Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 37

I scoffed. "Do you really even need my permission?" I asked seriously.

Unexpectedly she frowned, her tone suddenly serious. "No. But with what you're capable of, I'd be a fool to not give you my deepest respect." Instantly, her expression and tone were cheerful again. "And you'd be a fool to not likewise offer me your deepest respect."

I sighed. "Yeah, well you should know that I'm more than happy to respect you, right?" I replied, only to shake my head as I stood up straight. "Honestly, I'm still not sure what just happened down there in that room. Like, did you see my memories or something?"

She sighed, abruptly holding out the skillet to the woman next to me, her thin arm perfectly straight as if it weighed nothing. "Gwen, would you fry up some of the cold rice they made yesterday. I'll go grab the frozen spring rolls to heat up." She paused, focusing on me. "Any requests?" she wondered. "Chinese is on the menu for lunch. No meat though."

"Chinese food?" I said in surprise.

Her thin red eyebrows shot up as she handed the skillet off to Gwen. "Umm, yeah. Duh. You think I'm going to waste my five-star chef on normal food?" She scoffed. "It's 'fine dining' here every day of the week, though I occasionally have cravings for the basics, like grilled cheese, and peanut butter banana sandwiches."

I frowned at that.

"What?" she asked with a grin. "Am I convincing you that I'm only about your age?"

I cleared my throat. "Umm, yeah. Hard to believe you're so old."

She scoffed, reaching back to grab her shiny whip-like tail. "Careful now, young man. I know how to pull out my old lady belt for spankings." She laughed. "Gwen would certainly know."

Surprisingly, the person in question didn't even react, as if she was used to this kind of playful banter, busying herself with pulling a big bowl of rice out of one-of-two massive silver fridges.

"Anyway," Miriam continued, letting go of her tail and gesturing with both hands dramatically to the side, seeming to overly exaggerate as if she was introducing someone on a stage. "If you have no requests, then I should tell you that your date is impatiently waiting for your arrival, if you'd be so kind as to have a seat in the dining hall."

"Oh," I said in surprise, focusing on the door where she was indicating. "Is Mrs. Rebecca okay?" I asked seriously, beginning to walk in that direction.

Miriam's expression dropped, as did her hands and cheer, now looking serious. "Yeah, she's fine. A little upset is all. I'm sure that her seeing you're okay will help alleviate her symptoms."

Fuck.

I turned my head fully toward the door then, forgetting all about the pair of sexy women behind me as I made haste through the set of double doors, only to find myself in a small room with carts, quickly moving through the next set of doors.

When I popped out at the edge of a massive space with a long table and fancy chandeliers, it took all of half a second for Mrs. Rebecca to spot me.

It was obvious she'd been crying.

"Oh Kai!" she exclaimed, running over to me, her huge tits bouncing around with her green blouse as she did so. "You're okay," she sobbed, throwing herself at my chest and wrapping her arms tightly around me, burying her face against my shoulder. "I am so sorry," she whimpered. "So so sorry. Please forgive me. I had no idea she would..." She sobbed again. "I tried to stop her, but I..." Another sob.

"Hey," I said gently, returning the embrace and tenderly rubbing her slim back. "I'm okay. And I don't blame you," I added. "Seems like she approached things a bit differently than either of us were expecting."

"I'm so sorry," she repeated. "She...she kind of flipped out when she sensed traces of your compulsion on me, and I tried to explain but she wouldn't have it." She squeezed me even tighter. "I tried to make her listen, but she was convinced you had control of me. So she tied me up and used her Soul Scrying on me."

"Soul Scrying?" I repeated in surprise. "Is that what she did to me too?"

Mrs. Rebecca finally looked up at me, her cheeks wet with tears as she sniffled, her green eyes somber, her heavy red curls hiding her shoulders. "Umm, yeah probably. It's a divination magic that uses one's soul as a catalyst to divulge the nature of its essence. Much like using a crystal ball or mirror, except that what she does is significantly more potent."

"And it's safe?" I said hopefully.

She sniffled again. "Yeah, it's not dangerous. It was just uncomfortable to have my own mom trying to seduce me and use my lust for the spell."

Oh fuck.

I tried not to react.

"Did she have to use Gwen instead?" I wondered hesitantly, knowing I was focusing on the wrong things here.

Mrs. Rebecca grimaced. "Umm, no. I had enough lust." Her expression pained then. "I'm so sorry," she repeated. "I felt horrible, knowing I was feeling so good when you were all alone in the basement, but she knows all my sweet spots, and it's pretty much impossible to resist her influence."

"Umm, yeah," I agreed, knowing I'd just had a raging hard-on only moments ago when she was apparently working her charm on me. "I couldn't really help it either," I admitted.

Mrs. Rebecca nodded, her expression lightening up some when she pressed her thigh more into my cock. She then sighed. "Well, at least it seems like you're both physically and emotionally unscathed," she commented, reaching down to gently touch me. "Or at least, this big guy is still working just fine."

"Sorry," I whispered, feeling a little embarrassed that the idea of her mom seducing her was so fucking hot. "I know this is all serious, and I'm taking it serious. It's just..."

She nodded, giving me a small smile. "You're very much still a young man," she mused. "Being horny seems to make everything else take the back seat. But at least you're not mad at me. I'll be sure to treat you to something special before I take you back home, okay? It's the least I can do after putting you through all this. I really am sorry."

I couldn't help but grin at her, sincerely feeling my mood lifted from that promise. Dammit, I really needed to grow up. Although, I knew that there might be unseen influences going on that I couldn't control, like a certain little succubus in the other room, who seemed to be more potent in her capacity to seduce than I would have anticipated. "Sounds good," I agreed, only to nearly jump when I heard something close behind me.

Fuck, no one snuck up on me.

No one.

Why in the hell couldn't I hear anything in this house?

I should be able to hear Miriam and Gwen in the kitchen, especially since I'd been able to pick up on Gwen's footsteps when we first arrived, despite the fact that I was much further away.

And more than that. I should be able to hear the birds in the trees outside, as well as the leaves flowing in the warm wind, and even the smaller sounds like squirrels rustling and scratching as they climbed along the bark.

Glancing over my shoulder, I was surprised to see it was Gwen.

She spoke the moment I met her gaze. "My mistress instructed me to sit with both of you while she finishes up. She's decided she wants to cook the rest herself."

"Oh, umm, okay," I agreed, glancing at Mrs. Rebecca and moving toward the long table, figuring I'd sit on the other side so I could keep an eye on the kitchen doors. "Oh," I added. "Can I ask you a question, Gwen? Why can't I hear anything?" I wondered seriously.

She paused just as she pulled back a tall chair, focusing on me. "I'm not sure if my mistress would want me to share," she replied, obvious regret in her expression.

Mrs. Rebecca had already sat down, patting the seat next to her. "Oh, I'll tell you," she retorted. "It's not that big of a deal. It's basically a spell that prevents eavesdropping, using energy from the ground to sustain itself indefinitely. The strength of the effect varies quite a bit though, depending on your location in the house."

"Oh," I said simply, having a seat beside her as I glanced at Gwen across the table. "Makes sense."

The sexy devil maid decided to sit down then, her cheeks beginning to flush slightly as she did so, her very large nipples growing visibly harder against her tight silk holding her tits in place, with her noticeably taking a deep breath once she was settled.

Oh fuck, she still had that butt-plug in her ass, something that I was sure rarely came out.

And suddenly, I couldn't help but have only one thing on my mind.

I desperately wanted to ask her an obvious and totally inappropriate question. 'Does that feel good?'

Unexpectedly, Gwen inclined her chin just slightly, her cheeks flushing even more as she cleared her throat and glanced away.

Oh fuck, this was making me so horny. I almost wanted to ask if I could eat her for lunch instead, easily visualizing myself slipping underneath this table and wiggling my way through her thick muscular thighs.

Gwen's face turned bright red as she cleared her throat again, parting her shiny purple lips like she was searching for something to say, anything to end the awkward silence.

Miriam suddenly walked through the double doors then, coming much sooner than I was expecting, carrying a surprisingly large tray in her tiny arms, having bowls of hastily fried rice, spring rolls, and a bottle of soy sauce, with no sign of meat, as mentioned.

I recalled that Gabriella had grown up a vegetarian, knowing her mom was as well, and suddenly I began to wonder if it truly ran in the family, since everything Miriam was bringing out was aligned with a meatless diet. There wasn't even the scent of eggs, indicating that the rice had been likely fried only using soy sauce, and the spring rolls were probably fried with vegetable oil, though I had no idea if eggs were truly something she wouldn't eat.

But damn, it all still looked and smelled amazing.

It was only as she set the platter down that she noticed her maid's flushed expression. She then smirked, beginning to slide dishes across the table toward us, only to focus up at me as she placed both hands on her bony hips, seeming to display all of her tan bikini-clad body for me to see.

"Oh," she said casually, her grin widening. "And as restitution for how you were treated while you were here, would you be of preference to fuck my maid before you go?"

My jaw literally dropped.

"Whoa, hold on," I said in shock, glancing at Gwen and then back at her, feeling absolutely dumbfounded at this point. "I am so confused right now. First, you don't trust me and even threaten my life, and now things are not only great, but you're also offering me..." My voice trailed off.

Shit, how could this be so night and day?

It was like she did her Soul Scrying on me, and then boom, I was her family now.

Or at least a respected guest.

Miriam exaggerated a heavy sigh, only to throw her hands up like she was acting for a play. "Truly, you were raised by humans," she said almost mockingly. "Oh, how I'll never understand why your lot perceives sex as such a sacred act." She shook her head. "Perhaps, let me rephrase, little boy. Would you, my esteemed guest, be interested in shaking hands with my maid? In a guest bedroom?" She paused. "Using your cock," she added flatly, as if I needed the extra clarification.

When I didn't respond right away, she sighed heavily and continued.

"Aside from me, and my few descendants, Gwen here can't partake in such acts with most others, simply due to the nature of her existence, even with the measures I've taken to reduce her temperature. Unfortunately, there is only so much a magical item can do to bottle up the effects of her lust, which really gets her heated up. However, she's just recently informed me that you claim to not be burned easily, and I admit I am very curious to find out if that's true, since I've never heard of an incubus being heat resistant like succubi are."

I sighed, only to focus on the demoness in question, since I wanted to make something clear...before I rejected the offer.

"Look, you are absolutely gorgeous," I said firmly to Gwen. "And I'd feel very lucky to have sex with you," I added, only to pause, glancing at Miriam. "However, after everything I just experienced, I'm hesitant to enjoy myself. I know you claim that you trust me now, but I was recently tested by someone else I care for..." I paused again when I noticed Mrs. Rebecca grimace in the corner of my vision. "And I'm just paranoid that everything is a test at this point."

Miriam abruptly clapped her hands, a smirk tugging on her cute perfect lips. "Congratulations, you passed the test."

"Are you fucking serious?" I hissed in disbelief.

She laughed. "No, not at all. But it was funny seeing your reaction." She chuckled again. "And please, do fuck my maid. She could really use it. And I could really use the unraveling of another mystery. Might even be able to siphon off some lust for myself while I'm at it."

I sighed, focusing on Gwen again. "If I decline now, will you be willing again in the future?" I asked seriously.

She looked up at me in surprise. "Oh, umm, yes," she replied quietly.

"Look," I continued, feeling like she was taking this too hard. "You can perceive my thoughts, right? Or my intentions, or whatever? What are they telling you right now?"

The sexy devil frowned then, her purple lips looking so plump and perfect, only to focus more intently on me, her slitted crimson eyes sharp. "You want my body. You perceive it as exotic and want to explore it. You want to pleasure me, and want to receive pleasure from me." She sighed. "But you are also hesitant, due to the nature of the situation, as well as due to your preestablished commitments with others."

Well shit.

I was about to say, 'exactly what I just said' only for her to add a little something to it.

"Oh, umm, yeah," I agreed, feeling awkward that she'd taken it a step further than what I was saying out loud, by mentioning my preestablished commitments. Granted, I supposed I opened myself up to it in the first place, so I had no right to complain, and it wasn't like I was hiding the fact that I was sort of with other women, and wanted to respect them by avoiding fucking around with random people as much as possible.

Miriam sighed heavily again. "Well, how about me then?" she asked with a straight face. "Want to fuck me before you leave? I'm curious to know what my daughter finds so amazing about you."

Holy fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Was I going to get out of this place without fucking someone?

Shit!

"I...I thought you said I was disgusting," I repeated in disbelief, knowing I'd already made that statement already.

She laughed. "Oh honey, do you really think I care? You could be ugly as shit and I'd fuck you, so long as you give me that juicy lust you have within you. And not only are you quite handsome, but ohhh," she moaned, exaggerating the word. "You have so much lust just waiting to be eaten up."

When I didn't respond, she giggled again.

"Little boy, ever heard the phrase 'beauty is on the inside?' Well, I believe that's quite true, as everyone's lust is quite beautiful to me. Doesn't matter what you look like, I perceive everyone as being quite special." She grinned. "And delicious."

I cleared my throat, my cock feeling like it was literally going to explode, and not the fun kind, but the 'too much blood flowing there' kind. And yet, somehow it felt amazing, and I couldn't help but wonder how it might feel getting my engorged member in this short sexy woman's tight snatch.

I wondered if her pussy lips would be juicy and inviting like Mrs. Rebecca's were, even despite her otherwise thin frame.

"It's alright if you want to," my redhead MILF unexpectedly whispered next to me. "I don't mind at all."

I shook my head, taking a deep breath, trying to clear my thoughts as I changed the subject. "So, umm, about this stone. Not to put pressure on you or anything, but you said you can remove the curse? How long do you think that might take?"

Miriam frowned, finally crossing her arms over her scantily clad chest, her slim belly tensing slightly. "I don't know," she replied honestly. "The spell is very dangerous, and a bit complex. Picture it like unraveling a tangled ball of wires connected to a bomb. I have to untangle the mess while avoiding detonation."

"Fuck," I hissed, sincerely concerned now. "It's not dangerous for you, is it? Because if you could die from this, then just forget it. I don't need to know what the message is that bad."

Her emerald eyes narrowed slightly, arms still crossed.

"Why you care, I can hardly fathom," she mumbled, only to sigh. "How does someone as naïve and innocent as you come from an incubus?" she asked seriously, though it was obvious the question was rhetorical.

Still, I replied anyway, a hint of sarcasm in my tone.

"Umm, sorry that I don't want the mother, of two of the women I love, to die?"

She grinned, seeming to approve of the sass for some reason. "Is it dangerous for the idiotic? Certainly. But I'll be fine. I've dispelled a number of dangerous spells in my lifetime, and I always have a scapegoat in the event something goes wrong."

I immediately looked at Gwen uncomfortably, the word 'goat' reminding me of her hooved feet and horns.

"Oh please," Miriam said in exaggerated disbelief. "You really think I'd risk my precious sex pet?" She scoffed. "I'll usually pick up a random human for these types of experiments," she explained, shrugging her delicate shoulders. "Best case and they'll have the most amazing mind-blowing sexual experience of their life. Worst case and they'll also have the most amazing mind-blowing experience of their life...and then suffer an excruciating death, which they'll happily accept after I've literally pleasured them into their own mental paradise."

"Shit," I hissed.

She smirked at my reaction. "But don't worry," she reassured me. "I'm very good at dealing with these types of curses. I feel confident that whatever person I pick up will leave here alive and well, wishing they could stay forever."

I sighed heavily, knowing this really needed to be done. Because at this point, I either needed to look for clues in my mother's message, or possibly try to seek her out directly, so I could ask her who might have tried killing me.

Because it couldn't be her.

If she was the woman that gave birth to me, then she had ample time to end my life when I was at my most vulnerable, so I felt like it wouldn't make sense for it to be her.

And my father...

That didn't really make sense either, considering he basically put a house over my head, food in my stomach, and provided a family to raise me. He too could have killed me when I was much younger, which meant it had to be a third party who wanted me dead.

But why?

I had no idea.

However, what I did know was I had to find out, and soon, taking whatever measures necessary to ensure that the people I loved didn't end up just as dead as I would have been, if I'd used that stone.

Dammit.

I took a deep breath. "Thank you," I replied sincerely. "And if there's any way I can pay you back, please let me know."

Miriam grinned. "Oh, don't think I'm doing this for free. I fully expect you to owe me a favor," she replied warmly, just a hint of a mischievous glint in her sparkling emerald eyes.

Ah shit. I should have known.

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