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