Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 97 (Patreon)

August 28, 2022

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<< Chapter 96 | Ch 1 (Book 1) | Ch 16 (Book 2) | Ch 31 (Book 3) | Ch 46 (Book 4) | Ch 61 (Book 5) | Ch 76 (Book 6) | Ch 91 (Book 7) 

- CHAPTER 97: Fertility -

In many ways, Thursday was not turning out how I expected it to.

For one, I was still failing miserably at learning to use this defense spell that Miriam wanted me to know, so that I could protect myself from getting ‘picked off’ without even seeing it coming. But then, there was the fact that I’d unexpectedly bonded with Gabriella and Michelle, of all people, never mind the fact that the elemental affinity associated with it might be related to light in some way.

That alone was great and an unexpected surprise.

But then Rosa woke up, after receiving an injection of my blood.

And not only did she wake up, she roused in a transformed state, initially feeling confused about what was going on, something that had not happened with anyone else. Technically, Natalie had almost transformed too when she first woke up, but she’d stopped it from happening.

But for Rosa, she’d never transformed into anything before.

So when she woke up and rapidly grew to almost ten feet tall, her clothing shredding off her body, feeling like she was starving and about to die, she was a bit confused, escalated, and scared, to say the least.

However, now she was doing really well.

If not great.

After offering to try taking her outside, I had let her wear my shirt to hide her nudity, since her clothing was otherwise torn rags now, and then walked her up the concrete stairs wearing only pants myself, followed by leading her through the grand foyer -- where most everyone else was gathered -- and out the front door.

Being that the sun wouldn’t set until a little after 8:30 PM, thanks to it being the end of April, it was still very bright outside, and Rosa promptly fell to her bare ass and cried her eyes out when she felt the warmth of the sun for the first time in over a dozen years. As opposed to having the sun burn her flesh like acid.

I was fairly certain she was about eighteen, and I knew she’d been turned into a vampire at a very young age, so she’d spent most of her life being unable to experience sunlight.

After that, once she began to collect herself some, I suggested we find out if she could eat normal food now too, since that would go a long way to getting her nutrition, aside from drinking blood.

And that’s where an even greater happiness came from.

We all sat at the long dining table, including Miriam, Gwen, Rebecca, Michelle, Gabriella, Avery, Natalie, and Serenity, quietly finishing up our meal as Rosa sat there with tears rolling down her cheeks, chewing on the bite of cake she’d just put in her mouth.

What used to taste like dirt, and would have made her vomit had she tried eating it, now tasted like a slice of heaven.

I was long since finished eating myself, having been the first one to clear my plate, knowing I really needed to get back to training soon…

But I remained in my seat, partly because I was enjoying everyone’s company, having all of my women together like this, and also partly because I was enjoying the sight of Rosa experiencing regular food, as if for the first time in her life. Certainly, she remembered eating normal food when she was really young, but she couldn’t remember what it actually tasted like.

However, when I met Miriam’s emerald gaze from directly across the table, I knew it was probably time for me to get back to it.

“So,” she said the moment our eyes met. “How are you doing on magic right now?” she wondered seriously.

I took a deep breath as I tried to evaluate that. “Surprisingly okay. I think I used a little bit of magic to heal earlier, but I did also absorb some of Rosa’s passion, so otherwise I’m fine. I’d say I’m at roughly half of my total magic capacity, but that’s like seventy-five percent of my primary reserve.” I shrugged. “So I could probably practice for about another hour, more or less.”

Miriam nodded, giving me an almost approving smile that I wasn’t looking for an excuse to have sex before it was really needed. But I mean, getting to have sex four times a day -- as would probably be the case by tonight, if I included the sex I had with Gabriella this morning -- was already a lot of sex in my mind.

Way more than I was used to, at least.

However, Miriam then pursed her lips. “Although, if you’re at about half of your total maximum, then after another hour, I think you will have dropped lower than thirty percent of your primary reserve,” she commented. “Seems like you’ve been running through almost a sixth of your total every half hour. Which isn’t bad, but it sounds like you only have three-sixths left, and you’re about to run through two-sixth of that.”

I shrugged. “I understand now why you recommended to stop at about a third of my main reserve, especially after feeling what it’s like being that low, but knowing I can get more energy easy enough makes me a little less hesitant to drop even lower.”

She smirked. “Yes, you’ll definitely be taken care of, one way or another.”

“One way or another,” Mrs. Rebecca agreed from beside her, giving me an affectionate look as well.

I gave her a smile, before changing the subject slightly. “Although, prior to earlier this week, not only could I not sense that I had any magic, I also don’t think I really had a need for it, like I do now. Not until Sunday.”

Of course, what I didn’t say specifically, not wanting to bring it up, was the fact that I was killed on Sunday, my heart ripped out of my body, and only seemed to have a need for magic after I came back to life.

Miriam nodded in acknowledgment. “Yes, well for one, you’re only half-incubus, which means you are only now about the age when most seem to develop a need for sexual energy. Second, your body should generate lifeforce either way. It’s only succubi and incubi who have the unique problem of that ability, to generate lifeforce, starting to diminish when they can’t get sexual energy. Essentially, it’s very much like food for normal people.” She shrugged. “Don’t eat for a few months, and you’ll die. For someone like me, don’t have sex for a few months, and I’ll die.”

“Right,” I agreed. “I was just pointing out that I essentially didn’t have a need to ‘eat,’ in a sexual sense, until now. But of course, you answered the reason why.”

“Yep,” she agreed. “It’s similar to the concept of aging. Humans produce lifeforce just fine until they get into their early thirties or forties, at which point, a lot of them begin to show signs of aging. Or, stated another way, they begin to show signs of dying -- signs of their capacity to produce lifeforce diminishing. That process happens a lot sooner for the spawn of incubi and succubi, which might initially seem bad, but so long as the individual is well-nourished with plenty of sex, they also tend to live a lot longer.”

“How long?” I asked seriously.

She shrugged. “So far, the women I’ve given birth to have lived for at least five hundred years, but usually not much longer than that.”

“Five-hundred years?!” I repeated in disbelief, the unexpected reality that I might really live for a long time hitting me all at once. Because, previously it was just a vague concept, the idea that I might have an above-average lifespan, or that I might not even die at all.

But the idea of me having at least five-hundred years ahead of me was just mindboggling.

Gabriella spoke up. “And how many daughters have you had?” she wondered curiously.

Miriam focused on her. “You mean, that I’ve given birth to myself?”

“Well, I mean, yeah,” Gabriella said uncertainly.

She nodded. “Technically, I’ve only had two children.”

“Only two?” Serenity said in surprise.

Miriam nodded, focusing on her. “Yes. Actually, their conceptions were even somewhat predictable.”

“What do you mean by that?” I said in surprise.

Her expression became slightly reserved. “Well, since the time I became a succubus, I’ve conceived almost exactly 750 years apart, although I actually lost the fetus very early in my first pregnancy -- not something I want to talk about.”

My eyes widened at that, suddenly doing the mental math, realizing that generalization at least gave me some idea of how old she was. Somewhere over 2,500, at least, considering that the daughter who spawned Rebecca and Gabriella wasn’t alive. Although, of course I knew the surest way was to just ask.

I just wasn’t sure if Miriam wanted to share, since we were talking about a deceased daughter, even if that person died of old age. Not to mention, I suspected that the loss of her first pregnancy probably wasn’t natural, possibly the result of some kind of physical trauma.

“And,” Miriam continued tentatively. “Between each generation usually losing the ability to get pregnant well before they reach two-hundred years old, combined with the fact that each generation typically doesn’t live as long as the previous, I’ve never had the descendants of one of my daughters meet the descendants of another.”

“That’s just so surprising,” Serenity commented. “Only three conceptions.”

“Every 750 years,” Miriam agreed, only for her voice to drop lower. “This might actually be the first time that…” Her voice trailed off.

I cleared my throat, still stuck on my own thoughts. “Umm, so…can I ask how old you are?” I wondered.

She sighed. “I knew that was coming. This year, I turned 3,016 and…” Her voice trailed off. “And, umm, it’s been 749 years since I gave birth to my last daughter. She, umm, sort of surprised me, by having her very last child really late in life, which was Rebecca’s grandmother…and…” She finally just stopped talking.

It took me way too long to register what she was implying.

And then my eyes flew open in alarm.

Everyone else was frozen solid in shock too, almost as if they were just waiting for me to react.

“Wait,” I exclaimed. “You’re going to get pregnant in the next year?”

She grimaced. “I…I know it’s a lot to dump on you out of nowhere. I wasn’t…I wasn’t planning on telling you for a while, and…” She stopped talking and looked straight down, almost appearing ashamed now. “I mean, as a half-incubus, you might have some fertility problems to begin with, so it’s not like it will matter, and…” She again just stopped talking.

Serenity finally nudged me when I didn’t respond.

I cleared my throat, realizing the short succubus wasn’t reacting well to my shock. “Umm…” I tried to gather my thoughts. “Miriam, I…I mean, I don’t mind getting you pregnant.”

She stiffened at that briefly, before glancing up at me through her eyelashes. “Are…are you sure? I mean, you’re only eighteen.”

I sighed. “That’s true, but I’ve also been having unprotected sex with pretty much everyone here. I mean, I know most everyone is on birth control. And it’s true I haven’t really thought about it much, but I’m not a complete idiot. I realize it’s a possibility.”

“Oh,” she said simply. “Okay.”

I sighed again. “Am I really going to have fertility problems?” I wondered.

She took a deep breath, straightening up a little more. “Well, it’s not so much that you have fertility problems, since you definitely have a ton of sperm…” Her voice trailed off when I raised my eyebrows, prompting her to look embarrassed again. “I, umm, sort of took a look at it…under a microscope…” She grimaced. “I was just a little curious,” she added.

I just shook my head, feeling like I shouldn’t have been surprised. Not after we’d had so much sex. And not with her being so ridiculously curious about things.

“And?” I prompted.

“Oh well, I suspect that the sperm from an incubi is just somewhat ‘incompatible’ with human eggs. For me, I feel confident that the reason why I have a kid every 750 years is because that’s how often I ovulate. But for an incubus, they struggle to have kids too. However, with them, usually they end up having more kids overall, largely because it’s just a ‘number’s game’ for men. And they’ve got plenty of sperm meeting up with plenty of eggs.”

“Do you think I’ll get you pregnant?” I wondered. “Is there a chance we could miss out this round?”

Miriam looked shocked at that.

“What?” I said in surprise.

She shook her head. “Nothing. You just sounded a little worried is all.”

I shrugged. “I mean, if next time is 750 years away, then yeah. Because even if I don’t feel ready to have a kid now, I’m sure I might want children in the next twenty years or so.”

“Really?” she said hopefully.

I took a deep breath. “Being completely honest? I still feel a little shocked right now by all this. Because I had no idea. But I want to be the man you need me to be, and I’m doing my best to fill that role.”

Miriam’s expression was a mixture of affection, passion, and an almost tearful joy.

I glanced at everyone else, seeing that everyone was having similar reactions, feeling at least affectionate toward me, if nothing else.

“Umm, so about missing out…” I commented, trying to prompt Miriam to continue.

She took a deep breath and nodded. “I don’t think we’ll miss out. Or at least, I have hope that we won’t. Because when I said I only ovulate about every 750 years, what really happens is that my periods start back up, and seem to continue normally until I get pregnant.”

Serenity spoke up. “How do you know that? Because I’m assuming you didn’t go without sex for several months.”

Miriam smirked at her. “Well, no, of course not. But sex doesn’t always have to involve penetration, and anal sex certainly won’t get you pregnant. Just prior to my second pregnancy, I went roughly a year being very careful to avoid regular penetration, just to see what would happen…and also to make sure I’d made preparations to keep myself and the baby safe…and I had periods monthly for the entire year.” She focused on me with a grimace. “But with my third pregnancy, I was kind of lonely, since I had no family left, so I didn’t want to chance missing out.”

“Oh,” I said in surprise, realizing for the first time what that specific detail actually implied about her life, and how often she’d found herself without family. “And that’s understandable,” I added. “But then, I guess that means we should have at least a year to try, possibly longer, if it doesn’t happen right away.”

She gave me that endearing look again. “If you’re really okay with it, then we could just not stop having sex for however long it takes.”

I tried to swallow, unsure of how serious she was about that, deciding to focus on what she’d said just a moment ago. “Umm, so when you said you had no family left, what did you mean by that?” I wondered.

She grimaced, only to take a deep breath and compose herself. “Well, I usually don’t associate with my descendants past the fifth or sixth generations. Largely because, a long time ago, I did associate with a woman who was a descendant of my first daughter, but…” She sighed heavily. “Well, but she felt no allegiance toward me, and ultimately betrayed me, so I just don’t do that anymore.”

My brow furrowed in concern at that.

Natalie decided to chimed in, her voice husky. “So all your offspring are female then?”

Miriam nodded toward her. “Yes, usually for a good ten or more generations. It’s like that for all succubi.”

I cleared my throat, getting the sexy minx’s attention again. “Umm, just wondering, and you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to. But if that’s true, that you only associate up to a certain generation, then does that mean you’ve actually gone really long periods of time with basically no family?”

Miriam grimaced at that, only to sigh. “Yes.”

I continued. “And you’ve only known Gwen for under a century…”

She took a deep breath. “Yes,” she repeated simply.

“Sorry,” I quickly replied, realizing this truly might be something she didn’t want to talk about in front of everyone. I mean, we were kind of already talking about tough subjects together, but she might not feel comfortable being this vulnerable in front of the others.

However, she just shook her head in response to my apology. “It’s fine, my love. The truth is the truth. Or I guess as they like to say nowadays, ‘it is, what it is.’ I’ve found ways to keep myself away from depression when I basically had no one long-term, and I’ve found great joy in the centuries following the birth of a daughter.”

Natalie chimed in again, seeming somber. “And I’m guessing all the sex was just like putting a bandage on it, huh?”

Miriam took a breath and then rolled her eyes, almost as if she interpreted it as sarcasm. “If you mean that as, ‘it didn’t help much,’ then kind of, yeah. Sex has always been a good distraction, but there’s nothing that can replace a sincere long-term companionship. Addicted humans can’t offer that, and of course their lives are much shorter compared to most demons.” She sighed. “I hate to make this comparison, but in many ways, it’s been like having a bunch of pets over the years.”

Avery, who had been quiet for the most part, spoke up then.

“You mean, like how someone might have a bunch of dogs or cats over their lifetime, since most only live ten to twenty years.”

“Yeah, basically,” Miriam agreed with another heavy sigh. “Except, after three thousand years, it’s kind of like owning pets that only live for two years at a time. I mean, two years is still two years, but you end up interacting with so many of them, that they all start to seem alike, in the sense that a new one reminds you of an old one, and such.” She sat up straighter, seeming more composed despite her words. “And eventually, you’ve suffered so much loss, that it makes it more difficult to feel attached to the new ones.” She frowned. “With people, when those ‘two years’ are actually forty or fifty years of adulthood, it can be really hard to let myself grow attached, like what most consider normal, especially when I know they’re going to die in a few decades, and I will just keep persisting on forever.”

“But you do grow attached, don’t you?” I assumed, knowing she was truly an empathetic individual.

Miriam grimaced. “Unfortunately, far more often, and with far more people, than you can probably even imagine, my love.” She paused. “And in case you were wondering. Yes, I do feel very attached to everyone here, especially you, baby. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I feel like I’d sincerely want to die if something ever happened to you.”

“I know,” I whispered sincerely, being well aware to how she’d reacted when I actually did die right before her eyes. I then sighed, knowing this conversation had gotten really heavy, due to my own probing. Granted, this was all stuff I sincerely wanted to know about her, but it probably wasn’t the best time when I was counting down to a big event on Saturday. “Well…anyway…” I sighed. “As much as I want to keep talking about all this, I guess I should probably get back to practicing.”

Gabriella chimed in. “Was it distracting having me there?” she wondered seriously.

Beginning to stand up from my seat when Miriam nodded at my indirect request to excuse myself, I paused to consider that. “Umm, no, I don’t think so.”

“Actually,” Miriam interjected, directing her words to the busty redhead. “I was intending on trying to teach Serenity this spell too, so might be best if the two of you come with me instead. We will go to the flower garden by the front gate.” She focused on Serenity. “I’m actually very curious to find out if you have any substantial reserve of magic, now that you’re like Kai, and what methods you might use to absorb new magic.”

“O-Oh,” Serenity said in surprise, glancing up at me briefly. “Umm, when you say ‘absorb,’ are you talking about sex?” she asked hesitantly.

Miriam shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, you’re very obviously part inferno imp, so I figured we could start by draining any magic you have, and then seeing if the sunlight helps you recharge.”

“Could that be an option for me too?” I wondered.

Miriam smiled, almost looking mischievous. “The thought has crossed my mind, yes. But I suspect our current methods are much faster at recharging your batteries. And while I’m curious to experiment a little with our dear imp here, I just want you to get in as much practice as possible.”

I nodded, seeing that Serenity’s face was flushing from her use of ‘our dear imp,’ probably because it was kind of playful, endearing, and possessive all at the same time. “Yeah, that’s fine,” I agreed, only to sigh. “I guess I’ll get to it then. Thanks for dinner.”

“You’re very welcome, handsome boy,” Miriam replied warmly. “Be good and stay focused on your task, okay?”

“Yep,” I agreed, beginning to walk toward the rear breakfast room, to head out back, through the conservatory.

“Oh, and baby?” Miriam called after me, causing me to stop for a second to focus back at her. “You can do this, my love. We all believe in you.”

I glanced at everyone else, seeing that Serenity, Gabriella, Avery, Michelle, Rebecca, Natalie, Gwen, and even Rosa were all focused on me too, all with various levels of warmth and longing. Granted, Rosa immediately looked down when I made eye contact, seeming a little shy now, after we’d essentially had sex as monsters.

“Thanks,” I replied sincerely, before focusing ahead and heading out to the lush greenhouse, followed by outside to the north terrace and around the stone wall to the archery range. Having driven by the front gate several times now, I knew that the flower garden Miriam was talking about also had a couple of benches where someone could just sit and relax.

Another slice of paradise, though I knew I needed to make sure I definitely focused on my own training. I’d lost some time dealing with Rosa after she woke up, and now that it was past 6 PM, it was really dawning at me that my first day of training was almost over, and I’d made very little progress. If any at all.

Like shit, I really only had one day left to master this spell, and I just wasn’t getting it.

Maybe I needed to get angry?

Or maybe say it more like a prayer?

Like, shit, Miriam made it look so easy, and yet my magic just didn’t want to do what I was expecting of it. Should I try creating my own spell?

Of course, only problem with that was the fact that Miriam’s spell felt perfect, and I knew she’d finetuned it over years of experimentation. And even when I did briefly consider how I might word my own spell, I couldn’t think of anything better.

Such as, ‘Protect me from evil, protect me from violence,’ or ‘no matter the strength, refuse to break.’ This wasn’t rocket science. That wording felt more than sufficient, especially when ‘strong protection’ was exactly what I was aiming for. No, it was just my magic that was the problem.

It readily wanted to turn into fire.

It didn’t readily want to form a protective barrier around me.

Not that it couldn’t, but it just needed to be taught to do so.

Or I supposed, it was I who had to learn how to do so.

Just like riding a bicycle.

I had to learn how to do it by experiencing it myself.

Blaming my magic was kind of shifting the blame to something that couldn’t defend itself.

At the end of the day, I had just been a little spoiled by not having to struggle with certain types of magic, and now had to put in the hard work and effort to learn something important that didn’t come naturally.

Still, I felt like I was making meager progress, if any at all.

Once I’d gotten to the archery range, and began practicing again, it wasn’t until I started getting really low on magic, to the point that I was probably at ten percent of my main reserve, which was like six or seven percent of my total capacity, that I realized I should probably take a break.

Taking a deep breath, I focused on everyone else, actually a little surprised to discover that both Serenity and Gabriella were focused at the moment, both of them practicing that same spell I’d been working on. Of course, I had no idea what kind of discussions had happened leading up to them practicing, or if anything interesting was discovered about Serenity’s magical reserve, but I certainly wasn’t going to interrupt them.

Alternatively, Gwen was in the kitchen sweeping, and I was surprised to realize I could perceive what Rosa was doing as well, even though I couldn’t hear her thoughts, sensing that she was in the conservatory watering the plants. She seemed especially happy, not currently getting any meaningful exposure to the setting sunlight, especially not when she was on the north side of the house and also shaded by the forest trees surrounding the mansion, but it was the entire hope of the next day that had her so elated.

But then there was Michelle, Avery, and Natalie.

Checking on them next, I was a little shocked to discover that they were actually sort of waiting for me. With Mrs. Rebecca too. In that double-bedroom, which was quickly starting to feel like our sex room, even though it was the room Avery and Natalie had been using as a bedroom when they stayed the night.

But damn, my redhead MILF must have brought her leather ‘fun bag’ with her, because they were all dressed up, ready for action. My two busty MILFs were standing on either side of the bed, while the two younger women were both on the bed on their hands and knees.

Michelle was again dressed in that white vinyl outfit, including a glossy white corset and shiny white thigh-high boots, with Mrs. Rebecca wearing the same thing, just in shiny black, sharply contrasted against her fiery red curls.

And then there was Natalie.

She was wearing an outfit that was basically just a bunch of glossy vinyl straps, doing little to hide anything, but seeming very much in theme with the glossy black collar around her neck…with an attached leash…leading directly to Mrs. Rebecca’s hand.

Similarly, Avery also had a collar and leash, though she was wearing a familiar shiny blue nightgown instead, the same one I’d fucked Michelle in earlier that day…

Her leash was also in Michelle’s hand.

Holy fuck.

Making haste to sneak upstairs, deciding to go through the front entrance to avoid explaining to Rosa what I was planning on doing, I made it to the second floor and knocked on the door to the room, only to open it up when Mrs. Rebecca called for me to come in.

The mature MILF seemed especially amused when she focused on me, while everyone else looked embarrassed, their faces flushed deeply, Avery and Michelle both completely transformed. The room was full of sexual tension.

“Oh, hey baby boy,” Rebecca said warmly. “We were just doing some training while we waited for you to join us. You’d be amazed at what a simple collar and leash can do to turn naughty girls into good obedient girls. Isn’t that right, Michelle?”

“Umm, y-yes,” she stammered, her gray face flushed even darker gray, her freckles barely noticeable.

Rebecca giggled, holding out her free hand to reveal a pair of red dice. “Now, I hope you don’t mind if we play our game again. Except, since you’re on a schedule this time, we’ll just keep it to one pair. Sound fair?”

I gulped. “Umm, yeah, of course,” I agreed, having zero problems with that. Any combination was going to be fine with me.

“Wonderful,” Mrs. Rebecca cooed. “Then catch!”

She tossed me one of the red dice, prompting me to reach out and snag it in midair.

She immediately continued. “Open your hands flat, baby boy. If it’s a one or two, then it’s me and Michelle. If it’s a three or four, it’s Natalie and Michelle. And if it’s five or six, then it’s me and Avery.”

Closing my eyes briefly as I opened my hands flat, not wanting to influence the roll, I popped them back open to see what number popped up.

A five.

“Ooo,” Mrs. Rebecca cooed. “I get to enjoy my baby girl again.” She reached out for Avery’s leash. “Mind if I have that, Michelle dear?”

My blonde MILF swallowed hard as she moved around the end of the bed to hand off the end of the shiny black leash, only to move around Mrs. Rebecca to take Natalie’s leash without getting them intertwined. However, before Michelle could do anything else, Mrs. Rebecca grabbed her bare ass and kissed her on the cheek, speaking seductively.

“I’m going to fuck her so hard, and make her feel so good, just like last time.”

Michelle swallowed hard again, her face flushing even more, only to give Natalie’s leash a little tug.

The blue-haired vixen, wrapped up in shiny black straps, ducked her head as she slipped off the bed, keeping her chin down as my blonde MILF began leading her out of the room. For half a second, I was going to let them go, but Natalie just looked so hot being led around on a leash, that I had to stop them, if only for a few seconds.

“Hold on,” I commented.

Both women immediately stopped, Natalie not looking back at me, but the scent of her arousal rapidly strengthening even more as she focused on my thoughts.

Walking up behind her, I unzipped my pants as I pushed on her back, prompting Michelle to reach out to support her as Natalie bent over some, only to angle my hard cock between her legs and sink right in, the straps not covering her pussy, but instead crossing along the sides.

Natalie moaned loudly into Michelle’s tits, grasping at the top of the glossy white corset as I pulled out a little and shoved back in.

Damn, I wanted to cum in her so bad right now, but I was also really enjoying these games.

The rules actually made it more fun.

Thus, after thrusting one more time, I pulled out and slapped Natalie’s ass.

The blue-haired vixen whimpered as Michelle shushed her gently, running her fingers through her thick hair affectionately, before pulling away and leading her out by the leash again.

When I focused back on Mrs. Rebecca, she was giving me a playful scowl.

“Now, now, naughty boy. I might have to punish you for breaking the rules.”

“Please do,” I said cheerfully, prompting her to giggle.

Her tone was warm. “Go ahead and undress, sweetie. Then go sit at the head of the bed.”

It took me all of five seconds to do so, climbing onto the comfy bed and readjusting the pillows as I had a seat at the top. I then focused on Avery’s tan ass, partially showing from this angle, briefly wondering who looked hotter in that tight silk nightgown, her or Michelle, knowing the more mature blonde filled it out a little more, but also loving the sight of Avery’s leaner body wrapped up in the shiny blue.

When Avery started trembling slightly, not having made a single sound since I entered the room, I began watching Rebecca slowly reduced the slack on the shiny black leash, building the tension, until the mature redhead had it all bunched up in her hand, her grip only about an inch away from Avery’s neck.

She then bent down, ever so slowly, and finally planted a passionate kiss on my blonde classmate’s frosted lips.

Aside from an uncontrolled whimper, Avery was perfectly quiet.

Rebecca then pulled away, speaking softly. “Such a good girl. Do you like being my pet, cutie?”

“Yes,” Avery whispered, her face flushed.

“Did you enjoy barking for my girlfriend?” she asked innocently.

Avery swallowed. “Yes.”

“And do you think my girlfriend likes that you’re my pet?” she wondered.

“Y-Yes,” Avery managed.

“Me too,” Rebecca said warmly, planting another passionate kiss, deepening it with her tongue this time as she tugged downward slightly on the blonde’s collar. She then pulled away again. “Now, I want you to go sit on our man’s big hard cock, okay? Just like we talked about.”

Avery immediately got up more on her knees and then carefully stood up on the bed, with Mrs. Rebecca loosening her hold on the leash, but keeping the end in her hand, even as Avery moved over to me, looking almost embarrassed as she met my gaze, and then promptly turning around as she carefully straddled my legs.

Reaching up for her silk-covered hips, I helped guide her down, unsurprised when she angled her pelvis to get her asshole on my head. However, I was a little surprised to realize she had some lube already down there.

And clearly prepared, she didn’t wait to take it slow.

Immediately putting her weight into it, even as I thrust more upward, she shoved right down, causing my cock to immediately spread her ass and sink right in. Avery moaned loudly this time as she tried to readjust herself, sinking down even further until she was as far as possible, my cock throbbing deep inside her ass.

In the meantime, Mrs. Rebecca took off the skimpy latex thong she’d been wearing and climbed on the bed too, quickly beginning to get in a familiar position, one that was only familiar because it was what I’d done with Serenity and Gwen.

Without hesitation, reaching for the wall behind me to support herself, the mature redhead began grinding her pussy into Avery’s cunt, wasting no time mashing their lips together as they both passionately moaned, the sudden release of all that sexual tension almost palpable in the air.

Oh fuck, there was so much sexual energy.

Way more than I needed to even fill up.

Mrs. Rebecca must have really known what she was doing with all the foreplay, because it was as if she’d been working to build this up for a while and had just been waiting for the right moment to make the dam burst.

Fuck, the dam exploded, and now both of them were fucking like wild animals.

Avery was moaning and whimpering on my cock as she thrust her hips in sync with Mrs. Rebecca, the two of them aggressively grinding their wet pussies together.

It was so fucking hot and so fucking intense.

And all I could think about was how hot it was that I’d fucked Gabriella and Michelle earlier in this same bed, now fucking Rebecca and Avery again, even though the more official ‘groupings’ hadn’t done anything with each other yet.

Gabriella and Avery had barely kissed and touched.

Rebecca and Michelle had similarly barely even done that.

Yet now it was pretty clear Mrs. Rebecca was claiming Avery as her young sex pet when we were in bed, and I had no doubt Gabriella and Michelle were deeply interested in climbing in bed again and exploring that sexual relationship that neither of them had apparently anticipated.

Because this bonding thing had really opened the door to something new and exciting.

And it was all just so fucking hot.

As of right now, the pairings for ‘sex partners’ were not perfectly lining up with the pairings for ‘companionship.’ Mrs. Rebecca was dating Michelle, but fucking the shit out of Avery right now. Gabriella was extremely infatuated with Avery, but she was going to be fucking the shit out of Michelle.

And I was loving it, especially with these four.

Of course, I knew this situation was only temporary, and I was fully planning on having a threesome with my two MILFs eventually, as well as Gabriella, Avery, and maybe even Serenity at the same time too. But for now, I was really enjoying the somewhat bizarre situation we’d stumbled into.

And really enjoying my young classmate and mature MILF grinding within my embrace with such intense unrestrained passion.

Feeling in between them, I cupped both of Avery’s large full tits, still covered in that silk blue nightgown, grabbing at her diamond hard nipples, even as the thrusting from Mrs. Rebecca began to really stimulate my cock inside my blonde classmate’s ass, just from the mature MILF shoving Avery into me.

Between that and all the excess passion, I was able to reach my peak fairly quickly.

And the moment I began pumping my load deep inside Avery, she cried out in orgasmic ecstasy.

“Uhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned loudly, only to be muffled by Mrs. Rebecca’s lips. “Mmmmmmmm!”

However, my redhead MILF was becoming even more aggressive with her grinding, ignoring Avery’s squirming and whimpering from being overly sensitive now, only to finally cry out herself.

“Ohhhh, yessss, baby! Oh, you both make my pussy feel so good,” she groaned, followed by planting a noisy kiss on Avery’s trembling frosted lips again. “Mmmmm,” she continued, her movements much slower as everyone enjoyed the post-orgasmic euphoria. “I wasn’t sure if I was going to get there, but that did it for me.”

“What do you mean?” I wondered with a deep breath.

Mrs. Rebecca sighed heavily as she slipped to our side, clearly wanting to take a brief break, only to lean into me, reaching up for my face to turn my head and kiss me passionately on the lips for a few intense seconds. Finally, she responded with a deep breath. “Usually when I have sex, I just focus on the other person. Or other people. It often takes me a while to get there.” She gave me a warm smile, her face extremely close, smelling strongly of maple syrup, even as Avery still sat impaled on my cock. “That’s what is so amazing about your yummy cum, baby boy. It’s guaranteed to make me climax.”

Avery spoke up in a shaky voice. “A-And, this did it for you?” she repeated, since obviously my cum hadn’t been responsible for the more mature woman’s climax this time.

Mrs. Rebecca reached out to pat her tan thigh. “Yep, all that foreplay beforehand, and then hearing you whimper and him groan when he filled your ass up with his cum, just made me so thrilled, that I was able to get there.” She giggled, focusing on me. “You have to understand it from my point of view. I know I don’t look it, but I’m thirty-six years older than both of you, and I’m getting to play with a hot young couple. I like to pretend like we met in a bar, and the two of you were interested in a threesome, but wanted someone more mature, caring, and experienced. I took you both back home and showed you the time of your lives.”

Of course, similar to what Miriam could do, her words literally made it feel real, as if that’s what really happened. As if Avery and I were newly dating, and looking to experiment, finding a ridiculously hot woman sitting alone in the bar, who was specifically there looking to get picked up for sex. Of course, in reality, Avery and I were technically too young to step into a bar, but many restaurants had bars.

We could have been going out to eat, and caught her eye, from across the room.

She was confident enough to take the initiative and walk over, asking if she could join us.

We socialized over dinner, acting like she was meant to be there all along, and then agreed to go home with her when she propositioned us.

Once at her place, she took Avery to the other room to warm her up and for the two of them to get more comfortable with each other while I waited, and then invited me to play in her bed.

Which was where we’d found ourselves now, having sex with this hot older woman who we randomly met only a few hours ago.

It felt real enough on its own, but sharing this bond with Avery made it even feel more real, as she collaborated the fantasy in our minds. Of course, we both knew the fantasy was just that, but we both felt intensely passionate as we unanimously agreed that this goddess MILF was a random accident that had unexpectedly turned into something more.

Mrs. Rebecca giggled. “Wow, I can really feel your lust. I think you both like my little fantasy, don’t you?”

I could only nod as I leaned in for another kiss, my mature redhead grabbing my face in both hands this time, even as I resumed grasping and squeezing Avery’s full heavy tits.

Honestly, up until now, I hadn’t really been too interested in the fantasies Miriam had created, largely because reality was just so fucking hot all on its own. But now I was starting to realize that creating a temporary fantasy, just to enjoy otherwise unlikely situations, was both a succubus skill, and perk to their very existence, that I hadn’t seriously considered until now.

But damn, I was pretty sure that it was literally impossible for sex to be boring with them.

Even after hundreds of years, they would be able to make it exciting, as if it was sex for the first time.

Because they could make any fantasy feel real.

Mrs. Rebecca finally pulled away after a second, still holding my face in her hands, her emerald eyes passionate. “Aren’t you glad you let me take you home, baby boy? Wasn’t it so much fun watching me seduce your girlfriend?”

All I could do was nod, my cock throbbing in Avery’s ass, as Mrs. Rebecca passionately kissed me again.

Fuck, I was more than full on energy, but no way were we done playing yet.

Not even close.

FEEDBACK: Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter. It was a mix of 'conversations that needed to happen' and some steamy stuff. (Side note: Friday is going to be mostly summarized, just FYI. Saturday is coming soon, probably in the next 2-3 chapters.)

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