A Demon's Regret
I scrubbed gently at Andy’s back with my soapy puff, both admiring him and also incredibly joyful that he looked so healthy and strong again. Curious, I ran my hand along the top of the base of his tail. When my fingers reached the more delicate skin of the underside, I felt Andy tense as he stilled abruptly.
Experimentally, I caressed the relatively fragile area with my fingertips. Hearing Andy exhale sharply, I applied modest pressure and started to massage the muscles of his tail through the soft skin. Andy groaned before turning to face me, looking conflicted.
“Please, mistress, no.” I noticed Andy had a hard-on that I could tell, even in the shower, was already was weeping precum! Wow, that spot was really something!
“I, I’m sorry-“ Was it like a prostate or something?
Andy leaned against the tiled wall, and eyed me like lunchmeat. “Nmmnn…” His bright, cat-like eyes traveled down, then up my form, and he slowly broke out in a lustful, toothy grin.
I moved to cover myself, but Andy made a displeased grunt and scowled, so I put my arms back at my sides, and let him continue ogling me. He licked his lips and nodded. “Good... Take pity and let the old tom watch you bathing, my pet.”
I blushed and turned, having to bend to get the face wash. When I stood back up, I saw Andy was lazily pleasuring himself as he leered at me. He smirked lecherously. “I cannot resist. You are so sweet in your innocence. Your touch aroused me, but the sight of you keeps me so. I require relief from such a heavenly vision.”
It hurt me to watch him wince every time he stroked over his wound, to see blood seeping out around his fist. I shook my head, worried. “It can wait, Andy! Teenage boys have to wait all the time; you’ll survive. I almost lost you just now, and I don’t want you to die from some penis-infection because you humped the bed!” I smacked lightly at his wang-stroking hand, watching, rapt, as his engorged cock sprung loose. I remembered how it had felt, filling my mouth to discomfort. How would it feel…there? It was so nice-
Andy’s deep voice cut into my thoughts. “Does it tempt you? Does some part of you actually wish to feel it in your most sacred place?” Andy paused. “I want nothing more in life than to feel you climax as I fill you with my seed.” His eyes burned into me.
I just looked at him, paralyzed. Lust slowed my reflections. Though he looked outwardly cocky, I sensed an undercurrent of desperate hope, perhaps even fear. Did Andy still think I didn’t find him desirable?
I realized I had hesitated too long. “Um, you’re wounded. A human with that kind of wound would take weeks to-“ I felt the water start to get cold. “-Hold that thought, the hot water is running out. Wash your face really quick.”
Once we were finished toweling off, I moved to the bedroom to put on some pajamas, but Andy stopped me gently. “You were discussing healing. I can heal this easily, if I eat.”
I groaned. “That’s how you got into this mess in the first place, Andy!”
Andy smiled, and it was so beautiful, I had to sit down on the bed for a moment. “Aye. But not everything I eat must come from giving you sexual pleasure, my sweet peach. As we discussed, why don’t you allow me to apply lotion to you, and give you a massage? You’d be allowing me to mend more quickly, my queen. Let me serve you with my body.”
I had to admit, when Andy said, ‘let me serve you with my body,’ I got so hot and bothered I was afraid I was going to worsen global warming specifically in the state of Ohio. “Ok.” I went back in the bathroom to fetch some lotion, a little surprised that Andy followed me.
As soon as I’d found the bottle, Andy plucked it out of my hands. “Just relax. Allow me to spoil you, (Y/N).”
Andy rubbed large amounts of lotion all over me, I couldn’t believe how much he was using! “Andy! You’re wasting-“
Andy lightly smacked my bottom with his tail. “-Hush! I shall pamper you if it pleases me to do so, and it just so happens that it does. If you are concerned about monies for more balm, then I will give you more. I have plenty. How much does it cost, in American dollars, the best lotion one can buy?”
I had no idea. I didn’t know a lot about beauty products, and it was hard to think with Andy touching me so tenderly. “I… I dunno. That feels good.”
Andy chuckled above my ear. “It tastes even better, trust me, you are divine. Lift your arms?” He massaged ridiculous amounts of lotion into my arms, purring to himself happily.
“This is good, this is fun! You must never run out of salve, (Y/N)! Would you be able to go to a retailer tomorrow, to fetch more? I will give you American dollars. Here.” Andy pointed at the sink counter, and several piles of money appeared with a slight puff of char.
I jumped a bit, shocked. “Shit, Andy, that’s yours, you don’t need to do that! Keep it, you-“
Andy snorted. “-I have no need of it, nor any use for it. Take it, to buy unguents, or other things to indulge yourself with. Spread these lovely legs a bit, if you would?”
The feeling of Andy’s strong hands working the lotion into my skin was delightful. He paused at my buttocks, squeezing one fondly. “You have an incredible backside. The way it curves gives me wickedly lewd thoughts, indeed. Indeed… Nevertheless, um…” He cleared his throat. “Do you have a spare, clean hand towel?”
I brought him a hand towel, and he diligently set to work, carefully wiping off all of the excess lotion. I was shocked at how soft my skin felt. “Wow!”
Andy looked pleased with himself, and I could hear him purring from almost three feet away. “Recline, my dear, give it a moment to set in. We are not finished quite yet. You still require your daily massage. I’m going to the balcony to have a cigarette, but do not fear: I will wear gloves so that I do not soil your delicate skin with toxin-covered hands.”
Andy ran a hand through his hair nervously. “May I beg a kiss before my lips are befouled and unworthy of your touch?”
I smiled and moved closer, resting a hand on Andy’s shoulder. After what we had done earlier, I felt like I shouldn’t be shy about facing him, nude, but I was, and profoundly. But as I looked up into his strange, dilated, cat-like pupils, I felt myself relax. Everything was as it should be. I closed my eyes, and when I felt Andy’s lips press against mine, as his talented tongue entered my mouth, some final cog clicked into place, and I suddenly felt unsteady with the realization.
I loved him. Andy had gotten what he wanted, probably what he really came for. I was in love with a demon.
Uh-oh! (Y/N) just realized she has the L-feelings for Andy-man! And she hasn't even boned him yet!