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A Demon's Bargain

#70

I hung up my phone and resisted the urge to set it on fire.

I had spoken with my father, and it had all been settled. On Saturday afternoon, Chris, Ashley, and Metatron would all come to (Y/N)’s abode.

Metatron was an unfortunate necessity. Though I had never met the being, I was afraid he would terrify (Y/N). I knew from others’ descriptions that he was nigh unto ten feet tall. It was a good thing (Y/N)’s apartment had high ceilings! Though I supposed it was better than the alternative, and having Aten himself come by. I’d be sorely tempted to give him a piece of my mind over quite a few things!

But really, as much of a foul taste as it put in my mouth to associate with Metatron, I was even more displeased about Ashley coming here. He would, indubitably, endeavor to take my place, try and tempt my fairest blossom into his loathsome, carnal embrace! Just the thought made putrid bile rise in my throat!

(Y/N) and I had talked, at length, about how she felt about the situation. Though human women were notoriously complicated when it came to their emotions, (Y/N)’s feelings appeared to me to be fairly straightforward. She had already informed me of her willingness to quit her job as soon as I returned to her, to accompany me to the Netherworld. Well, provided she found some new occupation there, and I thought it unlikely I’d have any trouble finding her something eventually. Thus, in truth, (Y/N)’s reaction to all the sudden changes wasn’t what bothered me. No, what ate at me was a terrible, fearful insecurity.

I’d known (Y/N) for but a week, and I knew full well that most long-lasting relationships were based on far more time spent together. The only other facsimile of a relationship I had ever had was two and a half weeks, and that had been as far from a success as it was possible to be.

However lethal my heart might be, I knew I carried an eternal fire for (Y/N). But though I could taste her love for me, I worried it was not strong enough to carry her through our time apart. I had no way of knowing in advance.

I would be gone many weeks, perhaps months. All that time, more time than she had ever spent with me, she would have Ashley for constant company. Steeped in my own melancholy, I wondered if perhaps I could send (Y/N) letters, flowers, or learn how to work electronic mail?

I would have to ask Metatron if I would be permitted to buy and use a personal computer. Indeed, doubtlessly I could learn how to use it for communications? I had no idea how they functioned in the Underworld either, but I assumed that correspondence was possible. Surely, there had to be some way?

I stared wistfully at the rose (Y/N) had given me. It had a strong root system of its own now, and was well-set to plant, after its regular feedings. I knew exactly where I would put it. There was a spot, just below my bedroom windows and balcony, that would support a trellis with ease. My little garden wasn’t good enough for such a flower; I wished for it to grow to cover the walls of my house, to see it every day, to be greeted by its sweet perfume when I awoke, for the rest of my existence.


I spent each day sulking, thinking melancholic thoughts, and waiting for (Y/N) to return home from her daily labors. However, each evening was full of the delights of (Y/N)’s company as she let me show her how I felt using my body.

On Friday morning, I decided I didn’t dare leave the containers of (Y/N)’s pleasure in the pantry, lest Ashley snack upon them! Though it would be impractical to bring them with me, energy didn’t travel well, I thought of a way. I would make them into cookies for myself!

Sadly, after about an hour of trying to interpret the recipe in the book I’d found, I realized it was beyond my skillset. I knew exactly what teaspoons and tablespoons were, but the rest was absolute gibberish! My lovely (Y/N) returned home to find me sulking, laying on my stomach and forlorn, on the divan.

As I heard her approach, my melancholia overwhelmed me at the pending loss of her company. “Beloved, do not even set eyes upon me, I am too wretched a sight for such enlivened orbs!” I dramatically turned on my back and flung my arm over my forehead, for effect.

(Y/N) snorted. “What’s gotten into you, aside from the obvious? I got you a prezzie!”

Immediately I was on my feet, hands outstretched excitedly, “Gimme! I love things!”

(Y/N) chuckled at me and reached into a bag, proffering me… clothing? I wrinkled my nose in distaste. “My garb is all custom tailored! Do you find me so unattractive in it that you’ve procured your own, generic, human fashions?”

She rolled her eyes at me. “Unfold it, Andy.” I did as she said, and was delighted at the result! Man-shorts! With elastic! “I’ve noticed you wearing my shorts around everywhere, so I got you some boxers.”

I raised an eyebrow. “These are the male boxers, as we discussed?” I stretched the waistline and inspected the plaid fabric.

She pointed at the crotch of the garment. “Look, here is the hole so you can pee without taking them off. I can sew a quick hole for your tail too.”

My mouth hung open in shock! “The opening! For urination! Brilliant!”

Immediately I shucked off (Y/N)’s shorts and put on my new boxers, ignoring the tag, leaving my tail above the elastic waistline, as I did with (Y/N)’s shorts. “Good, good, yes! I’ll go practice urination at once!”

Excited, I skipped off to the water closet. As I’d seen human males do, I carefully lifted the seat, both to maximize the potential target area and to prevent myself from despoiling the seat. Then I popped my manhood through the little fold of cloth. How smooth it was! It barely chafed!

Concentrating fiercely, I directed myself at the water within the toilet. Then, the moment of truth! I began to urinate!

Excellent! The stream sailed smoothly, hitting the inside of the toilet, and I only had to redirect a bit. But then, disaster struck! As my urine stream tapered off, its momentum lessened. Panicked, I moved closer over the toilet bowl, pushing to try and make the stream stronger once again.

Pits! I ran out of urine, and the last dribble almost landed upon my new man-shorts! I found I was stuck with droplets at the end of myself. How was I supposed to get them off? Seeing (Y/N) wasn’t watching, I awkwardly leaned, grabbed some toilet tissue, and wiped them away.

Phew! I chucked the used tissue into the bowl, and then shut the seat and lid before flushing. That had been a close one! I knew human men simply jostled their manhood to free the droplets, but that simply had too little control over where they landed for my taste. I refused to desecrate (Y/N)’s bathing area with my urine! Humans… what a strange lot.

I thought about the pleasure cookies I wanted as I washed my hands, then scorched them to dry. Hmm… Perhaps I could persuade my domestic goddess to grant me this favor?

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Comments

@Merelan


Aww- glad you enjoyed! I generally never write chapters that long, but it didn't feel right to just randomly cut it in half (or thirds, heh).

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
6/4/19

I loved this sooo much. Perfect way to lighten up my day! Andy is sooo cute! :)

Merelan Merelan
6/4/19

NO!!! I love this version of Andy, want many many more chapters lol. :)

Merelan Merelan
3/25/19

@Merelan

Oh dear- did you want it to? D:

The main plot has 2 chapters to go (I think) but there’s a semi-lengthy epilogue that may not seem very necessary right now, but that will make a lot more sense after the prequel has been published.

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
3/25/19

Yay happy chapter... But is it time for the story to sashay away?!?

Merelan Merelan
3/23/19