Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 92

July 17, 2022

NOTE: This Ch 92 is fairly long (almost 8,000 words), but also very much a slice-of-life chapter, where Gwen and Gabriella get a little bit of attention, and everyone just kind of 'touches base' for the day.

Alternatively, the next chapter Ch 93 is looking to get into some more exciting plot.

ARTWORK: Posted sexy outfit of Gwen on July 18, 2022. On Aug 17, 2022 I posted the first artwork for Mel, and I'll likely be posting Miriam soon in September.

CHANGES to Ch 91: Usually if at least one person brings up a question or complaint, I'll at least consider it, but may not view it as being a 'needed change' at that point. However, when a second or third person brings up a similar concern, that usually indicates to me that I need to do some clarification.

Thus, I've made the following additions to the last chapter, in hopes of clarifying those questions 'in-story.'

>>> Changes to Ch 91 (bolded):

Should I have let him live?

Even though he posed a threat to all my women, and was very clear about his intentions, did I mess up by taking his life?

And why was death clinging to me only now, after I’d killed others, especially when Natalie was the one who actually killed him? Or did he die when I snapped his neck from throwing him? Or was it because I’d enjoyed it? Because I’d enjoyed helping to slaughter the bastard?

Was it truly 'death' that was clinging to me? Or was it instead the evil that manifested from me taking pleasure in the slaughtering of my enemy?

Was that what Miriam was actually sensing?

Not that it really mattered why…

Understanding the ‘why’ wasn’t going to fix things.

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Which meant, I had to ask.

The one question I was dreading to ask.

“Do…do you still sense death on me?” I whispered. “Or, I guess…do you still sense evil?”

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My tone was hesitant. “So baptism is a real thing then?” I wondered, thinking back to how ‘dirty’ I’d always felt after slaughtering those serial killers, only feeling clean after a nice long shower. A sensation I knew was completely in my head, and had nothing to do with actual filth.

Her emerald eyes were intense. “Very real, my love. Just as real as the concept of repentance, since they are really one in the same.”

I frowned as I considered that. “And so, the stain of death…left me…because I felt remorseful for my actions? Or maybe remorseful for how I felt while doing it?”

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Instead, all I could focus on was one simple truth.

The stain of death was gone -- the stain of evil was gone…and my love was knelt with me, holding my face as she reassured me that our worst nightmare was over. That our desire to be one had overcome this obstacle. That my remorse, for how my actions affected us, had overcome this obstacle.

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- CHAPTER 92: Routine -

As I slowly woke up, having no idea what time it was, I wasn’t sure if I’d slept well or not, feeling more like someone had hit me over the head to just knock me out cold. Especially after feeling so miserable the moment we’d arrived at Miriam’s mansion. In fact, I realized that was a big part of it, with a general sensation of genuine relief finally hitting me after being passed out so hard.

Hard enough to not be aware of anything that happened while I was asleep.

Thus far, ever since I’d died and resurrected, every time I slept there was this vague awareness of my surroundings that seemed to remain, even when the rest of my mind was completely unconscious. Yet that didn’t happen this time.

I knew, because Miriam wasn’t still directly on top of me like she’d been when I’d fallen asleep, and I had absolutely no recollection of her moving, though it was clear she hadn’t gone far. She was simply curled up at my side, her forehead resting against my ribs, her hot breath tickling my skin, strands of her fiery red hair resting on her cheek, her latex pants still unzipped as if she’d simply rolled off me and fallen asleep herself.

However, she hadn’t left me completely uncovered.

One of her midnight wings was actually draped over me, serving as a makeshift blanket that was hiding my nudity. It was both strange and extremely heartwarming -- strange simply because her webbed appendages felt so warm and soft despite their slick appearance, and of course heartwarming because it felt like she was giving me a hug.

And then there was Gwen.

I could sense her presence through our bond -- as well as through the unique awareness I had while inside Miriam’s domain, due to sharing in ownership of the barriers protecting her mansion -- and I found the maid reclining directly outside of the bedroom, on the leather couch in the little lounging area that also served as the entrance to Miriam’s suite. But of course, I had absolutely no recollection of how long she’d been there, or when she even came in to lay down.

Which would have been normal a week ago, but now felt abnormal after the last few days.

Gwen was asleep, as were Serenity and Natalie.

Avery was in her bed back at her place, over an hour away, and yet her unconscious mind felt so close. I hadn’t paid attention to her at all ever since my world fell apart from Miriam sensing death on me, but I assumed that Claire made it home, and that Avery and her mom likewise got home safely.

Back inside the mansion, I assumed Gabriella and Rebecca were asleep too, the former resting in bed with Serenity, while the latter was in her own bedroom that had also been hers when she used to live here, but I didn’t have any way to determine if they were truly unconscious or not, aside from just perceiving their general location in the massive house.

Both were in bed.

And then there was Rosa, the blonde Italian vampire.

I found her residing deep underground, within the dungeon-like basement where I’d been taken the very first time I’d visited this place. Also the basement where I met Miriam, with me being handcuffed in a chair with a bag over my head, as I pleaded my case to try to convince her I wasn’t a threat to her or her family.

Oh how things had changed in the last…four days.

Wow, it had only been about four days since I first met the short succubus, on Sunday morning, with it now being early in the morning on Thursday, and yet it felt like years. Largely because the last six or seven days had been so eventful.

As far as I could tell Rosa was awake but preparing for bed herself, likely in preparation for the sun to rise, though I didn’t sense any kind of bed in the room she was in. Instead, I was sensing only one piece of furniture in the otherwise bare room. Something low to the ground and long…

A coffin.

A piece of furniture that was the perfect size to fit a body, as was the entire purpose of a coffin to begin with, and something that would block out all sources of light, especially sunlight, which could harm her. Currently, it felt like she was actually on her knees, sitting on her heels, with her fingers interlaced…almost as if she was praying…

Actually, I was pretty sure she was praying.

I had no idea how Rosa had slept prior to ending up here, nor did I know if it had been her preference to sleep in a coffin in the basement or if Miriam had insisted, but I wasn’t too concerned about it right now.

Not when I was beginning to feel a little sleepy again, after briefly rousing.

Taking a deep breath, enjoying the warmth of the perfect redhead resting against my naked body, I gave the crimson canopy above us one last look before letting my eyes close and allowing my mind to begin to wander, that familiar unconscious ‘awareness’ beginning to take hold as I slowly fell back asleep.

Within the mansion, all seemed quiet and peaceful for what felt like another couple of hours, the birds beginning to chirp and sing as the daytime wildlife roused in the vast forest surrounding us.

Truly, between knowing I wouldn’t have to go to school for the next two days, and knowing it was alright for me to sleep in, I felt like I hadn’t experienced such overwhelming peace in a very long time. Not since summer break when I was a little kid.

Certainly, I’d still had plenty of summers off school growing up, but the weight of certain tragedies always prevented me from feeling fully relaxed, with me never feeling like ‘all was right with the world’ and that I had no wants or needs in my life that were going unfulfilled.

Previously, there had always been something, whether that be the desire to be something more with Serenity, or the stress of my lonely future, as I continued to hide my big secret from the world and everyone in it.

Even from those I loved most.

It wasn’t until Gwen roused, that my unconscious awareness prompted me to wake up too, sensing her mind immediately through our bond, as I groggily woke up.

Her mental tone was instantly warm.

‘Master,’ she thought affectionately, only to offer a more elaborate greeting. ‘Good morning, master. If you’re still tired, you can sleep longer. It’s still very early.’

‘Good morning,’ I thought back warmly, before addressing her comment. ‘But what about you?’ I wondered, realizing it always seemed like she was awake before everyone else.

In fact, all the previous times I’d been here overnight, Gwen always went to bed last, yet always seemed awake first. Often long before everyone else woke up.

‘It is normal for imps, master,’ she replied. ‘All my life, I’ve only slept four hours a night. Maybe up to six hours if I’m exceptionally tired. And I function perfectly fine on only two hours if required of me.’

I wasn’t sure what to say to that, just surprised to truly be learning something new about her, causing us both to fall silent for a handful of seconds.

When I perceived Gwen stand up in the lounging room and begin stretching, I started wondering what she was going to do, considering I wasn’t getting any sense that she had any intentions to come into the bedroom.

Gwen paused her stretch in response to that. ‘Do you have need of me to attend to you, master? I would prefer to not wake my mistress, if possible.’

I knew she was implying that she didn’t want to come into the bedroom unless required of her, and likely would request that I carefully slip out of bed, if I did have a need for anything.

‘No, I’m okay. Although, I think I might be fully awake now too, so I’ll probably just watch you for a while.’

Gwen’s heart filled with warmth. ‘That makes me very happy, master.’

‘How come?’ I wondered.

She paused to sincerely consider my question. ‘Well…I suppose because my morning routine feels like nothing special, but I can sense your interest. Both in me, and what I intend to do.’

‘You are very interesting to me, and I really like you.’

‘I like you too, master,’ she thought affectionately.

I didn’t respond this time, instead continuing to focus on her mind as she resumed stretching, briefly focusing on the crimson canopy above the bed, before closing my eyes entirely to try to perceive what she was perceiving. It was obvious she was feeling happier and happier as I did so, but her own thoughts did begin to turn more to her own needs.

For one, she had to pee.

Perceiving her exiting Miriam’s suite and heading down the long hallway, she went all the way down past the grand foyer, to the area that would be above the dining hall, where I knew the laundry room was. Previously, on the way to and from Miriam’s secret lab on the western side of the mansion, I remembered passing a series of rooms on the west side of the second floor that the sexy minx claimed were ‘sex rooms’ full of toys and sex-themed decorations.

Although the rooms weren’t exactly accessible directly from the twin staircases.

In particular, coming from the grand foyer stairs, there was a large open room that led to the laundry room, a single guest bedroom on that side of the house, and then a few supply closets. There was then a hallway to the left that went toward the front of the house, before immediately heading west again, where the ‘fun rooms’ could be accessed, followed by the hallway turning toward the back of the house again, toward the western stairwell.

When I’d first asked Miriam where Gwen’s room was, she’d only smirked at me, not responding, so I was a bit surprised when the maid actually did head straight for that guest bedroom on that side of the house, which actually turned out to be its own mini-suite, clearly being less elaborate than Miriam’s space, but also more elaborate than the other guest rooms.

Which only left me feeling a little confused.

Gwen responded to my unspoken question.

‘If she didn’t tell you where my room was, it’s probably because, at the insistence of my mistress, I have spent almost every night in her bed for as long as I have lived with her.’

‘Oh,’ I thought in sincere surprise, realizing that made sense, but having had no idea previously. ‘So then, I’m kind of taking your spot right now,’ I realized. ‘This is really your bedroom too.’

‘No, not at all, master. I still perceive that as her bed. I usually have none of my belongings in her room. And all my clothing is in my own room as well, requiring me to make a trip to my own bedroom to change. I have just rarely slept in my own bed, is all, unless I required a nap.’

I didn’t respond, because I was instead highly focused on the fact that Gwen had just slid down her black silk panties to relieve herself in the toilet, the short skirt of her silk maid uniform otherwise not a hindrance. Yet, she continued to speak as if it wasn’t anything special.

And really, I was sure it wouldn’t be after I’d experienced her doing it a few dozen times, but right now all I could do was just silently watch through our bond.

‘Speaking of which,’ Gwen continued as she wiped. ‘If you ever have need of a nap, master, you are welcome to rest in my bed.’

For a second, I was about to respond that I didn’t want to impose, but then I recalled her smelling the sheets I’d slept on, prior to throwing them in the washing machine, specifically the scent I’d left behind just from existing.

Gwen’s cheeks flushed at my thought. ‘Yes, master, you smell very nice to me.’

‘Maybe I will sometime,’ I offered simply.

She acknowledged my thought, but didn’t respond.

Finished using the toilet, Gwen promptly walked over to the shower and turned it on, only to begin undressing fully, including removing the item used to control her temperature, and then proceeded to wash up under the hot water, probably spending all of ten minutes at most soaping up everything, including the fur on her legs, and rinsing off.

Compared to my own showers, it would be a fairly normal length washing, but I was used to Serenity taking twenty minutes or longer in the shower, and she didn’t have all the fur on her legs to worry about.

However, I quickly found out why, when Gwen focused on my curiosity while drying off.

‘Because my normal body temperature is closer to a hundred-fifty, even the hot water is not pleasurable to me. It doesn’t feel cold, but it also doesn’t feel hot, being more lukewarm. I shower simply to clean off, and find no enjoyment or relaxation in doing so.’

‘Makes sense,’ I thought simply in response, realizing that a big reason why most people did take longer showers was often to enjoy the hot water. Either that, or because they did other things in the shower, like shaving. At the very least, I knew Serenity typically shaved her legs in the shower every few days.

After that, Gwen got dressed in an identical silk maid uniform as the one she’d taken off before, being sure to also insert her sapphire to control her temperature, and proceeded to head downstairs to do a walkthrough of the mansion, something she apparently did every morning, checking all the rooms to see if anything was amiss and making a mental note of any specific chores that might need to be done.

Of course, almost never was anything amiss in the mostly unused guest bedrooms, but it was literally her primary responsibility to ensure that the mansion was taken care of -- that anything broken was fixed, or that any messes were cleaned.

Certainly, there were plenty of things she wouldn’t fix herself, but she’d be the one to call a repairman. Or if it was discovered that ants had found their way into a particular room, she’d be responsible for ensuring it was dealt with. Although, in the case of bugs, spraying was apparently not the solution they preferred, since it was temporary. Instead, it appeared they would search for where they were coming in from, and then use clear silicone caulking to simply seal the crack or hole.

Except in the case of the breakfast room, which led directly to the conservatory, since usually the problem was worn weather stripping from years of use.

It was strange to think about the fact that Gwen had lived in this house for decades, never visibly growing older, but I had to admit that just absorbing her passing thoughts, as she both attended to her duties and answered my unspoken curiosities, was all a really pleasant way to enjoy this peaceful morning.

Through her perception, I also got to see the library for the first time, having never actually explored that part of the house. I knew it was just past the East Drawing room, being where Gwen, Serenity, and the others had gone in order to get weapons and then climb to the top of the eastern tower during the werewolf attack, but I’d never been there myself.

However, she didn’t stay long, neglecting to check the armory below the library, since it was the one basement that had its own separate barrier, much like Miriam’s suite did. Gwen then proceeded to finish her walkthrough, making a trip to the other three basements along the way, only to head to the front entrance in anticipation of greeting company.

Specifically, a human maid who I had never seen before, as well as another woman who Gwen identified as a cook. The lady wasn’t as skilled as the professional chef I’d met briefly, Emma, but knew her way around the kitchen well enough to make basic meals. Really, the same as any normal person.

When I wondered about the difference, Gwen compared it to making tacos versus authentic Mexican cuisine, or making fried rice versus making dumplings and spring rolls. The average cook could make meals suitable for a high school cafeteria, or even cater for a big informal dinner party, but a real chef could cook dishes that resembled what you’d expect to see at a restaurant.

Being pretty sure that Gwen didn’t have that small bracer on her tail, which was how she hid her nonhuman features with an illusion spell, I couldn’t help but wonder why neither woman reacted negatively to Gwen’s appearance.

Of course, I should have known why.

For one, because they’d known Gwen for quite some time, and second, they’d of course been fucked into addiction by Miriam, and were more than happy to keep quiet about anything they saw. And, I mean, at the end of the day, it made sense that they’d adjust to finding out about the supernatural fairly quickly.

They knew the head maid wasn’t human -- something that probably shocked them when they first found out -- but that she was also a nice person, which was what ultimately mattered.

Now, clearly it was just business as usual, as they both greeted her, touched base on what was expected for the day, and then got to work.

Gwen made sure to inform them that Madam Klein had company, including her daughter and granddaughter -- technically telling a small white lie by neglecting a few ‘greats’ in those descriptions, even if the idea of someone so young having grown children to begin with was already unbelievable -- as well as three other guests visiting, prompting both women to get straight to work, with the one heading to the kitchen to start on breakfast, while the other went to a supply closet to grab some cleaning supplies.

For a second, I actually found myself a little confused as I considered their plain appearances, just because, thus far, none of the staff I’d encountered were actually anything special to look at. Like, none of them were good-looking by any means. Emma certainly hadn’t been a looker, and this new cook was even a woman I’d probably consider unappealing, though I knew that perceiving her through my bond with Gwen was a little less reliable than seeing someone with my own eyes.

However, between something Miriam had told me, and Gwen’s own explanation as soon as I thought it, I understood fairly quickly.

For one, Miriam truly didn’t get hung up on physical appearance, at least not normally, instead very much perceiving another’s internal beauty. And when she’d told me that she fucked everyone, she had really meant that. Especially because, usually when someone perceived themselves as unattractive, that just made their lust skyrocket even more when fucked by such a true goddess of sex.

So in a way, physically unappealing was almost preferred for her, since it often meant higher quality lust, or at least that’s how Gwen explained it.

But also, there was a particular kind of person Miriam preferred to employ -- those who weren’t in a serious or long-term relationship, and not for the reason I expected. It had nothing to do with cheating -- something that Miriam gave zero shit about, since she’d always had a literal need for sexual energy and couldn’t always wait around for someone uncommitted to satisfy the requirement -- but instead it was because of how Miriam did employment.

The vast majority of the maids and other help who worked at the mansion actually only worked for one day per month, sometimes two days per month, partly because if they worked any more than that, then Miriam could hurt them if she ended up having sex with them more frequently than once per month.

But also, for that single day per month, most of them insisted they not be paid for it, because obviously they were more than happy just to be able to do anything for Miriam. Which was one of the reasons why having hired help didn’t actually put a huge drain on her finances, though of course there were other things she did have to pay for, such as the food she and Gwen ate.

She also usually paid any employees who worked a bit more regularly, usually when they worked at least two days a week, though even those individuals often insisted their wages be modest.

However, the main problem with people who were in serious relationships came from those individuals spending all day away from home once or twice a month, only to have no financial gain to show for it or explanation for where they’d been, which had caused problems in the past every once in a while. Thus, Miriam preferred people who had flexibility in their comings and goings, without having to report what they were doing to another individual.

Of course, that kind of person was also typically ‘average’ in the looks department, something that had never been a problem for the youthful-looking succubus, when she otherwise preferred individuals who were either inexperienced or more on the uglier side of the spectrum anyway.

Not that she ‘truly’ had a preference.

Because again, when she said she fucked everyone, she really meant it. Fat, old, ugly, or thin, young, attractive, it didn’t matter.

Previously, her only main reluctance had to do with the type of stuff that was unseen, like someone’s aura or when she sensed death on someone. That kind of stuff. Or if the person had major hygiene problems, then apparently that would turn her off too, but the average person was more than adequate in that department.

Of course, now her main reluctance to fuck anyone else had to do with me, and wanting to have a different type of relationship for once in her eternal life. Something she could afford to do thanks to my ability to produce lust never fatiguing.

Still, I had to admit that learning all these little details from Gwen’s head was actually reassuring, because it meant that if I’d been ugly, or even just average looking, or if my face ever got permanently maimed, it wouldn’t affect how Miriam felt about me. Not in the slightest.

She’d still love me just the same.

Truly love me, even if I was physically unattractive.

In passing, Gwen did admit that there was one maid on staff who was exceptionally attractive, but that she wasn’t normally scheduled to come to the mansion, and would only visit on special request, usually for special reasons.

In Gwen’s mind, I got a vague understanding that she was blonde with green eyes, and extremely busty, all natural, while also having wide hips and a thin waist. And one of the reasons why she was usually available during the day was because she worked as an exotic dancer at a local bar in the evenings and late at night.

Gwen was pretty sure that the young woman picked up a few tricks on the side every once in a while too, but one of the main reasons why Miriam had hired her was because it was obvious she had succubus lineage really far down the line. Like, she might be something like one-out-of-a-thousand parts succubus. Or possibly even further back than that, enough so that she had no connection to the full-blooded succubus who indirectly spawned her.

And apparently, it was the same maid who Miriam had called on to fuck the police officers helping to clean up the remaining dead bodies after the werewolf attack, so that Miriam could avoid doing it herself while also ensuring that they got enough dose of her addiction to keep their mouths shut about what they’d been asked to do, in regards to covering up all those murders.

It was something I mainly only knew about because of my bond with the short redhead, with me somehow drawing much closer to Miriam while I was sleeping, to the point that we were almost as close as the bonds I now shared so casually with the others.

Which…kind of made me wonder if I could get closer to Miriam like that intentionally, if maybe the separation between us in our bond was only by choice. Granted, I knew I’d have to wait for her to wake up to even consider trying that out.

Since she was unconscious and all…

Unless she was dreaming. Then, I supposed I might know if it had worked…

Once the cook and maid had both begun working, Gwen stepped outside just to breathe in some of the fresh morning air, only to then make her way back upstairs…

To wake Serenity up.

Shit, I knew it was pretty early in the morning, but I hadn’t even realized how early until I recalled that Serenity still planned on going into work, and would have to leave earlier than normal to make it on time, considering she had an hour drive ahead of her.

Which made me wonder how long I’d actually been asleep earlier, when I first woke up, feeling like I’d slept like a rock. I mean, if I didn’t fall asleep until after 3 AM, and it was only now maybe 7 AM, then that implied I’d maybe only been asleep for an hour when I first woke up, and then fell back asleep for another three hours before waking up this most recent time.

Fuck, maybe I would go back to sleep after all, since I doubted I’d feel well rested on only four hours.

Sure, that might be normal for Gwen, but I was pretty sure I still needed something closer to eight hours to feel well rested.

And I did still actually feel a little sleepy still after being awake for the last twenty or thirty minutes with my eyes closed…

‘As I said, master,’ Gwen thought automatically. ‘It is alright if you want to return to sleep.’

Sighing heavily, I glanced down at Miriam snuggling against my side, deciding that maybe I would get some more sleep…but only after I said goodbye to Serenity first.

Of course, now that she’d woken, the person in question responded to those thoughts.

‘It’s alright, Kai. I’ll be able to talk to you whenever all day, so it doesn’t even feel like I’m really leaving, like normal.’

Beginning to slowly ease away from the short redhead, being careful not to rouse her as I slipped out from under her wing, I silently responded. ‘I want to at least give you a hug before you leave. Even if we can talk all day, it’s not the same as seeing each other.’

Serenity seemed slightly amused, but also happy about the gesture.

When I met her in the hallway, me still being completely naked, it felt great to wrap her up in my arms and hold her tight for a long few seconds, before sharing a really intimate kiss. Something that felt so natural now, but that felt completely off-limits and forbidden only a week ago. I couldn’t wait to spend some more alone time with her, just to enjoy her company, like the date we’d gone on Monday morning. We definitely needed to do that again soon, since I wasn’t sure we could count this Saturday as going to be anything other than really stressful.

I then started wishing her goodbye, knowing she’d probably have to leave right away and make a stop back at our home to change her clothes and grab something for breakfast.

However, what I didn’t expect was that she’d first have to wait on a couple of others to go with her, since there was only the one car here, not counting the vehicles Miriam owned. Gwen, being aware of their plans, had already gone to make sure Rebecca was awake, while Serenity began to slip into the room across the hall that Natalie slept in.

“So, Natalie will probably tell you herself, but she said last night that she felt a little paranoid, and would rather hang out at our house all day, just to make sure that ‘someone’ was closer to Avery if she was in trouble and needed help.”

I was surprised to hear that information, but of course knew exactly how I’d missed it.

I’d been so initially distressed when arriving last night, and then so focused on Miriam after she came to the bathroom to get me, that I pretty much had no clue what went on prior to just before I fell asleep. The only thing I’d gleaned from Serenity’s head was the fact that Gabriella was actually staying, but I’d completely missed anyone else making decisions to be elsewhere.

“And what about Rebecca?” I wondered, sensing in Gwen’s mind that the mature woman was already awake when the maid knocked on the door and entered the room, just getting ready to get out of bed.

Serenity spoke at normal volume, since she was aiming to wake Natalie up anyway. “Last night she mentioned something about having three appointments today with clients. I guess she’s a real estate agent? I actually didn’t know that, since Gabriella and I have never talked much about her parents, but one of the appointments is actually them closing on a house, so she can’t really miss that even if she wanted to. And one of the other things is an open house or something, which she said she might as well do if she’s already working. Not sure about the third.”

“Oh,” I said simply, watching as Serenity gently rubbed Natalie’s arm to wake her up.

Certainly, I didn’t have a problem with any of them having other obligations, but it just meant there would be less people here at the mansion after all, spending all day with me. Granted, it was probably better this way, since I might otherwise get distracted when I really needed to be learning.

However, Natalie sensed my reaction to all that just as she was waking up, causing her to almost startle awake as she focused on me. She’d been wearing jeans and a t-shirt the previous day, both of which were in a pile on the floor next to a pair of black flats, clearly having slept in only her bra and panties.

“Oh,” she said in sincere surprise, her blue hair disheveled, strands hiding part of her face. “You’re not thrilled about me leaving.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s alright. I do like the idea of you being closer to Avery, just in case,” I said reassuringly.

She grimaced. “Well, and I figured it wasn’t like we’d be separated or anything. Not when we can talk to each other whenever we want.”

“Right,” I agreed, knowing full well that was the case.

However, she continued, as if she felt like I was still uncertain. “It’s just that, I feel like it would be stupid to assume that incubus guy didn’t have any lackeys. I mean, if he’s been around for thousands of years, then surely he didn’t make it this long on his own. Between those rings he had, and all, I’m kind of worried about someone finding out and going after Avery.”

Shit, she was exactly right.

Was it really safe to go about things normally for the rest of them? Or would trying to be ‘overly cautious’ just draw unwanted attention? I could see it being bad both ways. Although, really a big source of my concern wasn’t even Avery, who would be around other people all day, but rather Rebecca, since she was one of the few who didn’t have my blood yet. Sure, Avery and Serenity had to worry about exposure, but at least they could probably defend themselves if they needed to. Both were stronger at least.

Natalie continued. “What you’ve got to do is still really important,” she added, beginning to scoot her legs out of bed and sit up. “But figured it would be smart to kind of stick together, at least in pairs.”

“No, I agree,” I reassured her. “Of course I agree. And that’s fine.”

She nodded, grabbing her pants and slipping them on over her thin legs, followed by slipping on her flats, leaving her shirt for last.

Fuck, she looked so hot in only jeans and a bra, and so ridiculously skinny, but I knew everyone had places to be, and I couldn’t afford making them late.

Frowning as I heard Gwen returning back down the hall, with Rebecca close behind, I decided I’d bring the big issue up. Thus, slipping back out of the room, I focused on the two women rounding the corner next to Miriam’s suite entrance.

“Umm, hey…” I started, only to stop when Mrs. Rebecca started looking me up and down like she was drinking it all in.

“Baby boy,” she cooed. “I’m never going to be able to leave the house with you standing there like that, looking so hot and steamy. Oh sweetie, you’re giving me whiplash.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle a little, knowing she was being overly dramatic, but also kind of serious too. “Umm, thanks,” I replied simply, only to say what I wanted to bring up. “So, you’re obviously a grown woman and can make your own decisions, but I think we are all a little worried about what happened yesterday coming back to bite us in the ass. Natalie is going to go with you and Serenity, so that she can hang out at my house all day, just to ensure she’s close by if something happens with Avery, but I’m a little worried about you.”

“Oh baby boy, that’s sweet of you.” She paused, reaching up to brush some of her thick curly red hair off her shoulders. “If you really feel that way, then I might be able to cancel on two of my clients, but I kind of need to be there for a closing. Which should only last maybe an hour or two this morning, and then I could come back here, if you want.”

I frowned as I considered that, feeling bad for even asking, but a little relieved that she was willing to compromise. “Yeah, that might be best, because I’d also like to share my blood with you, and if you come back soon enough, then you’ll probably be like me by this evening.”

Shockingly, Mrs. Rebecca’s emerald eyes started to glisten at that, her face visibly looking distraught. When she spoke, she sounded much more emotional than I was anticipating. “Sweetie, are you sure? That’s kind of a big decision. It’s alright if you want to think about it first, and--”

“Mrs. Rebecca,” I interrupted her, my tone reassuring. “I want you.”

She sniffled. “I…I want you too, sweetie.”

“And I want to share this with you, assuming you are alright with that.”

She swallowed, reaching up to wipe her emerald eyes. “I’m very alright with that, baby boy. I just want to make sure you’re alright with that.”

“Honestly, I think ever since Tuesday morning, when you explained how things were with your husband, I’ve been alright with it. Just haven’t had the time to actually do it, or even really talk about it.”

She nodded, sniffling once. “Alright, sweetie. Then…I guess I’ll have something to look forward to later today.”

“Yep,” I replied warmly.

She gave me a warm smile, her green eyes still looking misty, before beginning to walk over and wrap me up in her arms, squishing her huge tits against my bare chest, only to pull her head away just enough to plant a heavy kiss on my lips.

Oh fuck, suddenly my cock was stiffening up really fast.

But I knew Serenity at least would be running late if they didn’t get going soon. As much as I wanted to have some fun, that was the one thing I needed to avoid doing as much as possible for the next few days, unless I was recharging my magical energy for training, so that I could be as prepared as possible for this meeting with my biological father on Saturday.

Thankfully, Mrs. Rebecca pulled away entirely before our embrace turned any more intimate.

I cleared my throat, and focused on Natalie and Serenity, the two of them now standing in her doorway, looking ready to go. Everyone was dressed in what they’d worn the previous night, and they all intended on actually getting ready elsewhere, so there wasn’t much reason for them to stay here any longer.

Deciding to say my final goodbyes, I gave Serenity and Natalie one last hug, and then watched all of them walk down the hall with Gwen, opting to not do so myself since there was staff now in the house, and I didn’t particularly want to be seen naked by strangers.

Taking a deep breath, I was about to step into the room Gabriella was still sleeping in, just to give her a quick kiss before heading back to lay down with Miriam, but then unexpectedly felt that familiar ball of pleasure form in the pit of my stomach…coming from the room in question.

A little surprised, I cracked the door open more and peeked my head in, seeing that Gabriella was still in bed, but glancing in my direction. She was only partially covered up, as if Serenity had stolen most of the covers during the night, leaving her bare back and hot ass visible, clearly having slept in only her lacey bra and silk pink panties.

“Oh hey, good morning,” I said warmly. “Was that you just now?”

“Did it work?” she asked affectionately. “I was trying to call you in here without saying anything.”

I smirked at that, stepping into the room and closing the door behind me. “Yeah, it worked. I definitely felt something. Similar to what I feel from Miriam and your mom.”

“Good,” she replied, flipping more onto her back and reaching her arms out toward me as I moved closer and began climbing into bed. She then yawned as she pulled me into a hug, wrapping her legs around my hips. “I’m so tired. I’m not sure how the others are going to be able to function on so little sleep.”

“Yeah, I was thinking about going back to sleep myself.”

She sounded amused. “Figured as much. But do you want to ‘wear each other out’ a little before you go back to Miriam’s room?”

I grinned, deciding to answer her question by kissing her soft lips, lowering my hips a little to touch my cock against her silk-covered pussy.

“Mmmm,” she moaned into me, tilting her pelvis to press into me more, while tensing her legs at the same time. “You know, on Sunday night, I loved listening to you have sex with Serenity and Michelle in the recliner. And then on Tuesday, I loved hearing about that threesome with Avery and Natalie. Followed by that game you played with everyone, including my mom.” She groaned slightly again as she pressed into me. “Like damn, I bet she and Avery were so hot together…”

When she didn’t continue, kissing me again as she rubbed against my leaking cock, I finally prompted her.

“But?” I wondered, feeling like there was one coming.

She seemed surprised. “Oh, well, I guess I’m just hoping it can be my turn today. I know I’ve only missed out on certain stuff because I was at work, and that doesn’t bother me at all since it’s exactly what I was pushing for to begin with, but I was hoping that taking off work today would be well worth it.” She giggled. “That I might get to have a few of my own fun experiences too. Maybe help you recharge your magic a little here and there,” she added playfully. “And actually maybe pick up a few tricks myself while Miriam’s teaching you.”

I smirked, suspecting she meant that last part literally, in regard to learning magic, but not entirely sure. Giving her another kiss, I reached down between our legs and readjusted her pink silk underwear, my cock easily sliding between her swollen folds.

“Ohhh!” she half-exclaimed, half-moaned, her green eyes rolling back briefly. “Baby, you’re such a naughty boy!” she teased. “Here I’m the one who took your virginity, and now you’re the one making me tremble.”

I kissed her again as I eased my cock in and out of her wet pussy, only to begin easing my hands underneath her bare back and pulling her upward, even as I began to angle myself back more.

“Oh!” she exclaimed again, tensing her legs on my hips even more as I pulled her upright, so that she was sitting in my lap now. She then giggled, beginning to push up and down slightly as she thrust her tits more in my face. “I see what’s going on here. Making me do all the work, huh?”

Reaching back for her bra, I unhooked it, immediately grabbing one of her heavy warm tits in the front now that the cups were loose.

“Actually, I just really wanted to suck on your tits,” I admitted.

“Oh baby,” she cooed, loosening her embrace on my neck to slip her bra off her arms, and then pulling my face between her juicy tits. “Then please do, naughty boy. Mmmm,” she then moaned, bouncing a little more. “How about I make a deal with you? Obviously, if you cum in me, then I’m going to probably get there pretty fast. But if you can make me cum before you, then I’ll let you fuck my throat and cum in my mouth. Would you like that, baby?”

I responded by sucking a nipple in my mouth, causing her to tilt her head back and groan in pleasure, starting to bounce more on my thick shaft.

“Oh baby, I woke up so wet, I’m already about to get there. Oh shit, I’m already so close just thinking about your yummy cum. I can’t wait to -- AHHH!”

She mostly kept her scream under control as she got there, thrusting her hips toward me to grind her clit into my body as she prolonged the feeling, only to moan again as she wasted no time climbing off my cock and ducking down.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as she wrapped her lips around my soaking wet cock and thrust downward, beginning to gag herself on my leaking head.

I could tell that, rather than feeling satisfied from her orgasm, it just made her want more, and she was fervently slurping and bobbing on my cock now, grabbing my hips firmly in her grasp as she worked me up to my climax.

I didn’t warn her when I was about to get there, and she made a cute squeal as I pulsed my first load into her mouth, prompting her to begin swallowing audibly as I shot again and again. Until finally she pulled off, gasping for breath, clearly hot and bothered from the aphrodisiac effect of my cum, moaning loudly as she did a one-eighty on her knees and began backing up on my cock again.

Reaching out for her tits, I tensed my hips as I began sinking into her swollen pussy, pulling her back into me as she sat down backwards in my lap, her legs trembling now as I gently planted kisses on the back of her neck. Her back felt so warm against my chest, her skin so silky smooth against mine, her tits heavy and firm in my grasp.

Deciding to let go of one breast, I began sliding my hand down her toned belly until I got to her clit, beginning to tease her little pleasure button, while continuing to play with one tit and plant kisses on her neck and upper back.

“Oh baby,” she moaned, beginning to tense again as I rubbed her clit. “Oh baby!” she repeated louder, starting to twitch again as she leaned back into me. “Uhhhh!”

She got there again, her massive perky tits heaving as she gasped for breath, reclining right into me like a chair.

“Oh fuck, that was so wonderful. Oh shit, I don’t want to stop.”

Under other circumstances, I would have been fine with continuing, but I knew I was going to have to show some self-control for the next couple of days. And while I felt much more awake now, I didn’t want to be feeling drowsy later on when Miriam was actually trying to teach me magic.

However, I didn’t have to tell Gabriella all of that.

She knew.

“But I guess we should probably get some more sleep, huh?” she commented as if she’d read my mind.

“Unfortunately,” I agreed.

Twisting around in my arms, my busty fiancé gave me one last kiss on the cheek and then began leaning forward to slip off my cock.

“Love you handsome,” she said warmly. “Don’t let me sleep through magic lessons, okay?”

I smirked. “Of course,” I replied, climbing back over her as she laid down to plant a kiss on her forehead. “Sleep well.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned, wrapping the blankets more tightly around her shoulders. “You too, baby. Sleep well.”

When I got back to Miriam’s bedroom, she was still sound asleep where I’d left her, so I simply eased myself back underneath her relaxed wing and carefully scooted up next to her again. She didn’t appear to rouse at all, but her wing did tense slightly around me, again giving me that sensation of a hug.

Like when I woke up, it sincerely warmed my heart.

Placing my arm around her head, so that her face was against my ribs again, her head almost in my armpit, I carefully rested my forearm along her back between her wings, my hand falling on her soft middle back, giving her my own makeshift hug.

Taking a deep breath, I focused up at the crimson canopy again, feeling extremely satisfied as I closed my eyes for the third time and slowly let my mind wander off to sleep.

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