Hello everyone :) Thank you so much for all your kind words and generous ratings! For days now I've been walking around with a huge smile on my face, for I had been very nervous to publish my story and I'm absolutely thrilled you lovely people like it. I realized I feel a little like Alexis did when he returned to heaven after having sinned, ecstatic, but unable to share it (my family and friends don't know about this erotic hobby of mine). For now, I will gladly share my stories with you in the meantime.
Here is the second chapter for you to devour, enjoy ,)
*** Dante ***
I knew I was dreaming, but saw nothing. Only darkness surrounded me. 'What a strange dream...' I thought, trying to distinguish anything in the darkness. Once in a while, faint fragments of sound penetrated the gloom as I kept shifting in and out of consciousness in this black mist. At first I couldn't identify them, for they were too vague. Slowly but surely I started recognizing words, voices... Cyrea's voice! Cyrea was talking to me, but ...I couldn't respond. My body was paralysed while my mind was stuck in this strange void. I tried to wake up and struggle my limbs to life, but I tired far too quickly and blacked out yet again.
*** Cyrea ***
Exquisite. Absolutely exquisite. No other word could describe being claimed by this wonderful man lying next to me. 'It doesn't matter he's human, soon he won't be anymore, now that our souls are binding...' I mused with a delighted smile while tracing my claw along his muscles, noticing they had already grown significantly since our mating minutes ago. I eagerly eyed his flaccid penis, curious to see if that muscle too had grown. 'Alas, I'll just have to be a good, patient little succubus for now,' I thought wistfully.
In the meantime I simply enjoyed watching Dante sleep, trying to discover what else had changed. It shouldn't take long for the fragment of my soul that I gave him with my bite to have fully merged with his own soul, completing his transformation and giving shape to his inner demon. I smiled happily at the thought and was eager to see what Dante could do in demon form if he was able to claim a succubus while still a human. "I'd love to battle you one day..." I mused to his sleeping form.
It was unheard of for a human to claim a succubus, but this one did it. My Dante did it. I was still feeling awfully possessive and loving towards him, which was new. I had never felt those feelings for ...well ...for anyone to be honest. I'd known quite a few succubi that were claimed by a Demonic Lord, but none of them ever mentioned being possessive about their claim, or feeling any form of affection towards their master - no natural affection anyway.
My claw had traced its way to my claiming bite on his throat and lingered at the site. "I wonder why we do..." I mumbled to my sleeping lover.
My hand dropped to the bed and I stared at him wide eyed. "Are you my destiny?" I asked his unconscious form. I laid my head down next to his on the pillow and studied his sleeping face.
"Are you the soul that mine has been searching for all this time?" I asked with a tentative smile, stroking his spiky black hair with my hand. Regular, peaceful breathing was the only answer I would receive at this time.
If he was, that would have explained so much! The way he longed for me, how quickly he rose up to protect me from those two thugs, the way he made me lose control and in the end claimed me so wonderfully, so exquisitely... Realization dawned on me, and my face lit up with an exciting smile.
I couldn't help myself and leaned in to kiss his unresponsive lips. "We are soulmates, destined to be together, dear Dante. Nothing can keep us apart," I mused and kissed him again, unable to stop smiling. "Great things will lie in our paths."
As if on queue I started feeling the fragments of his soul in my body mark my back. In my delight I had completely forgotten about this! Just as I had passed on a piece of my soul when I bit him, unknowingly did he do the same when biting me. After a claiming, the transferred souls marked the other's body, showing the world they belonged to each other.
Ecstatic, I jumped up off the bed and ran to a nearby mirror to try and see it. I turned my back to the mirror and impatiently held my hair up as I watched how blackened tribal markings were burned into my skin. Even though it looked painful, it did not hurt at all and I happily watched the symbols take shape. They started in my neck and were scorched into my skin in a wide streak along my spinal column, stopping at my tailbone.
When it was done, the breath I'd been holding escaped my lips in a pleasant sigh. Carefully I brought my finger up to touch them. Even though the skin itself felt no different, the sensation I got from touching them was sensual, almost erotic.
With a smile I turned over to Dante to see if my soul had marked him too. He was sleeping on his side, and when I walked around him to see his back, I was delighted to see those same markings had appeared on his skin as well. I lovingly stroked them, daydreaming about what eternity together had in store for us.
As my fingers traced the pattern on his back, Dante moaned softly. Impatiently, I ran over to his face to see if he had woken up, but alas, he was still fast asleep. His large erection greeted me instead. I giggled, staring hungrily at Dante. As much as I longed for the feel of his erection in my hands (or body), Dante would need all of his energy for his transformation, so that meant no snack for me right now. We would have plenty of time to explore each other afterwards.
***
Hours had already passed without any progress, except for Dante becoming restless in his sleep - tossing and turning. A deep ache in my heart surfaced when I heard him groan, wince and even growl in his sleep. This was not looking good. Watching him go through an obviously painful transformation terrified me to my very soul, and I ached to comfort him during his transition, yet not knowing how.
Dante's face was like a constant slideshow of horrible, painful expressions, and sweat dripped down his body soaking the sheets below him. With a lump in my throat I watched how all the muscles in his body tensed painfully one moment and shakily unclench the next. His legs were twitching, sometimes kicking the air and his hands kept flailing or gripping the sheets on the bed, ripping them in some places.
I stared intently at his hands. Did I see that correctly? Not daring to come too close, I peered at Dante's fingers and realized, yes, he now donned claws! Very sharp, black claws curved from his fingertips, slashing the sheets and the mattress in his thrashing.
I sighed and looked at Dante with haunted eyes. His thrashing had gotten even worse... His new claws were ripping the mattress apart and he was growling continuously now. "Hold on, my love..." I told him, my voice shaking. "I know it is not an easy transformation, but you must endure." My voice broke a little. "Please... You can do this. You must..."
How intensely I longed to hold him, to kiss him and see him through this agonizing ordeal. It pained me that I couldn't, that his violent thrashing prevented me to.
***
For the next few hours I helplessly watched how his erratic thrashing and pained growls alternated with an eerie, deathly silence where he would just lie there on the bed, exhausted... Lifeless...
Each time Dante's body slumped into the bed, I frantically listened for his heartbeat, fearing his body could endure this transformation no longer. And each time I breathed a relieved sigh, for his heartbeat was still there, furiously beating as his body tried to cope with the infection that was my soul.
Tears were welling up behind my eyes. It had been hours since he received my bite... Hours! Why hadn't his body finished the transformation yet? Why hadn't he woken up yet?
Would he ever...?
I swallowed hard and got up. I sorely needed a break, however small, and decided a shower would have to suffice. As draining as it was to stand by and watch him, it had no use. I couldn't change anything for him and only agonized myself by watching.
The shower felt wonderful, though not nearly as relaxing as I hoped it'd be... My hearing had always been excellent (and had gotten even better after my mating with Dante), so the falling water did not drown out the sounds of his anguished growls in the adjacent room. Resting my head against the shower wall, I allowed the tears I had been keeping back to fall, furiously wishing his ordeal would end soon and he would wake up.
I emerged from the bathroom looking for something to wear when I heard a loud knocking on the front door. I groaned - I was
not
in the mood for this. 'Probably some kids making prank calls,' I figured. Or... A wicked smile appeared on my face. 'Maybe it's a Jehovah's Witness,' I secretly hoped. I glanced at Dante, who had again stopped thrashing and had been lying still on the bed, breathing hard.
'I could use a little distraction, and what better way than to annoy a Jehovah's Witness,' I decided with a tired smile. Grabbing Dante's robe I scantily wrapped it around me, and went downstairs to open the door. I sensed an angelic presence standing behind the door and gloated at having guessed correctly. I pulled down Dante's robe a little more, showing the slightest hint of nipple, and looked forward to the prospect of annoying the hell out of this angel.
