Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 39

April 25, 2021

NOTE: This chapter is one of the longer ones, so I hope you enjoy it.

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- CHAPTER 39: Enigma -

Truly I was at a loss.

As was the succubus Miriam.

Comparing notes, of what I could do contrasted against her knowledge of the supernatural realm all around us, existing in plain sight in the normal world, we discovered some major inconsistencies regarding my physical traits.

First, incubi didn’t have wings, whereas certain other types of demons, like succubi and archdemons -- the latter of which were very tall and powerful demons towering over ten feet -- all had wings. However, even despite that, there was no such thing as ‘growing wings’ as far as she was aware.

A demon either had the extra appendages, or they didn’t, and while my slight transformation wasn’t entirely bizarre on its own, which was why she didn’t think much of my shifting skin, hair, and eye colors, the growing of entirely new limbs was very bizarre.

And then there was my regeneration and occasional need for blood.

Certainly, there were blood-drinkers in the world, all of whom drank only blood, but the list of such creatures did not include incubi.

Or succubi.

Or imps.

Or archdemons.

So I had the transformed body and compulsion of an incubus, wings akin to an archdemon, a form of regeneration that was unheard of, and the occasional dietary needs of some truly cursed creatures.

Not to mention, there was the contradiction that was my parents, with my father pretty much being required to be a true incubus for me to have the strength of compulsion I wielded, whereas the only way I would have a human form was if my mother was also human, leaving the glaring question -- how did I end up like this?

“It’s like you’re a chimera,” Miriam finally said in disbelief, still sitting just above my cock, her tail wrapped around the head, my shaft in her crack as she shook her head at what seemed to be an absurd idea.

I cleared my throat, still propped up on my elbows, enjoying her small hands on my chest. “And what does that mean, aside from the obvious lion-goat thing that’s called that?”

She sighed. “Basically exactly what it sounds like. You have so many inconsistent traits that it just doesn’t make sense, as if you’re a demonic Frankenstein. Pieces of different races of demons sewn together. Except more on a genetic level.” She paused when I gave her a look, only to roll her emerald eyes. “Yes, I know what Frankenstein is, silly. I’m old, not culturally illiterate.” She smiled more warmly then, only for her green eyes to become unfocused slightly as she spoke softer. “I actually remember when the black-and-white film came out in theaters.”

I nodded, my thoughts focused on the primary topic. “But you don’t really think that’s true, right?” I asked hesitantly. “That I’m some sort of Frankenstein?”

She gave me a small smile, unexpectedly leaning up to press her lips tenderly against mine. “From what I can tell,” she whispered. “You have an incubus father, a mostly human mother, if not entirely human, and you were born normally. If there’s an unknown element in all this, it must be magical. Though the kind of magic that could modify a person like this has long since been lost.”

“What do you mean?” I wondered.

She took a deep breath, leaning forward and resting her cheek against my chest, seeming to get comfortable as she snuggled against me.

Hesitantly, I decided to lay back too, my wings shifting beneath me as I got more comfortable, the webbed bony fingers stretching out to either side, extending quite a bit past the edges of the large bed.

In response, Miriam shimmied her body a little higher on mine, her tail releasing my cock finally as she folded out her shiny black wings to rest them on mine, suddenly feeling like we were almost holding hands as our sets of ancillary appendages met and rested together on the bed.

She then finally spoke up. “Are you aware that succubi and incubi cannot produce full-blooded children of our kind?”

I cleared my throat, gently reaching up to rest my hands on her waist. “Umm, yeah, Gwen mentioned that to me earlier.”

She nodded against my chest. “It’s because we’re cursed creatures,” she admitted. “Believe it or not, I was once a human, long, long ago.”

My eyes widened in shock. “You were?” I said in disbelief.

She nodded again, her cheek rubbing against my chest. “Yes,” she whispered. “Feels like an eternity ago, but I was. As were all others of my kind, and your father’s kind.”

“So what happened?” I wondered. “Does it have to do with this magic you’re referring to?”

“It does,” she affirmed. “A very powerful being, who was soiled in the death of an uncountable number of souls and thus overflowing with a seeming endless supply of power, demanded all people worship him as a god.” She sighed. “In reality, he really only terrorized a handful of cities, none of which even remotely compare to the metropolitans that exist today, but the curses he inflicted on the people who refused were very real.”

“And immortality was a part of that curse?” I said in confusion, wondering why someone like that would give an ability that most would view as a blessing.

She shivered slightly in my arms. “No,” she whispered. “This creature wanted unconditional devotion, and many of us who denied him were cursed to exist forever alone, and would remain that way until we finally agreed to his will. He…” Her voice trailed off, her muscles tensing. “He killed my entire family in front of my eyes, and then made me what I am now, damning me to exist forever without the capacity to truly love another person.” She shivered again. “The process was agonizing, to the point that I begged for death. To the point that I can still remember how horrible it felt, even after all this time, as if it happened yesterday.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered sincerely, finally wrapping my arms fully around her thin waist, a few inches below her wings, and pulling her tight against me.

Her muscles relaxed a little in my embrace. “And it was the same for incubi. Many are men who had their wives and children slain in front of their eyes, only to go through a similar agonizing process that left them empty, powerless, and devoid of hope.”

I frowned at that. “But what about the compulsion thing? That doesn’t seem like it was meant to be a curse. And it’s definitely not powerless. Just the opposite.”

She sighed. “Because it’s not a curse,” she agreed. “Nor was a succubus like me meant to live a content life as I currently do.”

“I don’t understand,” I admitted.

Her tone was suddenly sharp. Almost angry even. “We killed him,” she said firmly. “Though not all at once. An unknown group worked together to curse this creature’s existence and disperse it into a multitude of horrors that were more manageable to take down individually.” She paused, her thin red eyebrows knitted together. “One monster became hundreds of weaker ones, a few of which I personally helped defeat.” She sighed. “However, in attempting to claim our revenge, what we didn’t expect was for his complete destruction to bring unexpected blessings.”

“Blessings like manipulating lust?” I assumed. “And I guess having the capacity to love anyone, no matter how they look?”

She made an amused noise. “And manipulating people,” she agreed. “Succubi who were damned to an eternity without love found more than plenty, and incubi who were damned to be powerless and never have hope, discovered a sincerely disturbing level of power over others.” She paused. “And with the monster’s destruction, the magic that created us also disappeared from the world.”

I nodded, trying to picture this short adorable woman fighting off some unspeakable horror, feeling like it was strange that all of these events happened in less than a normal lifetime…

A normal lifetime, thousands of years ago.

“So, does that mean you all know each other?” I wondered seriously.

She looked up at me in confusion, her cheek still against my chest. “Oh, no. Not at all.” She then laughed. “You have to understand that transportation wasn’t like it is today. What you can now travel in an hour, would have taken months back then. A city that was ten or twenty miles away back then would be almost equivalent to someone living on the other side of the world in modern days. Really, you could take a plane to the other side of the world in about a day, whereas back then it would take months to go even a fraction of that distance.”

I nodded. “So then, you don’t know my father,” I assumed.

“Definitely not,” she agreed. “That is one curse that remained. Succubi are repulsed by incubi, especially since we can sense the nature of a person’s existence, and most of those cursed men have become monsters by anyone’s definition. Including your father, though it sounds as if he might be a bit more civil than most, based on what I read in his letter.”

I nodded. “So now what?”

She sighed. “As far as unraveling the mystery that is you? I need to start with dispelling that curse so you can hear your mother’s message.” She focused up at me. “It’s a message meant to only be heard by you, so I won’t be able to experience it myself, unless you’d be willing to allow me to do a complicated spell that’ll temporarily merge our souls.”

“Fuck,” I hissed in surprise.

“It would only be temporary,” she said reassuringly. “And when I say ‘merge,’ it’s more like our souls would touch briefly, enough that the spell containing the message wouldn’t be able to fully distinguish between us and allow me to experience the message as well.” She frowned. “I’d be hesitant to do it with most, but would be willing with you, considering how pure your soul is.”

I sighed. “I guess maybe,” I replied hesitantly. “Might be good if you hear it firsthand, rather than me trying to tell you what she said, since you might pick up on something significant that I would ignore.”

“Exactly,” she agreed with an affectionate grin. She then scooted up on my body and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. “So,” she then said, her tone becoming husky and seductive, even as a warmth began increasing in my gut beneath her wet snatch. “Since your third-eye truly is shut tight, are you ready for me to fuck you, so I can use the surge of lust to try to break the seal and force it open a tiny bit?”

Oh fuck.

“Umm,” I gasped as she leaned down to begin planting tender kisses on my neck. “I, umm, I guess if it’s necessary, then…”

She laughed, continuing to plant kisses. “Ooo, you’re so fucking cute, I could just eat you up.” She then giggled. “Maybe I will eat you up,” she added playfully. “I made sure not to overeat at lunch, so that I would have plenty of room to slurp up all your yummy cum, just in case.”

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

She scooted up a little higher to bring her lips up to my ear. “So how about it, young man? Want me to milk your cock for you?” She paused to suck on my earlobe, her hot breath from her cute nose tickling my ear. “Want to fuck my throat and feed me dessert? I’m really hungry for some yummy dessert. You will cum in my mouth, won’t you? Pretty please?”

Instantly, everything changed as it felt like my lust exploded.

My whole body tensed, suddenly feeling like I couldn’t breathe, every fiber of my being washed in a euphoria unlike anything else I’d ever experienced. And with it, this short sexy succubus abruptly planted her succulent lips on mine, suddenly blowing into my mouth with surprising force, the harshness abruptly forcing my lungs to expand, and with it an entirely different sensation.

A heat.

A heat that quickly gripped the back of my skull, a sharp pain stabbing throughout my brain, only for it to abruptly vanish as an entirely different warmth trickled down my head, like someone was pouring hot water, flowing as thick and slow as molasses, beginning to engulf my entire head in a razor thin bubble.

Snap.

The bubble popped, and I forced out a shaky breath through my nose, my head beginning to spin wildly, until a soft tongue unexpectedly met mine, my out-of-control momentum halting all at once by an anchor of soft lips and a warm body residing tenderly on me.

I gasped for air, prompting those lips to separate from mine, an adorable nose instead touching my own.

The air in the room was suddenly thick with an…aura?

Gentle, yet sexual.

Compassionate, yet erotic.

I gasped for another breath of air, trying to focus on the emerald eyes holding my gaze from barely an inch away. I wanted to ask her what in the hell just happened, but found myself unable to get the question out, an entirely different comment escaping my mouth instead when she gently rubbed her nose against the tip of mine.

“Eskimo kisses,” I whispered.

Her thin red eyebrows shot up briefly, before she laughed, finally pulling away. “I break the seal and force your third-eye open a little, and that’s what you have to say?” she giggled, leaning down to plant another kiss on my lips. “Oh wow, forget about what I said about making people feel special. You are special, all on your own.”

“That doesn’t sound like a compliment,” I mumbled, slowly reaching up to rest my hand on my forehead, a strange new sensation inside my skull.

She giggled again. “Because it’s not!” she teased. “Now tell me, my young hot stud, notice anything different?”

“Your…I guess, aura?” I wondered.

She tensed just slightly, her smile suddenly frozen forcefully on her face. “Really now?” she said carefully. “You can sense my aura? And what’s that feel like?”

“Umm, really erotic and sexual, but also super gentle?” I replied, only to pause. “Is that bad?” I asked seriously.

She was looking at me strangely, her forced smile having slowly dropped into a frown. “That’s what you feel?” she wondered, seeming skeptical. “Nothing else?”

“Umm…I guess compassion. Tenderness. Love? And maybe a really intense desire? But not sexual desire, exactly. Sort of like an overwhelming sense of longing? Like, a longing for something you could never have before? I don’t know how to explain it, but that’s about it. Should I feel anything else?”

She continued to frown. “I suppose maybe not,” she said quietly, her thin red eyebrows knitted together, a certain hesitation to her tone. “And no, it’s not bad. Just another puzzle that doesn’t fit. Incubi don’t sense auras like succubi do.”

I simply nodded.

She sighed heavily, almost seeming a little somber now. “Well, the job is done. Rebecca can take it from here. Ready for me to show you to a shower before you leave? I’ll allow you to take one on your own,” she added, sounding as if she was trying to force her tone to be more playful.

My brow furrowed. “No sex?” I said hesitantly, surprised that our time together was suddenly over.

She didn’t respond right away, her expression impassive. “Did…did you want to?” she asked hesitantly.

“I mean, I just thought…” My voice trailed off.

“Your lust did what happened last time, down in the basement. You went from ‘almost there’ to overflowing. More than what I needed, even though this spell required much more energy than before.” She sighed. “Normally, fucking you would be required to achieve that level, and I was even planning on tapping into my stored reserves of energy if needed, but it wasn’t necessary.” She paused. “You seemed a little reluctant to actually fuck, so I decided to get it done when the opportunity unexpectedly presented itself.”

“Oh.” I wasn’t sure what to say to that. “Umm, thanks,” I finally replied, feeling like an idiot.

She abruptly placed her small hands on my chest and pushed her upper body up. “My pleasure,” she said flatly. “Let me show you to a shower,” she added, shifting her weight like she was going to climb off me.

All at once, without thinking, I rapidly sat up and wrapped both my arms and wings around her before she could get up, causing her to stiffen solid as I curled over so I could meet her lips with mine. Her hands were tense on my chest for two long seconds, feeling like she was stuck trying to push herself away in alarm, her emerald eyes wide, her arms extremely stiff…before she slowly relaxed and melted into me, sucking in a shaky breath.

It was obvious I’d sincerely scared her.

I could smell her fear, and now I could even sense her aura having become briefly tainted with that distress and anxiety.

However, I decided to not apologize for it as I pulled away, our lips still almost touching. “Really,” I whispered sincerely. “Thank you very much, Ms. Miriam. It would be an honor to fuck you. I’ve just got so much going on right now, that it’s hard to enjoy myself, especially finding out that someone truly has tried to kill me.”

She held my gaze silently for a long few seconds, her cheeks flushed, her emerald gaze longing. “Your wings,” she finally whispered, leaning up just enough to brush her lips on mine. “They feel…safe.”

I was surprised she’d say that, after briefly terrifying her with my quick and possessive movement, but then realized that she’d quickly changed her opinion once she got over the reflexive sensation. So I squeezed a bit more, feeling her soft tummy press into mine, my cock throbbing in her crack.

“Because they are safe,” I said quietly.

She held my gaze intently for a moment, before nodding and turning her face to the side, forcing her head underneath my chin as she pressed her cheek against my chest. “Can I stay here for a few more minutes?” she asked softly, sounding unexpectedly vulnerable.

“Yes,” I said simply, enjoying her warm body in my embrace. Carefully, I decided to cross my legs underneath her and lean forward more, keeping her hot snatch against my pelvis as I did so, until I had her comfortably curled up against me, her tail slowly winding around the head of my cock again, giving a gentle squeeze.

Now most of her weight was actually on my cock, my shaft squished into her crack, her pussy radiating heat into my skin.

We were then both quiet for a long time.

I could hear her soft heartbeat, slow breaths, and nothing else.

I could feel her chest gently swell against mine, her radiating warmth seeping into my skin, her gentle aura enveloping us both in an invisible blanket of contentment…and nothing else.

It was as if the world around us ceased to exist, almost as if time itself ceased to exist, my wings enveloping us both, with all thoughts leaving my mind except for the short succubus softly breathing against my chest.

It was…really nice.

When she finally broke the silence, it was with a content sigh, her hands finally beginning to explore my chest again, rubbing my nipples before moving to my sides, moving up and down slowly as she felt my toned torso.

Her voice was quiet when she finally spoke. “Oh, how I find myself longing to keep you now, though I am confident you would decline. Still, if you decided you wanted to stay, I would fill every moment of your existence with pleasure you can’t even imagine. I would keep you at my side and fuck you day and night, never leaving you anything less than completely satisfied at all times. And I could even protect you from whatever dangers lurk in the shadows.”

I cleared my throat, surprised that it sounded like she was serious. “Umm, is that even safe?” I asked hesitantly.

“So much sex? With humans, no.” She sighed. “Worst case and I’d just have to fuck a random human every once in a while to ensure I don’t need to sustain myself using only your lust,” she admitted honestly. “However, I suspect I would only have to do that infrequently, since even now, after consuming so much energy for that spell to break the seal on your third-eye, it is as if your lust continues to overflow. Like your body is incapable of fatiguing in its generation of the sexual energy I consume. Like the endless sea, I can’t seem to even see the bottom to the depths of your desire.”

I tried to clear my throat again, feeling uneasy that her offer sounded so enticing.

Trying to reduce the intensity of the mood, I forced out a laugh. “So, I guess that would make me another one of your sex pets, huh?”

Her delicate hands slid firmly around my waist and clasped behind my back, pulling herself more fully against me, her lips now on my chest. “Perhaps,” she whispered, sounding very serious. “I could have you and my maid do some very fun things together.” She sighed. “The three of us could enjoy each other almost ceaselessly, and I have plenty of human maids working here who could also be used occasionally to spice things up. You would never feel unsatisfied. I’d even be willing to drop everything I’m doing if you needed attention.” She squeezed tighter. “Even if I’m fucking someone else, I’ll leave them unsatisfied if you find yourself in want. You will be my priority, in everything.”

“I…I see,” I managed, beginning to tremble slightly, my eyes now closed tightly.

She gently pulled away then, reaching up with one delicate hand to place on the side of my face, only to reach up with the other and gently pull down on my chin with her thumb, prompting my face to angle more toward hers. “Look at me,” she whispered.

I opened my eyes to focus on her, seeing her cheeks flushed in obvious passion and longing, her cute nose red at the tip, her full lips parted slightly as she held my gold gaze. “I will make you very happy,” she whispered. “Will you allow me to show you just how happy you can be? You may stay for the rest of the day, and both my maid and I will give you the rawest and most carnal of blisses to ever be experienced. Maybe even stay a few days, so that you fully grasp what I am offering you.”

I sucked in a ragged breath, trying to remember why I was hesitant before. Trying to understand why anyone would decline such an offer.

Miriam’s expression turned somber then, the intense ball of heat dissipating in my gut. “I will not pressure you into the decision though,” she unexpectedly said with surprising conviction. “I wish to keep you, but only if you are entirely willing.”

I nodded, closing the gap between our lips as I kissed her one last time. “I think I should go now,” I whispered, resting my nose on hers again. “Thank you for everything.”

Her emerald eyes pained just briefly, before she sighed against my lips. “Very well. I understand. I will let Rebecca know once I’ve dispelled the curse on the stone.”

“I look forward to seeing you again though,” I admitted sincerely.

She pulled away a little more, frowning at that. “I believe you,” she said quietly. “And yet I don’t fully understand. You are very interested, that is obvious, and yet you are not interested at the same time. Why would you decline my offer? I can bring your other women to live here as well, if that is what you truly desire. The offer doesn’t have to stop with only you.”

Well, shit.

I tried to keep my mind focused, knowing she was really attempting to eliminate all reservations I might have. I took a deep breath, glancing away. “What you offer sounds truly amazing,” I agreed, only to focus on her again. “However, what I long for, deep down, is more than just pleasure. I desire companionship and true intimacy, something that has me very interested in you, but takes time to grow.” I took a deep breath, sensing that same craving in her aura. “And I realize that’s what you want too, and I admit that accepting your offer would likely only accelerate us bonding more deeply. But I think that’s also the reason why my love for Serenity and Gabriella are so much more enticing right now. Because I already have that with them and don’t want to jeopardize it. Or otherwise ruin it.”

She pursed her perfect lips as she considered that. “Truly, you are an enigma, if I’ve ever met one.” She then sighed heavily. “Well, I’ve found myself wanting you more than I would have anticipated, and for entirely different reasons than I would have predicted. However, I’ve waited much longer for less important things. Unfortunately, I am a bit impatient by nature, but I am willing to approach things in a more ‘human’ way.”

I laughed. “You know, fucking first, and then getting to know each other later, is also very human,” I said in amusement. “At least, people certainly do that kind of thing.”

She smirked. “Perhaps you’re right,” she agreed. “So then, might I rephrase by suggesting that I am willing to approach things in a more noble, honorable, and moral way. Though I should clarify that I am more than willing to fuck, even if you ultimately decline my offer for now.”

“Thank you,” I replied sincerely, unable to think of a more appropriate response.

She sighed, only to nod at what I didn’t say. She then reached between us to push on my chest gently, beginning to rise as she carefully got her feet positioned so she could stand up fully, her knees up, her ass pushing harder into my cock as she began lifting it.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a deep rumble filled our ears, causing us both to freeze solid in confusion and alarm, only for the whole room to begin shaking violently like an earthquake had suddenly hit.

All at once, Miriam lost her balance, even as I tried to help steady her despite my own unsteadiness, with her falling back down on me, accidentally hitting my cock at the perfect angle, the tip instantly burying itself fully in her tight pussy.

She gasped in alarm, her wide emerald eyes unexpectedly looking drunk with lust even as she squirmed, trying to stand back up despite the shaking bed. But it was all either of us could do to keep from falling over, and when she began lifting herself up, another violent tremble caused her to sink back down again.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped, beginning to use her wings on the bed to try steadying herself. “I have to get up.”

I tried to help her as the shaking began to die down a second later, using my own wings as well, only for her muscles to go entirely limp, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she whimpered, sinking back down fully on my cock, her breathing rapidly escalating as if she’d given up trying to escape the heat of my hard shaft.

Suddenly, the door flew open then, Gwen appearing initially alarmed, only to become totally shocked and even a little scared when she saw my wings starting to wrap around Miriam from the startle.

“M-Mistress?!” Gwen said urgently.

The interruption snapped Miriam out of it, and she grimaced as she forced herself to stand up fully, shoving her fingers into my white hair and grabbing roughly to try to steady herself, even as a trail of my precum tried to cling on, connecting her snatch to my cock.

“I’m fine,” she snapped, shoving her belly in my face as she got her footing. “Something tried breaking the barrier?” she asked seriously.

“Yes, but it’s quelled for now. Seems your defenses held just fine.”

Miriam sighed, twisting away and gracefully stepping off the bed, bending over to grab her discarded latex thong. Her ass was covered in a clear fluid, I assumed all the precum I’d leaked, but she ignored it as she slipped the thong up, before turning toward her maid. “I assumed as much, since we’d already know if my defenses had failed.” She then grimaced. “Please retrieve my Moonstone Crown and Opals. I’ll have to inspect the ward to verify it’s not damaged.”

Gwen nodded, quickly turning around to do as she was asked.

I jumped out of bed when Miriam began following after her, trying to ignore the slippery fluid still all over her ass, quickly speaking up.

“Hey,” I blurted out. “I realize this is probably urgent, but what in the hell just happened? Did something attack the mansion?”

She paused then, focusing back on me, the dimples above her tail looking so fucking hot, her emerald eyes reserved for a few long seconds. Her aura felt a bit anxious again, but I was sure it was from the stress of the implications behind the earthquake. However, unexpectedly her expression softened a little, though her tone was still firm. “Not like you’re thinking,” she replied evenly, only to sigh. “Hurry and dress. I’ll take you with me, so you can see for yourself.”

Needless to say, I didn’t hesitate to do as she asked, tugging on my clothing in record time, even as my wings reabsorbed into my back, feeling like her offer to show me was much more significant than I even realized.

However, apparently her curiosity got the better of her, because she actually turned back toward me as she focused on my wings vanishing, her thin red eyebrows high, seemingly in disbelief.

“Ready,” I announced once I had my shirt on, taking a step toward her. “Sorry for the delay.”

She shook her head. “No, you’re fine. It’s urgent that I check on the barrier, but not so urgent I can’t wait for you.” She gave me a warm smile then, holding out her small hand. “Come, let me show you why I choose to live here, out of all other possible locations in the world.”

My eyes widened in surprise at that, before I reached out and took her hand, a heat creeping up my arm and warming my heart when she adjusted her hand to slip her thin fingers between mine. We then walked hand-in-hand into the hallway, yet another wave of brief surprise hitting me when I realized Mrs. Rebecca was standing just down the hall, waiting patiently for us.

She was still wearing her faded jeans and green blouse, but her red curly hair looked disheveled, her face a little flushed, though her emerald eyes looked anxious.

“Mother,” she whispered. “The house never shook like that growing up. What in the world was that?”

“Hard to say,” Ms. Miriam replied honestly. “Until about a month ago, it had been nearly a century since something that powerful attacked the barrier. Now this is the second time in barely four weeks.”

I finally spoke up. “Are you in danger by living here?” I asked seriously. “What would even attack this place?”

Miriam patiently shook her head as she focused up on me. “No, you misunderstand, dear. It’s not that something attacked this place, as if we were a target. Rather, it’s that this place stands as an important line of defense between our world and a very hellish one.” She sighed. “And, I suppose I must share with you that I am not simply a succubus living peacefully in my own private mansion. More than that, I am the guardian of this dimensional gate, though I will admit that the title and position are self-proclaimed. I took the initiative on my own to protect this location, thereby doing my part to protect this world.”

“Oh,” I said simply, trying to wrap my head around what she was saying. Trying to accept the idea that she was implying there was some kind of portal to a separate world. “So then, there’s no one who told you to do this?” I finally tried clarifying, as she began pulling gently on my hand to lead me down the hall.

Mrs. Rebecca quickly stepped to my side and began walking with us.

“Yes,” Miriam agreed. “I’ve selflessly defended this gate for several millennium, with my only incentive being the desire to not see this world bathed in fire and brimstone like it nearly was, long ago. Now, let’s hurry. I’ll answer your questions later.”

“Wait,” Mrs. Rebecca said in surprise. “Not that I oppose, but you’re going to show him?” she said in disbelief.

“I am,” Miriam replied simply.

“Oh. I see,” she said in response, seeming sincerely bewildered.

Of course, I couldn’t be entirely sure, but from what I gathered, this short succubus was actually extending to me much more trust than even Mrs. Rebecca was used to seeing. Thus, I decided not to say anything at all, not wanting to point out the fact that she was putting a lot of, possibly unmerited, faith in me, only for her to end up changing her mind.

Because I wanted to know what caused that shaking.

I wanted to know what this gate thing was that she’d been defending for so long.

We were all silent as Miriam led the way, with it being obvious that Mrs. Rebecca also knew exactly where she was going, the three of us traveling down the nearest twin staircase, reaching the grand foyer, and then making our way to the far right side of the house, which I felt pretty confident was southeast, though it appeared Miriam referred to it as the East Wing.

We then reached an extremely obscure narrow door, that opened up into a surprisingly spacious room, with a massive set of metal doors adorning the other side. And I was surprised to find Gwen already waiting for us, likely having beaten us by running when we only walked fast, looking sincerely shocked when I walked into the room too.

“Mistress?” she said in confusion, her slitted crimson eyes wide.

She was carrying a dark brown wooden chest under one arm, while she held a delicate silver crown in the other hand, the circlet looking very similar to the one Miriam had left back in the guest bedroom with the mind stone.

This one similarly had a jewel in the middle, an oval white rock that was smooth and opaque.

“Moonstone,” Miriam ordered, holding out her hand for the crown, not addressing Gwen’s obvious concern. However, it was clear that the maid quickly took the hint, her gaze shifting away from me.

Having the circlet in hand, Miriam proceeded to set it atop her red hair, only to take the wooden chest as well, with Gwen then proceeding to grab a massive drop-bar style lock and lifting it up to open one of the metal doors.

Instantly, a stagnant chill began drifting into the room, coupled with something I’d never sensed before.

Something I knew I was only sensing because my third-eye was now open a little.

Bloodlust.

Death.

A deep craving to slaughter and kill.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my body shifting all over again, a reflexive reaction to what I sensed.

Miriam didn’t respond or address my comment at all, beginning to slip into the darkness and head down into the depths of the makeshift cavern.

“Shit,” I mumbled under my breath at how abruptly she left us behind, quickly darting through the door even before Gwen had a chance to follow. “Hey, can you even see in here?” I asked seriously, now seeing that she was nearly twenty steps down already.

“Yes,” she said flatly. “I can see just fine.”

I heard Mrs. Rebecca call out behind us. "Do you need my help at all? I’ll have to grab a light if you do.”

“I’m fine,” Miriam replied simply, continuing on down into the darkness at her quick pace.

Oddly enough, I could finally hear without hindrance again, having no problem picking up on the soft breathing of the sexy devil maid not far behind me, including her slightly elevated heart rate, and clacking footsteps. However, I didn’t bother looking back, very much interested in catching up to Miriam.

The pathway of hollowed rock was beginning to wind back around underneath the house, and when I finally caught up to her a handful of seconds later, I began to realize there was a soft orange glow coming from up ahead.

“What is that?” I asked quietly, uncertain if she was in the mood to talk.

She sighed then, her expression and tone even. “They’re Carnelian Crystals, which create a powerful barrier when infused with magical energy. Long ago, I used a complicated spell to merge them with the surrounding rock, so that they could absorb most of their energy from the Earth. However, I have to manually add my own collected energy every few months, to ensure they don’t run too low.” She paused. “Sort of like charging a battery.”

“And are they running low now?” I asked hesitantly, wondering if that was why something was able to attack it.

She shook her head. “No, I actually charged the crystals just before you came over to visit. And I’m glad I did. No doubt they have been drained of quite a bit of energy after that kind of attack.”

I nodded, glancing at the wooden box she was carrying. “Is that what the chest is for?” I wondered.

She nodded once. “Yes, I store the energy I collect into opals, and use them to transfer magic as necessary.”

I hesitated, wondering if the primary way she gathered magical energy was from fucking a ton, since that seemed to be how succubi used magic in the first place.

I decided not to ask, suspecting it would be a dumb question. “And what’s the crown for?”

She sighed again. “Moonstones infused with magic help to analyze many things magical. I’ll likely be wearing this when I try to dispel the blood curse on that black stone of yours, and I wear it now to quickly assess which crystals need to be recharged first.” She paused. “I could do all that on my own, but this is a tool that makes the process quicker and more efficient, like wearing a pair of eyeglasses for my third-eye.”

“Sounds like you really know what you’re doing,” I commented.

She scoffed at that, her tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. “Young man, I’ve been doing this for a very long time. Don’t insult me by suggesting that I am anything less than fully prepared.”

I grinned at that, knowing she wasn’t truly offended. Still, even with the somewhat playful banner, it was hard to be relaxed in this environment, the aura of bloodlust and death only growing more potent.

Of course, I could already see in the dark, especially when transformed, but my night vision was no longer necessary now that we approached the primary cavern, with the whole space lit up in a dim orange luminance coming from over twenty large crystals sticking out of the walls and high ceiling.

However, aside from that, I saw nothing.

No portal or dimensional gate.

Only the stone wall just beyond the orange glowing crystals.

“Ah, dammit,” Miriam unexpectedly mumbled, focusing upward as we stepped off the last stone step.

“What’s wrong?” I asked seriously.

She shook her head. “Of course the worst one would be at the top.” She sighed. “Oh well.”

My brow furrowed at that. “How are you going to reach it?” I asked seriously, knowing it was too high for even me to reach without a ladder.

She grinned then, handing off the chest to me. “Here, hold this and I’ll show you.” She then popped the lid open, grabbed a brilliantly shining opal, and marched right off toward the wall.

I then stared at her in shock when she abruptly spread out her shiny black wings and leapt upward, with me almost feeling dumb that I hadn’t considered that sooner, her pounding the air twice before grabbing hold of a rock jutting out that made the perfect handhold.

I then watched in disbelief as she easily held herself up with one hand while reaching over with the opal, occasionally flapping her shiny midnight wings to steady herself, her thin legs separated and tense, her tail whipping out in a circular motion as she gently touched the orange crystal with the opal.

I actually hadn’t noticed that there was precum on her midnight tail, since the appendage was so shiny anyway, but when I saw some of it get flicked off as she swung it around to steady herself, I recalled that she’d spent quite a bit of time with it wrapped around the head of my leaking cock. It didn’t go too far though. Some of it landed on the wall from the quick motion, but the other little splatters just fell onto the cavern floor.

Surprisingly, as I watched her, nothing seemed to happen at all, not even a change in the brightness of the orange glow, nor the whitish multicolored glow of the opal, yet after a handful of seconds she let go and dropped back down, flapping her wings once to soften her landing.

I wondered if the fact that my third-eye was still mostly unused resulted in me not noticing whatever invisible process just happened.

“There,” she announced cheerfully, glancing past me at Gwen just now stepping off the last step. “One down, eight to go. That went faster than I was expecting, and thankfully the drain on the crystals wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be.”

I just stared at her in awe, prompting her thin red eyebrows to rise when I didn’t respond right away.

“That was pretty impressive,” I finally praised.

She laughed. “Think so? I suppose it is pretty impressive for such an old lady.”

I rolled my eyes at that, prompting another giggle from the hot minx.

She then focused over my shoulder again at her maid. “However, I’d forgotten you made me all sticky,” she mumbled, only to speak louder. “Gwen, my ass is cold. Please clean it for me, while I work on the next one.”

“Yes mistress,” the sexy maid replied, quickly slipping past me, even as Miriam turned her attention back to the next orange crystal, this one within arm’s reach.

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t for Gwen to abruptly drop to her knees, carefully grab Miriam’s tan bony hips, and then proceed to lean forward to begin licking my precum off her plump little butt, a surprisingly long tongue slipping through her purple lips.

Holy fuck!

I just stared in disbelief, shocked that Miriam was completely focused on what she was doing, as if someone wasn’t licking her ass clean, all while Gwen unexpectedly shivered, becoming more urgent with her tongue as her breathing picked up.

“Fuck Gwen,” Miriam finally said, pulling the opal away from the Carnelian crystal. “You’d think I hadn’t fucked you in a year.”

“S-Sorry mistress,” she stammered. “It’s just…this taste is making something happen inside me. And I…” Her voice trailed off as she moaned softly, her skin beginning to flush, only to grab Miriam’s hips a bit more firmly as she buried her face in the succubus’s ass, licking long strokes through her thong-covered crack.

In the meantime, Miriam focused on me. “I thought I felt something strange when I fell on your cock. Rebecca mentioned that your cum made her feel really passionate, and that it seems as if you absorb that passion, but I’m surprised that description might be more accurate than I realized.”

“Umm, sorry,” I said uncomfortably, concerned she’d feel like it was manipulative. “That’s not something I can help.”

She nodded, reaching back to grab one of Gwen’s black horns, cracked and glowing, actually pushing her ass harder into the maid’s face. “I understand. You are a sex demon after all. But if you’re going to get my maid all hot and bothered, then the least you could do is finish the job and fuck her.”

I gawked at her brazenness. “Umm, w-what about the crystals?”

She sighed heavily, seeming to decide not to push it. “Gwen, please dry me off so I can finish the job down here.”

“Y-Yes mistress,” she whispered, appearing to struggle to pull herself away. She then gripped Miriam’s tight ass roughly with both hands, a sudden wave of heat blasting through the cavern. There was no sound of the saliva evaporating away, but when she pulled her hands back, the succubus’s ass looked red, toasty, and dry.

“Much better,” Miriam praised. “Now, I’ll have to ask you to be patient for a few more minutes, and then I’ll take you to my room and fuck you.”

“Y-Yes mistress,” she repeated, sounding desperate and longing, still on her knees as she folded her hands in her lap. Her exposed back and chest were both flushed, and from this angle I could see her huge nipples poking through the black silk maid outfit.

It was obvious waiting was going to be difficult for her, because her entire body began trembling slightly as she focused on Miriam’s thin form, glancing at me as well from the corner of her crimson eye, looking like she wished I’d take them up on their offer to fuck a little before I left.

Ah dammit, why did this have to be so complicated?

I mean, it wasn’t complicated if I didn’t mind the possibility of fucking with these two sexy women and ending up wanting to stay here permanently, since I had no doubt Miriam would use the opportunity to show me what she was truly capable of in the bedroom, but since I did kind of want to go home soon, that made the decision a bit less simple.

Dammit.

Honestly, sensing Gwen’s sexual aura, combined with the maple syrup scent and naturally erotic aura of the succubus, I almost would have been tempted to just walk over to her and demand she get on my cock. However, the aura of death and bloodlust was suppressing my hormones enough that it was fairly easy to stay where I was.

“So, umm, where exactly is this dimensional gate?” I asked hesitantly, wanting to break the silence.

“Oh, it’s right here,” Miriam said matter-of-factly. “It’s mostly closed due to the barrier, but if you strain your third-eye, you might be able to sense it just beyond the crystals.”

“In front of the wall?” I wondered, just trying to understand what she meant.

She was just pulling away the opal from another orange crystal, only to pause when she focused on me. “Look again. That might appear to be a stone wall, but it’s not. Imagine if the gate was made of water, and there was magic that could force it into ice. That’s essentially what is going on. What looks like rock is actually restructured energy that’s formed a sort of crystalized solid. But without the barrier, it would be very much permeable, much like water would be.” She paused. “If you don’t see the difference, then try to identify the edges.”

I nodded, beginning to focus on the sides, not really seeing any distinction between the rest of the cavern and the wall just beyond the supposed barrier.

And even as I strained, I still couldn’t seem to tell the difference.

Finally, Miriam gave me her attention. “Well, I’m done,” she announced, now holding an opal that was significantly more dim than it had been previously. “Didn’t even take a fully charged stone. Any luck?”

I shook my head, feeling a little embarrassed that I couldn’t detect a difference.

She shrugged. “Ah, well that’s to be expected. You’ve got some work ahead of you to learn how to open your eye more, as well as how to use it properly. More than likely, you’re making the most common mistake of trying to look with your physical eyes too much, instead of perceiving with your third-eye.”

My brow furrowed at that, glancing at the wall again. “So what should I do to avoid that mistake?”

She sighed. “Well, the easiest thing is to just close your eyes, but I’m afraid I can’t offer you more time down here to practice. The dimensional gate works both ways, which means that the longer we stay down here, the more likely that whatever resides on the other side will sense our auras and be enticed to try breaking through again.”

“Oh shit,” I said in surprise, focusing back on the wall, even as she approached to drop the dull opal in the chest I was still holding. She then grabbed the wooden box and handed it off to the still-kneeling maid, who promptly rose to her feet, ready to follow her mistress back up the stairs.

“Go ahead,” Miriam whispered to her, causing her slitted crimson eyes to widen again slightly before nodding and turning toward the steps.

The succubus then faced me, her thin hands on her tan bony hips. “Don’t worry, your aura wouldn’t be enticing to such creatures, nor would mine. It’s humans that entice them, and you are different enough to not essentially ‘smell’ like one.”

I nodded, uncertain of what to say.

Miriam abruptly held out her small hand then, offering it to me. “Ready to go?” she wondered, a hint of cheer in her tone.

I looked down at her in surprise, before stepping forward and reaching out to take it, her fingers intertwining in mine like before. “Thank you,” I whispered, knowing the fact that I was even down here was a big deal. And I kind of suspected that this was her way to prove to me how it would be if I stayed with her, since she did promise to keep me at her side and make me a priority in all things…

Ms. Miriam gave me a small smile, before leading the way as she began ascending the stairs again.

However, we only made it about six steps before she abruptly stopped, her muscles tensing as she glanced over her shoulder, looking right past me at the glowing cavern.

I urgently looked back too, not seeing or sensing anything at all. “What’s wrong?” I whispered, focusing on her again, our head’s almost level since she was a step above me.

She shook her head, beginning to tug on my hand again as we continued to ascend. “Nothing. Just suddenly felt like someone was watching me.”

“Shit,” I hissed. “Well that’s not creepy,” I added sarcastically.

She giggled softly at that. “Don’t worry. As far as I’m aware, there’s nothing intelligent that lies beyond the gate. Only nightmarish beasts that resemble cursed creatures in our world. And even if there are intelligent creatures that exist there, there’s nothing they can do to break through my barrier. It’s several times more powerful than it really needs to be.”

“Well that’s good,” I mumbled, glancing over my shoulder one last time before we climbed too high for me to see. I was still gray from earlier, so at least if something was looking, then they would see two demons, not one demon with a human.

Or so I hoped, that it wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

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