Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 42 & Ch. 43

June 6, 2021

LONG CHAPTER: This chapter is basically two chapters, being twice the length of a normal chapter, and is pretty intense (imo).

Hopefully you find it satisfying!

AFTER RECEIVING SOME FEEDBACK, I'VE DECIDED TO SPLIT THIS LONG CHAPTER INTO TWO CHAPTERS, BUT I'LL KEEP IT ON THE SAME POST.

<< Chapter 41 | Chapter 1 (Book1) | Chapter 16 (Book 2)

- CHAPTER 42: Crisis -

Bolting as fast as I could after Gwen and Miriam, feeling like I was literally running to my death, I fought my own desire for self-preservation every inch of the way, my heart racing with my own fear only being slightly overshadowed by the nightmare vision I was having of Miriam’s death.

By the fear of her dying, instead of me.

Because I felt like it would be much more than her death. Like more was at stake here than a handful of people dying.

After all, she’d said as much, when I asked her about a situation that she thought only hypothetical not long ago.

I felt like this was the end of the world, as if the bloodlust and death I was sensing with my third-sight meant the whole world, and everyone I loved in it, was at stake. As if Miriam was the pillar that stood between salvation and destruction of the whole planet, and allowing that pillar to crumble would mean everything was lost.

I knew I didn’t have the necessary strength or magical capacity to deal with this threat.

I knew I’d probably just be in the way.

And yet, as much as I didn’t want to die, I knew I could at least do that -- stand between her and death.

To give her one last breath.

A single breath that might be the difference between life and death, for everyone.

For Serenity, for Gabriella, for everyone.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Bolting through the open doorway leading into the room with the massive metal door, the same one that was supposedly fragile compared to what resided beyond the gate, I was shocked to find both Gwen and Miriam alive, unlike my nightmarish vision.

A vision in which I imagined Miriam’s dead body on a pile of corpses, the emerald light slowly fading from her eyes.

They were both panicked, as they rapidly moved around, with Miriam painting on the floor with her own blood, her thin wrist sliced open, Gwen darting about the room in order to position glowing opals all around her mistress, as if she was anticipating exactly what her mistress was drawing on the floor…

But still alive, at least.

“Get out of here,” Miriam immediately hissed without looking up at me, urgently continuing to spread her blood around, pouring right over an opal as she urgently tried to draw out a pattern from her profusely bleeding wrist. “Seriously,” she quickly urged. “This isn’t a joke! I need to focus! Get to safety in the basement! There’s nothing you can do to help!”

I couldn’t budge, and not because of me rebelling against her wishes.

Whatever was coming was already here!

And whatever design Miriam was creating, she didn’t even look close to done!

Fuck!

I bolted forward just as the massive metal doors exploded open, barely remaining on the hinges, sincerely terrified when a massive humanoid creature with a disfigured face appeared out of the darkness, it’s head far above mine, it’s torso having four arms, it’s skin a dark gray, having patches that looked rotted as if it was sick with some kind of disease…

Or as if it was an animated corpse of some monstrosity, its heartbeat sounding off.

The scent of death was overwhelming, the craving to kill and slaughter both nauseating and horrifying, it’s clouded white eyes somehow focused and full of thirst for the blood being spilt before it.

“NO!” I cried out as it went for Miriam, who was still urgently painting as if it was her only option, a brilliant red bonfire erupting where Gwen had just been standing…

Having no doubt I was no match for the four arms that were each nearly as thick as my entire body, I tried to grab Miriam even as I spun to place myself between her and a certain death, instantly disoriented when an intense sickening pressure appeared in my chest, knocking the air out of me.

Time seemed to stop as I locked eyes with a horrified emerald gaze staring up at me, my body feeling limp, only for my vision to rapidly begin darkening as my head dropped, confused when I realized a massive hand was coming out of my chest.

A massive hand holding a fleshy heart in its grasp.

Diseased fingers holding…

My heart…

I couldn’t feel anything at all, as the world went completely dark.

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Gwen rushed down the basement stairs in a panic, carrying her traumatized mistress in her arms, having already cauterized her bleeding wrist with her fire, but knowing that Miriam’s violent shaking was coming from having both her legs broken when she tried to save the boy, even after he was dead.

So instead, the imp familiar carried her, attempting to run to safety in the basement as their last chance of survival.

If nothing else, she desperately hoped the narrow stairwell might be enough to slow it down.

The boy’s sacrifice was one Gwen was eternally grateful for, since that same massive hand had almost crushed her mistress’s skull, as she tried to finish her spell. But the maid also knew from catching the shadow of her mistress’s thoughts that it would be a death that would truly haunt the succubus for a very long time.

A death that might haunt her forever.

If only they’d had more time.

More warning.

But they’d been too late.

There wasn’t enough time for her mistress to activate the blood magic, and even if she had, Gwen knew deep down it wouldn’t have been enough to stop such an overwhelmingly powerful foe. A foe that, in her mistress’s head, rivaled that of the ancient Demon Lords, including the Imp Lords that once ruled her own race, giving the maid’s people unbelievable power from their presence alone, prior to their slow decline in numbers to their current state of being at near extinction.

But their assailant was no Imp Lord.

It was almost more like a wingless archdemon, though she’d certainly never heard of one having four arms.

Truly, she hadn’t a clue what could be chasing them down, sincerely terrified that her fire magic barely phased it when she attempted to rescue her mistress. And even more horrified that it was still chasing, right at their heels, large pieces of concrete falling from the walls as it forced its way down after them, breaking through the durable material like it was hard mud, instead of reinforced cement.

Ironically, what magic couldn’t destroy, due to all the wards and barriers placed down here, a strong physical force apparently had no problem crumbling to dust.

They were going to die.

The monster’s hot breath was practically at her neck.

There was nothing they had at their disposal, not even illusion magic, that was going to stop this horrifying creature. They’d lived so long peacefully in this mansion, her mistress having lived at this location for significantly longer than herself, and suddenly the day had come when it all came to an end.

Gwen was still going to fight to the death.

She was still going to do everything in her power to stop this enemy.

To protect her mistress.

But she had no hope of success.

All she could do was try to give her life too, in hopes that somehow, someway, her mistress might be able to survive this nightmare.

Having rounded a corner and bolted down the hall, Gwen knew they were already out of time, deciding to just set her mistress down right there, so she could prepare to put everything into her next attack.

Everything, including her lifeforce.

It was her only hope of creating a flame powerful enough to try to destroy this creature…

Or to at least harm it enough to force it to retreat.

The two of them exchanged no words as Gwen set Miriam on the hard-concrete floor, no goodbyes as the maid stood before her mistress and began to collect her magic into her clasped hands, no regrets as the hallway became full of brilliant red fireflies, radiating out of the inferno imp’s body.

The monster crashed down the last of the stairs and rounded the sharp corner, breaking part of the wall with its enormous shoulder as it did so, all four arms clawing around like it was searching for anything to grab and crush in its grasp.

Gwen let out a slow breath, ignoring the steam caused from her hot breath forcing the moisture in the air to evaporate, her slitted crimson eyes focused on her target, only…

Only for her heart to skip a beat.

Unexpectedly, she felt a surge of power well up inside of her, a power that was not her own, a strength that could only mean one thing.

An Imp Lord…

An Imp Lord was here!

She didn’t understand, she couldn’t comprehend how that was possible, she couldn’t fathom where it could have come from, and yet the strength flowing through her body was unmistakable. Because it was a strength she’d once known long ago as a young woman, prior to becoming imprisoned by time itself.

What had once felt like one person standing in her spot, suddenly felt like a hundred thousand, and with it her fears vanished, her hands calmly separating as she instead held up a single index finger, unexpectedly finding herself with the capacity to cast one of the most powerful spells her race could produce.

The spell that her race was named after.

Her lavender lips parted then as the monster began advancing, speaking calmly the words that she really wanted to scream, even as a pinprick of red light appeared at her fingertip.

“Evoke Vengeance -- Inferno.”

The space before her erupted with a hellish fire unlike no other, the likes of which almost none could withstand, the wards and barriers strained to their limit to prevent the explosion from detonating the whole mansion all around them.

Just like that they’d won.

Just like that, the fight was over.

Gwen’s confidence instantly shattered when she suddenly realized the monster advancing on them was barely harmed.

Because it wasn’t possible. It shouldn’t be possible.

More than her confidence, her will was crushed when an attack, thousands of times more powerful than she originally intended with her lifeforce, did nothing to stop this horror.

She dropped to her knees in front of her mistress the moment she fully understood there was nothing she could do to fight against their imminent death.

Because she’d failed.

They’d both failed.

Neither of them said anything as four massive hands reached out to end them. To crush their heads, and to mangle their bodies with an unstoppable strength.

Gwen couldn’t even close her eyes as enormous fingers wrapped around her skull, the world feeling like it was shaking beneath her, even as a rapidly escalating rumble vibrated throughout her bones.

Was this what it felt like to die?

Unexpectedly, the earsplitting roar of a hundred lions nearly ruptured her eardrums as the massive body before her flew away, the tearing of flesh unmistakable as a massive severed arm slammed against the wall. Her slitted crimson eyes widened in absolute confusion and disbelief as a second monster began wrestling with the first, both of them so tall that their horns scraped the concrete ceiling twelve feet high as they fought for dominance against each other.

For half a second, she was convinced it was the Imp Lord that had given her so much strength only moments ago, before immediately knowing that wasn’t the case as she absorbed the features of the second creature before her.

Imps didn’t have wings. Not even Imp Lords.

And they never had white hair, even in old age.

Never mind that she’d never seen anything living with a gaping hole in its chest, full of a blinding azure fire, pulsing rapidly like the manifestation of a fiery heart in place of a fleshy one. It wasn’t until she recognized the face, several times larger than she’d last seen, that she began to comprehend a trace of what in the hell was going on.

And yet that realization only left her more terrified.

She watched as the four-armed horror, fought against a two-armed, two-winged monster, her capacity to sense the shadows of another’s thoughts revealing that there was almost no distinction between the two, both nothing more than wild animals fighting to kill.

Fighting to slaughter.

The second monster used its wings like a second pair of arms, giving it the advantage over it’s now three-armed prey, forcing it to the ground as it ripped off another arm, pinning the last two limbs with those wings even as it began clawing at its chest, digging right into the flesh and bone with ease.

The prey roared and thrashed violently as it was slowly ripped apart, only for the noise to suddenly cut off when the predator thrust downward for its throat, sinking it’s dagger-like teeth in, even as it’s fingers were now deep into the chest cavity of its victim.

Gwen felt like all she could hear was the loud gulping as the vampiric nightmare drank, finally moving its hands again, digging and digging until it was sitting up to rip out a fleshy black heart.

Their initial assailant finally grew still then, dying just in time to miss out on witnessing its own heart being eaten by another, those sharp teeth now tearing into the fleshy pulsing muscle, swallowing it in large gulps.

Truly, Gwen was terrified.

She barely even noticed that the brilliant blue fire was rapidly vanishing from her sight, flesh closing around the gaping hole, a fleshy heart appearing within those disappearing flames. Suddenly, the vibrant azure glow felt like only a figment of her imagination, as if she’d imagined the whole thing.

As if she’d hallucinated the heart of fire pulsing inside what should be a dead creature.

At least, she thought it unreal, until those large hands reached down again, instantly incinerating the entire body beneath it with a flash of blinding white light, leaving only a pile of black ash behind.

Just like that, the first foe was completely gone.

Body and all.

Even its dismembered arms were a pile of ashes, despite the fact that they had both been lying several feet away.

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move.

And when slitted gold eyes finally focused toward them, she immediately did the one thing she could think of, to try to save them both. She positioned herself on her knees and thrust herself forward to prostrate herself on the ground, still completely naked, showing the most absolute sign of submission possible.

Submission even an animal could understand.

She didn’t even have to say anything to her mistress, the succubus immediately following her lead, even despite her broken legs, the need to survive overriding any pain she might be experiencing.

The predator moved closer, Gwen catching in its mind that it had caught scent of itself -- caught scent of its territory, plastered all over her mistress, the dead boy’s cum soaked into the red silk robe the succubus was still wearing.

When the literal giant stood over them and began reaching down to grasp the short redhead, Gwen desperately wanted to stop him, desperately wanted to defend the most important person in her life, but knew there was nothing she could do to help.

Nothing she could do that wouldn’t just make the situation worse.

And so she held her breath as she heard her mistress whimper from the pain, felt her heart race as she sensed Miriam being lifted into the air like a ragdoll, and silently prayed to any god that might exist that somehow, someway, they’d either survive this ordeal, or else at least suffer quick deaths, rather than long painful horrifying ones…

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I didn’t understand.

I just didn’t understand.

I wanted to fuck what was MINE to fuck, my physical hunger and thirst now having transitioned to a different kind of hunger, induced by the fire I’d created moments ago, yet my toy wasn’t reacting how I needed. I had been careful when I picked her up, and I was careful with her now as I held her in my arms, her body so much smaller than I remembered, and yet…

I didn’t understand.

She was soaking wet, that much was obvious from the scent alone, but there was absolutely no arousal at all. Just the opposite.

She was terrified.

Trembling in my arms, her eyes closed, her expression pained, she was terrified.

And yet, while it was obvious her body was ready for me to enjoy myself, at the same time the physical reaction felt like one of self-preservation, rather than pleasure. She wasn’t wet for me; she was wet for herself. Wet to protect herself, as if her body had learned to get wet in a situation like this -- a situation where she was terrified out of her mind.

But why was she scared?

Was it because her legs seemed broken?

Maybe that was the problem.

Carefully sitting down on the floor, crossing my long legs so that I could rest her in my lap against my now hard cock, I ignored her soft cry of pain while I readjusted her, slowly folding my wings around us both to further claim what belonged to me.

I opened my mouth then, my voice much deeper than I remembered.

“Fix yourself,” I demanded.

She stiffened in my arms, only to begin softly speaking under her breath, her voice trembling as she recited what could have been a song if it were sung, but instead sounded like a prayer, as it was whispered in hushed tones.

“The place at which I once resided, the place at which I now return. This flesh, this bone, this vessel of mine, obey, obey, make haste, obey. My soul, my spirit, this essence of mine, flow throughout, flow within, obey, obey, make haste, obey. Bone now mend, sinew now bind, flesh persist, and breathe new life. Make haste, make haste, make haste, persist. Make haste, make haste, make haste, obey.”

Oddly enough, hearing it once made it feel like I’d known it all my life, which only served to annoy me when she began repeating it, with nothing noticeable having happened to her wounds from the first incantation, even though I could feel the magic working.

“FASTER!” I snapped so loud that both women screamed from the outburst.

“I…I can’t,” the succubus stammered, her voiced filled with even more fear than before as she finally glanced up at me.

I gritted my teeth in annoyance, raising my voice even more, beginning to chant the spell myself, except modifying it to suit my own needs…

To suit my own pride.

“I reside, I now return,” I snarled. “This flesh, this bone, this vessel of mine. OBEY. My soul, my spirit, this essence of mine. OBEY. Bone mend. Sinew bind. Flesh persist. Breathe new life. Make haste. OBEY.”

She immediately shrieked at the top of her lungs as both broken legs audibly crunched, a sizzling sound occurring on her burned wrist, with me not even having to say the full idiotic chant before she was fixed.

She was fully healed.

Beads of sweat were dripping down her face now, as WHAT WAS MINE now looked exhausted, even though the pain had visibly vanished from her expression.

“You’re fixed,” I stated expectantly, my tone annoyed.

Because she should know what I wanted.

And she did know, with one of her shaking hands reaching down to touch the head of my engorged cock, her fingers trembling.

She was still afraid, growing even more wet.

“I don’t understand,” I finally announced harshly, causing her to flinch. “You’re mine. You belong to me. Get wet for me.”

“I…I am,” she stammered, her voice full of fear and anxiety.

“No, you’re not,” I retorted, tightening my wings around us.

The motion caused her to focus on them, tightening against her like a boa constrictor, yet not crushing her due to my arms also wrapped around, only for her to unexpectedly look up at me, her emerald eyes filling with tears.

“Stop crying!” I snapped.

“Who are you?” she whispered.

“I am who I am!” I snapped again.

“Your wings,” she whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks now.

“What about them?!” I demanded harshly.

Her body tensed as she responded quietly, still focused up at me. “Are they…are they safe?”

I just stared at her, my slitted gold eyes narrowing slightly, as I felt her previous question suddenly tugging on my mind.

‘Who are you?’

I knew who I was.

I was, who I was!

And yet…who was I?

Were my wings safe?

“I’m…”

My brow furrowed as I tried to define who I was.

I was strength.

I was power.

I was victory.

I was first.

To be me, was to win.

To be me, was to crush my enemies.

To be me, was to eliminate all weakness, both in myself and others, if I so chose.

I was me.

I was who I was.

And yet…

I was something else too.

I was…someone’s fiancé.

I was a…lover.

I was someone who…others trusted.

And I was someone who was…

Good.

My eyes widened in surprise at that realization.

I was good?

My mouth opened to speak.

“I am…me.” I focused on those tearful emerald eyes, focused on the scared, anxious, exhausted, and…hopeful…expression. “And…” I sighed heavily. “These wings are safe. For you.”

The female devil, who was prostrated and bowed before me, spoke up then, even as a hint of relief touched the succubus’s eyes.

“Master Kai,” she said respectfully, her tone slightly pleading. “Please don’t try to fuck my mistress right now. This situation is forcing her to remember old traumas. She may never be able to look at you the same if you try to satisfy your own needs…” Her voice trailed off. “You can fuck me instead. I am willing. My body is yours.”

I took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, focusing on Miriam’s slightly pained look in her eyes, even as I struggled with what I wanted, versus what ‘not me’ wanted -- the wishes of someone else.

Miriam spoke then, her expression softening. “I’ll forgive you if you can’t resist the urge. Now that you’re you again, I can offer that.”

“Mistress,” Gwen whispered under her breath, her tone pleading. “You don’t understand. He’s going to be rough. Very rough.”

The female devil was correct. I would fuck what was mine.

But I wanted what was currently in my arms. And wanted to indulge in the scent of her arousal, not the scent of her fear and anxiety. But if she wouldn’t get aroused, then maybe I’d just take what I could get for now.

After all, my seed was already all over her, and I’d fill every orifice with it too. Her throat, her ass, her cunt, my fluids making her want me. And then I’d do the same to the maid too. They were both mine.

And I’d enjoy myself with their carnal forms.

I gritted my teeth as my cock strained, more than prepared to do so.

“Would it help if I was smaller?” I finally asked, feeling like something was holding me back from just doing what I wanted. Something deep down that made my current desires feel like they went against the core of who I was.

Still, I felt like I needed this.

I needed the sex.

After using up so much energy in the last handful of minutes, I needed the sexual energy.

Her emerald eyes widened in surprise at the question about my size, before her expression shockingly took on a hint of affection. Only a slight hint. “As you are, I can fit you,” she said reassuringly, as if she was trying to comfort me now. “I had no problem giving birth the two times I was pregnant, because my body is a bit different than that of a human woman, my cervix and womb both capable of doing things impossible for humans. Your girth and length won’t be a problem for me.”

“Or me,” Gwen whispered, her tone still pleading. “I can handle it too, as the males of my kind are all very large. So please. Take me. Not her.”

I again glanced at the prostrated female devil bowing before me, and then returned my gaze to those emerald eyes.

“But you don’t want to right now,” I pointed out, knowing it was the truth from her scent.

Miriam hesitated briefly, grimacing as she took a slow deep breath in my arms. “No,” she finally admitted quietly. “In this exact moment…I do not wish to do so…”

I turned my head away from her.

I needed this.

I needed the sex.

But I couldn’t have it right now. Not from her.

Not if I wanted her to be willing.

“Dammit,” I mumbled.

She didn’t respond. Neither of them did.

And so we all fell silent.

- CHAPTER 43: Ego -

As I held the terrified succubus in my arms, I struggled between what I wanted versus what was ‘good’ and ‘right,’ all of us falling silent while my internal turmoil raged. But as the seconds ticked by, my willingness to do as they wished slowly increased with each passing minute, with my mind incrementally feeling more and more like my old self, even as my body remained unchanged.

After a handful of minutes, I became less opposed to the idea of letting go of this succubus and roughly pounding the naked imp -- became less opposed to climbing on the sexy female devil, aggressively grabbing her furry muscular thighs, and shoving my engorged cock in her cunt.

And then, after a few more minutes, I slowly became less opposed to not fucking at all right now.

Became less opposed to waiting until they were both more willing…

It wasn’t until one of the doors creaked open down the concrete hall, an obviously anxious redhead MILF peeking her head out of the doorway, that I focused again on the others.

Meeting Mrs. Rebecca’s gaze briefly, watching her visibly gulp, knowing she was still just as naked as Gwen, I looked back down at Ms. Miriam, taking another slow deep breath.

“Sorry,” I whispered. “For scaring you,” I added quietly.

The maid finally sat up the moment my ‘old self’ clicked more fully in place, focusing upward at me, considering I was still quite a bit higher even while on my ass. This time when she spoke, I felt like she was speaking to my old self, rather than speaking to something that scared her.

“Kai,” she said gently. “My mistress did not get a chance to activate her spell earlier, but she still lost a lot of blood, and even just setting the spell up is draining on her. On top of that, you forced her body to heal much faster than she would normally be able to handle. Faster than should be possible with that spell. I believe she will be alright if you choose to continue holding her, and nothing more, but she needs to rest.”

I nodded, glancing back down at my succubus, finally truly registering just how exhausted she really looked.

“Furthermore,” Gwen continued. “If the barrier was breached, then it is probably still open. If possible, I would prefer you let her rest in her own bed, and come protect me while I try to close the dimensional gate.” She paused. “Please,” she added.

I took a deep breath, focusing down on Ms. Miriam, finally finding myself able to voice a question that I wouldn’t have been able to voice mere minutes ago.

“What…what do you want?”

Miriam paused before answering. “I want to rest in my bed,” she agreed. “And I want you to help Gwen close the gate. I want you to protect her. And when you’re done, I want you to watch over me until I’ve recovered. Preferably at your normal size, if you can go back to how you were.”

I took one last deep breath, and then nodded, deciding to respond to her last request. “If that’s what you wish, then I’ll do that now.”

I then grimaced slightly from the discomfort, as Miriam slowly began growing larger in my arms, with me loosening my wings as the curled space began growing tighter, finally looking up at Gwen as her head rose to be more level with mine.

My body actually got smaller…and yet I found it easier to perceive it as if I was allowing them to match my size.

Strange how my pride had grown so significantly.

But then again, it was that same pride that allowed me to win a fight against a creature that killed me, so easily, only moments before.

The same pride that would never allow me to die again.

Because I was invincible now.

I was unkillable.

I was immortal…

More than that.

I was so much more than that.

Fuck, I was practically on par with a mythical god…or at least a demigod.

Nothing would ever defeat me again.

I’d slaughter all my enemies without hesitation.

Finally standing up with Miriam in my arms, Gwen rose to her feet as well, anticipating my intentions and quickly passing me up, to lead me down the hallway and up the stairs. We both ignored the pile of black ashes, walking around on the small amount of flooring that was left untouched by the soot. We likewise ignored all the chunks of concrete littering the stairwell as we climbed to the first floor.

Honestly, I shouldn’t have been so surprised that Ms. Miriam’s ‘bedroom’ on the second floor was like its own suite of rooms, involving a living room, mini-kitchen, master bathroom, and of course an actual sleeping room for her massive canopy bed.

And somewhat unsurprisingly, the color schemes matched what I’d seen in Mrs. Rebecca’s house, including various shades of red and gray, making the space look very romantic and modern, even if it was clear that romance wasn’t on the menu right now.

My hormones had finally calmed down, the overwhelming hunger that I’d felt previously having mostly died out, allowing me to begin focusing on the important task at hand that needed to be accomplished.

Which was completely accomplished in the nude.

Maybe it was the sex earlier, or maybe it was my new sense of pride, but I just didn’t care to put on clothes when the only purpose would be to hide an otherwise awkward embarrassment that just didn’t exist for me right now. And similarly, Gwen appeared to be much less concerned about hiding her nudity than she was about closing the dimensional gate that could theoretically release another monster.

However, when we together made our way deep underneath the mansion to the cavern lit with orange glowing crystals, the ominous aura of bloodlust having disappeared, we discovered something entirely unexpected.

The barrier was intact.

The crystals were completely undrained.

And after a few minutes of confusion, Gwen finally identified the faint traces of a summoning ritual. Which meant, rather than fully breaching the gate, something intelligent had essentially made a temporary portal to bypass Ms. Miriam’s defenses.

A true loophole to her barrier.

All the castor needed was an anchor into our world. Something full of magical energy that could be latched onto.

It was something Gwen never would have imagined being feasible, but it was the only explanation for what we found. And her first thought was that we might have left an opal behind, which would have been the perfect catalyst for a transdimensional summoning, but none were missing.

I briefly recalled that some of my precum had splattered on the floor and walls, dripping from Ms. Miriam’s tail and ass, but immediately thought the idea ridiculous that my fluids could be used as such an anchor. Gwen didn’t respond to that thought, and I suspected she might not have even caught it, since she wasn’t actually reading my mind, instead only sensing the shadows of my thoughts.

Thankfully, on a positive note, now that they knew they had a gap in their defenses, Gwen felt confident her mistress could use wards to prevent such a thing from happening again. However, it still raised a really important question, beyond the ‘how?’

Why?

Why go to so much trouble? What was the goal?

One option was that the monster was meant to succeed in killing everyone, so the gate could be opened permanently. But another, possibly more likely option, was that the whole thing was just a distraction, for the intelligent individual to escape the hellish world while we all fought for our lives, with our survival or destruction being insignificant either way, assuming their own goal was personal freedom from the other dimension.

Of course, that last idea caused us to do a full sweep of the mansion, searching for any detectable traces that someone else had been through, but we found nothing. And while the idea was truly disturbing, such an individual wouldn’t be hanging around to go ‘boo’ in the night anyway.

On the contrary, if they put in all that effort to escape, then they would probably be highly motivated to put as much distance between themselves and the dimensional gate as realistically as possible.

However, in the end, we didn’t fully know what their goal was.

And all Miriam and Gwen could do in the future was ward against summoning rituals, so that nothing like this ever happened again. Personally, I still wasn’t sure how I felt about the situation, feeling a little aggressive still, and a bit angry, while also feeling emotionally numb at the same time. However, I felt like there wouldn’t be any further threats from this gate, considering Ms. Miriam had gone so long without having a breach in the first place, and would be able to eliminate this gap in their defenses as soon as she recovered.

Thus, in the meantime, once I’d spoken briefly with Mrs. Rebecca, I took my phone back to Ms. Miriam’s bedroom, intending on making a phone call before keeping my promise to stay with the short minx until she recovered.

“Hey Kai!” Serenity said cheerfully in greeting, the moment she answered my call. “Are you on your way home now? It’s so weird, because I’m used to not seeing you all day, since I have work and you have school most days, but it’s like your absence has left a void for all of us. Can’t wait to have you home again.”

I cleared my throat, suspecting that her recent blood meal was the reason for her chipper mood. “Umm, actually we might be a bit longer, Ren,” I admitted. “Something actually happened. Something really bad.”

Serenity’s tone was immediately serious. “Something bad?” she repeated. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I probably shouldn’t say much over the phone, but we are all okay. I’ll explain everything when I get home.”

Unexpectedly, I heard Gabriella speak up in the background, her improved hearing likely having heard what I said. “Is my mom okay?” she asked seriously.

“Yeah, she’s okay,” I said reassuringly to my fiancé, knowing she could hear. “Literally just spoke to her a few seconds ago. But the person we came to see actually got a little hurt, so we’re going to stay until she’s feeling better. Might be later tonight before we head home.”

“Oh no,” Serenity said in sincere concern, lowering her voice, as if that did anything to reduce the chances of someone spying on our phone conversation. “Was it the stone?” she asked seriously. “Did it hurt them?”

My eyes widened in surprise, having almost forgotten about that. “Oh. No. Actually, it wasn’t.” I sighed. “I promise I’ll explain everything when we get back. And like I said, Mrs. Rebecca and I are both fine, so don’t worry.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay. I miss you, Kai. And I love you. Please try to come home as soon as you can.”

“I will,” I agreed. “And honestly, I might just have to skip school tomorrow,” I added, recalling it would be Monday. Shit, what a ridiculously long weekend. Longest ever. I wasn’t sure I’d believe someone claiming that so much could happen in such a short period of time, were it not for experiencing it myself. “Not sure I can deal with normal life right now.”

Serenity sighed. “Yeah, actually, I think I’ll just call in sick for work myself. I need to spend time with you. Maybe we can make a trip to the mall or something, just me and you, and hang out together. Or we can stay home if you want. I just need to be with you really bad.”

“I know,” I agreed, realizing I felt the same way. Realizing that how I felt about Serenity was tugging me out of my numbness and apathy. “And we’ll sleep together tonight, okay?” I added.

She made a happy noise. “Okay,” she replied, almost sounding timid.

“Love you!” Gabriella called out. “Please don’t wait too long to come home.”

“Love you too,” I replied sincerely to my fiancé. “Bye for now. Love you both.”

They both said a final farewell, and then I hung up.

Taking a deep breath, still completely naked and feeling no need to put anything on, I walked over to Ms. Miriam’s bed, setting my phone down on a lamp table, and then climbed into the massive structure. I then carefully laid down next to her unconscious form, gently pulling her silk covered body into my arms so that she was between me and the doorway, allowing me to keep an eye on anyone coming into the room, with her not rousing at all from my slow movements.

I then just held her in my arms, unsurprised when Gwen made an appearance only a few minutes later, likewise still naked.

“Do you need anything?” she whispered, walking right up to the bed. “You are still welcome to use me, if you need to fuck. I’ll do everything in my power to pleasure you. And you may be as rough as you desire.”

I took a deep breath, not looking at her face at all, just staring at her muscular thighs, examining her thick silky fur starting in the middle, sincerely contemplating her offer. I also noticed a spot where her midnight fur was a bit glossy and clumped together on her lower thigh, recalling that had been where Ms. Miriam placed her wet hand after fisting the maid.

I then spoke.

“If you have nothing else you need to attend to, then please stay close,” I finally said. “I’ll fuck you in a little while. Once I feel a little more confident that I can control myself,” I added, deciding to be honest, since she could catch traces of my thoughts anyway.

She nodded. “As you wish,” she replied, giving a little curtsey and then carefully sitting on the edge of the bed, resting one leg flat on the blanket to angle herself toward me, her other hooved foot on the floor.

Neither of us spoke then, and my mind began to wander, thinking of all kinds of random things, mostly remembering thoughts that I’d had earlier in the day. Because my unmistakable death and resurrection were sort of like waking up from a bad dream, and being confused about where you were upon rousing, needing a few seconds to remember where you were.

Except, for me, it felt like I was remembering my old self, with distant memories feeling very real while my most recent experiences felt hazy, almost as if I couldn’t remember the difference between what happened earlier today, versus what was just a dream.

At least I hadn’t forgotten my sexual experiences, but I was only now beginning to really remember all the little details, regarding the offer Ms. Miriam had made to me, as well as how she planned on dealing with the black rock, and the fact that it had a curse on it meant to kill me, and so much more.

“Yes,” Gwen unexpectedly whispered. “It was something my mistress considered in passing, prior to falling asleep. The fact that you died and resurrected -- the fact that you’ve become something so powerful upon coming back to life -- has caused her to wonder if the death curse was meant to kill you…for your benefit. To force you to become what you now are.”

“And what am I?” I wondered seriously, still having no clue as to who might have been responsible for putting that dangerous curse on the stone.

“I don’t know,” Gwen replied honestly. “Your presence is filling me with more power than I’ve experienced before, something that only Imp Lords can do to someone like me. And yet, you are not an Imp Lord.” She chuckled a little then, seeming to lighten up a bit. “And you’re giving me so much control. I don’t even have my, umm, butt plug inside me, and yet I’m able to regulate my temperature on my own. Because of you.”

I nodded, already being aware. Because I did feel a link between us.

A link that existed because I felt her presence, and immediately claimed her, the exact moment that I regained consciousness back in the room I died in. And since then, she’d had access to some of the power simmering inside of me, because she was mine.

“But you can’t be an archdemon either,” she continued. “I mean, you did kind of look like one when you were really big, but you have traits that such a being wouldn’t have. Like existing without a physical heart.”

I simply shrugged in response.

“They also don’t drink blood,” she added quietly. “Or at least, not to heal.”

Of course, Ms. Miriam and I had already discussed the subject a bit, about how I was sort of a Frankenstein of supernatural creatures, on a genetic level. But that such magic to actually do that level of modification had long since been lost.

Honestly, I felt like finding out what my mother truly was might shed light on some of the mystery, and maybe even allow it all to make sense, but at this point contemplating didn’t help much, since there was nothing we could really do until I could hear the message on that stone and hope it offered some clues.

Sighing, I then recalled Ms. Miriam’s offer again, as well as how hard I’d made her cum, just prior to shit hitting the fan and us all almost dying.

Gwen replied to my unspoken thoughts, even though I really wasn’t trying to ask right now.

Answering a question that I had intentionally refused to mention when I’d first thought of it.

“You have to understand,” she whispered quietly, proceeding cautiously even though she knew I didn’t want to talk about it. “Sex has been an everyday part of her life for thousands of years. She’s lived almost every day of her life fucking whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and the activity itself serves to feed her, entertain her, and give her life meaning. Never mind the fact that she siphons off energy to keep the barrier sustained.” She paused to let that sink in, before getting to her point. “So expecting her to just stop that all entirely is expecting a lot. And it would be a lot for anyone in her situation. It would be a million times harder than a smoker kicking the habit.” She sighed. “If my mistress is bored, she doesn’t watch TV, she finds someone to fuck. If my mistress is hungry, she sometimes visits the kitchen to eat, and sometimes visits the kitchen to fuck her chef. Or to fuck one of the hired help. And that’s been her life basically forever. Truly forever, compared to how long you’ve been alive.”

I tried not to let her words bother me, but there was a reason why I hadn’t asked this question outright. A reason why I hadn’t asked Ms. Miriam myself earlier when I’d first thought of the subject.

Gwen continued, her tone more gentle. “I wouldn’t dare presume to know what my mistress will or won’t do, but I also feel I should speak the truth. That such an expectation should be perceived as unreasonable, given how she’s lived her life for thousands of years now.”

I found myself incrementally tightening my embrace on the short woman in my arms without realizing it. Because she was mine.

“You can expect that of me though,” Gwen unexpectedly said quietly, her tone almost somber. “My mistress and her daughter Rebecca, as well as Rebecca’s now deceased biological mother, are the only three people I’ve ever had sex with. I’ve never fucked a man -- only watched occasionally -- and once you fuck me, you’ll be the first and only male who has.” She paused. “I can’t deny my mistress, and would like to still be able to share intimacy with Rebecca, but it seems like you don’t mind any of that. So you can place those expectations on me. Your cock will be the only one to claim me.”

Oddly enough, while I felt like I would be claiming her with my cock, the moment I grabbed her and fucked her, I didn’t feel like all the cocks that had been in Ms. Miriam had anything to do with her being claimed.

Maybe because she was always the one in control?

Or maybe because her being a succubus made me accepting of the idea?

Or maybe just because she could literally kill anyone with her very existence, in the event any guy tried to ‘claim’ her, since fucking her more than a handful of times could actually kill a normal human.

Honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure if that was it or not, but I still couldn’t help but hope that maybe Ms. Miriam really would give up other men for me. Especially since I could fill the role of a true partner, unlike all other males who couldn’t keep up with her biological needs.

And I mean, I didn’t really mind her fucking women so much, in the event she couldn’t handle giving up random sex entirely.

Because Gwen was right.

I’d be asking Ms. Miriam to change something she’d literally done for practically forever. It was like what she herself originally said, when I first saw her in the kitchen earlier in the day, how seduction never got old for her, and she always enjoyed it when she overwhelmed someone with her erotic presence. Truly, it was a source of entertainment for her, as well as just a biological aspect of her very existence.

Dammit.

“She does still want you,” Gwen added. “But you view her as being yours, whereas she views you as being hers. If she had her way, then she’d make you her sex pet, like how I am, and continue living her life how she always has, except that you’d be a priority in that routine.”

“So then, it’ll just come down to who exactly owns who,” I blurted out, feeling a little aggressive again.

The naked maid grimaced at that. “You can own me,” she whispered. “But please remember your humanity. Please don’t force her to submit to you like that.”

“And why not?” I asked seriously, feeling confident I had the strength to make her do what I wanted, if I chose to exert that power.

“Because she won’t be able to love you, if you do,” she whispered. “It’ll be the same as earlier, when you tried to make her get aroused for you. Simply because you wanted it. Even though her legs were broken at the time.”

I sighed, feeling irritated. “So dumb.”

“It’s not dumb,” she said gently. “You might also struggle to love and respect her, if she forced you like that.”

I took a deep breath, knowing she was probably right.

Oh well.

I still had Serenity and Gabriella.

I could figure out how I was going to deal with Ms. Miriam later.

However, I didn’t like feeling as if I was losing.

Because to be me, meant winning.

Nothing defeated me.

Nothing.

And so, I realized what I wanted to do now, finally focusing on Gwen more intently. “I’m ready to fuck you,” I announced, beginning to slide away from the succubus so I could sit up.

Gwen didn’t seem surprised that I wasn’t asking.

She knew it wasn’t a request.

It was a demand.

“Where do you want me?” she asked quietly.

Obediently.

“On the floor,” I demanded. “Hands and knees.”

She complied immediately.

Feeling confident enough now that I wouldn’t accidentally break her, I dropped to my own knees between her spread hooves, roughly grabbing her wide hips and shoving forward. She hissed as I sank the head of my cock just into the entrance of her tight asshole, obviously not having anticipated me hitting that spot.

Granted, that truly hadn’t been my goal, so after pulling back, I took my time as I aimed another couple of inches down.

She moaned this time as I buried my cock in her cunt, sinking in all the way without any resistance.

“I think I’ll cum in your pussy, and then return to your asshole,” I announced, beginning to thrust into her with powerful strokes, my fingers tight on her wide bony hips as I jerked her back on my shaft, her ass slapping me loudly.

She didn’t respond, her hands flat on the floor like she was trying to hold onto something as I forced her body to rock onto my engorged member, my hands gripping even more tightly on her hips, controlling her movement with my tight grasp. Making her fuck in sync with my own efforts.

I was surprised when she finally spoke up after only about half a minute of silence. “I’m…I’m going to cum,” she gasped, only to groan as I began thrusting harder.

“Keep quiet if you do,” I retorted, knowing she was being honest, since I didn’t need her to get there to enjoy myself, and she knew that. “Don’t want to wake your mistress,” I added, my tone almost taunting.

She only whimpered in response, beginning to sincerely moan, her hands lifting and repositioning on the floor repeatedly, as if she wasn’t sure what to do with herself.

And I unexpectedly decided I was done with this position.

Pulling out entirely, she squeaked as I pushed her over in one swift motion, forcing her on her back, and climbed on top of her, shoving my cock right back into her pussy.

She groaned loudly, her furry legs instantly wrapping tightly around my hips, interlocking her hooved feet, her chest initially arcing upward in ecstasy before her arms pulled herself against my front, alerting me to the fact that I’d grown a little larger. Because she should be as tall as me, and yet her horns barely reached my chin right now.

Fucking her body even harder, I ignored it when she abruptly started muffling her orgasmic cries against my chest, finally wrapping my own arms around her shoulders, placing my weight on my elbows, to keep her more still as I plunged into her over and over again, my own pleasure beginning to reach its climax.

I shot my load deep into her cunt only seconds later, finding nothing overly passionate about the act, but definitely experiencing a relief that I desperately needed. And even more so when I felt her own passion suddenly begin to rapidly escalate, my cum having an obvious effect on her body, causing her skin to flush underneath me as she began swimming in her own ecstasy.

“Yeah, that’s what I needed,” I mumbled, beginning to thrust again, knowing I wouldn’t have to work too hard to make her get there a second time. “Give me all that energy.”

“Yes, master,” she whimpered, her moans rapidly growing in volume.

“Keep it down,” I demanded.

“Yes, master. Sorry, master,” she whimpered again, only to sob unexpectedly. “Oh please. Oh please, yes. Oh please, fuck me harder, master.”

I decided to humor her, readjusting my weight on my right elbow, my arm still beneath her shoulders, only to cup the back of her head with my left hand, my fingers gripping her black hair.

Her body immediately started jerking as she cummed a second time, prompting me to pull her head firmly against my chest, the twitching immediately shifting to intense squirming as I muffled her cry of ecstasy, briefly cutting off her air in the process.

I then waited for a few seconds as I siphoned her passion into my body, continuing to suffocate her until just before her pleasure was about to turn to anxiety, prior to panic, finally releasing her at the perfect time so that she could resume her sobbing now that the euphoria had subsided.

“I feel better,” I informed her, deciding I should probably inquire about her own experience. “Was any of that unfavorable?” I wondered.

She immediately shook her head. “I’ve never felt so good,” she whimpered, another sob wracking her body beneath mine. “I didn’t know sex with a man could be like this.”

“Doubtful a normal man could compete,” I said seriously.

“Of course, master,” she agreed, sniffling now. “I meant no offense. Please use me again whenever you are of need.”

“I will,” I replied. “But for now, I am finally satisfied.”

She took a shaky breath, sniffling again. “I think your need for sexual energy has grown,” she commented, simply echoing my own thoughts on the subject, since I’d begun to wonder that myself. “But it appears your control has dramatically improved as well.”

I nodded, deciding to remain with my cock buried in her, enjoying how she was wrapped around me, hugging most of her body against mine. “I think your right,” I agreed. “I don’t think I really had much of a ‘need’ for sexual energy before. But now, it feels like I might have sort of ‘gotten older,’ in terms of that aspect of my development.”

She nodded in agreement against my chest. “You might have been able to go another few years without having a need for sex, prior to what happened earlier. But now, I think you truly will need sex from now on.” She paused. “If you find that your other women are not enough to sustain you, I’ll speak to my mistress about moving in with you, so I can attend to your needs. My body is more durable than a human, so you can be as rough as you require. And you can fuck me whenever, and however, you desire.”

I frowned at that, knowing I was going to expect her to allow me to fuck her like that either way. “Good. Because I actually think I’ve changed my mind. I’m not done yet.” I pulled my cock out, angling it down just a little, before shoving forward again, this time effortlessly burying myself in her ass.

Gwen’s entire body jerked, even as her eyes fluttered closed, her chin jutting upward, a loud guttural groan of ecstasy erupting out of her throat.

“Quiet,” I demanded, beginning to thrust roughly.

“Y-Yes, m-m-master,” she stammered in almost a whisper, her tits bouncing as I plowed into her, her thick muscular thighs tightening on my hips. “S-S-Sorry, m-master. F-Fuck me h-h-harder, master.”

I had no problem complying with her request.

Because I had no intention on being gentle -- not with her, considering the fact that if I was going to be aggressive with anyone, then it should at least be someone who could handle it.

And she could definitely handle it.

FEEDBACK: Thoughts about these two chapters? Our MC has swung dramatically in the other direction, and will slowly balance out between his old self and new 'drunk on power' self.

UPCOMING: In the next chapter, I might have the POV be from one of the females' perspectives (probably Avery), to kind of see how things are going back home.

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