Mate bond. It’s scary when you actually shared a heart. The fear of knowing that you are responsible for your mate’s life, for his future, and that when you die, he too will meet his demise.
Despite what he told me, deep down I was not sure that I was worthy. I am a lesser being, a demon succubus. Despite that he’s fallen, he was still an angel. We are creatures that should never be bonded, let alone shared a heart.
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A week after my resurrection, I have been veering off-topic. I didn’t want to discuss our bond. The last time we did it was the day after my death when Gerold came to us and basically told us everything that cemented my worry about his future.
There was a heaviness in my mind, a thought that I was responsible for his life. Armand had been a king fit to rule for life. But now, he’s a fallen angel, mated and sharing a heart with a lesser demon succubus. I’d never wanted it for him. I love him too much to let him perish when I die, I wanted him to live his long immortal life.
“Basilea, my queen, now that you have your wings back and the situation is in our favor. What would you say if we take flight and we can both spread our wings?” He kissed my shoulder, sweetly and affectionately. We were still in our room, ready to start the day with our list of king and queen duties.
But I did turn around to face him. I know that he was trying, but the feeling kept on nagging me from the inside. This was not at all me. I never care this much for anyone. But he was Armand. He was the one being that I’d give my life for. But for him to sacrifice the same, the thought made my inside torn apart. I know I should cherish his love and his heart, literally.
I tried. I kept on trying. But still…
“Maybe in a few days, Nicodemus and I still need to visit the dungeon and oversee the progress with the demon army and the fallout from our debacle with the elves.”
“Right, I will let you do your duties.” He said solemnly. But there was a disappointment in his eyes and somehow my heart, well… his heart inside me felt it too. “I’ll be tending to my flight as well then. Bharat needed me to go back to my kingdom to assure my army…”
“You don’t have to be here for me, you know that right?” I know I hurt him the second I say it, the way he clenched his jaw confirmed it.
“I didn’t mean…” Damn, it. Seemed that I couldn’t say the right things. Everything came out wrong. I didn’t want to hurt him, I know he was a strong and fierce leader, a king fit for the deepest darkest hell. But what I saw just before I died… his eyes haunted me.
Fear. Longing. Desperation.
“No, it’s okay, we will get past this.” He cupped my cheek and pecked my lips. “I’ll give you the time you need. We have forever between us, I’ll be getting back to my kingdom for a couple of days then I’ll get back to you.”
“Armand, it’s… I care for you deeply. I love you beyond my life, you know that right?”
“Basilea, what are you trying to…”
For days I’ve been trying to put my mind into acceptance, but I was still weighted by guilt and it was gutting me from the inside. I longed to be the careless demon that I used to be. Being in love was a strange kind of feeling, one that I still don’t know if I’d ever get used to.
Armand’s hand on my shoulder took me back to our conversation. “I’ve been thinking for days… about us,” I said looking straight at him and the sadness in his eyes was back as if he was reliving the day I died. I didn’t think of it, I know it. As if having half of his heart means that I know exactly how and what he was feeling at that exact moment. It was a mate bond in its true meaning.
“You’ve given me half of your heart, accidentally, without knowing. And now…”
“Guilt?” Armand guessed. No, he stated correctly. “Basilea, don’t… please, you don’t know how I feel before our new bond. How my heart breaks seeing you slip away. Watching you leave me, thinking how I was going to endure the rest of my immortal life alone. I would never wish it even to my enemy.”
Heartbreak. Anguish. Despair.
“Armand, I know, but my mind kept on thinking that you accidentally gave your heart to me…”
“Tell me, you’re feeling this right? You feel how you make me feel just now?”
Disappointment. Anger. Sadness.
My own heart aches the same, then there was hurt, shame, and more disappointment towards myself. Armand didn’t say more, he pulled me in and wrapped me in his arms. His wings cradled me and stroked my wings making me shudder in contentment.
“I know you feel responsible for my future immortal life, but know this… I lost mine the second you died. You have no idea how crushed I felt. You’re it, you’re my queen, my everything.
Honesty. Grief. Love.
His feelings were weaved into my heart, his heart, inside me, the same heart that we shared. His.
“Nothing else mattered.” He continued, not letting me second guess what he truly felt for me. He was all in. He held my cheek and kissed me with all his feeling bared. His heart was naked for me to see, it was beautiful.
Love. Devotion. Eternity.
My heart, his heart, beats steadily inside me. I kissed him back with all of me, surrendering my all. Finally free falling into the depth of his love.
Surrender. Falling. Warmth.
Our kiss deepened, his hands possessively holding my body, his majestic wings safely guarding, separating us from the rest of the world.
Love. Devotion. Eternity.
His heart kept on repeating the words with each beat. Slow, deep, and strong beats. While I kept on falling deeper and deeper with each kiss, surrendering, unconditionally baring all for him to take.
I was under his hold, we were both naked in moments as he laid me to bed. Our bodies thread in their language of love, submitting, free falling into one another. Devotion was evident. Love was in every kiss, tender touch, eager hold, and hard thrust.
“Armand…”
“I’m yours.” He whispered on the crook of my neck. “Forever.” He emphasized.
I was high, I was ready. He was giving me his lust for me to savor, and I was taking it all, greedily feasting on his energy. His love. His devotion. His eternal love. His immortal love. I was floating, he was taking me with him. My back and my wings touched the wall above the bed. His breath was heavy, his eyes stared deep into my soul while our hearts beat in unison sharing love, passion, and his immortal devotion.
Ours. Love. Immortality.
My legs wrapped around his waist while his cock stretched and pushed deeper. I moaned and whimpered with each push. He was giving his all, harder and faster, deeper with each passing moment until I couldn’t take it anymore. I climaxed screaming his name in delight, though he was not stopping. My fallen angel kept on moving his hips sensually, forcing me to another high.
“My king…”
“Beautiful, always,”
Forever. Lust. Needs.
His hand slipped under my thigh and rest it against his shoulder, making me part wider for him. I moaned louder and he groaned and pound me deeper, pacing himself between thrusts. Teasing while his wings cocooned us before he flipped me to the opposite wall and devoured me, fully knowing that I belonged to him. Knowing that I was completely and utterly his, that I’d welcome any position he puts me through.
“More,” I whined, sucking his energy as he gave me his all and so much more.
Love. Passion. Eternal.
Time passed, our bodies rejoiced, and our love strengthen. Every fiber of my being was his and his were mine. Our hearts were none without the other.
King. Queen. Immortal.