Taming His Demon Lover

Andras was none too pleased that he had to join a long line to gain entrance into the Tavern.

Well at least the line was moving, he cocked his ears to listen to the conversation of a few drunk louts also waiting to gain entrance into the Tavern.

"God's teeth."

"This Squire James is a crook"

"Ten gold coins to enter tonight just to get a free drink on entry and watch a dancer shake her hips...thieving bastard."

A chuckle broke from the complainer's friend, "I promise you it's worth every penny. I heard the dancer that will be performing tonight is very good at twisting and undulating her belly, not to mention she is flexible and can contort her body into many shapes like a pretzel."

Clapping that friend's back another guffawed loudly while joking, "Squire James sure knows how to pick them. I heard that she dances like a goddess, straight out of Olympus, doesn't she?"

The friends broke into raucous laughter as the shortest of the bunch moved his waist like a snake and said teasingly, "For the right price she undulates even better in bed."

"So have you tried her?" asked the first bloke. "You are talking like you have experience?"

Shorty laughed, "not for lack of trying. Squire James keeps raising the price and my pockets aren't that deep."

The loudest one empathized, "whores, even the disease free ones are frankly just too submissive for my tastes."

Thankfully the conversation died down the closer they got to the entrance. 

Such talk was always expected wherever liquor was sold, so Andras was hardly surprised. 

As far as he was concerned the noisy one was missing out.

Having your partner be a submissive in bed especially if they were a lady in the streets but a freak between the sheets was pure bliss. 

He smiled knowingly as Andras thought briefly about the mistress left behind on Hell's Island.

She must be mad at him for being away so long.

Since his bride died he had gone through so many mistresses that he could barely recall any detail about her, much less what she looked like. 

To think that he would be returning to Hell's Island with a bride in tow after Andras swore he would never get married again still boggles his mind.

Retrieving his bride felt frustrating like a herculean task of looking for a needle in a haystack. 

The only thing Andras knew about the lass he was about to marry was that she was around eighteen years of age, had olive green eyes and tawny brown hair. 

There was nothing unique about her description or any identifying marks for the Queen hadn't laid eyes on her ward since the child hit puberty.

Malachi had gathered this tiny information from the village residents.

As Squire James did not allow Robin to have any contact with the local children and kept his family isolated from others. 

Most forgot that he even had a child in his care back home that's how private Squire James was about his personal affairs.

He couldn't afford to return home empty handed.

So Andras would bribe Squire James if he must or persuade him with his fists as the alternative.

Suddenly a fight broke out at the door.

The entrance was left unguarded.

As the beefy bouncers that looked like swarthy sailors working their side hustle as security.

Rushed into to break up the fight and solve the problem with their fists.

Soon the sound of glass bottles being broken on heads could be heard as they tried to stop the crowd from getting rowdier.

Only a few other patrons and Andras who weren't observing the fight managed to slip in unnoticed just in time for the show to start. 

There is no better feeling in the world than saving money. 

Andras grinned to himself at how easily he snuck in without paying and even managed to find an empty seat in the front row. 

The crowd was already hyped in anticipation of the performance and even Andras found himself infected by the growing impatience at the delay in the entertainment.

Barmaids were working the rows and those that had tables, were found to be stacked high with empty flasks and glasses.

The chatter of the crowd seemed to rise in octaves the longer the patrons waited and some had already taken to banging on their tables with fists to show their displeasure at the wait.

A gentleman beside him said drunkenly, "oh ho…you must be new to the tavern. I haven't seen your face amongst the regulars before."

Andras simply nodded.

Encouraged, the man leaned toward Andras to whisper conspiratorially, "word on the street is that the dancer we are about to see can be had for fifty gold coins. If the belly dancer is even more pleasing to the eye than my mistress, then I plan to request a private performance. So you are welcome to join us."

Disgusted, Andras heard the stranger's words and scowled before he could reply. 

The curtains were finally drawn and the show was about to begin. 

Andras was intrigued he stared at the stage and leaned forward in his seat, as the lights dimmed the insult from the gentleman was forgotten as the show finally started.

Even the crowd was finally appeased as the spectators broke into cheerful applause at the same time.

Some randy old goats even started whistling and hollering from their seats as the curtains slowly unveiled the beauty on the stage. 

Andras found himself captivated as the dancer slowly moved to the hypnotic beat of the musical instruments. 

For the first time in ages he found himself dumbstruck. 

To his surprise the belly dancer lived up to its reputation.

Everything about her appeared exquisitely delicate, neatly wrapped like a christmas gift.

The cloth so glittery and sheer it encouraged the spectator to want to unwrap the dressing to see what lay beneath the packaging.

Never in a million years did Andras think that as the dance progressed he would want the mystical belly dancer for himself.