Innocent Devil S Harem Taboo Ch 45

Innocent Devil's Harem Taboo Ch. 45

-- Seduced by a redhead MILF succubus.

Original: July 4, 2021

Submitted: May 24, 2024 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)

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

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- CHAPTER 45 - Goodbyes

I woke up in a massive bed, staring up at a crimson canopy, confused briefly as I tried to remember where I was. Oddly enough, for some reason I had Avery on my mind, feeling like I was dreaming about her.

But then, I felt a short redhead minx sigh contently on my right side, nuzzling her head against my bare chest, another woman with black hair and midnight horns holding onto my left leg, my foot between her muscular thighs, her forehead pressed against my hip as she slept soundly.

Oh shit. What time was it?

"Are you awake?" Ms. Miriam whispered, a slight hesitation in her tone.

"Umm, yeah," I said just as quietly, focusing down at her looking up at me, her cheek squished against my side. "How long was I asleep?"

Her emerald gaze had a hint of affection in it, her cheeks rosy, the tip of her adorable nose slightly red. "Not sure," she admitted. "But it's only about six in the evening, still light outside, so probably not too long."

I took a deep breath as I focused back up at the romantic red canopy, beginning to try to piece together the day, to try to figure out

what

happened

when

. The trip to Ms. Miriam's mansion had been about an hour, but Mrs. Rebecca and I left when it was still morning, so by the time I met the deceptively young-looking succubus it was probably only 11 AM.

And we were having lunch by 11:30 AM after our discussion -- definitely eating before noon.

However, everything was hazy after that.

I knew Ms. Miriam took me to a guest room to try to open my third-eye, but I had no idea how long we were alone together. And then there was that earthquake, followed by her showing me the dimensional gate, only for the two of us to spend some more alone time on a white leather couch, while Mrs. Rebecca and Gwen fucked together in a different room...

Since Gwen had gotten aroused from licking my precum off her mistress's ass.

However, after making Ms. Miriam cum the hardest she ever had in her entire life, filling her up to the brim with my sexual energy, she had her maid join us to try to see just how much energy I could really produce, filling up a whopping seven opals with my unending lust.

That led to Ms. Miriam encouraging me to help her 'eat out' her maid, simply because she decided she wanted to enjoy me after all, the two of us sucking on the female devil's pussy together, the succubus eventually fisting the taller woman as she decided to climb onto my cock to ride a little while we all worked to make Gwen cum.

All of us, including Mrs. Rebecca, who joined just in time to help us finish the job by kissing the sexy maid passionately while Miriam and I were between the female devil's muscular thighs. I recalled Ms. Miriam jerking me off and making me cum again after that, getting it all over her belly and letting it soak into her red silk robe.

The same robe she was still wearing now...

But then, everything went to hell afterward.

We were unexpectedly attacked, and Ms. Miriam tried to use a blood magic spell to defend against the monster, slicing her wrist and rushing to paint a large symbol in her own blood, but it was too late. There hadn't been enough warning.

And even though she told me to get to safety in the basement, I found myself trying to defend her from being slaughtered by the monstrosity that erupted out of the metal doors leading to the dimensional gate.

I died...

My heart ripped right out of my chest...

But now I was alive again, feeling very different, finding my thoughts tugging me to

think

differently. Granted, I definitely felt more like myself at this point now that I'd fucked Gwen, absorbed her sexual energy, and gotten a chance to sleep.

But a part of me still didn't want to give people choices.

Because I felt like a king, felt like I was something akin to a god or demigod now, and such a creature didn't offer his servants the luxury of

choice

.

What was mine,

was mine

, and I wanted to enjoy what was mine as I saw fit.

However, at the same time, I felt like maybe I

shouldn't

think like that.

So, I did my best to remain as I used to be, prior to my untimely death.

"And what about Mrs. Rebecca?" I wondered, curious as to where she was.

"Not sure about that either," Ms. Miriam replied. "No doubt my daughter is still here, possibly having fallen asleep too, after all the stress." She paused. "Did you want me to go check on her?"

I focused back on her emerald gaze in surprise. "Oh, umm. That's alright." I hesitated. "How are your legs feeling?" I then asked tentatively.

She smiled. "They feel fine, thanks to you."

I frowned at that.

"It was painful having you heal them so quickly," she admitted. "And really draining. But I'm okay now."

"Draining how?" I wondered, knowing I'd used my own magic for the spell.

Magic that I hadn't even realized was residing within me, prior to my untimely death and resurrection. Granted, technically even humans had magic inside of them, which was probably why human sacrifices had once been a thing at some point in time, but the capacity to sense that magic and utilize it had been completely dormant in myself.

Not to mention, I wasn't actually using up my own lifeforce, but instead using a pool of generated energy, sort of like how muscles stored extra energy to use if they were worked too hard.

She paused. "Well, you told me you've been hurt before. Was not experiencing that pain draining on your mind? Your psyche? And maybe a bit draining physically as well?"

I thought about that, recalling how it felt when I was impaled with something akin to harpoons by the serial killer who had been trying to track me down for nearly a decade. The same serial killer who killed the first victim I tried to save, by hiring a different murderer to torture and slaughter his wife. The woman who had been pregnant, the baby who survived being the little sister of the detective Nick, who was also searching for the kid who at least saved the baby.

To thank the guy for protecting his unborn sister.

Yeah, it had been pretty draining both emotionally and mentally.

I sighed. "Sorry," I whispered.

"For what?" Ms. Miriam asked seriously.

I shrugged just slightly, staring up at the red canopy again. "For hurting you. For wanting to fuck you, whether you wanted it or not. For not caring that you were in pain. For not having any

empathy

."

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, nuzzling her face against my chest again. "Kai, we're all alive because of you. And what you went through was traumatizing.

Dying

is traumatizing. And while it seems like a miracle that you came back to life, I'm not surprised that your mental state changed dramatically upon doing so."

"Why is that?" I wondered.

She sighed again. "Because you

died

," she repeated. "You don't survive death and come back as the exact same person you were, just like how any other traumatizing situation permanently changes you. If anything, that shift in your mentality is part of the reason why you overcame death in the first place. Because you were unwilling to submit to it. Unwilling to submit to

anything

."

I frowned at that. "So does that mean that resurrecting is possible for anyone?" I wondered seriously.

She laughed at that. "No, absolutely not. There is definitely something very special about you, to be able to do so. But had you submitted to death, then I don't think you would have come back to life, even if you were capable of it."

I considered that. "Makes sense, I guess." I took a deep breath, her face rising and falling with my chiseled muscular chest. "I think dying actually made me angry," I added. "In fact, I still kind of feel angry."

"I'm sure it did," she mused. "I know I'd be pissed if someone killed me."

I smirked at that. "So now what?"

Her tone was immediately somber. "Now, you and my daughter Rebecca will leave soon. And then I guess I'll let you know once I've discovered something about the catalyst your mother left you."

"Any chance I could convince you to come with me?" I blurted out, not even thinking about it prior to asking.

She grimaced, reaching up with her arm to hold me tightly even as she buried her face into my chest. "I can't leave this place right now," she finally whispered. "Definitely not after what happened. And I'm still uncertain about how to handle the feelings I have for you. Uncertain of how to live life with those feelings."

"Because of how it'll affect your sex life?" I assumed.

She didn't respond.

I sighed. "I...umm, I love you," I whispered, knowing it didn't hold the same meaning as it might when saying it to my sister, but still truly feeling that kind of attachment to her at this point.

She stiffened against my side, before slowly lifting her head to more fully look at me. "Kai, I..." Her eyes pained. "I can't even count the number of times I've told another person I loved them..." She sighed. "But

never

in my entire life have I ever truly felt the way I now feel about you. I don't have words to express that feeling, because the word 'love' feels empty to me. Or rather, it is temporary and simply an everyday part of my life." She grimaced. "I feel like

infatuation

would be a more accurate word, to express my intensity, but usually that's temporary in a human's perspective. But for me, I feel like my infatuation for you could last an eternity. Making it feel more like an

addiction

than 'mere love' or infatuation." She took a deep breath. "I want you.

Infinitely

, I want you."

"So how does that affect us?" I wondered. "Or does it even change anything at all?"

Her emerald gaze glanced away. "I don't know," she admitted quietly. "I think I'll need time to try to figure it out. To process how I might live differently, after having lived a certain way for practically all of my life." Her eyes were pained again as she focused on me. "Do you think...do you think you can accept that? Can you be patient with me?"

I nodded. "I think that if we end up together, in a way I would prefer, then I need it to be 'willing' on your end. Because if I expect a certain lifestyle from you, and you eventually go back to your old life after deciding it's not what you truly want, then it'll be upsetting."

"I understand," she replied. "And it's probably best if we both take a break from each other right now, to figure out what we truly want. And probably best for my daughters Rebecca and Gabriella, as well as your sister Serenity, that I allow you to form strong relationships with them before trying to compete for your time and attention."

I knew she was probably right. Especially when her very presence was so potent to me that Gabriella's overwhelming aroma felt insignificant compared to a full-blooded succubus. It would be difficult to focus on anyone other than this hot minx, whenever she was around.

However...

"Can I still come visit you?" I asked seriously, recalling that she'd made the offer before.

Her expression brightened. "I'd be heartbroken if you didn't," she said seriously. "You are welcome at any time." She then frowned. "Still remember to hit the buzzer at the gate please, so we know you're here and don't accidentally freak out and try to attack you from having a powerful, unannounced visitor show up. And I did actually put my number in your phone already, if you will please call as well." Her expression brightened again. "But yes, please come visit me."

"If I do, it'll probably be at night," I considered, doubting I'd have time to make a trip here during the day.

"Perfectly fine," she replied warmly. "I'll be ready to entertain you, no matter when you show up. And if I am already asleep, and need a few minutes to wake up, or if I'm possibly occupied...with someone else...then I'll make sure my maid keeps you company while you wait."

I sighed. "Okay," I said simply. "And I hope you can accept that Gwen partially belongs to me now."

"Yes," she agreed. "I can sense that's the case. Honestly, I sensed it the moment you came back to life -- sensed the power that flowed into her. So moving forward, we will share her, as equals."

"Then you won't mind if I decide I need to borrow her?" I assumed.

"I would prefer she remain with me for now, but I understand if you do need me to loan her out occasionally."

"That's acceptable," I agreed.

She smirked at that. "Have you noticed your speech has changed?" she wondered.

"Has it?"

She nodded, a smirk tugging at her perfect lips. "A little, and it's probably just due to the shift in your mentality. You say what you want, how you want, and your tone has a higher level of certainty to it."

I simply shrugged in response, wondering if it was partially because I was around her in particular, since she sometimes spoke oddly compared to what I was used to. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if I spoke like my normal self once I was around my sister again.

Or more specifically, people who had been alive for less than a full lifetime, and had a manner of speech that was entirely modern...

Sighing, I let it out slowly, staring up at the romantic canopy above.

"What's wrong?" she asked quietly, her tone sounding sincerely concerned.

"I feel a little sad," I realized with a frown. "I've only been away from Serenity and Gabriella for about half a day, and yet I miss them like I've been away for years. Decades even."

"Well, you did die," Ms. Miriam said gently. "Not much time passed for the living while you were dead, but your experience might have been longer."

I shook my head, knowing that, in my perception, I was dying one second and felt like I was coming back to life the very next second. "No, I think it might be from being so stressed about everything. Stressed about meeting you, and then being around you has been a bit stressful too," I admitted, only to clarify. "Sexually stressful."

She smirked. "I apologize for having a little fun with you, but I'd be lying if I said I regretted even a second of it."

I nodded. "I don't disagree," I said simply, knowing I'd enjoyed most of the time I'd spent with her too. "But all of it has just made the day seem so long, and..." My voice trailed off.

My expression was somber again.

"And what?" she whispered, her tone tender and empathetic.

I sighed. "I'm also sad because 'going back' to them means leaving you."

Ms. Miriam gave me a sad smile, only to gently turn her head enough to kiss me on the chest, before focusing up at me again. "It makes me sad as well," she agreed. "But just remember that you have my heart in a way no one has ever before. Sex is just sex to me, but what I feel for you is something so much more. And you are also welcome to come visit me whenever you want. Even tonight...if you're of preference."

I grimaced, doubting I'd want to do so tonight. Like, a part of me did, of course, but I suspected that once I was back with Serenity and Gabriella, never mind Avery and Michelle, I probably wouldn't want to leave again so soon.

Ms. Miriam easily picked up on the look. "Or the next night, or whenever. You have my number, and if you want, we can even message each other a little during the day."

I looked down at her in surprise, prompting an immediate eye-roll that was fucking adorable.

"I'm old, but

not decrepit

," she said with a surprising amount of playful venom in her tone. "Yes, I know how to send a message

typing on a screen

. And I was quite adept at using a nine-digit keypad too, when that was more a thing."

I smirked widely. "And using a rotary phone too, I assume."

She gave me a playful slap on the chest, only to grin at me. "I'm surprised you even know what that is at your age. Smartass."

"Saw one in a museum once. Old hag."

She stuck her adorable tongue out at me, only to turn her head enough to suck my nipple into her mouth with surprising force, biting down a little. The unexpected stimulation caused my legs to jerk, which in turn made Gwen stir, since she was practically cuddling with my left one.

Ms. Miriam only laughed. "I love playing with you so much," she said warmly.

"Me too," I agreed, focusing on the sexy maid now, since she was yawning as she opened her slitted crimson eyes.

She then focused up at me, her purple lips forming an almost uncertain smile as she met my gaze.

Uncertain, as if she was searching my head for any shadows that she was doing something displeasing. However, while I was a little sad about leaving, and sad because I missed everyone back home, I was actually pretty pleased with my sex pet.

She'd done a good job of taking care of me when I needed it, and I felt like a big part of me returning to normal was from not being so 'hangry' from the lack of sexual energy my body wanted. Because prior to fucking her, and absorbing her passion, it had kind of felt like I was starving in that department.

And it made me irritable.

Gwen finally smiled more fully, hugging my leg tighter to her naked chest.

Ms. Miriam took a deep breath then, and finally sat up, only to reach up and stretch her arms even while her midnight wings fanned out to stretch too.

"Well, I guess I'll send Gwen to collect your clothing, while I go find my daughter," she commented, her tail abruptly beginning to wrap around my soft cock, as if it had a mind of its own. "Do you need anything before I send you off, or do you think you'll want to go after you dress?"

I sat up as I considered that, knowing I was never going to manage to escape this place if I didn't just go ahead and leave. "Umm, no," I replied hesitantly, glancing down at her tail still wrapped around me. "I think we should probably go as soon as I'm dressed, and Mrs. Rebecca is ready."

Ms. Miriam nodded, not seeming surprised as she leaned forward to peck my bare shoulder, only to let go of my cock with her tail while she slipped off the side of the bed.

Damn, it was obvious when she moved that my cum had practically glued the red silk robe to her body, because the dried sections stuck right to her like a second skin...

The moment Ms. Miriam stepped out of the room, and Gwen climbed out of bed as well, placing her hooves on the floor as her black furry tail rubbed against my leg, the maid turned to me and answered my unspoken question.

"Cum does tend to make clothing stick to skin," she agreed. "And my mistress enjoys the sensation, and will eventually request that I 'undress her,' which makes the silk pull on her skin when I do. She enjoys that process as well, sort of like how I enjoy being spanked."

For some reason, suddenly all I could think of was waxing, wondering if the stinging sensation that was left behind from yanking off hair was what Ms. Miriam liked so much. However, I also noticed Gwen's not-so-subtle hint that she wanted me to spank her sometime.

I'd definitely have to remember that.

"Kind of," Gwen agreed to my thought about waxing. "Although her lack of hair in most spots isn't from waxing. She's always only had hair on her head. It's a succubus thing. And no, she doesn't actually wax for the sensation, because part of the enjoyment is the knowledge that it's cum making the clothing stick. That, and she loves the scent. Especially the scent and volume of yours."