Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 38

April 18, 2021

NOTE: My minimum is four chapters per month (at least one chapter per week), but I try to squeeze in extra content every month, if I can. Overall, I’m releasing 20,000 to 35,000 words per month. 

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- CHAPTER 38: Seal -

As we sat at the massive dining hall table, with me and Mrs. Rebecca sitting across from the succubus Miriam and her sexy demon maid Gwen, we began eating our rice and spring rolls that our seductive host had brought out while she began socializing with her daughter, seeming genuinely curious about how her life was going.

Well, technically Mrs. Rebecca was her great-granddaughter, but when Mrs. Rebecca’s real mother didn’t want to step up and raise a child, Miriam stepped in to take her place.

And it was obvious as they talked that the deceptively young-looking succubus was very much interested in the woman's overall wellbeing, and that Mrs. Rebecca likewise had a high amount of respect for the person who raised her.

However, I wasn’t listening very closely because I had only about a million questions I still wanted to ask, and was really struggling to think straight in the presence of these three hot women. Especially since Miriam had just offered to let me fuck her maid, suggesting I’d be doing them a favor by doing so, and then even offered herself, wanting to personally fuck me before we left.

Under normal circumstances, dealing with normal people, I felt like the decision wouldn’t be that hard to deny.

And yet, even though my cock wasn’t hurting right now, it was still pretty stiff, with me feeling this intense sensation in my gut that was making my horniness go far beyond what I’d ever felt before. And it was making my whole body feel sensitive, to the point that something as simple as holding a utensil and putting rice in my mouth felt pleasurable.

Fuck, I’d never done any drugs, but I knew enough about them to wonder if this was what ecstasy felt like.

Every little touch against my skin, even the way my shirt shifted over my shoulders, arms, and chest was making me hot and bothered.

I finally sighed heavily, dropping my silverware noisily on my plate as I focused on Miriam, not at all caring that I was interrupting them.

“Okay, seriously,” I said firmly, trying to focus on her face without thinking about getting my cock in her mouth. Fuck, those lips looked so juicy, sweet, and inviting. “Did you slip me something?” I wondered. “This isn’t normal.”

Miriam set her utensil down too, carefully scooting her plate to the side as she leaned forward on her elbows, propping her delicate chin on her hands as she gave me all her attention, her vibrant emerald eyes nearly sparkly.

“What ever do you mean, dear?” she said warmly, her black wings unfolding just briefly and refolding, her lips tugging into the most adorable fucking grin in the whole fucking world.

Dammit.

“You know what,” I replied seriously, trying to still keep my tone respectful, since it felt like she had all the power here. “Please, stop playing games with me.”

“Oh, but little boy,” she pouted. “I just want you to feel good, and I’d be such a terrible host if I didn’t at least do that.”

When I didn’t respond, the pleasure in my gut beginning to feel like it was going to explode now, as if I was going to have some kind of strange orgasm without even cumming, she finally sighed.

“I have sex with everyone,” she stated flatly. “And I’m very curious to have sex with someone like you.” She frowned. “Don’t make me waste the favor you owe me on something like that.”

Fuck, I was feeling so good, it was almost making me angry.

“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” I almost snarled in annoyance. “I’ll definitely fuck…” My voice trailed off, realizing what I was saying.

Committing to sleep with her one day, even if not now.

I mean, I really wasn’t opposed to the idea at all, instead just feeling like I needed to make the life-and-death situation, presented by the midnight stone, a priority over fucking around.

She laughed. “Now that’s what I want to hear,” she mused, seeming extremely cheerful again. “I’ll remember that promise, okay?” she added sweetly.

Instantly, the ball of intense pleasure in my gut began to diminish, until it was finally at a more manageable level, though still very much there.

She continued. “Honestly, I can’t even fathom why you wouldn’t want to experience the pleasure I can offer you. And it’s not like there’s any downside. I’m very careful and gentle.” She then got that mischievous glint in her eye again, her tone dropping. “Unless you don’t want me to be careful and gentle,” she added seductively. “I can be very rough, if you’re into that like Gwen here is.”

The sexy maid’s face finally flushed again.

I sighed heavily, thankful I could finally think about something beyond my desire to fuck like a wild animal, even if Miriam’s words were still making it difficult. “Honestly?” I began, deciding to answer her question truthfully. “I’d like to go home today, and I’m afraid if I let you have your way with me, then I might want to stay instead.”

Miriam laughed at that, leaning back in her seat, and reaching out with her thin fingers to pull her plate back in front of her. “Oh don’t worry,” she said playfully. “I’ll kick you out when it’s time to go.”

“I’m sure,” I mumbled, watching her grasp her silverware and scoop a spoonful of caramelized rice into her delicate mouth.

Desperate to keep the conversation going, to keep my mind off her slim arms that I could see myself easily wrapping my whole hand around, or her shifting black tail that I could so easily hold onto as I fucked her tight pussy from behind, I grasped a hold of the first thing that popped into my head.

“Hey,” I commented before Gwen or Mrs. Rebecca could start a conversation up again. “Is the reason why Gabriella and Mrs. Rebecca are vegetarian because you are?” I wondered.

Surprisingly, my companion chimed in. “Yes,” she agreed beside me, her emerald gaze tender. “Mom doesn’t eat anything that once had breath in it. She actually doesn’t even need to eat at all, being able to sustain herself entirely on lust, but chooses to live a more normal life.”

I nodded, focusing on Miriam. “And why is that?” I wondered casually. “The vegetarian part,” I clarified. “Since I totally get the eating part.”

Instantly, both she and Gwen froze solid for half a second, before the devil maid set her silverware down while Miriam took another bite, chewing as she glanced at me from the corner of her eye.

After she swallowed, she sighed heavily.

“I’ve lived for a long time, young man. A very long time.” She sighed again, setting her utensil down as well. “And when you live this long, there are usually two paths people end up taking. Either you become less sensitive to death, or more sensitive. Heartless…or empathetic. Do you want to know why?”

I nodded hesitantly, surprised it was a sincere question.

Like, she was truly asking me if I really wanted to know, as if it might be better to stay in the dark.

She pursed her lips briefly. “Imagine that every creature you’ve eaten…” She paused to focus more intently on me. “Or every person you’ve killed, all have a trace of their ghost that lingers on you after death. A mark they’ve left behind. A stain on your otherwise white clothing that hides the nakedness of your soul. Now imagine that you could sense those stains. Imagine that you could sense that death. What do you think a person’s clothing would look like after a millennium? Or several millennia?”

“Probably pitch-black,” I admitted. “But then, is all that really true? Does killing things, or eating things, really leave a mark behind?”

“Maybe,” she hedged with a small shrug. “But I have long since decided that I will never again take another life, or eat something that once had breath in it, unless it is absolutely necessary. Unless there is no other choice.” She paused. “And considering I don’t need to consume food anyway, I view this as very much having a choice.”

I nodded in understanding, all of us falling silent briefly as I considered if I really wanted to ask my next question. “And what do you sense on me?” I wondered hesitantly. “Do you…do you sense death?”

Both Mrs. Rebecca and Gwen hesitated briefly, before focusing on Miriam as well, seeming a bit curious themselves.

The deceptively youthful succubus pursed her lips again. “You are very young,” she finally hedged. “You’d probably have to kill at least a dozen people before it would become noticeable, and even a lifetime of eating meat wouldn’t do much to the purity of your soul. I’m speaking about much longer timeframes. I’m speaking about living for hundreds of lifetimes.”

“Ten thousand years?” I said in sincere shock.

She sighed. “Ah, well, maybe that’s an exaggeration. But that’s not the point. You’re fine,” she said reassuringly.

I nodded slowly, surprised that she was being so…well, empathetic right now. Like she actually cared about my concern. But then again, wasn’t that what she implied? That she was empathetic? Instead of cold-hearted and callous.

Gwen unexpectedly spoke up. “My mistress is very merciful,” she agreed, having sensed the shadow of my thoughts, or whatever.

Unfortunately, the comment made me think about how the magical butt-plug in her ass to control her heat was also ‘merciful,’ compared to the alternative, and she picked up on that too.

The sexy maid’s face flushed, and she focused down on her plate.

I suspected the issue was that she wasn’t used to other people knowing about its presence. No doubt none of the other people who worked here were aware.

“So,” Miriam commented, a big grin on her face. “How exactly did you two get involved with each other?” she wondered seriously, looking between me and Mrs. Rebecca.

Which completely shocked me.

“You don’t know?” I said in surprise. “Even after that Soul Scrying you did?”

She frowned at that, sticking her spoon at me with a simple twist of her wrist. “First of all, it would be rude of me to not give you a chance to share on your own, even if I already know. And second, that’s not how it works. You might see very vivid flashbacks of memories, but I only see vague details of those memories, sometimes whispers of what people said, along with the essence of what your soul contains. So while I might have managed to grasp a general idea of major events that happened in your life, it’s not enough to piece together everything without an explanation.”

“Oh,” I said in surprise, suddenly finding myself uncertain of what she knew or didn’t know about me.

It was like she read my thoughts.

“I’m aware you’ve killed someone to protect Gabriella,” Miriam admitted bluntly. “Or perhaps two people…maybe three…” She frowned. “And I’m aware you had a very traumatizing experience when you were young, perhaps nine or ten years old. And that you also lost trust in most people around the age of twelve or thirteen. Sound about right?”

“Umm, yeah,” I whispered, glancing down at my plate.

“So,” she continued, her tone super chipper again, as if she was intentionally trying to offset my sudden somberness. “How did you two get involved?” she repeated.

Mrs. Rebecca glanced at me briefly, before reaching over and gently rubbing my back, the gesture very motherly, her heavy red curls shifting on her shoulders as she did so. “Well, Gabby fell for him first,” she explained. “But she apparently didn’t take my warning seriously about talking to me when she became interested in a guy.” She paused. “She seems very intent on only having one man.”

“Oh really?” Miriam commented, her emerald eyes lighting up in curiosity. “Interesting.”

Mrs. Rebecca nodded. “Yeah, and so when she finally told me about him, they’d already had sex a few times.”

“Oh,” Miriam replied flatly, glancing at me. “Well, that could have been disastrous. Even if she’s only a sixteenth succubus.”

Mrs. Rebecca nodded again, continuing to rub my back. “Yeah, and I explained that to her, and told her she really needs to practice first, but she was pretty adamant about only having this young man.”

Miriam frowned at that, focusing on me, her gaze accusatory now. “You realize that’s bad for both of you, right?” she said seriously. “It’s not healthy for you to keep her to yourself. She could really hurt you if she doesn’t fuck other men.”

My eyes widened in surprise, glancing up at her silver tiara with the purple gem, realizing what she was assuming. “Oh. No, I’m not making her do that. I’m not making her do anything.”

Miriam looked confused, shifting her gaze. “So then?”

Mrs. Rebecca nodded. “Yes, my baby girl is very interested in women. More than average.”

“Oh, okay. Well that’s fine then.” She then grinned at me. “Lucky you, young man. Any other of my descendants and your compulsion is literally the only way you’d get them to only fuck women.”

Surprisingly, Mrs. Rebecca grimaced at my side, her hand falling still between my shoulders. “Umm, well, I’ve been considering only sleeping with him as well,” she admitted quietly.

Miriam’s eyes narrowed, as she looked between us. “And why would you do that?” she asked seriously. “What about your husband?”

Mrs. Rebecca grimaced again, seeming at a loss for words.

When she didn’t respond, Miriam seemed to let it go for now.

“So, why did you end up fucking in the first place?” she wondered, sounding only curious again. “Just because he’s yummy? Or was there an additional purpose behind it?”

Mrs. Rebecca cleared her throat. “Oh, well, I decided to begin educating Gabby on how to have sex safely. And in doing so, I discovered that he’s absorbing something akin to lust, essentially a form of passion, but that he isn’t able to sense it at all.” She sighed, her tone growing more firm and determined. “So I’ve decided to educate him, and make sure he is fully aware of what he’s doing.”

Surprisingly, out of all that, Miriam didn’t focus on what I was expecting.

Her emerald gaze met mine. “You can’t sense what you’re absorbing at all?” she said in sincere surprise. “Like, not even a little?”

I shook my head, wondering if I should be embarrassed about that. “Umm, no. Is that not normal?”

“You’re half-incubus!” she exclaimed. “Of course that’s not normal.” She then shook her head, abruptly standing up, her wings unfolding and refolding briefly, even as her tail moved lower behind her. “Okay, I realize you have reservations about letting me fuck you, but if your third-eye is completely closed then you’re never going to get anywhere. You need to at least let me get it open a little, and then Rebecca can help you out with the rest.”

“Third-eye?” I exclaimed in shock. “Please tell me that’s figurative.”

She laughed, moving next to Gwen, resting her hand briefly on the back of the maid’s tall chair. “Of course it’s figurative, silly. What? Do you really think you have a hidden eyeball in your skull?” She laughed again, crossing her arms over her slim chest as her stomach tensed slightly, seeming amused as she continued.

Fuck, why was her belly so adorable?

“However…” She paused, grinning as she noticed my gaze. “The ability is very much like an extra sight. And it is genetic. Either you have it, or you don’t. And right now, it sounds as if yours is completely shut, not even peeking a little, which means you might not ever be able to sense magical energy without someone priming the pump a little first.”

I gulped. “And you’re sure I have this third-eye thing, right?”

She frowned. “It would be impossible for you not to. Not with your father being an incubus, even if your mother was a normal human. Although, it is very strange that yours is shut completely. Bizarre even.” She paused, seeming to examine me as she considered her own thoughts. “Here, let me take you to a guest room and at least do an assessment. If it’s already open a little, then I won’t insist on fucking you. Okay?” She grinned. “Unless you change your mind of course.”

Ah dammit.

“Fine,” I begrudgingly agreed, rising from my seat as well. I then glanced down at Mrs. Rebecca. “If this is really necessary?” I added.

My sexy MILF nodded. “I’m afraid that if she’s right, and your third-eye truly is closed, then I won’t be able to help you until it’s at least a little open. I just never imagined that would be the case, since even Gabriella’s third-eye is open quite a bit, despite the fact she’s only a sixteenth succubus.”

I nodded, not bothering to ask her why she hadn’t mentioned this yet, since she really hadn’t been afforded the time to explain much to me at this point. Or rather, the educational portion of our relationship hadn’t really begun yet, since sex the previous night was more about ensuring that I was safe to have sex with, along with teaching Gabriella a little on the side. And then this morning it had all been about the black stone.

When I turned back toward Miriam, I was surprised that she was gone, only to nearly jump when I realized she’d snuck up on me on my other side.

Fuck, she was short.

She could definitely make a great leaning post if she’d let me prop my arm up on her perfect little head.

Gwen unexpectedly burst out laughing at that, with Miriam not reacting at all for once.

Instead, she giggled at the fact that she’d startled me. “I wish I could say I was an expert at being a ninja, but I have my house to thank for my quiet steps.”

“Yeah, but how did you get there so fast?” I wondered, trying not to freak out when she slipped her thin hand in mine and began tugging on me gently.

She laughed again, her glowing emerald eyes sparkling. “I slipped underneath the table,” she said in amusement, her wings folding more tightly against her back, as if to emphasize her point. “Now handsome, come let me explore your body a little.” She giggled. “I might even let you explore a little of mine as well.”

Feeling like I didn’t have a choice anymore, as if making the initial decision made it feel like backing out now would be impossible, I willingly allowed her to lead me to another doorway, this one clearly the main entrance to the dining hall.

She then proceeded to lead me through the well-furnished hallway, seeming to be heading to the grand foyer again.

I was doing my best to focus on her pitch-black tail as it swayed behind her, seeming to move a little like it had a mind of its own, trying to avoid looking at the rest of her body, which was so scantily clad in her tiny latex bikini.

Unfortunately, she glanced back at me just as I focused on her tiny little tan ass, a big grin on her face when she noticed, prompting her to laugh. “Oh baby,” she cooed cheerfully. “I don’t dress like this to be ignored. Please, be my guest and drink it all in. I’ll let your hands roam all over this sexy body as much as you want, though I hope you understand if I sip a little on your lust if you decide to do so.”

Fuck.

All I could do was nod, easily imagining my hands slipping into her crack, finding my way under her tiny thong and slipping my fingers into her juicy pussy.

She giggled again, beginning to pick up the speed as she padded her way into the foyer and began tugging me up one of the twin staircases.

It wasn’t difficult at all to keep up with her, but I felt a sense of urgency and desire welling up inside of me as she increased her pace.

And then she tipped me over the edge.

“Don’t worry, baby,” she whispered seductively, as if we were a couple of horny teenagers sneaking around. “We’re almost there.”

I tried to catch my breath when we reached one of the many closed doors on the second floor, her thrusting it open with ease, and turning toward me to grab both of my hands as she walked in backwards. Oh fuck, suddenly all I could focus on was her tan skin, her small plump tits, her smooth and slim belly, and her thin thighs so perfectly attached to her shapely bony hips.

“Come, undress and lay down on the bed for me,” she whispered, her tone almost husky now, even as she stopped, her hand suddenly on my pants. “Let me help you feel better,” she continued as she expertly shoved them down enough so that she could lift her knee and use her foot to do the rest. “There, now doesn’t this feel so much better?” she wondered, gently doing the same with my boxers as she wrapped her fingers around my cock.

“Much better,” I gasped, the pain I was feeling having been alleviated by her freeing my stiff member.

“Perfect,” she cooed. “Now the shirt, please.”

I had that sucker off in a second flat, kicking my shoes and socks off too, suddenly completely naked before this short sexy goddess.

She grinned widely up at me, leaning forward to unexpectedly suck my nipple between her lips, hard, before pulling away to laugh again. “So adorable and obedient,” she praised, tugging on my hand again. “Come, make yourself comfortable on the bed.”

Feeling dizzy as I did as she asked, I grabbed the two pillows on the bed and piled them on top of each other, laying down with my head propped up, unashamed of my cock already leaking as it stuck straight up into the air.

My gaze was then focused intently on the sexy succubus as she slipped off her latex thong, threads of clear fluid briefly remaining connected to her panties and wet snatch, before she climbed onto the bed and stood above me, straddling my hips with her feet. I stared up at her with tunnel vision, not because I was feeling as if I was going to pass out, so much as feeling like there was nothing else in the room except her at this point.

Her tan skin and glowing emerald eyes were all I could see.

Which was why it took me half a second to realize she’d removed her silver tiara too.

My brow furrowed. “Are you sure you’re okay doing that?” I asked hesitantly.

She frowned. “You noticed, did you?” She then sighed, carefully lowering herself to her knees, only to gently press her soaking wet pussy against my stomach as she fully sat down, gripping my chest firmly with her small hands like she was trying to hold on. “I hope you accept my offer of goodwill, and don’t make me resort to extreme measures for breaking my trust.”

“I would never,” I promised. “And I’m more than happy to prove you can trust me.”

She nodded, her wings unfolding entirely as she began lowering her upper body, until she was tucking her head underneath my chin, her shiny black appendages lying flat on either side.

“Mmm,” she mumbled quietly, taking a deep breath of my neck. “I think I’m starting to understand why Rebecca and Gabriella find you so enticing. You feel much nicer than a human, and yet lack all the repulsion that comes with an incubus.”

I tried to respond, completely overwhelmed by having her mostly naked body lying on top of mine, the latex bikini top her only garment, feeling weird about the fact that her hot slippery pussy was on my lower stomach now, and yet her head was barely high enough to kiss me.

“I, umm…you feel nice too,” I finally managed, eliciting another soft giggle from her that sent a rush of euphoria through my mind, as if making her laugh was like taking a shot of a drug.

It made me feel accomplished, even though I hadn’t done anything, and I wanted to make her laugh more.

Her tone was suddenly more serious. “Hmm,” she unexpectedly began. “Your third-eye truly is closed all the way, and it’s almost as if…” Her voice trailed off.

“W-What is it?” I gasped, feeling her press her heated snatch firmly into my gut, her hot breath tickling my neck.

Oh fuck, I so desperately just wanted to grab her thin shoulders and shove her lower. I wanted her on my cock so bad.

“I think…” She paused. “No, that’s really what it is. You have a seal on you.” She paused again. “A really bizarre seal.”

“Is that bad?” I asked seriously.

She frowned then, finally pushing up on her elbows to focus on me, our faces so close together. I couldn’t help it. I leaned forward incrementally and pressed my lips to hers, again feeling like my head had been plunged in maple syrup.

And she let me, her lips tender, soft, and juicy, before they pulled into a grin.

“Okay, young man,” she said playfully, leaning back her head just a tiny bit. “Let me answer your question first.”

“Umm, sure,” I agreed, having already forgotten what I’d asked, relaxing my neck so that my head was resting fully on the pillows again.

She grinned even wider, only to roll her emerald eyes. “Oh, okay,” she sighed in amusement, as if she was agreeing to give into my desire, leaning forward again to slip her tongue in my mouth, passionately pressing her lips into mine.

I immediately sucked on her warm tongue, my hands carefully resting on her slim waist, feeling her heated smooth skin underneath my grasp, wanting so desperately to be rough, and yet finding such intense arousal in being gentle.

She moaned then, carefully placing one hand on my gray chest as she shifted her weight slightly, only to pull her tongue away and suck hard on my bottom lip, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she bit down gently.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered, planting another tender kiss. “Yeah, I could really enjoy spending a few long days with you. It’s like you don’t have a limit to the amount of lust inside of you.”

“Umm, w-what do you mean?” I wondered hesitantly.

She kissed me again, pulling away, only to peck me a second time with a grin on her face, seeming to enjoy our lips being together just as much as I was. “Well, see normal humans have a limit. Their capacity to feel lust and essentially ‘burn with passion’ fatigues, just like muscles fatigue. And during normal sexual intercourse with another human, they never reach even close to their maximum lust potential, even if they are having sex with that person for the first time. Which means that they could probably have sex several days in a row, possibly even multiple times a day, and be fine…if it’s with another human.”

I nodded, leaning up again to suck on her bottom lip, prompting her to giggle as she grinded her soaking pussy into my lower stomach, her grin growing as I released her lip and began planting soft kisses on the side of her mouth, followed by her jaw.

She abruptly jerked her head then, intercepting my lips with her own, only to pull away. “But with a succubus,” she continued. “We usually maximize the amount of lust they can produce, leaving them fatigued after just one time. Sure, they might be able to be horny again within a few hours, but their capacity to feel lust and ‘burn with passion’ is just shot, after such an intense experience. However,” she said emphatically, leaning down to peck me on the lips again. “Your lust is very…odd.”

“That good or bad?” I wondered, deciding to explore a little more with my hands, slowly easing my right hand down to cup her tight ass.

Instantly, the end of her slim tail wrapped around my wrist, squeezing gently, making me hesitate briefly before I saw encouragement in her excited green eyes. Squeezing her ass gently, I noted that the sensation of her tail against my skin was strange, because it didn’t feel like normal skin at all. It was much more slick than I was expecting, even despite the shiny surface.

“I’m not sure,” she finally admitted honestly. “Hard to say it’s bad, but it is very strange. If I compared a normal person’s lust to pouring water into a bucket, yours is more like a massive river pouring into the sea. Not only does it seem like it has the capacity to flow quicker, but it’s as if there’s no upper limit to how high it can climb.”

“M-Maybe it’s because my body heals so quickly,” I considered out loud, feeling like my hand was on fire as I cupped and squeezed her ass.

However, the moment that little comment slipped out, her ass tensed, as did the rest of her.

“What do you mean by that?” she asked seriously.

I gave her a confused look, feeling like rapid regeneration shouldn’t be that strange to her…

Right?

“How fast?” she prompted. “Like, if someone cut you, how fast would you heal?”

“Umm, does it matter?” I hedged hesitantly.

Unexpectedly, she bent down and sank her teeth into my jaw, attempting to break through my skin even as the sensation sent an overwhelming sense of pleasure throughout my entire body, causing my cock to begin tensing as it prematurely ejaculated precum.

“Fuck,” I gasped, feeling my head spin.

And then it was over, and Miriam was gone.

Feeling stunned for a second, the warmth on my body having completely vanished, I just laid there in disbelief, before I abruptly sat up, urgently searching for my sexy lover.

The moment our gaze met, seeing that she was using a dresser to steady herself as she trembled slightly, her hand mere inches from the tiara she’d previously taken off, she spoke up.

“I just fucking bit you as hard as I could, and you didn’t even bleed!” she accused, looking sincerely shaken and disturbed.

I was at a complete loss for words. I didn’t know what to say.

“How fast do you heal?” she snapped.

“Fast,” I admitted. “Although, usually I need to drink…” My voice trailed off.

She abruptly took a step back, crossing one arm over her chest defensively, as her other hand twisted in a weird way at her side, her fingers locked in a strange position.

“Drink what?” she hissed, her emerald gaze beginning to look a little wild.

My eyes widened in surprise, everything about her position making me feel like she was about to attack me. And I realized she must not have picked up on my occasional dietary need from performing her Soul Scrying on me, since that was the nature of one of the memories that came up.

“Fuck,” I said under my breath. “Please calm down. I’m not a threat to you. I promise I’m not a threat to you.” She didn’t relax. “Look, here, I’ll lay back down,” I continued, slowly doing so, placing my palms upward at my sides as I focused my gaze up at the ceiling. “I’m completely helpless now,” I added. “So please, calm down. I don’t even understand why you’re so worked up.”

She didn’t respond.

My tone was more pleading. “Please,” I begged, suddenly realizing the implications her reaction might have on everything else, including her willingness to help with the stone. “I’m literally all alone in this world, and someone is trying to kill me. You’re the only person I have. So please, don’t turn on me too. You’ve seen I can be trusted. You’ve seen that I mean you no harm. So please.”

She didn’t respond.

Fuck.

I wasn’t even sure if she was gone, since I couldn’t even trust my own hearing in this mansion.

Thus, I was surprised when I felt a weight settle on the bed, choosing to continue staring up, so she didn’t feel threatened again by my eyes.

I then closed them entirely.

“Please,” I repeated, my tone somber.

I flinched when I felt her delicate hand rest on my chest.

Her tone was surprisingly gentle. “Please forgive me,” she whispered. “You may not be surprised to learn that I’ve barely escaped death on several occasions in my long existence, or that I’ve suffered unimaginable traumas on a number of occasions.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my eyes still closed, my tone as sincere as it could possibly be.

My heart was racing.

She sighed. “The surprise of what you said, and the shock of me not being able to hurt you with even a bite, unfortunately dredged up some very unpleasant memories.” She sighed again, gently rubbing my chest. “I overreacted.”

“It’s fine,” I whispered, my body feeling tense. “And I understand if you’re done.”

She didn’t respond to that at first, her hand growing still, before her fingers left my skin as I felt the bed shift again, feeling like she was standing over me like before, her feet next to my hips.

I then gasped when she abruptly lowered herself back on me, burying her face against my neck, her wet pussy returning to its spot on my lower stomach.

Her heart was pounding.

I could feel it through her chest, beating even faster than mine.

So I was silent, as was she, neither of us budging for what felt like forever.

It was quiet for a long time.

And slowly, her pounding heart slowed, her breathing becoming soft and even.

When she finally spoke again, her tone was soft.

“The purity of your heart is refreshing,” she unexpectedly whispered, finally breaking the silence. “Even for your age, your innocence is above average.”

I cleared my throat, not fully understanding what she was implying, but ready to address the main issue. “So I guess my regeneration isn’t normal.”

“No, it is not,” she said definitively. “If someone bit me and drew blood, I would have to use a spell to speed up recovery, but what you’re suggesting is something else entirely. The fact that I couldn’t even draw blood is something else entirely. And your ability to transform doesn’t explain it, because other creatures with a similar capacity to shift forms can still become injured.”

“Well,” I began hesitantly. “I can still get hurt. It’s just not super easy.”

She paused before responding. “Please believe me when I say I have no intention on harming you. But how?”

I cleared my throat. “The gun. I’m not sure what it would take to kill me, of course, but it would have definitely hurt me.” I sighed, feeling her entire body rise with my chest. “And please understand that I’m really trusting you by sharing that information with you.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Well, you’re not wearing your tiara with the mind stone, so it’s the least I can do in exchange for that level of trust you’re showing me.”

She nodded, sucking in a deep breath as if she was inhaling the scent of my neck. “So, are there any other mysteries to solve, or is heat resistance and fast healing everything?”

I grimaced, deciding right away that I wasn’t ready to share that I could transform people with my blood. However, I did feel like there was something else she should know. “I, umm…I sort of have wings,” I admitted.

She immediately stiffened on top of me. “An illusion spell?” she whispered, almost sounding a bit panicked again.

“No, I can’t do magic.”

She nodded hesitantly, her face still buried against my throat. “Then?”

“Do…do you want me to show you?” I asked tentatively.

“You’re making me nervous,” she whispered.

“I promise I won’t hurt you. And besides you were about to attack me with magic just a little bit ago, weren’t you? I strongly doubt I would be any match for whatever you were going to do.”

She didn’t respond.

Then, she slowly lifted herself up, meeting my gaze as she placed her hands together on my chest, her elbows so close together that it made her small tits, still hidden by the latex bikini top, look much plumper from being squished together. “Okay, show me,” she whispered.

I nodded, carefully moving my arms to get my elbows back far enough to start propping myself up fully. The motion caused her to slide down a little as I sat up, until she was sitting just above my cock, my shaft still quite hard and growing even harder when it found itself in her crack, her tail unexpectedly wrapping around the head like it had a mind of its own.

In the meantime, Miriam was now staring up at me, her lips a mere inch from mine, her chin tilted up as if she was ready for me to kiss her.

“Ready?” I asked quietly.

She nodded, her gaze finally shifting to my shoulder when she noticed my muscles were beginning to squirm as they restructured themselves. And then her emerald eyes widened as my coal-gray appendages began growing larger and larger, until I was fanning out my massive wings on either side.

She began trembling in my lap, her breathing picking up again, looking so much smaller than me now that I was fully transformed, simply because my wings alone made me look so much bigger -- so much more than just a humanoid body.

Wanting to ease her tension, I tried to keep my tone lighthearted as I spoke.

“I guess I look like a real incubus now, huh?” I whispered.

She immediately shook her head, her tail tensing on my cock harder as she met my gaze. “No,” she whispered, a slight tremble in her voice. “They do look much like the rest of your body, but…” She paused. “But Kai, incubi don’t have wings.”

“What?” I gasped in shock.

She quickly continued. “They don’t have wings,” she repeated, only to take a deep breath. “But Archdemons do.”

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