Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 107 (Patreon)

November 20, 2022

WEREWOLF GIRL STORY: I've officially made Wolfgirl's Pet Witch a prequel to Innocent Devil's Harem.

The setting is the 1650's, so there won't be any major overlap, but there is one character from IDH whose origin story is going to be a part of the plot.

The plot also advances a lot faster than IDH. Over a month has already passed in the story after only 8 chapters.

Based on polls, tentative title change will be Innocent Wolfgirl's Pet Witch (for the eventual book version), just so people know there's a connection between the two. It's an 'all female' harem (MC is female, as well as her two lovers). 

NOTE: This is basically the 'regrouping' chapter, and then the next one will have a bunch of major reveals, once everyone really gets the chance to talk.

<< Chapter 106 | 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 107: Aftermath -

Not having a right arm was a bizarre experience, though my concern about it was heavily muted over the dread I had…regarding the damage that had been suffered by the black-haired, blue-eyed succubus, who literally just had her face melted off in the confrontation against my father.

It was a horrid spell.

A horrible thing to witness, and undoubtedly an even more horrible thing to experience.

Her face was back to normal now, thanks to Gwen and Serenity helping me cast a healing spell that probably would have killed me if I finished it myself, but it was the mental trauma of what she just endured that I was concerned about.

Because it was my fault.

Or at least, she might view it that way.

Would she ever forgive me?

Even though I had no other options?

Because my father really hadn’t given me a choice.

Her ‘freedom’ hadn’t been an option.

It was either she die a horrible death, or she be traumatized repeatedly for the rest of her eternal existence, with no hope of it ever ending. And if he had her under his compulsion, then she wouldn’t even be able to take her own life. He could literally make her suffer and hate every second of the beatings and abuse, while also making her unable to do anything at all to escape a literal hell.

And it would be a literal hell.

So, in return, I gave him literal hell.

But now, we were in emergency ‘get the hell out of there’ mode.

There was no body to hide, no abnormal evidence to conceal, with Serenity grabbing all the chunks of the collar and shackles to stuff in her purse, there being exactly seven pieces of each that fit together perfectly, and Elizabeth even checked to discover that security cameras had been turned off too. She did carefully fry the inside of his computer with her flames, upon finding out that he had recorded us in her car, but then we were getting the hell out of there, with Serenity carrying the now unconscious Delilah…

Who was hopefully unconscious due to the injection of my blood, and not something else.

But then we were getting on the elevator, and finally hurrying to Elizabeth’s car in the underground parking garage, planning on getting the hell out of there as soon as possible, since hanging around would only make any suspicion worse. Of course, it was a bad situation to begin with, but the fact that there was no real evidence of his death meant it would hopefully just become an unsolved mystery.

And while my brothers were definitely assholes, they weren’t exactly brave, and likely wouldn’t be vengeful on our father’s behalf. Meaning, even if they truly suspected that I was the cause of our father’s disappearance, it was unlikely they would attempt retaliation.

On the contrary, they’d stay the fuck away, lest they meet the same fate.

Which meant, with my father gone, there wasn’t really anyone we had to worry about answering to. No ‘body’ meant there likely would never be an official case, so it was unlikely that we would even have to deal with the police. Possibly another incubus might take notice, which could definitely be a problem, but I didn’t view that as any more of a threat than the first two immortals had been.

And while my father’s disappearance would undoubtedly put a lot of people in great turmoil due to losing their leader, they should manage to get through it, with Elizabeth fully intending on working to pick up the pieces, in order to avoid suspicion herself.

Essentially, instead of ‘disappearing’ to join my side, like she initially planned, she’d continue to play her role in my father’s empire, having the freedom to do as she pleased afterward, once the initial concern over his disappearance had passed. Something that could take months, but would still allow her to come and go whenever she wanted. Or whenever I needed.

But for now, we were just focused on getting home.

Specifically, getting to Miriam’s mansion, since the redhead succubus had given us the green light to allow Elizabeth to visit, and also since Miriam wanted to see both me and her long-lost friend as soon as possible.

Which left us riding in the car in silence, me in the front seat as before, trying to ignore the phantom sensation that my right arm was still there, as well as trying to ignore…

The desperate craving for blood.

It actually helped that I was resolved to not heal yet, a little surprised that ‘mind over matter’ was actually working for me, reducing my overall sense of losing control, causing me to actually feel fairly mentally stable, but also making my current predicament very painful.

Everything hurt.

My desiccated wings hurt.

My nonexistent right arm hurt.

My entire body hurt, both inside and out.

But I was determined to not heal.

Determined to not feed.

And thus, I was fairly stable.

In pain, but stable.

It wasn’t until we were over thirty minutes down the road, after I’d groaned in frustration for what felt like the thousandth time, when I tried leaning on my right arm, or otherwise reached for something with my missing limb, that Elizabeth finally spoke up hesitantly.

“So…” She paused when I focused on her. “You mentioned that you could give Rachel her eyesight back.”

“What about it?” I wondered, trying to keep my voice from sounding angry.

Because I wasn’t really angry right now.

Irritated at what Delilah suffered, guilty from feeling like it was my fault, afraid that she might never forgive me, and then determined that I wasn’t going to let my body heal until she was awake and okay.

But not angry.

And certainly not angry at Elizabeth, who had made it very clear she was on my side, with not even her having foreseen this kind of thing happening.

Elizabeth hesitated. “Well…your arm…”

“Oh.” I shrugged. “It’ll grow back. It wants to grow back. I can fucking feel it trying.” I sighed, again attempting to keep my tone in check. “I’m just preventing it from doing so.”

“Why?”

I focused on her with a frown, my face fairly close, since I was leaning on my left arm now on the center console. “Do you really want to know?”

“Of course,” she said seriously.

I took a deep breath. “Because when I get hurt…I crave blood like a vampire. And if I let my arm grow back right now, I’d probably blackout and attack the nearest source of blood.”

Her eyebrows shot up at that. “Well, don’t try taking mine. I’ll burn you alive. Like I said, my fire spirit puts survival above all else.”

“Trust me, Lizbeth,” I replied, wanting to make it clear I was talking to both of them -- the person Liz and her fire spirit Bethel. “I don’t want to take your blood. And animal blood works just fine anyway. But that’s why I’m fighting what my body wants. Because I’m not going to let it heal. Probably not for at least half a day.”

“W-Why?” she asked hesitantly.

I grimaced at that, only to glance back at the limp body lying across the seats next to Serenity, Delilah’s expression not at all peaceful, instead looking like someone had just knocked her out cold. But at least her chest was slowly rising and falling. At least her heart was calmly beating.

“That’s why,” I whispered simply, referring to the succubus. “Because she had to suffer,” I added, turning forward again. “So, I will suffer.”

Elizabeth didn’t respond for a long few minutes, only to clear her throat.

“Does it hurt?”

“Like hell.”

She simply nodded once.

And with that, I was left to my own thoughts for a while, trying to process everything that had happened, ending up thinking back to my father’s last words, before he set me off and I fucking murdered him.

At the very least, his own attempt to blame me for what he’d done kind of reassured me some. Because I felt confident that the Delilah I’d interacted with throughout the day was the real her, since my father implied, in passing, that he had never compelled her before, but that the suspicion I created caused him to do it.

Or rather, more than likely it was him actually overhearing my conversations with Elizabeth, whenever we were in her car, that prompted him to take action and break his oath to the short succubus.

But then, upon doing so, he discovered that the blue-eyed succubus planned on running away with me too, really throwing him over the edge.

I could understand why he’d been upset.

Even if he only viewed them as property, instead of people, it still felt like theft to him.

I was still stealing, in his mind, even if they were both willing.

But shit!

We could have fucking made a deal or something, instead of going down this route. Like, he wanted my power, and while I didn’t really want to give it to him, I might have considered doing so in exchange for Delilah and Elizabeth. And in exchange for not having conflict.

Fuck, I even wouldn’t mind Delilah continuing to work for him, whenever needed, if that’s what he wanted. It wouldn’t be any different than Serenity having a job.

But no, he didn’t even consider coming to an arrangement with me.

Didn’t even consider being reasonable, even though he was a businessman and understood the basics of exchanging one thing of value for another thing of value…

Even though I was owed the Law of Deliverance, for saving his life, which I assumed would have involved some kind of reward, he still wouldn’t consider striking a deal.

Probably because, in his mind, everything I owned was already his.

But it was literally his way, or the highway.

Either I give him what he wanted, Delilah’s horrible punishment nonnegotiable, or else I watch her die a horrible excruciating death, with him probably planning on killing me too, the moment he got what he demanded from me.

Too bad for him I wasn’t one to be pushed around.

We might have come to a working arrangement, but his complete lack of respect for his sons meant he wasn’t even remotely willing to consider a deal. Because again, in his perception, what was mine was already supposed to be his, with the previous comments he made in his letter clearly being out of a ‘lack of interest’ in wasting time on lording over me, rather than any kind of generosity on his part. It was more about him viewing it as a pointless endeavor to steal my women, when he had plenty of other things he wanted to attend to, including his various business pursuits and his own female pets. And thus, he left me with absolutely no choices. There was no option to do anything other than what I did.

I mean fuck, had I not killed him just now, there was no way he wouldn’t try to kill all my women eventually, even if I gave him what he wanted. If anything, he’d use his newfound power to take everything away from me, even if he couldn’t easily take my own life.

So, there’d been no choice.

And yet…

I kind of wanted to cry.

No way in hell was I going to, not for him…

But I kind of felt somber about my actions.

I was in pain, felt guilty, and also really somber.

Even if he truly was an evil bastard after all, he was still my biological father, and even though I’d never met him prior to today, the very fact that I’d technically lost another parent was really hitting me hard, making me feel truly miserable.

I felt miserable.

My arm was missing, my entire body was in excruciating pain, and I felt an even deeper loss heavy on my heart, crushing on my soul, as I realize that both my adoptive mom and dad, as well as now my biological father, were all dead. All of them gone, making me feel alone.

Except…I wasn’t truly alone.

Everyone was focused on me now, everyone giving me comfort and love through our bonds, including Serenity and Gwen, Natalie and Avery, Gabriella and Michelle, and I could even feel Miriam’s heart aching for me through my unique bond with her.

Which really made me want to cry.

But instead I just sat in silence, leaning on my left arm on the center console just to feel it was there, almost finding a sort of stable equilibrium between hot and cold, between night and day, between pain, guilt, and despair.

It was agony and it was grief…

But it was also stable.

And for now, it was enough.

For now, it was what I needed. To just remain ‘as is,’ and not fall in any particular direction.

I couldn’t afford to cry.

I couldn’t afford to feel sorry for myself.

I couldn’t afford to find relief from the pain.

I couldn’t afford to give into my craving for blood.

And so, I wouldn’t.

I just wouldn’t.

All of which also made the time tick by very quickly, as I sat in complete silence, feeling extremely tormented and numb at the same time. A seeming contradiction, that became my entire existence for those nearly four hours back home.

Miriam’s mansion was north of where Serenity and I lived, and since we’d traveled in a mostly eastern direction to get to the funeral, it was surprisingly about the same amount of time to go to either location. Which meant, by the time we were pulling down Miriam’s road leading through the forest to her mansion, it was still early evening, with the sun still up.

I glanced at the dash time to see that it was 7:06 PM, watching as it turned to 7:07 PM the moment I looked.

The funeral had been held at about 12:30 PM, and the banquet had started at about 2:00 PM, with us arriving about five or ten minutes late. But it had been a short meal when I realized the meat was poisoned, technically confirmed to be ‘cursed.’ We did still end up eating, only just the immediate family, but by 3:00 PM I was waiting on an expected meeting with my father, and by 3:30 PM, I was in his office, appalled by what he’d both done, and planned on doing, to Delilah.

The girl who I’d never met before today, but who I felt like I’d known all my life.

It was just now three and a half hours later, partially because we got out of there so quickly, and also because Elizabeth had been speeding most of the way home.

But now, as I felt Miriam’s barriers when we entered her domain, I finally felt some tension release from my body, realizing we were finally home.

My home.

Where all my family waited.

And where I belonged.

Still, there was one little problem.

I had another reason to be afraid…

Because…I’d killed again…

And I couldn’t handle seeing Miriam’s expression right now, when she looked upon me and saw death. Which meant, I just needed to be alone for a while. To suffer alone.

Serenity begrudgingly gave me what I wanted.

Most everyone wanted to come outside when we pulled up, but I couldn’t look at any of them right now, and so they held back for me. Only Gwen walked down the steps to greet us, alarming Elizabeth briefly as she laid eyes on what she considered to be a true Ifrit -- an inferno imp, a race of demon believed to be extinct for roughly two-thousand years now.

But Elizabeth recovered quickly, ready to do as she was asked.

The devil maid promptly helped ease Delilah’s unconscious body out of the car, and carried her inside practically like a baby, with Serenity leading Elizabeth into the mansion to meet everyone. And silently letting me know that she was here for me when I wanted her.

In the meantime, I got my door open with my left hand, frustrated again when I first tried to do it with my nonexistent right, only to climb into the backseat where Delilah had been. Almost finding some relief to be so close to where her scent still clung, as I laid down to stare blankly up at the car interior, my knees bent and spread, simply waiting in silence.

Trying not to think about later.

Trying not to think about what it would mean if Miriam sensed death on me, and especially if it didn’t go away this time. Because I couldn’t afford those thoughts or fears. All I could afford to do was wait.

In agony and pain and suffering, I would wait.

Unfortunately, I was only given about ten minutes alone…

I knew who was tentatively walking down the steps long before she opened the car door, long before she slowly eased herself inside and began climbing carefully between my legs on top of me. And I felt even more relief when the scent giving me some comfort more than doubled, taking a long deep breath as the short redhead settled her warm body on top of mine.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, definitely feeling like I was about to cry now, my vision growing blurry.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” she replied sincerely, only for her tone to become more playful and a bit chastising. “Except, maybe next time, just stick with ‘incinerate,’ instead of all that extra nonsense. No one thinks you’re cool for showing off how much of a badass you are, and almost killing yourself in the process.”

I sniffled and laughed at that, still staring at the interior ceiling. “Umm, yeah. Sorry,” I repeated.

She nuzzled into my chest, inhaling a deep breath as she got more comfortable.

I couldn’t help it.

I had to ask.

“Do you…” My voice caught in my throat.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

“Sense death?” she wondered casually.

I sniffled. “Umm, yeah.”

“I felt a little, when you arrived. But from the moment I came to show you a little love and affection, it began washing away. And now…” She paused for a second, only to lean up a little and gently nuzzle her face against my neck, planting a tender kiss, before pulling away and returning her head to my chest. “Now, it’s completely gone. Your soul as pure as ever.”

“Promise?” I whispered.

“My love, I would never lie to you. Something about our bond is special. Something about your need for me, and my need for you, is special. Death…or perhaps evil…cannot cling to you, so long as we are together. And never again will I hesitate. Never again will I allow you to feel abandoned. I only waited because everyone insisted it was what you wanted. But then, I decided I didn’t care what you wanted. Because I was going to give you what I knew you needed.”

I tried to swallow, my throat feeling tight. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my love. So very welcome.”

I didn’t respond, and we fell silent for a handful of minutes, with me just absorbing all the relief from having her touching me, even though I otherwise was in a lot of pain.

Fuck, everything hurt.

Miriam spoke up again. “So, if I may ask, can you tell me about what happened? Of course, the others have shared, but I want to hear it from you. I want to know what you were thinking and feeling.”

I sucked in a ragged breath. “Umm, what do you want to know?”

“I guess, first of all, why?”

My brow furrowed. “They didn’t tell you?”

“I want to hear it from you, my love.”

I sighed, finally reaching up to slowly rest my left hand on the small of her back, realizing she was wearing something that at least left that exposed, her skin soft and warm against my touch. “Umm, well I didn’t have a choice. He basically said he was either going to kill Delilah-Abigail-Jericho, whatever you want to call her. Or else he was going to let her live, but use as a fuck-toy for all his sons, who I know for a fact she thinks are filthy, disgusting, and vile. There was no third option, except to try to save her and kill him. No other possible outcomes, except the one.”

“You don’t think you could have reasoned with him?”

I sighed. “I don’t think I had the luxury of trying.” I took a deep breath. “And besides, anger is power for me, and the moment he pushed me over the edge, there was no going back anyway.”

“Because you couldn’t stop yourself?”

“No, I could have stopped myself, but I felt like there was only one path. Only one choice, and no time to waste. Fuck, her face was completely gone within a matter of seconds. It was horrible.”

She nodded against my chest. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “And thank you.”

“For what?” I wondered in confusion.

“For saving her. And for healing her. It shows how much you care.” Her tone became a little more flat. “Although, in the future, if Gwen tells you to stop, you can assume it’s me who is telling you to stop, and I would appreciate it if you would listen.”

“Yes ma’am,” I replied, a hint of playfulness in my tone.

She scoffed, only to sigh.

We were both quiet for another few minutes, before she cleared her throat.

“I have a bottle of my blood for you, if you would like it.”

I tensed at that. “Don’t you have bags of blood for Rosa too?”

“I do,” she admitted. “Would you prefer that?”

Fuck, she didn’t know.

But of course, she didn’t know. Because I’d never told her.

“Miriam…I can never taste your blood.”

“Why?” she asked seriously.

I grimaced. “Because, if I lose enough blood, I can blackout and attack without realizing it. And Miriam, your blood smells just as amazing as you do. I’m terrified that drinking it will condition my body to want it, which would be very bad if I ever lost consciousness uncontrollably after getting hurt.”

“Oh,” she said in surprise. “Well, we can probably fix that.”

“How?” I replied in shock.

“Perk of us sharing in ownership of my domain. It might take a bit of time to figure out a spell that will force you to identify me as an ally, even if you’re using only your ‘lizard brain,’ but I’m sure it can be done.”

I smirked at her use of ‘lizard brain,’ realizing that might not even be necessary if I gave her some of my blood to make her like me. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” she said warmly.

“Although, I’m going to try to wait until Delilah wakes up.”

“For?” she prompted.

I sighed. “For blood. She might need some too when she wakes up, and I can always try catching a deer or something.”

Miriam sighed heavily at that, not responding, instead gently beginning to rub her hand back and forth on my chest, deciding to ease her fingers through one of the tears in my expensive suit so she could rub my skin directly.

I took a deep breath when I finally heard another set of feet coming down the concrete steps, knowing from the scent who it was, the gentle sloshing of water accompanying her. One quick check of her mind, and I immediately understood her intentions.

I glanced upward briefly when the door above my head opened up, focusing on Gabriella’s emerald eyes as she looked down at me affectionately, a hint of concern in her expression. She then carefully handed a metal bowl of water to Miriam, who promptly sat up on my waist to accept it, while Gabriella began easing her way into the car carefully, wearing tight jeans and a nice green shirt.

Under normal circumstances, the position she was aiming for probably wouldn’t be feasible, but me not having a right arm meant she had plenty of room to place her right leg as she carefully got her tight ass on the seat above my head, spreading her legs and very gently getting her groin right onto the top of my head, her thighs on either side of my face.

The heat from her hidden snatch sent waves of intense warmth right through my entire body and into my core, making even more relief wash over me, my eyes closing shut as I listened to Miriam carefully hand the metal bowl of water back over to my busty fiancé.

The short succubus then slowly laid her head back down on my chest as Gabriella squeezed a rag and carefully brought it down to my face, very gently beginning to wipe the dried blood off, that had come from my eyes. Blood that my body hadn’t even tried to reabsorb, due to my own intentions to avoid starting the healing process in this horrible state.

Neither of them said anything as she worked, waves of affection and tenderness coming from both of them as one washed my skin while the other cleansed my soul.

Truly, I felt blessed.

More blessed than I felt like I deserved right now.

It wasn’t until Gabriella spoke up that I finally opened my eyes.

“That girl, Delilah,” she began slowly. “Serenity injected your blood about four hours ago, right?”

“Umm, yeah,” I agreed. “I think at about 3:30 PM. Not sure what time it is now.”

“Just after 7:45 PM,” she replied. “And remember that’s about how long it took for Avery to wake up.” She paused. “Well, and for her mom, it was only about two hours, possibly because you gave her double the dose. Serenity said she gave the girl a decent amount of blood, although she wasn’t sure if she got it directly in her vein.”

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I nodded, of course knowing what that all meant.

“Umm, Miriam…I guess do you want to be there when she wakes up?” I wondered.

She sounded surprised. “Don’t you?”

I grimaced at that. “She might not want to see me,” I admitted.

She sighed heavily. “Baby…I’ve been through a lot of horrible things. The kind of things that you almost killed yourself trying to protect my friend from.” She paused when I tensed at that, her tone becoming more gentle. “And, with how her wings and tail look, I wouldn’t be surprised if this actually isn’t the most traumatizing thing she’s endured, even if it is still very horrible all the same. So, I think you should be there.”

I took a deep breath, considering it briefly, before nodding hesitantly. “Okay…and I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“For what?”

“For not…being there to protect you.”

She immediately leaned forward and buried her face against my neck again, Gabriella’s thighs still on either side of my face, kissing me tenderly on the throat, before pulling away. “You have nothing to be sorry for, my love. Now, let’s go sit with my friend and wait for her to wake up.”

When I nodded, Gabriella handed off the bowl of water again, the clear liquid no doubt slightly tinged red now, and carefully climbed out of the vehicle. She then accepted the metal container, and waited while Miriam sat on my lap, reaching down to help me sit up, and then climbed out so I could follow after her.

Miriam grimaced when she went to grab my right hand, only to try to lighten the mood by dancing in front of me to my other side, and clasping my left hand firmly in both of hers, walking with me inside. I only now noticed what she was wearing, being dressed in a leather top that showed off all her belly and back, coupled with tiny leather shorts that left her tan legs completely exposed.

Gwen was already waiting to open the doorway, with Elizabeth waiting in the grand foyer, looking like she was trying to be as respectful as possible, clearly not wanting to overstay her welcome prematurely by assuming she was free to go where she wanted.

In the meantime, everyone else was in the East Drawing room, where Gwen had initially taken Delilah to lie her down on one of the white leather couches.

Miriam, Gabriella, Gwen, and even Elizabeth all followed me down the hall as we went to regroup with everyone.

I barely stepped into the brightly lit room, before I had one woman after another greeting me with a warm hug, all of them wanting to ensure I knew they were happy I was home, before returning to where they’d been sitting or standing before I entered the room.

Not wanting to waste energy standing right now, I walked over to where Delilah lay on her back on a white leather couch, and then sat down in front of her on the floor, my face almost level with hers, while Miriam knelt down on her knees and sat on her heels next to me, to patiently wait.

Delilah looked as beautiful as ever, her glossy black hair framing her attractive youthful face, her gorgeous pale skin flawless, her black eyebrows perfectly thin while her eyelashes were extremely thick, her lips full and pink, her nose small and adorable.

Couldn’t even tell that she’d been tortured so heinously barely four hours ago.

And then there was the rest of her, her short thin body perfectly adorned in that loose sheer black shirt, coupled with those tight low-riding leather pants, that hugged her short juicy legs like a glove.

Up until now, I had not actually seen her maimed appendages, but it was now clear that her illusion spell was disabled, considering one of her maimed wings was sticking straight up from her shoulder, looking like a black nub, while the other wing was folded on the other side, looking visibly broken in spots.

And then there was her tail.

Her black leather pants were already low-riding, but only now did I see her very short tail sticking out just barely to the side from her lower back, appearing to originate from just between the beginning of her crack.

The shiny midnight appendage was barely four or five inches long, at most, looking almost torn off on the end, instead of cut, compared to Miriam’s three-foot-long tail.

Thus far, there had been no physical change from her receiving my blood, but I also suspected her maimed limbs wouldn’t heal without her at least drinking some blood. Or at least, I hoped her body would eventually heal itself…

Technically, I didn’t know for sure…since no one had been afflicted with maiming injuries or scarring before receiving my blood.

But…for some reason I felt confident she would recover from anything.

Given that no one had seen the black-haired succubus budge even an inch this whole time, I expected that we might be waiting a little while.

Unfortunately, she woke up much sooner than I was even anticipating, going from unconscious to panicking in a split second.

Just like that, her blue eyes flew open, her hand shot out straight upward in the universal stop gesture while her other hand simultaneously flew to her neck, a very raw and intense desperation on her face as she visibly pleaded nonverbally, ‘Please stop!’

And then her eyes finally widened at the high unfamiliar ceiling, only to look urgently to her side, focusing on my face first, seeing my pained grimace as she reached up with both hands to feel her own face, almost looking like she wasn’t sure if this was real or not.

But then her eyes slowly shifted even more to the side, finally focusing on the redheaded succubus sitting on her heels next to me on my left.

Instantly, intense emotion crossed her expression and she began to fall apart, just like that.

“M-Miriam?” she whimpered, only to halfway roll off the couch and abruptly throw herself on the redhead, wrapping her thin arms tightly around her neck as she started sobbing. “M-Miriam!” she cried out. “Oh my God, you’re really alive! Oh my God!” she sobbed. “Am I dead? Is this heaven?” she then whimpered. “I died, didn’t I? We all must have…” Her crying then became incoherent.

“Shhh,” Miriam said gently, her aura taking on that familiar maternal tenderness. “It’s alright Abigail. You’re alright. This isn’t heaven. You’re okay.”

“B-But how,” she whimpered.

“He saved you,” Miriam replied gently, squeezing her tighter. “He killed that man and saved you.”

“B-But my face,” she pressed, as if she didn’t really believe her.

Her tone became even more reassuring. “I developed a really powerful healing spell, based on the valley of dry bones from Ezekiel 37. One that is even more powerful when my love uses it.”

Delilah finally turned her head toward me, still hugging Miriam tightly, her blue eyes so full of tears that I was sure she couldn’t even see me. But then she reached out and grasped a fistful of my torn suit.

“Please hold me,” she begged.

I was shocked.

“Y-You aren’t mad at me?” I asked in concern.

She sobbed again, tightening her grip on my clothing. “You should be mad at me! I betrayed you! I told him everything! I didn’t want to, but I…” She choked on her own sob, and wasn’t able to finish.

Slowly spreading my legs carefully, I scooted closer and leaned forward to wrap my left arm around them both, the two being so thin that even together I could reach over halfway, using my head to fill in the void caused by my missing right arm.

Delilah cried and sniffled, until finally she whimpered. “Are you mad at me?” she whined.

“Not at all,” I said sincerely. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“But you aren’t holding me,” she countered, as if that was indicative.

“I’m sorry. I’m unable to.”

She finally pulled away then, and released her grip on my shirt to grasp at my right arm, only to realize there was nothing there.

Her eyes widened in horror.

“Oh no,” she exclaimed, focusing on me in shock, as if it was her fault. “Oh no, oh no, oh no! I’m so sorry! Oh my God, I am so sorry! It’s all my fault!”

“Abigail,” Miriam said gently, before I could respond. “It’s not your fault. He used a spell that was too powerful for him, and it hurt him. But his arm will grow back,” she said reassuringly.

“H-How?” she said in alarm.

I cleared my throat, prompting her to focus on me, her cheeks wet with tears. “Actually, it’s possible that you might grow back your wings and tail too.”

“What?” she exclaimed in disbelief. “Boy, please don’t lie to me like that. Please, I can’t handle your teasing right now!”

I scoffed, her personality almost instantly lightening my mood. “Girl, when have I ever teased you?”

Her expression was hopeful. “You really mean it?”

I grimace then, growing serious again. “I guess it depends on whether or not you’re craving blood right now,” I admitted.

She almost convulsively swallowed, her hand going up to her delicate throat. “Is…Is that why I’m so thirsty?”

“It’s only if you’re hurt,” I clarified, glancing up when Gwen began walking over with a bag of blood that had been originally stored for Rosa, prior to her beginning to eat normal food.

Delilah’s blue eyes followed my gaze, only for her to sit back even more as her eyes widened, slowly reaching out for the blood bag even before Gwen was officially handing it to her, waiting patiently as the devil maid placed it gently in her hands.

Delilah then pulled it in between her and Miriam, just staring at it for a long few seconds. “I’m so disturbed that I want this right now,” she whispered. “Is this really okay?”

“It’s only if you’re hurt,” I emphasized, prompting her to focus on me again.

She then focused down at my absent arm.

Immediately, without hesitation, she handed it to me. “Oh no, I’m so sorry. You need this more than I do.”

I couldn’t help but smile, shaking my head. “No, it’s okay. There’s more. You first.”

She grimaced. “No!” she complained. “Boy, just listen to me and take it! I could never forgive myself if I went before you!”

Miriam spoke up to help me out. “Abigail, or I guess Delilah, just drink it. He’s not going to change his mind. He won’t drink any until you’ve recovered fully.”

The blue-eyed succubus looked shocked at that, only to grimace as she focused on the blood bag, sounding ashamed.

“O-kay,” she whined. “I’ll do it. Just please don’t be mad at me for going first.”

“Never,” I said sincerely, watching as she undid the clamp keeping the short tube sealed, before carefully holding it up to her full pink lips. Only for her to moan like she was having an orgasm as she took her first sip.

Ugh, freaking succubi!

I was in so much pain right now, and I was starting to get an erection just watching and listening to her slurp on that tubing like it was making her cum hard.

Gwen walked over then, having two more blood bags in hand, holding one out to me.

I grimaced at that, before deciding it was time.

But not without precautions.

“Natalie, Rosa,” I said simply, both knowing exactly what I wanted even without words, with me only saying their names so Miriam wasn’t startled. Without hesitation, they both walked over to me and knelt down, with Natalie straight-up wrapping her arms around my torso in a tight bear hug, her size increasing slightly as if she was putting on some muscle, while Rosa accepted the blood bag from Gwen, the devil maid likewise staying right there this time as a precaution, with the red-eyed blonde unclamping the tubing so that I could drink the crimson fluid.

Delilah was so absorbed in her own blood bag that she didn’t even seem to notice.

Probably a good thing.

As Rosa held up the tubing to my mouth, I closed my eyes, resting my left hand in my lap and carefully focusing on controlling myself as I took my first sip.

Fuck, the relief that washed down my throat was intense.

The blood wouldn’t flow fast enough.

But I remained in control, and before long I was working on my second bag, Natalie having loosened her grip on me some, but still holding on to me like a normal tight hug. And Gwen finally walked away to grab more blood bags, coming back with three more.

Giving me two, while offering Delilah one.

Peeking at the little devil, I saw her only watching me curiously now as she slurped on her second bag like it was a Slurpee, likely interested in how Natalie and Rosa were acting, but not saying anything. Only watching.

My arm had already begun regenerating by that point, the sensation extremely bizarre, but it was mostly hidden by my shredded suit sleeve, with me finally tensing my right gray hand as it rapidly began increasing in size, even as my wings finally reabsorbed into my body between me and Natalie. Unfortunately, I was still low on mass though, having no doubt I might have to eat a bunch of food to be back at a hundred percent.

But for now, I was mostly whole, my physical right arm filling in that phantom sensation that had continued to linger, to the point that it now both looked and felt like I’d never even lost the arm in the first place, all the remaining pain in my body slowly vanishing.

As Rosa held the third blood bag up to my lips, patiently feeding me, I reached out to her with my right hand, cupping her small breasts just to enjoy the sensation of having the ability to feel again, causing her to yelp briefly, her pale face flushing, even as she remained where she was, allowing me to feel her up while she served me.

Touching Rosa like this was intensely relieving.

But then my attention was interrupted when Delilah finally started groaning, seemingly in discomfort, as her maimed tail and wings visibly began to pop and shift, starting to heal themselves. In particular, the soft crunching of her previously broken wing sounded sincerely painful, but she kept the adorable squeals and whimpers under control, until she was finally fanning her midnight wings out fully, looking visibly shocked that this was real.

“It’s a miracle,” she whispered.

“Truly,” Miriam agreed. “Our man is indeed a miracle.”

Delilah focused on her in surprise, only for her expression to turn endearing and affectionate. “We can share a man,” she nearly whimpered.

“We can,” Miriam replied warmly. “And we will, Abigail. We most definitely will. From now, until forever.”

“It’s too good to be true,” Delilah sniffled.

“But it is true,” she countered. “So, welcome home, my beloved friend. I’ve missed you so much.”

The blue-eyed succubus immediately threw herself on the short redhead, causing them both to fall over, a pile of thin arms, black wings, intertwining black tails, and short legs, their affectionate charm mutually turning a bit erotic…

And that’s when I realized…

That two adorable succubi…

Was most definitely going to be more than double the trouble.

Much more, without a doubt.

And I was absolutely in trouble, in the most amazing way possible.

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