A Demon's Bargain

I needed to find a way to heal Andy’s wounds, and I was on my own; he was still out cold. Trying to feed him with my happiness hadn’t done shit. Logically, the next step was to try fulfilling his greatest wishes, see if that was what was still taxing him.

I frowned as I thought, forcing myself to concentrate despite the incredible whirlwind of unexpected activity. Well, the only wish that I’d seen weakening him before was his desire to be with me, sometimes in a sexy-type way. It followed that I needed to be as close to him as possible.

Having reasoned it through (and knowing Andy), I had a good idea where to start. I took one of his limp, elegant hands in both of mine. Being careful to watch the claws at the end of his long fingers, I pressed it snuggly to one of my breasts. After a moment I could hear him purring faintly again, but that was the extent of the improvement.

I gently returned his hand to his side before lying down next to him as best I could, carefully folding my wings so that I wouldn’t knock anything over. I felt like some kind of pervert as I slid my hand under the hem of his shirt, but I suppressed the thought that what I was doing was wrong. Doubtless such prudish notions were a product of having revisited my homeland after so long.

Running my hand past the coarse hair on Andy’s abdomen, I found a small nipple that hardened at my touch. I rubbed it softly for only a moment until something on my ankle made me jump!

I whipped around and flipped up my dress, only to find Andy’s tail slowly curling about my leg, the tip making its way up towards my calf. I let myself relax a bit, finally feeling like I had made real progress. Snuggling up to his side, I pulled his shirt up a bit and rubbed his lean tum-tum in slow circles.

Though I was still upset that Andy had been hurt, I could feel my stress and fear starting to unwind as his tail curled its way higher up my leg. His purr grew gradually stronger, almost seeming to harmonize with itself.

Leaning to place another chaste kiss on his jaw, I noticed that the bruise on his forehead had faded to yellow and was no longer raised. Though it hurt my sore cheek a bit to smile so broadly, I couldn’t help it. I tucked my head against his arm and let myself enjoy breathing in his scent for the first time in months, and for the first time in centuries in this place. Very masculine, with barely a hint of char.

Only once I was starting to let go and enjoy being free from the threat of harm and separation, I got another start when my hand was restrained against Andy’s tummy! I lifted my head and rapidly took in the situation. It was Andy’s hand gently holding mine, and he was peeping out from under one eyelid! He grinned just widely enough to show the long tips of his canines. “Lower, my angel. I am still so very feeble, and you did say I could have a bit of a nibble. Have pity, my empress! This old tomcat needs stroking…” I allowed him to move my hand down to rest pointedly at the waistband of his pants. The insistent squeeze of his tail around my thigh and a quick glance at Andy’s groin confirmed that his constitution had been more than adequately restored.

Eager to please and bolstered by the joy of a reunion no longer constrained by amnesia, I pushed aside the angelic naiveté that was newly returned to me. I sat up (being cautious with both my wings and Andy’s uncoiling tail) and enthusiastically unbuttoned his pants, liberating his cock from its tight confines.

As I held his erection in my hand, I turned over newly restored memories of the first time I had seen and touched him there. My demon. Now, just as centuries ago, I wanted to pleasure him, give him what he wanted. But I was no longer a sinless, virginal girl completely ignorant of the delights of the flesh.

My reverie was broken when Andy cleared his throat, giving me a goofy smile that failed to completely disguise his raw desire. Taking my time, I bent over and lowered my head to swallow him. His gasp as I ran my tongue along the underside of his length bolstered my excitement. Though initially just small enough for me to take the whole of him, he quickly grew too long as he stiffened for me. Engorging rapidly, his shaft was hot and hard in my mouth. I had to open as wide as I could to suck him off, wrapping my hand around the base to pump him in tandem.

Pulling away for just a moment to catch my breath, I ran my hand along the magnificent specimen before me. In a lustful daze, I watched the mix of my saliva and his anticipation as it oozed down his cock and over my hand to spread languidly onto his abdomen and pants. For the first time I noticed the incredibly small spines of flesh that covered his shaft. They were just barely visible and angled away from the head of his cock. I could vouch for their effectiveness, but I was still curious how they had such an incredibly sensual effect.

Returning to my impious labors, I felt Andy’s claws in my hair urging me on. Hearing him grunt with satisfaction was a profound aphrodisiac. I drove myself over him rapidly, forcing myself to take him until I choked, my jaw was sore, and I was sputtering with the effort. I was shocked when Andy gently pulled me away. I sat up feeling a mixture of indignation and the same old worry that I was inadequate.

Andy’s fine brows were furrowed and he looked concerned. He tugged lightly on my hand, seemingly uncaring of the fluids that covered it. “Just kiss me, my eternal inamorata. Kiss me, please?”

I spotted red in the mess on my left hand, and comprehension came swiftly. I could taste blood again. The spines on Andy’s shaft must have irritated the wound from my bitten cheek. Quickly I made the connection Andy seemed to have overlooked. I knew exactly what effect it would have to kiss him with a bloody mouth. Sinful sexual hunger throbbing through my whole body, I did exactly that. I leaned over him, opened my mouth to his, and quickly licked his tongue.

Andy stiffened abruptly, then remained motionless. I sat up, worried I had gone too far. His eyes were wide open; his pupils constricted to mere slits, creating a sea of astonishing, crystalline blue. Gradually his pupils widened to their fullest, engulfing his irises as he blinked and licked his bloody lips slowly.

His gaze met my worried one for just an instant before he shot up to sit next to me. His energy was electric as pulled me to his side with one arm and reached to grip my breast, hard, with the other hand. “You delicious, fuck-hungry slut.”

Notes

Hope some of you like this update. I am working steadily on my health problems but they significantly impact my ability to write.