Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 63

November 7, 2021

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- CHAPTER 63: Imp -

I was a bit torn in how I felt like the evening at Miriam’s mansion was going so far. On the one hand, I was doing a really bad job of hanging out with everyone else, considering every time I slipped off with the short redhead succubus for a legitimate purpose, we ended up fucking for several hours. But, on the other hand, I supposed Serenity and Gabriella both kind of expected it to happen when we visited.

Like, we arrived with the expectation that I was likely going to spend time alone with both Miriam and Gwen at some point during the evening. Problem was, after initially socializing with Miriam and sharing my big secret -- that I could turn other people into creatures like me -- I’d pretty much spent the ensuing four hours solely with her.

We did technically sit with everyone in the dining hall while waiting for dinner to be ready, but in my eagerness to find out the results of the blood smear experiments, we ended up going at it again, leading to an entire escapade of fucking.

This most recent time we fucked, it was in the shower, with us having the well-intentioned goal of rinsing off after we fucked in her underground laboratory again, only to play a short game of cat and mouse, where we fucked in the stairwell just prior to reaching the second floor, and then fucked again in her massive bedroom when I tried to help undress her to take a shower, only to go at it for the fourth time, as if we were starving for more.

To be fair, we kind of were starving for more.

She was literally awakening my lust to its full extent, and I just couldn’t get enough of her cute sexy body.

However, technically it was very similar to when I fucked Serenity in the recliner back home for the entire length of a full movie, only to do the same with Michelle, overall passionately fucking for nearly three hours straight with two different women.

Except, in Miriam’s case, she had such an erotic presence that it was difficult to feel satisfied for very long even after multiple mind-blowing orgasms.

To be clear, she was very satisfying, but she could get me worked up again so easily, to the point that I was sure everyone had long since finished eating by the time we were dried off and getting ready to head back down to the first floor.

And I still had to keep my promise to fuck Gwen!

Dammit, not how I expected the evening to go.

At the very least, I didn’t want Serenity and Gabriella to feel jealous that I was spending so much time with everyone else, unsure if asking them to join might help...or just cause problems. Because while I at least seemed to have some capacity to resist becoming fully addicted to Miriam, I wasn’t sure if that applied to Serenity, even if she was technically like me now. Really hard to say, especially with the little revelation Miriam pulled out of her earlier, about wanting us both to be over her in a master and servant relationship.

Made me wonder if transforming her had some degree of a negative impact on who she was as an individual, or if she’d just kept those types of desires hidden while essentially raising me. At the very least, I suspected she would have avoided disclosing a craving like that without Miriam’s encouragement.

However, my overall worries were eased when we did finally rejoin the other four women, discovering they’d waited in the dining hall to continue socializing, with Gwen entertaining them with embarrassing stories of her mistress, much to the short succubus’ chagrin.

But I quickly found out that, apparently, they’d taken bets the moment we left, trying to predict what time we’d be back.

That, at least, made me feel a little better, especially since Natalie was the most optimistic with thinking we’d be back within thirty minutes, whereas Gabriella, Serenity, and Gwen all guessed for various times starting after an hour and a half.

In the end, Gwen won, guessing that her mistress would bring me back by around the two-hour mark.

And here, Natalie thought she’d win by default, since she couldn’t imagine we’d be gone even for an hour. She’d also apparently grown much more comfortable with the others in the last two hours, because she made the most brash and crude statement I’d heard thus far.

“Oh come on!” she exclaimed, to my complete surprise. “No way you guys fucked for two hours!”

Even Miriam was a little surprised, but recovered the quickest. “Well,” she said in an innocent tone. “We actually overheard your little bet, and I couldn’t cheat my poor little Gwen out of a win. She can be very competitive.”

Serenity laughed. “Yeah, well looks like Natalie has a bit of a competitive side too.”

“Damn straight,” the blue-haired chick scoffed. “I don’t like to lose. What were you two even doing, playing ‘Go fish?’”

Miriam giggled, while I was left scratching my head, having no idea if that was supposed to be a euphemism or not. “More like, ‘playing doctor,’” Miriam teased, flaring out her wings. “He was very curious in the shower.”

I shrugged, glancing at Gabriella and Serenity, who were both giving me questioning looks. “Never had to wash my wings,” I said simply.

Natalie’s light brown eyes widened in sincere surprise. “The fuck? You can seriously grow wings?”

It took me a second to realize I’d never shown her that, since I hadn’t grown them out when I grew bigger. I just shrugged again. “Yeah.”

Gwen spoke up, reaching over next to her to slide a small dish. “Mistress, I saved you dessert.”

Miriam focused on it, only to look a little touched emotionally. “She made me Blueberry Cheese Danish? Oh bless her heart. I’m sure she was a little sad to leave without getting to see my reaction. I’ll have to be sure to thank her tomorrow.”

“I reassured her that you’d love it,” Gwen replied.

Gabriella spoke up. “Wait, if you like it so much, then how come you don’t have her make it more often?”

Miriam gave her a small smile. “Well, I don’t eat a ton of food anyway, since I technically don’t have to eat. Usually only one meal per day, often dinner. And I rarely have dessert. My chef, Emma, knows I only have it on rare special occasions, and she accurately guessed this was a special occasion for me.”

Natalie chimed in, really seeming to have gotten comfortable. “Because you knew you’d be fucking him all evening?”

Miriam scoffed, her expression and tone playful. “How rude. Kai is more to me than a fuck toy.” She then grinned with a giggle, looking up at me affectionately. “But yes, he sure has made this evening quite special.” She then almost glared at Natalie pointedly, her aura still playful. “You’re just jealous.”

Natalie abruptly scoffed, turning her head away and crossing her arms.

My eyes widened in shock.

Oh shit, was she jealous?

No.

No way.

Why would she be?

Gabriella chimed right in, being overly dramatic with her pout. “I’m a little jealous. Kai you better give me a lot of attention once we get back home.”

“Yeah, me too,” Serenity agreed, playing right along -- at least with her, I knew when she was teasing me.

“Or,” Miriam said playfully. “You can both just join in our fun next time. I’m okay with sharing, and really love playing Twister.”

Gabriella, Serenity, and Natalie all immediately flushed in obvious embarrassment.

Miriam only giggled, stretching her midnight wings out briefly as she finally left my side to sit down and eat her dessert. I took her lead and headed around the other side of the table to sit next to Natalie, since she’d slid over in the last two hours and taken my seat next to Serenity.

In response to me sitting down, Serenity scooted a small dish over to me, similarly having a piece of dessert on it, which Natalie proceeded to scoot the rest of the way, avoiding my gaze entirely.

“Thanks,” I said simply.

“Welcome,” Serenity replied warmly.

Natalie only grunted in acknowledgment, clearing her throat and shifting her weight like she was uncomfortable now.

Ignoring the reaction, I grabbed the spoon and took my first bite.

Damn, I needed to eat Blueberry Cheese Danish more often, because it was amazing. In particular, I realized that the ‘cheese’ part actually meant cream cheese, and it was obvious it had been cooked in an oven at some point, though it was still pretty cold now like it had come straight out of a fridge.

“Yummy?” Miriam wondered from across the table, grinning at me with a bit on her spoon.

“Not as yummy as you, but yeah it’s pretty good.”

Natalie groaned, rolling her eyes.

“Okay seriously,” Serenity chimed in. “Are you guys going to share the results of the blood test thing?”

“Oh,” Miriam said in surprise, only to give both her and Gabriella an apologetic look. “Sorry, forgot all about that.” She then frowned, as she glanced at Natalie. “I should probably double-check again, but short story is that the werewolf curse might not hurt me.”

“What about me?” Gwen whispered.

Miriam turned her head to focus up on her. “Unfortunately, it seems it would affect you.” She focused on me and Natalie, her tone becoming more cheerful. “But, it also seems that Kai’s blood does eliminate the curse, which implies that anyone with his blood will similarly be immune.”

Gabriella and Serenity exchanged a glance, while Natalie just looked straight down at her folded hands in her lap.

Natalie spoke up after a second, her voice quiet like she was only speaking to me. “So, you can really help me then,” she almost whispered.

Miriam continued. “But not before he becomes your alpha.”

Natalie looked up at her in surprise, only to focus on me and back on her. “W-Why not?” she wondered.

Miriam shrugged. “Because, Kai made it very clear that he doesn’t want to share his blood with just anyone, and I fully agree. He can’t give it away as a charity, because the last thing we need is ‘powerful beings’ running around unchecked.” She shrugged again. “Besides, while I feel confident that his blood will remove your curse, we can’t be sure that implies you will become normal, or that it will be painless to have the curse eliminated from your body. He needs to already be your alpha to ensure you can be controlled in the event you have an adverse reaction to the change.”

Serenity spoke up. “With us, we all just got really tired and passed out for a few hours.”

Miriam nodded. “And that might happen to her as well, but you also weren’t cursed. For all we know, she might transform in response to his blood and run wild, even though it’s not the full moon yet, killing everything in sight -- at least until his blood has time to have its effect.”

“Fuck,” Natalie whispered, her expression pained as she crossed her arms in a self-hug.

“Worried about it hurting?” I assumed quietly.

Surprisingly, she only nodded in response as she stared at her lap, her legs almost fully exposed due to the shortness of the sheer black dress and leather jacket, her expression seeming vulnerable. Which I could understand. Even if she’d remained strong despite her situation, it was obvious that the agony of transforming was itself a torment that threatened to defeat her every time -- to break her resolve to ‘persist’ and leave her as a broken empty soul.

Miriam spoke up again. “Gwen, what time is it?”

“Half past the first hour to the last of fourths.”

“Huh?” the rest of us all said in sync.

Miriam simply nodded. “I think I’ll allow you some time with Kai, and then we’ll make the preparations for that spell.”

“Thank you, mistress,” Gwen said with surprising appreciation, sounding almost as if she was desperate to spend time with me.

“Wait,” Gabriella chimed in, looking at her phone. “It’s about 8:30 -- was that what she just said?”

Miriam focused on her. “Inferno imps have a constant awareness of the sun at all times, and can meticulously sense the passage of time. She normally reverts to her old way of telling time, if I ask her when she doesn’t have immediate access to a clock.”

When it was clear we were all still confused, Gwen spoke up.

“This language is not my first. I can barely speak the language I was born into, due to disuse, but it still affects how I think. My people divided the day into six sections, and further by fourths, so there’s the first of fourths, the first four hours of the day, the second of fourths, the second four hours of the day, and so on. I’ve adapted to the concept of twenty-four hours in a day, since it’s not unlike what I grew up with, but I still perceive the day in chunks.”

“Weird,” Gabriella commented.

Miriam shook her head. “Not weird. Just different. Not every human culture measures time the same. For example, in Thailand, they have six-hour clocks instead of twelve-hour clocks. And in India, they traditionally divide the day into eight sections, called pahar. And actually, the method of time I was born into was quite different too.”

“Sorry,” Gabriella said apologetically. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way. Different is what I meant, when I said weird.”

Miriam simply nodded, not seeming offended at all, but definitely quick to defend Gwen the moment it was implied that she was weird.

I again recalled how Miriam believed her maid to be the last of her kind, as well as what she’d said previously about wanting her maid to feel like she belonged. To have a family.

And yet, despite being the last of her kind, here Gwen was describing memories of being with ‘her people,’ implying that she did, in fact, know what it was like to have a family to belong to, thus only intensifying the obvious loss she must have suffered.

Plus, the mystery of it all.

Supposedly, she was a hundred and twenty-seven, despite being born much longer ago, combined with the fact that Miriam described Gwen as being frozen in time in terms of mental and physical age, all of which just seemed really bizarre.

It was really starting to cause me to want to unravel that mystery.

But first, I wanted to make sure me disappearing again wasn’t going to cause problems.

I focused past Natalie at Serenity and Gabriella. “Are you both alright with me running off again?” I asked seriously.

Gwen’s expression dropped slightly as she focused on them too, realizing the decision resided with more than just her mistress. Which kind of made me feel bad, but I had to continue prioritizing my first two women, especially Serenity. I could never stop prioritizing Serenity.

However, apparently they were both surprised that I’d even ask.

“Of course, Kai,” Serenity said reassuringly. “She’s been looking forward to it all evening.”

“Yeah,” Gabriella agreed. “We found out pretty quickly that you’d made a promise to her. She’s commented several times now about her anticipation, and how lucky she feels like Serenity and I are, for getting to spend time with you whenever we want.” She paused when she noticed Gwen’s face was flushing, due to them disclosing that the maid had openly spoken about it. She focused back on me, leaning forward more to see past Serenity and Natalie. “And besides, you’ve monopolized my great-great-grandmother all evening, and I want to get to know her.”

The person in question scoffed. “It’s Miriam, please, sweetie. You’re making me feel so old.”

Gabriella abruptly grinned at her. “Well, I’ve recently discovered that you actually like being teased about your age.”

“Uh!” Miriam exclaimed, abruptly looking up at Gwen. “You did not!” she retorted, only to scoff again. “Looks like someone’s getting spanked later.”

Gwen’s face flushed even more. “Yes, mistress. Sorry, mistress.”

My eyebrows rose in disbelief.

Did Gwen seriously share embarrassing stories about Miriam with the others, and disclose ways they might be able to tease her, all so she could get ‘punished’ later?

Fuck, that was kind of hot. And sort of adorable.

This tall sexy chick with purple lips and eyelids, crimson eyes, intimidating horns, and the thickest muscular thighs I’d ever seen on a woman, desperately wanted to be put in her place by her significantly shorter mistress. Fuck, she was so hot.

“Don’t worry,” I abruptly said, sliding out of my chair. “I’ll spank her for you, Miriam.”

Gwen immediately looked at me in alarm, visibly gulping.

Miriam just giggled. “Oh, yes!” Her tone became pouty. “She’s been such a bad girl this evening. Be sure to spank her really hard for me, okay?”

“Yep,” I replied with a grin, only to give Gwen a firm look. “Come on, naughty imp. I’ll wear your ass out, and then your mistress can have a turn later.”

“Y-Yes, master. O-Of course, master,” she stammered, quickly standing up.

I focused on her leather attire as she walked over, her long black furry tail swaying low to the ground, having been so focused on the glossy material stretched to its limits on her thighs, that I hadn’t really noticed how her lower legs looked, appearing mostly normal until the very bottom, where her heel was perpetually raised as she balanced on her large hooves, almost looking like she had abnormally large feet that caused her to walk on her tiptoes.

Kind of made me wonder how tall she’d be if she had normal legs, but then I realized that was a silly question for two huge reasons. One, because it was obvious she’d be tall either way, given how long her torso was and the fact that her hips were about even with my own, but also because she’d never have normal feet. And the last thing I wanted was for her to catch the shadow of my thoughts and find me comparing her to what I considered ‘normal.’

Because she already was ‘normal,’ at least for her kind. Furry tail included.

Thus, I instead shifted my focus to her leather jacket and glossy leather vest, really enjoying how she looked in it. Like, Gwen could totally pull off wearing a suit and tie, and look fucking hot as hell in it. Her figure on its own was very feminine, with her medium chest being just large enough to ensure no one could miss it, never mind her wide hips attached to those ridiculously muscular thighs.

Fuck, I was going to enjoy spanking her.

Once we left the dining hall and entered the grand foyer, I stopped since I had no idea where we were going to go, but kept my tone firm in an effort to maintain the roleplay we had going on -- a roleplay that I wasn’t sure was actually ‘pretend’ for her.

“Lead the way, naughty girl. Take me to where you’re going to get spanked.”

“Y-Yes, master,” she replied, sincerely flustered with anticipation. “T-The previous basement I took you to is still under construction. The concrete still needs to dry. S-So the main basement might be more suitable.”

She was angled sideways to me, so I paused just briefly as her furry black tail shifted out of my way, only for me to quickly reach around and slap her juicy leather clad ass.

“Ah!” she exclaimed, her entire body tensing, including her tail, even as she remained exactly where she was.

“Get to it, then. Lead the way,” I said with a grin.

“Y-Yes, master. S-Sorry, master. Right this w-way.”

Leading me beneath the twin staircases to the main hall that stretched down most of the first floor, she took me past a couple of doorways, only to turn right to another hallway leading more to the front of the house. I’d already been past this way numerous times when we visited the grand living room that Miriam called the East Drawing Room, but had never gone this particular direction.

Sure enough, there was a normal stairwell that led down to a typical basement that was furnished much like the first floor, making it easy to forget it was underground. In particular, as we walked down to another level of hardwood floors, I saw that there was a bar, pool table, several black leather couches, along with a series of doors against the wall toward our right. However, after stepping down, she didn’t proceed into the main room, instead leading me around the edge of the stairs to another door that was much more out of sight.

“I-In here,” she stammered, opening it to reveal a bare concrete hallway, her black furry tail twitching now like she was anxious with anticipation. Surprisingly, she didn’t noticeably turn on any lights, but when she stepped through the doorway, a few lights in the ceiling came on, glowing dimly like a night light…

No, they were crystals, not regular lights.

Following after her and closing the door behind me when she quietly implied I should, she led me to another room, this one with a metal door, being similar to the original room she’d once brought me to in the unfurnished basement that felt like a dungeon.

However, upon seeing inside this one, I saw that it was actually semi-furnished with purple silk furniture, including a simple metal chair upholstered with a rich violet color, along with an actual metal-frame bed with a thick silk sheet, but no pillow. Also no flooring, aside from the concrete.

My eyes widened in surprise. “Umm, this isn’t your bedroom, is it?” I asked seriously, about to be really shocked if it was, considering it was so bare. There wasn’t even a dresser.

She shook her head, turning to face me as I closed the door. “N-No, master. This place is for me, but not as a bedroom.”

“A sex room?” I tried again.

She shook her head. “N-No, master. You’re the only man I’ve had sex with.”

I decided not to emphasize the fact that I knew both Miriam and Mrs. Rebecca fucked her, hence my assumption that it might be a sex room, focusing instead on her main point that this room wasn’t usually for that purpose.

“So then?”

She lowered her crimson gaze, seeming hesitant now, and almost embarrassed. “When I was much younger, I sometimes had bad days. Ones when controlling my heat was too difficult, even with my sapphire. My mistress gave me this space so that I might be free of that responsibility.”

I nodded. “You can be as hot as you want in here, without worrying about hurting someone,” I replied, assuming that ‘not hurting anyone’ was a responsibility she’d been given.

She nodded, definitely looking embarrassed of her lack of control, even if it was in the past, much like I might think of things I did when I was younger and cringe at the memory. At the very least, her furry black tail was hanging straight to the floor now.

Deciding to shift the tone of the conversation, I smirked. “Well,” I said firmly, moving past her and having a seat on the metal bed, surprised by how much noise it made, realizing it was definitely a metal spring mattress. “Time for your spanking. Get over here. Now.”

Gwen actually whimpered, quickly moving over to me and getting down on one knee on my right side, her thigh definitely looking like it was about to burst out of the leather. However, I didn’t want her to do things completely out of compliance. Instead, I planned on making her do things because I physically forced her, with my own strength.

Like getting on my lap.

Thus, grabbing her horn with one hand, I used the opportunity to grow a little larger while also grabbing her leather-clad asscheek at the same time, pulling her forward and down onto my own enlarging legs.

The sexy maid gasped from the abrupt movement, only to whimper again when I got her in place over my legs, her hands abruptly folding underneath her chin like she was suddenly praying, knowing I could strike at any moment.

I didn’t make her wait long, pushing her furry tail out of the way, and starting off with a strong hit to test the waters.

SMACK.

“Uhh!” she exclaimed, her entire body abruptly shivering. “I’m sorry, master. I’ve been such a bad girl. Please spank me harder, master.”

SMACK.

“Mmm!” she moaned, ducking her head briefly, her hands clasped even tighter, her tail now raised straight up in the air, going pretty high given its length.

I ran my hand over her firm bubbly ass, loving how heated it was, squeezing firmly and then reaching down to feel her thick muscular thigh, before slipping my hand in between her legs to press against her hidden snatch, eliciting another moan, only to quickly raise my hand.

SMACK.

“Uhh!” she repeated, the red cracks in her horns beginning to glow brightly.

I placed my palm firmly on her warm ass again, really registering how hot it was, and how amazing that heat felt against my skin. No doubt a normal person would get burned pretty quickly at this temperature.

“You still don’t have your butt plug in, do you?”

“N-No, m-master,” she stammered. “S-Sorry, master. My m-mistress requested I leave it o-out.”

SMACK.

“Ahh!” she exclaimed.

“Definitely a naughty girl,” I replied. “But you know what that means, right?”

“I…I don’t know what that means, master.”

I grinned. “I’m going to have to fuck you in the ass now.”

She gasped. “Y-Yes, master. As you wish, master. P-Please fuck me in the ass, master.”

I tried not to laugh, enjoying her eagerness so much. But I still wanted to play with her some more, deciding to spread my legs a little so I could get my hands underneath her hips, aiming to unbutton her pants.

Realizing what I was trying to do, she unclasped her hands and reached for the floor to push up a little, allowing me to begin shimmying the tight leather down her wide bony hips, stopping once they were down to her thighs. I then pressed her fully back down on my legs, feeling her skin against mine thanks to my gym shorts having ridden up a little, feeling amused when she clasped her hands in front of her chest a second time. Her upper back look so sexy in her leather jacket.

Just wanting to kind of explore her body a little, I brushed her tail out of the way again, with it really seeming to have a mind of its own, and grabbed both of her pale asscheeks to spread them, focusing on her asshole. The sight immediately had my cock throbbing, quickly rising until it was pressing through my shorts against her leather-clad belly.

Of course, it was about what I’d expect a puckered asshole to look like, multiple lines and slightly folded tissue leading to the center, but the darkened skin was the same shade as her huge nipples, and just looked so ridiculously relaxed, the muscle obviously being used to the butt plug that kept her perpetually stretched out.

Deciding to touch it with my finger, I began tracing around the edge, smirking when it began repeatedly tensing from the stimulation.

“M-Master,” she whimpered simply, still clasping her hands tightly.

“You’re really sensitive here, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes, master.”

“Is that common?” I wondered without thinking, glad I managed to stop myself from getting too specific and leaving it vague, not wanting to remind her that she was the last of her kind.

Thankfully, it didn’t seem to bother her.

“It’s not…uncommon,” she replied. “Some humans are very sensitive there too. S-Some can even climax from anal stimulation.”

“Can you?” I wondered.

Her face flushed. “Y-Yes, master.”

“Has that butt plug ever made you cum?” I wondered playfully.

Her face visibly flushed even more, her body so hot now that she was beginning to release invisible waves of heat, much like the hood of a running car in the middle of summer. “Y-Yes, master.”

SMACK.

“Ahh!”

I loved the sight of her muscular ass jiggling just barely before she tensed it from the strike, the whole thing growing seductively solid. Fuck, squeezing her firm ass when it was tense was so arousing. I also loved the sight of the red area beginning to form where I’d spanked her several times now.

“Relax your butt,” I said quietly.

She immediately did so, the rest of her upper body tensing instead.

SMACK.

“Uhh!” she exclaimed.

I grabbed her asscheeks again and spread them, about to touch her puckered hole again, only to realize it was tensing repeatedly now all on its own, almost as if it was pulsing. Damn, suddenly I really wanted to know what it would feel like to have that pulsing asshole on my cock.

“Yep, that’s hot. I need to fuck you in the ass now.”

“Y-Yes, master. Please fuck me in the ass, master.”

“Will your jacket and vest get damaged by your heat?”

“N-No master. My mistress used a spell to protect this outfit. Leather is already resistant to heat, but it won’t even catch fire for a time, even if exposed to flames.”

I assumed there must be a reason why all her clothing didn’t have a spell like that, maybe because it was more complicated than it sounded, but decided not to ask more right now.

“Good,” I said simply, raising my hand again, just to give her one last spanking before we changed positions.

SMACK.

“Mmm!” she moaned with her mouth shut.

“On the bed,” I demanded, grabbing her waist and tugging her to my right to push her on to the creaking metal bed.

She gasped again from being manhandled, the scent of her arousal strengthening even more.

“Ass in the air,” I added as I stood up, seeing that she was just staring at me with a flushed expression.

“Y-Yes, master,” she stammered, rolling onto her stomach and then pushing her bare ass into the air, the leather pants tight around her thighs, which was just low enough for me to see where the black fur started on her legs, her face and chest pressed into the silk covered mattress.

I could also clearly see the small patch of silky fur between her thighs, hiding her pussy from this angle, the black hairs much softer than pubic hair, and hot as fuck to look at.

Normally, I wasn’t sure if an overly hairy pussy would be enticing, the kind that was literally hidden from sight under normal conditions, but Gwen’s furry cunt really turned me on.

“Yeah, that’s more like it,” I said quietly as I stripped off my shorts and shirt, climbing onto the bed naked and angling my rock hard cock right for her pulsing asshole. “Deep breath,” I added playfully, beginning to shove forward.

“UHHH!” she moaned loudly in obvious ecstasy as my head sank in, her ass gripping the tip of my cock firmly now.

Fuck, I already felt like I was about to explode from the friction and tightness, deciding I might as well, since we were both dry to the point that I couldn’t easily advance any further. Of course, normally I wouldn’t have been able to essentially cum on command, but having so much passion stored up from fucking Miriam, I realized I could probably use that energy to stimulate my own orgasm, much like I’d done a few times when I was fucking Serenity and Michelle in the recliner at home.

And sure enough, it worked as expected, and my own climax was rapidly building.

I pulled out just a little and then shoved forward again just as my thick load burst into her asshole.

“Uhh!” she moaned. “Oh master, oh master! It feels so good! You’re making my ass feel so good!”

“Yeah?” I gasped, pulling out a little and smearing the head of my cock on her puckered hole. “Did you like that, naughty imp?” I wondered, abruptly shoving my cock halfway in.

“UHHH!” she exclaimed, her entire body tensing. “Y-Yes! Master! Fuck me harder master!”

Gwen obviously liked it rough, and she liked a little bit of pain, but I felt confident it was only the kind that was nondamaging. For example, a smack to the ass wasn’t going to leave a long-term mark, and definitely wouldn’t bruise. Likewise, she enjoyed having her ass pounded, but not in a way that would actually cause her to bleed or something crazy like that.

Thus, I took my time to begin working my cock in and out of her ass, causing her to moan as I did so, only to grab her hips and pull downward a little to get her to spread her knees, with the intention on bending over her more so that I could reach for her hair at the back of her head to tug on it a little.

Only problem was, the leather pants were restricting how far she could spread them.

Wanting to keep myself stable as I began bending over her anyway, I grabbed her slim leather clad arm with my left hand at the same time I began winding my fingers through her pitch-black hair.

Her reaction surprised me.

“Ouch!” she exclaimed involuntarily, jerking away from me, the reaction much stronger than a minor discomfort. Somehow, I’d just caused her significant pain.

“What’s wrong?” I asked seriously, both my hands flying up into the air, my cock pretty much buried to its full extend into her ass. “Am I too deep?” I asked uncertainly.

“N-No, it’s my arm,” she exclaimed, seeming surprised herself. “I’m sorry, master, but I need to check. Your touch shouldn’t have hurt me.”

“Of course,” I replied in concern, carefully easing myself out, briefly focused on some of my cum leaking out of her ass as I did so, a small trail beginning to drip down toward her hidden pussy.

She paid it no mind though, getting up the moment I was free, and pulling up her leather pants, but leaving them unbuttoned, her pitch-black pubic hair visible, reaching up to begin slipping off her jacket.

“Ouch,” she repeated, as she did so, being more careful as she tried to get her left arm out of the leather sleeve.

I moved closer, still naked, and began helping her ease it off, knowing from her aura that it hurt much worse than she was even making it seem.

And then I saw it.

Her otherwise perfectly smooth pale skin was literally black, blue, and purple, with a hint of green on the edges, on the entire back of her left arm, as if someone had taken a baseball bat to her. At first, she couldn’t seem to see it herself, but then she finally lifted her elbow enough, her slitted crimson eyes widening in shock.

“Something bit me,” she said in alarm.

It took me a second to register that.

“Wait, what?!” I exclaimed in shock.

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