Taming His Demon Lover

Andras and every other guy in the tavern was held spellbound to the dancer's moves and had their eyes glued to the stage. 

Everything about the dance was suggestive from the start and designed to inflame the audience's libido. 

A half demon Andras normally had some kind of instinctive protection against spells of lust or hypnotic attacks. 

Right now he felt like, if someone was to start a brawl beside him, he wouldn't move a muscle.

As he watched a dance designed to arouse the senses. 

The belly dancer's movements might have seemed simple at first but the longer she danced the more intricate the position seemed that even beads of sweat start to form. 

He wanted to lick the sweat of her body.

As the girl's moves were alluringly sensual but there was an undertone of innocence that made the performance even more dramatic.

The dancer wore a veil that only showed her eyes.

Everytime she jumped or did some flashy move he wanted the veil to shift so he could see her features better.

Mesmerizing olive green eyes that clicked with him for some strange reason but it was impossible since he's never heard of this dancer before that evening.

The veil could only be for the petite peformer's own protection, since she was working in an environment with mostly males. 

Outside the moon hung in the sky but on stage the dancer sparkled brighter than the sun.

Her entire costume was spun in shades of yellow, orange and gold, normally such bright colors would appear gaudy but on her it looked tasteful.

Andras licked his lips, salivating as she did a backflip that ended in a 6:30 position like the arms of a clock. 

When she slowly straightened her body from the waist upwards.

Glitter flew from her body like fairy dust driving the crowd wild.

The faster she spun around it gave the effect of a glittery tornado moving across the stage.

Disappointment struck him like lightning that even with all that flurry of activity the veil remained plastered to her face.

It led downwards to meet with a turtleneck tank top that cut off at the shoulders leaving her toned arms free and bare.

Not everyone could have big breasts, her chest was flat like pancakes but it did not distract from the show. 

Andras loved how her chest moved in circular patterns and he envisioned kissing puckered nipples as she undulated beneath him.

Her small frame would normally make the opposite sex feel the need to be protective but right now he only felt the stirrings of lust. 

Unexpectedly, she removed a sash from her costume.

The kind with accessories dangling from it.

So that it looked like she shimmered even brighter when she moved.

Then she flung the sash deep into the heart of the crowd and the men went wild.

Some nosedived and clashed starting another brawl until the victor stood with the sash fisted in triumph.

Fighting over the right to retain the trophy as if it was an invitation to share her bed later.

With that portion of the costume removed, the crowd could see more of her belly on display. 

Not an ounce of fat.

Andras felt like his hands alone could span her waist.

As the material of her trousers hung below the hips with more of those shiny dangly things pinned on. 

He liked that in some places the material was so sheer that when she started to sweat more the material molded itself to her perky ass. 

Around her wrists and ankles were huge gold bangles that clinked rhythmically when she pranced around the stage. 

Her make up was interesting, very heavy usage of black kohl, almost caked on.

Designed to probably conceal more of her features from the crowd.

Now he realized what added to her innocence was the fact that she kept her face downwards throughout most of the dance routine as if shy or was it to not make eye contact?

But why?

Most exotic dancers revel in the praise and attention from the crowd yet this dancer shied away from it. 

When the performance was over, the dancer quickly exited the stage and did not return for an encore. 

When his "neighbor" seated next to him looked like he was about to give chase, Andras stopped him.

"You wouldn't want to do that if I were you. Leave this girl to me?"

Perturbed, the generous gentleman looked at Andras in surprise. 

"My friend," he responded casually, "why would you want to steal the belly dancer away from me when I have already offered to share."

"Simple. I will not."

Suddenly, Andras' red eyes glowed as he stressed the words with a very forceful manner. 

The man sat down in his seat confused as if he forgot what he was about to do next. 

Andras smiled as he went after the girl. 

He didn't understand his current fascination but Andras sensed a mystery surrounding the belly dancer and he wanted to uncover her secrets.

Andras wanted to examine the girl to see if she charmed the crowd with fey magic. 

Use of fey magic so close to the human borderline was illegal. 

Even in the crowd, fey creatures mingled amongst the humans but they left their otherworldly nature at home and behaved themselves in public.

No one wanted to get hunted down by the Wild Hunt, the executioners of those who broke the laws of their world. 

The Gods may have abandoned the fey world to the Kings and Queens of the Winter and Summer Court.

However, sometimes they got bored and still intervened whenever the scales of balance between the two warring courts became lopsided. 

He knew that now was not the time to get distracted when he was here on a mission but this dancer definitely stirred something deep within him. 

Andras slipped around the ropes to go behind the stage which surprisingly a venue with such a large crowd had very little in the way of security at the back. 

Using his shadow skill he avoided being seen and was wondering which way to turn when he heard voices. 

"So stubborn," muttered an older voice in a brown wool coat. "Just as loose as your harlot mother."

A whip descended across a narrow back but the victim did not scream even though black kohl eyes widened with unshed tears. 

The nasally voice continued, "You're forcing my hand Robin. Let me know when you're ready to change your mind."

Followed by hand movement, so naturally Robin braced himself for the feel of the whip and a shudder went through his body. 

Robin knew that if he fainted the lashes would stop.

As he would not give this old pervert the satisfaction of seeing his tears. 

Robin tensed up, as already his gold glitter covered back started to bleed.

Surprisingly someone grabbed a hold of the lash with his right hand and stopped the barbed whip from slicing his tender flesh again.