A Demon's Regret
As I lay with (Y/N)’s head upon my chest, I realized, to my surprise, that my belly was nicely full. No wonder I felt so content and comfortable!
Incredible, though… I’d never heard of such a thing. I’d have had to fuck the average sad-sack Sally for hours, possibly all night, for that to have happened!
Generally, it just worked out that the misery that came after I left fed me so much better. The impassioned mourning of my loss was stronger… thicker.
But (Y/N) seemed to feel everything so incredibly powerfully; I didn’t even have to get her off to eat! I was having trouble understanding her, she was so different…
On the one hand, it seemed that pleasing me brought her actual physical arousal. On the other, she also seemed to respond to mere flirtations, what I called the ‘girlfriend’ activities, with gusto.
That massage, for instance. Her brain had blossomed for me, a savory bouquet, and now my stomach was no longer empty. Intimate and romantic, yes, but not sexual.
Well. That meant I would absolutely be lotioning (Y/N) after all her showers. Furthermore, I would massage her every damned night, after her hard day’s work, if it would let me feel so satiated as this. Her flavor was fantastic!
It did please me to have my hands on (Y/N)’s body in some way. Her breasts were not too large, with nipples that simply begged for attention. I enjoyed the softness of her hips, how they flowed smoothly into the curves of her ample ass.
(Y/N) had the classic, hourglass figure. It was my absolute favorite. Though it wasn’t as popular anymore in modern media, I couldn’t have cared less. I had decided, from being inside hundreds of thousands of women, I had a slight bias. I liked to see something soft jiggle a little when women screamed my name. I felt like that had a certain stylistic flare, a certain je ne sais quoi. Often, those areas could also pull double-duty as handles…
I hummed to myself, thinking of (Y/N) in such a position for me. I had to admit, the point was bothering me, getting under my skin. (Y/N) might be mine, but she had, technically, purposefully or not, rebuffed my sexual advances.
I couldn’t remember the last time that had happened, but it certainly hadn’t been a prey item that had done it. If anything about this little dalliance ever got out, I would be mocked mercilessly for millennia. I knew that wasn’t (Y/N)’s intention, she reeked of innocence, but she would ruin me for eternity, mine or not, if she refused me again and it was discovered.
I contemplated waking (Y/N) up with seduction; kisses in between her thighs. The familiar, growing pressure at my groin told me that was an excellent idea. Her sweet, hot little tongue had provided the best of oral services, it was true. But I wanted to take her womanhood, coat her womb with my seed. Mark her there, her most sacred place, where lovers join and life is made, as mine, forever, as well. Sterile or not, I still had the animalistic urge.
I could still smell the residue of her desire, her pheromones wafted, calling out to me. There were thoughts too, stirring in her sleep, the transfer was even solidifying further between the lobes of her brain. MINE. Andy, (Y/N) wanted Andy. Andy wanted you too, my little rose.
My hand drifted across her smooth stomach, and I felt my balls tighten. Ragnarok, how I wanted to sow my cursed oats in that molten, wet, little slit! I could smell it from here, every now and then twitching deep inside, presumably when images of me passed through her dreams. Delicious! The temptation-
I hesitated, feeling suddenly vaguely uncomfortable. Why?
Shit! Shit, shit, shit! It was my stupid conscience! I couldn’t make myself do it! Damn it to the deepest pits, where the hell hounds could rip my pathetic morals out and eat them! I didn’t want them! Human, womanly, effeminate garbage! I never asked for this!
Fuck! As gently as I could, I disengaged from (Y/N) and rolled over, miserable. I curled into a cranky, fetal ball, wrapping my tail around me for comfort. Horrible, human women! Even a thousand years ago, I surely would not have had this problem!
I willed my cursed erection to go away and decided to think no longer on (Y/N) this evening. She was a conundrum, true, but I might as well rest my mind. The whole transaction had gone very far from according to plan and I was a bit tired. Perhaps I did not require much sleep in the strictest sense, but it definitely did me good when I got it. And tomorrow, I had a lot of work to do.
But I started to get cold from where I had rolled in my pout. Guiltily, I rolled over, closer to (Y/N), just to keep warm. I noticed she had grown cold as well, and pulled a blanket over us both. For just a moment, I let myself enjoy the deep, velvety, slightly floral smell of her hair. I touched one of the soft locks against the pillow. Her whole body really smelled wonderful to me; so clean. It was good to lay with a partner again, and (Y/N) was enchanting. As I finally drifted off, I decided that, despite the difficulties, I had been very lucky to have reached her before any of the others. (Y/N) was MINE now, my treasure to keep, forever.
I wonder how things will go from here? Any speculations?
...I know the answer already. ;3
Side-note: I have a new, very different story, in which I've shot Andy into outerspace. I figured I should, because no one ever does, so I felt like someone should do it. It's really just getting started, but check it out sometime: