Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 73

February 6, 2022

PLOT ROADMAP: So the things I plan on covering in the upcoming chapters include:

1) Time with Gwen (this chapter -- very hot), 2) Kai leaving and talking with Rebecca (next chapter), and then 3) I will soon be bringing back Avery and Michelle ('someone' didn't end up going to school like she was supposed to, lol).

I also plan on getting in a chapter from Miriam's perspective sometime soon, but we are just about done with this 'Being at Miriam's mansion' arc of the story, which means the focus is going to shift more to Natalie, Avery, Michelle, Rebecca, Serenity, and Gabriella (basically everyone except Miriam, Gwen, and Rosa).

You can be looking forward to some steamy chapters coming up once Avery and Michelle come back into the story. 

I have some fun ideas. 

And Kai will finally get to class again, with an emphasize on his new relationship with Avery (that's the plan).

ARTWORK: A couple of pictures of Serenity are posted now (Latex Police Girl Outfit and then one of her Devil form). The Gabriella in Silver Bikini picture is now available to the Demigod tier. The artist is working on Gwen right now.

<< Chapter 72 | Ch 1 (Book1) | Ch 16 (Book 2) | Ch 31 (Book 3) | Ch 46 (Book 4) | Ch 61 (Book 5)

- CHAPTER 73: Breakfast -

As I sat up on the edge of the silk-covered bed in the basement room designated for Gwen, I tried to collect my thoughts and fully wake up while listening to Natalie softly breathe behind me. It was strange, because it felt like I was remembering a foggy dream I’d just woken up from, but in reality that ‘dream’ was the little details of all the noises I’d been paying attention to all night.

Truly, it almost felt like I’d never actually fallen asleep, even though I knew I was unconscious.

Although…

The part about Avery had to be a dream.

She obviously wasn’t with us right now, both her and Michelle having stayed over at their own house for the night, so the sensation that she’d been in bed with me and Natalie obviously wasn’t real. However, despite having definitely been asleep, I felt like I needed another five hours, having only woken up because I apparently heard something that finally caught my attention.

Specifically, I’d started waking up when I realized Mrs. Rebecca and Miriam were talking about me, and then I really woke up when the busty redhead made a comment indicating that she already knew I’d changed Gabriella.

But that was fine. After listening, I assumed that Miriam must have tipped her off on a phone call, giving her enough information for her to figure out the rest on her own. Either that, or I missed a whispered conversation that might have occurred when she first arrived.

Hard to say.

But I was far from well-rested at this point.

I’d already been kind of sleep deprived before, and then I had that huge fight with all those werewolves on top of everything else, never mind all the times I’d had sex with Miriam the previous evening. So yeah, the four or five hours that I’d been asleep wasn’t going to cut it long-term.

But, I could manage to stay awake for a while at least.

I supposed I might go ahead and ask Mrs. Rebecca if she could drive me home…

And I guess Natalie too, since she’d indicated she wanted to come with me. Probably best to keep her close by anyway, just to ensure nothing strange happened with her body in a few hours. I assumed that she was good now, her transformation complete, her curse broken, but if there was going to be a problem then it would definitely be most ideal for her to be near me.

However…

Glancing over my shoulder, I focused on Natalie’s unconscious form, realizing she was pretty wiped too. And not thirsty for blood, surprisingly. In our bond, much like I could determine the needs of my own hand, I could sense that her body had everything it required right now, having no wants other than the desire to sleep. She didn’t need to eat, drink, or even use the bathroom.

She only needed sleep.

Made sense, considering she’d actually fallen asleep in the car the previous day when we first visited Miriam and Gwen in that field, likewise seeming kind of sleep deprived. Add that on top of such an eventful night, and I suspected we could both pass out for half a day before we started feeling more normal again.

Listening to the other noises in the house, I noted that it sounded as if Gwen was in the kitchen, mentioning something softly to Rosa, though I couldn’t quite make it out what she said.

With Miriam and Rebecca’s conversation, they’d been speaking at normal volume, so I managed to hear even though they were on the second floor. But if they’d chosen to have their conversation in hushed whispers then I might not have been able to make it out.

Deciding to stand up and stretch, I was a little surprised when it sounded like Gwen was heading down the first floor hallway, and then even more surprised when she started heading down the basement stairs, a tray gently rattling as she walked, her hooves clacking against the wood-covered concrete stairs.

Did she realize I was awake?

I supposed it was possible, since not only did I have an awareness of her general location, but I also now kind of sensed the fact that she was obviously conscious. Never mind the fact that she could basically read minds, to an extent, although I had no idea what her range was. But the overall sensation was somewhat similar to what I experienced with Natalie, except that the werewolf bond was so much stronger.

But that just made me wonder if I could form this type of strong bond with anyone.

After all, for all I knew, the bond that I now shared with Natalie might not be because she’d been a werewolf.

Instead, it might have more to do with there being in inherent power to how I’d dominated her in bed…

But then, might that mean I could develop a stronger bond with the others too? And did the development of that bond necessarily need to be dominating, or could other things strengthen it? Truly, I had no idea, but I figured it might be worth trying out, to see if I could strengthen my awareness of the others.

Opening the door, and removing the temporary barrier around the room, I stepped out into the concrete hall to find that Gwen had changed into her maid outfit at some point in time, a content smile touching her purple lips as she walked, her hooves clacking on the concrete like she was wearing high heels, the black fur on her legs looking like silk stockings, seeing that she was carrying a tray of food.

Specifically, a stack of five pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries on top, a glass syrup dispenser next to the fancy plate, along with what appeared to be a bowl of cream of wheat with cinnamon and brown sugar sprinkled on top. Then, there were two glasses, one of milk and the other of orange juice.

“Good morning, master,” the sexy devil maid replied affectionately, her slitted crimson eyes endearing. “I had hope that you might be interested in breakfast in bed.”

I couldn’t help but be touched by the gesture, but I also found myself quickly distracted by her overall sexiness, having almost forgotten how fucking hot she looked in her silk maid outfit, the chest portion going so low that her modest B-cup breasts looked like they would spill out, her massive nipples barely hidden.

I tried to clear my throat, speaking bluntly without thinking. “Umm, if you mean breakfast in bed while I fuck you, then yeah. I definitely want to dive into those pancakes while I dive into your pussy.”

Her face flushed.

I quickly backtracked. “Sorry, that was way more vulgar than I was intending. I absolutely love it that you made me breakfast, and I would love to share it with you. Or to at least share in your company and talk while I eat.”

Her crimson eyes widened, seeming surprised. “You may fuck me, master. I didn’t think you were vulgar at all. I like that you want my body. I like that I’m appealing to you. I love that you want to know me and explore me. Thank you for speaking to me in the manner that you do.”

I scratched the back of my head. “Umm, you’re welcome? So then, should we move into the room? Or go out into the living area?”

The main basement we were in was furnished much like the average basement, feeling like a massive living room with a couple of sectional couches and low tables in the main area, the hardwood floors matching the rest of the house. Alternatively, the room Natalie and I’d slept in didn’t really have a place to set a tray, aside from the bed that Natalie was currently sleeping on, and I didn’t want to spill anything.

Gwen nodded, seemingly at my thoughts, angling herself away from me. “Follow me, master. If you want, you can eat your fill while I service you.”

Holy shit!

I went from ‘not really horny’ to ‘hard as a rock’ in a matter of seconds.

Could we really do that? I mean, there was no reason why not, right? Like, it sounded like she actually wanted to suck on my cock while I ate, and suddenly I realized I wanted that too.

Shit, that sounded like heaven!

She made an amused noise in her throat, her furry black tail noticeably swaying now behind her. “Your cum is tasty, master. Of course I want to suck on your cock.”

Shit!

I tried to swallow the sudden lump in my throat as I followed her past the stairs and to the rest of the room, realizing she had her gold and sapphire butt plug in again when she bent over much further than she needed to in order to set the tray down on the glass table, her tail raising up high, revealing enough of her ass for me to see the icy blue jewel between her muscular fluffy cheeks.

Oh fuck.

This was literally the best wakeup call ever!

“Master,” she said as she stood straight again. “Please remove your shorts and have a seat. Just focus on eating the breakfast I made for you, and I’ll focus on making you feel good.”

Of course, at this point all I was wearing was my gym shorts, so removing them resulted in me being naked. Not that I minded at all, but if someone came downstairs then there would be no doubts about what was going on. Not that it would be a big deal if Miriam or Rebecca saw, but Natalie might be a bit flustered if she woke up and came down the hall, never mind the fact that there was a blonde vamp running around somewhere who would definitely be shocked.

Oh well.

I did as the sexy devil maid asked and had a seat on the black leather couch, reaching out to scoot the tray a little closer as she got one furry knee on the couch and leaned over me to begin planting tender kisses on my shoulder and upper back.

My body was definitely flushed gray now, my hair stark white, my eyes black and gold.

Part of me didn’t want to ignore her, especially when she started planting kisses on my neck, but the moment I turned my head toward her, she gently scolded me.

“Please eat, master.”

I gulped as I finally leaned forward a little to begin pouring the syrup over the pancakes, my gray hand trembling slightly, and grabbed the fork and butter knife to start cutting out a piece. In the meantime, Gwen moved more on to the couch behind me, her soft hands gently gliding against my chest, her massive nipples covered in silk hard against my back, all while she continued to plant kisses with her soft purple lips, definitely seeming to enjoy herself.

It was more than that, I could feel a ‘want’ coming from her.

A ‘need.’

She had a deep desire to show me affection, causing me to realize this wasn’t just for me. It was truly what she wanted too. By no means was she sacrificing anything right now. If anything, she’d made me breakfast specifically in hopes that she might be able to explore my body as a reward for her service in preparing it for me.

Shit, this was actually a reward for her, and she was loving every second.

She took her time touching my chest and stomach, continuing to feel me up and down as she slowly sat behind me with her furry thighs on either side of me, spreading her legs more and hiking up her skirt to press her furry pussy against my lower back.

I could finally feel her swollen lips when she gently shimmied back and forth a little to scoot even more firmly against me, resuming her kisses on my upper back while grabbing my chest firmly in both hands to feel my muscles. When she unexpectedly moaned, shifting her weight slightly, I realized she was sitting right on her butt plug, pressure being put on her asshole while she gently grinded into my back.

I did my best to focus on not dripping syrup as I took another bite, my cock beginning to hurt it was so hard as her intense warmth seeped into me even despite the magical plug keeping her temperature mostly under control. Shit, I felt like I was in an oven right now, and I was loving every second of it.

Her body felt amazing against mine.

Gwen continued to moan and whimper as her grinding became more intense, her passion escalating as she rubbed her face into my back while basically humping me, the couch beginning to creak as she thrust down on her butt plug over and over again.

Her body began to tense then, her thighs squeezing tightly into mine, forcing my gray legs closed, my dark cock still standing at attention and leaking profusely, only for her to begin slowing down on the grinding. However, oddly enough, I could sense that she hadn’t climaxed, instead having just gotten really close and then carefully beginning to edge away before the peak.

She was still super horny though, hanging pretty close to getting there, to the point that it probably wouldn’t take much more stimulation for her to get there.

But instead, she simply remained at that point, passion flowing out of her as she provided herself just enough stimulation to almost cum, over and over again.

“M-Master,” she finally whispered, her voice sounding overwhelmed with lust. “Please feed on my energy.”

My eyes widened in surprise, realizing this wasn’t just about her enjoying herself after all, even though I was perfectly fine with that. No, on the contrary, she was trying to feed me in another way too. More than just food, she was trying to give me the type of sustenance that someone like me specifically needed.

Gwen was trying to take care of all my needs.

All of them.

And I realized I actually was hungry for more than food. I hadn’t notice before but that pool of energy, the kind I didn’t view as disposable, but instead perceived as necessary to sustain myself, was actually less than it had been prior to falling asleep. Shit, of course it would be less, just like the food I ate didn’t sustain me forever.

Eventually, I had to eat again.

And just like Miriam, who claimed she had to fuck every other day at minimum to remain healthy, I realized I too needed another’s passion to refill my slowly draining tanks of sexual energy.

Damn.

“Gwen,” I whispered, setting my fork down, my meal half-eaten, and resting my hands on her heated forearms. “I love you so much. Please cum for me, and then suck on my cock.”

She gasped at my words, her passion surging even more, a loud unrestrained moan escaping out of her mouth as she began grinding against me again at full throttle, her powerful thighs continuing to clamp my legs shut as she began rocking her pussy roughly into me, only to thrust down on her butt plug in repeated succession.

Her moan grew even louder, to the point it was obvious she was completely lost in the moment, the world around us vanishing as she was enveloped in an overwhelming surge of desire.

“M-Master!” she screamed as she jerked forward into me, her arms wrapping tightly around my torso as her pussy squirted against my lower back, her hips beginning to thrust uncontrollably as her climax continued. “UHHHHHH!” she exclaimed.

My own cock was throbbing now, actively leaking precum with each pulse, prompting her to reach down and grab the head tightly in her grasp, the sensation almost enough to make me shoot my load. However, she released then and began sitting back as she pulled her own hand back behind me, holding it up to her face.

I turned my head enough to watch her begin licking my precum off her palm and fingers, her crimson eyes rolling into the back of her head as she did so, beginning to moan as her shockingly long tongue worked between her fingers.

Curious about it, this not being the first time I’d noticed that her tongue was longer than normal, I decided to bring it up.

“How long is your tongue?” I wondered casually.

She moaned again, giving her palm one last lick, before responding. Her tone became a little hesitant though. “Do you want to see, master? It might disturb you.”

I shook my head. “No, I think it’s hot.”

Her purple lips tugged into a small smile, but she still seemed uncertain. “The portion I can stick out of my mouth is a little over six inches. In total, my tongue is over eight inches long, if you count the part inside.”

At first, I wasn’t too surprised by that, figuring it was something similar to those measurements, but then she stuck her tongue out…

And reached all the way up to her forehead, the tip tapping almost at her hairline.

Holy fuck!

“Holy shit, that’s long!” I said out loud, completely dumbfounded to see her tongue literally hiding her nose as it reached to the top of her forehead. “How does it all fit in your mouth?”

She seemed amused at my reaction. “How does a man’s cock stay so small when they aren’t using it?” she mused. “Just like your own tongue, mine is shorter when it’s relaxed, but can extend quite a bit when it’s tensed. My tongue would probably be perceived as ‘meatier’ than the average tongue, but there’s nothing really unusual about it.”

“And you were born that way?” I assumed.

She nodded. “Many types of demons have long tongues. At least, compared to humans. And certain types of cursed creatures do too. As a vampire, no doubt that Rosa’s tongue is longer than usual, or can at least grow when she’s hungry. And my mistress has a tongue measuring about four inches from her mouth. She can easily touch her nose with it.”

Damn, I was pretty sure I couldn’t touch my nose with mine, not that I necessarily wanted a longer tongue. Although, that got me wondering.

“And what do you do with your long tongue?” I asked.

Of course, I realized that was probably a dumb question, just like someone asking me what I do with my shorter tongue, but she understood from my thoughts what I meant.

Again, she sounded amused. “Yes, master. I’ve used it many times to fuck my mistress. If I strain, then it grows thicker. She enjoys having my tongue in her pussy, and I enjoy it as well. I love her taste. And she sometimes asks me to sleep between her legs, my tongue shoved up her pussy all night.”

Holy fuck, if I wasn’t already about to explode, then that would have put me right on the edge.

Instead, I was throbbing intensely again, even more precum leaking down my cock.

My balls were practically covered in it now.

“I apologize, master,” she unexpectedly said, beginning to ease herself more away from me in preparation to get up. “Please forgive me for making you wait. I hope you enjoyed your meal, and I hope you continue to enjoy dessert.”

I wasn’t done eating the pancakes yet, but I knew what she meant. The passion I just absorbed was the main course, and the blowjob was the icing on the cake.

Damn, she’d brought only a single dish, not counting the bowl of cream of wheat, but in reality this was like a five-course meal, just with only a portion of it being actual food.

Figuring she’d want me to continue eating, I raised my arms briefly as Gwen knelt on my left side, only to lower my left hand to her exposed upper back as she began licking my cock, her long tongue going all the way down to my balls and then sliding back up my shaft repeatedly.

Oh fuck.

In the meantime, I attempted to get another bite of pancake on my fork, my hand trembling slightly as I aimed it for my mouth and then began chewing, all while her tongue encouraged even more precum to leak.

Shit, I was going to pop the moment she engulfed me.

Gwen made an amused noise in her throat, seemingly at my thoughts, only to suck in a deep breath as she abruptly leaned down.

Suddenly, my entire shaft was buried in her mouth, the head abruptly squeezed in the back of her throat, her intense warmth enveloping my entire cock as she began swallowing me, squeezing the head even more.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, instantly shooting my load directly into her throat, prompting her to gulp loudly over and over again as fast as she could, trying to swallow each shot the moment it was released. But it was coming out too fast, and she finally pulled up a little to collect the last few shots in her mouth, before swallowing noisily and thrusting down again.

She was moaning now, loudly, her furry thighs beginning to squirm, her naked bubbly ass beginning to look flushed, her silky skirt pulled up high enough to see the jewel still visible from this angle.

It was obvious that my cum was stirring up her passion again.

And my head was swimming from the overwhelming release, causing me to lean back into the cushions, reclining quite a bit due to me being on the edge of my seat to begin with.

It took me a second to realize that Gwen was now deepthroating me to the point that I could see a bulge in her neck. Her face looked overwhelmed with lust and passion, the act almost appearing like an uncontrollable reaction to the surge of passion that was beginning to hit her from swallowing my cum.

Her face was beginning to turn bright red before she finally came up for air, only to thrust down a second time and suffocate herself all over again.

Fuck, she was so ridiculously hot.

Watching her willingly suffocate herself on my cock, an almost desperation in her expression, was so ridiculously hot.

Finally, she pulled off all the way, only to stand and turn away while lifting a hoof over my legs to straddle me. I barely had time to try to sit up again, focusing on her half uncovered ass, from the silk skirt riding up a little, as she lowered her snatch and began sinking right down on my cock in reverse cowgirl style.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped as I sat up all the way to wrap my arms around her thin waist, holding onto her desperately as she fully impaled herself on my shaft.

We were both swimming in ecstasy again, her in the perfect position to begin riding me in reverse cowgirl. However, much to my surprise, she leaned forward and grabbed my fork, only to get a bit of pancake ready and carefully bring it back up to her shoulder, holding it like she was trying to get me to take a bite.

“Hurry, master. Before the syrup drips.”

I leaned forward and accepted the bite, resting my chin on her silk covered shoulder as I began chewing, breathing heavily through my nose while she prepared another bite. Fuck, she was feeding me right now, and it was amazing!

“Yes master,” she mused. “Feel free to play with my tits while I feed you.”

My hands went right for them without hesitation, causing her to moan as I squeeze them both firmly, only to tug down the top the rest of the way so I could grab her huge, grape-sized nipples. Out of all my women, Mrs. Rebecca and Gabriella had the largest tits, with both Michelle and Avery close behind, all of them being massive, but in terms of nipple size the range was quite different.

Having sucked on Michelle’s nipples while we fucked in the recliner, I knew that she was tied with Rebecca in terms of overall size, with my blonde MILF’s tits only being a little smaller than the busty redhead MILF. And then, my other women were all roughly the same size, or rather a more normal size, even including Miriam despite her smaller tits.

But Gwen’s nipples were an entirely different experience.

Her tits were the third smallest if I counted Natalie, even if they were still quite juicy and plump, but it was like her nipples were out of this world. I’d never imagined that I might experience the pleasure of pinching such massive mounds, being confident it was pleasurable for her when she moaned from the stimulation.

“M-Master,” she finally gasped, her hand trembling as she held the fork. “You’re going to make me cum again. Please allow me to feed you the rest of your breakfast first.”

I gave her mounds one last squeeze, and then resumed grabbing her tits fully, squeezing tightly as she managed to get another bite up to my mouth, my chin still on her shoulder. Tilting my head slightly, I decided to multitask and begin kissing her slim neck tenderly while I chewed, sucking on her neck briefly after I swallowed, before accepting another bite and doing it all over again.

It wasn’t until she was holding up the last bite of pancake that she began incrementally pushing herself up on my shaft, her heated pussy throbbing against me every time my own cock pulsed in pleasure. She then set the fork down and reached back to run her fingers through my white hair, sliding her upper back against my chest to the side so that she could turn her head to kiss me.

Our lips urgently met, her tongue thrusting into my mouth in search of mine, reaching almost to my throat like she’d done before when I kissed her while Miriam was having her help me feel good in the East Drawing Room on the white leather couch, in order to fill up opals with my energy.

Of course, now I realized just how much she was holding back with her tongue, considering I’d seen her touch her own forehead with it, with her probably assuming that I wouldn’t like her tongue sneaking into my throat. Honestly, I had no idea if I’d like that or not, but was fine with just kissing for now. We’d have plenty of time in the future to experiment with stuff.

And right now, what felt the best was having her really begin riding my cock in reverse cowgirl position, her thick muscular thighs tensing as she began bouncing quicker. I held onto her shapely tits firmly as she did most of the work, knowing those skull crushing thighs were more than capable of handling all the effort.

Really, I felt like I was just along for the ride, loving how passionate she was becoming all over again as her uncontrolled moans began growing louder and louder. To the point that she had to break our kiss as she became more lost in ecstasy.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh,” she repeated over and over. “Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, UH, UH, UH, UH!”

I kissed the back of her neck when I felt her getting closer.

“M-Master!” she moaned. “Oh master! UHHHH!”

The moment she squirted against my gray cock and upper thighs, I wrapped my arms more tightly around her thin waist and used a little bit of the passion I’d been absorbing to stimulate my own climax, beginning to thrust into her on my own, with her relaxing her legs as I took control.

“Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,” she moaned as I fucked her snatch, her eyes still closed as she swam in the pleasure of her own orgasm.

I thrust one final time roughly when I hit my peak, squeezing her almost too tight as I exploded in her snatch, my entire body tensing as my cum pulsed into her over and over.

“Oh master,” she whimpered, her entire body flushing all over again. “You make me feel so good.”

I sighed heavily and held onto her tightly as I shifted my weight back a little, my bare ass sticking to the leather briefly from the slight sweat I’d worked up, before leaning against the cushions while pulling her back with me.

Damn, this was perfect.

I felt so relaxed right now, and most importantly felt satiated.

She’d fed me.

She’d fed me an amazing breakfast, though I still had a few things to dig into, but she’d also fed me in probably the most important way possible. With her passion. As an incubus, I truly had a need for sex now, and she’d ensured I was well taken care of before I left for the day.

Best maid ever.

“I…I love you master,” she whispered leaning her head against my mouth due to her being as tall as me, my lips now on her temple, my nose just barely touching the edge of her horn.

I reached up to run my fingers through her pitch-black hair between her horns, before grabbing one of them as I responded.

“I love you so much,” I replied. “You made me really happy. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“With pleasure, master,” she said sincerely, taking a deep breath. She then sighed. “I’m going to miss you, but I hope you have a nice day.”

I grimaced at that, turning my head away so that hers was now resting against my cheek, my cock still buried deep inside of her. I suspected that she wanted me to stay, but I felt like it was important for me to leave. I mean, it wasn’t like I was going forever, only for the day so I could rest. But I still had almost a month of classes to get through, and I knew I might just never go back if I stayed at the mansion.

No doubt it wouldn’t be difficult to find an excuse every day.

It was the same reason why Serenity and Gabriella both went to work though, the two of them being well aware that maintaining some level of normalcy for the next few weeks was very important. And if the threat Miriam theorized might really exist, then maintaining that normalcy for even longer might be necessary.

Granted, I was about to have my final summer break, and there was no reason why I was required to get a job or go to college, even before all this other stuff happened. Thus, I could probably spend a lot of time with Miriam, both romantically as well as in an educational capacity, learning everything she had to teach me to help me be prepared for whatever might come our way.

However, for today in particular, I knew I had to go to class tomorrow, and I also knew I was still exhausted and needed to get some real rest. Something that might be very difficult if I stayed here all day.

Gwen spoke up, interrupting my thoughts. “Master, it was not my intention to make you feel guilty for leaving. I was only expressing my longing for you.”

I cleared my throat. “You’re fine. I’m going to miss you too. A lot. But I do need to leave.”

“I understand, master.” She took another deep breath, only to sit up on my lap, still impaled. “I must clean myself to avoid making a mess, and then I will return to collect the tray. Please enjoy the rest of your meal while I’m away.”

I nodded, watching as she gave me a small smile, her purple lips tugged to the side, only to reach her hand down between her thighs as she slowly eased herself off my still semi-hard cock, covering her pussy to prevent too much leakage while she moved to head back up the stairs.

I supposed they must not have a bathroom down here, although they appeared to have so many other bathrooms all over the house, that it wasn’t like they were really lacking.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my shorts and slipped them back on, only to down the glass of milk, followed by half the glass of orange juice. I then went ahead and quickly ate the cream of wheat, followed by scooping off the remnants of syrup and whipped cream.

It was as I was beginning to drink the rest of the orange juice that I heard a couple sets of footsteps begin to come down one of the twin staircases, before finally beginning to make their way over to the basement steps.

It was Miriam and Rebecca, the two of them coming down to see me, apparently now that Gwen was done.

And damn, without even trying, they both looked so ridiculously sexy.

But I knew more sex wasn’t on the menu.

No, it was time to offer to give back what wasn’t mine.

And to say my goodbyes.

For now.

FEEDBACK: I laid out the general plan at the top of this chapter. Any thoughts, comments, suggestions?

Did you think this chapter was hot?

I think Gwen is super hot.

Chapter 74 >>

LIST OF STORIES >>