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A Demon's Regret


I showered, enjoying the smells of (Y/N) that lingered over everything she had touched; how the shampoo and conditioner reminded me of her. Sweet and fresh like the fruit that one could buy from stands on the roadside during summertime, when my ladyloves would take me out for drives.

When I was finished showering, I luxuriated in the feeling of her towel against my skin, knowing (Y/N) had used the same one earlier that morning. She had rubbed it against her smooth, damp breasts, used it to dry her moist crease. Now, I used the very same soft cloth to towel off my back and chest, to dry my balls and, quickly, my shaft. If I lingered, I knew I’d make another mess. Already I felt myself starting to rouse at thoughts of (Y/N) again, and I needed to keep myself under control, she’d barely even left!

I sat and ate some cooled waffles, making a bit of a muddle, but enjoying them. I soon realized that spending myself on (Y/N)’s bed, while getting nothing in return (being alone; pleasing no one), had made me quite a bit hungrier than I had been beforehand. I’d have to be careful and not lose self-restraint again, or I’d be ravenous again by the time (Y/N) returned home. I should have known better than to masturbate when I was already fairly lean and had barely just managed to fill my stomach! It seemed I'd lost my head entirely...

I washed my hands and decided to begin the process of the day’s work. It would lead to me dealing with the mess in the bedroom along the way eventually. I should go through every single thing that (Y/N) owned. At the very least, since I was having an off day, I needed to skim through everything, and I opted for that.

In (Y/N)’s main room, I went through her bookshelves. You could tell a lot about someone by her books. Her accounting books were boring, and I skipped them. She had graphic novels, sci-fi, fantasy, and art books, however, and I made a mental note to inspect those further tomorrow. I was especially pleased that she had a fondness for Brom; I was very fond of his work too. She had a small collection of what looked like gargoyle and demon statuettes throughout the bookshelf, which tickled me pink!

The second bedroom looked virtually unused, with a small twin bed looking untouched. I resolved, most definitely, to fuck (Y/N) in it at some point, as a matter of course. There was a nice TV, and a collection of DVDs on another bookshelf. Hmm... looked like mostly fantasy and horror. Intrigued, I inspected further. Oooh…(Y/N) had every single Hellraiser! Good girl. I hummed happily. They may not all be great cinema, but something about having them all pleased me immensely.

Also on the bookshelf were some other odds and ends. Boxes of fountain pen ink, and leather binders full of demonstrators, just as (Y/N) had said! It felt wrong to eye such beauties without her there to show them off to me, so I reluctantly put the fountain pens down with a whine, next to a selection of glass jellyfish, and above a bunch of old, empty, metal lunchboxes. Odd and quirky, kind of… what was the word? Eccentric? Eclectic might have been better.

I noticed (Y/N) had few pictures of her family. I spotted one that looked like her as the maid of honor, next to her sister in her wedding dress. Oh my, her sister had made a beautiful bride, my poor (Y/N)!

I had a funny feeling for a moment. It felt vaguely like I was nauseated, but it was in my chest. It happened again when I looked at the photo of (Y/N) and her sister. I wasn’t prone to heartburn, but then again, I didn’t usually eat human food… After a moment, I deduced it was coming from my conscience! It was the human morals acting up again, that was all! I was getting upset that I had personally seen to it that (Y/N) would never be the happy bride herself.

Once I identified the problem, I reasoned to myself that it was easily swept aside. (Y/N) was an adult, well over a quarter of a century old. She was practically a spinster, especially by the standards of yesteryear. She had been made well aware of the consequences, and made her own decision. That she still ran from me afterwards was what was truly puzzling. Though she had accepted my kiss goodbye without complaint…

(Y/N) had some pictures of pets (cats, I noted, with approval), but I did not see any pets present in the actual apartment. I wondered if she was lonely? Would she like a cat? Did that mean she liked cats in general, or had these died? Did that make it more likely that she liked me?

I was irritated. I felt like I’d done nothing to learn about what (Y/N) truly loved! I wanted to sweep her off her feet and draw her to me, and all I’d done was ejaculate on her bed and rip her sheet apart. What was happening to me, anyway? Was I… getting old? Losing my touch? Was that why (Y/N) didn’t want me in that way?

The anxiety was making it impossible to concentrate! I had yet to go through her bedroom, bathrooms, or kitchen, but I was feeling overwhelmed. I put some pants on, then went out to the balcony for a cigarette. I was able to pull them from my realm, but it cost energy, and it made me even hungrier. Fuck it; I was so stressed! I left the pack at my side and just sat, smoking on (Y/N)’s balcony, with my head in my hands, feeling like a failure.


Poor demon-Andy! He's just a mess!



I try! ;3


Working on it! <3

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I hope you're feeling better!

Naughty Naughty Naughty! :)

Merelan Merelan

Oh, coolness... can't wait to read that chapter! :)

Merelan Merelan


I know, right? Haha! I think it might be even fluffier than my Santa oneshot. But never fear- I never provide fluff unbalanced by filth. Heh.

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