Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 61 (BOOK 5)

October 24, 2021

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--- BOOK 5 ---

- CHAPTER 61: Laboratory -

I sat on a black leather sofa in the living room area residing within the succubus Miriam’s master bedroom suite, while I waited for her to ‘get ready’ for our mini-date that would commence pretty much after we took care of the small tube of blood I was currently holding in my hand. The blood wasn’t mine, of course, though we would be drawing some of mine as well, in order to see how it reacted with what we’d already drawn.

Or, more specifically, to see how my blood would affect a cursed werewolf’s blood.

The blue-haired Rockstar chick, Natalie, had been a little hesitant when Miriam proposed taking some of her blood, with the short succubus apparently having an entire modern laboratory in one of her whopping four basements, but when we explained the reason, the blue-haired vixen didn’t even hesitate to take off her leather jacket halfway and hold out her thin arm.

Because as much as she wanted to be free of having any sort of alpha, she above all else wanted to be free of the excruciating transformation that plagued her once a month, describing it as someone chopping her up into a million chunks and then stitching her back together as a bloodthirsty monster, only to be diced up a second time and deposited into a heap of broken and guilt-ridden agony.

Not at all something ‘cool’ like modern movies made it out to be.

Upon agreeing, Miriam seeming amused by Natalie’s eagerness, the short minx had her demonic maid Gwen, along with Serenity and Gabriella, all remain in the grand foyer -- which had several couches of its own, framed by twin staircases that led to the second floor -- while the sexy redhead succubus had me accompany her to the west side of the house to grab the supplies needed to draw the blood.

Thus, I followed her through the massive dining hall, seeing that there was a ‘breakfast room’ and a conservatory just beyond, to the north side on my right, remaining on her heels as she led me to a service hall stairwell that had a secret door leading to the modern underground lab.

And dang, was it modern.

Stepping out of the metal doorway felt like walking into an entirely different world, or at least an entirely different building, with everything bright white like the interior of a state-of-the-art hospital. The space only had three rooms in total, with one just being a supply closet, but it was still fairly spacious, with the largest room having four island countertops along with additional counters and cabinets lining three of the four walls.

Seeing my obvious curiosity, it was at that point that Miriam began really explaining the layout of her mansion, deciding to give me a mini-tour after she had me draw Natalie’s cursed blood, which unexpectedly resulted in us making a stop on the second floor, at her master suite, where I now waited.

In total, the second floor had eight guest bedrooms just on the east side of the grand foyer, which didn’t count Miriam’s own master suite that included a living room, mini-kitchen, master bathroom, and of course an actual humongous sleeping room for her massive canopy bed.

Entering into her suite also felt like stepping into an entirely different world, since the overall color scheme was romantic shades of black, gray, and highlights of deep red.

Technically, of the eight guest rooms, one of them used to be Mrs. Rebecca’s old room and wasn’t actually treated as a true guest room. However, I wasn’t sure about the others, since Miriam only smirked at me when I asked her where Gwen’s room was. At the very least, I knew that the first guest room on the north side of the hall, just after coming up one of the twin staircases, was truly a guest room since it was where Miriam and I had our first sexual experience, and where she’d broken the seal on my third-eye.

On the west side of the grand foyer, still on the second floor, I’d been told that there was a laundry room, a few supply closets, as well as another bedroom and a few small ‘fun’ rooms where Miriam apparently had a large variety of toys to play with, either for use on whoever she was fucking at the time, including women, or to have used on her, specifically for the men who had more aggressive kinks.

Normally, that kind of disclosure might have bothered me, but given that Miriam wasn’t planning on fucking around anymore, hearing about her sex rooms only excited me a little, looking forward to exploring what all she had. And honestly it made perfect sense that she’d have areas dedicated to sex when that sole activity served as her primary source of entertainment and technically even her source of sustenance.

Sex was her hobby, pastime, recreation, sport, and even her job, in a way.

It was the very thing that filled many of the hours of her day. Or at least, it had been, prior to her falling for me after we met and got to know each other better yesterday.

Granted, I was sure she’d be more than happy to fuck me all day, every day, but it was kind of hard to do when we lived an hour away from each other.

I suspected that was one of the reasons why Miriam had decided to give me this mini-tour, and to begin explaining all the amenities that came with her place, especially since she’d already offered for me to stay here, along with all my women.

But now that Serenity had gone and commented about being interested in living in a mansion like this, Miriam realized there wasn’t much holding us back from taking that leap and moving in with the deceptively youthful succubus. At the very least, she certainly had plenty of space to take on quite a few permanent residents.

Taking a deep breath, enjoying how comfy this first room to her master suite was, I examined the tube of dark red blood in my hand, wondering briefly if the purple cap held any significance or if the color was random. The tube had actually come with something already in it, a white substance at the bottom, so I suspected the color did mean something.

Maybe an anticoagulant or something similar?

Looking up when I saw the door to Miriam’s luxurious bedroom open, still not entirely used to not being able to hear everything in this house, my jaw dropped when I saw what she was wearing. First, the most noticeable thing was the bright white lab coat, fashioned with a dip in the back portion for her wings, which I knew had to be only a prop for what we were about to do in the lab, given the rest of her outfit.

Miriam stood with her hands on her bony hips, thereby holding the lab coat back to show off the ridiculously shiny bodysuit that was so tight on her figure that there wasn’t a single wrinkle in the wet-looking black material.

Holy fuck, she looked like a fun-sized pornstar getting ready to shoot a doctor porno.

“You like?” she giggled as she twisted her hip, while tugging away the lab coat more, showing off the side of her small plump ass, and part of her lower back, her shiny juicy curves causing my cock to rapidly stiffen from the sight alone.

Recalling from Mrs. Rebecca that succubi had the uncanny ability to anticipate what their partners were interested in sexually, I cleared my throat to respond. “Umm, I think you know.”

The sexy minx, whose vibrant red hair was still in twin French braids, only giggled again as she further twisted around, revealing that her midnight tail was somehow poking through the material between her shapely asscheeks, and also allowing me a better view of her black wings, with the coat and bodysuit both having the same dip, no zippers in sight on the latter, as if it was all one piece she’d squeezed her thin body into.

I tried to gather my thoughts. “Umm, so will be having sex later?” I asked uncertainly, kind of assuming as much, but not exactly sure since us spending time together was going to involve more serious things too.

“Of course, silly,” she said cheerfully, facing me again. “Why do you think I changed? Certainly, taking my leather pants off wouldn’t be too much of a hassle, but now you can surprise me with your cock when I’m not looking,” she said with a suggestive wink.

Thinking again about her tail sticking out of the material in the back, I glanced down at her crotch, prompting her to grin as she reached down with both hands to pull a little on the shiny material.

Immediately, her bare juicy pussy lips squeezed out, revealing that there was actually an opening between her thighs, only concealed by an overlapping section that might have normally had a zipper. But again, the whole bodysuit looked to be one entire piece, with no zippers or seams in sight, and much shinier than I would normally expect even from lubed latex.

I cleared my throat, suddenly finding myself wanting to kiss those visible lips between her juicy thighs.

“I guess are you ready to head back to the lab then?” I wondered, not wanting to be too obvious about the effect she was having on me, even though I doubted she was anything other than fully aware.

She grinned, reaching down to ensure the midnight material was back in place, concealing her hot snatch. “Playing hard to get, are we?” she teased.

I scoffed. “Just figured we had some things to do, and possibly to discuss, before getting physical.”

She folded her arms and reached up to tap her delicate chin with her index finger, looking very studious in her white lab coat.

Fuck, her thighs, her hips, her waist, all looked so fucking sexy wrapped up in shiny black. The perfect proportions to match her four-foot, eleven inches stature.

“Very true,” she agreed dramatically. “Work comes before play, except wherein work isplay, so I always say.”

I shook my head at her, deciding to stand up despite my raging hardon. “And apparently a poet,” I mumbled under my breath.

She giggled. “Yep! A Haiku, to be exact, though rarely such poems rhyme. I’m just an overachiever.” She practically bounced over to me in obvious excitement, her almost flattened tits actually bouncing just barely from the movement. “Believe it or not, I once spent almost an entire year speaking in rhymes, much to the chagrin of poor little Gwen. She humored me for a time, but she soon found it a crime, that I found rhyming so sublime…” She paused to giggle when I rolled my eyes. “And eventually got to the point where she’d probably be happy to never have to hear me rhyme ever again.”

I smirked at that. “Yeah, I could imagine how that could get old fast, having a little old woman teasing you all the time.”

“Uh!” Miriam exclaimed in mock offense, grabbing my arm roughly to hold onto it. “How rude, young man! I’ll have you know that I am very good at rhyming, and forcing such limitations on oneself is great for keeping the mind sharp!”

“Got to take care of yourself in your old age,” I agreed in an overly sympathetic tone.

She stuck her adorable tongue out at me, only to begin tugging me out of the room into the hallway, leading me back toward the grand hall, which we would be passing on our way to the far west stairwell that led down to the dining hall on the first floor, as well as to the lab in the basement.

Technically, we would be visible to anyone below as we walked by the open space, but only Miriam’s white coat would be visible from that angle, not to mention I knew everyone had left the grand foyer anyway, and moved to the East Drawing Room -- which was basically just a grand living room -- since the others were all aware that Miriam and I would be spending some time alone for a while.

Once we passed the grand foyer, we stopped briefly in the ensuing open room, with Miriam pointing out the doors to the laundry room on the right, as well as an additional guest bedroom, and then to a door on the left that led to one of her small fun rooms. We then turned left into a hallway, quickly making a right that was more toward the front of the mansion, which had more doorways that led to storage rooms, and two additional sex rooms, followed by making a right turn toward the back of the house to get to the service stairwell.

“Oh, and I should probably show you where the elevator is too later,” Miriam unexpectedly commented as we began walking down the first flight of stairs.

“You have an elevator?” I asked seriously.

“Yep,” she said warmly, still holding onto my arm. “We actually just passed it. You might have noticed it on the first floor when you and Gwen went through the staff lounge last time you were here, on your way to the kitchen.”

“Afraid I didn’t. I was just trying to keep up with Gwen, so that I didn’t get lost.”

She grinned at that. “I’m sure the sheer size is very daunting at first, but before long you’ll know of every nook and cranny in this place. It’s honestly not that big. Maybe for a house it is, but it pales in comparison to something like a modern hotel.”

I nodded, realizing she was right about that, but also knowing that most hotels were much more straightforward in their setup, whereas this place had concealed basement entrances and even secret hallways, like the one that led to the room with the steel doors that were the literal gateway to a transdimensional portal deep beneath the mansion.

“So what exactly do you plan on doing with our blood?” I wondered as we slipped through the hidden doorway and into the circular stairwell leading even further down to the lab. “Just mixing it and examining it with a microscope?”

“Not just any microscope,” she replied. “I’ve used a moonstone catalyst and magic to allow me to see more than just the physical properties through the normal lens. You said it takes about four to eight hours for someone to become like you, so I plan on getting a blood smear to use as a control, and then adding a single drop of your blood to the blood from this tube, to see how her blood changes in response to yours over the next four to eight hours. Although, since the samples are so small, any changes will probably happen much quicker than that.”

“Makes sense,” I replied, reaching out to open the door for her.

She gave me an affectionate grin as she slipped through, only to wait for me so she could hang on my arm again, even though we only had a handful of steps to go to enter the main laboratory. I then followed her into the wide white room, focusing toward a microscope sitting on one of the snow white countertops when she gestured for me to wait by it.

“So,” I began as I leaned against the counter, watching her walk gracefully over to a cabinet next to what looked to be some kind of an oven or incubator. From behind, all I could see was her slim calves wrapped in shiny black, a simple pair of black flats adorning her feet. “Just curious, but why all the white down here? Like, there’s no color at all, not even black really. Only gray here and there.”

She pulled a step stool out of a lower cabinet, followed by a pair of safety glasses to protect her eyes, and then climbed the stool to reach up and grab a tray of glass slides from another cabinet.

“For cleanliness, mainly,” she replied. “If I spilled blood, for example, it would be very obvious on a white surface, but not on a black surface. Kind of the same reason why doctors and scientists wear white coats like this one. Partially to protect the clothing underneath, but also to alert the scientist to a spill or leak that they might not otherwise notice. Although, there are other reasons as well for wearing white, not based in practicality, such as professional appearance.”

“Huh, I guess that makes sense.”

She nodded after stepping down and beginning to walk toward me, her emerald eyes on the tray of slides in her grasp, gently rattling as she moved. “I’m actually wearing this coat for that reason, to alert me to any spills…” She paused as she set the tray down next to the microscope, only to begin reaching into her pocket as she grinned up at me, the glasses looking so fucking adorable on her. “But also just because I knew you’d find it sexy. Especially in combination with this bodysuit,” she added with a wink.

My cock was instantly straining against my shorts again, just from how erotic even the simple things were, like her seductive wink and grin, combined with how she just barely bit her bottom lip afterward.

I cleared my throat, focusing on what she was pulling out of her pocket, the first item a pair of blue gloves. “So do you have a degree in science?” I wondered.

“Not formally,” she replied as she donned the gloves, snapping them in place. “But I can assure you I’m more knowledgeable than the average professor at a major university. As I mentioned to Gabriella, I read a lot. Study a lot.”

“Like what?” I asked curiously.

She shrugged, reaching into her deep pocket again, her tone casual. “Anything that interests me. I sort of have all the time in the world, and have for a long time, so one of my pastimes is keeping up with modern knowledge.”

“I can’t even imagine all the things you must know.”

She shrugged again, handing me a blood draw kit, I assumed for myself, as she responded. “Well, I’m sure there are humans who are more educated than I am. Maybe not in scope, but in depth. Like I said, it’s just a pastime. One that has allowed me to accumulate quite a bit of knowledge over the years only because I’ve been around so long.” She frowned as she focused up at me, her serious expression so ridiculously adorable with her hair in those twin French braids. “Unfortunately, quite a bit of the knowledge I have is outdated, and it would probably take several lifetimes just to cover the material being put out every five years nowadays. I still learn new things from time to time.”

I nodded, gesturing with the blood draw kit now in my hand. “I assume you want some of my blood.”

Her emerald eyes widened slightly. “Oh, yeah. But I’ll help you in just a moment. I was going to start the controls first,” she explained, only to pull out two additional tubes of blood from her coat.

My eyebrows shot up as I focused on the tubes, both with purple caps, realizing she had a total of three.

“Controls, plural?” I repeated in sincere surprise.

She nodded, beginning to unwrap a syringe she’d pulled out of her pocket. “Yeah, if Gwen and I are going to be around you a ton, then I figured it would be good to know how your blood might affect us too.” She then looked up at me, her expression serious. “Kai, I don’t want to alarm you, but for all we know, exposure to your blood could kill us.”

“Shit,” I hissed in shock, not having even remotely anticipated that being her reasoning. If anything, my first thought was that maybe she wanted me to make the two of them like me as well, only to be completely blindsided by that possibility of all things. “Do you really think it could?” I finally managed.

She shrugged again. “Honestly, I don’t know. Like I said, these things don’t always turn out as expected. It’s why study and experimentation are so vital. Because sometimes what you think will do one thing has a very different effect.” She then focused on me again, holding up the syringe and unmarked tube, which was Natalie’s cursed werewolf blood. “But thankfully, I’m not worried about your other bodily fluids hurting us, considering we’ve already been exposed to them, so I’ll still fuck your brains out every chance I get. Risk I’m willing to take to get to fuck you.”

She giggled when I gulped loudly, finally focusing on the task at hand.

I watched as she inserted the metal syringe into the top of Natalie’s tube, drawing out a small sample, and then preparing the first blood smear on a glass slide. Each of the slides had a clear portion, and then a smaller white portion that I assumed was meant for labeling. She then pulled out a metal tray out of a drawer at waist level, set the used syringe on it, and then pulled another syringe out of her pocket, doing the same for a tube she’d marked with an ‘M,’ I assumed indicating it was her blood.

However, unlike the first time, she prepared two slides this time, one with just her blood, while she carefully picked up the first needle and added a drop of Natalie’s blood to the second slide. She then proceeded to do the same with Gwen’s blood, using a third syringe, again preparing two slides, one with a drop of Natalie’s cursed blood.

I assumed she wanted to verify how being bitten by a werewolf would affect either of them, but decided to ask anyway. “Does werewolf blood transmit the curse too?” I wondered, since she’d only mentioned being bitten previously, which would imply it was mainly transmitted via something like saliva.

She nodded, pulling out a pen to jot down a note on each slide’s label, only to begin to carefully set the organized slides on another tray. “As you might expect, yes. Although I’m not aware of such a transmission actually happening naturally. Bites are the main method of transmission, and even those are usually intentional on the part of the alpha, in an attempt to form a pack.” She paused as she checked her pockets again, only to focus up at me as she stretched out her wings a little, seemingly subconsciously. “Based on what you’ve shared about your transmission to Gabriella and Avery, as well as the lack of transmission that initially occurred with Serenity, we at least don’t have to worry about checking your saliva.” She glanced away, suddenly pensive. “Although, I suppose I could just rule that possibility out, since I’m already doing this.”

I shrugged. “I mean, if it’s not much of an extra hassle, then might as well. I’ll spit in a cup or whatever, and you can mix it with some of the blood samples.”

She smirked at me, with me again noticing how her fiery red hair in twin French braids made her look so fucking hot and adorable. “Perhaps. But let’s go ahead and draw your blood first, and you can spit for me while I work on getting slides ready.”

I nodded, turning around to face the counter and open the blood draw kit she’d handed me. She then gently placed her hand on my arm, a nonverbal request to let her handle most of the rest, opening up an alcohol wipe, and then beginning to rub the crook of my elbow with it.

“I’ll have to push it in,” I commented.

She nodded, an affectionate look in her emerald eyes, with the way she touched me almost tender now. “I figured as much,” she said softly. “But let me get everything in position first.”

I nodded, holding what she called a ‘butterfly needle’ up to my arm with the tubing and end resting on my forearm while she dug out one final unused tube from her other pocket. She then nodded for me to insert the needle, and once there was a flash of red, she inserted the tube into the other end and began filling it up. She then had me deposit the entire thing in a sharps container, a white box a couple of feet away on the wall, that only had a small red hazard symbol to indicate what it was for.

I then moved back into position and silently watched her as she began preparing more slides, adding each of their blood first and then using a fourth syringe to mix in a drop of mine. Then, once she was finished with that, I spit in a tiny medicine cup for her, and she did the same with my saliva.

Afterward, I waited patiently while she finished marking the slides with her pen, only to then pull out a second step stool so that she could comfortably examine her samples under the microscope, noting that everything looked to be as she expected, and that there were currently no noticeable changes in the samples that had a tiny bit of my blood.

Alternatively, while there was no physical change to Miriam or Gwen’s blood containing the werewolf curse drop, her special microscope could already detect the curse spreading, even if there was nothing to be seen physically.

In the meantime, while I watched her switch out slides one at a time, a familiar ball of pleasure was beginning to form in my gut, making me feel hot even though the room was fairly cool, suspecting Miriam was giving me a nonverbal cue that it was time to play.

However, it wasn’t until she started on her third pass through the slides that I began to suspect she was intentionally pretending to ignore me now, waiting for me to pick up the hint she was clearly giving.

With no more hesitation, I stepped a little closer to stand behind her, slowly reaching for her slim shoulders as I leaned my face between her relaxing wings to plant a tender kiss on the back of her delicate neck. She shivered from the contact, beginning to switch out another slide as she continued to ignore me, her tail beginning to gently tap between my knees as it slowly swayed back and forth.

I realized for the first time that she was at the perfect height for me to fuck her from behind, thanks to the step stool, with the white coat being the only hindrance right now.

Continuing to gently peck her on the back of the neck, loving it as she began to shiver slightly with each kiss, I gently grabbed at the soft white fabric on her shoulders and began to slowly tug, until the material was far enough and just straight-up fell to the floor under its own weight, easily sliding against the slick shiny bodysuit she was wearing.

Fuck, she was so ridiculously sexy, the curve of her lower back into her small plump ass alone making me feel like I was going to go crazy.

Continuing to plant kisses as she pretended to work, I reached down to tug down my gym shorts, and then angled my cock below her tail, not necessarily aiming for her asshole, but just wanting to start working the tip through the opening.

She moaned as I began putting pressure, with me wrapping my left arm affectionately around her slim squishy chest while I used my right hand to continue working my cock up and down, inching deeper into her bodysuit and crack.

She finally tilted her hips then, sticking her ass out more and raising herself up on her tiptoes a little, pressing at the perfect angle for my cock to abruptly slip into her wet juicy snatch, clearly knowing exactly how to get my cock inside her from this position. At the same time, her black tail wrapped snuggly around my bare hips, tugging me closer.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered as I began pressing deeper, loving how it felt to have my cock tightly engulfed inside her body, loving how perfectly she arched her back once I was all the way in. We were both breathing a little heavier now, just from the anticipation of going beyond this intimate moment, both of us seeming content to take it slow.

She finally turned her head then, her tan face flushed slightly, the tip of her nose noticeably red, as she pushed away the microscope and took off her safety glasses while looking at me passionately from the corner of her eye. Her full lips parted then, her tone quiet. “Ready for your first lesson in werewolf sex?” she whispered.

My eyes widened in sincere surprise, though it didn’t take me out of the mood. “Umm, yeah. Are succubi like werewolves?” I wondered.

Her full lips smirked just slightly. “Yes and no. First, let me tell you a little about myself.” She paused, tensing her hips a little forward to pull off just incrementally, only to slide right back down on my shaft, causing my own hips to reflexively push deeper the moment her ass squished against me…

Deeper, to the point that suddenly I was going about an inch deeper than before, the head of my cock suddenly feeling like it was going to explode from the unexpected pressure gripping it.

“Oh fuck,” I hissed, my eyes uncontrollably closing as my hips reflexively jerked a little more, her entire pussy beginning to throb as if it was trying to coax me into shooting my load into her.

Her tone was warm and affectionate as she continued. “When you were larger yesterday, I reassured you that I could fit you, despite you being much larger than you are now. Did you ever wonder why that might be?”

“Umm, no,” I gasped wrapping both arms around her small figure firmly as my hips continued to reflexively twitch. Fuck, it felt like she somehow had a hold of the head of my cock and was trying to milk it. “Oh fuck,” I repeated, my crossed hands grabbing at her small squishy tits and squeezing firmly.

Her tone was even more warm and tender. “The answer is rather simple, and I hope it doesn’t disturb you. For a normal woman, the penis is only able to enter the vagina, which becomes more loose and stretchy the more aroused she is. The vagina itself is only about four inches on average, but it can stretch to eight or more inches during stimulation.” She paused, raising incrementally on her tiptoes, as she pressed her ass firmer into me, her hands on the counter to support herself some, tugging my cock even deeper inside her. “Entry further than that is impossible for a human female, and hitting the cervix with the penis, which is the bottom of the uterus, can actually be painful for a lot of women.”

My breathing picked up as her pussy continued to rhythmically pulse against me, feeling like we were fucking like wild animals right now even though we weren’t even really moving. I squeezed her small tits more urgently, my hands rubbing against the slick material.

“But,” she continued softly. “For a succubus, we have full access to those parts of our bodies, being able to open up our wombs during sex and allow for even deeper entry. Much like I could grab the head of your cock with my hand, and squeeze, I’m doing much the same with my cervix right now.” She giggled then when I abruptly buried my face against her neck, beginning to lose the ability to concentrate as she built me up to my climax. “Do you like it?” she wondered in amusement, only to giggle again. “I’m basically milking your cock right now, like a farmer might milk a cow’s udders.”

“Fuck,” I exclaimed, my hips really jerking now, trying to pull my cock out more, so I could slide it back in, which only increased the intensity of the pleasure when she managed to mostly hold onto it, the overall movement causing me to slide barely half an inch.

Her tone was abruptly seductive, sensing my climax, her whole body getting thrust with my hips, the jerked movement affecting her speech. “That’s right, b-baby. Fill me u-up with that hot thick c-cum of yours. Fuck my cute p-pussy.”

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, my hips abruptly jerking forward, causing us both to yank our hands up to grab at the cabinets as my hips slammed hers into the countertop, one of my arms still wrapped tightly around her. I then continued to thrust into her snatch, lifting her entirely off her feet with her weight supported by the counter as the tension around the head of my cock forced my cum out in explosive shots.

“Mmm, so yummy,” she moaned once I began gathering myself. “Glad I told you about this while fucking, because you handled that news really well.”

“Why wouldn’t I have handled it well otherwise?” I finally asked after a second, almost feeling dizzy after cumming so hard, one of my hands still on the cabinet, her body firmly against mine due to my one-arm embrace.

She shrugged, her head still turned toward the side, her expression passionate, her chin almost resting on the shiny material covering her shoulder. “I’ve not shared that information with too many others, but the few times I have, they didn’t react well. I guess it disturbed them for whatever reason.”

I finally leaned back, allowing her to get her feet back on the stool, while wrapping both of my arms around her body tightly, my crossed hands again going for her tits, and kissing her tenderly on the neck. “It’s your body,” I whispered against her skin, causing her to shiver. “And I love everything about it.”

Surprisingly, she moaned at that. “Keep holding me like this, and you might make me cum too,” she whispered.

“Yeah?” I replied, squeezing her a little bit tighter, feeling her wings tense against the sides of my chest, like she was trying to force her way out of my embrace. “You like that?” I wondered, starting to gently thrust my cock again, surprised when it began sliding in and out of her wet pussy like normal.

“Very much,” she whispered, shivering again in my arms. “But first, let me tell you how that compares to a werewolf.”

“Sure,” I said quietly, kissing her tenderly on the neck as I continued to work my cock in and out of her.

“They’re a little unusual,” she continued, her eyes fluttering closed as I slowly fucked her. “For one, and I’m sure that girl, Natalie, can verify this, but female werewolf vaginas don’t get wet like a normal person.”

My eyes widened slightly, realizing Miriam was still very much in the moment, but her words kind of snapped me out of it a little, making me feel very attentive now.

“That sounds uncomfortable,” I replied quietly, not wanting her to stop enjoying our slow sex.

“Mm-hmm,” she agreed, the most adorable sound in the world, moaning softly as I continued to thrust. “But it doesn’t hurt either werewolf, even while in their human form. If anything, the increased friction makes sex more pleasurable.” She paused, her eyes still closed, her brow furrowing slightly in obvious pleasure. “For werewolves, at least.”

I leaned forward to plant a kiss on her soft cheek, eliciting yet another moan. “So how do I become her alpha?”

She nodded, as if in acknowledgement that she should continue explaining. “Even though sex can feel good for both parties involved, it’s a very aggressive ritual for werewolves. The male werewolf’s penis has a sort of gland at the base that swells upon penetration, thereby locking himself inside the vagina. And, almost as a reflex, the female werewolf’s cervix opens up and grabs the head of the cock. She can’t control it, like a succubus can, but it has a similar effect. The two become locked together, and only after the male ejaculates is it possible for them to separate, due to the lubrication from the semen, since otherwise there’s a ton of friction involved.”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. “So upon penetration, there’s no stopping until the guy gets there,” I rephrased.

“Mm-hmm,” she agreed, again making that fucking adorable sound.

“And that’s how I become her alpha?”

“Mmm,” she moaned, still enjoying my thrusting. “It’s a very dominating act. The dominance part will be what allows you to become her alpha, now that she is currently without one. And, while your cock isn’t like a werewolf’s penis, you have one advantage that should help you replicate the effect.”

“What’s that?” I asked quietly, realizing by her facial expressions that she was really starting to focus more on the sex than the conversation.

Her voice came out barely above a whisper, her face flushing even more.

“You can grow bigger,” she moaned, her passion seeming to escalate at just the idea. “Fill a pussy right up and stretch it to its limit.”

My eyes widened in surprise, realizing she was really in the mood and I needed to focus on her now.

My tone was just as quiet.

“Would you like that, Miriam? Do you want me to get bigger, and fuck you with my huge cock?”

She whimpered, her eyes still closed, her thin red eyebrows twitching. Surprisingly, her erotic aura pulsed with just the tiniest bit of fear, only to be immediately replaced by her rapidly strengthening arousal. Which confused me a little, prompting me to take my next action slow.

My bones began popping softly as she again left her feet, this time impaled on my cock and snuggly wrapped up in my arms as I grew taller. There was again just the slightest hint of anxiety combined with even more sexual desire, making me suspect that it was the fact that she had lost some control in this situation that caused the tiny bit of apprehension.

Her emerald eyes then finally fluttered open, her expression unexpectedly apologetic, even as I felt her craving climb even higher. “It’s okay, I don’t want you to think I’m unsatisfied at your normal size, because I’m not.”

My cock was, in fact, thicker now, even after only growing about a foot, and when I didn’t respond, her eyes fluttered closed as I continued to slowly thrust, with me gently lifting her up slightly in my embrace before pulling her back down on my shaft. Really, I was in complete control right now, since her feet were no longer on the step stool, all her weight residing on my cock and held in place by my arms.

And now her aura was exuding with desperate desire.

She tried speaking again. “It’s just…oh fuck, you’re just so perfect,” she moaned.

A moan that abruptly shifted into a whimper.

Her body seemed to relax entirely then, as if she was giving into the fact that I was fully in control right now, her legs going limp as I continued to impale her.

“Oh fuck, Kai, you feel so good,” she whimpered again. “Oh fuck.” She moaned even louder, her legs beginning to tense to the sides, the bright white light reflecting off the glossy black material. “Oh fuck, please. Oh yes, please. Fuck me, fuck me, baby! Oh FUCK!”

She screamed, beginning to violently twitch in my arms as she sucked up some of the lingering lust I’d generated, her hips jerking as she continued to thrust just her lower body down on my shaft by tensing her cute belly repeatedly. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” she gasped.

Deciding I might as well suck up some of her passion as well, I carefully held her snuggly in one arm as I lowered my right hand, feeling her belly tense over and over under the shiny black bodysuit while slowly tugging on her energy.

She moaned again as we both gently increased the flow of lust and passion, her body continuing to twitch as I slowly began reducing my size again.

“P-Perfect,” she whimpered as she found her footing on the stool, grabbing for the counter when I loosened my embrace a little. “Oh fuck, you’re so perfect, baby. It’s like you were made just for me.”

“Seems like a silly reason to experiment on someone,” I said playfully.

She finally looked at me over her shoulder and grinned, her expression full of affection. “Yes, that would be a really silly reason, wouldn’t it? Still,” she said more seriously. “You’re like a dream come true. The answer to all my prayers. I’ll never have sex with another man again, for as long as I live, if you’ll please have me. I won’t even fuck another woman ever again, unless you allow it. That’s how much I need you, baby.”

I could see the vulnerability in her emerald eyes, being well aware she’d just blurted out the one thing she’d probably been dreading sharing with me. Admitting that she was so addicted to me, that she’d give up whatever I requested of her.

That she’d do whatever I wanted, so long as I’d just have her.

Not wanting to belittle how significant of a statement she’d just made, I replied seriously. “Miriam, with an offer like that, I could never refuse. Let’s be one. Like Adam and Eve, let’s become one.”

Her eyes unexpectedly filled with tears. “H-How did you know to say that?” she suddenly asked, her voice sounding strained and confused.

Which of course, left me confused as well. “Say what?” I asked hesitantly. “Adam and Eve?”

She didn’t respond though, only shaking her head seemingly in disbelief rather than denial, tears falling from her eyes onto the counter.

And now I was really confused, my cock still buried deep in her.

“Miriam?” I whispered. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re just perfect,” she replied quietly. “And probably know what kind of thing to say because you’re part incubus.”

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

“It’s not bad,” she said reassuringly, finally standing on her tiptoes again to try to get off my still semi-hard cock. After slipping free, she then twisted around to face me, her emerald eyes tender as she reached up to rest her delicate hands on the sides of my face. “Thousands of years ago, not long after I became like this, I fell in love with a man, and almost killed him.” She paused to let me grasp that, before continuing, gently rubbing my cheeks with her thumbs. “My charm wasn’t as potent at first, so he didn’t become hopelessly addicted, but he did still love me. And when he realized it was impossible for us to truly be together, he made a promise to me. It was in a different language, but he basically said, ‘I’ll leave and find a way to be with you, and when I do, we’ll become one, like Adam and Eve.’”

My eyes widened in shock. “Umm, I don’t think…”

She immediately shook her head, her eyes still affectionate. “No, of course you’re not him. And that’s okay. This happened a really long time ago.” She sighed. “Still, when you said that, it surprised me. And all it really means is that you’re truly perfect for me. Because you’re right. We can become one.” She gave me a small sad smile. “And if he were still alive, I’m sure that he’d be happy for me that I’d found someone. Although, I am a bit curious as to whether or not you know why you might have said that?”

I glanced away as I considered that, my face still in her grasp, only for the realization to surprise me.

I returned my focus to her, knowing exactly why -- something I’d picked up on without realizing it.

“I guess because Mrs. Rebecca, and possibly you by extension, might actually believe in God. I mean, you did just say I was the answer to your prayers…”

I paused when she didn’t respond, neither denying nor confirming that unexpected assumption.

I continued. “And, having grown up in a semi-religious family -- my mom at least -- I knew that was a thing. A man leaving his family and becoming ‘one flesh’ with his wife, or something like that. So, it just kind of made sense to say that to you. Like, I knew it would be meaningful to you.”

She simply nodded, shifting the subject slightly. “So then, under those conditions I mentioned, will you please have me? I understand that I’d be sharing.”

I was again taken aback by the vulnerability in her expression, knowing it truly was a huge deal for her to admit something like that. Her willingness to do anything just for me to accept her, including getting involved in a relationship that wouldn’t be completely equal. At least, not in regards to the rules that governed the relationship.

Of course, I was well aware that we had a lot to discuss if we were going to really make this work out, but I also felt like there wasn’t a reality in which I wouldn’t try as hard as I could to make it work at this point. Meaning, the commitment was already there for both of us, this key piece she was offering being our last major hindrance, with the rest just being something we’d work through as we came to it.

Thus, I nodded confidently, realizing now why she was holding my face like this.

Wrapping my arms tighter around her thin body, I pulled her slim belly firmly against mine, as I leaned my face closer.

“Yes, Miriam. I want you, and will have you.” I paused, my tone more meaningful. “Forever,” I added just before pressing my lips into hers.

Tears began running down her cheeks as she passionately returned the kiss, holding my face tightly while I held her waist.

“Forever,” she whispered briefly, her lips resuming their movement against mine.

FEEDBACK: Did you enjoy this chapter?

I know Kai and Miriam haven't actually discussed responsibilities and 'what it would really mean' for them to be together, but sometimes that's just how love works (meaning, there mentality is 'we'll figure it out and do what is necessary to make it work').

Other than that, was the steamy scene good?

Anything you think I need to fix or clarify?

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