Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 32

February 27, 2021

DISCLAIMER: All characters engaging in sexual conduct are 18 years or older, and legally permitted to engage in such activities, irrespective of pet names used for each other.

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- CHAPTER 32: Desire -

It took all of ten seconds of passionately kissing Michelle, before her cheating husband recovered from the shock of the sounds we were making and spoke up from the other side of the door. Unsurprisingly, at first he couldn’t believe what he was hearing and said that plainly, only to tell us to stop.

And when that didn’t work, he became more aggressive, pounding on the door.

“Stop!” he nearly shrieked. “Stop before I kick down this door! What in the hell do you think you’re doing, Michelle?! Is that boy even legal?! Are you seriously screwing with a kid?!”

Michelle finally pulled away, his words snapping her out of our lustful exchange.

“Like you’re one to talk!” she yelled, her light gray face growing a little darker as her face flushed in anger, her dark gray freckles becoming a little less noticeable. “And how old is your little twit? Nineteen?! She can’t even drink yet!”

“She’s almost twenty!” he roared back, as if he was somehow countering her point.

“And you’re more than twice her age!” she retorted aggressively, only for her tone to become more flat, even if it was still firm. “Now, I’ve actually never kissed this young man until just now. But you’ve pushed me to do it! You made me decide to give you a dose of your own medicine, and he’s the closest thing available!”

Ouch. That stung a little.

Michelle immediately gave me an apologetic look, realizing what it sounded like she was saying. However, when her husband began stuttering as he tried to respond, she focused on the door again, her thin white eyebrows knitted together, the ring of white light in her azure and midnight eyes looking extra bright around her pupil.

“Now, you have one of two options. Either you leave, and I don’t call the police. Or you stay, and I’ll make you listen to me fuck this young man while the police are on their way!”

“The hell, Michelle?! You can’t be serious!”

“Don’t tempt me, bastard,” she hissed. “I’d like nothing more than to make you listen to a nice young man fuck me like you never could!”

“You’ll fuck him anyway if I leave!” he retorted.

“Actually, no, I won’t,” she said seriously. “I’m not in the mood at all,” she lied. “But I am very interested in making you feel like shit.”

Silence.

He was completely silent.

Honestly, I couldn’t imagine him leaving on his own, and started wondering how we might get out of this situation without it becoming a physical altercation. Or without actually getting the police involved, neither of which were ideal situations. Certainly, I could just manhandle the guy, but again that would mean it became a physical altercation.

Mr. Copeland cleared his throat. “Fine!” he snapped. “I’ll be sitting in my car on the curb down the street! Then we’ll see who is making up shit!”

“You go right ahead,” she hissed back. “We’ll be leaving in a couple of minutes either way. Now get the hell out. And if you follow us, I swear I’ll get a restraining order on you! The last thing I need is you harassing this boy’s sweet family that has been helping take care of us while you’ve been off fucking a barely legal girl!”

“Fucking bitch!” he yelled, surprising me when he stomped away and down the stairs.

Wow, was he really leaving?

I supposed he had no reason to believe she was lying about making him listen to her have sex with me, if for no other reason than revenge, and he’d be foolish to tempt her by hanging around longer. Not to mention, he also probably realized he sincerely had no right to be in this house and could really get arrested if she called the police on him.

That was assuming the house was only in her name, but I suspected it was after our conversation about the prenup and the way she spoke about this place.

Sighing, I decided to let Michelle go, knowing I’d really overstepped some major boundaries here. I’d been almost in a daze just a minute ago, thanks to the messages I’d received from Mrs. Rebecca, but now I was feeling more sober about the situation, realizing things could really get out of hand if this guy tried to show up at my home.

I mean, how far would I have to go to keep him away? Because killing Avery’s dad wasn’t exactly an option, nor should I even really be thinking in those kinds of terms, and he might actually get me arrested if I beat the shit out of him.

However, even as I released my grip on Michelle, I was surprised when she continued to hold on tightly.

“I’m so sorry, dear,” she whispered, her star-eclipsed eyes looking ashamed. “I didn’t mean anything offensive by what I said.”

I shook my head. “You’re fine,” I replied gently. “But then, are we really going to leave in a couple of minutes, or are you wanting to do more stuff?” I paused. “Because I’d be more than happy to climb into bed with you,” I added.

Of course, I knew we’d have to probably try to avoid actual orgasms, like I’d done with Serenity, but I was open to burning with passion up until that point.

Michelle grimaced. “I…I don’t know, dear. There’s my daughter to consider, and…” Her voice trailed off.

Knowing my hormones were beginning to speak, I cleared my throat.

“Umm, it’s actually her fantasy,” I blurted out, prompting the woman to look up at me in shock and confusion. I quickly elaborated. “Her deepest fantasy is having her mom sort of ‘borrow her man’ and show him how things are done in the bedroom, or something like that. I promise you I’m not making that up,” I added.

She stared at me in disbelief, her star-eclipsed eyes mesmerizing, before sighing heavily. “I…I would need to speak with her first,” she said quietly, obviously reluctant to hurt my feelings.

“That’s okay,” I agreed adamantly, shocked we were even having this discussion. It made me more bold, causing me to wrap my arms around her again. “But please, really do talk to her. Because I want you, Michelle, and I feel confident Avery would be okay with that too. As well as Gabriella and Serenity. In fact, Gabriella actually spoke with Avery about it, because my fiancé wants to share me with you too.”

“Oh honey,” she whispered, averting her gaze. “I…I think I want this,” she admitted. “And I want to try working this out with you. But please let me talk to Avery first. My relationship with her is very important to me.”

“Definitely,” I agreed, suspecting I was being too intense now. I decided to let go again and take a step back, unsurprised when she allowed me to put some distance between us. “Really, that’s fine. And thank you,” I added.

“Thank you?” she said in surprise, focusing on me, her eyes slowly shifting back to their normal blue, even as her face and hair also transitioned to their usual colors. “For what?”

I shrugged, really wanting to reach out and stroke my fingers through her gorgeous blonde hair, but holding myself back. “For wanting me, I guess.”

“Oh honey, how could I not want you?” she asked seriously. “You’re perfect. You’re kind and sweet and considerate. And also handsome and strong, and you stick up for those you love. You’re also responsible and helpful, and you have your head on straight. And then there’s the fact you worked so hard to save my life. So really, there’s nothing to hate, dear.”

I grinned at that.

Not that I was necessarily concerned that her willingness came from a passive influence I was having on her, having stopped caring about it at this point, but her listing off objective reasons why she liked me was kind of reassuring. Because it meant she did at least have some natural incentive to be interested in me, beyond the fact that I was half-incubus and capable of making women sincerely want me.

And for all I knew, maybe she had her own fantasies too -- the type of fantasy that I could fulfill.

“Oh, and I know we haven’t known each other for long, but was it okay that I said, ‘I love you,’ just now?” I asked seriously. “Because I really feel that way, and I actually love that you’re basically twice my age.”

Instantly, her entire body shifted, looking embarrassed as hell.

I laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I said playfully, enjoying it when she looked like she was in physical pain, she was so mortified at the mention of the age difference. But I could tell from her scent that that was part of what aroused her. I then took a deep breath, knowing I probably shouldn’t tease her any further. “But anyway, I guess I’ll go downstairs and try to cool off, and then I’ll wait for you in the car, so your husband doesn’t freak out and think we’re doing stuff.”

“T-Thank you, h-honey,” Michelle stammered, unable to meet my gaze. “I’ll be down in just a few minutes. Just need to pack a bag and then grab some of Avery’s clothes too.”

“Sure,” I agreed, deciding to leave it at that. Because I kind of wanted to ask her to bring something sexy back with her, but decided that might be going too far.

Besides, I was also perfectly fine with naked.

Especially since I was confident Michelle was physically phenomenal without clothing. Really, all my women were, though I also certainly didn’t mind having their bodies covered in something shiny, whether that be silk, leather, latex, vinyl, or anything similar.

Either way, I knew that I was going to have to take things slow with everyone at this point, since there was going to be a risk from having sex with me until I could learn how to sense the type of energy I absorbed. Or at least until Gabriella could learn to sense it.

Heading out the bedroom door, and downstairs, I realized Mr. Copeland hadn’t gone as far as he claimed. Certainly, he was outside on the sidewalk, but he’d stopped after walking only a single house down, appearing as if he’d decided to wait to see if his wife was telling the truth.

I still had an erection, but figured I’d walk over to the front door to see how he’d react to me cracking it open.

Sure enough, the moment I opened it a couple of inches, he abruptly turned around and continued walking down the sidewalk, almost as if he was afraid of getting caught. When he finally reached his car, all of which I was only hearing, my cock had calmed down enough to be able to make it to my own car.

Stepping outside the house, my expression neutral, I didn’t bother looking in his direction to see if he was watching now, opening my car noisily and then slamming my door shut. I then waited patiently for Michelle to finish gathering what she needed, wondering if she still planned on driving Avery’s car back to my house.

When I heard her grab a different set of keys, I suspected that was still her intention, which I was perfectly fine with, minus the issue with Mr. Copeland still hanging out in his own vehicle down the street. Because no way in hell was I going to let this asshole find out where I lived.

Wondering how I might handle the situation if he tried to follow us, I attempted to think of various solutions, only for Michelle to step out of the house…

Followed immediately by her cheating husband pulling off the curb and heading in our direction.

When she stopped at my window to remind me about taking her daughter’s car, Mr. Copeland pulled to a stop in front of the driveway, effectively blocking us in.

“Michelle,” he said firmly through his open window. “I have a right to know where my daughter is staying.”

Avery’s mom immediately straightened up as she glared at him. “No, you don’t,” she retorted. “Do you really think our eighteen-year-old daughter wants anything to do with you right now?” she demanded. “Not only are you dating someone her age, but you’ve all but abandoned us for a month now. Don’t come crawling back thinking either of us wants anything to do with you. There’s a reason why Avery didn’t give the hospital staff your phone number.”

He grimaced. “Michelle, don’t be like this. I was really worried about you.”

“Fuck off!” she snapped. “We want nothing to do with you, so go back to your whore! And I think I will get a restraining order against you, since you seem determined to continue harassing me.”

“You fuck off,” he snapped back, putting his car back in gear. “I don’t even know why I bother trying to care,” he added, only to speed off down the road.

Michelle sighed heavily.

“Let’s just go,” I whispered to her, grabbing her attention. “Don’t worry about him right now. I’ll follow you back to my place…” I paused. “Assuming you remember the way, from our trip here,” I added.

She nodded. “I do, honey. And that sounds good. I have more things to worry about than him right now.” She smiled warmly. “Like figuring out how you and I are going to work,” she said quietly.

Oh hell yes.

She really did want this to work out.

“Okay,” I replied with a huge grin. “I guess I’ll back up into the street and wait for you to pull in front of me.”

“Okay, dear,” she agreed, carrying her bag around to Avery’s vehicle. She then climbed in after I’d pulled out, and we were on our way.

As might be expected, our trip back home was quiet since we were driving separately, but it wasn’t too bad considering Avery and her mom only lived about fifteen minutes away. Like, the whole trip had been probably about forty-five minutes, with much of our time spent at Michelle’s house being caused by Mr. Copeland wanting to argue with his wife.

However, when we finally pulled into my driveway, I knew it was long enough for Serenity to at least fully wake up, because I could hear her clicking open her shampoo in the shower. Alternatively, Gabriella and Avery were still sound asleep, cuddling in my bed.

And I wasn’t sure I could be happier.

Especially now that my second MILF was hopefully going to talk to her daughter soon about sharing me with the two of them. Like, shit, was this even real? I knew it was, but damn it was almost too good to be true. And was it because I was half-incubus? Or would this have been possible if I was simply supernatural and nothing more?

Honestly, while having sex with random women probably wouldn’t have been on the table, without it being something that I might truly need, I was actually inclined to believe that Gabriella and Serenity would have agreed to share me either way. And I was similarly inclined to believe that Avery and even her mom might both be willing to be a part of the relationship too, under the vital conditions that I was able to save them after that car accident, since I was sure that had an influence on things.

But also especially because Avery secretly thought it would be hot for her mom to fuck the guy she’d been crushing on, and it seemed as if Michelle was also aroused by the idea of fucking a hot young stud. More than that, Michelle seemed to be into the idea of me roleplaying as her cub, even if she hadn’t used that terminology herself, possibly being turned on by the taboo nature of a relationship involving a young man with a much older woman.

Granted, it also probably helped that she didn’t have other adult male children my age, which might have otherwise made such a fantasy seem too real to want to roleplay it. But technically I could be considered her son-in-law if I married Avery one day, and even if I didn’t legally marry her, I was sure this MILF would be happy to treat me as such either way.

Likewise, I was equally just as happy to treat her the same.

Granted, I knew I had to be patient for now. All in due time.

I focused on Michelle after we both climbed out of our respective cars. “Looks like Serenity is awake taking a shower, but Gabriella and Avery are still asleep,” I explained, just to give her a heads up.

Michelle nodded. “I’ll probably take a shower after Serenity is done, and then I’ll see if I can speak with Avery once she gets up.” She paused. “Might wake her up, if she doesn’t on her own in the next hour or so, since talking about all this is kind of important.”

I tried not to grin. “Just know that what I told you is really true, and that she’s anxious about you thinking she’s messed up in the head. You’ll probably have to make it clear right away that it’s your fantasy too, so she doesn’t feel so bad.”

Michelle’s cheeks flushed at my assumption, clearing her throat as she began hurrying toward the house. “Umm, of course,” she agreed quietly, looking super embarrassed.

However, once we got inside, she realized there wasn’t really anywhere for her to go, other than the living room or kitchen. Thus, she just set her bag and purse down by the door, and then went into the kitchen to begin warming up breakfast again, since Serenity was at least up.

Not wanting Michelle to feel awkward with me just standing around, I decided to step into the living room to respond to Mrs. Rebecca’s message, rereading her last message after I asked her if the decision to not sleep with her husband indefinitely meant she was my woman now.

‘Oh baby, you are so adorable. I suppose it does make me your woman. For now. Like I said, don’t let it go to your head…but yes. I am not sure how I am going to go back to fucking normal men.’

Her words sincerely put a grin on my face, even though I wasn’t sure how this was going to work out long-term, in practice. Still, while I definitely loved both Serenity and Gabriella, I wasn’t sure that my sexual experiences with them were ever going to compare to Mrs. Rebecca Watson.

Not that the amount of pleasure was the most important thing, nor did that imply that having sex with anyone else wouldn’t feel good.

No, as much as it felt good, Mrs. Rebecca could never take Serenity’s place in my heart, or even the place of Gabriella.

But the level of raw passion and lust I experienced with this sexy mature woman felt like it was an entirely different level of ecstasy from anything I’d ever experienced before. Like, I honestly wasn’t sure I would ever experience it again with another person.

At the very least, while I didn’t feel like I was ruined for other women, I could certainly understand how she might feel like she couldn’t go back to sleeping with normal men. I hoped she didn’t end up resenting me for that one day, but for now I couldn’t deny it made me probably more happy than I should be.

More accomplished than I should be, as well.

Deciding to plop down on the couch, hearing that it sounded like Serenity might be almost done with rinsing off in the shower, I decided to send Mrs. Watson a response.

‘Not to sound like a selfish idiot, but that makes me really happy. Like, I’m kind of worried how your daughter will feel about that, since we’re talking about her dad, even if he’s okay with it for now. But at the same time, I want you so bad.’

I then took a deep breath as I focused on the empty fireplace, my mind beginning to wander as I thought about last night and today, unable to believe so many amazing things had happened in such a short amount of time. However, when I heard Michelle sigh heavily in the kitchen, sounding like she was typing a message on her phone, I again recalled the black stone due to her previous reaction to it.

Shit, we never did ask Gabriella’s mom about it, and I still felt like that was a major priority.

More than that.

As amazing as sex with Mrs. Rebecca had been, I kind of felt dumb all of a sudden, especially recalling how severely Michelle reacted to the stone. Like, we might be dealing with something really dangerous here, and I’d chosen to have sex, instead of dealing with a potentially life-threatening issue.

Dammit, I needed to get my priorities straight.

Granted, I felt like what happened last night was sincerely important as well, since I myself could possibly be dangerous to those I slept with, but still…

Lifting up my phone again, about to mention the subject to Gabriella’s mom, I was surprised when it vibrated in my hand, indicating she’d already gotten back to me.

‘Baby boy, you are fine. Don’t trouble yourself with those thoughts. And…well, I want you bad too. So don’t worry about it. Let me and my husband figure out how we’ll handle this long-term.’

Frowning slightly, feeling much more sober about the situation, now that I was thinking about the mystery rock again, I began responding with a more serious message.

‘Thank you, Mrs. Rebecca. For wanting me. Also, I need to talk to you about something a bit more serious. My birth parents left me something strange in a lockbox, and we wanted to ask you about it. Kind of forgot about it last night. But if possible, I was wondering if we could come over again today, so I can show you.’

I sent it and then looked over my shoulder when I heard Michelle walking out of the kitchen.

“Hey, everything alright?” I wondered, seeing her expression was a little reserved.

She hesitated briefly, probably realizing I’d heard her heavy sigh just a moment ago, only to continue on into the living room, walking around the couch to stand to my side. “Umm, yeah. That was just my husband messaging me again. Wanted to argue more, so I just told him I wasn’t in the mood right now.”

I nodded, not really sure what to say about that. “Serenity is almost done in the bathroom, by the way,” I commented.

Surprisingly, she didn’t seem surprised. “Umm, yeah. I can actually kind of hear her.”

“Oh,” I replied. “Makes sense. All of your senses should be improving.”

She nodded, not responding, but seeming like she wanted to say something.

“What’s up?” I finally prompted when she just held my gaze hesitantly.

Michelle finally sighed heavily, glancing away. “Well, it’s about my husband. Are you…are you okay with me talking to him?” she asked, only to abruptly focus on me. “Because I kind of have to,” she quickly clarified. “At least until the divorce happens.”

I shrugged, really not having a problem with that, especially after seeing them argue. “You do what you need to do,” I replied simply, only to continue. “Like, I’m not about to try controlling your life,” I added, only to pause when she visibly relaxed. “Of course, if you decide you want to be more involved in my life, like what we talked about a little bit ago, then I’d really want you to be committed to the relationship.”

She looked stunned. “Oh, of course, honey. I would never…” She sighed heavily, glancing away. “I’ve always been faithful to my husband, dear. And if you and I…” She hesitated as she focused back on me, seeming embarrassed. “Well, I promise that I’ll be just as serious. I won’t ever do anything that you might perceive as cheating.”

“Thank you,” I replied warmly, deciding not to apologize for the fact that the rules wouldn’t exactly be fair, since I might theoretically sleep around, even while I expected them to be faithful to me. But thankfully, she didn’t seem bothered by that.

Although, I knew I probably shouldn’t be sleeping around, assuming it wasn’t truly necessary…

I should be faithful to them…

I shouldn’t cheat on my women…

Michelle gave me a small smile, in response to my appreciation. “You’re very welcome, sweetie. Anything for you.”

I gave her another small smile, only to check my phone when I felt it vibrate again, eager to find out what Mrs. Watson had to say.

‘Of course you can come over, sweetie. My home is always open to you. Even if it’s in the middle of the night and unannounced, you are welcome here. Doesn’t matter if I’m asleep. Doesn’t matter if my husband is home. Our home is open to you. Come when you want.’

Oh shit, that made me way happier than I expected, doing my best to not grin too much, since I didn’t want to have to explain all this to Michelle at the moment.

However, thankfully, I had an excuse to direct my attention elsewhere when Serenity stepped out of the bathroom and began heading down fully dressed in jeans and a white dress shirt she might wear to work, prompting us both to glance toward the stairs. She paused when she focused on us in the living room, giving me a hesitant look.

“Everything okay?” I asked seriously, uncertain about her expression.

She sighed, and then made her way the rest of the way down, walking just to the entrance of the living room. “Sorry, it’s just weird being able to hear things I’m not used to hearing.”

“You heard our conversation,” I assumed.

She nodded. “Sort of. Like, I don’t think it’s even close to your hearing yet, because normally I would have at least heard murmurs from the bathroom. But now, I was able to make out the words,” she said, only to focus on Michelle. “And I’m fine with you being a part of all this. We kind of talked about it already. Avery included.”

“Oh.” Michelle paused, looking embarrassed. “Umm, yeah. Kai did mention that.”

Serenity nodded, glancing at me again. “So…” she said hesitantly. “What’s the plan for today?

I took a deep breath. “We kind of need to visit Gabriella’s mom again to discuss the black stone. She didn’t get a chance to look much into it, and I’m hoping that maybe she might be a bit more helpful today.” Of course, I’d sort of told Avery’s mom a little white-lie, since I didn’t want to admit I’d fucked Mrs. Rebecca, so I didn’t want to flat out admit that the sexy mature woman didn’t look at it at all.

However, I realized I needed to make more of an effort to start being honest with everyone, knowing that respect was going to be fundamental to this polygamous relationship working out. That, and lying could be a slippery slope if I wasn’t careful.

Serenity nodded hesitantly. “Okay, so then…” She paused. “Is it okay if I come along too?”

I looked at her in surprise, wondering if how she was acting was due to what I’d admitted to her last night, about the sexual experience I shared with Mrs. Watson. I really hoped she wasn’t jealous. Although, even if she was truly doing fine right now, I suspected that trying to avoid her meeting Mrs. Rebecca would probably push her over that edge.

However, I didn’t answer her right away, because I was about to suggest that I would need to ask Gabriella’s mom, only to stop myself.

No. That was the wrong approach.

Considering everything that Mrs. Rebecca just told me about coming over whenever I wanted, I realized that she was giving me a very clear signal that my role in her life was a dominant one. Sure, it was obvious she liked to be dominant sexually, and I was perfectly fine with that, but she had basically told me that I didn’t need permission from her. For anything.

I could do what I wanted.

I could come over when I wanted, I could fuck her when I wanted, and I suspected I was more than welcome to invite anyone over that I wanted.

I mean, shit, she’d made it pretty clear that even her husband was fine with me coming over whenever I wanted, even if it was in the middle of the night. Not to mention, the very fact that she was putting off fucking other men, including her husband, kind of made a very clear statement about her willingness to submit to my desires.

Because I hadn’t even asked her to stop screwing anyone else, and yet she was going to, simply because she probably suspected that’s what I wanted. Like, I doubted that having sex with me truly made it so she couldn’t enjoy it with someone else.

No, I suspected the real issue was that she didn’t want to risk me denying her sex, simply because I wasn’t thrilled she was sleeping with other people.

Or maybe not?

I wasn’t sure, honestly, but I felt like I had permission to do what I wanted for now.

Focusing on my phone again, I quickly typed out a message, knowing Serenity was patiently waiting for a response from me.

‘Okay. I will be over maybe in about an hour, with Gabriella and Serenity.’

I then focused on Serenity. “Yes, I want you to come with us,” I replied warmly, watching her visibly relax. “And that should give time for Michelle and Avery to talk about things,” I added, glancing over at the person in question.

Michelle only nodded, seeming nervous about the entire idea of it -- having that kind of discussion with her daughter.

“In the meantime,” I continued. “Do you want to grab something to eat while I wake Gabriella up?”

Serenity gave me a warm smile. “Sure. Just please don’t get too carried away without me. If you’re going to end up doing something, I’d like to be there too.”

I smirked at her, loving it when Michelle abruptly shifted entirely, her hair white, her skin a supple light gray, her eyes star-eclipsed while her lips and eyelids were frosted.

“We won’t get carried away,” I reassured Serenity, both of us graciously ignoring the sexy MILF’s abrupt transformation. “There are too many other important things to focus on right now.”

She nodded, continuing to give me a warm smile as she turned around to head to the kitchen. I got up as well, and made my way upstairs, briefly surprised when I heard a soft kiss coming from my bedroom.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” I heard Gabriella say affectionately.

Avery yawned loudly. “Wow, I haven’t slept that well in forever.”

My fiancé giggled, planting another kiss on the sexy blonde, before speaking again. “I hear someone. Maybe our man is coming to wake us up?”

I cracked open the door then, prompting both women to focus on me, a grin on Gabriella’s face while Avery just looked a little embarrassed for some reason.

“Good morning, baby,” my fiancé said warmly.

“Good morning, cuties,” I replied, loving it when Avery’s skin began tanning at the implied compliment. I’d actually forgotten that Gabriella was wearing those purple silk pajamas again, a bunch of fun memories suddenly at the forefront of my thoughts. “Michelle made breakfast for everyone, and then I was actually talking to your mom this morning, Gabriella, and I’d like to go over there to discuss the stone more.”

“More?” Gabriella repeated in confusion, knowing very well that we’d completely forgotten about it.

I quickly stepped into the room, turning the lights on before I closed the door behind me. Neither of them seemed affected by the abrupt brightness.

“Sorry,” I said quietly, having both of their attentions now. “I didn’t want to admit to Avery’s mom that we didn’t talk about the stone at all. And now I feel horrible for lying about it, but I don’t know what else to do.”

The two girls exchanged a glance, only for Gabriella to sit up. “I wouldn’t stress to much about it right now,” she replied reassuringly. “And technically, I did mention the stone and letter to my mom, so it’s not exactly a lie. Besides we’re kind of in an awkward situation right now, and it’ll probably remain that way unless you and Michelle become more intimate.”

Instantly, Avery shifted, her hair turning white like her mom’s, while her skin tanned, her eyes becoming black and icy blue, while her lips and eyelids became frosted.

“So about that,” I commented, trying not to grin at my classmate’s reaction, still speaking to Gabriella. “I figured you and I could go over to your mom’s house, and bring Serenity along with us, so they can meet. And then that will give Avery and her mom a chance to talk about things.”

Gabriella’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure Michelle’s ready to discuss that?”

I nodded. “Yeah, we were both up earlier and ended up talking about it.”

“R-Really?” Avery finally chimed in, looking shocked. “What did she say?”

I smiled warmly at her. “She basically said she was interested, but that her relationship with you is very important, and she wanted to make sure you were okay with it first.” I paused when she stared at me in disbelief. “She also doesn’t think you're messed up in the head, and from what I can tell, she has similar interests as you. Or rather, her interests compliment yours.”

“Oh shit,” Avery hissed, abruptly covering her tan transformed face with her hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

“It’s embarrassing for her too,” I said gently. “Like, it’s not just you that feels weird about admitting what you really want.”

Avery sighed heavily, finally dropping her hands and nodding.

“So,” Gabriella continued, focusing on me. “I guess that means we won’t be having fun at my mom’s house, will we?”

I shrugged. “I mean, the black stone thing is pretty important. We probably should have made that a priority last night, though I do admit I’m not sure I would have done anything different if given a second chance.”

“Me either!” Gabriella said cheerfully with a satisfied grin. “I never really understood what my mom was saying about the sexual energy thing, but wow, do I notice a difference now. Like, I felt energized the first few times we did stuff, but this is entirely different. I feel really good. Best I’ve ever felt.”

“W-Wait,” Avery stammered, her tan cheeks flushed. “A-Are you saying that y-you…”

“Yep!” Gabriella said playfully. “It was the best. The two of them were so hot together.”

Avery covered her eyes again, looking embarrassed as hell. I paused briefly when I heard Michelle making her way upstairs, sounding as if she might be heading to the bathroom for the shower.

“Be happy to do that with your mom too,” I added more quietly, just to mess with my classmate a little. “Although,” I said more seriously. “Gabriella kind of needs to learn how to sense the energy I absorb first, whenever I have sex.”

My fiancé frowned at that.

“Not that I’m putting the burden on you,” I quickly clarified to my busty redhead, concerned she took it the wrong way. “It’s just I feel like you’re going to sense it long before I do, and the alternative is me not being able to sleep with anyone until I figure it out.”

Her green eyes widened in surprise. “Oh. No, that’s fine, baby. I completely understand, and I’m more than happy to do that for you, since it means I get to watch every time,” she said with a grin, elbowing Avery gently in the shoulder.

My classmate just shook her face into her hands, looking as embarrassed as ever.

“Anyway,” I continued. “I really want to make this stone thing a priority, so if we could leave in the next half hour, that would be preferable.”

“Sure,” Gabriella agreed, slipping out of bed and standing up, the heavy purple silk clinging to her sexy curves and busty chest. “I’ll go grab something to eat downstairs and then get changed. I’ll worry about a shower later, since it sounds like someone is already in it.” She then glanced down at Avery. “You coming?”

My hot classmate shook her head, still covering her face. “I can’t see my mom right now. I can’t handle the embarrassment.”

I sighed. “Your mom is actually the one who just got in the shower, so you should be fine.” I paused when she tentatively looked up at me, her eyes still black and icy blue. “But I’d really like you to talk to her about this,” I said gently. “I know it’s hard, but if we’re going to get past this awkward part, then it needs to happen.”

Avery sighed heavily, before dropping her hands entirely and focusing down on the floor. She then took a deep breath. “I guess if it’s for you, then I’ll force myself to do it.” She sighed. “I mean, I want to do it. I want to share you with her. But it’s just…well, hard. Hard to talk about.”

“Thank you,” I replied simply.

She focused up at me again, and then smiled warmly.

“You’re welcome, Kai. And thank you. For making me better after the accident, and for wanting me.”

I returned the smile. “You’re welcome,” I echoed. “Now, how about we all head to the kitchen for breakfast. I ate a bit earlier, but I could definitely eat some more.”

They both nodded eagerly in sync, Gabriella dashing over to wrap her arms around mine, and Avery climbing out of bed to join us.

Shit, I had to admit, I felt like I couldn’t have been happier.

NOTE: Some of you are concerned about the fact that the harem seems to be exploding, so I wanted to give you a general idea of what my plan is. First, I want to say that I think that having well-developed and fleshed-out characters is very important, and I don’t want any characters to feel forgotten.

Second, you are going to be introduced to even more characters in the upcoming chapters (hot, sexy characters, probably starting around chapter 35), but after getting certain issues resolved, I plan on circling back around and focusing more heavily on Serenity and Gabriella again (as well as Michelle and Avery some too).

Long-term, I’ll try to make sure everyone has a decent amount of screen time, so that it doesn’t feel like anyone is forgotten. And then super long-term, I will probably ask your opinions on which women you like most, so that Kai can have a core harem of his 4 to 6 favorites (right now, I have at least 9 women who will get involved with our MC, but that’s too many people to give adequate screen time, so I’ll probably do a poll about it once we get to the ninth and have developed her character some).

Non-negotiable will be Serenity and Gabriella, so it’ll just be a matter of who the other 4 women are. Now, that doesn’t mean our MC won’t still have a harem of 9 (or more), but I do want to make sure I focus on the most popular ones.

If you have thoughts on this approach, feel free to share. I just don’t want to sink into the pitfall that many harem stories end up in, which is a never-ending cycle of new exotic women while the originals get forgotten, instead of developed more. 

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