Defiant Destiny Ch. 06

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.

"Was he loud because you kept teasing him? Like you teased me today?" I asked.

"Maybe..." Layla moaned against my mouth.

I chuckled. Oh, what a seductive little succubus she was, and so effective in getting her way. Deep down I was immensely proud of her, but had no intention of telling her at this moment - not until...

"Well, two can play the teasing game, my sweet..." I grinned and I pulled out of her sopping pussy, turned her around and pinned her to the railing with my body. My cock effortlessly located her pussy again from behind, yet instead of the fast, hard pace of moments ago, I slid inside her drenched core very slowly, feeling it engulf my cock inch by excruciatingly slow inch. Layla had been very close to her orgasm and growled at my change of pace. However, since I had her pinned to the railing, she had no other option than to endure my deliciously slow pace.

A myriad of emotions flooded my bond with her - confusion, frustration, but also incredible desire. Despite the urgency with which she still tried to push back onto my thrusts, she purred in delight at feeling my cock slide in and out of her, ever so slowly. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me, kissing her spine and loving the way our bodies slithered against each other so slowly and sweatily. This slow pace was not something I was used to with two hungry succubi, but it was definitely very enjoyable.

One of my hands traveled to her breasts and squeezed those large, wonderful orbs, drawing the most erotic and impatient moans from Layla. She wiggled and slithered against me, mewling desperately. With my other hand I cupped her face and turned her ear towards my mouth so I could nibble on her earlobe.

Layla moaned deeply and her hands desperately grabbed my head to crush my mouth in a needy kiss. "Please, Dante..." she mumbled against my mouth. "Stop teasing me..."

I nibbled her neck, grinning into her skin, but not changing this slow thrusting inside of her quivering pussy. "You don't like being teased, my sweet?" I chuckled into her mind.

Layla groaned in erotic desparation. "I do... but..."

"But what?" I asked her, dragging my tongue towards her scar.

My succubus shuddered in delight. "But I want to cum... so bad... Please Dante... I get it, I'll behave..." she mumbled breathlessly.

I chuckled. I didn't believe her, but it didn't matter. I inhaled deeply at her neck and licked her earlobe. How I loved this wanton succubus of mine. I let my love and desire for her flow through our bond, enjoying her corresponding mewl. "Deal..." I growled in her ear and began fucking her with hard, deep thrusts.

Layla threw her head back with a loud, relieved moan and started thrusting back in earnest. The sound of our sweaty slapping bodies was quickly drowned out by Layla's loud moans that turned into high pitched squeals. Her head was lolling from side to side and within seconds her pussy gripped my cock like a vice as she succumbed to a mind blowing orgasm. Layla screamed her orgasm into the empty factory hall, her claws digging deep into the railing as she held on for dear life while her entire body spasmed in bliss.

Her immense lust was overwhelming. My demon roared his desire to claim Layla in my mind and without thinking I dug my fangs deep into her scar, shooting my seed deep inside her convulsing pussy the moment her sweet blood hit my tongue. Layla bucked hard in my arms, gasping for breath as she seamlessly tumbled in a second, more powerful orgasm.

I kept thrusting inside her, drawing out her pleasure for as long as I could, while drinking deeply from her, my demons roars of triumph coming out as an endless stream of growls from my chest.

Ever so slowly her jerky movements and moans calmed down and she rested her head on my shoulders with an intensely satisfied sigh. I leisurely licked her neck, having closed the wound a while ago, but enjoying the texture of her scar on my tongue. Layla purred breathlessly and brought her hand up to sift through my sweaty hair.

"So fucking good... so FUCKING good!" she moaned in my mind, panting hard. She slowly rubbed her ass against my abdomen, savoring the last residual erotic tingles of her powerful orgasms with my cock still inside her.

"THIS is why I love to tease you, Dante... You always fuck me so good afterwards..." she chuckled.

I grinned in her neck and lazily dragged my fingers along her sweaty breasts. Some of the workers' cum had liquified again from her sweat, making a sticky mess on her skin. Layla turned her head to mine and our lips found each other in a slow kiss. I felt her cheeks contract into a smile against mine. "You love it too. Admit it," she grinned in our kiss.

I laughed. "I do, my sweet. Though I would appreciate it if you knew when to stop. I do have other matters to attend to apart from feeding you and Cyrea, you know..." I mumbled against her mouth.

"Details..." she giggled and sighed pleasurably again.

For the second time today I found myself enjoying the wonderful erotic afterglow of amazing sex with one of my succubi. I disentangled myself from my purring Layla with a chuckle, scratching an itch on my legs.

"What's so funny?" my succubus asked.

"I'm covered in sweat, sand and other men's semen. I'm going to take a shower," I announced.

Layla giggled and turned around to capture my lips with a kiss. "Not me, I'm stuffed, or I was stuffed, hah! I'll go and rest now... And, thank you for that amazing fuck just now!"

I broke the kiss and playfully smacked her cum covered ass. "You're very welcome, my sweet,"

Layla trailed off towards the bedroom where Cyrea was and I felt both of their lust rekindle through my bonds. With a chuckle I presumed Layla wouldn't be covered in cum anymore after my shower.

***

The shower was refreshing and I had just finished toweling off when I felt...something.

A small wave of energy passed through me and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I froze and looked around, focusing and stretching my senses as far as they could go. Nothing. Everything appeared normal. Apart from Cyrea and Layla in the bedroom, nobody was around, and beside the dripping shower, I couldn't hear anything either. Odd... Did I imagine it?

I tossed my wet towel in the corner and froze mid step. There it was again - that foreboding wave of invisible energy. It was stronger this time. I frowned - I didn't like this... Not one bit.

Another energy pulse came by, and another. They were getting increasingly stronger. I growled loudly and dashed out on the upper hallway.

The bedroom door opened, and Layla and Cyrea emerged, looking at me with a questioning look. "What's wrong, Dante?" Cyrea asked me.

Another energy pulse pushed through my soul, stronger than the last, making me gasp. "You do not feel this?" I asked, perplexed.

"Feel what?" Layla asked, looking around.

"I don't know, but something's wrong..." I groaned, agitated.

My demon was fiercely growling inside of me. He didn't understand what was happening either, and did not like it. He was adamant to protect our ladies from whatever was happening and surged forward with all his might. I did not object this time, and welcomed his power flowing through me, shifting to my demonic form. If there was a threat coming our way, I sure as hell would be prepared for it - nobody would harm Cyrea or Layla when I was around!

I could feel my succubi's silent confusion through our bonds, but nevertheless they followed my lead, shifting to their demonic forms. I could tell they did not understand what roused my caution, but they silently prepared for an attack regardless.

'How could they not feel this?' I wondered.

I dashed towards the upper balcony overlooking the factory floor and growled menacingly when my eyes fell upon the source of the energy pulses - a bright ball of blue light floated inches above the factory floor. Wisps of energy seemed to leak from it, orbiting around the orb and swirling in increasingly larger circles around it. One of those wisps of energy passed right through us and I groaned - that was what I felt.

I glanced at Cyrea and Layla, but they seemed completely oblivious to the entire phenomenon - they were scouring the room, yet not seeing the blue orb.

"What is it?" Layla growled, tense because of my alertness to danger, yet not being able to see it herself. "What do you see?"

"There's a big ball of blue light floating above the factory floor, with energy seeping out of it," I growled.

Cyrea gasped. "That's probably Eir! Her magic has a pure blue hue to it," she squealed.

I processed this information and peered at the ball of light. It appeared to have become bigger.

"It had better be Eir," I snarled, flexing my claws and swiping my tail menacingly. My demon agreed - if anyone else would exit this thing, they would be torn to shreds.

More and more energy leaked from the orb and without warning, the blue ball of light silently exploded in a blinding flash.

I snarled as the bright silhouette of my surroundings was briefly burned onto my cornea. I felt an unknown presence appear at the site of the light, and growled my frustration at not being able to see.

It seemed Cyrea recognized the presence, though.

"Eir!" she squealed excitedly.

Blinking profusely, my vision managed to slowly return to me and I watched my mate swoop down, shift to her human form and greet a beautiful ashen blonde woman with a warm hug. Relief flooded me. This was indeed a friend instead of some unknown dodgy foe.

I silently watched Cyrea hugging Eir, happily chatting away with the woman. Eir wore a deep blue dress with beautiful silver stitchings and tightly gripped a wooden gem covered staff. While I knew this woman was on our side, I was still filled with a healthy dose of apprehension. After all, this was a woman who could rip out someone's soul...

Eir seemed genuinely happy to see Cyrea though, and warmly hugged her, a tentative smile forming on her lips.

So... this was the Valkyrie.

Time to meet.

I shifted to human form and wanted to go down to greet her, but then remembered I was still naked from my shower. Deciding it would not be the grandest display of social etiquette to greet a woman in your birthday suit, I quickly rushed to our bedroom, cursing myself for not having done the laundry and snatched the only available clean and undamaged clothes I could locate - sweatpants for me and two large t-shirts for my ladies.