FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 90: THE ATTACK (3)

Chapter 90: THE ATTACK (3)

Just as quickly as he had given in, Castiel tore himself away. His eyes were wide and his breath was just as heavy as her own. Velmoria could feel it though, his energy melding into her own. It was far from enough, but it was just what she needed to get some strength back into her system.

"What do you think you are doing? We are fighting." His voice was breathless and hoarse. His eyes blazed with need similar to her own.

Velmoria licked her lips, a slow motion that tasted the him that was left on her lips. "Have you never seen a demon feed before?" She muttered, her voice low and sultry. "Quite effectively might I add." She ran a hand across her lips.

Castiel’s gaze flickered to her lips for a moment, before he clenched his jaw and took a step back, "You should not, we have just barely come to an agreement..."

"Why should she not?" The interruption came from Young Lady Darvia who had apparently seen more than enough.

The young demon took a step to Velmoria in a blur of movement. She grabbed the older demon by the wrist, yanking her away from Castiel. It was in that close proximity that Velmoria noticed how tall the young lady was. She was much shorter than the male angel, but still towered over Velmoria.

Succubi, by normal standards, were short. That is to say, both genders did not generally frow past five and a half feet. Even Malrick, who was considered a tall incubi, was five feet and six inches tall, which was much shorter than the standard demon.

Young Lady Darvia was a much different kisser than Lord Castiel was. Where he was hesitant, obviously unsure, but clearly skilled, she was rough and unskilled. However, she claimed Velmoria’s lips in kiss that was so searing Velmoria was sure she was going to ignite and burn up.

She kissed Velmoria like she was staking a flag in foreign land, like she was branding her right where they stood. There was no hesitance, no second-guessing, only fierce, undeniable _possession_.

Velmoria gasped against her lips, her mind still reeling from Castiel’s taste, and now Darvia, the sweet and intoxicating demon was setting her aflame all over again, making her body respond before her mind could catch up. Her fingers buried themselves in Darvia’s silken pink hair, and she tilted her head, deepening the kiss, giving _in_, allowing her body to naturally take in the energy she needed.

The bond between them flared, roaring to life with force as much as Velmoria tried to deny it.

Darvia low moan felt like an arrow to the chest, as she bit down on Velmoria’s lower lip just enough to make her shudder. "It’s not fair that you get to kiss him and not me, Moria. I am your mate too. You can use me to feed to." The jealousy in her tone was unmistakable, and Velmoria found her irresistibly cute.

Was it because of the age gap?

She pulled back from the kiss slightly, "Then will you let me have my fill?" She raised a brow at the young demon, who flushed a beautiful shade of crimson upon hearing Velmoria’s words.

"If that is what you want, then yes," The demon did not look Velmoria in the eyes, as if finally getting some bit of shame from how she had been acting all day.

Her bashfullness caused Velmoria to smirk. She could feel Castiel’s gaze as she pulled Young Lady Darvia down for another kiss. A sound, something between a choked exhale and a low growl, came from Castiel.

It was painfully obvious that they were affecting him by just being together. Velmoria turned her head slightly, looking at the angel through half lidded eyes. His hand was clenched at his side and the other hand that held his staff was deathly white with how hard he was holding on to it.

"What in the name of the heavens is wrong with you two?" The frustration in his voice was practically palpable. The golden glow from his staff kept the barrier up, and Velmoria could see their attackers trying to break their way in. "We are in the middle of a fight!"

He was clearly admonishing them, but the tone of his voice sent a delicious chill up her spine.

Velmoria gave one last lick at Young Lady Darvia’s lips before pulling away, "Can a girl not feed around here?" Her voice sounded mocking, but the glint in her eyes showed otherwise.

"We’re obviously capable of handling both," Velmoria’s voice had lowered into a purr, and she gripped her whip’s handle, pouring out her demonic power into it. It ignited in flames all the way to the tip. "Aaah. That feels much better." Velmoria took in a deep breath, taking in Young Lady Darvia’s scent. The young lady had refused to let her go and was still gripping tightly onto her waist.

She had lowered her head, and pressed it into Velmoria’s neck. "I do not want to let you go." She murmured against her neck, her hot breath making Velmoria feel the inane urge to take off her clothes and take her there in front of the enemies.

Such a feeling was not odd for a succubus, but the intensity of it was the thing that made Velmoria feel so different.

She reeled the emotions in, ignoring the hum of their bond. It was like a thrumming, living force pulling them closer, demanding they acknowledge what they were. Bonds between demons never faded once they were ignited, and she knew that even her attempt at running away had just been foolishness on her part. Because no matter how she wanted to, her body would always crave them.

"I do not think I can keep this barrier up much longer," Castiel grit out. "Can we focus on the fight now."

Young Lady Darvia raised her eyes and gave the angel a small smirk, "You’re just jealous that I get to hold Velmoria." She stuck her tongue out at her other mate, which caused Velmoria to give her a light tap on the head using her enclosed fist.

"Do not be mean." She said, her voice becoming slightly gentle. "An angel cannot understand how to process the emotions of a bond."

The only logical conclusion was for an angel to ignore the bond, like their queen was doing for most of the part, or to deny it completely. Velmoria expected denial from the angel, perhaps even being shouted at for using her succubus powers to seduce him.

"But it seems he cannot look away from us," Young Lady Darvia teased. She went back to nuzzling Velmoria’s neck, where she took a bite. For a moment, it felt like the battlefield was distant, like those who were attacking them did not exist.

Just the three of them, in that bubble that Castiel had erected over their forms.

Fated.

Mates.

Bound.

Velmoria exhaled, shaking her head. She raised her hand, hesitating for a second before placing it at the back of Nyx’s hair. "As fun as this is," she mused, her hair shifting back to the intruders who had resorted to hacking at the shield with their weapons in an attempt to break it. "we should deal with the invaders. I would not like to die before coming to a decision on the matter of us being mates."

Nyx pulled back, her expression blooming just like a flower. "So it is not a no? We can discuss our bond later?"

Velmoria rolled her eyes, pulling away from her. "If you do not let go of me, then it might very well become a no."

Nyx immediately pulled away, her eyes shining. "Then," she turned back to the intruders, and lowered her stance, holding on tightly to her daggers, "shall we do this?" Her expression darkened, and she immediately turned into the demon that Velmoria had gotten used to seeing in portraits and from a distance over the years.

Velmoria chuckled, twirling her whip in her hands, over her palms and around her elbows, as if it was not in flames. "Let’s."

Castiel muttered something underneath his breath, perhaps a prayer, as he readied his staff, "after this battle, no trying to run away from each other. We are adults." He spoke as if he was speaking to a child, in a low chastising voice. Velmoria found that she did not dislike it.

She shared an amused glance with Nyx, who stuck out her tongue at Castiel. Her actions caused Velmoria to laugh just as Castiel lowered the shield that protected them.

With a flick of her wrist, she sent the fiery whip lashing out, wrapping around the neck of one of the foreign invaders who had gotten too close. With a sharp yank, she pulled him forward, his body skidding across the ground, glowing letters flickering above his head.

-250 HP-- Fire damage sustained.

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