Hello again!
Lovely to have you back. Time to meet Eir in this chapter. I am especially giddy about the end of the chapter, and I'm hoping you'll be too.
Enjoy!
***Dante***
Cyrea lay happily purring on my chest and I lay happily on my back stroking her hair. Life was good in our erotic afterglow on my office floor.
Her fingers had trailed their way to my nipple and she was leisurely drawing circles around it. I could tell from her silence and mindless touches that she was contemplating something.
I wiped a sweaty curl from her cheek, "What are you thinking about, my love?"
Cyrea propped herself up on my chest, her large soft breasts pressing into my skin and stared into my eyes with a curious, yet mischievous twinkle. "You, my dear Dante, have this phenomenal and delicious ability to make me and Layla lose control and shift to our demonic form," she drawled, dragging her nails along my chest. "I was wondering... What would happen if
you
were to lose control?"
Her inquisitive eyes almost seemed to pierce mine. "Would your demon burst forth? Would you still be
you
, or would it be your demon who's calling the shots?" she mused.
I looked deep into her eyes, feeling my demon very much awake inside of me - he was also intently looking at our mate. "I don't know..." I answered slowly.
Cyrea was silent, looking intently at me and lost in thought.
"Would you be willing to find out?" she asked me after a while. The look on her face was serious.
My demon growled his approval inside my mind. I, on the other hand, was less enthusiastic. "I'm not sure... I don't think I trust my demon enough to be in control," I answered Cyrea truthfully.
My mate took a moment to think, and my demon took a moment to growl at me.
I sighed, more at my demon than at Cyrea, "It's just... The mere thought or memory of something threatening can turn him into a growling, snarling beast... Or when you or Layla tease me he's pounding at my insides to fuck you harder or claim you again..." I tried to explain.
Cyrea just looked at me intently, probably seeing my demon present behind my eyes. He did not like what I had to say, and I was at least thankful he seemed to be listening to my words instead of bashing at my insides.
A soft smile appeared on Cyrea's lips and she tenderly cupped my face with her hand. I leaned into her touch and scented her wrist.
"I don't think he'd hurt you or Layla, I mean - he's rough, but he won't
hurt
you, I'm sure of that. It's just that I think he needs to...I don't know...calm down or grow up? If that makes sense?" I asked her, hoping dearly I didn't offend my demon too much. He, in turn, was awfully silent, so I guessed (rather, hoped) that he was contemplating my words.
Cyrea's fingers fidgeted with my hair. "It makes sense, yes. I understand what you mean," she replied. "Demons are, by their nature, a very primal force. And, your demon has only manifested a few weeks ago - he is still very much driven by those primal instincts. You will both find your balance."
She stared lovingly into my eyes and both myself and my demon were instantly mesmerized by her beauty and grace - as we often were. It was remarkable how her touches, words and gazes could calm the both of us so naturally.
Cyrea's serene grin then grew a little wicked, "However, when your demon does grow up, let me know," she added with a lecherous wink.
I laughed hard and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me and making her breasts bulge on my chest. "I will, my love," I replied and trailed my hands along her skin.
Cyrea purred in my embrace, then resolutely disentangled herself from my embrace, gave me a quick peck on my lips and got up. "I'm going to take a shower.
Someone
forgot to vacuum the rug and now I'm covered in sand," she stated with a more than meaningful look in her eyes.
I frowned in confusion, then let my head drop back onto the floor with a sigh. "Oh... yes... you're right..." I mumbled, remembering it was my turn to vacuum and I had forgotten. Or rather - I kept postponing it
until
I forgot...
How I hated vacuuming. And cleaning the windows. And doing the laundry... Though I mostly hated myself for endlessly postponing it...
As if on queue, the insistent sounds of several email notifications pierced the air, followed by a groan from my end. Despite working hours having ended a while ago, I felt an almost physical pull to my laptop to answer them.
Cyrea giggled and cast me a knowing, silent look.
I sighed again. "I'll vacuum after I've done my emails..." I groaned, feeling the guilt of postponing weigh heavy on my stomach.
Cyrea leant down to give me a kiss on my lips. "Leave the emails. Do the chore. You'll feel better afterwards, my love," my wise mate told me with a knowing smile.
I glared at her. She was right.
"Come on, get up..." she nagged playfully and poked me with the spike on her tail.
I chuckled, then rushed to my feet with lightning speed and pinned my wiseacre mate to the wall. She squealed in delight and wrapped her etheric tail along my leg. Her lips were split in a huge grin and I couldn't help but kiss her.
"How about I postpone my chores a little more and join you in the shower, my love?"
I asked her.
Cyrea laughed and smacked me on my ass. "Oh, no, no, no, my dear Dante! You're not getting out of this one," she mumbled against my lips and wiggled herself out from under me, sexily strutting towards the door. "Besides, I've fed very,
very
well from you and I'm absolutely stuffed for the moment.
I'm
going to shower, and
you
are going to stop postponing," she giggled and strutted out the door.
I watched her leave with a grin on my face. She was right, as usual.
I hovered towards my laptop, peeked at the screen and briefly contemplated scanning my emails for the urgent ones when I was startled by a very sweaty and very cum covered Layla who appeared in my office door. I had muted my bond with her earlier - working became impossible otherwise - so I hadn't noticed her approach.
Layla's eyes were hazy with lust and her panting breath turned into moans when she saw me naked. My gaze traveled across her delectable body and couldn't help but grin lecherously at my thriving succubus - it was easy to see, and smell, that she had fed from multiple men. My demon deeply admired how effective she was at inciting lust in others - the proof of it had dried up all over her breasts and legs.
I unmuted my bond with Layla and groaned deeply at the tsunami of lust and desire that flowed through it - desire for me. My demon growled his satisfaction and before I knew it I walked over to her, grabbed that phenomenal ass of hers and pulled her close to me, residual thoughts of emails or vacuums easily postponed again. Layla moaned impatiently and crushed my mouth in an urgent kiss. I could taste the residue of cum in her mouth and my demon's roar of approval escaped my mouth as a growl.
I walked her backwards until we bumped into the balcony railing overlooking the deserted factory. Layla was urgently and passionately kissing me, muffling both our moans. My hands roamed across her delectable ass and lifted her onto the railing, drawing a horny moan of approval from our impatient succubus and she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist. With her tail she grabbed my cock, stroked it impatiently and positioned it at the entrance of her cum drenched pussy.
My demon demanded I'd fuck her hard, to make her cum gloriously over and over again as a reward for inciting such lust in others, and to claim her - he was
very
eager to claim her again - making it impossible for me to focus.
Between a wanton Layla craving my cock and an internal demon urging me to fuck her hard, I couldn't shake the feeling I was forgetting something, though.
However, when Layla managed to wiggle the head of my cock in her dripping pussy, all rational thought escaped my mind and with a loud growl I pulled her against me, slamming my cock deep inside of her. Layla's lusty moan warped into a satisfied scream as she released my mouth and threw her head back in delight, fucking me with dire urgency.
Feeling Layla's pussy slide so wetly along my cock was exquisite. Her exposed throat was irresistible and I leisurely dragged my tongue along it, fuelled by my demon who was loudly pushing me to claim our wanton succubus again. Layla squealed when she felt my fangs graze the scar of my bite and pressed my head against her throat, digging her nails into my scalp.
Suddenly, through the thick fog of lust and wet slapping of our thighs, I remembered the deal I made with this teasing succubus of mine who was blissfully impaled on my cock - that she could feed from
one
worker. The copious amounts of dried cum on her body and slipperiness of her pussy told me otherwise.
Reluctantly I withdrew my tongue from her throat and cupped her face so I could look in her lust filled eyes. Slowly Layla's hazy eyes focused on mine.
"One man... No orgy..." I panted against her lips.
"That was not... Mmmm... not my fault. Taylor was so loud and...MMmmm...and the others came too..." she moaned and groaned, desperately humping me, her orgasm close at hand. "Mmmm... they sure came... A lot..." she half chuckled, half moaned.
I couldn't resist and captured her luscious lips in a kiss.