A Demon's Bargain

I pulled my gloves off, set them on a side table by the balcony, and winked into (Y/N)’s bedroom. I quickly shed my pants, nursing a dim hope that seeing me unclothed might tip the balance in favor of temptation.

Instantly, upon seeing (Y/N)’s enticing, nude form on her bed, I felt my own carnal desires stir, insistent and impatient. I had to make a considerable effort not to frown at what I knew I couldn’t have. That was quite abnormal for me, to get excited at the mere sight of a woman; I’d seen so many unclothed women before. They were generally about as stimulating as a good, sturdy pair of socks, until I started to work on them and they started feeding me, giving me something to actually get enthusiastic about.

But (Y/N) was different. Different from all save one, my mind added, unwelcome. Now that I’d made the connection, I was struggling with it.

I could see the resemblance in her face, her round breasts, and the curves of her hips. (Y/N) had a few little freckles and birthmarks, where Lola had had none, of course… And (Y/N) had a cute, little belly button at her navel, where Lols had just had a mark.

I realized the similarity made me want (Y/N) even more, and I felt discomfort at the idea. My mind raced. Should I say something, tell (Y/N)? What if (Y/N) was a recent descendant, what if Lola was her mother, or grandmother?

I reasoned that it was far more likely that Lola was a distant relation, and (Y/N) wouldn’t even recognize her name. It would probably just be hurtful, or (Y/N) would think I was out of my mind. I couldn’t abide the thought of anything coming between us. Especially not when she still, even now, resisted me.

She apparently still had no desire for the full extent of my services. Though that stung more than I cared to admit, I couldn’t remember any woman, human or not, having resisted me for so long. I had to force myself to try and let it go. I refused to let my wounded pride get in the way of relishing the rest of the joys (Y/N) was offering me willingly. Tasting that vanilla flavor again had been the greatest thrill I’d felt in centuries.

I approached (Y/N) slowly, peckish, but wary of the effects of the tar and nicotine from my cigarette on her flesh. “I fear the effects of the toxins on your skin. Though I don’t enjoy disturbing your sweet repose, I admit I am only passing familiar with the practice of tooth brushing. May I beg assistance?” I was a bit embarrassed. Surely (Y/N) thought me a barbarian, but demons usually just-

She giggled, and it tinkled through me delightfully. “Sure! Do you want to use my toothbrush or do you want your own?”

I followed her to the bathroom, but was horrified at the suggestion of sharing. “I cannot contaminate your toothbrush! Please, do you have a standby, for polluted mouths?”

(Y/N) reached behind the mirror, into the medicine cabinet, and opened a brand new package. “This one can be yours.”

Ah! My very own toothbrush! I eyed it appreciatively. It was a nice, strong, bright plastic, with many soft bristles. Several were of a different color, though I wasn't certain what that signified. “I am eternally grateful, mistress.”

(Y/N) smiled, fetching her own toothbrush. “First, you apply toothpaste.” I watched her take a tube of oral lubricant and daub some onto her toothbrush. She offered me the little sachet.

I hesitated. “I beg a moment, let me cleanse my hands?” I held my new toothbrush with my tail and worked the faucet, then pumped the soap dispenser and washed my hands as humans often did. When they were sodden at the finish, I was frustrated with their dampness. I briefly ignited them to dry, giving off a bit of steam, making (Y/N) smile. Beautiful!

I grasped my toothbrush in one hand and applied some of the minty-smelling mouth emollient to it before handing the packet back to (Y/N), who nodded in approval. “Now, don’t let the paste fall off, and brush gently. Mostly up and down is best, not side-to-side. But in circles is all right, if you absolutely must. You want to get the front, the back, and even the biting surface. Like this.” I watched (Y/N) as she brushed. Hmmm…

I put the toothbrush in my mouth, determined that, if up and down was best, I should strive for it at all times, to impress (Y/N). I found I was forced to use some circling motions in order to move to additional areas, despite my best intentions.

(Y/N) spat her toothpaste out into the sink with finality. “Close your mouth when you brush, mine was only open to demonstrate.” I nodded, relieved. The dental paste had begun to fall out of my mouth and onto my chest, which I hadn’t thought was the norm.

“And don’t swallow the toothpaste; it’s not good for you. At least it’s not good for humans, I can’t imagine it’s good for you either.” I nodded to show I was paying attention, concentrating on my technique as I made an effort for the final area: the inside surface. It was exceedingly difficult! What an abysmal idea! The strain! I had to resort to circling several times, much to my chagrin.

“When you are finished, spit it out into the sink. Often, I will swish with water, to get it all out.” I watched (Y/N) gargle with water, making a sound much like the mating call of the yngraxid, and had to struggle not to laugh. Shortly, I spat and followed suit, answering with my own call.

(Y/N) misinterpreted why I was smiling, and patted me on the arm. I sensed she thought I was proud of myself, and that she was congratulating me. Though that wasn’t false, I had also been foolishly musing that I hoped she was charmed by my silly, bestial bellowing, since my standard repertoire hadn’t quite been enough!

“Then I usually just rinse my toothbrush off and put it away.” I rinsed my toothbrush, but then looked at her questioningly. I did not know where these devices were kept in her household.

(Y/N) smiled. “It can live with mine, silly.” She took it from me and stuck it in a little slot, next to hers, by the sink.

(Y/N) blushed, and I detected her embarrassment. “The truth is that I often brush my teeth in the shower, too. Just because, you know, otherwise, I forget to do it. So this set is for when I remember to do it at night. I have a whole different set for showers. If you want, you can have a shower toothbrush too.”

I was too self-conscious to admit that my kind didn’t generally brush their teeth. We didn’t need to, our bodies worked differently from humans. I could just roast all the problems out of my mouth, generally speaking. If one of us had dental issues, it was from fighting, and we tried to avoid that. I had only cleaned my mouth with paste just now because (Y/N) was special, and I wasn’t sure that the flames had purged all the toxins. I didn’t think they could, at least, not without either setting her apartment on fire, or attracting a lot of attention…

I smiled as (Y/N) wiped the oral lubricant that had dripped from my mouth onto my chest off with a washcloth. “I do not require another toothbrush, my lady. However, you still need a massage, and now I am fit to provide you with one, if I may?”

(Y/N) looked demurely at our feet, and if she were any other woman, the signals her body was giving off would have been the clear indication to forget about the massage. And yet, she just nodded, with a faint blush. I actually had to bite down on the very inside of my lip to stop the impulse to grab (Y/N) and take her against the bathroom counter: her heart started to jackhammer, her breathing sped up, her brain started releasing gluts of chemicals in jolts that were hard to handle, and I could hear her womanhood actually contract, by the Pits! I had to swallow the saliva I was forming in response to her, the biological anticipation was so marked.

I forced myself to act as though I noticed nothing, no change. As if I weren’t completely intoxicated by the sweet pheromones that (Y/N) had started releasing in massive, heady clots. I could almost wrap my tongue around them!

When (Y/N) turned to put the washcloth away, smiling to herself, I could actually hear that her sheath was moist! Curses, already?

I thought of her vanilla flavor and started to stiffen despite myself. Like a jackass, I tried hiding my burgeoning erection by holding my hands in front of my groin and attempting a casual stance. That worked well enough until I followed (Y/N) back into her bedroom, and realized both that I had developed a very obvious tumescence, and that I had imminent need to use my hands, if I was to give a massage.

(Y/N) lay down before me, on her stomach, like an offering, which did nothing to help ease the pressure in my loins. I felt ashamed at having become aroused. What if (Y/N) no longer trusted me? I looked again at her delectable ass and knew there was no chance I was going to settle, I’d best come clean.

“My queen… please don’t be angry with me. I… I have an erection.” I moved my hands to show (Y/N), briefly, as she turned to look, before covering myself hurriedly again. “I apologize, it was not my intent to make you uncomfortable. My body is reacting to yours, would you like me to dress?”

(Y/N) rolled fully to her side and looked up at me with a pensive expression. I was confused. Her emotions were hot again; I couldn’t recognize what she was feeling. I knew better than to make the mistake of assuming she was feeling desire, as other emotions could scorch, not least of which were terror and despair.

(Y/N) beamed at me: a wide and genuine smile. She patted the bed next to her. “I know you like to spoil me, silly. But I’d love to just cuddle too, if that’s ok?”

Relieved that (Y/N) was not mad at my inappropriate ‘boner,’ as the humans called it, I climbed happily into bed next to her. For a moment, my fear at (Y/N)’s wrath, or the loss of her trust, had even managed to deflate my rebellious genitalia to a certain extent. I reveled in the faintly floral smell of (Y/N)’s hair, as well as how soft her skin was, as I nestled in next to her carefully.

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