Defiant Destiny Ch. 03

She was adamant though and kept tugging my shoulder. Suddenly she gasped loudly when she pulled at my t-shirt and saw Cyrea's markings peek out from underneath the fabric. The angel let go of my shoulder and stumbled backwards into the wall.

The incubus had regained his bearings by now and I saw his etheric tail swipe menacingly around him. He roared his anger and charged at me. I didn't even bother to dodge his weak excuse of an attack and punched him square in the face. His battle roar ended in a painful whine as he clutched his broken nose, blood seeping out between his fingers. I marched over to him, grabbed him by the throat and slammed him hard into the wall. I let my eyes bleed to black and dug my claws in his neck. The incubus's eyes went wide and I slightly loosened my steel grip on his throat to hear him squeak, "...You're ...demon?"

I growled menacingly at him, baring my sharp fangs at him and tightly squeezed his throat. The lust and anger that wafted off him seconds ago were replaced by the stench of pure fear.

"This is the only warning you get," I hissed with a low growl, narrowing my eyes at him. "If I ever find you raping someone again, I will tear off your cock and make you eat it."

I sunk my claws into his skin and felt his blood seep through my fingers.

"Understand?"

With my deathly grip on his throat he could neither nod nor talk, so I loosened my grip ever so slightly.

"Y-yes..." he squeaked breathlessly.

"Good," I growled, holding him a few seconds longer to make sure he fully understood my promise. When the stench of fear was becoming nauseating I released his throat and he fell to the floor. Without looking back he scurried to the exit of the alley, stumbling clumsily with his pants still around his ankles. I carefully watched him as he retreated out of sight with his tail between his legs, and turned to the frightened angel.

Even though my eyes had lost their demonic coloring by the time I regained eye contact, she knew enough and hesitantly kept her distance from me, pressing herself against the wall behind her. She was silently watching me, her azure eyes wide in shock. Strange... Both the incubus and the angel seemed surprised to learn I was a demon.

"You don't need to fear me. I won't harm you," I told her gently, raising my hands in a non-threatening gesture. The angel was still wary of me - it was easy to read from her body language.

Not wanting to add to her stress, I merely told her, "My name is Dante. I live in the big factory around the corner. If you ever find yourself in trouble again, please come find me. I'll help you," I said softly, making her see the earnesty in my eyes. She gave me a shallow nod, which I reciprocated with a nod and a smile. Without making any sudden moves I slowly made my way towards the exit of the alley.

Around the corner a very proud (and horny) Cyrea was waiting for me. She flowed into my arms and kissed me passionately.

"You've become powerful. Very impressive, my love," she purred in my mind. "And very, very sexy..." she said as her tail crept up my leg in search of my cock.

I glanced towards the angelic presence in the alley and decided the poor thing had been around enough horny demons for one day. Cyrea followed my gaze towards the alley and silently understood, disentangling herself from me and taking my hand so we could continue our way. As we walked away, a soft "Thank you..." sounded behind me, making me smile.

***

On our way to the supermarket we came across an old fashioned candy store - it had colorful letters on the windows and row after row of colorful candy lured visitors inside. Figuring this shop would definitely provide something tasty for our dear friend, Cyrea went in to buy some sweets for Alexis while I waited outside. I was still getting used to my heightened senses - I didn't even need to enter the shop and my nose was already itching from the overpowering scents of sugar, cinnamon and chocolate that wafted outside. Cyrea didn't mind gathering a selection of sweets on her own, though. She was fond of shopping, regardless of what was being bought.

I spotted an empty bench across the street overlooking the nearby shopping area and sat down, waiting for Cyrea to finish. Man, I could still smell the sugar and cinnamon down here. I sighed and tried to focus on other things. Like the dead bugs stuck to the windshield of a taxi, all the way at the end of the street. I smirked when I marveled at how incredibly powerful my senses had become. Being a demon definitely had its perks.

I closed my eyes. I felt him too, my inner demon. I knew he was supposed to be the mere manifestation of the sinful and/or violent part of me, but he felt like more than that - like a separate entity inside of me, with his own emotions and thoughts, guiding me in my actions. He was easily angered, quick to growl and horny as hell, but also very protective when the situation called for it. And powerful. Very powerful.

I exhaled slowly, feeling the place inside my chest where all that power was centered. He was dormant now, but I knew I could delve into that deep pool of strength to transform my body and fight off any and all that would ever try to hurt me or Cyrea. I felt my demon stirr at that thought, and suppressed a growl.

A wicked smile grew on my face. Nobody would ever harm Cyrea. Not while I was alive to stop them. Or rather, while we were alive to stop them. I hadn't figured out how to talk to my demon just yet, but I knew we'd be a team to be reckoned with some day.

Cyrea... My smile softened when I thought of her. I opened my eyes and glanced into Cyrea's general direction, sensing her inside the shop. Both my demonic and my human side had a deep, almost tangible love for that wonderful little succubus. My rational human side would argue that love between people needed to grow and prosper, that it could not simply exist in the blink of an eye. But, as Cyrea had explained earlier, "It's a soulmate thing..." Our souls were destined to find each other and would love each other unconditionally once they had met. Simple as that apparently.

What was less simple, was that my soulmate happened to be a very attractive succubus, and that my human side had some residual issues with monogamy... I couldn't blame myself either though - for the vast majority of my existence I had been human and was raised with the noble notion of monogamy. And, while I was still coming to terms with the sheer futility of that while having a succubus as a mate, I was not quite there yet.

My demon had no issues with that whatsoever though - Cyrea had been claimed, she bore the mark of my bite and of my soul, so it was fine. She could fuck whomever she wanted as far as my demon was concerned. I sighed. Finding a new internal balance was still a work in progress...

Suddenly my attention peaked when I sensed a demonic presence nearby. My eyes searched for its source and quickly located her further down the street and walking towards me - it was a succubus. Her aura looked so much more intricate now that I was a demon, and I marveled at its beauty. Following her with my gaze, my demon stirred to life. The horny bastard had keenly noticed she was still unclaimed and wordlessly urged me to take her and claim her - having her bound to us would strengthen us even more, he reasoned. The human part of me was appalled by the thought and wouldn't dare to, not now I had Cyrea as my mate.

These internal emotions went on and on while I tracked the succubus with my eyes. At one point she raised her head and looked around, as if she felt like she was being watched. Her eyes glazed over me, but she didn't pay me any attention. She shrugged it off and continued walking.

I cocked my head in surprise and frowned. Did she just look at me and dismiss me as human? Just like the other two immortals earlier today? Did she not recognise the powerful demon that I had become?

I was baffled, yet my demon practically roared in rapture. He urged me to take ruthless advantage of her inability to detect our true nature and lure her into the false security that she was seducing a human instead of a powerful demon. Again I was dumbfounded, I didn't realize my demon possessed such an evil streak. Thankfully my human side balanced it out quite well and kept my ass firmly seated on the bench. Still, it'd be best to keep a close watch on that.

"Everything okay there, Dante? I'm picking up a lot of emotions from you..." Cyrea asked me tentatively. Despite not being able to see her while she was still inside the shop, I automatically looked in her general direction before answering her.

"I'm fine, my love. Just trying to find a workable balance between my humanity and my demon," I replied, still baffled. My eyes sought out the succubus again and tracked her until she rounded a corner and she disappeared from sight.

I turned my head and saw Cyrea exit the shop, carrying a large bag that was probably filled to the brim with liquorice. I crossed the street towards her and gave her a brief kiss. Cyrea looked at me with a sweet smile and cupped my face with her hand, rubbing my cheek with her thumb. "Demons are very different from humans, dear Dante." A troubled look marred her lovely face. "You will need to find a balance yourself. I'm afraid I cannot help you with this..."

I gathered her in my arms and sought out her neck with my nose, grounding myself in her scent. "No worries, my love. I'll figure myself out. I was just surprised my demon had such an evil streak."

I could feel Cyrea chuckle in my embrace.

"Sinners aren't saints..." she mused, letting her etheric tail creep up my leg and lightly pet my cock.

I laughed and placed a kiss on top of her crimson curls.

"Let's go. We have a gift to deliver," I said, taking the (rather heavy) bag from Cyrea.

Cyrea giggled, but then her eyes caught something behind me on the pavement, and in that instant I felt what her eyes must have seen - an angelic presence coming towards us. Several actually, but my senses hadn't developed enough yet for me to 'count' them. I turned around and saw five angels at the end of the street, striding towards us on the pavement.

While Cyrea didn't appear to be alarmed or anything, she did pay close attention to the immortal clique, like a cat eyeing a dog in the distance. Frowning, I realized I had no clue regarding angel-demon etiquette.

"What do angels and demons usually do when they meet? Fight? Claw each other's eyes out?"

My mate answered without taking their eyes off the group, "Nothing much usually, we tend to leave each other alone. However...", she continued with a slight frown, "the short one in the middle looks important. Better keep a close eye on her."

I followed her gaze and spotted the short angel Cyrea mentioned. Even from this distance, I could tell she walked with a confident stride, like she owned the city. Angels' eyesight must not be as good as that of a demon however, because it took an awfully long time for them to notice us. The short one finally saw us, or rather - locked eyes with Cyrea - whose hands were draped around my neck and her tail, as usual, securely wrapped around my leg.

The angel seemed to completely ignore me however, and gasped dramatically - she actually clasped her hands in front of her mouth in disdain. She then huffed in disgust in our general direction, crossed the street and continued her way on the other side of the road, her unusually poofy ethereal wings bobbing with each step. The rest of her clique imitated her with slightly less fervor and followed the short one like sheep. They made a conscious effort to not notice us as they strode along their path, looking as high and mighty as they possibly could, especially the short - and, I decided, obnoxious - one.

"Well... That happened..." I mumbled, not quite understanding which kind of strange angelic etiquette we had just witnessed and whether or not I should say or do something to defend Cyrea's honor against these strange angels. Turning to Cyrea I couldn't help but frown.

"I thought you meant angels and demons don't actively hate each other..."

A frustrated throaty groan escaped Cyrea's lips - she was just as baffled as I was and turned to me in reply, raising an eyebrow.

"I've never seen something like this either. I take back my previous statement, I'm not sure if the short one is important, but she sure as hell feels like she is."

That made me grin.

"Good to know they're not all like that. Actually..." I added with a smirk, "The only angel I do know got kicked out of heaven for having sex, so I don't have much to go by."

That made Cyrea giggle. She looped her arm in mine and tugged me away.

"Let's not keep said angel waiting then, my love," she replied.

***

It turned out Alexis lived in the penthouse of one of the more prestigious apartment buildings in town. Usually reserved for the rich, successful and materialistic upper class, it seemed a strange place for an angel to reside. In their purity, they usually lived in more simple homes, away from unnecessary luxury. However, our angelic friend appeared to be a born sinner and had plenty of money to spend, so he happily indulged himself in opulent luxury.

We entered the big glass revolving doors of the apartment building's reception and found ourselves in a large, bright hall with a white marbled floor. Tasteful artwork donned the walls and exotic plants lined the walls, leading up to the elevators on the left. Two muscular men in suits stood silently next to the elevators. They looked like bouncers, or guards. A large, curved solid wooden desk sat at the center of the reception area. It was polished so well you could almost see your reflection in it.

We walked towards the desk and were greeted by a very attractive young woman sitting behind it.

"Good morning, how may I help you?" she chirped, her gorgeous smile showing her perfect white teeth.

"Good morning, Charlene," I read from her nametag. "We're here to visit our good friend Alexis. He lives in the penthouse."

Charlene quickly checked her computer screen.

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Porter has not informed reception that he will be receiving visitors today. We have a strict policy about only letting people through who have been confirmed as guests by our residents. Some of our residents lead high profile lives and appreciate their privacy, as I'm sure you will understand," she added with the most endearing smiles I've ever seen.

Cyrea wasn't fazed and showed Charlene her bag filled with liquorice.

"No, of course we didn't notify him - we came over for a surprise visit and even brought him his favorite candy. Could you perhaps call him to let us in?"

Despite the knowing smile Charlene tried to hide at seeing the liquorice, she didn't budge.

"I'm terribly sorry, but it's against our policy to call our residents for unannounced guest access." She folded her hands and looked at us with a smile that was both professionally polite, as well as to make it clear this was not up for discussion. It seems we were not getting in.

"Well, there goes that... Any ideas?" I mentally asked Cyrea as I eyed the guards. My demon already knew I could take them on without a hitch, but my human side reasoned that it would not be a good idea if we'd want to visit Alexis in the future - social etiquette and all.

I frowned and looked hopefully at Cyrea.

My wicked mate just smirked and leaned over the reception desk, putting her ample bosom on display for Charlene to admire. I watched how Cyrea unfolded her etheric wings and stretched them over Charlene, shaking them ever so lightly. A tiny bit of the familiar sparkly dust fell down and I heard an almost inaudible gasp from Charlene when it was absorbed by her skin.

"Awwww..." Cyrea pouted and idly stroked her throat, slowly tracing her fingers down to her cleavage.

"Are you sure there isn't something you can do for us?"

Charlene's eyes were hooded and her mouth hung slightly open, hypnotically tracking Cyrea's fingers making their way to her breasts. Charlene licked her lips and I felt her lust rising. "Charlene, sweety?" Cyrea pressed, scraping her fingernails across her covered nipples.

Charlene held her breath and blindly reached over to a numeric keypad next to her computer. She hit a few keys and hit enter. Immediately one of the elevator doors opened with a ping. Cyrea's lips broke out in a huge smile and she leaned over to give Charlene a soft, lingering kiss.

"Thank you..." Cyrea whispered after she broke the sensual kiss. Charlene moaned softly and closed her eyes.

"You're welcome..." she replied hoarsely and licked her lips, savoring the kiss.

We sauntered over to the elevators. I could feel Cyrea's satisfaction through our bond, which was mirrored by my demon - he was very proud of her inciting such lust in others.

"Well done, my love. That was very interesting to watch," I complimented her, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

"Mmmm... Indeed," she replied. "A lot of aphrodisiac turns someone into a horny mess, but a little bit is enough to, how shall I put it, 'convince' someone..." she explained, practically wagging her etheric tail.

We entered the elevator doors and while they softly closed we could hear Charlene call out to one of the muscular guards.

"Uhm, Kurt? Could you come and ...uhh ...give me a hand over here?" I smirked - lust was dripping from her voice.

Cyrea heard it too of course, and was quite pleased with herself.

"Good for her," she said strongly. "I could tell that poor girl hadn't had sex in weeks. She desperately needs it."

While the elevator doors closed and it started ascending I drew Cyrea close to me and kissed her deeply.

"Well look at that, Cyrea the good samaritan," I said, grinning in her mouth and rubbing my erection against her.

Cyrea giggled through the kiss.

"The more sex, the better. Regardless of whether I'm invited," she replied smugly, draping her arms around my neck.

I broke the kiss and looked into her deep blue eyes.

"Would you like to have joined them if the situation had allowed it?" I asked, curious about her answer.

Cyrea looked at me cautiously, and keenly noted, "With your history of possessiveness, a better question would be whether you would have liked me to..."

I chuckled. Touché. She had a point there.

I lifted my hand and touched the scar of my claiming bite on her throat. Rubbing over it I heard her sigh in delight.

"You're mine. Now and always. As I am yours." I tucked away a curl behind her ear. "I know that you love me, just as I love you. I feel it in my soul. Nothing can change that. I thought I'd have to get used to the idea of someone else being with you sexually, but after witnessing you tease just now, all I could feel was pride," I told her, gazing into her gorgeous eyes.

A large smile shone on Cyrea's face - a smile I fondly reciprocated.

"I was proud of you for seducing that woman so subtly, for rousing her desire, and it somehow feels wrong to hold you back in bringing her to completion. I understand that demons, and especially succubi, don't give a shit about monogamy. It's the human side of me that was raised with those values, but I understand that's not really an option with a succubus as a mate," I chuckled and kissed her deeply.

The elevator pinged its arrival at the top floor and the doors slowly slid open, revealing a narrow corridor with a marbled floor. At the end of it was Alexis's front door.

"Give my stubborn humanity a little time to get used to it. That's all," I whispered, kissing my wonderful mate.