A Demon's Regret

I ran back to the kitchen to unplug the waffle iron I had forgotten, turned on the fan in the stove hood, grabbed the stepstool from the closet, silenced the fire alarm, opened the door to the balcony, and then put the stepstool away, all while intermittently reassuring Ash and Andy that everything was fine and that, no, I did not need help. Once I was done, I noticed the sound of conversation drifting from the guestroom. Curious, I tried to sneak up close enough to listen, but I was apparently no match for Ash’s uncanny senses. There was a pause, then, “we’re not fighting, (Y/N).” Somewhat embarrassed at being caught, I walked into the room with flaming cheeks.

Though neither one looked relaxed or comfortable, there was no sign of the raging hostility I’d feared. Really the most noticeable thing about the situation was that Ashley’s tail was considerably matted from sitting on it for so long. I stared at them both, openly suspicious that one or the other of them was about to throw a tantrum.

Andy was the first to speak. Turning back to Ash, he cleared his throat, “well, brother, as I said, I owe you a great deal of thanks. I can never truly repay you, but I shall attempt to do so with the utmost sincerity.” Andy stood rigidly still and extended his still-bloody hand.

After only a second or two of hesitation, Ash took the few steps necessary to skip Andy’s hand and clasp his forearm instead. Ash’s massive arm wobbled a bit when Andy reciprocated. “You’re welcome.” I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “You can start by not telling anyone I let myself go for a few months.” He smiled awkwardly at Andy, clearly uncomfortable with the fact that he was actually being totally serious.

Andy nodded solemnly, “I swear it.”

With that, Ash turned to me with open arms. “Do I get a goodbye hug?” I didn’t miss the sound of Andy’s tail cracking like a whip as Ash and I shared a completely platonic hug, though Andy didn’t say anything out loud. After a quick squeeze, I pulled away, feeling self-conscious about tearing up a bit.

Ash just smiled, his brown eyes warm. “What’s 6 inches long, 2 inches wide, and drives women wild?” I shrugged. “A hundred dollar bill!” I laughed, briefly closing my eyes, and when I opened them again, Ash was gone.

I turned to Andy, my first impulse to fly into his arms for comfort at having bid my constant companion of the last 14 weeks goodbye. However, once the trickles of blood on his palms caught my eye, my concern for his wellbeing took precedence. Though it took some coaxing, I was able to get him to explain what had happened to his hands and knees, undress, and lie down on my bed so I could tend to his wounds.

Carefully I tweezed the shards of glass from his hands and knees before applying bactine and a few butterfly strips. After an initial fussy protest, Andy quickly grew complacent and lay obediently, purring and clearly enjoying the attention I was glad to give.

As I returned to the bedroom after putting all my supplies away, I found Andy sitting up and smiling widely. It finally began to set in that he had come back, we were together again, and that the impossible had somehow come together and worked out. “Snuggle with me, mistress?” It was like a beautiful fairytale as we fell into each other’s arms, laying together on the bed with legs entwined and foreheads touching. The rumble of his purr reverberated in his chest, lulling me further into dreamlike contentment.

After some time of holding each other, Andy slid his hand under the hem of my shirt to press softly against my back. I chuckled lazily, “didn’t take you very long to put the moves on me, Andy-man.”

I had intended it as a joke, but he immediately withdrew his hand and pulled back from me. His expression was worried, “sincerest apologies, beloved. Though I was only aware of an intention to feel your skin against mine, I fear you must surely be correct. Though my heart suffered the greatest at being parted from you for so long, my loins also pined for…” he trailed off, sounding ashamed. “I’m so sorry.”

The combination of tenderness and suppressed desire in his words started to turn me on. I shook my head, “don’t be.” Too shy to say what I was thinking, I went for the direct route. It took some shuffling, but I managed to shuck my clothes off. I felt self-conscious as I did it, but the beat of my pounding heart drove me through my insecurity.

Andy watched me the whole time. His expression was conflicted, but grew more heated as I removed my underthings. Once I lay back down against him, leaving us bare to each other, I could feel his penis stiffening against me, just as I could feel the eager wetness between my legs.

After quickly adjusting himself, he put his arm around me again and slid his hand from the small of my back to in between my shoulder blades. “You’re are dazzling to behold, my empress. It is impossible not to stare, to drink you in with my eyes.” His claws pricked lightly against my skin.Though I could feel his erection getting harder against me, he kept his clear blue, feline eyes on mine. “I missed you so much; I have never felt such profound misery. It was agony to be apart from you.”

I hadn’t been intimate with anyone in months, and some of my shyness had returned. I felt heat in my cheeks as I averted my eyes, burned by the intensity of his gaze. “I missed you too, everyday. Um, and every night too.”

Andy started twirling a lock of my hair around his long fingers. “Have I not told you that I am vain? That depriving me of your gaze is as denying water to a man dying of thirst?” Once I looked up at him again, he grinned cheekily, his fangs on display. “Though, of course, it does not please me to hear you have suffered in any way, I confess a certain degree of satisfaction and pride to know you care so greatly.”

I couldn’t help but smile back as I gave a little shrug. “I love you.”

His eyes sparkled, and I felt his dick twitch against me. “As I love you, my pet.” Impulsively, I reached for his cock and gave it a light squeeze, relishing the feel of it. Warm, with soft skin and an already generous firmness underneath. It throbbed in response to my touch.

I didn’t get a reaction I could have expected, however. Andy’s mouth fell open and his eyes widened. “(Y/N)!” He looked legitimately scandalized as he glanced down at my hand on him in seeming disbelief, though he didn’t move my hand or pull away.

Confused and embarrassed, I let go. “I, uh-“

Andy looked even more puzzled than I did, “is snuggling not free of sexual contact?” He studied my face for a moment, “why are you upset?” Then he pouted a little, “I didn’t mean to get an erection! I told you I was sorry; please don’t tease me!”

I put my arm around him and gave his back a reassuring scratch. He responded by holding me more tightly, his expression still concerned. That close, the smell of him was delicious. I spoke softly in his ear, “I wasn’t teasing; I’m turned on.”

Andy moved back a ways again and raised an eyebrow, still clearly bewildered, “I know, mistress, but I thought perhaps we are meant to ignore such things when snuggling. You broke the rules!”

I chuckled. How he was, in some ways, so naïve, when he was so many centuries old, was beyond me. “I was trying to transition from snuggling to, you know, sexy-type stuff.”

Comprehension dawned and he nodded as he began to purr again. “That explains why you are so very aroused. May I kiss you, then?”

Notes

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I'm sorry I've been so ill and intermittently unable to write- I hope to improve soon.