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Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 111

Added 2022-12-25 12:00:02 +0000 UTC

December 25, 2022

NOTE: Merry Christmas!

This chapter is mostly about Gwen (and remembering certain things).

- CHAPTER 111: Weapon -

The unexpected events that occurred at dinner were still making my head spin afterward, this really being the first time we’d all had a sexual experience together at the same time. Certainly, there had been other situations involving at least three of my women, but never everyone at once. And it had just been so unanticipated, making the impromptu sexual engagement feel like a surprise.

It also resulted in the sleeping arrangements shifting a little afterward.

Thus far, usually Gabriella and Serenity shared a bed together, while Avery and Natalie shared a bed, but after Gabriella shared in a really intimate moment with Michelle, she wanted to snuggle with Avery all night, since they were supposed to be ‘together,’ and they wanted to get closer, but hadn’t gotten a chance to spend much time with each other thus far.

Alternatively, Serenity and Natalie had shared in an intimate moment together after having Miriam between them, and wanted to strengthen those budding feelings by socializing before bed and snuggling once they settled down for the night. Plus, they’d both be leaving with me tomorrow morning, so it made sense for them to room together to avoid waking up the others unnecessarily.

Mrs. Rebecca then offered for Michelle to sleep in her room, and Gwen offered to let Elizabeth pick what room she wanted out of the available guest rooms, with Rosa similarly wondering what she should do, since she didn’t really want to have to sleep in a ‘safe’ coffin anymore, if she could avoid it.

Gabriella and Avery intended on being in the double-bedroom, so they offered for the blonde vamp to take the other bed, closer to the bathroom where I’d first broken Rosa’s curse, and she was happy to accept.

Miriam and Delilah had already gone to the master suite, so the short redhead could show her succubus friend around, which left me following Gwen and Elizabeth, as the maid gave my brunette MILF a short tour of the mansion. Unfortunately, I was a little disappointed at the moment, since I’d tried to create a weapon out of my fire magic, like Bethel requested, and couldn’t figure out how to do it.

In the end, Miriam suggested we try another time and everyone get ready for bed, since it would likely be a long day tomorrow, especially for me.

Which everyone agreed to, including Elizabeth.

Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if Bethel, the fire spirit inside of Liz, was disappointed too, and I was hesitant to even ask, since I wasn’t sure if she’d be honest with me, not wanting to hurt my feelings or something.

In the end, I decided not to worry about it, and after Elizabeth picked a room on the second floor that was basically in front of the right twin staircase, I made my way to Miriam’s suite to see what she and Delilah were up to, actually checking on their minds as I walked down the hall, enjoying that I now finally had this stronger bond with Miriam too.

And surprisingly, they were just talking -- cheerfully too.

Miriam was excited to show off her massive bathroom, and the two large closets she had, as well as all the outfits she owned, everything from professional, to pretty, to hip and in-style, to super kinky.

Of which, Delilah was excited about, because they were basically the same size in every way, and could wear each other’s clothes. Which meant, they were currently discussing how they would divvy up the remaining unused space, considering the two closets were so freaking huge to begin with, even beginning to debate whether I should get some closet space or if they were just going to make me put all my clothing in a separate room when I officially moved in.

It was kind of cute, especially since I didn’t really care where my clothes were stored.

And especially adorable when Delilah would get distracted by certain outfits, grabbing one of the two stools Miriam had to reach up, to pull one off the rack, commenting about how beautiful or sexy it was, with the redheaded minx agreeing before getting the conversation back on track.

However, it was obvious Delilah really wanted to try certain things on.

By the time I actually got into the biggest closet, she was butt naked, just in the process of slipping her shoulders out of the loose straps of her black shirt, letting the sheer garment slip right to the floor, since her wings prevented her from slipping most things over her head, as she bent down to hold up a shiny purple ballgown dress.

One that was so small that there was no way anyone else would fit into it, aside from Miriam and Delilah.

Miriam just grinned at me as I focused on the blue-eyed chick’s hot tight ass, Delilah undoubtedly aware that I was there, but now ignoring me as if she were intentionally being coy. Knowing that frustrating others and then making them horny, so they’d fuck her roughly, was kind of her kink, I thought about just taking her right there, but I decided to just let them enjoy their dress-up for now, also knowing that their reunion truly was a big deal to them both.

I couldn’t even imagine what that would be like.

To be separated for so long.

In some ways, I was sure it felt like no time had passed for them, while in other ways the knowledge of the truth likely left them both with a sense of loss. A loss that was partially disguised beneath the layers and layers of their auras, both of which were so much denser than my other women.

In fact, while I knew for a fact that Delilah’s core was Dependence, I couldn’t see it right now. Not even a hint.

And it was the same for Miriam.

I still had no idea what her core aura was. Not even now.

No amount of peering allowed me to see deep enough.

Her aura was just far too dense.

So much eroticism and sincere maternal love, followed by her even deeper emotions and regrets, that there was just a certain point at which the rest became blurry and indistinct to my third-eye.

One day though.

As my third-eye got stronger, I felt confident I’d see it one day.

In the meantime, I found myself simply enjoying their interaction with each other, my two shortest women seeming to have a lot of fun, as Miriam finally agreed to change too, slipping off her small leather shorts so that they could both be dressed up in ballgowns.

Delilah even stopped ignoring me, wanting to know how I thought she looked, only to giggle when she could see directly into my mind about what I really thought. Once Miriam was dressed in a shiny blue gown to complement the purple one, Delilah then proceeded to grab around the redhead’s waist and pull her into a dance -- one that was just as intimate as it was friendly.

Both ‘platonic feeling,’ and yet somehow a dance of lovers at the same time.

The two of them swaying and twirling to both slow and fast dances, as if there was really music playing in the room, Delilah occasionally humming, the two of them occasionally giggling, but otherwise just holding each other’s gaze silently as they held each other.

The blue-eyed succubus then finally wanted to dance with me, and when I admitted I didn’t really know much, they both mutually decided that dance lessons were going to be in my ‘education plan’ moving forward, prompting me to just roll my eyes at them.

Miriam then instructed me to get the shower ready so we could all rinse off, and before long I was fucking both of them under the hot water, enjoying their naked bodies against mine as we shared in an intimate moment that felt much more like ‘making love’ than just sex.

We then all dried off, with me helping them both dry their midnight wings, Delilah growing a little emotional over the fact that she even had to worry about both wings now, and before long we were climbing into Miriam’s massive canopy bed, completely naked.

They both giggled as they faced each other, their heads on my chest, continuing to talk quietly while I laid between their warm sexy bodies, both of them having a leg wrapped around each of mine, both of them gently grinding into my hip every handful of seconds, each of them with one hand on my cock as they rubbed and stroked me while otherwise pretending to just be socializing.

Fuck, I was in trouble.

Two succubi were definitely way more than double the trouble.

However, the mood changed really quickly, when none of us were expecting it, all because Delilah had asked a simple question while stroking my cock.

“Isn’t it great that we’re finally all together again?”

Just like that, out of nowhere…

Miriam sobbed, and just completely fell apart.

Going from ‘fine’ one second, to sounding like she was hyperventilating the next as her entire body broke down in intense waves of crying.

Because she’d finally let herself really think about it.

Let herself really comprehend what it meant that I wasn’t just a random eighteen-year-old guy she fell in love with. That I was someone she knew three-thousand years ago, and someone who had suffered all this time, being completely alone for practically an eternity, just as my curse dictated.

Which, resulted in Delilah trying to comfort her…

Only to start crying too, being able to sense the waves of intense sorrow in both Miriam’s aura and in her mind.

Just like that the blue-eyed minx fell apart as well.

And they were both crying violently as they buried their faces against the side of my chest, holding me even tighter now, as if they were hanging over a cliff, clinging to me for dear life. And all I could do was tighten my embrace around each of them, knowing there was nothing I could say, and nothing else I could do, that would take this pain away.

Me simply being here was already the most I could offer.

Since me simply being here was already the solution to this loss.

It still hurt them though.

A lot.

Unsurprisingly, each of my women, one-by-one, checked in on me to discover the grief the two succubi had tried to hold back earlier, and one-by-one they grew somber when finding themselves feeling such intense heartbreak and agony experienced through me.

It really sucked.

Because there was nothing any of us could do, except just let them cry.

Which was exactly what happened.

They cried and sobbed and whimpered for what fell like hours, until they both passed out, even occasionally sobbing in their sleep as I lay there between them in a sea of grief, wishing there was more I could do.

My only comfort was just one thing.

That thankfully, even as long as it had taken for me to reunite with them…

It wasn’t too little too late.

Never.

Even if I’d been a thousand years later, it still wouldn’t have been ‘too little too late.’

Because I still wanted them…

And even after all this time, above all else, they still wanted me…

So I held them tightly in each of my arms until they fell asleep, and then I finally let myself relax a little, as my mind began drifting too, knowing Gwen and Rosa were still up, and would probably be awake for a while.

However, my sleep was not exactly peaceful like I was hoping.

And my general awareness of my surroundings didn’t last for very long, before my mind fell even deeper into unconsciousness.

And before long…

I began to dream.

A dream of fire and wrath.

A dream of anger and rage.

A vision…

Of magic and flames.

Unbreakable.

Invincible.

And held in the palm of my hand…

Was something unique.

I woke with a startle, a vivid image flashing before my eyes, one…

That looked like a weapon.

Without thinking, I began sitting up in bed, thankful that both Miriam and Delilah had fallen asleep with their heads actually on the bed, between my arms and body, leaving them mostly undisturbed as I stared at the bathroom entrance ahead of me, feeling uneasy by the sensation suddenly plaguing me.

A sensation as if I was forgetting something…

Something important.

Gwen was still alert and already speaking up in my mind.

‘Master, what’s wrong?’ she wondered in concern, already heading down the hallway in our direction, intending on actually checking on me.

Carefully climbing out of bed, I didn’t respond, the feeling only increasing and causing a sense of urgency that I remember that which I’d forgotten.

As my feet hit the floor, the maid was already opening up the main door to the suite, still out of sight, with us then both meeting at the actual door to Miriam’s bedroom almost at the same time. I was the one to open the door, and when I did, I couldn’t help but focus on my hand, feeling like something was missing, even though all five of my digits were present.

Gwen took a step back as I moved forward, closing the bedroom door behind me, still continuing to stare at my hand as a realization slowly dawned on me.

The image of a scythe meant to be held in one hand…

Or perhaps it was more accurate to call it something else…

Something with a similar purpose, but a different name.

A curved blade, and a shorter handle, I knew what I was seeing in my mind’s eye.

A harvesting sickle.

Transparent and blue, full of fire and fury, it was not made of flames, even though it burnt all the same.

Rather, it was made of something else, something far more pure, finding the source of its strength in that which was heartfelt, and infinitely more secure.

Without thinking, without a thought, an ethereal blade began forming in my hand. As clear as glass, having absolutely no mass, the transparent color of my very soul curving into an undeniable, unbreakable, ethereal band.

Only then was it meant to be infused with magic, of the fiery kind.

Only then did it glow bright blue, the light almost enough to blind.

It was a weapon unlike none other.

A weapon of my own creation.

For it used a piece of my own soul, in order to form its very foundation.

This was a weapon that could not be broken.

This was a weapon that could not be stopped.

It could slice through the physical and magical all the same.

It could slice through metal, through bones, and even through wards, so long as…

So long as, I had a name.

For, it had its strength in how I defined my very self.

And I had a name.

I was once known as Wrath.

But now I had become Victorious.

And between the two, this weapon I now held was Impervious.

A blade to cut through anything.

And a second to match.

Holding up my other hand, a twin blade formed at once.

In the blink of an eye, a companion weapon had joined as well, just as eager to hunt.

Wrath and Victorious.

Indestructible and Impervious.

The curved blades like two halves of a complete circle.

So were my unique weapons, that were literal extensions of myself.

Which meant…

Mesmerize by the sight, Gwen raised her hand at the same time that I raised my weapon, there being no hesitation as the blade touched her hand…only to instantly pass right through each other as if the weapon wasn’t even there.

For it was an extension of myself.

Ruthless against my enemies.

Harmless for my allies.

A blade that would cut only that which I desired it cut.

“Master, it’s beautiful,” Gwen whispered out loud in the darkness of the suite’s living room.

I simply nodded, holding both sickles up to examine them for a moment, before deciding it was time to put them away for now.

However, one thing was clear.

Similar to a normal sword, this wasn’t a weapon that ran out of power.

And like my original sickle, it was a weapon I could count on, even in my darkest hour.

Running out of magic wasn’t an issue if I used these twin blades in a fight, with me being able to focus my magic on barriers and targeted spells, to slaughter an entire horde all by myself in a single night. Between that and my regeneration, never mind my ability to fly, I realized it had become that much harder for me to truly die.

I focused on Gwen when she reached out to grasp my wrist, her expression both endearing and longing at the same time.

“Master, can you teach me to create something like this?”

I took a deep breath, as I allowed the blades to slowly disappear, their blue hue vanishing from the otherwise dark room.

Could I teach her?

I honestly wasn’t sure.

She had access to my mind, so she might at least be able to perceive how I formed them, but I didn’t even know how I’d originally learned to do it myself, and had no idea how to explain what almost felt like an instinct to me.

One that had grown from thousands of years of use.

Gwen’s grip tightened on my wrist. “That’s alright, master,” she said gently. “Now isn’t the best time anyway. You should get some sleep.”

Her words didn’t match the longing I was now sensing from her.

“Gwen?”

“Yes master?” she whispered, her hand still on my wrist.

“Would you like me to partake in you, before I go back to bed?”

Her face flushed. “Yes master,” she whispered, glancing down at my naked body. “I wish to do what the others did at dinner time.”

Smirking, I nodded, knowing what she was referring to. “Then I want you to get on your knees, Gwen.”

She whimpered as she obediently did so, only to whimper again when I reached out to grab her firmly by the horns and pulled her face right against my soft cock, since I’d gone to bed naked.

Grasping my hips, she began kissing it tenderly, only to then open her mouth and use her long tongue to pull my soft member inside, beginning to gently suck and lick as I slowly grew harder. At first, I let her have freedom to move her head around, even though I was holding onto her horns, but once she started bobbing on my hard shaft, I began controlling the movement, thrusting down her throat in slowly but intentional motions.

My hands gripped her horns firmly.

“Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm,” she began moaning with each thrust, the sound cut off each time that I bottomed out. “Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm.”

I wasn’t even close to getting there yet, and she seemed to be really enjoying this simple act of intimacy, her face, chest, and back all flushed red, so I just kept thrusting rhythmically.

“Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm.”

Gripping her horns tighter, I started thrusting a little harder, seeing that she could handle it, and even wanted it.

“Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm!”

“Do you like me fucking your throat?” I wondered as I continued to thrust.

“Mm. Hmm! Mm. Mm.”

“Me too,” I said gently, even as I grew rougher, really tugging on her horns now.

“Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm!”

I then thrust really hard and held her head in place, my grip tight on her midnight horns, with her immediately gulping as my cock thrust down her throat, only for her to fall completely silent as she gripped my hips, unable to breathe in this position.

I could see in her head how this affected her, making her intensely passionate to have my cock in her throat, intensely passionate to not be able to breathe right now, knowing even that decision was within my control since I was much stronger than her, the sense of absolute submission just overwhelming.

So I sucked up all that passion to stimulate my orgasm, reaching my peak and beginning to groan as I shot my load directly down her throat, with her swallowing reflexively even though I was too far buried for it to even do anything.

Oh fuck, it felt so great, her throat so tight.

Yet, even after all that, she was only now beginning to feel the discomfort of holding her breath, and the cum was making her intensely passionate, so I kept my cock down her throat for just a little bit longer, waiting until just before I sensed she would panic, finally pulling out entirely.

She gasped for breath as she pressed her heated forehead against my thigh, trembling as her chest heaved, an overwhelming sense of submission and passion encompassing her entire existence while she held onto my thighs.

It was obvious that her arousal was climbing now, but I decided that I wanted to return the favor, so without speaking I reached down and grabbed her horns again, beginning to guide her down to the floor by the makeshift reins. Pulling her down as I began twisting myself around for a sixty-nine.

She whimpered once I had her on her back, and then spread her thick muscular thighs when I got into position with me on top.

Aiming my cock for her face, I got it back in her mouth as I leaned my own head between her skull crushing thighs, first kissing a little over her black silk panties as I began thrusting into her mouth again, before deciding to pull them up to the midnight fur that started halfway on her thighs and bury my face to start eating her out.

Her furry tail began rubbing against the top of my head as I did so, her tensing thighs pulling her wet silk panties down to the back of my head. She moaned loudly on my cock as her hips twitched, the sound again cut off every time I thrust into her throat.

“Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. MMMMMMMM!”

Her thighs tensed against my head as she got there between my licking and sucking, coupled with the foreplay and cum in her belly, and I had to admit that, while I loved the pressure of her legs squeezing me so tightly, I was pretty sure she’d be killing me if I was a normal person.

But then she went limp entirely, just gurgling slightly as I continued to thrust into her mouth while she caught her breath.

Deciding to try getting there again, I gave her one quick kiss on her clit, causing her thighs to jerk, only to carefully sit backwards on my knees with my cock still in her mouth, reaching down to tilt her head back more, her horns making the perfect prop to keep her head tilted upward at the right angle.

Which meant now I could actually see the bulge in her throat as I thrust.

Beginning to feel her tits as I repeatedly tensed my hips, I slipped my hands underneath her lowcut maid outfit and grasped her medium breasts, only to single out her massive nipples and grip those firmly between my thumb and forefinger.

Her hooved feet tensed, her legs curled upward, and even her back arched in response to the wave of ecstasy that washed through her body.

“Mmmmmmmm!”

It wasn’t enough to make her get there, but she still loved it.

Moving her hands to grasp her face, she reached up to grab my wrists tightly as I began thrusting intently again, truly face fucking her now as I put all my attention on shoving my cock down her throat over and over again.

“Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm.”

It wasn’t even about the orgasm at this point, even though I was definitely building up again, instead being about this unique act of intimacy. She absolutely loved this position, having her head tilted back like this, similar to how she loved it when I shoved her down and took her in the ass, absolutely loving any form of me sexually dominating her.

Loved that I was actually strong enough to do so, so that even when she struggled against me, it was to no avail.

Finally reaching my climax a second time, she immediately began gulping as I shoved deep down her throat, finally exploding my load just a few seconds later, her black eyebrows twitching as she felt my hot load make its way down to her already full stomach.

Like last time, I again just held the position until her need to breathe started to become urgent, finally allowing her to gasp for breath just before she began panicking.

Breathing heavily, her hot groans tickling the soft skin on my cock, she finally whimpered as another wave of passion overwhelmed her from my fresh cum, her thighs tensing.

“T-Thank you, master,” she finally managed, just before another whimper escaped.

Part of me knew it would really turn her on if I just left her like this and made her suffer the passion on her own, but it had been a while since I actually fucked her pussy, and this time when she got there, I wanted her to cum on my cock.

Thus, I pulled away, grabbed her by the horns, and started tugging like a leash, causing her to franticly flip around to avoid me straight-up dragging her, us not having far to go as I pulled, and then shoved her onto the leather couch.

Her face was buried into the top of the slick cushions, her ass sticking out for me, her thick furry tail whipping around frantically.

She then let out a muffled whimper as I grasped her hips roughly and pulled them into a better position, as I got one knee on the couch, aiming my cock for her furry wet snatch.

“Uhhhhhhhhh!” she groaned into the leather cushions as I sank in, her entire body trembling now.

Flipping up her short silk skirt more, brushing her midnight tail out of the way, I focused on the blue sapphire I knew would be sticking out of her ass, carefully grabbing the end and giving it a good tug as I started thrusting. She had previously commented that she could control her temperature better ever since I claimed her, without needing her sapphire, but I knew she also sincerely liked having the thick gold butt plug in her ass all the time.

A plug I now aggressively thrust in and out of her asshole.

“M-Master!” she gasped. “Oh master,” she moaned as I fell into a rhythm while playing with her ass while also filling her pussy with my cock. “Uhhhhhhhh,” she groaned again, her breathing heavy from the warmth of my cum at her core.

Heavy from feeling my cock fill her pussy while the gold plug stretched her ass.

Letting the butt-plug go about halfway out, I watched as it started to get sucked back in, only to finally leaned forward and to really ride her by grabbing a hold of her horns, letting her support all my body weight as I leaned into her back and thrust my hips.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” she whimpered repeatedly. “Uh, uh, uh, uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! UHHHHHH!”

She finally cummed hard, her pussy pulsing repeatedly around my swollen cock as she gasped against the leather cushion, her entire body trembling and twitching as I throbbed deep within her. I could sense that she wanted me to actually cum in her again, but I realized I wanted something else right now.

Something a little…less sexual.

More intimate.

Thus, pulling out entirely, I then sat down on the leather couch, silently instructing her on what I wanted her to do, watching as she obediently got off the couch and began taking off her maid uniform entirely, including slipping her panties down the rest of the way, leaving her completely naked aside from the sapphire hiding her asshole.

Fuck, she was something to look at.

Thick muscular thighs and hips, attached to an extremely toned and narrow waist, with medium breasts, huge nipples and a gorgeous face. Never mind the exotic black fur on most of her legs, and the midnight tail and horns.

So hot.

As much as I didn’t want to rank any of my women, finding them all ridiculously attractive, not only did I feel confident that Elizabeth was in the top half of those rankings, just in terms of raw beauty, but Gwen…

Gwen was number one.

The most attractive of them all, even if the difference was only incremental.

They were all sexy goddesses. All of them attractive enough to be supermodels.

But going off of only beauty, I couldn’t think of a single one of my women who would stand above Gwen…

Not even Miriam or Delilah, as ridiculously sexy as they were.

Not Serenity, or Gabriella, or anyone else.

Gwen was undeniably the most gorgeous.

The maid obediently stood there for a minute as I just soaked up how sexy she was, before slowly moving closer and getting one furry knee on the couch at a time, both of us now nude as she carefully aimed her cunt for my leaking head and began sinking down. Until I was buried all the way, at which point I reached down to her ass, grabbing it tightly and then got my fingers on that sapphire.

Slowly tugging it out all the way, I then set it on the cushion next to us as her body heat rapidly rose, prompting her to lean forward and curl into me, her naked body against mine as I wrapped my arms tightly around her, in order to enjoy her raw heat that would normally be hot enough to scald a person in a matter of seconds.

It felt amazing.

She felt amazing.

Her muscular thighs, wide hips, and thin waist all felt amazing against my body.

And in this moment, being connected like this, experiencing her natural heat like this, I felt like I couldn’t be happier and more content.

This was almost better than regular sex, even if we were undeniably connected right now.

Better than the orgasm.

To just exist together, in this moment.

And that’s when it hit me.

Supposedly, my curse had once been eternal loneliness and separation from those I loved, and I’d eventually created for myself a new body that could do the exact opposite. Not only could it break curses, but I could finally experience these intense connections that went far beyond what was normal for most people. As if…

As if, it was the opposite of my curse.

Just like Miriam had once been condemned to never find love, she instead found plenty, as did all other succubi.

And just like incubi were condemned to be powerless, they instead found an absurd amount of influence and power over others.

And then there was me.

My curse had been different and unique.

One to strip me of my identity and strip me of all I cared about.

But now that curse was broken.

And now I had an identity, and I had so much love in my life that it almost hurt.

But there was also something else.

I could find happiness in just one such connection.

Because, while I cared deeply about all my other women, I was so absorbed in this moment with Gwen, and so content to be experiencing this right now, that I could honestly say that I would be just as happy…if Gwen was all I had.

Gwen alone, and no one else, and I would feel just as content.

Just as satisfied.

Just as loved.

Just as blessed.

And not because she was the most beautiful.

Rather, I loved her so much, it really did almost hurt.

A pain the felt far deeper than the here and now…

Exploring her bare back with my hands, feeling her thin waist and gripping her muscular ass, experiencing her overwhelmingly intense heat, this was all I needed right now. Just this.

And yet, I also knew I’d feel the same way if it was Avery impaled on my cock right now, or Mrs. Rebecca, or Gabriella, or anyone else.

The experience would be slightly different, but the level of peaceful contentment, of sincerely being satisfied with what I had, would still be there.

And yet, I had more than one woman in my life.

More than one blessing.

And even more than one bond.

But, that realization caused something else to surface.

Another emotion that had apparently gotten me through those thousands of years.

The emotion that appeared when I almost witnessed one of my newest women die in a horrible and agonizing way.

Wrath.

For, I would not let anyone harm those I loved.

Never again.

Which meant, I needed to make getting stronger a priority.

It was obvious that I must have been incredibly powerful in my former life, but even that might not always be enough. I couldn’t rely on ‘getting angry enough’ to deal with a situation. I needed to be ready next time, for anything.

Thankfully, Gwen was fully on board with doing anything I wanted.

Especially since the thing I wanted to do now was something she’d requested before.

“Master,” she whispered simply in my arms.

“Come with me outside?”

“Of course, master,” she replied, slipping her arms behind my back to give me a tight hug, before pulling away entirely. Standing up as she carefully got off my cock, she grabbed her gold butt-plug first to get that firmly up her ass, and then got her maid outfit back on.

In the meantime, I slipped into the bedroom to just grab the torn pants I’d been wearing earlier, in order to just have something on, and then slipped back into the first room of the suite without shoes or shirt.

Gwen simply nodded at me and began leading the way, her midnight tail fairly high in obvious contentment.

Heading quietly down the hallway, followed by the stairs, we made our way out the front door this time, heading to the front gate of the mansion outside, and then proceeded into the trees, taking a left into the nighttime forest. Technically, if we kept following the rock wall, then we’d reach the archery range, but instead we headed more southeast, away from the mansion, Gwen knowing exactly what I intended.

To test out this new weapon I’d remembered.

Thus, we walked for nearly ten minutes, until the mansion was far behind us, and I called forth my ethereal blades again, holding up the glowing blue sickle, before taking aim at a thick tree before me.

Silence.

It was completely silent as I swung my arm and it glided directly through the trunk, not making even a single sound as it passed through seemingly like a ghost.

Yet, the effect was undeniable.

I’d cut at a slight angle, and very slowly, so very slowly, a gap in the trunk began to appear as it began to tilt, until the process sped up dramatically as gravity took hold and the canopy rapidly began descending to the forest floor below, hitting another tree and careening off course, finally smashing into the forest floor with a loud echoing crash that silenced the forest around us.

Just like that, there were no crickets chirping, or frogs croaking.

It was silent.

And I wasn’t sure if there was a tool in existence that could have produced a cleaner cut.

There had been no resistance, no sound, no nothing.

Like gliding a hot knife through butter, so had I just felled this tree.

And yet, the cut was entirely intentional.

As I again confirmed when I swung at the next nearest tree, only for absolutely nothing to happen.

It again glided through the trunk silently, but this time, it truly had been a ghost.

The trunk was completely unharmed, as if nothing had even happened.

Gwen again spoke up, the nighttime sounds slowly beginning to reappear.

“Master,” she whispered. “Please teach me.”

Turning toward her, I considered the proposition for a minute, before slowly grinning.

“Sure,” I said simply. “No harm in at least trying.”

Her expression was determined. “Yes, master,” she replied with a firm nod. “No harm in trying.”

So try, we would.

FEEDBACK: Thoughts on this chapter? In the upcoming chapters, we're going to start delving more into Kai's past some, even as he tries to get things accomplished in the present (like meeting with Joseph).

As to how that happens, let's just say that, similar to how he had a dream about this ethereal weapon, likewise he will begin to have intrusive memories of other situations, triggered by certain events (in this case, Bethel's request was the event that prompted him to end up remembering about the 'weapon made of fire').

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