A Demon's Regret
I held the washcloth to my face, feeling my cheekbones protruding more than they should, and quickly ran through my options in my head. I had thought long and hard about the situation while I was on the balcony. I had known that, as one of my kind, it weakened me to have unfulfilled cravings of my own. On a much smaller scale, I’d felt energy being sapped from me on occasion before now. But now, I coveted (Y/N) so badly, I was afraid it might literally be the end of me if I didn’t either get what I wanted or leave and feed somewhere else, and soon.
But I had decided that leaving wasn’t an option. (Y/N) was MINE, I had to have her. My instinct told me that, deep down, she truthfully wanted me. Surely I hadn't lost my ability to read women so completely that I was wrong? I just had to get her consent, somehow help her let go of the foolish notion she had that she wasn't worthwhile.
I had already abased myself before her. Perhaps if I showed her how vulnerable I had become, she would part her luscious thighs for me? Human women often liked a touch of sensitivity in a man. I resolved to try it. It was all I had left, I could feel myself growing faint from the hunger.
I handed (Y/N) the washcloth and gave her a wide-eyed look. “I ask that you hear me out, as unbelievable as you may find my explanation. I’m in quite a predicament, and I am wholly at your mercy, my sweet siren.”
(Y/N) looked concerned as she took the washcloth and nodded for me to continue. I sighed, thinking through my words carefully. I had to make them count, I had the feeling time was short. “I know you think the compliments I give you are false, that my praise is some sort of treachery or ‘bullshit.’ That is not the case, unfortunately for me.”
(Y/N) raised a defiant eyebrow, but I raised a finger and cut her off, out of time for an argument. “-I can tell because I can, after a fashion, sense a few of your emotions, sometimes the heart of your thoughts, because your feelings are so potent, (Y/N). They are fiercer, deeper, and stronger than any woman I’ve ever met. It is most revealing when we are touching.”
(Y/N)’s mouth opened in disbelief. I thought for a moment, struggling for an example she might recall. Ah! “It’s how I knew you wanted a cigarette, when we met.” Her eyes widened. I pointed at her. “You are starting to believe me now.” Both of her eyebrows shot up. Good, I was making progress!
“My point is that I give flattering remarks that are truthful. I don’t know how to prove that, so I hope you will just believe me. I haven’t said many of the things I’ve said to you to any other woman, ever, because I am completely captivated by you, (Y/N). I came to you, starving, and you really are the most delectable woman I’ve ever encountered.”
I was so famished, my stomach rumbled. I stood just to be a little closer to (Y/N), and my voice rose just a little. I was ravenous! It was painful now, a dull ache. “While your kisses are powerful and help to stave off the hunger, my desire to take you as a man is driving me crazy, (Y/N)! After you left, I was driven to pleasuring myself!”
Now I was angry at myself all over again. I scowled. “Do you know how humiliating that is, for my kind to masturbate? That was meant for you, I wanted, desperately, to fill you with my seed, and you don’t even want me, (Y/N)! You refuse me! You signed a contract and yet you spurn my advances!”
I was shocked to realize I was almost shouting and my eyes were filling with tears. Embarrassed, I calmed my tail and took a breath, feeling even weaerk after my ridiculous tantrum. I glanced at (Y/N), who just looked shocked. I soldiered on, ashamed. “I apologize. I just, I don’t even remember the last time I engaged in such behavior. And it took so much energy, made me so incredibly hungry again. So hungry.”
I sat down on the closed toilet seat, no longer able to stand easily. It took a moment for me to focus on what I needed to say. At least the pain from my belly was fading. “Also..."
What was I talking about? All I could focus on was how I longed for (Y/N) and how much she didn't want me. I closed my eyes to rest for just a moment.
"Andy?" I felt (Y/N)'s touch on my hand, she was worried, suddenly terrified. I opened my eyes with an effort and made myself grasp her hand firmly. Ah! The joy she felt at my touch, it ran through my whole body! I squeezed it gratefully for a moment before letting go and sitting up a little straighter.
"I am desire demon, (Y/N). It is draining for me to have such a powerful, unfulfilled wish of my own. Every moment that passes, the more I get to know you, the more I covet your carnal embrace, to pleasure your body with mine, (Y/N)! Yet the more time that goes by without that happening, without some other, significant way for me to feed, I’m being drained dry. It is why I look so... haggard.”
I frowned as I stared at my feet. “(Y/N), I’m am afraid I will die if you don’t want me.” Indeed. I wasn’t lying; I was quite concerned. Even if I could, I knew I would never leave to go feed elsewhere; though, why, I couldn’t say. And how could she possibly want me in this state?
What do you think? Is this the end for Andy-man?