A Demon's Regret

I crawled into bed next to (Y/N) and impulsively turned to give her a light upper back massage. I didn’t want this closeness, this bonding, to end yet, as much of a human, womanly notion as that was. Eventually we would need to sleep, and I worried that things would be changed when we woke up, as foolish and irrational as that sounded.

This was so different! My entire body felt like it was radiating, pulsing with joy. I wasn't sure if I had ever eaten so much in one sitting before! I could feel my metabolism struggling to keep up, singing happily with the need for such work, my stomach stretched taut-

(Y/N) peered at me over her shoulder. "Lay back, Andy." My eyebrows shot up in disbelief. (Y/N) was looking at me with intention, her heart was thundering, she wasn't jesting!

Just the thought that my innocent flower had such an unmatched appetite, that she would demand to ride me; ride me, after all I'd done... Immediately I began to stiffen once again.

Rarely did my women want to be on top. They were usually submissive and preferred to do very little, fancying they looked prettier on the bottom. Having any woman astride my pecker wasn't common, and I'd never had a goddess demand it after I had thought them satiated.

I caught a whiff of concern from (Y/N). I took her hand. "What worries you, my pet?"

Her big eyes were wide, and she glanced downward, shy, only to see my member fully engorged, making her blush. She surprised me by putting a hand on my chest and pushing firmly until I lay, ready and waiting.

(Y/N) looked mildly terrified as she straddled my waist, but I had already started leaking fluids, I had grown so excited! Perchance a menial, human man would have told (Y/N) there was no need to make herself uncomfortable, and snuggled her to sleep. However, there was not a chance I was going to give up an opportunity to see (Y/N) bouncing on my cock, to mark her with more of my seed!

When (Y/N) hesitated, my enthusiasm waned slightly; I would never force her. She looked at me, somewhat mortified. "I want to please you, Andy, but I'm afraid you won't like it."

I smiled at her. "I can fundamentally guarantee that if you relish it, I will as well. So you should strive to derive as much tactile and erotic pleasure as possible from every moment. Not only does it feed me, it drives me absolutely mad, it’s a form of mental, sensual gratification of its own."

My grin widened as (Y/N) reached between us to awkwardly grab the base of my shaft. I felt her move a bit to adjust into position, then slick the crown with her entrance to lubricate it. I was so eager to see her in such a fashion, I could hardly hold still! I found myself gripping her hips because I simply had to touch her.

And then… I felt the muscular walls of her warm, wet, little entrance parting just for me. Glorious! I watched her nipples tighten, feeling the zing of pleasure run through her as she fully hilted herself by shifting her weight back onto my pelvis. Her eyelids closed for a moment and I watched her full lips part just enough to let out her soft sigh when I ran my hands over her hips and fine rump.

So luscious! I shamelessly squeezed (Y/N)’s plump asscheeks with both hands, loving that I was able to, while she was enthroned on my cock. Ah! It seemed she liked my attentions, as a burst of satisfaction roared brightly through me.

Wanting to encourage her, I opted to let her know how fine my view was. “It is wicked of you to trap me thus and then do nothing. You know very well that only you can give me the release I crave from the state you’ve put me in. Come, my brazen, supple vixen,” I grinned, seeing (Y/N) was smiling at me, clearly enjoying my little sermon, “discard all useless, bashful predispositions and ride me with your full-fledged, succulent body! Feel my passion for you, woman!”

I gave (Y/N) a little nudge with my hips, and she came at me, capturing my mouth in a heated kiss that utterly stole my breath away. Not a moment later, she started working my shaft between her thighs as though she were one of my kind! I groaned into her sweet, soft lips, helpless, a slave to her clever touch.

Ah, damnation! I could feel (Y/N)’s moist, hot cunt pumping me artfully as her ripe breasts languidly kissed my chest. I moved a hand from her hip to stroke one of her pretty, little nipples; I was pleased when it contracted in my palm. Perfection!

Her neurochemicals were ricocheting around my head like stray, wild bullets, or stampeding buffalo. A glob of euphoria, or a dash of her pheromones would overwhelm me, and I would be its captive for an instant, transfixed by the purity, intensity, and faultlessness of (Y/N)’s feelings and reactions. I just wanted her to feel more good things, and always! I would lay there forever if she needed me to.

(Y/N) broke our kiss and began to moan, keeping her eyes mostly closed in concentration, her brow furrowed. I enjoyed watching; her smooth curves working over me, it was mind-boggling!

“Andy!” (Y/N) gripped my hair with one hand and stared me in the eye intensely as she rode me Hell-bent for leather! Pits!

“(Y/N)!” I couldn’t help but respond in kind, thrusting wildly upwards with my hips, even knowing I couldn’t possibly last much longer; she was too welcoming and flawless around me. Shit, I could feel that (Y/N) was nearing her climax, if I could just get her there before I burst in her delicious, little netherkitty. It would overflow with my seed, it would run down her shapely legs! MINE, (Y/N) was fucking MINE! And she loved me; she wanted to be MINE, fuck-

(Y/N)’s mouth dropped open as her snatch convulsed around me and her brain opened a veritable floodgate of intoxication. “Andy!”

(Y/N) leaned back, and the unrivalled power of her orgasm roared through me like a tornado! Ripe breasts; warm, wet, tight cunt; smooth, round ass-

I came so hard I almost blacked out. “Ughhhhhhn!”

Dimly, I recall the two of us finally curling up for the night. I had never been happier. (Y/N) had not only given me her consent, but she had given me her heart as well.

Notes

I feel I have delivered on the Andy-man smut. Nyess?