Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 37

April 11, 2021

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- CHAPTER 37: Succubus -

Not wanting to ruin the trust I’d apparently earned after the succubus Miriam used her magic on me, still feeling confused about what exactly she did, I kept my eyes mostly averted as the sexy devil maid began leading me back down the concrete hallway in their makeshift basement…which sincerely felt like a modern dungeon, considering the design.

And considering the potential invisible barrier that prevented sound from entering or escaping this space, the bare walls unfortunately not giving me much to look at.

Which meant, I found myself trying to ignore Gwen’s shapely hips and skinny waist, instead choosing to stare down at her midnight furry tail, looking like a long panther tail, watching it sway behind her as she clacked along in her high-heels, wearing a silk black-and-white maid outfit that was very similar to what I’d imagined while blindfolded, though a bit more risqué than I anticipated.

At the very least, I felt like it was designed to look much more like it was meant for a porn video, instead of regular everyday life.

The shoulders of the outfit were a little poofy, with nonexistence sleeves, exposing virtually all of her smooth pale arms, the front dipping down to the point that it pretty much exposed all of her delicate chest, including her swelling cleavage, almost revealing the nipples of her B-cup sized breasts.

And it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, simply because her shockingly huge nipples were poking through the black silk fabric, with the support for her tits appearing to come from the fitted material itself, the already snug waist being bound even tighter with a white silk apron that was far too small to be functional.

Focusing on the lowcut back, her delicate shoulder blades in plain sight thanks to her chin-length hair, I could see that it had a black zipper that went all the way down to the skirt portion, which was also poofy and short as hell, to the point that I felt like I’d see her tight ass if she bent over even a little…or if she tensed her furry tail and lifted the skirt with it.

Either way, all of her legs were pretty much exposed, revealing what I initially thought were thigh-high silk stockings, only to realize her legs were covered in the same shiny black fur, stopping just before the middle of her thick thighs.

Fuck, her thighs were thick, looking muscular as she walked, instead of fluffy from fat.

Honestly, just considering her lower half, I would have thought she was some kind of cat demon, but everything else about her screamed devil demon, including the midnight horns coming out of her forehead, curving backward over her short black hair and then curving back up slightly and outwards, coupled with her slitted crimson eyes.

Glancing up at her horns, I sincerely began to wonder why they had glowing red cracks in them, only to focus down at the frilly silk collar on her neck, which was pretty much the only thing making it feel like she wasn’t half naked, considering how much of her back and chest were exposed.

I averted my gaze again when we rounded the corner to begin ascending the steps, only to abruptly turn my head back toward her when she took her first step.

Holy shit!

She wasn’t wearing stilettos!

Fuck, she wasn’t wearing shoes at all!

The heel of her foot was slightly elevated off the ground, with it appearing as if she was perfectly balanced on massive hooves where I’d normally expect to see a person’s toes!

Fuck, how did I not notice that sooner?!

I supposed between the sound and the fact that her legs look mostly normal, not to mention her posture, I just assumed she was wearing high heels. Plus, her hooves were pitch-black so they kind of blended in with the fur.

But shit, I supposed she was a bit more exotic than I even realized at first, never mind her purple lips and the purple eyelids.

Unexpectedly, Gwen stopped midstep, and glanced back at me, causing me to quickly avert my gaze.

“You’ve realized I don’t have humanoid feet,” she stated bluntly.

I looked up at her in shock. “You can read my mind?” I asked in disbelief, only to avert my eyes again.

“No,” she replied simply. “But I can grasp hints of your thoughts, like shadows in the moonlight.” She paused. “And you’re concerned about meeting my gaze.” She frowned. “You can look at me. I trust my mistress. Look me in the eyes.”

I did so, still feeling a little uncomfortable as I met her slitted crimson gaze, not wanting to lose what little trust I’d just gained.

“I like it when you look me in the eyes,” she continued quietly. “You aren’t afraid of how I look naturally, without an illusion spell. You…” She tilted her head slightly in confusion, her jet-black hair shifting as well. “Think I’m beautiful?” she said in surprise, only for her cheeks to abruptly flush, the vibrant red cracks in her horns growing bright as she abruptly turned her head away. She then cleared her throat, beginning to climb the concrete stairs again. “Umm, this way please.”

I couldn’t help but hesitate, feeling disoriented by her so easily perceiving what was in my thoughts, wondering if she was being dishonest by saying she couldn’t flat out read my mind.

However, at the very least, it did make me realize why she might have been friendly with me earlier, after her initial rude greeting. More than likely, she began with the preconception that I was a threat to them, only to quickly begin picking up on my nonthreatening thoughts, or shadows of those thoughts, feeling a bit more comfortable with me by the time we reached the basement.

Focusing up on her midnight tail, I was about to continue after her, only to freeze solid when her tail lifted up just incrementally, which wouldn’t have been enough to reveal anything underneath her skirt if we were standing on level ground.

But from this angle, I unexpectedly caught sight of a vibrant icy-blue jewel right in the middle of her tight ass cheeks, no panties in sight.

Holy fuck!

Instantly, she froze solid, abruptly slamming her hand over her ass, shoving her tail down in the process like she was fighting it, her pale skin actively flushing red all along her arms and exposed back.

She didn’t look back at me, sounding embarrassed as hell. “I-It’s not a butt-plug!” she exclaimed, the cracks on her horns growing even more vibrant red. “It’s h-how my mistress keeps my t-temperature under control!”

I didn’t respond, but I couldn’t help but feel skeptical, wondering if it had to be a butt-plug.

“T-This is a humane alternative!” she snapped, as if I’d voiced my thoughts out loud, seeming even more flustered. “The more traditional way, of essentially neutering my kind, would be much more permanent! And cruel!”

I realized that my amusement and shock at the ridiculousness of all this was sincerely bothering her, so I tried to dial it down and get more serious.

“Sorry,” I said sincerely. “It’s just between your mistress being a succubus, and then the silk maid outfit, coupled with this, I sort of let my thoughts get carried away. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

She finally turned toward me, crossing her arms over her chest, looking as if she was attempting to appear firm, while her crimson eyes just continued to give away her embarrassment and vulnerability. “I’ll have you know that silk is a self-extinguishing fabric, which means if it starts burning, it won’t catch fire on its own. It’ll go out the moment the flame is gone.”

“Sorry,” I repeated sincerely. “And honestly, you having that in you is really hot, so no need to be embarrassed.”

Her face flushed again, seeming speechless now.

“So,” I quickly continued. “Does that mean your normal temperature is hot enough to catch stuff on fire?” I asked hesitantly. “Without the, umm, magical device…in your butt…”

She grimaced. “N-Not necessarily,” she replied, shifting her weight uneasily. “I’m actually an inferno imp, so it d-depends on my mood, but my skin would be h-hot enough to scald a human without it. My normal temperature, when I’m in a good mood, is close to a hundred fifty. Just a touch would be enough to burn someone, like touching the inside of an oven.”

“Huh,” I replied simply, not realizing there were actually different types of imps. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, you don’t have to worry about burning me. I’m not very sensitive to temperatures. I can stick my hand in boiling water and feel just fine.”

Her slitted crimson eyes widened in shock. “T-That’s not possible. Even if you are half-incubus.”

Wait. What?

I froze solid as I considered that, looking up and holding her gaze as I tried to process what she was implying. My brow then furrowed.

“Is it possible my mother is an imp like you?” I wondered hesitantly.

“No,” she replied definitively. “My kind cannot breed with other demons, which is why we’ve grown so rare, since we aren’t as prolific in our procreation. And besides, you shouldn’t have a human form if both your parents were demons.”

I nodded slowly as I considered that. “So, that means my father also couldn’t be half-imp, right?”

She shook her head. “It’s impossible. And he wouldn’t be immortal if he was anything less than a true incubus.”

“What does that mean?” I said in surprise.

Her brow furrowed slightly as she seemingly tried to grasp why I was confused. “Oh!” she then said. “Do you not realize that it is impossible for a true succubus to spawn another true succubus?”

“What?” I whispered in disbelief, feeling like that didn’t make any sense at all.

“Succubi were not created through normal procreation,” she explained. “Nor were incubi. And those who exist currently have done so since the beginning. In truth, their immortality is the only reason why they persist. And when one of their kind dies, that is permanently one less that exists in the world.”

Well shit, no wonder Miriam was so cautious.

From a race standpoint, her kind could one day stop existing altogether if they were all killed off. And in fact, it almost made me wonder if that was actually the true reason for her paranoia and distrust, since I could imagine there being groups out there who desired that -- to eliminate their immortal races from the world.

Fuck, Miriam might be living her whole life in fear, feeling like she always had to watch over her shoulder to ensure she wasn’t being stalked in the middle of the night, simply because of what she was.

I was about to probe for more information, but Gwen unexpectedly shook her head.

“I am sorry, but I’ve spoken too freely. My mistress may be upset for me sharing so much. I must request that you resume your inquiries with her, if you desire to know more.”

“Umm, sure,” I agreed hesitantly, taking another step up. “And sorry again about seeing too much,” I added, wondering why she didn’t just wear panties in the first place.

Because then, I wouldn’t have seen anything strange, aside from a really nice firm ass.

Gwen’s face flushed all over again, another wave of obvious embarrassment hitting her. “I actually was wearing panties when you arrived!” she snapped, looking as if her emotions were shifting to anger again. “But my mistress needed energy to analyze your stupid rock, and I wasn’t afforded the time to attend to myself afterward!”

I just stared at her in complete and total shock, wondering if she was implying what I thought she was implying.

When her face became even more flushed, her brief anger shifting back to her being completely mortified, I suspected I knew exactly what she meant.

“Oh.” I cleared my throat. “Umm, but that was a good thing for you, right?” I asked hesitantly, being completely serious, since her calling the stone ‘stupid’ made me wonder if she actually had reason to be angry. “Or did you truly sacrifice to help with this?” I added, sincerely concerned.

Her tense shoulders slowly loosened as she held my gaze, before she relaxed altogether. “It’s stupid because it would have killed you,” she whispered, glancing away. “And no, it was not a sacrifice for me to devote my lust to my mistress.”

Welp! That just about pushed me over the edge!

Unexpectedly realizing that during the hour I was waiting in the dungeon, Miriam and Gwen were fucking it up in order to generate the energy to analyze the stone, suddenly made my cock feel like it was burning up, with the entire situation being somehow hotter than if they were just fucking for pure fun.

Because this way, it felt as if they were fucking for me.

And in an instant, I was horny as hell and ready to get out of this narrow stairwell before I made a really stupid decision.

“We should get to the dining hall,” I said firmly, averting my gaze as I started hurrying up toward her. “Come on,” I urged when she didn’t react. “Don’t want to make the mistress wait. She’s probably irritated that she has to start on the meal by herself.”

“Oh!” Gwen said in surprise, doing a complete one-eighty, both in attitude and physically, as she spun around. “I hope she hasn’t started yet,” she added, bolting up the stairs with surprising grace.

I tried so hard to not touch her ass as she escaped my reach, wondering what in the hell I was even thinking to even consider it, since the merciful mistress might be sincerely pissed I’d touched her maid.

But damn, no wonder Gwen found it so easy to move in her outfit. She basically had nothing restraining her lower half from the hips down, and that butt-plug didn’t look like it was going to come out unless someone gave it a really good tug.

Shit, I needed to focus on something else.

Anything else.

Finally escaping the stairwell, and then following Gwen out of the tiny closet that concealed the entrance to the basement, we soon found ourselves in the front entrance, my eyes widening in shock at just how grandiose it was.

Fancy paintings of beautiful landscapes, twin staircases with elaborate handrails, seating areas with plush couches and coffee tables...and this was only the grand foyer! Damn, I wondered how amazing the rest of this place looked, knowing it must be huge.

However, Gwen wasn’t waiting on me anymore, seeming urgent to get to the kitchen, so I followed her down another hallway furnished with potted plants, continuing on through a back entrance, only to find myself in what kind of seemed like a modern breakroom for the hired help.

But Gwen passed right through it, continuing on through another set of doors into a kitchen that would put most restaurants to shame.

Shit, it was full of shiny metal appliances, looking spotless as if no one had ever cooked here even once, with her abruptly stopping as she focused on her right.

“Oh mistress,” she said apologetically, ignoring me as I stepped up next to her. “I’m sorry for making you wait. What would you like me to do?”

I barely heard Miriam’s response as I stopped dead in my tracks, my softened erection beginning to stiffen all over again at the sight before me, finding the succubus who’d been on my lap not long ago almost completely naked as she bent over in search for a skillet, revealing almost all of her tan skin.

Fuck, she was so skinny!

Thin arms, thin thighs, tiny plump ass, toned back revealing dimples at the bottom, thin shoulders, A-cup breasts, and a slim tummy, all of it only covered in what looked like a black latex bikini, with the thong straps pulled up high on her bony hips, the back strap tight between her ass cheeks.

Holy fuck!

Her outfit seemed so cliché to me, and yet I felt like I shouldn’t have expected anything less.

Or rather, I shouldn’t have expected anything more.

Vibrant red hair, seeming perfectly straight and cut as short as Gwen’s, only reaching down to about her chin, did little to hide her exposed frame, the gorgeous color adorned with a silver tiara on her head, coupled with a familiar looking amethyst stone right in the center.

I shouldn’t have been surprised about that either.

Of course she’d be wearing a mind stone around me, even after using her magic to verify I could be trusted.

And yet none of that was the most unexpected aspect of her appearance.

She had a tail!

And wings!

Both of which were initially her normal tan coloring, only to rapidly shift to pitch-black, the skin of her unique appendages looking just as shiny and smooth as the latex bikini she was wearing. Honestly, she looked very much like depictions of succubi I’d seen before, only missing the heart-shaped spade at the end of her slim tail, but witnessing the real thing in person was very different than seeing a fake image.

And fuck, she was so hot!

But why was she so hot?

I’d never really had a preference for women with such a thin figure and short stature, and yet I felt like all I desperately wanted to do right now was to walk up behind her and shove my cock in her tight pussy, so easily accessed with so little covering it.

Fuck!

Having grabbed what she wanted, Miriam stood up then, revealing to me her gorgeous, youthful, chiseled, adorable face, her eyes such a vibrant green that they almost looked as if they were glowing as she acted like she’d only just now noticed me.

And for half a second, I unexpectedly could picture her wearing jeans and a normal t-shirt, standing in a classroom back at my school, looking so fucking adorable as she greeted me like we were best friends, with her being excited that we were getting ready to graduate in a handful of weeks.

However, the vivid image in my head vanished the moment she spoke.

“Oh hey!” she said cheerfully, making an exaggerated gesture as she held the pan up, her wrist bent sideways, her elbow against her side, while placing her other thin hand on her tan bony hip. “You actually are kind of handsome, aren’t you?” she giggled, only to grin widely as she glanced down. “And clearly very happy right now,” she teased, only to laugh at my grimace, her tone making her sound like my buddy. “Man, I tell you what, my immortal life would be sooo boring if this kind of thing got old. But I can promise you that seeing a young man succumb to my seduction never ceases to excite me.”

“You…umm, you’re being really friendly,” I commented randomly, just trying to grasp onto anything at this point, struggling to focus on anything other than my desire to pick this hot chick up and impale her on my cock.

She grinned even wider, her tone playful, with a hint of sarcasm. “Now, what poor excuse for a succubus would I be if I wasn’t an expert at making my victims feel welcome?” She laughed again, only for her tone to become lusty as it dropped lower. “Or making them feel special, like they’re the most important person in the world to me.”

“Okay, please stop,” I said seriously, reaching over to grab the metal countertop for support, my cock beginning to hurt it was so hard now.

She laughed even harder. “Oh, poor baby,” she teased. “Did this little old hag make you almost pop prematurely?” She pouted, definitely looking like a teenager putting on a show. “Maybe I’ll let you jerk one out in front of me, if you let me have a little taste of that delicious lust you’re exuding. There’s just so much of it.”

I scoffed. “Do you really even need my permission?” I asked seriously.

Unexpectedly she frowned, her tone suddenly serious. “No. But with what you’re capable of, I’d be a fool to not give you my deepest respect.” Instantly, her expression and tone were cheerful again. “And you’d be a fool to not likewise offer me your deepest respect.”

I sighed. “Yeah, well you should know that I’m more than happy to respect you, right?” I replied, only to shake my head as I stood up straight. “Honestly, I’m still not sure what just happened down there in that room. Like, did you see my memories or something?”

She sighed, abruptly holding out the skillet to the woman next to me, her thin arm perfectly straight as if it weighed nothing. “Gwen, would you fry up some of the cold rice they made yesterday. I’ll go grab the frozen spring rolls to heat up.” She paused, focusing on me. “Any requests?” she wondered. “Chinese is on the menu for lunch. No meat though.”

“Chinese food?” I said in surprise.

Her thin red eyebrows shot up as she handed the skillet off to Gwen. “Umm, yeah. Duh. You think I’m going to waste my five-star chef on normal food?” She scoffed. “It’s ‘fine dining’ here every day of the week, though I occasionally have cravings for the basics, like grilled cheese, and peanut butter banana sandwiches.”

I frowned at that.

“What?” she asked with a grin. “Am I convincing you that I’m only about your age?”

I cleared my throat. “Umm, yeah. Hard to believe you’re so old.”

She scoffed, reaching back to grab her shiny whip-like tail. “Careful now, young man. I know how to pull out my old lady belt for spankings.” She laughed. “Gwen would certainly know.”

Surprisingly, the person in question didn’t even react, as if she was used to this kind of playful banter, busying herself with pulling a big bowl of rice out of one-of-two massive silver fridges.

“Anyway,” Miriam continued, letting go of her tail and gesturing with both hands dramatically to the side, seeming to overly exaggerate as if she was introducing someone on a stage. “If you have no requests, then I should tell you that your date is impatiently waiting for your arrival, if you’d be so kind as to have a seat in the dining hall.”

“Oh,” I said in surprise, focusing on the door where she was indicating. “Is Mrs. Rebecca okay?” I asked seriously, beginning to walk in that direction.

Miriam’s expression dropped, as did her hands and cheer, now looking serious. “Yeah, she’s fine. A little upset is all. I’m sure that her seeing you’re okay will help alleviate her symptoms.”

Fuck.

I turned my head fully toward the door then, forgetting all about the pair of sexy women behind me as I made haste through the set of double doors, only to find myself in a small room with carts, quickly moving through the next set of doors.

When I popped out at the edge of a massive space with a long table and fancy chandeliers, it took all of half a second for Mrs. Rebecca to spot me.

It was obvious she’d been crying.

“Oh Kai!” she exclaimed, running over to me, her huge tits bouncing around with her green blouse as she did so. “You’re okay,” she sobbed, throwing herself at my chest and wrapping her arms tightly around me, burying her face against my shoulder. “I am so sorry,” she whimpered. “So so sorry. Please forgive me. I had no idea she would…” She sobbed again. “I tried to stop her, but I…” Another sob.

“Hey,” I said gently, returning the embrace and tenderly rubbing her slim back. “I’m okay. And I don’t blame you,” I added. “Seems like she approached things a bit differently than either of us were expecting.”

“I’m so sorry,” she repeated. “She…she kind of flipped out when she sensed traces of your compulsion on me, and I tried to explain but she wouldn’t have it.” She squeezed me even tighter. “I tried to make her listen, but she was convinced you had control of me. So she tied me up and used her Soul Scrying on me.”

“Soul Scrying?” I repeated in surprise. “Is that what she did to me too?”

Mrs. Rebecca finally looked up at me, her cheeks wet with tears as she sniffled, her green eyes somber, her heavy red curls hiding her shoulders. “Umm, yeah probably. It’s a divination magic that uses one’s soul as a catalyst to divulge the nature of its essence. Much like using a crystal ball or mirror, except that what she does is significantly more potent.”

“And it’s safe?” I said hopefully.

She sniffled again. “Yeah, it’s not dangerous. It was just uncomfortable to have my own mom trying to seduce me and use my lust for the spell.”

Oh fuck.

I tried not to react.

“Did she have to use Gwen instead?” I wondered hesitantly, knowing I was focusing on the wrong things here.

Mrs. Rebecca grimaced. “Umm, no. I had enough lust.” Her expression pained then. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated. “I felt horrible, knowing I was feeling so good when you were all alone in the basement, but she knows all my sweet spots, and it’s pretty much impossible to resist her influence.”

“Umm, yeah,” I agreed, knowing I’d just had a raging hard-on only moments ago when she was apparently working her charm on me. “I couldn’t really help it either,” I admitted.

Mrs. Rebecca nodded, her expression lightening up some when she pressed her thigh more into my cock. She then sighed. “Well, at least it seems like you’re both physically and emotionally unscathed,” she commented, reaching down to gently touch me. “Or at least, this big guy is still working just fine.”

“Sorry,” I whispered, feeling a little embarrassed that the idea of her mom seducing her was so fucking hot. “I know this is all serious, and I’m taking it serious. It’s just…”

She nodded, giving me a small smile. “You’re very much still a teenage boy,” she mused. “Being horny seems to make everything else take the back seat. But at least you’re not mad at me. I’ll be sure to treat you to something special before I take you back home, okay? It’s the least I can do after putting you through all this. I really am sorry.”

I couldn’t help but grin at her, sincerely feeling my mood lifted from that promise. Dammit, I really needed to grow up. Although, I knew that there might be unseen influences going on that I couldn’t control, like a certain little succubus in the other room, who seemed to be more potent in her capacity to seduce than I would have anticipated. “Sounds good,” I agreed, only to nearly jump when I heard something close behind me.

Fuck, no one snuck up on me.

No one.

Why in the hell couldn’t I hear anything in this house?

I should be able to hear Miriam and Gwen in the kitchen, especially since I’d been able to pick up on Gwen’s footsteps when we first arrived, despite the fact that I was much further away.

And more than that. I should be able to hear the birds in the trees outside, as well as the leaves flowing in the warm wind, and even the smaller sounds like squirrels rustling and scratching as they climbed along the bark.

Glancing over my shoulder, I was surprised to see it was Gwen.

She spoke the moment I met her gaze. “My mistress instructed me to sit with both of you while she finishes up. She’s decided she wants to cook the rest herself.”

“Oh, umm, okay,” I agreed, glancing at Mrs. Rebecca and moving toward the long table, figuring I’d sit on the other side so I could keep an eye on the kitchen doors. “Oh,” I added. “Can I ask you a question, Gwen? Why can’t I hear anything?” I wondered seriously.

She paused just as she pulled back a tall chair, focusing on me. “I’m not sure if my mistress would want me to share,” she replied, obvious regret in her expression.

Mrs. Rebecca had already sat down, patting the seat next to her. “Oh, I’ll tell you,” she retorted. “It’s not that big of a deal. It’s basically a spell that prevents eavesdropping, using energy from the ground to sustain itself indefinitely. The strength of the effect varies quite a bit though, depending on your location in the house.”

“Oh,” I said simply, having a seat beside her as I glanced at Gwen across the table. “Makes sense.”

The sexy devil maid decided to sit down then, her cheeks beginning to flush slightly as she did so, her very large nipples growing visibly harder against her tight silk holding her tits in place, with her noticeably taking a deep breath once she was settled.

Oh fuck, she still had that butt-plug in her ass, something that I was sure rarely came out.

And suddenly, I couldn’t help but have only one thing on my mind.

I desperately wanted to ask her an obvious and totally inappropriate question. ‘Does that feel good?’

Unexpectedly, Gwen inclined her chin just slightly, her cheeks flushing even more as she cleared her throat and glanced away.

Oh fuck, this was making me so horny. I almost wanted to ask if I could eat her for lunch instead, easily visualizing myself slipping underneath this table and wiggling my way through her thick muscular thighs.

Gwen’s face turned bright red as she cleared her throat again, parting her shiny purple lips like she was searching for something to say, anything to end the awkward silence.

Miriam suddenly walked through the double doors then, coming much sooner than I was expecting, carrying a surprisingly large tray in her tiny arms, having bowls of hastily fried rice, spring rolls, and a bottle of soy sauce, with no sign of meat, as mentioned.

I recalled that Gabriella had grown up a vegetarian, knowing her mom was as well, and suddenly I began to wonder if it truly ran in the family, since everything Miriam was bringing out was aligned with a meatless diet. There wasn’t even the scent of eggs, indicating that the rice had been likely fried only using soy sauce, and the spring rolls were probably fried with vegetable oil, though I had no idea if eggs were truly something she wouldn’t eat.

But damn, it all still looked and smelled amazing.

It was only as she set the platter down that she noticed her maid’s flushed expression. She then smirked, beginning to slide dishes across the table toward us, only to focus up at me as she placed both hands on her bony hips, seeming to display all of her tan bikini-clad body for me to see.

“Oh,” she said casually, her grin widening. “And as restitution for how you were treated while you were here, would you be of preference to fuck my maid before you go?”

My jaw literally dropped.

“Whoa, hold on,” I said in shock, glancing at Gwen and then back at her, feeling absolutely dumbfounded at this point. “I am so confused right now. First, you don’t trust me and even threaten my life, and now things are not only great, but you’re also offering me…” My voice trailed off.

Shit, how could this be so night and day?

It was like she did her Soul Scrying on me, and then boom, I was her family now.

Or at least a respected guest.

Miriam exaggerated a heavy sigh, only to throw her hands up like she was acting for a play. “Truly, you were raised by humans,” she said almost mockingly. “Oh, how I’ll never understand why your lot perceives sex as such a sacred act.” She shook her head. “Perhaps, let me rephrase, little boy. Would you, my esteemed guest, be interested in shaking hands with my maid? In a guest bedroom?” She paused. “Using your cock,” she added flatly, as if I needed the extra clarification.

When I didn’t respond right away, she sighed heavily and continued.

“Aside from me, and my few descendants, Gwen here can’t partake in such acts with most others, simply due to the nature of her existence, even with the measures I’ve taken to reduce her temperature. Unfortunately, there is only so much a magical item can do to bottle up the effects of her lust, which really gets her heated up. However, she’s just recently informed me that you claim to not be burned easily, and I admit I am very curious to find out if that’s true, since I’ve never heard of an incubus being heat resistant like succubi are.”

I sighed, only to focus on the demoness in question, since I wanted to make something clear…before I rejected the offer.

“Look, you are absolutely gorgeous,” I said firmly to Gwen. “And I’d feel very lucky to have sex with you,” I added, only to pause, glancing at Miriam. “However, after everything I just experienced, I’m hesitant to enjoy myself. I know you claim that you trust me now, but I was recently tested by someone else I care for…” I paused again when I noticed Mrs. Rebecca grimace in the corner of my vision. “And I’m just paranoid that everything is a test at this point.”

Miriam abruptly clapped her hands, a smirk tugging on her cute perfect lips. “Congratulations, you passed the test.”

“Are you fucking serious?” I hissed in disbelief.

She laughed. “No, not at all. But it was funny seeing your reaction.” She chuckled again. “And please, do fuck my maid. She could really use it. And I could really use the unraveling of another mystery. Might even be able to siphon off some lust for myself while I’m at it.”

I sighed, focusing on Gwen again. “If I decline now, will you be willing again in the future?” I asked seriously.

She looked up at me in surprise. “Oh, umm, yes,” she replied quietly.

“Look,” I continued, feeling like she was taking this too hard. “You can perceive my thoughts, right? Or my intentions, or whatever? What are they telling you right now?”

The sexy devil frowned then, her purple lips looking so plump and perfect, only to focus more intently on me, her slitted crimson eyes sharp. “You want my body. You perceive it as exotic and want to explore it. You want to pleasure me, and want to receive pleasure from me.” She sighed. “But you are also hesitant, due to the nature of the situation, as well as due to your preestablished commitments with others.”

Well shit.

I was about to say, ‘exactly what I just said’ only for her to add a little something to it.

“Oh, umm, yeah,” I agreed, feeling awkward that she’d taken it a step further than what I was saying out loud, by mentioning my preestablished commitments. Granted, I supposed I opened myself up to it in the first place, so I had no right to complain, and it wasn’t like I was hiding the fact that I was sort of with other women, and wanted to respect them by avoiding fucking around with random people as much as possible.

Miriam sighed heavily again. “Well, how about me then?” she asked with a straight face. “Want to fuck me before you leave? I’m curious to know what my daughter finds so amazing about you.”

Holy fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Was I going to get out of this place without fucking someone?

Shit!

“I…I thought you said I was disgusting,” I repeated in disbelief, knowing I’d already made that statement already.

She laughed. “Oh honey, do you really think I care? You could be ugly as shit and I’d fuck you, so long as you give me that juicy lust you have within you. And not only are you quite handsome, but ohhh,” she moaned, exaggerating the word. “You have so much lust just waiting to be eaten up.”

When I didn’t respond, she giggled again.

“Little boy, ever heard the phrase ‘beauty is on the inside?’ Well, I believe that’s quite true, as everyone’s lust is quite beautiful to me. Doesn’t matter what you look like, I perceive everyone as being quite special.” She grinned. “And delicious.”

I cleared my throat, my cock feeling like it was literally going to explode, and not the fun kind, but the ‘too much blood flowing there’ kind. And yet, somehow it felt amazing, and I couldn’t help but wonder how it might feel getting my engorged member in this short sexy woman’s tight snatch.

I wondered if her pussy lips would be juicy and inviting like Mrs. Rebecca’s were, even despite her otherwise thin frame.

“It’s alright if you want to,” my redhead MILF unexpectedly whispered next to me. “I don’t mind at all.”

I shook my head, taking a deep breath, trying to clear my thoughts as I changed the subject. “So, umm, about this stone. Not to put pressure on you or anything, but you said you can remove the curse? How long do you think that might take?”

Miriam frowned, finally crossing her arms over her scantily clad chest, her slim belly tensing slightly. “I don’t know,” she replied honestly. “The spell is very dangerous, and a bit complex. Picture it like unraveling a tangled ball of wires connected to a bomb. I have to untangle the mess while avoiding detonation.”

“Fuck,” I hissed, sincerely concerned now. “It’s not dangerous for you, is it? Because if you could die from this, then just forget it. I don’t need to know what the message is that bad.”

Her emerald eyes narrowed slightly, arms still crossed.

“Why you care, I can hardly fathom,” she mumbled, only to sigh. “How does someone as naïve and innocent as you come from an incubus?” she asked seriously, though it was obvious the question was rhetorical.

Still, I replied anyway, a hint of sarcasm in my tone.

“Umm, sorry that I don’t want the mother, of two of the women I love, to die?”

She grinned, seeming to approve of the sass for some reason. “Is it dangerous for the idiotic? Certainly. But I’ll be fine. I’ve dispelled a number of dangerous spells in my lifetime, and I always have a scapegoat in the event something goes wrong.”

I immediately looked at Gwen uncomfortably, the word ‘goat’ reminding me of her hooved feet and horns.

“Oh please,” Miriam said in exaggerated disbelief. “You really think I’d risk my precious sex pet?” She scoffed. “I’ll usually pick up a random human for these types of experiments,” she explained, shrugging her delicate shoulders. “Best case and they’ll have the most amazing mind-blowing sexual experience of their life. Worst case and they’ll also have the most amazing mind-blowing experience of their life…and then suffer an excruciating death, which they’ll happily accept after I’ve literally pleasured them into their own mental paradise.”

“Shit,” I hissed.

She smirked at my reaction. “But don’t worry,” she reassured me. “I’m very good at dealing with these types of curses. I feel confident that whatever person I pick up will leave here alive and well, wishing they could stay forever.”

I sighed heavily, knowing this really needed to be done. Because at this point, I either needed to look for clues in my mother’s message, or possibly try to seek her out directly, so I could ask her who might have tried killing me.

Because it couldn’t be her.

If she was the woman that gave birth to me, then she had ample time to end my life when I was at my most vulnerable, so I felt like it wouldn’t make sense for it to be her.

And my father…

That didn’t really make sense either, considering he basically put a house over my head, food in my stomach, and provided a family to raise me. He too could have killed me when I was much younger, which meant it had to be a third party who wanted me dead.

But why?

I had no idea.

However, what I did know was I had to find out, and soon, taking whatever measures necessary to ensure that the people I loved didn’t end up just as dead as I would have been, if I’d used that stone.

Dammit.

I took a deep breath. “Thank you,” I replied sincerely. “And if there’s any way I can pay you back, please let me know.”

Miriam grinned. “Oh, don’t think I’m doing this for free. I fully expect you to owe me a favor,” she replied warmly, just a hint of a mischievous glint in her sparkling emerald eyes.

Ah shit. I should have known.

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