Andy's POV

She didn't answer me with words, but rather with her own kiss. The moment our lips touched, her neurochemicals sparked and caught fire, and their flames took me with them. Freed from my misguided attempt at propriety, I opened my mouth to hers the moment I felt her tongue against my lips. The hum of her soft groan into our kiss, the press of her bare breasts against my chest- everything seemed to accelerate and my thoughts lost coherency.

I had been apart from her for so long, I hadn't been able to touch her or hold her for months, and now she was back in my arms. Here we were, in the bed where we had first lain together, where I had learned to make love, and she still wanted me. She had waited for me; I had been worth waiting for!

Electricity ran along my skin from every point of shared contact. A light caress of her delicate fingers along my back made my skin sing and my heart thunder in my chest.

Countless times during my penance, I had lain awake, planning how carefully and meticulously I would make love to (Y/N) when I returned. But every last one of those many hours was instantly forgotten as she shimmied against me and hooked a leg over both of mine.

Her skin was so smooth and soft that it shamed silk and cashmere for their relative crudeness. I ran my hand over the peak of a shoulder blade, the dip of her waist, the smoothly curved rise of her hip. I wanted to touch her everywhere but I couldn't concentrate enough to develop any sort of method or plan. Everything I had been taught as a demon melted away, leaving my love and desire for her behind.

Passion, fueled by devotion and refined by my libido, left me sloppy and awkward, but I didn't care. I kissed her hungrily, not able to think a single moment in advance of the present. Her kiss was so wet and warm, her tongue so slick, and her teeth so round and smooth.

Full of need and panting between kisses, I didn't try to stop myself from gliding my hand up and over her ribcage to cup her breast. How I had missed her delectable bosom! Somehow the skin there was even softer, covering the ampleness that filled my palm. The peak of her nipple hardened under my thumb, and when I stroked it, she gasped into my mouth.

I gently squeezed her breast, savoring its pleasing heft, a manifestation of her femininity. She was so warm against me, so alive! Her pleasure flooded me, her desire and love intertwined, and I drank it in. Tasting her exhilaration meant that I had not lost the ability as I had feared I would, and I reveled in her taste more than ever before.

She pulled away from our kiss, breathing as heavily as I was. She shifted around a bit before I felt her gentle grip around the base of my tail. Looking up at me with her wide, (Y/E/C) eyes, she squeezed lightly, hesitantly.

After seeing that I didn't pull away, she started stroking softly, alternating with massaging small circles into the sensitive skin on the underside. Feeling vulnerable, I leaned into her, holding her close and pressing our bodies together. Kissing her forehead, I allowed myself to bask in her attentions.

Overwhelmed at the forbidden pleasure, I groaned brokenly and closed my eyes. To be touched in this way, to be pleasured solely by stimulation of my tail's base, was considered an emasculating perversion among male demons. But in (Y/N)'s hands, I felt safe. I felt loved.

After only a few moments I could feel the precum I was leaking smearing all over myself and (Y/N) with our slow gyrations. I could smell her own arousal as it escaped from her womanhood and wetted the inside of her thighs. Realizing through the fog of gratification that I was making a mess on her sheets and that matters would only escalate, I gently detached her hand from my tail, bringing it to my lips to kiss her palm.

But (Y/N) was undeterred by my half-hearted attempts to slow our foreplay. Pulling back a bit, she slipped her hand between us and grasped my erection gently. She ran a finger along the ridge of its crown before looking up at me with need in her eyes. Hearing the hungry contraction of her wet, little pussy, I reached to slide my fingers between her thighs, but she laughed and pulled away.

I grinned at her, "you're teasing again."

She shook her head, her eyes sparkling with merriment, as she stroked me slowly and lightly. She was driving me mad with a desire that it was taking an increasingly monumental effort to control. "I just want you to want me."

With that it was my turn to chuckle. "I want you to let me worship you every moment of every day, in every way, for the rest of eternity." I paused, feeling inexplicably abruptly shy. Nevertheless, I forced myself to meet her gaze. "I want to make love to you."

She blushed and smiled before licking her lips. Giving my cock one final squeeze, she shifted onto her back. It was a smooth and natural transition as I knelt between her spread thighs. I took a selfish moment to savor the sight and smell of her. Between her thighs, her pussy was flushed and swollen for me, and I recalled seeing the same sight just before the first time I had entered her as a man. Now, just as then, her engorged clit peeked out from under its pink hood. Her excitement completely coated her inner and outer lips, making them shine with readiness. The aroma of her pheromones was dizzying, and I almost swooned.

Though my instinct was to bow down in supplication, to worship her with my lips and tongue, she reached for one of my arms and tugged lightly. I looked away from the entrance to her temple to meet her eyes, and her message was clear. She wanted me inside of her, for us to be connected as one.

I shifted over her and supported my weight on one arm as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I gripped the base of my erection and, out of habit, slid the head up and down between her inner lips, before realizing that we were both so aroused it wasn't really necessary. She squeezed me between her thighs, indicating her eagerness with a mewl. Moving over her, I lost myself in the depths of her gaze as I slid in gradually, pushing her muscular walls apart to accommodate me.

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(Y/N)'s POV

My heart hammered in my chest, the anticipation thrumming through my whole body making me feel taught like a tripwire. Everywhere that Andy's body touched mine sent electrifying tingles through the rest of me. Impatient to feel him inside of me, I tightened my legs around his waist, trying to wordlessly encourage him. The feline pupils of his crystalline blue eyes dilated widely. I whimpered softly, my longing for him almost too intense to bear.

And then, slowly, he sank inside of me, and I felt perfection.

I felt so full- surely if I weren't so wet it would be almost painful. I hadn't been with myself while Andy was gone (given that Ash had always been in the apartment), and I could feel myself stretching around Andy's considerable girth. He opened me up as he entered me, and I felt months of tension and worry melt away. We were here, finally together.

When he was fully hilted, he stilled for a moment, looking down on me. We didn't need words. We'd fought to be together, against incredible odds, and we had succeeded. Now, at last, our bodies were united. He was inside of me, filling everything I had to fill. Likewise, I encased him, surrounded every inch. He leaned down so that we could kiss. Unhurried, tender, and intense, it spoke volumes.

Breaking away, Andy began a slow rhythm. My head fell back and my mouth fell open as the pleasure overwhelmed me. For a moment, all I could do was grab hold of him with legs and arms in desperation as I was inundated by the glorious sensation. The weight of him on top of me helped to center me, to ground me in the face of such an experience. But after the first few, delicious thrusts, I was able to meet him with my hips, match my movements to his.

We fit perfectly, our bodies fully in sync. We melted into each other, meeting again and again. Every moment surpassed the last, and time lost meaning. God and the Devil ceased to matter- there were only the two of us. My insecurities, my job, everything else just fell away. With Andy inside of me, I could turn my brain off and let go. When we looked into each other's eyes, I knew that we were both completely present in that moment, both feeling the unparalleled connection. We were truly one.

I was safe with Andy. I was confident in his love for me; I had faith in him. He cherished me as a person and wanted me as a woman. There was no reason to feel self-conscious in the face of complete devotion. Every move he made, every kiss and pant and touch- his energy carried his love with it. He was completely open with me, holding nothing back. To Andy, I was important. I mattered, and he wanted me. And, knowing that, I was able to surrender myself completely and unconditionally.

Hands and lips and bodies- we moved together. There was an urgency, a need to be satisfied, but we took our time doing it. Everything that mattered was good and right, everything was as it should be. Our lovemaking consumed us without draining us. In the moment we became our bond, became one.

Our bodies had grown slick with sweat, and we slid against each other easily as our rhythm naturally grew more intense. As our languid pace increased in tempo, the thrusts became harder and pleasure blossomed throughout my whole body.

Andy was forced to break our kiss so we both could breathe. I was barely conscious of the moans leaving my lips. Now, when I looked into his eyes, I saw heated lust alongside the adoration. We were both hungry for each other, wanting to please and be pleased. Together we raced towards our fulfillment, unashamed and genuine in the physical manifestation of our love.

When I felt the tingle of desperation forming in my abdomen, I knew I was getting closer. Andy increased our pace, and I met him with equal fervor. The smoldering yearning abruptly grew into an overwhelming need. "Andy!" For a moment I felt as though I were falling.

Where Andy and I joined became the epicenter of an explosion. A massive wash of energy enveloped me. It spread through my body, pulsing with the beat of my heart. I felt myself contract around Andy's cock, and ecstasy bloomed outwards from between my legs. My mind went completely blank; Andy was my sole anchor to reality. I throbbed around him, and my body feasted on the semen he pumped into me as he followed me over the edge.

Afterwards, we both trembled with the shared intensity of what we had just experienced. I was filled with a sense of love and peace- of relief mixed with a dreamy high.

Andy let more of his weight rest on me and we held each other until we were able to move. Eventually, we were able to rearrange ourselves so that we were snuggling comfortably. We smiled at each other, a knowing smile that only the two of us could share.

Andy brought my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles. "Mine?" I grinned and nodded. His eyes twinkled with happiness, and I presumed mine did the same.

Full of love, we fell asleep in each other's arms.