Innocent Devil’s Harem

Innocent Devil's Harem Ch. 37

-- A Cute Redhead who just wants to Fuck.

Submitted: December 30, 2021 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)

Tags:

harem, supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde, MILF, succubus, mystery, taboo

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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 wristed 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 young woman 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."