Innocent Devil S Harem Ch 04

Innocent Devil's Harem Ch. 04

-- Kai gets 3rd reward for saving her Hot Redhead friend.

Submitted: September 3, 2020 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)

Edited: August 11, 2021

Tags:

harem, supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde

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- CHAPTER 4: Reaction -

Dammit.

"Someone's here," I explained, extremely annoyed. But it was obvious from her expression that she already knew now -- the vehicle was close enough for her to hear too.

"It couldn't be Serenity, could it?" she wondered. "Maybe she was already on her way to pick me up?"

I shook my head. "I would recognize the sound of her car. This is someone else. They're a smoker too..." I paused as I began picking up their scent. "And there's something familiar about how they smell, but I'm not sure why."

"What do we do?" she whispered. "You're still transformed."

I met her worried gaze. "Well, we don't have to answer the door. We can just ignore them and wait for them to leave."

"Oh, of course." She blushed, seeming embarrassed she hadn't thought of that.

Knowing we could be visible from the half-circle window at the top of the doorway, if the person was tall enough and decided to peek, I held onto her and shifted my weight, lying down on my back with her on top of me. She gasped in surprise from the movement, but I knew from her scent that I'd made her excited and sparked her arousal again.

The person outside -- a man, by the sound of the weight in his footsteps -- got out of the still-running vehicle and threw a cigarette bud on the ground. I was trying to figure out why his scent was familiar, wondering if I'd just randomly come across it at some point, while he walked up to the front door and began knocking loudly.

My gaze focused on Gabriella's just above mine, both of us staring at each other in surprise at how aggressive he was about it.

The man knocked a second time, even harder, and then it sounded as if he was trying to peer inside -- the skin on the sides of his hands leaned against the glass. Finally, when there was no answer, the man tried the door handle...

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end when it opened, realizing I'd never locked it after Serenity left.

Shit!

Gabriella knew I couldn't be seen right now, so she immediately jumped up and burst into action, running to the front door and yelling at the intruder. "Hey! You can't just come in here! I don't want company right now!"

Surprisingly, the guy didn't even seem fazed by her outburst. "Gabriella Watson, you're under arrest. We're taking you in for questioning."

Clearly, the man's words caught her off guard, as the smell of surprise and anxiety radiated from her body. Of course, due to my friend being a cop, I was familiar with the basic rules of arrest, but everything about this situation seemed weird. I wanted to jump out and protect her, but I couldn't afford to be seen like this by a cop.

Especially

not by a cop.

Gabriella was dumbfounded. "I'm...I'm what? But I didn't do anything!" she exclaimed, her tone sounding defeated.

I could hear the man grab her wrist and slam a handcuff roughly on it, instructing her to turn around.

Fuck! What should I do?! What should I do?!

I couldn't transition back to normal when I was under this much stress, and even if I

did

look normal, I couldn't

make

the police officer stop! At least, not without getting myself arrested too! And in the end, that wouldn't help her out, which meant there was no way for me to really prevent this from happening.

Who in the hell was this guy? One of my friend's coworkers? Why was his scent familiar?

Suddenly, just as the man secured Gabriella's other wrist behind her back, it hit me like a ton of bricks. All my muscles locked up, as if I was a tightly wound spring about to explode.

The man's scent...it was the person stopped on the side of the road last night -- the person I'd noticed when telling Gabriella how sensitive my nose was. The man who had been smoking...

Just as my muscles unleashed with the force of a cannon ball being fired, I heard the man whispering in her ear.

"You're under arrest, so I can finish the job my accomplice failed last night."

Pure terror erupted from Gabriella's pours as I exploded over the couch and toward the front entrance, body slamming the guy straight out of the door. Shockingly, the man really was a cop, or at least dressed like one.

He flew through the air over six feet before his back slammed into the ground, flipping backward once before flopping onto his stomach. But he recovered quicker than I expected, coughing as he looked up to see who attacked him.

I watched his eyes widen in true horror as he saw me, quickly jerking his hand down for his gun.

In a flash, I dashed out of the doorway to intercept him, reaching for the gun as the man fired. My hand just barely grabbed the barrel as I felt the bullet pierce my palm, burying itself into my shoulder. I

roared

in pain as I ripped the gun out of my assailant's hand and tossed it, yanking my fist back to smash his face in.

However, unexpectedly, I hesitated and held my strike back as the throbbing pain in my hand and shoulder awakened a hidden need deep within me.

For a split second, I lost myself.

My teeth were suddenly at his throat, grabbing the back of his neck with my hand and instantly crushing it in my jaws as I took a large gulp of the blood that rushed out, followed by another. However, the moment I began taking my third gulp, I realized what I was doing and shoved the man's body away from me, horrified at myself.

I was in complete shock, unable to believe this was real, but then the bullet in my shoulder caught my attention as it was violently shoved out of my muscle and fell to the ground. I focused down on my hand just in time to see the bullet wound finish closing up, as if it'd never even existed.

There wasn't even a scar.

Disgusted at myself, I fell to my knees and covered my face with my hands.

My victim was still alive, struggling to breathe despite the fact that his throat had been nearly ripped out. Blood was squirting out of his neck onto the ground with each heartbeat, the pulse slowing down until it stopped altogether.

Just like that, he was dead.

And the world around me was completely silent.

It felt like nothing moved for an eternity, but I knew better. In reality, it was only mere seconds before Gabriella reacted. I heard her hesitantly take a step toward me, followed slowly by another. I could smell her fear -- I was sincerely afraid too, having no idea I was truly a monster, even despite my appearance. However, she continued to slowly walk up to me, before she dropped to her knees, her wrists still handcuffed behind her back.

I didn't budge an inch, all my muscles locked up, afraid of how she'd react if I moved.

She then leaned forward slightly, resting her forehead between my shoulders against my bare skin. I flinched from the touch, my anxiety spiking.

Neither of us said anything for a painfully long few minutes, before she finally whispered against my back. "Are you alright?"

I shook my head, my words finally coming out in a rush. "I didn't know that would happen," I said urgently, afraid she wouldn't believe me. "I've...I've never been hurt before. There have been a few times I accidentally ran a knife over my finger, but it didn't even break the skin." I sucked in a sharp breath as my eyes began to sting -- because I

wasn't

safe. It wasn't safe to be around me. "I guess a gun is different," I whispered. "I'm so sorry, Gabriella. I really am...a monster."

She didn't try to deny it, instead asking a different question. "Do you think...you could control it? If you got hurt again?"

I was quiet as I thought about it. "M-Maybe," I admitted in a shaky voice. "I think it just took me by surprise. Getting hurt like that, getting

shot

, and then the urge that came with it..." My voice trailed off.

"And your body has already healed itself?" she wondered quietly.

"Y-Yes," I managed. "I'm pretty sure that drinking..." I couldn't say it.

I lifted my head a little and peeked through my fingers at the pool of blood on the ground next to the dead body. Unlike just a few minutes ago, I didn't have the urge to drink it anymore, which I assumed meant that I'd been satisfied the moment I consumed enough to heal myself.

However, the sensation of drinking blood had been unlike anything I'd experienced before -- the dark crimson fluid never made it to my stomach. Instead, the moment I swallowed it, it felt like my body absorbed it directly into my tissues, creating an overwhelming warmth that spread all throughout my insides.

I removed a hand to wipe my mouth, discovering that there didn't appear to be any blood on my face either, even though I was certain I should be covered in it -- drinking blood from a gaping wound wasn't like drinking from a straw. It was more like drinking from a water fountain or watering hose.

Gabriella must have realized I was looking at the body, because she lifted her head off my back and whispered to me again. "Can you turn around, please?" she asked politely.

I turned my head to glance at her from the corner of my yellow and black eyes, before slowly complying, shuffling on my knees so that I was sideways compared to her. I then sat on my heels and averted my gaze.

She was now physically above me, since I'd sat down, while she remained on her knees. She seemed disapproving of the fact that I wouldn't look at her, but I couldn't be sure. At least, not until she commented on it.

"No, look at me," she demanded.

Slowly, I focused up at her, sincerely feeling ashamed. Because I was no different than the man who I just killed. My eyes widened in shock when I realized her emerald gaze was endearing.

"You saved my life," she whispered. "

Again

. Thank you. You have no idea how terrified I was when I realized it was going to happen again." Her face scrunched up a little as tears appeared in her eyes. "So thank you."

"I know," I whispered, referring to her fear. "I could smell it." I then sighed heavily. "I really am sorry."

In response to my words, she abruptly sat down on her heels and leaned toward my chest, twisting as she did so. Shocked to have her suddenly falling in front of me, I quickly reached out and collected her in my arms, pulling her face against my bare chest.

She looked up at me shyly, her cheek pressed against my dark gray skin. "Thanks for catching me," she whispered.

"Are you alright?" I asked in concern, wondering if she almost passed out.

She nodded immediately. "Yes. I just thought you might be unwilling to touch me unless I made you." She smiled slightly. "And I can't easily

make you

when I'm handcuffed," she teased, her smirk growing larger, before her expression turned solemn. "I can see you feel horrible about it, but I don't think you should be. You were going to have to kill him anyway. It wasn't like he was just going to leave us alone. He'd probably keep coming after me for the rest of my life. And no one would believe a cop was a serial killer -- not when there isn't any solid evidence."

I stared at her in disbelief, mostly surprised that she'd anticipated how I'd react to her asking me to hold her. And then I was pensive as I considered the rest of what she said. "I guess you're right," I admitted, focusing on her vibrant red hair strewn across my arm. "But still, I think

how

I kill matters. I don't take pleasure in it -- that's why I just stab them in the heart. To get it over with. I feel like it's a lot more humane than snapping a neck or stabbing them in the head. I'm not trying to make them suffer. I'm just trying to stop them from taking someone else's life."

"

Which

!" Gabriella said forcefully. "Is why you are

not

a monster!"

I stared at her, blinking a few times as I examined her determined expression, realizing she knew exactly what was on my mind. "Oh," I finally said. "I guess...maybe you're right." I looked away as I thought more about it, but she wasn't done.

"You see that man? Look at him," she demanded. She waited for me to comply before continuing, once I was grimacing at what I'd done. "

That

is a monster. A real monster, in human skin." She then paused to let that sink in. "What you look like, or even what you need to

eat

, isn't what makes you a monster. It's what is in your heart...and you have a good heart."

I was still grimacing as I glanced at her, prompting her to continue.

"Kai, you might look like some kind of devil to most people, but you have a good human heart. Whereas that man looks like a good human on the outside -- a cop of all people -- but there's no doubt he has the heart of a devil."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Thank you," I whispered.

"For what?" she asked innocently.

I found it difficult to believe she needed clarification. "For...for saving

me

," I realized. Because if I'd found this out about myself under different circumstances, discovering that I might need blood in certain situations, then it probably would have placed me at a crossroads where I would have been thrust into a world of self-loathing...

I mean, what if the first time I got hurt like this was when I was around

Serenity

?

And if it did happen around someone other than Gabriella, then this was the kind of thing that would have made me run away from home. It would have made me leave my lifelong friend, for fear that I might hurt her. To protect her from the monster parading around as her young roommate.

But Gabriella had just saved me from that fate, carefully guiding me toward the realization that I was a monster-killer, rather than a monster myself.

"I really wish I could touch you," Gabriella unexpectedly whispered. "Do you think you could try to find the keys to these things? I think my hands are falling asleep."

"Oh! I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, lifting her weight so that she was upright again. Once she was sitting and balanced, I crawled over to the cooling corpse and began searching the belt and pockets for the keys. Finding them, I scooted back over behind her and quickly freed her hands from their bonds.

As she rubbed her wrists, she smirked. "Jeez, at this rate, people are going to think you enjoy tying me up."

"W-Why would they think that?" I asked, confused by the abrupt change of subject. My face was hot again, even despite everything.

She grinned at me. "You do, don't you?!"

"Well, I umm..." Shit, she sure knew how to get my mind off things. I looked away, feeling like my face was going to explode from embarrassment as I considered telling her the truth. "It's just...seeing you vulnerable," I whispered.

"So, which is it then?" she asked playfully. "Seeing me tied up, or having me tell you what to do?"

I covered my eyes so quickly, that I almost slapped myself in the face. "Umm, both?" Were we really talking about this right now? I felt like I was going to die, I was so mortified to be admitting this to her. "Are we seriously talking about this right now?" I echoed out loud. "Shouldn't we be figuring out what to do about..." My voice trailed off.

"Oh, sorry," she replied. "I was just trying to lighten your mood."

Well, fuck. She certainly accomplished her mission, at least by making me more uncomfortable about revealing my secrets rather than my recent homicide.

"It's alright," I sighed, dropping my hand to look around as my thoughts began focusing on the task ahead of me. "I guess I'll put him in the trunk of his car, and then drive it somewhere far away. I'm not sure what to do about the blood on the ground though."

Gabriella was pensive. "Do you think you could steal an arrow and kill a deer with it?"

I looked at her in surprise. "Well, yeah, I guess I could do that."

She nodded. "Drop it off here, and make sure it bleeds in the same spot. Then Serenity will never suspect it's anything different. And I doubt anyone knew this guy was here in the first place, since obviously he wasn't really here to bring me in for questioning."

"Right," I agreed. Damn, she was something. "Gabriella, you really surprise me with how smart you are."

She blushed. "Oh, well, I mean I'd like to think I'm at least of normal intelligence."

I shook my head. "Your critical thinking skills are definitely above normal. You're really impressive."

She gave me an endearing look. "Thanks, Kai." She sighed. "Is there anything I can do to help though? Because it sounds like you'll have to do everything to clean this up."

I sincerely considered the offer to help, before realizing she was right. "I guess just stay inside, lock all the doors, and don't come out for any reason. Hopefully I'll be done within an hour."

She nodded in agreement, so I helped her get to her feet. I then went over and climbed into the still-running car, backing it up so I could load the body into the trunk. I also grabbed the gun, handcuffs, and bullet, deciding I'd just toss the bullet out of the window at some point along the drive. The distraction allowed me to fully revert to my human form, which was definitely necessary if I was going to be on the road.

Once I was ready, I focused on her, feeling awkward since I couldn't touch her without transforming again. However, she seemed to understand, giving me a small wave to send me off. Climbing back into the cruiser, I turned it around and drove away.

I was careful to keep to the backroads to ensure I wasn't caught on some random intersection camera or something. While I hadn't watched a ton of crime shows, I knew the gist of how criminals got caught, though I knew movies and shows dramatized all that stuff.

Still, I couldn't take any chances.

After driving for about thirty minutes away from the city, I finally stopped off on the side of an abandoned road, emptied the corpse's pockets of all technology, and began dragging the body through the woods. Initially, I considered just leaving the bastard in the trunk, but decided it might be better to make the body more difficult to find. At the very least, I knew from my detective friend that generally no body meant no solid case.

Even the blood in the trunk wouldn't necessarily be enough to prove anything.

I started by dragging the body in a straight line for probably about half a mile, but once it was obvious I wasn't leaving a blood trail, I changed directions a few times, moving deeper and deeper into the trees.

Probably about five miles into my trek, I stumbled across a small pond covered in a film of scum and algae. Figuring it was as good of a spot as any, I dropped the legs and began gathering all the rocks I could find, sticking them in the man's tucked shirt, as well as into his pants, before finally tossing him into the middle of the water.

The body sunk like a rock, as hoped, a ton of tiny bubbles floating to the top for about a minute. Satisfied with my handiwork, I walked back the way I'd come, following my own scent left behind in the air, while also making sure that there wasn't any evidence that I came this way.

A little surprised by how far I'd walked, I began running, deciding to go back to the car and drive it to a different location. I figured I could leave it on a different abandoned road to really throw people off, but then I came across a much bigger pond. After taking off the license plate to bury, I chose to instead drive the car straight into the water, with me jumping out at the last second.