A Demon's Bargain

I woke when I felt Andy pulling his tail gingerly from between my legs. I felt a twinge of guilt when I realized I’d just fallen asleep on him, like a glutton, and that he hadn’t gotten off.

Feeling badly, I tried to roll more tightly into myself, but Andy must have sensed it. I heard him pull his tail from his mouth with a distinct popping sound that was oddly adorable. “My sweet, what troubles you? Was I too hasty in my-“

“-No!” I turned around to face him, and had to suppress a little chuckle. Completely out of character, he had meticulously tucked the sheet around himself, to hide his tiny belly! He was generally such an exhibitionist!

I smiled. “I just feel… greedy. I want to make you happy too.”

Andy stared at me, the pupils of his blue eyes slightly narrowing, clearly mystified. “But… You just did, you have been. You’ve given me the greatest gift there is-“

I rolled my eyes at him. “-It’s not fair, for me to just get off and then pass out! I’m not some beast to be serviced!”

Andy’s mouth actually fell open a little, and he said nothing. Unclear if I had been offensive, I put an arm around his waist. “Is there nothing special I could give you, do for you?”

Given the speed with which Andy averted his eyes, how he immediately started adjusting his hair, and that he wet his lips before responding, I knew he definitely already had something in mind. “Ah…”

I beamed, triumphant! “What is it? Tell me!”

Andy frowned uneasily as he stared at the sheet. Naturally, he launched into a lengthy explanation that revealed absolutely nothing. “My delicate flower, you must take heed when you ask such things of a demon. My kind are not like yours, we, err… What is of penultimate importance to me is your happiness and enjoyment. I assure you that the pleasure and sustenance I derive from cleaving to your luscious body is-“

I scrunched my nose at him as he prattled on. “-Andy?”

He cleared his throat. “Yes, my succulent plum?” He glanced reluctantly at me, feigning ignorance.

I decided I would need to be daring if I was going to get what I wanted, which was to give Andy everything I was able, to please him as well as was possible. I grabbed his face and held it as I kissed him, putting as much passion and heat into it as I could before breaking away. Without letting him catch his bearings, I demanded to know again. “What do you want from me that I can give you?”

Andy grinned toothily, and his eyes dilated as he eyed me blatantly. He ran his claws over my chest and purred loudly. I could feel his tail, the tip still moist, sliding up my leg, before rubbing my backside.

“Pretty mistress…” He inhaled a long breath as he rested a hand over my heart. “You are eager, aren’t you? So hopeful, even trusting…”

His eyes were dark, the pupils almost round, and his voice was so deep and velvety, I felt my whole body respond. Yes. Whatever he wanted. Yes, of course.

“I want to fuck you in your tight, little asshole." What? “I want to fill you with my seed, that you have been marked as MINE everywhere that you may be marked. I want to claim you there and have you beg for more-”

At the mention of an ass-fucking, the spell was broken. “-You want my butt?!?”

Andy shook his head, looking startled, and jerked away from me. “Pits!” He looked mortified and confused. “Er, apologies! I must have retention pains, forgive me!”

And, abruptly, he disappeared! I heard him cursing loudly out by the pantry. I felt crappy for making him feel ashamed of a desire I had strong-armed him into revealing. I mean, really, what had I expected? Andy was a demon, for fuck’s sake! He’d probably get in trouble if he didn’t sodomize everything in sight!

I sat by myself and thought about it for a while. I’d had only very little experience with, er, the ass.

One (thankfully poorly endowed) boyfriend, years ago, had ‘accidentally’ decided to enter the wrong hole. That had been a painful disaster. Another had wanted a prostate massage, and that had been somewhat successful, though it hadn’t been my bunghole getting penetrated.

Of course, as a rule, I was familiar with the stereotype that most women hated it, and the cliché that only sluts did it, much less enjoyed it. But, honestly, I couldn’t imagine Andy doing anything to me that was at all like what my ex-boyfriend had done. It seemed antithetical. And, deep down, I had this strong, gut feeling. It told me that it would be totally fine. Maybe even better than fine, if I was honest.

Trying not to make the sheets even messier than they were, I carefully got up. Deciding to be practical, I used the restroom. Err, just in case. Then I made my way out to the main room, only to find that Andy had gone out to the balcony to smoke. He had apparently stored away his excess weight again, my shorts barely clung to his narrow hips.

Hiding my nude body behind the curtain, I stuck just my head and hand out, and cracked the door. “Can we discuss this inside, and not-“

Andy launched to his feet, my shorts hanging on for dear life. “-Get back! The toxins on your precious-“

Hurriedly, I shut the door, to stop Andy from panicking. I heard him calling through the closed door. “Just a moment, my delicate flower!”

Notes

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