Taming His Demon Lover-Chapter 29: Wicked intentions

No one can fault you for having what is rightfully yours.

He wouldn’t have to worry about Robin getting pregnant.

It’s only fair that he gets something from this devil’s bargain that he made with Queen Tiandra.

So what if he manages to satisfy his lust and introduce Robin to the pleasures of sex.

Robin was so light that it didn’t take much strength for Andras to move his sleepy body over.

Now Robin lay squarely on top of Andras’ chest with his legs parted in a position to ride him.

Generously Andras’ hands moved downwards to slowly cup Robin’s round firm buttocks.

When Robin continued to snore lightly, showing no signs of stirring, Andras pressed his small down against his own body.

Next to his body, Robin appeared so small and vulnerable.

Excitement flooded his pores as he wondered how much of Andras he could take into his tiny body.

Already Andras’ mind envisioned the inside of him to be hot and inviting, and vaguely he wondered how tight Robin would be wrapped around his length.

Would he squeeze the life out of him when he absorbed his size and take him deeper into his body that his brain could ever imagine.

With only his underwear on, Andras got to view his chest as he slumbered, when he breathed he moved slightly unveiling the rosy pink tip of his tiny nipples.

Would Robin wake up if his moist tongue sucked hard on his nipples?

Probably not, he had been denied sleep for so long that a pod of orcas could attack the ship and cause it to capsize and Robin would still be fast asleep.

It felt like Robin was sliding off of him, so Andras shifted his body slightly again while gently sliding his callous palm down his naked back.

He wanted more than to just touch and feel the velvety texture of Robin’s skin beneath his palm.

Suddenly Robin flinched in his dreams and cried out in alarm like he was having a nightmare.

As Andras was deliberating whether to wake him or not he calmed down and that’s when Andras felt the raised welts on Robin’s back.

Even though expensive ointment had been applied, Robin did not heal fast like Andras with his demonic healing.

Awkwardly Andras shifted Robin’s body so that he could get a better view of the red welts that stretched widely across his back.

It was a good sign that they had already started to scab over and hopefully Robin would not end up with scars.

At least he and his husband had something in common he had endured many whippings himself during his years spent at the Winter Court.

He closed his eyes briefly thinking about Winter Court always brought painful memories.

Instead, Andras would rather think about Squire James if he wasn’t certain the man was dead already he would have killed him again.

Certainly over the years Squire James could have given Robin a reason to give up on life but still the boy never surrendered and kept trying to run away.

Earlier his anger and lust had overridden his reasoning and nearly made him lose control and take advantage of the poor boy while he slept.

Now he felt overwhelmed with feelings, a dangerous combination of frustration, anxiety, pity and sadness flooded his senses.

A demon would never have these kinds of feelings, it was what reminded Andras that he was different from his father’s kin.

Even though he empathized with Robin, he could not stop the naked desire that racked his body and made him want to spread his legs and plunge right in.

Every time he looked at Robin’s innocent sleeping face he could not fulfill his wicked intentions.

Those welts on Robin’s back reminded him of the time when he was just as young and pure as Robin.

Andras still remembered the pain and how defenceless he felt in the hands of his abusers.

He remembered vowing to himself, making a pact not to turn out like his handlers, not to inflict that hopelessness on anyone but his worst enemies.

Tonight was out of his hands, if he must, Andras would willingly stay awake by Robin’s side and watch over him as he slept peacefully through the night.

Since when did Andras turn into a simp, even when sleeping he was letting the boy control his actions.

All of his existence, he had never felt like more of a pantsy until today.

He thought about all those times earlier when he snapped at his men for trying to separate him from Robin and just shook his head.

His overprotectiveness of Robin had startled himself as much as it did his inner circle.

Now was the perfect time to leave the room until Robin clutched widely at the end of his wedding jacket as if reading his private thoughts though his eyes were still closed.

Robin stirred against him and whispered a few words that changed his life.

"Safe only with you."

When Robin opened his eyes again, he realized he was being held and said, "Andras, let me go."

Before Andras could respond Robin started vomiting, all that alcoholic beverages that small frame was not used to gushed forward like a geyser.

Spewing chunks of barely digested food all over Andras’ wedding suit.

Then Robin closed his eyes again and fell asleep in his own filth.

After cleaning Robin with a wet cloth he put him to rest on an armchair while he replaced the sullied sheets on the bed with clean ones.

Then he took off his own clothes and tidied himself.

By the time he was done, he was too exhausted to search for clothes for himself.

Instead, he just placed Robin on the bed and wasn’t surprised when the boy curled up next to his warmth but he was too exhausted to respond this time around. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Andras couldn’t even get mad if he wanted to, he should have known better and curbed Robin’s drinking, so he basically blamed himself for ruining his own wedding night.