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A Demon's Bargain

#97

I walked out onto the bedroom balcony, naked as a jaybird. Though my lover was likewise au naturel, my arousal was far more brazenly apparent to any that might chance to look. Wrapping my tail around her waist, she turned and leaned into my side. Now that we were touching I could clearly taste her desire for a lovemaking in which we played equal roles- a desire I shared. After a moment of quiet closeness, she moved one of her mighty wings to cradle us both. I couldn’t help but hum quietly in contentment.

My intention was unquestionably a romantic seduction. However, her nudity, the feel of her soft skin against mine, was a powerful aphrodisiac. I squeezed her waist a little tighter and stifled the hungry whine that rose in my throat. My erection was being persistent, very much so in presence after discovering her lingering, as yet unsated longing. Feeling impish, I decided to go the naughty route in my approach.

I surmised that my nightingale had yet to notice my tumescence, as her own arousal remained buried. She was still trying to disguise her lustful thoughts, thinking them inappropriate. Clearly she needed a reminder of my indecorous nature.

I put my arm around her shoulders and gently tucked a wet lock of her midnight hair behind her ear, savoring the hint of night-blooming jasmine. “I know you’re still horny. You’ve given me quite the boner.” Feeling pleased with my clever use of modern lingo, I gave her an especially saucy look and a light poke on the nape of the neck with my tail.

I didn’t get the looked-for confession of arousal, only a blush and soft chuckle as I tasted a hot flash of desire. Then she teased me! “Aren’t you satisfied? It seemed to me that you were.”

“I would have thought my licentious moans and bountiful ejaculate would have served as more than enough evidence to attest to the truth of that! Indeed, I have never known more tender a touch. I would allow no one but you to stroke me there. But…” I paused dramatically.

She tilted her head, clearly worried, “but?”

“Though I was indeed sated, the taste of your own sensual hunger has replenished mine.”

Immediately her cheeks flushed. “I’m sure it’s only because we were apart for so long. I don’t want you to feel as though-“

I silenced her by bringing her hand to my manhood, wordlessly encouraging her to touch, to stroke and squeeze. I was surprised at how eager her touch was, and when she looked up at me, wetting her lower lip with the tip of her pink tongue, her thoughts were aflame.

We kissed there, on the balcony, naked before any that would dare to watch. As her tongue slipped against mine, hungry and quick, her wing tightened around me, pulling me closer. Perhaps jealously hiding my arousal and pleasure from the world? She slipped her hand down, cupping my scrotum and petting the skin between my testes gently before clutching my prick and giving it a slow squeeze.

When she rubbed her thumb in circles against my frenulum, need sliced briefly through my aspirations of a slow and intimate lovemaking. “Come to bed with me, my little bird.”

I was surprised when she responded by taking the lead. I had loosely planned to lie beside her, treasuring her kiss alone, before indulging a more explicitly sexual connection. But as she led me to the bed, her full, round ass shifting with each step, I weakened in my resolve. She first settled herself on her side, tucking her wings carefully, then tugged me down next to her.

Our kisses were soft and tender, punctuated by short interludes where we smiled, giggled, and exchanged sweet nothings. I found myself ignoring my plaintive erection, letting go of my lust, and simply enjoying snuggling the woman I loved. I nuzzled contentedly into her smooth black hair, instinctively seeking to immerse myself entirely in the moment after being parted from her for so long. I briefly closed my eyes as I inhaled her scent deeply.

When her slender, cool fingers entwined with mine, I grinned widely. She was watching me with a small smile. Her rich chocolate eyes were so large and mystically beautiful, I was at a loss for words to adequately express how I felt. Instead, I squeezed her hand before bringing it to my lips for a quick kiss.

I felt the feathers of her wing caressing my leg, the sensation a soothing tingle, and I broke out in chicken skin. She smiled beautifully- a bright and wide smile. “I love you.”

Hearing her say it when our flesh was bare to each other and her kiss was fresh on my lips sent a new bolt of want through me. Her opaline skin was so plush beneath my fingertips, and I felt the desire to make it blossom in shades of satisfied pink. On impulse, I reached for a breast, squeezing it gently and enjoying the heft of its weight in my hand.

With a start, I realized I was surely ruining the moment. I pulled my hand away to cover my returning erection and unwound my tail once I realized I had unwittingly curled it around her smooth calf. Embarrassed, I chewed my lip for a moment before daring to meet her gaze.

The acceptance and love in her eyes put me at ease, and when she brought her lips to mine, I felt all of my internal walls falling away like the opening of a flower’s petals, revealing my truest self within. Her lips were softer than satin, and the merest brush of them against mine sent bright, blissful sparks pinwheeling through my body. I opened my mouth to hers eagerly. When our tongues each sought out the other, their shared caress was meticulous and delicate.

Though I could taste the flame of her desire growing, I forced myself to maintain some control. I settled for placing my hand on her waist and circling my fingers over the delicate skin. I suppressed the urge to press my tail into her slit from behind, and instead gently stroked her thigh.

For longer than I had ever thought possible, once I set myself the unfamiliar limitations, I found myself enjoying just making out. It was not so coy as it had first been, but neither was it clearly rapidly accelerating towards immediate intercourse.

Kissing was incredible, now that I truly focused on it. Not only was such a heavenly being, so pure of heart, opening herself to me and accepting my ingress- she was also exploring my own mouth in turn, relishing our exchange and mixing of fluids. The place from which we spoke, from which we declared our love together, was joined, blending us together as one.

All the while, I dutifully kept my hand at the dip of her waist, allowing myself only the most reserved of caresses. My tail likewise behaved.

But gradually, inexorably, our kisses grew more passionate. I could feel her delicate fingers clutching at my back with the ebb and flow of our intensity. Lola brushed my legs and backside with her feathers and moaned delicately into our kiss. With this unspoken invitation, I let my hand wander just a bit. First, I felt up her back, running a finger up her spine. Then I wound a few thick locks of her hair about my claws and reveled in the luxurious sensation of the silken strands against my hand and fingers. When I ran my hand down between us to stroke her cleft, just ever so lightly, my fingers came away wet. I had to resist the urge to suck upon them.

She broke away with a soft sigh, then kissed the corner of my mouth before moving to pepper small kisses along my jaw. When she returned her lips to mine, they were hot and earnest. She started to shimmy against me, brushing the underside of my erection with the soft flesh of the swell of her stomach. When she lifted her leg over mine and started to grind lightly against me I could feel her arousal on my leg. The feel of her, her taste, her smell, they compelled my body towards service in her worship. I wanted, so badly, to slide myself home inside of her. My shaft began to weep in sorrow at being parted from her holy temple for so very long. I felt my discipline and restraint beginning to slip in the wake of the warm, enticing fog of profound, loving sexual desire.

Desire demons are schooled for many, many years in the sexual arts. Giving pleasure with the hands, mouth, genitals, legs, and any other appendages- each method of pleasing a partner is taught in detail, practiced, hammered into each demon so that the lessons become more than instruction and become second nature.

But now, holding her in my arms, all that information fell away.I was no longer able to focus on exactly what her facial expression likely signified, how often her sex contracted and in response to what, how long she had been leaking desire and how dense her pheromones were, what course of action was best, what could get her off the hardest and satisfy her lust. Though I could taste her joy just as well as I could before I was freed from my hunger, I was no longer using it as a tool. All of it only mattered because it meant she was happy, there, with me, not because I needed the information to feed, to make her miss me more once I was gone. I would never leave her, never again.

Instead I was simply experiencing the woman I loved. She was so beautiful- physically, yes, but radiant from the inside! When I breathed in the rich vanilla aroma of her arousal, it was not to calculate my next move, but because I relished the evidence of her anticipation of our joining. It meant she wanted me as much as I wanted her, that we were paired and matched for eternity.

She loved me. She accepted me. My perversion, my contrariness, my eccentricity- she knew me, had known me for centuries, and still wanted me. In fact, she wanted me so much that her body was driving me mad with its eager invitation.

Overcome with a heady mix of emotion and desire, I broke away from our kiss and rested my forehead against hers. I felt the need to try and give voice to my feelings, to try and convey that I wanted her for more than her succulent body. I wasn’t sure how, especially when I was so enraptured by the feel of her against me, but I decided to try.

“Please, beloved- let me serve you, please you, demonstrate my love. We are equals, but I ask that you let me serve you in this. I want to lick and suck and caress every part of you. If you will let me, I want to bring you to climax. I want to reach my own inside of you, that you can feel my adoration filling you from the inside.

“Let me send my seed to venerate every inch of your temple, to coat you in adoration. It will glide inside of you, each seedling acting as a messenger. Your vagina, your cervix, your uterine lining, and your fallopian tubes- you are a goddess and they are your holy tabernacle. I beg you allow me to worship. You captivate me, my love for you has made me your servant.

“But just as I am yours, so I want you to be mine. I beg you to let me mark you, bound by devotion and delivered by sexual union. I want to coat your womanly walls, to paint them with the desire you stoke in me with your love.”

Lola smiled warmly, a hint of mischief in her eye. “You always give such eloquent speeches. You don’t have to do that, you know. You won me over long ago.” Taking what she had said into consideration, I only grinned in response. I sensed her amusement and happiness. “Come here, silly.” And with that, she was on me, her kisses profoundly intense, her body rhythmically undulating against mine.

She was eager, more so than I had thought. The fragrance of her permeated my senses, intoxicating me. When she licked from my collarbone to just below my ear, the feel of her saliva on my skin cooling as it met the air was electrifying. She had ignited the place in my heart where my libido also thrived. With her unspoken encouragement, I released a portion of my restraint.

I encouraged her to role on her back, being careful of her wings as I shifted about myself. Immediately, she spread her shapely thighs, and the temptation of a quick entry beckoned fiercely, carried on the air by her vanilla scent. But I wanted to make love from the heart, and I felt that called for more preparation before I would indulge us both fully. Thusly, though I knelt between her legs, I gently discouraged her from wrapping them about my waist, and carefully adjusted my erection so that I would not accidentally penetrate her as I courted her with my body.

Wanting to celebrate her physique in a way that would ready her for my ingress, I brought one of her exquisite hands to my lips. First, I kissed her knuckles. Then, opening her hand, I kissed her palm. Lastly, I kissed her wrist, drawing the delicate skin between my teeth and tasting its purity, feeling the pulse of her racing heart beneath, such a contrast to our slow actions. Holding her arm in my hands, I placed a line of soft, lingering kisses from her wrist to the inside of her elbow, where I gave a brief suck and nip.

She gasped, her eyes closing in exhilaration I could taste. With that I allowed myself a small reward and began stroking her dusky nipples with my thumbs. First, side to side. Then, as they tempered beneath my touch, in small circles. The dark tan skin of her areolae contracted tightly and her chest broke out in goose skin. The desperation in my nethers tried to force me to act quickly, to bite her soft breasts and take her, but I forced the impulses aside. I was intent on lovemaking, on infusing each action with the truest intentions of my heart.

I continued caressing and kneading her bosom, delighting in the hardened, sensitive peaks her nipples had become. Her breasts were so plump- the perfect combination of soft skin filled out by the firm tissue beneath, seeming almost to strain at their bodily confines.

With such a fine view, I was swayed to indulge myself to a greater degree. With reverence, I bent down and allowed myself the luxury of taking one of her fine teats into my mouth and suckling like a babe. I drew her hardened nipple between my teeth, nibbling it before rolling it with my tongue. Every variation in texture was like a newly revealed treasure; every sigh from her parted lips fueled me on.

I shifted my weight and then lavished attention on her other breast. As I licked and sucked, going back and forth with the focus of my attention, I began groping the neglected one of the pair, pinching and kneading the soft flesh. When I felt Lola digging her nails into my shoulders, I sucked harder. When she started started grinding herself against my stomach, I knew I had to move away or I would slide into her right then.

With effort, I moved down her, drawing my cock further away from where it so desperately wanted to be, kissing from her breasts to the dip of her navel. I had to focus intently on what I was doing, I was so spellbound by her. But just as I kissed the underside of the swell of her stomach and started to press her legs further apart, I felt her hands in my hair, drawing my face away from her pink flesh to look her in the eye.

“Wait…” She smiled bashfully. Recalling the first time we had been together in her apartment, I immediately understood. Only this time I sensed shyness, but no shame or fear of rejection. “I want you. Now.”

My heart warmed at her confidence, her trust in me. “And how would you have me, my sweet?”

She blushed scarlet at such a bold question, but only hesitated a moment. “The first way we were together.” She smiled radiantly, her mahogany eyes sparkling. “Both times. Be on top- I want to see you.” The very tips of the primary feathers of her wings brushed my calves, and I felt my pecker twitch hungrily. She knew what she wanted, and I would give it to her. I hummed to myself in satisfaction. Minemineminemine…

I knelt closer to her, sitting on my haunches, so as to ensure she was truly ready to accept my incursion. My cock slid across her inner thigh, leaving a smear of my excitement, but it was quickly lost amid her own liquid desire. Her rosy, swollen pussy was glistening, and her anticipation had spread to kiss her thighs and petite asshole. Though I could see the evidence of her wanting clearly, it felt right to confirm. Retracting my claws, I took just a moment for myself and ran my thumb over her swollen pearl where it was peaking out from its pink cave. The tiny nubbin was engorged and firm with arousal. Lola squirmed, and I slid my middle finger into her sheath.

It went easily, her cunny saturated by her anticipation. She was warm and wet, and I could feel the ridges of her walls hugging my finger as she wiggled and groaned. Her sensations were absolutely luscious! I grinned. If she found such gratification in a single digit, then surely my prick would please… A fresh bolt of need pulsed out from my groin and I snarled.

Impatient, Lola tugged on my arms and shoulders, gripping me with her legs and urging me above her. I moved to support myself on my arms, enveloping her body with mine. She eagerly wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and pushed her center against me.

I didn’t need to reach for myself to align us. We were both so slick I knew that I would easily find my way into her sacred channel. Looking down to meet her chocolate gaze, her expression was serious and intense in the moment. I prodded my crown against her entrance, and I was suddenly overcome with such excitement that I felt as though I might climax before we had even started. Embarrassed, I forced myself to close my eyes and count backwards from ten. As I did so, I was conscious of my testes drawing up closer to my body in anticipation of work to be done.

Lola’s lovely dark brows furrowed over her fine nose. “What’s wrong?”

Heat suffused my cheeks. “Nothing, my angel.” I bent to place a quick kiss on her full lips. “It is only that I am overwhelmed by my love for you.” We smiled at each other, tender in a moment just for the two of us.

Having calmed somewhat, I lightly nudged my tip into her opening. When she huffed in frustration and urged me onward with her thighs, I pushed into her. Everything else, in every dimension, ceased to matter. There was only she and I, there, together. Only us.

As I glided into her, I went slowly, deliberately, but lodged deep. Her juicy heat sent pleasurable tingles up and down my shaft. She had tightened over the course of the months we had been apart, and it took patience and coaxing to get her sheath to expand enough to accept the whole of me.

She moaned, low and sensual, “I missed you so much.” Her fingers curled against my back and her feet pushed against my buttocks. Her entrance tensed around the base of my member, making me jerk inside of her. When my cockhead slid against the hard, slippery surface of her cervix, I felt as though I would die of bliss.

My mind whirled as my girth swelled, grateful and eager for more. My beloved was open to me completely, accepting me inside of her- we were now one. It was an honor, the ultimate physical intimacy, and I wanted to do everything I could to thank her for such a gift.

When she shifted her hips and began a slow rhythm, the eroticism of our connection took control. We moved in sync, truly together as one, and intense pleasure blossomed from our union. My loins felt suffused with all the desire I had for her- for her body, yes, but also her mind, her company, her love. Her sheath surrounded me, held me from every direction. And when her inner ridges caressed me with each pump, and my little accouterments stroked them in turn, I felt as though we had transcended the mundane and found our own divinity together. "Lols..."

Though her thoughts were blazing far too white-hot to sense, Lola let it be known how much she wanted this, how much she wanted me. She pulled me to her for a deep kiss, still lifting her hips to meet me in our deliberate, deep cadence. Each plunge brought me to her cervix, and it’s smooth, dimpled surface slid against the sensitive head of my cock in a maddening way. Her sheath grew hotter and slipperier as we met; the pressure in my groin and gratitude for her love intensified.

I felt the tips of her wings grazing my legs and sides. A delicate touch, this time it was meant to titillate, not calm, and it was working. Concentrating, I carefully rested more of my weight on her mons and started flicking my hips upward with each thrust so as to rub her clitoris and stimulate her g-spot. Her reaction was delectable- she writhed and moaned, gripping me between her legs as though I was all that chained her to reality.

Seeing her that way, when we were moving so closely together, when I was inside her- it was too much. The desire in me to blow my load, to empty into her and give her all I had, started to blind me. And, for the first time in my life, I fought it.

Though it was impossible to completely focus, I knew what I wanted this to be. I wanted to enjoy making love, sharing such profound intimacy. I didn’t want this to become another race for me where I chased orgasm after orgasm- both hers and mine. This, what we had, what we celebrated, was about more than orgasm. It was the confluence of her and I for eternity.

Besides, my ego chimed in- what sort of impression must it make that I always cum first? Do not human men pride themselves on delaying climax for the sake of their partner? Though ejaculating didn’t hinder my ability to maintain an erection and continue on, I still felt it was no way to honor my beloved by leaving her behind.

I hilted myself in her and ground against her pubis as we kissed. She seemed to instinctively understand why I had slowed, and we easily mirrored one another in a languid, intense kiss. I could feel her heartbeat in the soft tissue surrounding me.

Once I was sure I had staved off an immediate orgasm, I began to move inside of her again. I was tentative at first, and Lola let me set the pace. As I tested myself, I quickly discovered just how incredibly difficult it was to hold back on climaxing.

It was a struggle to maintain that perfect plateau. I wanted to be moving enough to please my angel, but I couldn’t maintain a fast pace without getting too close to spending myself. Every time my groin would start to spasm in anticipation, I’d have to slow and change what I was doing despite my entire body telling me to keep going! My thighs and buttocks grew increasingly tense as I fought to maintain self-control.

Fortunately (perhaps because of my nature), I proved to be a far swifter learner than most human men purportedly are. With Lola’s patient, unspoken encouragement, I was gradually able to find a tempo that worked. It was slow and steady, but nevertheless still impassioned.

Once I was able to shift my focus back to Lola, on the love that we shared and were celebrating, my heart began to race anew. This was so beautiful; she was so beautiful! Every movement, every kiss, every sigh… I quickly adjusted so that my claws were entwined with her fingers and my tail curled around her ankle, physically connecting us even further.

“ Beloved…” I kissed her throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

“Andy!” Hearing her call my name sent a zing through my whole body.

Lola’s moans grew deeper and more intense with each thrust. There was an edge of desperation in her voice, and she clutched me to her, urging me to go faster. I obeyed, and her pussy shivered around me, caressing me as we met. Our bodies slid easily against one another, slick with perspiration.

Instinctively I drove myself harder, deeper, pushing her walls apart even further. Her response was telling. When I darted so deep I hissed through my teeth, she flexed her wings and briefly lifted us partially up off the bed. It was unanticipated but fantastic! In some primordial part of my brain, it registered that she was close.

At last! I kissed her deeply in my excitement before nipping her lip quickly and doing it all again. Soon I would give her everything I had, lay my offering at her holy altar with her welcome. She would accept me, accept what I had for her. We would both shine, coated with the fine patina of our shared love. Anticipation of release, of my expiation, began to build. I could feel the very base of my penis tensing in anticipation, trying to drive me faster with its desperation. But I would not be rushed.

With her, I had learned to love, that it was possible for that love to be incorporated into our joining. Clinging to her hands with mine, I was overcome with emotion. I made sure to meet her eyes before telling her, “I love you.” She moaned prettily, but I wasn’t finished. I wanted to hear her profess the same. I kissed her throat before murmuring in her ear, “tell me.” Her eyes closed and her brows furrowed, she was too caught up in the pleasure we shared to respond, so I slowed to a near stop. Perhaps selfish, but I couldn’t help myself. Her eyes popped open and she looked dazed, but I wouldn’t give up. “Tell me how you feel.”

Comprehension dawned and she smiled. “I love you, my mighty tiger.”

The desire for release turned immediately into a need. I gripped her hands in mine and started thrusting vigorously, grinding against her with every move. She tightened around me, her slickness a perfect fit. I was panting harshly, “again!”

She pulled me down to her and spoke in my ear, “I love you! Andy! Love you so much!”

We moved perfectly in sync. She was the yin to my yang. She was my everything. And then I felt it on some subconscious level- she was going to climax. With that realization, there was no turning back- so was I.

My scrotum drew up tightly against my body and began to throb. All physical sensation seemed to spider out from my penis, and everything I felt was pleasure. Then she cried out and her walls sucked at me eagerly, wanting what I had for her.

There was a brief moment where my entire existence was concentrated in the head of my cock as I moved it inside of her. She squeezed me rhythmically, each pulse bringing me closer. And then, with the force of a hurricane, I came.

Everything fell away. All the pressure let go in a delirious, euphoric release that radiated out from my prick to my entire body. I felt an ecstatic lucidity and peace, a synchronicity between our joined bodies and minds. Feeling both invincible and utterly vulnerable, I emptied into her, giving her everything I had to give, and she embraced it. I felt so good! My body was singing with so much pleasure I could scarcely stand it!

As I pumped her full of my liquid adoration, I could feel the thick, hot fluid of my seed both inside and outside of me. It surged out with the building and falling pressure of the contractions in my urethra- at first uncontrollable, but eventually I was able to push out even more to fill her.

Completely spent, I collapsed. I was suddenly so tired. For long moments we both caught our breath, still clinging to one another.

Once I was able to think, and then to move, I squeezed my love's hands in mine, feeling a greater peace than I had ever known. Resting my head on her shoulder, I kissed her neck before peering up at her. “Mine?”

She looked down at me and smiled. Though clearly as exhausted as I was, her smile was still breathtaking. Her voice was warm. “Yes. Yours.”

Notes

Hope this brings enjoyment to somebody out there. If you did, please rate/subscribe/comment.


In contrast, if you thought it sucked, feel free not to rate or comment. *snicker*

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