maybe melting my Optimus Prime action figure by sticking him in the microwave, because I criticized your cupcakes like you asked me to when we I was nine…" I continue to comfort Piper while teasing her a little.
I release a pained mournful sigh. "I worked so hard mowing lawns to buy that toy for myself…it was really a heart breaking ordeal for me…when you melted him." I continue to say to Piper when Optimus prime is mentioned Piper gives me a sheepish mischievous expression.
"I guess I have to make up for melting your toy then don't I?" Piper asks me, her eyes narrowing slightly and I can see the mischief in her eyes growing.
"How about when we get home tonight…you put on something really sexy and model for me a bit before I take you anyway I want you." I lean in and tease Piper, making her let out a little squeak of surprise as she nods in total subservience.
Feeling the urge to tease her a little more, I brush my lips along her ear, "That's my good girl." I murmur in Piper's ear and grab her ass.
"Jace, noo not here!" Piper breaths out in a gasp making me chuckle again this time though it comes out husky and full of desire, though since Piper used Jace instead of Jax I know she's deadly serious about nothing happening here at Quake.
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Sitting down at the bar Chef Moore quickly comes over to me, "I'm quite relieved that Miss Halliwell brought someone with her, though I wish the circumstances to why were better, as I'd prefer to sample her dish and have someone taste test it privately…not so that she can keep her modesty if it turns out horrid, but so my and my restaurant's reputation will not be tarnished." The urge to punch this fake Frenchman's lights out are almost too much to resist.
I stomach the pompous man's prattling on as he plies me with top shelf booze, as Chef Moore begins becoming too much I'm relieved as Piper struts out of the kitchen with two plates of fancy dish she's made, as Piper sets it down in front of me and Chef Moore.
Piper stabs a fork into a piece of pasta and maybe chicken garnished in a wine sauce, Piper cups her hand underneath the fork and brings it to my face, I open my mouth as a burst of flavor rockets over my tongue making me snap my eyes shut and moan from the biteful of food.
'Whoa, this is…amazing!' I internally express, as I take my time and savor every bite.
"It is acceptable." My eyes snap open and I pin the man with a glare.
"I mean it's manifeque!" Chef Moore quickly changes his mind and embellishes on the quality of the food.
"Welcome to Quake Miss Halliwell I know my restaurant will flourish with you here." Chef Moore proudly boasts.
"Piper you know I'm not really a foodie, as you know I'm just fine eating microwave dinners as I am going to a restaurant...but with that being said...this was probably the best thing I've eaten excluding whatever else you've cooked for me."
"Thank you Jax." Piper replies to me with a happy smile on her face as she bats her pretty eyes at me.
'That look is dangerous...' I internally complain even as I smile smirk at Piper, who knows exactly how dangerous batting her eyes can be for a man.
"Miss, Chef Halliwell I must insist that you make this dish later today for the cuisine critic that will be dining here tonight." Chef Moore interrupts and I can hear the jealousy in his voice at my attention being solely on Piper.
'Blegh.' I gag in my mind at the gay man's attention.
"Okay, I'll be back in an hour or so gotta go get the supply to fix the door frame and reinforce it...but you should be fine here..." I say to Piper as I stand up from the barstool and cup her cheek with my right hand, Piper leans into the touch.
"Mmm, hurry back." Piper murmurs and kisses my wrist getting a shocked gasp from Chef Moore.
"Ye-yes hurry back...such a fine specimen will attract more conesurers." Chef Moore claps his hands together and Piper separates from me, taking the empty plates into the kitchen, while I head for the door.