A Demon's Bargain

I felt myself swoon in response to (Y/N)’s charms, her cherished kiss; the taste of her happiness was ambrosial on my tongue! I pulled away, all else forgotten in the moment, and looked down into her limpid, russet eyes. “Mistress, I entreat of you your favor. Join me in the boudoir and let us cleave together completely anew, as now my eyes are opened to the intentions of my heart.”

(Y/N) smiled shyly up at me, and I didn’t hesitate. I stooped to a knee and shoved her up, over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes! I rose, snickering wildly at her protests, keeping a firm grip on her legs, that she not fall. I found, once again, that she was peculiarly light, and I was able to bear her weight easily as I carried her to her bedroom and dramatically tossed her onto the bed. “Andy!?!”

I wasted no time, crawling over her to kiss her deliberately, firmly, exploring her mouth with my tongue, caressing her lips with mine. My fingers traveled her body meticulously over her clothes, wanting to feel her encased in her apparel before I received the reward of her bare flesh against mine.

Each detail of her was worth studying, relishing. The way I could feel her nipple as it strained against the fabric to be touched, her thick strands of hair as they tickled along my arm, the soft skin at the juncture where her neck met her shoulder. I closed my eyes and broke our kiss to inhale deeply, breathe in the sultry smell of night-blooming jasmine. “I love your scent, mistress.”

Her face pinked and I could taste her bashfulness. “I smell?”

I inhaled again, humming to myself, intoxicated and grinning. “Nyesss, positively delicious!”

In that moment, for the first time, I was aware of my mind transitioning; I felt I was with both (Y/N) and Lola, as one woman, a woman I loved. Instead of fear I felt peace and acceptance. I was where I should be; with whom I should be, all else would come in time. I moved to kiss along her neck, nip her there enough that she should feel me, know my desire, my heart. She was mineminemine; but I was hers.

Hasty, yet also strangely nervous, I unbuttoned her blouse, and the sight of her ripe bosom fed my passion, adding an element of deviant lust. I marveled that I was such a lucky man. “My little lark! How is it that just the sight of your cleavage can rouse me to a state of near frenzy? You are truly the epitome of supple womanhood, your skin softer than any manmade silk, and your eyes as alluring as any virgin doe’s. The way your sensations roll across my tongue makes all aught seem as ashen and flavorless as the meanest, most wretched of filth. There is only you for me now, I am more your slave than any chains could render. I beseech you, let me come to worship at the temple of your body once more?”

I reached to bring her wrist to my lips, kissing it wetly, lingering to sense the fluttering pulse beneath her skin. “Will you let me love you?”

She giggled as she held her other hand over her heart. “Where the Hell did you learn to talk like that?”

I propped myself up on an elbow and smirked proudly down at her. “I believe you answered your own question, my empyrean siren. But such admiration is not manufactured as a contrivance, but born out of the awe I feel when I see you before me.”

I cocked my head at her, grinning despite myself. “If I may remove your ensemble?”

I reveled in the luxury of undressing her as she sat up next to me, carefully removing her chemise from her shoulders, then deftly unfastening her brassiere. When her breasts sprung free, she clutched the cloth against them, and I pouted. “Surely you will not deny me the sight of your rosy curves unrestrained? Would you punish me so, merely for the sin of fervent adulation?”

She shook her head, and her unique, floral smell drifted to me as clouds of womanly scent. My arousal grew fiercer, darker, as she let her brassiere drop to the bed sheets. Though I had intended to be gentle, to proceed with the utmost care and diligence, I felt the heat in my blood igniting, desire throbbing through the whole of me to coalesce as a hardened pressure in my loins. I loved her and I wanted to mark her sacred place, fill her with my seed, that the world would know she was mine forever, sealed by love.

I chucked her brassiere to the floor, and then unceremoniously bent over to take one of her nipples in my mouth. She lay back with a feminine groan as I suckled greedily, teasing the firm bud with my tongue while I groped its counterpart. Luscious!

Enamored, I pulled away from her inviting chest to unbutton her work trousers. Eagerly, I shimmied them off of her velvety legs, discarding them on the floor in my hurry. With nothing but her panties remaining on her, I clawed lightly across her soft stomach, stopping to admire the chicken skin she formed in response. Beautiful…

I could hear her womanhood squeezing in anticipation, could smell its honeyed, vanilla desire as it leaked from her snug, little slit. MINE! I pulled her panties down and off of her quickly, ignoring her persistent shyness as my lust grew in urgency.

She held her arms across her breasts, and I could taste her self-consciousness. “Just kiss me?”

I grinned, “Absolutely.” I moved swiftly, before she could protest, and maneuvered her legs over my shoulders.

I felt her tense in surprise, “Andy!?!”

I shot her a lecherous glance. “You didn’t specify where…” And with that, I brought my tongue to be bathed in her flavor. Her vanilla essence gliding down my throat, paired with the deeply buried enjoyment she was trying to resist, was perfection.

Wanting more, I slid my tongue through the petite folds of skin, gathering each drop of her nectar to me, before directing my attentions on the pink cave at the apex of her ladyflower, resolving to coax out her firm, little pearl. I sucked, then moved my tongue across it in every configuration that came to mind, licking and lapping eagerly, enjoying the taste of her response.

I could sense the moment when she let go of her inhibitions, when my ministrations became too much for her to resist. Her collapsing insecurities and her heady enjoyment were deeply savory, mixing perfectly with the vanilla that she leaked in approval. It stirred me all the more, and I sucked hard on her little nubbin, pleased to find it had swollen the tiniest amount with her desire.

I had to take a moment to adjust myself within my breeches, as I’d grown so hard from the taste of her that I was acutely uncomfortable. I was thrilled when I felt her delicate hands reaching for me, then tangling in my hair to pull me back to her! Nyess… I hummed to myself, pleased, as I set myself back to my most delightful task.

Sooner than I would have thought, I tasted her pleasure ripening, growing fuller and deeper. She flexed her legs and moaned, tugging lightly on my hair. “Andy!” Yes, my nightingale, fly for me.

Enthusiastic to taste her orgasm, I contracted the claws on two of my fingers and sent them questing into her blushing, wet sex. In response, her whole boy shuddered, and her grip on my hair tightened. I beckoned to her, within her very center, to come hither. And she did indeed.

Her body grew taut, and I felt her womanhood clenching my fingers hungrily, granting that most holy of blessings. She moaned, and it was music to my ears. The luscious taste of her climax rolled over my tongue as I swiped it over her firm, little jewel. Her satisfaction was my paradise.

Ignoring the yearning need coming from my loins, I moved to lie next to her as she panted. I cradled her head on my chest as she recovered, breathing raggedly against my skin. I inhaled her floral scent, treasuring the moment.

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