Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo

Innocent Devil's Harem Taboo Ch. 40

-- Sex with a Cute redhead Succubus.

Original: May 8, 2022

Submitted: April 11, 2024 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)

Tags: harem, incest (brother/sister), supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde, MILF

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- CHAPTER 40 - Promise

The trek back up the stairs, that led down to the orange glowing cavern with the practically invisible dimensional gate, actually felt longer than coming down, but before long we finally reached the top, stepping through the thick metal doors, only to find...

Mrs. Rebecca and Gwen kissing passionately, with the taller sexy maid having the busty redhead pressed against the wall, seeming really aggressive about making-out, even if it was obvious from my companion's flushed face that she was completely fine with it.

More than that, she seemed very much into the kiss as well, her chin tilted up as their lips and tongues moved together.

However, Mrs. Rebecca quickly noticed that we had returned before anyone could say anything, breaking away from the kiss, even as Gwen bent down more to begin planting her purple lips on the bustier woman's neck instead.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Mrs. Rebecca exclaimed, focusing on me apologetically. "Gwen sort of attacked me."

The sexy maid pulled away in shock. "Was it not okay that I kiss you, sis?" she asked seriously, sounding genuinely stunned.

Mrs. Rebecca immediately turned her apologetic look toward her. "No, it's just..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced hesitantly at me again.

Which made it pretty obvious what was going on. Mrs. Rebecca had pretty much promised me that she wasn't going to fuck anyone for the unforeseeable future, and here she was lip-locked with this sexy demon maid, who was apparently like a sister to her.

Honestly, even if that's what I had wanted, for her to abstain, this wouldn't be too surprising.

After all, when a person lives a certain way for a long time, it's not super easy to abruptly change old habits.

However, while it was definitely my preference for Mrs. Rebecca to stop fucking men, she did quite literally have a 'need' for sexual energy, even if that need wasn't at play right now, and I felt like it would be requesting too much to ask her to not fuck women too.

Or to refuse one such woman who she'd clearly been intimate with before.

Shit, it seemed obvious to me that she and Gwen had some kind of relationship going on to begin with.

"It's fine," I quickly replied, knowing from Gwen's comment that this wasn't even close to the first time they'd fucked each other. And honestly, now that I thought about it, when I saw Mrs. Rebecca after the mini-earthquake, her face looked flushed, her heavy red curls disheveled.

It made me wonder if they'd already been kissing a little while they waited for me and Miriam to finish having sex.

Needless to say, Gwen went right back to planting kisses on Mrs. Rebecca's neck, causing her to gasp, grabbing the back of the chick's pale neck, seeming to pull down more in encouragement.

Miriam scoffed, her small hand still in mine. "Well, I should hope it's fine," she mumbled, only to speak louder when I looked down at her. "It's like I said, if you're going to get my maid all 'hot and bothered,' then you need to take responsibility. And if you refuse to do that, then you shouldn't get upset with one of your women doing it on your behalf."

"M-My women?" I said in surprise, definitely interested in having Mrs. Rebecca for myself, but not having felt like we were at that point yet.

Especially when there was still the issue of how the situation with Gabriella's father was going to be handled long-term, even if I already liked to think of her as mine sometimes.

Unsurprisingly, Miriam didn't respond verbally, only rolling her green eyes, before speaking. "Hey Rebecca, I need you to fuck your older sister for me. She really needs it, and I want to talk to your boy-toy a bit before you leave."

"O-Oh, o-okay," she stammered as Gwen became even more aggressive, only for the busty MILF to yelp when the sexy maid swiftly dropped down and scooped her up in her arms, heading straight for the door.

Miriam giggled next to me. "Wow, that's interesting. Normally my daughter Rebecca is the more dominant one, but you've really brought out a different side to Gwen. I've never seen her be so aggressive before, except when she's ordering humans around. She's normally such a sweet and submissive girl, even despite her height."

I cleared my throat. "So, umm, how old is she anyway?" I wondered randomly.

"Gwen?" Miriam clarified, only to continue. "That's actually sort of a complicated question. She's a hundred and twenty-seven, but she wasn't born a hundred and twenty-seven years ago."

"Wait, what?" I said in surprise, not feeling too stunned by the above-average age, or the coupled youthful appearance.

She smirked at me. "Yeah, she was actually born roughly the same time as my very first daughter, quite a long time ago, but found herself in an unusual situation." She paused. "I should let her share that with you though, if she so chooses. However, I will say that she's mentally in her mid-twenties. Or more specifically, her appearance and mental age truly match, if that makes sense, kind of like she's frozen in time. Like, even though Gwen breastfed Rebecca when she was an infant, it's very noticeable that the latter is now 'older' at this point, in every way."

I tried to keep my cool, as I processed that, staring at her in sincere surprise, finding it difficult to believe she was serious. That my hot redhead MILF was mentally and physically older than Gwen, even though the sexy maid had been born first...and that Gwen had once breastfed the mature MILF...

It made me wonder how their relationship worked. Obviously, it sounded like they referred to each other as sisters, but was there even more to the intimacy of their relationship? Were they more than fuck partners? Did they often roleplay mother and daughter, in addition to sisters?

I really wanted to press for more information, especially wanting Miriam to elaborate about how it was possible for Gwen to be chronically a hundred and twenty-seven, despite not being born that long ago, but I realized I probably shouldn't.

It was obvious that Ms. Miriam had already shared more than she normally did with others, and she was clearly declining to elaborate beyond what she'd already told me, even if that refusal was somewhat subtle, and I didn't want to seem like I was unappreciative of the fact that she'd already shared so much.

Thus, I simply nodded instead, my imagination kind of going wild as I began wondering if Mrs. Rebecca was sucking on Gwen's huge nipples right now. Or if maybe the roles had flipped, since the busty redhead was normally more dominant, and Gwen was sucking on Mrs. Rebecca's massive tits instead.

Miriam gave me another small smile, almost like a silent approval of my choice to be satisfied with what she'd freely offered.

"So," the short redhead continued. "Shall I show you to a shower, or do you mind if we chat for a few minutes?" She smirked again. "Or, we can both just chat a little in the shower together."

I laughed uncomfortably, feeling a warmth creeping from her delicate hand into my arm, rekindling that ball of pleasure in my gut. "Umm, I'm good. I don't mind having your stuff on me. I actually..." I cleared my throat, realizing what I was about to say, but then deciding she probably already knew. "I kind of like it. A lot. Especially the smell."

She laughed as well, hers much more cheerful. "Well of course you do," she agreed playfully, glancing over her shoulder. "Now, if you wouldn't mind closing the door for me, then we can get more comfortable."

I nodded, letting go of her hand as I turned around to close the heavy metal door. I then lowered the drop bar like before, glancing at her to make sure I'd done everything, and then stepped up to her again. Almost unsurprisingly at this point, she snagged my hand again, after taking off the Moonstone tiara and setting it next to the box of opals on the floor, beginning to tug on me toward the exit.

"So," I asked hesitantly as we stepped through the more normal door, with it appearing as if she was going to leave the chest of opals where Gwen had set them. "What would happen if someone accidentally closed the door on you?" I asked seriously, obvious concern in my voice.

She shrugged. "I guess I'd have to break it down then," she commented, only to smirk at me when I gave her a surprised look. "You have to understand, despite how sturdy it looks, that door isn't doing much to stop what lies beyond the gate. That's what the barrier is for."

"Oh, makes sense," I agreed, only to pause as I glanced around as we stepped into one of the well-furnished hallways. Honestly, it was kind of crazy how nice everything looked, even little stuff like there being a fancy corner table at one end of the hall that had a potted plant and painting on the wall. I couldn't even imagine how many 'moving trucks' it would take to empty this place if Miriam ever decided to move.

I continued after a second. "And, umm, what would happen if something

did

break through that barrier?" I wondered seriously.

She didn't respond to my comment right away, instead seeming content to hold my hand as we strolled through the hall.

However, when she

did

respond after a few seconds, her tone was a bit somber. "Depends on the level of the threat," she admitted quietly. "Although, if something truly did break through, then the threat would be pretty high."

I waited for her to continue, but then prompted her when she didn't right away. "Just how high? And what would you do?"

She sighed then, stopping in front of a doorless entryway to another room, focusing up at me, looking so short and adorable. "Well, I don't want to alarm you, but I actually can use a little blood magic myself," she admitted. "And if something truly broke through, then it would be a life and death situation. And not just for me, but possibly for the whole world." She paused to let me absorb just how serious she was. She then sighed. "I'd have to use one of the most dangerous spells I know to try to trap whatever came through. A blood magic spell that would hopefully hold it long enough for me to kill it."

"How dangerous is the spell?" I asked seriously. "And how would it work? Like, how would you use it?"

She frowned then, only to smile warmly. "So many questions," she said in a lighthearted tone. "There's really no reason for you to worry about any of that. Ever since I installed those crystals, nothing has been able to break through. Not in thousands of years. Like, there have been over a dozen 'houses' built and torn down on this location, and yet my barrier has remained perfectly stable and intact. It's been the one thing that hasn't changed in all this time."

"Sorry," I replied sincerely, feeling like she was a little annoyed now and not trying to let it show. "I was just curious."

She nodded, giving my hand an affectionate squeeze. "And that's alright, but we're talking about a worst-case scenario here. An extremely rare

hypothetical

situation, and I don't want to worry that cute little head of yours about something that will probably never happen. And if it did happen, I do have preparations to deal with it."

"Dangerous preparations, by the sound of it," I commented.

She shrugged. "When your options are 'be killed,' or use a spell that

might

kill you, the choice isn't too hard to make."

"Fuck," I hissed.

She gave me a little tug into the room we were standing outside of. "Don't trouble yourself with the thought," she said reassuringly. "I've been doing this for a

very

long time."

I knew she was right, but I also couldn't help but recall her mentioning that an attack hadn't happened in something like a hundred years...yet there had been two attempts in only the last month.

Coincidence?

Or was something truly trying to get through?

Then again, it seemed like the barrier held just fine, so maybe I was overthinking it. Especially since there had probably been hundreds of attacks in however long the barrier had existed, even if they were rare.

Focusing on the room we were entering, I realized the space was an extremely fancy living room, with no TV in sight, but plenty of paintings to look at and enough plush couches to host a small party, all of them appearing to have white leather upholstery.

Leading me to one of the white leather couches, with a low coffee table in front of it, she twisted and gestured for me to have a seat, only to climb on the furniture right next to me, except facing my direction on her knees, so that she had nothing to support her back, sitting her tight little ass on her heels. She then shifted her weight to her side slightly, leaning more heavily into my thigh as she got comfortable.

Fuck, I wanted to lean in and kiss her so bad, our previous conversation practically forgotten.

It would be so easy to pull her into my lap in this position, sitting backward like that to face me.

And she looked so damn sexy only wearing the latex bikini, all of her tan skin pretty much exposed for me to see, with her swaying tail and folded black wings making her exotic and enticing, on top of everything else.

When she finally smiled at me, I averted my gaze downward, finding myself looking at her slightly plump thighs and adorable belly, the latex thong hiding so little that she almost seemed naked in her current position.

"Like what you see?" she giggled, reaching up to gently run her fingertips across my forehead. "As I said before, I don't dress this way to be ignored, so feel free to stare all you want, young man."

I cleared my throat. "Umm, yeah," I replied simply to her question, a chill running down my spine, my cock already straining against my black pants again. "So you wanted to talk?" I prompted.

She sighed then, her fingers growing still just as she was brushing some of my hair, only for her to drop her arm and look away.

"What's wrong?" I asked hesitantly.

She took a deep breath, tentatively meeting my gaze -- a simple act that reminded me she was trusting me to not use my compulsion on her every single time we made eye-contact -- only to reach out for my hand, clasping it in her own on her thighs. "I've grown bitter over the many years of my eternal life," she began quietly, a small grimace touching her lips. "Cynical even. I expect the worst in people, and I'm almost always right." She then frowned. "I'm not saying there aren't good people in the world, because there certainly are. But good people

with power

? That kind of person is difficult to find, if not nearly impossible, especially for those who are supernatural, because power

corrupts

. Always."

"Oh. Umm...so..." I paused. Because I wanted to ask what she was trying to say, but wasn't sure if I could get it out without sounding rude.

She continued on her own. "Your naivety is temporary. Your innocence too." She focused more intently on me then, her emerald eyes almost pained. "But please don't ever stop being

good

."

I frowned at that. "What do you mean by good?" I wondered, since she knew I'd killed several people to protect Gabriella. Not to mention I was sort of in love with my older sister, which some might consider bad even if we weren't technically related.

She gently rubbed my hand in her own. "You care about others at least as much as yourself," she explained. "Don't ever lose that, because I could see it slipping away without you noticing. In fact, it might have already begun to slip away without you realizing.

Selfishness

is like a thief in the night, sneaking up on you without your knowledge. And selfishness is the thing that makes otherwise good people, turn bad." She paused. "And as much as I'd like you to stay, I'm trying really hard not to be 'bad' myself, by using everything in my power to keep you. And likewise, I'm also very happy you're choosing to leave. It means those waiting for you, especially your sister, are still important. More important than your own desires."

"Well, yeah, of course they're important," I agreed.

"But you've seriously considered my offer, haven't you?" she countered. "And not because you love me, but because you love yourself and know I could give you unimaginable pleasure."

I grimaced, glancing away, only to sigh. "Well, I'd say that my hesitation to have sex with you should be indicative of that," I hedged, not necessarily telling a lie, but not wanting to bluntly admit she was right.

"Such a shame," she whispered, a playful pout on her adorable face, as if she knew my intentions. "But I really am glad," she added more seriously. "And if I do eventually get to keep you for myself, then I'll make sure that everyone you care about is included. Okay?"

I sighed again, my voice quiet. "Umm, yeah, that would definitely be preferable," I agreed.

She grinned, looking like she'd already won her prize. "Perfect."

I flinched when she reached up then and grabbed my nipple firmly, uncertain if the spark of pleasure that erupted throughout my body was because it sincerely felt good, or because she was working her seductive magic.

She giggled at my response, continuing to hold on my nipple tightly.

Fuck.

I tried to clear my throat, glancing away. "Umm, so is that why you showed me the gate?" I asked unexpectedly, the thought just popping into my head randomly. "To kind of show me how it would be if I stayed here?"

She let go of my nipple, her hand moving down to begin stroking my forearm. "Yes," she agreed quietly. "I promised to keep you by my side, didn't I? That's how it'll be whenever you visit. And it's how it'll be if you stay." She paused. "And of course, you are welcome to visit at any time, whenever you like. Just ring the bell at the front gate, so we can see it's you on the security camera first." She smirked, her tone lighthearted. "Don't want to accidentally attack you, thinking you're a threat."

I nodded, afraid to look at her now, concerned about how it would affect me.

"You

will

be mine, right?" she then wondered innocently, her head tilting slightly to the side. "You'll only make me wait for a little while,

right

?" she added with a pout.

I sighed again. "I...I guess," I whispered, feeling like fully denying her was impossible.

She grinned, definitely looking like she'd won her prize now. "Good. Then, in that case, I'll be right back," she added, abruptly leaning forward to press her lips to my forehead, the heat coming from her thin body feeling so amazing, before slipping off the couch and darting out the entrance we'd come through, only to go down the hall the other way.

I glanced over my shoulder as I watched her go, feeling a little frustrated again that I couldn't track her movements, even though there was no door, but then resigned myself to just patiently waiting. Looking around the room, I focused on the low coffee table in front of me a couple feet away, along with the other little seating areas, three in total, all the couches and chairs white leather, the whole room organized as if the 'main event' was meant to be in the center of the room beneath a fancy chandelier high in the ceiling.

There were also several potted plants and magnificent paintings all around the room.

Honestly, I was super horny right now and kind of wanted to jerk one out really quick in one of those pots, just to try to keep my thoughts clear, but I was confident it wouldn't help.