Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 102

October 7, 2022

WEREWOLF GIRL STORY: I've officially made Wolfgirl's Pet Witch a prequel to Innocent Devil's Harem.

The setting is the 1650's, so there won't be any major overlap, but there is one character from IDH whose origin story is going to be a part of the plot.

The plot also advances a lot faster than IDH. Over a month has already passed in the story after only 8 chapters.

Based on polls, tentative title change will be Innocent Wolfgirl's Pet Witch (for the eventual book version), just so people know there's a connection between the two. It's an 'all female' harem (MC is female, as well as her two lovers).

NOTE: This is a LONG chapter (8,000+ words)! My minimum is only 5,000.

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- CHAPTER 102: Renegade -

Given that the short black-haired, blue-eyed, succubus sitting on my lap seemed to have some really negative memories associated with the name Jericho, and considering I didn’t want to slip up by accidentally referring to her by a different name around my biological family, I decided that I’d just call her Delilah for now, unless she indicated she wanted otherwise.

And truly, I felt like that name was more fitting anyway.

I knew of a Delilah from the Bible, who I was confident was completely unrelated to this short minx, but was a seductress in her own right, and it made me feel like the name was very fitting.

Especially when she made good on her ‘threats.’

When Delilah said that she’d make me cum in only two minutes, she had truly meant it.

No exaggeration.

More than that, after taunting her, she ended up threatening to make me cum the hardest I ever had in my entire life, in under one minute. Which kind of seemed impossible to me when I wasn’t starting off feeling aroused.

I mean, sure, if I had already been in the mood, then I could probably get there in under one minute, no problem. Certainly, there had been plenty of times when I’d gotten off in under twenty seconds, but this wasn’t me masturbating to find relief after feeling horny for a while -- this was actual sex, which involved me getting my cock inside her before I even began to experience climax-inducing pleasure.

And yet, truly, in all my life, from start to finish, I’d never had such quick intense sex, with there being no initial kissing or foreplay at all. And we weren’t even thrusting fast! Even if she was fairly rough…

It was just quick from start to finish.

From ‘nothing’ to ‘mind-blowing orgasm.’

The short black-haired, blue-eyed, succubus simply ramped up the erotic charm to an absurd degree, far beyond what I’d ever experienced from Miriam, making it feel like a ball of pleasure was igniting in my gut, and unzipped a hidden zipper in her leather pants to sink right down on my engorged cock without hesitation, her pussy extremely wet, definitely not wearing any underwear.

She then proceeded to roughly pull my face against her small perfect squishy tits, and aggressively embrace my head in her arms, as she started rocking on my thick throbbing shaft with all the gentleness of a rodeo horse.

This was absolutely sex for the purpose of sex.

Absolutely sex for the purpose of making good on her promise…or perhaps threat really was the better term…to make me cum in record time. To make me cum the hardest I ever had in my entire life.

And it honestly made me realize the sincerity in my sex with Miriam, because I was only now truly becoming aware of what a succubus was actually capable of, which said a lot about all the times I’d fucked the short redhead.

Because if Miriam had ever meant to be manipulative with her erotic charm, then she’d clearly failed miserably the numerous times we’d fucked.

With how intense Delilah was making it feel?

With how powerful the ball of pleasure igniting in my gut was becoming, filling my entire body with waves of intense euphoria?

Holy fuck, Miriam had held back every single fucking time!

By a lot!

Even when I thought I’d experienced the best of what a succubus could offer, it all still paled in comparison to what I was experiencing right now, in this very second! Delilah was blowing my fucking world, literally making me feel like I was losing my mind! I’d never been overwhelmed with so much pleasure and euphoria in my entire life!

Barely half a minute had passed, and yet I felt like I was struggling to maintain my hold on reality as this short black-haired minx rocked on my thick, throbbing, rock-hard shaft. As her erotic charm enveloped me and swallowed me, and threatened to drown me in a pleasure unlike I’d ever experienced in my entire life.

Not in my entire life!

I felt like I was drowning in pleasure! I felt like I couldn’t breathe!

To the point that I began forgetting where I even was!

I literally began feeling like I couldn’t think straight!

Focusing on my breathing more as I just attempted to survive the pleasure bombarding my entire body, my gray skin flushed darker and burning up, literally feeling like I was in the middle of a violent storm of her charm, I felt the soft leather on her slim juicy thighs as she tensed repeatedly, and then held onto her bony hips as she thrust up and down methodically, almost like this was just a job to her. To the point that, at first, it felt like she had no desire in achieving her own pleasure at all, instead aiming to make good on her promise to make me cum in under one minute.

My fault for taunting her…

That, and it felt like she just wanted to fuck me, just to fuck.

She just wanted to feel my cock inside of her, and eat up all the juicy lust I produced because of it. No goal for her own pleasure. And no hint of restraint. No concerns for how this might affect me, or the addiction that she might cause from ramping up her charm to this level.

And yet, I sensed no malintent from her.

Instead, it was more like she just didn’t feel guilty for the effect she had on others, unlike Miriam. As if Delilah had long since accepted the kind of creature she was, and likewise accepted that there was no changing the undeniable characteristics of her existence. Or perhaps she even viewed this as a positive thing for my benefit. Perhaps she viewed it as a good thing that she could make me feel so amazing.

I mean, with an existence like hers, there was kind of only two ‘good’ ways one could go -- either being more empathetic, and feeling guilty about the addiction they caused, or else simply viewing the pleasure she could give as a ‘benefit’ to others.

Of course, one viewpoint was a bit more shallow than the other, but if Delilah wasn’t inherently a bad person, then it was one of the only ways to cope with such a reality.

Either way, she wasn’t holding back right now. Not even a little.

She was literally making me lose my grip on reality, and didn’t seem overly concerned about it, because ‘that’s just what it meant to be a succubus.’ She was making me feel good. Making me feel amazing beyond my wildest dreams. Allowing me to experience the maximum amount of pleasure that life could offer. As if she was literally a gift from God to all of humanity.

However, even before I got there, her seeming lack of interest in her own pleasure began shifting.

My leaking cock was already having an effect on her, and her breathing became much heavier as she tugged up on her shirt so I could suck on her small tits, only to almost start freaking out when I finally shot my load deep inside of her, unable to hold it back any longer. Shooting it even as far as her womb, with her cervix having opened up to grab me at the last second, like Miriam could do, allowing me to deposit my aphrodisiac cum deep into her very core.

She’d definitely never experienced anything like it before.

“Oh God, oh God. Oh my God, oh my God,” she moaned, trying to keep her volume down as she thrust her small squishy tits in my face more, one of her juicy nipples in my mouth. “Ohhhh heaven’s mercy,” she continued to moan. “It’s too much,” she then whimpered, her leather-clad thighs squirming now. “Boy, it’s too much! What are you doing to me? I’m going to cum! Oh God, I’m going to cum so hard. Oh God! Oh, MMMMMMMM!”

Holding my face tightly against her chest, she slammed her own mouth shut above my head as she moaned and grunted in raw carnal bliss, jerking her chin upward, her hips twitching forward as she felt my thick cock deep inside of her, even as I continued to suck on her small tits, definitely feeling like I was swimming in a sea of her charm and pleasure.

And yet, I noticed that she was being very controlled about sucking up my lust…

Almost as if she was being careful to not ‘actually’ hurt me.

Or perhaps because she was already plenty full on magical energy from previous encounters.

Either way, her breathing was heavy now, as if she’d just run a marathon.

“Oh my God, what is this?” she whimpered. “Boy, what are you?”

I finally let go of her nipple and reached up with both hands, trying desperately to focus on reality, cupping her adorable face and pulling her cute full lips down to mine.

She moaned passionately as she slipped her warm tongue in my mouth, her small hands covering mine, starting to tense her hot belly and rock again.

More than ready to go again.

But, I knew we had to stop.

We weren’t just in some secluded slice of paradise.

We were in the fucking building that my father owned!

And the secretary would come looking for me soon.

So we had to stop.

I had to focus on reality again.

Thus, while still kissing her, I let go of her face and reached down for her hips, holding her in place so she couldn’t bounce, while ‘accidentally’ thrusting myself as deep as I could go.

Fuck, I didn’t want to leave.

I wanted to stay buried inside of her forever.

However, thankfully, my actions did communicate my actual goal.

Her gorgeous blue eyes finally popped open, her thick black eyelashes sharply contrasted against her pale skin, looking confused as she broke the kiss to focus on me.

I tried to think straight. “I’m sorry. But we can’t risk going again right now.”

Her expression pained, as if I’d just rejected her in the worst way possible. “Please don’t go yet,” she begged. “I’ll think of something. Some excuse that will buy us some time, without causing suspicion. Fuck, he wouldn’t even care if he found out we had sex! It’s not like I’m with him!”

“But it’s too risky,” I said seriously, really forcing my mind to focus on reality, not wanting to admit to her how much she blew my world just now. “Trust me, that felt good for me too, but I’ve got to get back.”

She whimpered at that, reluctant but obedient, kissing me passionately one last time, before carefully beginning to climb off me.

But after what I just experienced? I felt almost numb now.

I just sat their exposed as I watched her carefully zip up her leather pants, feeling like I shouldn’t have been surprised that she was wearing clothing modified to have easy access, knowing that my cum probably wouldn’t be going anywhere, since she had likely closed her cervix right back up after I’d cummed directly in her womb.

At the very least, I knew nothing leaked out of Miriam, whenever the short redhead did that.

Although…

That just made me briefly worried about something else entirely…

If Miriam was close to being ready to have a baby, and if this girl was about the same age, then was it possible she might get pregnant from this?

For half a second my heart froze at the idea.

However, I quickly realized that was somewhat unlikely, since this girl was a year younger, and possibly had at least two years before she was fertile again. And that was even assuming she had the same 750-year separation in between her fertile periods…

But then again, even if this girl was a year younger, wouldn’t she be about the same age in terms of how long she’d been a succubus?!

And didn’t Miriam admit to waiting a year?!

To putting it off for a full twelve months?!

Because if that was the case, meaning that Miriam would have possibly been fertile this year, or even the previous year, had she not done that, then that might actually mean that Delilah was close to being fertile right now!

Fuck, I was about to ask her if she was having periods!

But fuck! I didn’t have time to think about this right now!

I had to get back…

Unfortunately, once the blue-eyed succubus was presentable again, her gorgeous black hair tucked behind her adorable ears, she simply held my gaze longingly, seeing that I hadn’t made an effort to cover up yet, only to focus down at my cock with a desperate expression.

Without hesitation, she bent down and engulfed me in her mouth, moaning on my shaft as she used her tongue to clean me all up, visibly looking like she’d just found her new addiction as her blue eyes fluttered closed repeatedly at the lingering taste of my cum.

And I couldn’t help but just watch, still fairly plastered from our sex, feeling like I was in a drugged coma that sapped all my energy and willpower, enjoying the sight of what had become very affectionate attention from the short sexy woman servicing me.

Because clearly, even as powerful as her charm had hit me, I’d obviously aroused something inside of her that she wasn’t used to.

A sensation of true intimacy and passion.

Sex that was more than just sex.

I could sense it in her aura.

I could see it on her flushed face as she practically swallowed me whole.

This had worked.

There was more than just an interest in the sex now. She’d shared in a moment of true intimacy with me, and was really feeling it now as she tried to swallow me whole, her throat bulging from the effort.

It wasn’t until Serenity interrupted my thoughts that I realized we were truly out of time.

‘She’s coming to find you.’

“Shit, I think I hear the secretary coming,” I hissed, prompting Delilah to look up at me in confusion, a stream of our fluids clinging to her full pink lips.

“I don’t hear anything,” she said innocently.

I stood up anyway, not planning on explaining any more about myself at this point, watching her almost go cross-eyed at the cock suddenly in her face, before I managed to hide it in my pants, quickly tucking in my shirt and heading for the doorway, not even bothering to say goodbye.

Thankfully, I got to the main hallway again, before the blonde secretary caught sight of me, looking like she’d actually gone into the men’s bathroom in search of me.

“Oh, there you are,” she exclaimed. “I was starting to worry.”

“I got turned around,” I lied, holding my stomach like I was in pain, bending a little so that my softening erection wasn’t obvious. “I wasn’t feeling that well to begin with, but then once I left the bathroom, I guess I went the wrong way.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” she said sympathetically. “I think I might actually have the perfect way to make you feel better.”

“Umm…what’s that?” I said hesitantly, as she again wrapped her arms around mine in a tight embrace.

Her tone was seductive. “Take me into the men’s bathroom, and bend me over the sink,” she whispered with a straight face. “I promise you’ll feel so much better afterward. All your stress and anxiety will just melt away.”

Ah, fuck.

Was I going to have to compel this woman just to get her to leave me alone?

I mean, she was hot, but I didn’t particularly feel like fucking the communal whore right now, not to mention I should really be avoiding fucking other women, period, since I kind of had nine relationships already.

Not to mention, if I did end up fucking one of the women here, then that might just be used as an excuse to try to get me to share Serenity!

So yeah, hell no.

This situation with the blue-eyed succubus had kind of been a unique circumstance.

Since all my women had agreed to it, and all…

For safety reasons, and such…

Ah fuck.

I wasn’t sure if they would have actually agreed to it if they knew just how much this single instance was going to blow my world. Probably not a single one of them had a clue, aside from Miriam and maybe Gwen.

But also clearly, Miriam believed I could handle it.

And I did handle it just fine.

I just wasn’t fully prepared to find out that Miriam had been holding back all this time.

That she could be much more addictive, if she really wanted to be.

That she’d been so careful to let me make my own decisions, even as amazing as she made it feel when we had sex. Of course, I already trusted her, but it made me trust her all the more. Just knowing what she was truly capable of, and just knowing that I hadn’t even experienced half of what she could really do.

From day one, she’d been so careful with me.

So careful with her erotic charm.

So careful to not make me truly addicted.

Unexpectedly, the elevator dinged then, revealing a mature attractive brunette wearing a familiar business suit with those extremely dark sunglasses.

Her eyebrows raised when she saw me and the secretary, seeming mostly stunned by how relieved I was to see her.

“Are you ready to go?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yes,” I said firmly, knowing Serenity was already on her way, coming around the other corner down the hall. I then focused on the blonde secretary. “Sorry, maybe some other time,” I offered.

She pouted then, almost looking like she was going to stomp her foot in frustration, but didn’t verbally complain, instead giving Ms. Monroe almost a death glare.

Again, the woman simply just raised her eyebrows, before ushering us back into the elevator when she saw Serenity make an appearance.

I avoided all eye contact with the secretary as the doors closed, only to sigh heavily in relief.

“Ms. Monroe,” I said seriously. “Did my father compel that woman to fuck every man in sight?”

She scoffed at that. “No, that’s just her. She loves big cocks, and loves aggressive men who treat her like property, both of which she gets plenty of, working around here. No need for anyone to compel her.”

I sighed heavily.

She continued. “Didn’t want to take advantage of that, huh?” she wondered, sounding almost curious.

I just shook my head, not looking at her, feeling a little guilty now that I had taken advantage of someone else’s willingness instead. Even though I could be viewed as the victim here, not Delilah. “Told you, I’m not an asshole,” I managed.

“Maybe not yet,” she mumbled.

I frowned at that, feeling a little annoyed by the comment. “Or maybe not ever,” I said more seriously.

She turned her head toward me, almost as if she was surprised I even heard her speak under her breath, before sighing and focusing forward again.

As the elevator’s opened up to the underground garage, I decided to speak up a second time.

“You know, power usually corrupts, right?”

“Without a doubt,” she agreed firmly.

“But you know what prevents corruption?”

She scoffed, her tone sarcastic. “Do tell, young man. Share your infinite wisdom.”

Frowning, I waited until I was at the car, ready to open the door for Serenity once she unlocked it, before responding.

“Two things, actually. Respect. And real love.”

Ms. Monroe paused just as she opened her door, focusing on me briefly over the roof of the black car.

Her tone was serious. “And you know what also turns people into assholes? Aside from power?”

I frowned. “What?”

“Pain. Bitterness. And anger,” she said emphatically. “And there’s a lot of that going around in your family. It’s like an incubi tradition, to perpetuate the cycle of abuse toward each other. To ensure that the men in your family, most of whom have longer than average lifespans, learn to view women as pets, instead of people. So you’ll have to forgive me when I doubt that you’ll stay a gentleman forever. Especially not after your woman has been stolen from you a few dozen times, while you are completely helpless to stop it. Completely helpless to prevent her from obediently doing as they ask.” She scoffed. “It doesn’t matter how much she loves you. It won’t stop her from fucking them as if she’s willing.”

Damn.

I realized she had a point.

Having to experience that nightmare could turn even a nice person into a complete asshole. Just from the bitterness alone.

When I didn’t respond, with her seeing that she’d made her point, she climbed into the driver’s seat and slammed the door, waiting for us to get in as well. Because she was about to take us over to the cathedral, where we’d likely finally meet some of my brothers, if not all of them.

But all that just meant was, I did seriously need to start figuring out a game plan.

Because, while it was true that Serenity could thankfully just resist their compulsion, that would only raise suspicion and a bunch of other questions. All of which would only serve to draw more attention to me. Granted, at this point, I was starting to wonder if having attention on me was even avoidable, since I was the youngest of my brothers, and apparently that put a target on my head right off the bat.

So then, should I not worry so much about hiding my strength?

Should I just make it clear that I could use magic and I was really strong, and that my women couldn’t be compelled by others?

Or would that just put an even bigger target on my head?

Would that just get the attention of those outside of our immediate family?

Fuck, I didn’t know.

But I needed to decide on a game plan.

And now.

And, as part of that game plan, I needed information.

Of course, I knew this woman wasn’t exactly on my side, but out of everyone I could possibly ask, including my own father, I felt like she was the closest thing to it. Which meant, she was the person to ask.

“Ms. Monroe,” I said as she began pulling out of the parking space, with her glancing at me oddly due to my tone. “Just wondering, but how many of my brothers can use magic?”

She seemed surprised by that question, beginning to pull down the lane to exit the parking garage. “You mean, like without using an item?”

“Yes. How many of them can cast spells without a magical artifact?”

She seemed confused and almost baffled. “Well, none of them. I mean, there are some incubi who can, but none in your family. Not even your father.” She paused, her body tense as if she’d said too much. “Although, don’t let that fool you. Some of the magical artifacts he wields are very powerful and very lethal.”

“Of course,” I said simply, trying to hide my shock.

Because I honestly hadn’t expected that answer.

None of them could use magic.

Granted, probably most of them did carry magical artifacts, which I was sure were far more dangerous than the typical gun. So then, everyone was armed, but unable to create their own weapons, essentially.

She waited until we pulled back on to the one-way street before speaking up again.

“Why do you ask that?” she said seriously.

“How rare is it to be able to use a spell without an incantation?” I wondered curiously, ignoring her question.

“Unheard of,” she replied firmly. “I mean, obviously I can, with fire magic. But it’s otherwise unheard of. Such a thing is far more rare than I can even express in words. It basically doesn’t exist, even though it obviously does, in certain unique circumstances.”

I nodded slowly. “And, just wondering, but how often does my father compel you?”

Unexpectedly, Ms. Monroe slammed on the brakes and pulled over into a couple of open spaces on the side of the street, only to promptly turn fully in her seat the moment we were stopped. “What in the hell kind of questions are these?” she snapped.

Calmly, I turned more toward her, our faces now barely a foot apart. “Answer my question, and I’ll likely tell you,” I replied seriously, suspecting I already knew her answer.

She began chewing on her lip at that, her jaw tense. “He doesn’t compel me,” she said seriously. “Because he can’t compel the fire spirit inside me. Which means, if he did compel me, he might just infuriate the spirit, and thus create his own demise.” She scoffed. “I don’t wear these sunglasses because I’m afraid of you, or anyone else. I wear them because the spirit inside of me would incinerate you, if you even tried.”

“So you’re truly with him willingly.”

“Of course,” she scoffed. “I am practically a queen at his side. There is no female he respects more. And even if I don’t love him, I’d be a fool to deny him anything he wanted, because he can give me everything that I could ever want, and then some.”

Having made a decision, without consideration for whether or not it was a smart decision, instead just trusting my instincts, I held out my hand, prompting her to focus down at it in confusion.

“I’m sure fire doesn’t alarm you, right?” I wondered.

She focused back up at me, her eyebrows tense. “No, I love it.”

I nodded, looking back down at my hand, prompting her to focus down again too.

Without a word, not wanting to overly startle her, a tiny blue flame appeared in my palm, no larger than a grain of rice, beginning to flicker gently in the low air coming from the AC.

Elizabeth Monroe gasped in shock.

Only to just stare in disbelief for a long few seconds.

She then slowly brought her own hand around and began lowering it on top of mine, feeling the heat from the small flame as if to verify it was real, only to gently turn her hand, as an orange spark ignited right next to it, the twin fires beginning to merge without combining, dancing together with flickers of blue and orange.

I noticed that her irises were again glowing orange beneath her sunglasses.

But then Ms. Monroe rested the side of her hand fully on the side of mine, helping to create a barrier from the gentle air, the flames beginning to grow larger, as I increased the size of mine when I noticed she began increasing the size of hers.

Until finally the orange and blue flames were nearly the size of a tennis ball together, licking at our exposed skin without harming either one of us.

Very slowly, she raised her head again, looking visibly stunned, her face much closer now than it had been.

“You’re an Ifrit too?” she whispered in disbelief.

“No, I don’t think so,” I replied just as quietly, feeling almost mesmerized by her glowing orange irises illuminating through her sunglasses. “But I do have a very powerful affinity for fire magic.”

She nodded slowly, focusing down at the flames in our hands again, at least until I spoke up a second time. Asking a question that would signal to me whether or not I might be able to win this extremely powerful person over to my side.

Because undeniably, it would be a huge benefit to have her on my side.

And so, I paid close attention to her aura as I asked a delicate question.

“Would you be willing to keep this from my father?”

She stiffened at that, before slowly returning her gaze to mine, the sunglasses not hindering me from seeing her glowing eyes now. Without looking, she then began to fold her hand over the flames, the flowing magic decreasing as she slowly rested her hand in mine, until our palms were skin-to-skin.

She was then silent for what felt like a full minute.

Just staring at me, and not saying anything, her hand resting on mine.

“I…” She paused. “I think I will,” she finally agreed quietly, even as the glowing orange of her irises started to die out. “However…you’ll have to promise me that you’ll never betray me either.”

I almost couldn’t believe she was really agreeing.

But I got no sense that she wasn’t being sincere right now.

Because it was obvious that experiencing my flames had affected her in some way.

She’d just come face-to-face with what she clearly thought was an impossibility.

To the point that it almost looked like I’d just upended her entire world, though if that was the case then she was doing a fairly decent job of hiding it, even in her aura, only seeming stunned and nothing more.

“Trust is very important to me,” I said seriously, slowly beginning to curl my fingers. She immediately responded by curling hers too, causing us to slowly form a makeshift hold, as if we were shaking hands…or perhaps just holding hands. “I would never betray you, even if I was facing death.”

She tensed at that.

The overall tension in the air was palpable.

But then she nodded slowly, her pink lips slightly parted, before she turned her head a little to glance back at Serenity, almost as if she was just now remembering we had company. She then gave my hand a squeeze, and pulled away, sitting up in her seat to place both hands back on the steering wheel.

Only to not move at all.

I felt like something huge was happening inside of her, though I couldn’t be sure in this moment.

Nevertheless, for almost another full minute, she didn’t say or do anything, just staring straight ahead, before finally putting the car back in gear, and focusing up at the rearview mirror for oncoming traffic as she pulled out.

Once we were on the street, she spoke up again. “I think while we’re there, I will stay by your side the whole time.”

I glanced at her in surprise, prompting her to elaborate.

“I cannot guarantee that no one will try to mess with you, but if I’m present, and if I act like I’m in an especially foul mood, then they will likely stay clear of you, if for no other reason than to stay clear of me.”

“So they know what you’re capable of?” I realized.

She raised her eyebrows. “They know I’m unpredictable, because of the spirit inside me. That if I get pissed off enough, that the spirit might incinerate them, even if I personally wasn’t intending it. So yeah, they know not to piss me off.”

“Thank you,” I said sincerely, feeling like that was already a huge win.

She glanced at me with a frown, abruptly changing subjects.

“You’re more powerful than you’re even letting on, aren’t you?” she unexpectedly wondered.

I frowned at that. “Umm, why do you say that?”

“Because that’s what the spirit within me is saying. Now that it’s had the chance to know your fire, it’s telling me that I should ditch your father entirely, and serve you instead.”

I nearly had to do a double-take.

Holy fuck!

Did she really just say that?!

I mean, I knew something was happening inside of her, but was she really talking about switching allegiances just like that?!

She quickly continued when she saw how stunned I looked. “The fire spirit within me values only two things. Power and survival.” She glanced at me again. “And after experiencing those beautiful flames of yours just now, it’s telling me that, if I was with you instead, I could be unfathomably powerful, and virtually unkillable.” She scoffed. “As ridiculous as that sounds.”

I couldn’t help myself.

Because holy fuck, I wanted her.

Even if not as a sexual partner, I still wanted her on my side.

And so, with a casual tone, I spoke without thinking, because I absolutely wanted her on my side.

“Possibly not quite as ridiculous as you’re thinking,” I said simply.

She immediately tensed and didn’t respond.

I cleared my throat, feeling a little bizarre that we were even having this conversation. “For now, I suppose let’s just try to get through this day unscathed.” My tone became more playful. “Last thing we need is to cause the need for more funerals, for my father to prepare. I know all too well that they’re expensive.”

Ms. Monroe immediately focused on me with a strange expression, somewhere between amused and bewildered, before slowly cracking a really attractive smile.

She then frowned, and composed herself.

“Yes,” she said seriously. “Let’s please avoid that. They’d probably assume I was the cause, if everyone burned to death, and then I’d have a target on my head.”

I spoke again, without thinking.

“Wouldn’t matter at that point,” I said seriously, causing her to give me a confused look, which only prompted me to elaborate, my tone becoming more lighthearted. “Because then you’d have to be on my side, and since I feel like I can trust you, if for no other reason than the fact that you’re honest about your intentions, I’d obviously just make you unfathomably powerful and virtually unkillable, like the spirit told you.” I shrugged nonchalantly. “So, like I said, wouldn’t matter.”

She shook her head, seemingly in disbelief. “It’s a good thing I’m the one in control.”

“Huh?”

She sighed. “It’s good that it’s me in control, and not the fire spirit. Because after what you just said, and after what we felt in your flames, the spirit would already be burning the church down right now.”

I laughed, figuring she was joking. “Hard to do that right now, when we’re still a few miles away.”

Her expression was instantly grim. “No, not hard at all to do. I could start a fire in that cathedral right this second if I wanted, from right where I sit. Only precondition is that I have to have been there at least once, and ideally be within ten miles of my target.”

Holy…

Fuck.

I tried to keep my tone lighthearted.

“Huh. Okay, maybe I should stop seducing your fire spirit then.”

She barked out a sincere laugh at that, the first time I’d ever heard her laugh.

And I couldn’t help but grin.

“Yes,” she said warmly. “Maybe focus on seducing me instead.”

I looked at her in shock.

However, the moment the words were out of her mouth, she grimaced and glanced back in the rearview mirror.

“Sorry,” she said more to Serenity. “I’m not usually so careless with my speech.”

Serenity finally spoke up, having been quiet this entire time. “It’s honestly okay. I assume it’s normal for most, who are at least part-incubi, to have multiple women in their lives. So, it’s not like this topic bothers me. Because while I certainly wouldn’t want you hogging a lot of his attention, it’s obvious that having you on our side would be very beneficial.”

Ms. Monroe frowned at that, glancing back at her in the rearview mirror, and then looking over at me. “You didn’t compel her to say stuff like that?”

I scoffed. “Honestly? I’ve only compelled her twice. First time was an accident, and the second time, we were just testing to see how strong my compulsion was.” I paused, only to continue when she gave me a questioning look. “I had her do pushups,” I said simply.

Her eyebrows raised at that.

Serenity spoke up again. “Honestly, I don’t feel like that should surprise you too much. Obviously, it seems like you don’t mind being one of many women, even if your reasons are more for power and stability. My reasons are different than yours, but I feel roughly the same way.” She paused. “Although, because my reasons are different, that also means I wouldn’t want to be with the average incubus.”

Ms. Monroe pursed her lips, nodding her head slowly, but not responding.

Leaving us quiet for a few minutes as she pulled onto the street with the very traditional looking cathedral, aiming for what looked like a parking lot surrounded by nice black fencing. As we started pulling in, seeing a small group of people walking up some stone steps, she spoke.

“Perhaps we should avoid discussing any of this stuff for the remainder of the day,” she commented.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” I agreed, wondering why she was bringing it up, since we were already here.

She continued. “It’s just that, I’m not only one person. As an Ifrit, a sorceress with a fire spirit residing with in them, it is very much like I am two entities in one body. And this conversation has left me very troubled, because the fire spirit has already jumped ship.” She paused as she parked the car, only to face me to continue. “I don’t even want to admit this to you, but it feels like a lost cause already. The fire inside of me wants you now, and while it won’t do anything stupid to get us in trouble, it’s afraid of missing out. And it’s thus trying to push me to just drop everything and commit my whole self to you, no matter the consequences.”

I reached out my hand.

She gave it a confused look, before slowly taking it, a small flame igniting in the tiny space between our palms. At the same time, her irises illuminated again too.

My tone was reassuring. “Then, I suppose I’ll do the respectful thing by speaking to both of you.” I paused when her eyebrows shot up. “I don’t normally evaluate a person based on their usefulness, but objectively, both of you would be very useful to me. For that reason, I want you. And I’m willing to wait for both of you to be sure it’s what you want too. So…” I paused. “I guess to the fire spirit, I will say this. Please give her peace as she works through her feelings about this, and know that when she is ready to take that step, I will give you both the power you desire. The only thing I ask for in return, is absolute loyalty.”

Ms. Monroe just stared at me, her irises still bright orange.

After a few long seconds, her lips finally parted. “N-No one has done that before.”

“Talk to both of you?” I assumed.

She swallowed hard at that, likely because I was still doing it. “M-Most act like the spirit is just my magic. They act like it isn’t a separate thing.”

“Would probably help if you have separate names.”

She just stared at me. “We…do…”

My eyes widened in surprise, her hand still in mine.

“As a human sorceress, I was Liz. Just Liz.” The mature brunette paused. “But she…she is called Bethel. Together we are Lizbethel, or just Lizbeth, but I’ve changed my name to Elizabeth, because it’s remained in fashion with the times.”

“If I may ask, how old are you?” I wondered.

“I was born in the early 1600’s,” she said without hesitation. “I am 412 years old. Bethel is a bit younger, as she didn’t exist until I was forty-three. She is just about to turn 369 years old.”

Dang.

I actually hadn’t expected her to be so old.

But now that I was thinking about it, she did kind of look like she was about forty-three years old.

I continued. “Since that time, your body has remained frozen at forty-three, hasn’t it?”

“Yes,” she said simply.

I nodded. “So then, can I call you Elizabeth? Or even Lizbeth?”

“Please,” she said without hesitation, only to grimace. “Well, not around the others.”

I nodded. “I won’t. But Lizbeth,” I said seriously, prompting her to focus on me even more intensely. “I’m looking forward to having you on my side.”

“We…we are too,” she whispered simply, continuing to hold my hand.

I had no idea how this was going to work out exactly, knowing we’d have time on the way home to discuss possible details, but a part of me was relieved, and even a little bit elated, to potentially have such a powerful ally…as well as a third MILF…even if she wasn’t one of my main women, and even if I never ended up getting physical with her.

I mean, shit, I really probably shouldn’t get physical with her.

But I did absolutely want her as an ally.

However, even as excited as I was by this unexpected development, it wasn’t enough to counteract the fact that actually bringing her to my side wasn’t going to be a walk in the park, if even feasible at all, not to mention that the rest of this day was potentially going to be very stressful.

I just hoped that having Elizabeth close by would really prevent this day from becoming a nightmare.

Unfortunately, once we finally got out of the car, walked across the pavement, and began making our way up the concrete steps, I realized it was already turning into a nightmare for some.

There was a guy with black hair and tan skin, looking strikingly like my biological father, as if they could be brothers, who was holding a pair of sunglasses out of reach from a woman with pale skin and brown hair…

Of course, while I didn’t know her name, the scarring on her face, specifically around her eyes, coupled with the fact that she was clearly blind, made it very obvious to me who she was, upon a first glance.

The girl who gouged out her own eyes, after being taken advantage of by one of my brothers.

The one who loved my brother Joseph to the point that she absolutely refused to ever let such a thing happen again, where she was compelled into willingly sleeping with someone else.

Fuck.

Elizabeth paused when I did, surprising me when she specifically turned her head in my direction, as if to see how I was reacting to a situation she probably didn’t find too uncommon, only to immediately square her shoulders and take another step forward.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she snapped without hesitation, immediately causing the guy to focus on her in alarm, his face losing some color. “This is a funeral for your oldest brother. Heaven forbid your father sees this nonsense, and he’ll have your head! Leave the poor woman the fuck alone!”

Much to my surprise, the guy sincerely looked shaken by her outburst.

“S-Sorry, ma’am.”

“Where is Joseph?” she snapped.

“Umm…” He hesitated. “He’s…occupied.”

“Daniel,” she hissed harshly. “You better get your ass in there, and make sure your brothers know that if I have to break something up, then anyone surviving will feel the wrath of your father. Understand?”

“Y-Yes ma’am!” he stammered.

“Then get the fuck going!” she snapped. “I’m already in a foul mood.”

“S-Sorry ma’am,” he responded, immediately shoving the sunglasses toward the blind woman, who almost stumbled backward from the surprise, and then proceeded to bolt inside.

Without hesitation, Serenity immediately hurried up the stairs, rushing to the young woman’s side, looking like she couldn’t be much older than in her late twenties at most, her hands trembling as she tried to get her sunglasses back on to hide her scarred eyes sockets.

“Are you okay?” Serenity asked seriously, reaching out to touch her shoulder.

“Of course I’m not fucking okay!” she snapped, shrugging off Serenity’s hand. “I don’t even want to fucking be here right now, but I have no choice! None of us fucking do!”

Serenity clearly didn’t know what to say. “I’m…sorry,” she whispered.

The young woman just shrugged, seeming to compose herself. “Who the hell are you anyway? I don’t recognize your voice.”

“I’m with Kai. Umm, I guess he’s the youngest brother.”

“Fucking great,” she hissed, her tone sarcastic. “Welcome to the party. Be prepared to be used and abused, unless you’re willing to end up like me. My man is the only good one. The rest are a den of vipers.”

Den of vipers.

Unexpectedly, something clicked in my head.

Miriam’s spell.

Holy shit, maybe I’d been thinking about it all wrong.

When I’d been reciting it, the part about vipers and snakes had always meant just that. Like a metaphor for creatures, or general attacks, that could harm. But maybe that metaphor was actually meant to imply people…

Specifically, people like my brothers.

Fuck, it was so obvious!

How had I missed that?

Without thinking, I started whispering her spell under my breath. “Protect me from evil, protect me from violence. Keep me from vile plans, keep me from wicked hands. Body through and through, envelope and subdue. The poison of vipers, the bite of snakes, no matter the strength, refuse to break.”

As usual, the spell didn’t actually activate, but I did feel a slight difference.

My understanding of the spell itself made a difference.

Fuck! This was huge!

My understanding made a difference!

And of course I knew why Miriam probably hadn’t pointed that out. Probably most people would have assumed that I understood.

By the time I finished whispering it, Elizabeth’s eyebrows were high as she focused on me. “Where did you hear that from?” she whispered seriously.

Shit.

“Oh, umm, why?” I hedged.

Her brow furrowed. “Because as far as I’m aware, that spell was created by someone I know.”

My eyebrows shot up at that. “Someone you know?” I said in disbelief. “Who?”

“You may meet her today, actually. Her name is Delilah. Trust me when I say, you’ll know her when you see her.”

Again, I felt like someone punched me in the gut.

And not just me.

Those at the mansion were freaking out too, specifically Miriam.

Gwen was suddenly speaking in my head.

‘Master, can you describe that succubus to me. She has blue eyes, right? And black hair? About the same proportions as my mistress? And her name was Delilah? And possibly once Jericho?’

I didn’t understand what was happening right now.

‘Yes,’ I thought simply.

‘Master, if you see her again, ask her if she’s ever gone by the name Abigail.’

‘Why? What would that mean?’ I wondered seriously.

‘Master, it would mean that you found her. You’ve found the friend my mistress mentioned last night. The one she knew as a human, prior to being cursed.’

Holy fuck.

Holy fuck!

Was it really her?

Was it possible that’s why I’d reacted to her? Because my soul was bonded with Miriam?

But then, shouldn’t Miriam also know ‘Jericho’ used to be her name? Because otherwise, how else could I know that, and Miriam not know that?

Shit, what was going on right now?

Focusing back on Elizabeth, who of course didn’t have a clue I had people in my head, I responded quietly. “Oh, umm, would it be weird if you introduced me to her?” I wondered.

She frowned at that. “No, but she might not want to talk to you.”

“We’ve already met,” I said flatly.

Her eyebrows shot up again. “Oh. And?”

“And now, you’re the only person here who knows that. So as far as anyone else is concerned, we haven’t met.”

She nodded slowly. “Right. Okay. Yeah, if I see her, I’ll try to get her attention.”

“Thank you,” I said sincerely, already silently planning on being even more proactive. Especially since I was well aware that I had Delilah’s number already sitting on my phone under ‘J.’ But shit, the moment I walked into this building, I would have to be very careful about who might be looking over my shoulder. Because I couldn’t risk someone seeing, aside from Serenity and possibly Elizabeth.

Dammit.

This was the worst time, but I had to find out.

For Miriam, I had to find out.

Thus, I pulled out my phone, and began typing my first message to Delilah.

FEEDBACK: Some questions...

1) Thoughts on Delilah? (Sex scene, her possibly being Miriam's friend, etc.)

2) Thoughts on Elizabeth Monroe? (The fire spirit switching sides because it values power, her being interested as well for various reasons, etc.)

3) I noticed a few of you seemed to think that it was 'the fire spirit' who Kai was primarily talking to. Did you personally think that, and if so, why?

4) Anything you think I need to clarify?

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