Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 03

"What?" I wondered when she didn't say anything.

She shook her head, blushing while she took another bite. After she swallowed it, she whispered a response. "I just really like you."

"I really like you too," I admitted, averting my gaze.

She took a few more bites, and then set her fork down on her plate. "I think that's about all I can eat. Sorry. It was really amazing."

"What?" I said in surprise. "No, that's alright. You don't have to finish it." I turned to open one of the cabinets and pulled out a plastic container to put the rest in the fridge -- even if she didn't want it for later, I wouldn't hesitate to eat it. Food certainly didn't go to waste in our house, because I was like a bottomless pit.

Seeing what I was doing, Gabriella got up and brought her plate over.

Once I had the leftover food in the fridge, I turned to see that she was leaning against the counter, watching me again. Sighing, I focused more closely on her face first, noticing that her lips still had a slight shine from her lip gloss. I then looked down at her body, taking it all in. The heavy purple silk was hanging provocatively on her curves, pulled tight at her busty chest and hips.

My body uncontrollably shivered slightly as I let my hormones surge, my cock rapidly straining against my black gym shorts while my body shifted.

"Wow, that's all it took, huh?" she asked playfully, her expression curious. "You just had to look at me and that was it?"

My face felt hot. "I wasn't exaggerating when I said I almost transformed when I first met you. It was all I could do to not shift immediately. I barely ran away in time."

A smirk appeared on her face, as she slowly walked over and wrapped her fingers around my wrist for the second time. Even though I knew I could easily break away from her grip, it still felt like she had me in an unbreakable shackle. As if there was something about her intensity that bound me far more tightly than her hand could ever hope to do.

I suddenly felt trapped in a cage with a predator, although not unwillingly so.

"I'm going to have some fun with you," she whispered seductively. She then gently tugged on me, leading me out of the kitchen and back to the living room.

Once we reached the couch, she pushed on my chest harder than I anticipated, probably knowing that I was stronger than I looked, though I kept my balance.

"Sit," she demanded quietly.

I obeyed, sinking into the cushion as I watched her come closer, slowly climbing onto the couch and straddling my lap. Gabriella then sat down firmly on my throbbing cock, shifting her weight as she got more comfortable. I sucked in a sharp breath as she grabbed my face in both her thin hands.

"Hold still," she whispered. "I'm going to kiss you."

I held my breath as she took her time leaning forward, her emerald gaze passionate, her cheeks flushed, her pale skin framed by her bright red hair. She then gently rested her lips against mine, rubbing her lip gloss into my skin, before pressing more firmly and forcing her tongue between my lips.

Shit, I felt like she was fucking my mouth as her hot tongue began exploring, searching for mine.

Uncontrollably, before I could stop myself, I roughly grabbed her hips and shoved my cock upward, grinding against her hot silk-covered snatch before I realized what I was doing. I immediately broke away from the kiss. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said. "That was too rough."

She shook her head, her eyes overwhelmed with lust. "No," she purred. "That wasn't rough enough." She then tried kissing me again, but suddenly all I could think about was touching her ribs last night and causing her pain.

"But what about your bruises?" I asked seriously, leaning my head away.

Gabriella sighed heavily and pulled away, hopping off my lap. I immediately regretted bringing it up. Had I offended her? Did I ruin the mood?

"S-Sorry," I quickly said. "I just don't want to hurt you."

She shook her head, and began lifting up her silky shirt to just below her heavy tits, exposing her bruised body.

As a reflex, I blushed and looked away.

"No, look. I'm showing you," she explained. "So you can see where they are. That way you won't accidentally touch them, if it can be avoided."

"Oh." I forced myself to look at her, trying not to be distracted too much by her toned stomach. Once I nodded, she then turned around so I could see the few bruises on her back. There was one spot in particular that looked really nasty.

She saw me focusing on it, and explained. "That's where he got me with the taser. I was opening up yesterday morning for work, and he tased me behind the building when I was taking some trash out." I nodded with a grimace, prompting her to drop her shiny shirt, sticking her thumbs at the top of her pajama bottoms.

My eyes widened in shock. "Wait!" I said urgently, averting my gaze.

"What?" she said in surprise.

"I just...I just need a second. To prepare myself." It was true. I was about to see her exposed hips and thighs, and possibly ass too. I wasn't sure if I could control myself, because at that point there wasn't much between me and her wet pussy. Clothes felt like an impenetrable barrier, and she was about to remove that obstacle.

She looked at me curiously. "I'm wearing underwear underneath."

I glanced up at her again, partially covering my face with my hand. "Well, yeah. I assumed that much. It's just..."

"Just what?" she asked softly.

"I don't know," I admitted, deciding to be honest. "Just the idea of seeing you only in your underwear, right in front of me...I feel like I might reach out and take you."

"You can, if you want," she replied quietly. "I'm yours."

I quickly shook my head, knowing she didn't understand. I was very strong, and had the capacity to be very rough. Too rough. "It's too much right now. I don't like feeling like I'm going to lose control of myself."

She nodded. "That's alright, but can I still show you the bruises?"

I took a deep breath and then nodded too, looking at her from between my fingers. She let the silky pajama bottoms slip down her waist and fall to the floor, revealing her toned legs. Her panties were white and kind of sheer, with lacy edges. Once she had turned around, so I got a chance to see it all, I quickly adverted my eyes while she pulled her pants back up.

"Do you exercise?" I wondered, trying to distract myself.

"I jog a mile almost every day," she explained. "And I do sit-ups. Generally, I do it in the evening before I shower and go to bed. I used to use the treadmills at the small gym my apartment complex has, but I had too many creeps hitting on me, so I decided to spend a few hundred dollars to buy my own." She then paused to examine my expression. "Why do you ask?"

I gulped as I thought about her toned body underneath the purple silk. "Well, I can tell you do something. No one looks like that without some effort."

She shrugged. "Honestly, it only takes me like 15 to 20 minutes, which you probably wouldn't think is a lot, but it makes a big difference when you do it every day. That's the key -- to just be consistent with it. I never go longer than a day without running." She then paused as she examined me again. "What about you?" she wondered. "I didn't get a good look last night, but I've felt your chest and stomach. What do you do to stay in such great shape?"

"Oh, umm." I thought about it. "I mean, I fly occasionally, and I guess I do run too, but that's about it. I'm not nearly as consistent as you."

Her emerald eyes widened. "Oh! I forgot about that! You had wings last night in the woods. Where did they go?"

"I'll show you," I replied, reaching for the collar of my shirt to pull it off, revealing my toned muscles covered in dark gray skin. I then looked up at her, surprised to see her audibly gulp as she looked me over with wide eyes. Suddenly, she was the one trembling slightly.

"Ready?" I asked to get her attention.

She nodded, still seeming mesmerized by my body, so I allowed my muscles in my back to reconstruct themselves and rapidly push out bat-like wings. I then reached them around in front of me, surrounding her with them so she could have a better look.

Without hesitation, Gabriella reached out and grazed the soft membrane with her fingertips. "Wow, this is amazing," she whispered. "How is this even possible?"

I shrugged, causing my wings to move slightly as well. "I don't know how it works. It just does."

She focused on me then, her expression now pensive as she seemed to search for a logical explanation. "Have you ever been hurt before?"

I gave her a confused look. "Well, no. Not really. I've never even been sick."

"Really?" she asked in disbelief. "Not even a cold?"

I shrugged again. "Nope. Not that I can remember at least. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, well, I just wondered what would happen if you got hurt. Like, how fast you would heal. If your body can create wings this fast, then it makes me think you would also heal almost instantly too."

"Maybe. I really don't know," I admitted. "Although, I do weigh more than you might expect," I added, watching her continue to feel them as she nodded. After a few seconds, I spoke again. "Do you want me to take you flying sometime?"

She looked at me in alarm, and immediately shook her head. "I think I'll pass on that one. That sounds terrifying."

"Well, you would probably think it's cold, at least," I realized, both of us falling silent again. I waited another few minutes, before speaking up, kind of wanting to get back to what we'd been doing. "Are you okay if I put them away now? I don't really like having them out unless I'm going to use them." She agreed, so I allowed my body to reabsorb the ancillary appendages.

I was hoping that she would resume kissing me, but instead she just stood there, still seeming mesmerized by my chiseled torso.

"Do you want to touch me?" I wondered out loud.

She glanced at my face, her expression shy now, and nodded once.

I couldn't help but grin, finding it weird how the tables had suddenly turned. I reached out and grabbed her forearms, tugging her gently into my lap a second time. She sat down sideways on my cock, and carefully placed her trembling fingers on my stomach, gradually tracing the curves created by my abs.

I could smell her actively becoming more aroused as she ran her hand across my chest, switching between tracing my hardening nipples and collar bones.

My muscles weren't massive by any means, but I was certainly well-defined.

After a few minutes of feeling me up, she leaned into me, wrapping her arms around my head and pulling my face against her massive tits. I wrapped my arms around her in return, my face growing hotter and hotter as I listened to her heartbeat through the smooth clothing.

"This is really nice," I said quietly, wanting to do so much more, but also feeling content right now.

She nodded in agreement, briefly giving my head a tight squeeze. We continued to sit like that for a while, content just to hold each other even while my cock throbbed against her ass, before Gabriella spoke up again.

"Thank you, by the way."

"For what?" I wondered, still listening to her heartbeat, not wanting to budge from my current position. She had already thanked me for pretty much everything I'd done for her, so I sincerely wasn't sure why she was thanking me now.

"For last night. For not pretending like you weren't the one who saved me. I was afraid you were going to do that -- play dumb. I was surprised when you didn't. It made me really happy."

I grimaced. "Honestly, I was planning to do that. But then I just couldn't bring myself to lie to you. I guess deep down I knew it would hurt you, and I didn't want to see any more pain in your eyes."

Gabriella hugged my head tighter against her chest. "I wouldn't have been mad if you had -- I was expecting it after all. But, I was still really glad you didn't."

I squeezed her gently in response. "Well, I guess you're welcome then."

We were both quiet for a few more minutes, when unexpectedly her phone started ringing in the kitchen. It was still on the table where she'd left it. I assumed we would just ignore the phone call, but she quickly pulled away.

"Oh! That's the ringtone I set for Serenity."

Gabriella immediately hopped out of my lap and ran to grab her phone.

"Hello?" she asked as she began walking back.

I could easily hear Serenity's voice on the other end, sounding upset. "Hey, Gabriella. I'm really sorry, but they want me to come get you for some more questioning."

"Right now?" she asked in surprise, stopping at the edge of the couch.

"Well, yeah..."

"But why?" the redhead demanded, clearly annoyed. It was actually the first time I'd seen her frustrated.

Serenity sighed briefly, before answering. "I can't say a lot, of course, but it has to do with the situation last night. I guess they are concerned with..." Her voice trailed off. "Well, with how the serial killer died. They want to ask you more about the guy who saved you."

"Seriously?" she said in disbelief, glancing at me. "I already told them everything I know. What is so weird about being stabbed in the chest?"

I heard Serenity bite her lip over the phone, something I knew she did when she was uncomfortable and didn't want to say something. My friend continued after a second. "It's because the knife was shoved straight through the sternum. Like, at a perfect ninety-degree angle. And..." She paused. "Well, they think this guy has been involved in a few other cases, where he killed the suspect."

Gabriella's eyes widened, fear suddenly tainting her scent as she looked at me in alarm. I couldn't help but glance away in shame. She immediately seemed apologetic as she responded firmly. "Well, I've already told them everything I know. Can't I refuse?"

Serenity sighed. "Well, yes. Actually, you can. Is that what you want me to tell them?"

"Yes, it is," Gabriella said more assertively. "Tell them I've already shared everything I know, and I've been through enough. I just want to move on."

"Okay," my friend agreed hesitantly. "And I'm really sorry, Gabriella. I wasn't trying to make you upset. The guy they're worried about has only killed known murderers, all of whom were about to kill someone. They had hoped you might be the first witness who could actually identify the guy. Honestly, most of my coworkers don't want to get involved in this because he's saving people's lives." She took a deep breath. "But the law is still the law."

Gabriella's expression was even more guilty and apologetic toward me, as she continued speaking to Serenity. "Well, honestly, I don't disagree with them. I'd be dead right now if it wasn't for him. I mean, what was the guy supposed to do? Ask the serial killer nicely to stop killing me? He literally had a knife to my chest! You saw the cut!"

"I know, I know," she agreed. "Really, that's the only thing preventing this from becoming a full-blown case -- because it's possible this person could have just stumbled upon these instances and intervened. It's not like he tracked the perps down after the fact. So, if that's the case, then it can be ruled as self-defense."

Gabriella sighed. "Why do they even think it's the same guy anyway?"

"Oh! It's because the cases have the same MO. Each victim was stabbed through the chest, straight into the heart with meticulous accuracy..." She hesitated. "And the object wasn't always sharp, like a knife. One serial killer had his gun barrel shoved through his chest, which doesn't even seem possible for a normal person to do."

"Yeah, that does sound strange," Gabriella agreed, probably knowing that denying it would seem suspicious. "But like I said, I already told them everything I know."

"Right," Serenity replied. "I'm sorry for bothering you about it. Is Kai doing alright?"

"Yes." She then looked at my expression, seeing that I was still averting my gaze. "He's upstairs right now. I was just hanging out in the kitchen."

My friend paused. "Well, maybe ask him to take you out to the mall or something...if you feel up to going out."

Gabriella blushed, since it sounded like she was suggesting we go on a date -- or at least, trying to get us out of the house and around other people so we weren't home alone together. Gabriella cleared her throat. "Umm, well, maybe. I'm kind of afraid to go out, honestly. I might wait until tomorrow before I try venturing outside again."

"Right, okay," Serenity responded. "Well, I need to get back to work. I'll see you this evening."

"Hey," Gabriella said, her tone sounding more meaningful. "Thanks Serenity. Seriously. I'm really glad you're my friend."

"Aww! You're going to make me start crying again! Just take it easy today, alright?"

Gabriella agreed that she would, and then hung up. I still couldn't bring myself to meet her gaze, because knowing she'd been afraid of me, even for a second, made me feel miserable.

She tried to lighten the mood by speaking casually about it. "Looks like you need to change it up a little," she teased, only to look apologetic again when I grimaced. "I'm just kidding. Are you mad at me?"

Sighing heavily, I shook my head. "No, I just sensed your fear when she told you."

"Hey, I'm not afraid," she retorted, placing her hands on her hips.

I sighed again. "I smelt it," I said simply.

She let her hands fall to her side. "Okay, maybe I felt a little scared for a second, but she made it sound like the 'victims'..." She did air quotes for emphasis. "Weren't murderers themselves. At least, when she first mentioned it."

When I still wouldn't look at her, she slowly walked up and stood close enough so that her knees were touching mine. I focused on her silk-covered thighs for a moment, before raising my chin to meet her gaze, seeing that her expression was now somber. Taking a deep breath, I reached out and placed my hands on her silky hips, pulling her gently forward.

She quickly brought her knee up to get back onto the couch, straddling my waist again. She then plopped down gently and wrapped my head in her embrace, squeezing me tightly both with her legs and arms at the same time. I was sure she could feel that my cock wasn't hard anymore.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

I shook my head against her chest. "You don't need to be sorry. I just feel ashamed that I made you afraid. I would never hurt you." And I meant that. I needed to make sure I was fully in control, because I couldn't afford to hurt her. Even just being too rough one time might make her not trust me again.

"I know," she said quietly. "That's why I'm sorry. I know you'd never hurt me, so there should have been no reason for me to feel afraid." She continued to hold me for a while longer, before leaning away slightly. I looked up at her, blushing when I saw that the desire in her green eyes had returned.

Gabriella slowly lowered her face, focusing on my lips, until she abruptly closed the gap and kissed me passionately.

When her tongue slipped between my lips, feeling like she was fucking my mouth roughly again, it had the same effect as last time. I immediately pulled hard on her waist, forcing her down on my stiffening cock while I shoved my own tongue into her mouth.

She moaned again, but this time I didn't stop. She gasped in surprise when I pulled away just enough to gently bite her juicy bottom lip. She immediately bit mine in return, a playful look in her emerald eyes as she sank her teeth into my flesh much harder.

However, she then had the same reaction I'd experienced, pulling away in alarm. "Sorry, that wasn't too hard, was it?"

I shook my head and reached up behind the base of her neck, feeling her bright red hair cover my hand as I forced her lips onto mine again. Her hands began exploring my chest as we kissed, before she returned her fingers to my jawline to hold my face. We were both beginning to breathe harder through our noses, the sound becoming ragged and heavy, when I unexpectedly heard a concerning sound in the distance.