Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 119 (Patreon)

March 25, 2023

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- CHAPTER 119: Harem -

I didn’t know what to say, or even think, about this new revelation.

That Michelle was an angel.

Partially because I wasn’t sure that I would have known how to stop my blonde MILF, if she had reacted like Rachel had. It was honestly a bit sobering, just the general realization that everyone I knew might have died, had things turned out differently with her back at the hospital. But also because, it suddenly just made so much sense to me. That all this time, I’d had a gentle, loving, patient angel right by my side. If anything, it was because of her core being Patience that we probably didn’t have to worry about such a thing happening with her.

Michelle would have to be super pissed to wield such power.

To become Wrath itself, as I had once become.

And so long as she was conscious, it would be a power that she should be able to target and control.

Just like I’d been able to wield and control…

My own halo.

My own infallible instrument of destruction.

Unsurprisingly, Michelle had already been paying close attention, and now she was just as speechless, back at the mansion. They all were, especially Miriam, who of course believed in angels, but had never seen or met one.

Granted, neither Rachel nor Michelle were ‘true’ angels.

They had both been born human.

Just like I’d been born human, or at least ‘mostly’ human, three thousand years ago.

It was strange though, because I would have expected for there to be more similarities between them. I would have thought Rachel’s hair might be white like Michelle and Avery, if she were really an angel, but instead it was as black as Serenity’s hair. Really, the only thing they shared in common, aside from the white ring around their pupils, like fully eclipsed suns, was the frosted lips and eyelids.

A feature that Avery also had.

Was my blonde classmate also an angel? And if so, then why did she lack the white ring around her pupil?

Was it because she had yet to manifest her halo?

A weapon manifested from her very soul?

Or was there another reason?

Because if that was the case, then when exactly had Michelle manifested her halo? Perhaps at the hospital, but before my third-eye had been opened by Miriam breaking the seal on me?

And also, what did that say about Gwen?

For the sexy devil maid also had been able to manifest this weapon with a lot of concentration. Only the tip of a piece, but still something that should have been impossible, if she weren’t at least part angel.

Unless there was just something I was missing.

A key piece of information that would allow all this to make sense.

Miriam had her own theories, but I couldn’t focus on them right now, needing to give the woman before me my full attention.

Rachel was completely unaware of our collective reaction, just staring at me as she laid on her back, as if she couldn’t look away.

Her bright green eyes, sharply contrasted against midnight sclera, and further contrasted by the surrounding frosted skin that matched her lips, finally began filling with tears then. And she looked away as she reached up to wipe them, only to focus on her dark gray hands.

“I can really see,” she whispered, more tears falling out of the corners and streaming down the sides of her face to her dark gray ears. She then abruptly covered her eyes again as she sobbed, her voice coming out in a whine. “I can really see.”

Natalie immediately moved closer, stepping next to me and reaching down for her wrist gently. “Here, why don’t you sit up. Would be a shame if you spent the first few minutes blind again, because you’re too busy crying.”

Rachel laughed at that, only to sniffle, as she let Natalie pull on her hand, and help her sit up.

I scooted back a little on the floor to give her more room, but didn’t go far.

Rachel wiped her eyes again, and focused up at Natalie, only for her brow to furrow intensely again, as if she were the one staring up at an angel.

Natalie laughed. “Wow, that look is probably one of the biggest compliments I’ve ever gotten.”

Rachel tried to respond, her brow still furrowed. “I’m…I’m sorry. I just…I’ve never…” She forced herself to look away, only to stare at Serenity in disbelief, her mouth finally opening as if she’d been about to gasp. But then grief crossed her expression. “Well, I’m really glad you can’t be compelled. I can’t even imagine how much yesterday would have been a nightmare for you, if you could.”

Serenity knew what she meant, and tried to keep it lighthearted. “And that’s probably the best compliment I’ve ever received,” she said playfully.

Rachel’s face contorted into a sort of somber smile, as she reached up to wipe her eyes again. “Sorry,” she whispered, finally focusing past me at Joseph and Laura, both of them unconscious. Guilt filled her expression when she noticed the blood on his face, in particular.

Guilt that I could feel, due to this new bond I’d formed with her.

One that was somewhat similar to the bond I shared with Rosa, the same as what I’d shared with Natalie prior to us forming a stronger bond with Avery.

“He will be okay,” I reassured her. “And it’s not your fault. Okay?”

She sighed heavily and closed her eyes.

Only to abruptly speak up. “He and I…” Her voice trailed off as she grimaced, eyes still closed. “We’re not actually…I mean, he’s sort of like…”

“It’s alright,” Serenity said reassuringly. “We know. He kind of told us already. And honestly, it’s not really any of our business.”

Her dark gray face twisted in a grimaced, her vibrant green and black eyes, framed by frosted skin, popping open as she glanced at me very briefly, and then looked up at her. “He’s a friend, and kind of like a brother to me. I met him through Laura, and when I told him I wasn’t interested, he said that was the kind of girl he was looking for, to actually live with him. Explained about his family, and how he was hoping I couldn’t be compelled, because I was only into women.” She grimaced again, turning her head to focus on me now. “I never actually claimed to only be into women, but he assumed I was, since I had no interest in him specifically. And honestly, I initially felt betrayed by Laura at first. She’s fourteen years older than me, and was the first person I really tried dating. And then two weeks into our relationship, she dropped that bomb on me. That she was actually with a guy closer to my age, and wanted me to meet him.” She scoffed at the memory, looking up at Natalie. “She even explained that they weren’t actually ‘together,’ but of course I thought that was a lie.”

Knowing that Rachel was thirty-one years old, I realized that must make Laura forty-five years old, only two years older than Michelle. Which also helped me estimate Jamie’s age, being aware that if Laura was pregnant when she was about eighteen or nineteen years old, then Jamie would currently be in her mid-twenties. Perhaps twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

Old enough that she would have been probably living with them five years ago, when Rachel lost her eyesight.

Natalie spoke up, due to Rachel focusing on her. “That must have been tough, finding out like that, even if he really wasn’t involved with her.”

Rachel sighed, focusing down at the floor as she clasped her hands in her lap. “It was difficult to accept at first, yeah. But he had a lot of girls he was sleeping with more casually, quite a few women he knew through work, and never made me feel pressured to be physical with him. Took about a year to get comfortable with the idea of living with them. And then, about a year after that, the three of us were inviting Sarah and Emily to join our family.” Her vibrant green eyes focused on me. “They were already a couple when Joseph met them, and were specifically looking for a guy to invite into their relationship. And…” Her voice trailed off as she focused down on her knees. “And they’ve all become my close friends in the last ten years or so. Even Laura’s daughter.”

I gave her a small smile, causing her to look at me when she noticed it in the corner of her eye.

My tone was reassuring. “And they’ll continue to be your close friends, likely for a long time.”

She nodded slowly, looking down again, her shoulders slumping a little, as if she were trying to make herself smaller.

Serenity spoke up, stepping a little closer to Natalie. “So, just wondering. But why didn’t you have an interest in him, if you do actually like guys too? Like, he’s objectively handsome, and seems really nice and respectful, so why were you against it?”

Rachel grimaced at that, closing her eyes again. “I…don’t want to talk about it…”

“Something bad happen?” I wondered without thinking.

“Kai,” Serenity said gently, silently chastising me for asking when she said she didn’t want to talk about it.

I sighed. “Sorry,” I quickly added. “Never mind. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“N-Nothing bad,” Rachel stammered, not looking at me. “At least, not when I met him. I just had…reasons. Still do.”

“It’s fine,” I emphasized, knowing she probably felt pressured to share, simply due to this bond, which she could no doubt sense.

She took a deep breath, still not looking at me. “I’ll probably…tell you…some other day…” She hesitated. “If that’s okay.”

“Yep,” I agreed, forcing my tone to be more lighthearted. “Not a problem.”

She finally focused on me again, hesitant, before nodding in acknowledgement as she looked up at Natalie.

Not saying anything.

Just staring, seemingly in awe.

My blue-haired wife finally gave her an awkward smile. “Umm, yes?”

Rachel’s expression was apologetic. “I’m sorry. I’ve just…never seen anyone so beautiful. All three of you are just so pretty, and it feels so calming to hold your gaze.” She grimaced again. “I haven’t seen anyone in five years now, and not having that -- not being able to make eye contact with anyone -- actually kind of sucks. A lot.”

Natalie chuckled. “Well thanks. And that’s cool with me. I don’t mind.”

She simply nodded, holding her gaze for another few minutes in silence, before focusing on Serenity, and then returning her vibrant green and black eyes to me. Her voice was hesitant. “Umm, I don’t…know what to do now.”

“Whatever you want,” I said simply, uncertain of what she was specifically referring to, deciding to ask. “Do you mean ‘right now,’ or just in general?”

“Umm, I guess right now. I mean, is there anything else you want to know? Or is it okay if I look around?” She frowned. “We’ve actually only lived in this house for about four years.”

“Oh wow,” Natalie said in surprise. “So then, you’ve never actually seen it?”

She shook her head, her glossy black hair shifting on her shoulders. “Umm, no. I have an idea of what it looks like in my head, because Laura described everything to me when we first moved in, while I was learning the new layout, but I’ve only known this house by touch alone.”

Serenity smiled. “Well, it is your home, after all. No reason why you can’t do what you want.”

Rachel glanced at me in the corner of her eye, a slight hesitation there, before she nodded at Serenity. “O-Okay.” She slowly started easing up off the couch, focusing on Joseph and then Laura again, across from her over my head.

Natalie and Serenity both moved out of the way, since it was obvious she planned on walking out of the room.

“Umm,” she continued. “I guess I’ll be right back.” She focused down at her clothing, her jean shorts and a pink camisole top both mostly fine, aside from a little bit of blood on the latter. “Might actually change too. I don’t know what I was thinking, dressing so casually for you guys.”

Natalie laughed. “You were dressed comfortably in your own home. There was no reason to get dressed up. Honestly, wouldn’t have been too surprised if you just stayed in your pajamas.”

Rachel grimaced at that. “Well, Laura and I share a room together, and she, umm, kind of has a thing for latex, so my ‘pajamas’ is usually a bodysuit, and that wouldn’t exactly be appropriate for…” Her voice trailed off as she froze at the door, not looking back at us, but visibly stiff as a board, sounding mortified now. “Oh my God, I don’t know why I just told you that. Please…forget I said that…” she managed, hurrying out of the room before any of us could reassure her.

“Not a big deal!” Natalie called after her anyway.

Rachel must have heard it, because she slowed down a ton, her pace suddenly becoming almost a slow shuffle. Either that, or she’d forgotten her embarrassment as she became focused on seeing the interior of the house that she lived in for the first time. I did feel a sense of awe coming from her again.

I could hear her hesitate when she reached the hallway, stopping for a long few seconds, before she turned left and headed into the foyer area. She stopped there again, this time cursing under her breath upon seeing the broken windows, and then proceeded down the hallway to the bedrooms.

Miriam, who was still trying to avoid thinking about the implications of the vivid memory I’d recalled earlier, especially seemed to find the ‘latex pajamas’ situation amusing.

She and Delilah both.

Miriam directed her thoughts toward me when I focused on her.

‘I would have known, of course, if I’d met her in person. But from the impression I got from your mind, I never would have thought she was super kinky.’

Delilah laughed. ‘Honestly, she’s not very kinky on her own. She’s just flexible when it comes to other people’s kinks. Which probably means it’s Laura who is kinky behind closed doors, considering that latex is apparently Rachel’s normal sleepwear. But when I first met her, and thought about all the things I might do to her, I could tell she would be open to almost anything.’

I almost wanted to ask if Delilah actually had seduced Rachel, but then could see in her mind that she hadn’t. And could also see that ‘assessing people’s kinks’ had just been her habit for most of her life now, even if it was someone who she never intended on sleeping with.

Like all my ‘filthy’ half-incubus brothers.

She apparently knew what each of them were into, even though she never would have considered getting sexual with any of them, even prior to meeting me. Something that made sense to me, but also something I didn’t particularly want to think about, with the reminder of my supernatural family making me sick to my stomach, just in general.

Thankfully, Gabriella was quick to change the subject, with all of them being together now in the East Drawing Room, after what happened, including Miriam, Delilah, Gwen, Rebecca, Gabriella, Michelle, Avery, Rosa, and even Elizabeth too, the last of whom had been made aware of the situation just a few minutes ago.

‘So now what?’ my busty redhead fiancé asked seriously in her thoughts. ‘Do you really think it’s safe to stay there? What if someone shows up and sees Rachel transformed?’

Damn, I hadn’t thought of that.

“Actually,” Serenity agreed out loud to me. “Maybe we should go home. And make all of them stay there until they look normal again. Because she’s right. What if someone does show up, and wants to talk to Rachel? Or Joseph? Or just anyone who calls this ‘home,’ just in general? All the people who live here are either gone, unconscious, or otherwise unable to be seen right now. And quite a few windows are broken in the back of the house.”

I sighed. “Okay, but we can’t fit everyone in the car. We’ll have to ask Rachel if we can borrow one of their vehicles.”

“I don’t think she’ll mind,” Natalie chimed in. “If you want, we can grab Joseph and put him in the backseat. And then you can grab Laura, and lay her down in their vehicle. Probably have Rachel lay down with her, just so she’s not seen. Of course, you’ll have to drive.”

I frowned as I considered that, knowing why Natalie was making that suggestion.

Just so Rachel could be semi-alone with me, and get used to being comfortable in my presence. To become confident that I wasn’t going to pressure her to do anything she didn’t want to do. To know that me having this bond with her didn’t mean she had to be one of my women.

Which was true.

As Rebecca pointed out to me nearly a week ago, I was already at the point where I sort of had to decide who was going to be my wife…

And who was just going to essentially be a ‘concubine’ -- someone I shared in intimacy with, and definitely had a relationship with, but who wasn’t my primary focus on a daily basis, simply because I couldn’t divide my attention between so many women.

Which meant, even if Rachel wanted to cross that line with me, she’d probably only ever be a concubine. Something I was sure she wouldn’t mind, since she already had Laura, a brunette MILF who was fourteen years older and surprisingly kinky.

And it would have to be the same for any other women who might want to be a part of my life.

I only had room for concubines now.

Not wives.

Miriam was of the strong opinion that I could, and should, be with as many women as I wanted, and that was something that no one else really had a problem with either, so long as they weren’t being replaced.

Serenity for example.

Deep down, she was still the most important to me, and so long as she felt secure in our relationship, she didn’t mind if I had hundreds of other women, who I was with much more casually. Especially since I truly was part-incubus, and especially now knowing that I’d lived such a lonely existence for such a long time, prior to being reborn.

Rebecca had already volunteered to be more of a concubine in my life, ready to blow my world sexually whenever I wanted it, but allowing me to give most of my attention to Gabriella and the others. Elizabeth would also probably have to be a concubine, assuming we ever crossed that line to begin with, though I was fine with our relationship remaining platonic, if that’s what she wanted.

Just so long as she would otherwise be loyal to me in every way.

In the end, I knew there were five of them who definitely wanted to be wives.

Serenity and Gabriella.

Avery and Natalie.

Miriam.

And then, there were four more who were willing to be whatever I wanted them to be.

Gwen, Michelle, Rosa, and Delilah.

By no means was I rejecting anyone. By no means was I not going to give everyone at least some attention on a regular basis.

Gwen was especially important to me, and by no means was I not going to make love to the sexy maid whenever I could, especially with her being connected to Serenity. If anything, Gwen should definitely count as a wife, but she was fine with being a concubine for now. Although I wasn’t sure if I personally was fine with that, but knew I couldn’t give her the attention she deserved right away.

At least, not until after I graduated and had more time to do what I wanted.

Similarly, by no means was I not also going to give Rosa some attention, as well as Delilah, who would no doubt be involved whenever I fucked Miriam.

But out of those four, I was absolutely going to be taking Michelle as a wife.

Especially with her being bonded with Gabriella, and especially with how much I was turned on by them fucking the shit out of each other, despite Michelle being in a sort of ‘official’ relationship with Rebecca, and Gabriella being interested in dating Avery.

It was something I sincerely wanted.

For Michelle to be romantically involved with Rebecca.

For Gabriella to be romantically involved with Avery.

But for Michelle and Gabriella to be the ones primarily having sex together, whenever they were horny.

To lose themselves in that carnal erotic passion specifically for my sake, because it was so arousing for me.

Granted, I had nonsexual reasons for wanting my blonde MILF as a wife too.

In many ways, her mature affectionate sweetheart personality fulfilled needs in my life, specifically maternal ones, that no one else could fully meet in the same way. Rebecca was the MILF I wanted for the excitement, passion, and fun, whereas Michelle was the MILF I needed for the tenderness and healing it brought my heart and soul.

All of which was fine with them.

That I felt like I needed that.

And all of them likewise fine that I would primarily have six wives.

Serenity, bonded with my concubine Gwen.

Gabriella and Michelle, bonded with each other.

Avery and Natalie, likewise bonded with each other.

And Miriam, bonded with my concubine Delilah.

Even Delilah was fine with that, with her actually liking the idea that she would have to work to get my attention, fully intending on teasing me and otherwise messing with me. To the point that she even got excited by me deciding, right then and there, that I really would attempt to ignore her as much as possible.

At least until I couldn’t anymore.

And then I’d fuck the shit out of her, like she wanted.

But those thoughts were for another time.

Right now, we needed to make more pressing decisions.

Realizing that Gabriella was right, and that it probably would be a good idea to leave for now, just in case, Natalie went to go tell Rachel the news, while Serenity grabbed Laura’s phone to give Jamie a call again. In the meantime, I slung Joseph’s limp form over my shoulder and carried him out of the house to deposit in the backseat of our car. Only to then hold the unconscious Laura in my arms, waiting on Rachel to be ready to lead me to their garage around back so that I could put her in the backseat as well.

After having a moment to herself to change clothes, Rachel definitely seemed more collected.

Her overall demeanor was what I was used to.

Calm and fairly confident when she wasn’t stressed.

Kind of a badass, as Natalie put it.

However…I wasn’t sure what to make of her wardrobe choice.

Already being aware we were leaving now, she came down the hall, still transformed, but wearing shiny black leather pants and a gold sequins shirt, her black hair freshly brushed, looking very much like she was ready for a hot date.

And yet, she seemed so casual when she focused on me holding Laura in my arms, that it made me thankful she couldn’t peek into my mind, her tone concerned when she saw me looking her up and down.

“This alright?” she asked, almost sounding confused. “I just kind of threw something on, when Nat said we had to go.”

Wasn’t sure I believed that, but maybe I was wrong.

“Laura like leather too?” I assumed.

She looked embarrassed at that, averting her green and black gaze. “Umm…s-she does. I, umm, sort of let her treat me like a doll to dress up…and, err…” She looked even more mortified, only for her words to come out in a rush. “I mean, she’s fourteen years older than me, and I don’t really care what I wear, so I’ve always let her dress me up, and…” She stopped talking.

I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by admitting I found that kind of hot, so I kept my comments neutral.

“It’s fine. I was just curious. But we really should get going. I doubt anyone will stop by, but we can’t afford for you to be seen like this.”

“R-Right,” she agreed, focusing up at me, and then straightening up more when she saw that I just looked chill. “Okay, umm, this way.”

Leading me back toward the dining room area, she took a hallway next to what I assumed was probably the kitchen area, and then led me into a covered tunnel that led to a nice garage that was more to the right side of the house, than behind it, though the actual entrance exited to the rear, with people having to drive around to the front.

A garage that was large enough to store six vehicles, four of which were impressive sports cars.

One spot was empty, likely the vehicle the others had taken, while the last one was actually an SUV with heavily tinted rear windows. Plenty of space for both women to fit in the back.

Handing me the keys, or rather a key-fob that allowed the car to start, so long as it was nearby, she opened the backdoor to put one of the middle seats down, waited patiently for me to stick Laura carefully in the backseat, and then climbed in once I was out, sitting directly behind the driver’s seat.

I realized she wouldn’t even really have to hide, since no one looking through the less tinted windshield would be able to see that far back.

Climbing in, Rachel pointed out the garage door opener, I hit the button, started the vehicle, and we were pulling out to drive around the far side, meeting up with Serenity and Natalie to follow them back to my house.

Technically, it would be much safer to go to Miriam’s place, but that was one secret I would probably continue to keep from most people, even allies, unless it became necessary that they be made aware. Partially because I didn’t want to endanger Miriam, if I were ever betrayed by anyone, and also because protecting the dimensional gate beneath her mansion was probably the biggest responsibility I was accepting, by being in a relationship with her.

Even if I trusted Joseph with my life, he didn’t need to know about that.

No one needed to know about it, no matter how much I trusted them.

Glancing at the dash, I saw it was only about 11:30 AM right now, which meant that Rachel only took about three hours in total, between us getting there a little late and talking for a good twenty minutes. I had no idea if I’d accidentally given her more blood than I intended, much like what happened with Michelle, or if there was another reason. Perhaps because Rachel was different than the others, considering she’d been an experiment.

Rachel was silent for the first few minutes down the road, just sitting calmly behind me, and I knew she felt comfortable, because I didn’t sense any kind of awkwardness from her like I’d detected from Joseph. If anything, she seemed almost at peace right now.

Being on the road.

Being alone with me in the SUV.

Finally, she decided to break the silence.

“Hey…”

“What’s up?” I wondered casually.

She sighed. “I just…wanted to apologize for being a bitch when you first met me.”

My eyebrows shot up, keeping my focus on the road. “Honestly, the thought never crossed my mind.”

“Really?” she asked hopefully.

My tone was reassuring. “Yeah. Never once thought you were a bitch. If anything, kind of figured you were fairly nice, despite how frustrating not being able to see probably is. And you blowing up at Serenity a little was completely understandable, since you were actively being harassed and all.”

She sighed heavily. “I’ve…just been kind of bitter for a while now,” she admitted. “And it’s always worse when we have to go to family events.”

“Which is understandable,” I repeated. “So no need to apologize.”

“Okay,” she whispered simply.

I took a deep breath, realizing we probably needed to talk about the elephant in the room.

Because I knew she could feel this connection we now had.

And since I had a few minutes alone with her, I knew I should probably be honest about some other things too. Maybe…

I decided to start with the most obvious first, beginning with a question.

“Are you fine if we talk about what happened?”

She hesitated, audibly swallowing. “Umm…yes.”

“You sure?” I wondered.

Her tone was more confident. “Yes. Please,” she added.

I took another deep breath. “Obviously, I had to stop you.”

She swallowed loudly again. “Yes.”

“When someone becomes like me, and even sometimes when they aren’t,” I added, thinking of Gwen’s situation, since she still hadn’t received my blood. “I can sort of ‘claim’ people. Doesn’t necessarily have to be a romantic thing, but it was something I could sense from you, before you kind of went nuclear on us.”

“I’m…sorry,” she whispered.

“It wasn’t your fault,” I reassured her. “But unfortunately, that willingness to be claimed had disappeared by the time I fully realized what had to be done. So I used a spell to make you submit, and that created a special bond between us. It’s kind of like the alpha bond I have with Natalie, but not as…intimate, so to speak. In many ways, it’s the same as the sired bond I have with the vampire girl.” I paused briefly, listening to her heart race, only to continue when she didn’t say anything. “But I just want you to know that doesn’t mean you have to change or do anything different. You can keep being friends with Joseph, and keep living with him, and you can of course remain girlfriends with Laura, or whatever else you were doing.”

“Okay,” she managed, heart still racing.

“Were you involved with the others?” I unexpectedly blurted out. “Just curious,” I added. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

She took a shaky breath. “Prior to losing my eyesight, I’d slept with Jamie a few times, just me and her. She initially lived with her father on the other side of the country, until she graduated high school, but then wanted to move closer to her mom once she was free to do what she wanted. Obviously, moving in with her mom meant moving in with us. At that point, Sarah and Emily were living with us, and they took an interest in her right away. Basically roped her into a threesome the first night she moved in.” She sighed. “Double-teamed her, seduced her, and all that. The two of them are normally fairly hesitant toward most strangers, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, but they’re kind of vixens when they set their sights on someone.”

“Did they ever do that to you?” I wondered.

Rachel gulped. “Umm…well, yeah. A couple of times. Laura of course didn’t mind, so I let it happen.”

“And with Jamie?”

“S-Same thing,” she stammered. “Laura…didn’t mind…and so we did it a few times.”

My tone was gentle, not wanting her to feel obligated to share, but kind of wanting to understand what her life had been like up until this point. “And what changed?”

She sighed. “I changed, not them. After what happened, I kind of distanced myself from everyone. Including Laura. Ended up in the hospital, of course, after I blinded myself. Ended up specifically on a psych ward, where the doctors and nurses were surprisingly assholes. Completely jaded, I guess, from other difficult patients. Was only there for a week though, and then I was back home.” She took a shaky breath. “Laura didn’t let me ignore her though. She took care of me, babied me, helped me out with all my needs. Fed me, helped me get to the bathroom, and everything else. Took me almost a year to kind of open up to everyone again. Moving to a new house definitely helped.” She sighed. “And it wasn’t like they abandoned me, or anything. I just refused their help. And we’re definitely all okay now, but I’ve just not been able to be intimate with any of them since then.” She took another deep breath. “Only Laura. And only because she makes it easy. Makes everything easy.”

“Can I ask what you mean?” I wondered.

She leaned back more in her seat, seeming more comfortable now. “Umm, well, just with everything. She’s always enjoyed dressing me up, and it was a struggle on my own sometimes, since I wasn’t able to see what matches and what doesn’t, so it was easy for me to just let her take over in that department. To let her dress me however she wanted, in whatever she wanted. And with the intimacy thing, it was the same thing. Not being able to see was never a problem with her, because she pretty much took the initiative on everything. If she wanted to kiss, then she would tell me that she was going to kiss me, and then do it. And if she wanted to do something in bed, she would just inform me of her intentions and do it. All I had to do was just let it happen, so it was never a hassle or otherwise frustrating for me.”

I simply nodded in response, feeling her eyes on me, deciding not to respond verbally.

It definitely made sense though, and I knew from the brief interactions I’d seen between the two of them that Laura clearly loved Rachel. Not as a sex toy, but sincerely cared about her, doing everything in her power to make sure the younger woman was dressed nicely, and to ensure she got to overall enjoy the pleasure of their intimacy, without it being a source of frustration for her.

When I didn’t respond, she continued.

“Anyway, I would say that Laura and I are about what you’d expect from a normal couple who has been together for a long time. My normal sleepwear is, well, latex usually. And other things she likes, but we probably only have sex once a week at most.” She paused. “Well, on average. There have been entire months when we didn’t do anything, and there have been other weeks where we had sex every night.”

I cleared my throat. “Umm, I don’t mind hearing all this, but you really don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to.”

She hesitated, her tone uncertain as she responded. “Well…I kind of do…though. Want to. If that’s okay.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, that’s fine. Just didn’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“Thank you,” she said simply, pausing for a long minute. She then sighed, and continued. “So anyway, even though we live in the same house, I don’t really keep super close track of everyone else’s sex life. I know Sarah and Emily sometimes have sex with Jamie, and other times they instead rope Joseph into their bedroom, but it’s not a super regular thing that they initiate a threesome. Maybe only a few times per year. I also know that Joseph has spent time in bed individually with all of them, one-on-one. But again, it’s not very often. Not even enough to say once a month, especially since he goes on so many dates. And it’s always behind closed doors. As a fourth-incubus, Joseph gets most of his needs met from a few women he’s dating casually on the side. All of whom we’ve never met, but who we’re all familiar with by name.” She paused. “I do actually hang out with him a lot, usually when Sarah, Emily, and Jamie are doing girl stuff together, that I can’t really participate in without being an inconvenience. But our relationship has always been platonic. Just good friends. He respects that I’ve never been interested in him, and has never tried to cross a line I was uncomfortable with. It’s why I feel comfortable hanging onto his arm, and otherwise touching him.”

Nodding in acknowledgment, I sighed heavily.

Because I didn’t want to cross that line with her, by asking the question on my mind, but I realized it needed to be asked. “And how do you think he will feel about this, when he wakes up? That we have a special connection now.”

She didn’t respond.

Not for a long few minutes, to the point that we were almost at my house by the time she spoke up again.

“Umm, I don’t think…he will be jealous…if that’s what you mean.”

I simply nodded.

She continued, hesitantly. “But umm…I mean, are you going to tell him?”

I was surprised by the question, finally glancing back at her briefly, seeing that she was still very much transformed, her green and black eyes visibly tentative. “Well, I just thought you would,” I admitted.

She quickly continued. “It’s not that I want to keep it a secret,” she clarified. “And I’ll definitely tell Laura. But, umm, I also don’t think we need to make a big deal about it by telling him that you’ve essentially claimed…” Her voice cut off, her heart abruptly racing.

I knew what she almost said.

‘Claimed me.’

Or more accurately, ‘made me submit to you.’

And I could kind of see her point.

We could still tell him, but we didn’t have to phrase it like that.

I cleared my throat. “So then, what do you want to tell him?” I wondered.

“Umm, well the truth, I guess. Just that you stopped me from hurting everyone, and that I can kind of sense you now. I guess? I mean, he won’t be able to sense you like this, will he?”

“Shouldn’t be able to.”

She swallowed. “Right, and umm. What about Laura? Will she…be able to sense you…like this?”

I frowned at that, not having really thought about the brunette MILF thus far, knowing what she was really asking was, ‘Will I claim her too?’

“Well, I guess…no. I mean, not unless she wants that.”

“Okay,” she whispered, prompting my eyebrows to raise.

My brow then furrowed. “Do you want that?” I asked seriously.

She hesitated. “I…honestly, I don’t know. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize.”

“What I mean is,” she quickly continued. “I wouldn’t mind that, if that’s what she wants too. I’m just trying to figure out how best to explain it to Joseph, if you also decide to, umm…with her…too.”

I sighed again, deciding to get to the point, since we were almost at my house. “Well, I think it kind of depends on what you want from me.”

“What?” she said in confusion.

“What you want from me,” I repeated. “If you and Laura both decide to be friends with me, like you are with Joseph, then it really doesn’t matter how you word it, since at the end of the day, nothing is changing. But if you and Laura decide that being ‘claimed’ by me really means exactly what it sounds like -- that you’re my women now, then probably best if you tell it to him straight. And make it clear that it’s your decision.”

Rachel was trying to keep her breathing even, her pulse racing. “O-O-Okay,” she managed, trying to steady her heart. “And, umm…” She took another deep breath. “D-Does what we d-decide now, have to be p-permanent?”

I frowned. “You mean, like us just being friends for now, but maybe that changes one day?”

“Y-Yeah,” she squeaked. “O-Obviously, if we decided to, umm…with you, then that would of course be, umm, permanent. I mean, if you want…it to be permanent.”

I shrugged. “Then, that’s fine. Assuming you’re only going to be with Laura between now and then.”

She hesitated at that, sounding confused. “You mean like, not dating anyone else?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Oh.” She took a slow deep breath, calming down some. “Umm, yeah. That won’t be a problem. It was fun the few times I slept with Jamie, especially since it felt so naughty, with me being with Laura. And of course it was fun with Sarah and Emily as well, but that was more just a casual thing anyway. We’re all good friends, and I feel like I’d protect them with my life, but I’ve never felt overly romantic toward them. Only Laura.”

“That’s fine then,” I replied simply. “And if you do decide you just want to be friends, that’s fine too. Okay?”

I could literally feel the remaining tension leaving her body entirely.

Her tone sounded relieved now.

As if that lifted a big weight off her shoulders.

The option to be with me, if she wanted to.

But knowing confidently that she didn’t have to make a decision right now.

With a deep breath, she replied simply, sounding almost happy.

“Okay,” she whispered warmly. “Thank you.”

I smiled. “You’re welcome,” I replied, realizing I felt some relief too. Specifically because she was undecided right now, or at least was more likely to be only friends with me, in the near future.

The reason?

I had some incomplete memories about her existence, as well as uncertain knowledge about her mother, who might also be only a surrogate to her, not at all genetically related, just like she was to me. However, I realized I was now comfortable with waiting to tell her my suspicions, so long as she was comfortable with only being friends for now.

Not because I wanted to keep things from her, but because I didn’t want to give her false hope, when I myself was uncertain of the entire truth.

And also because, as a friend, I felt like that was within my right.

To not share every little detail about my life, or how it might relate to hers.

But as a lover, I felt like she was owed even what little information I had, specifically because she needed to be aware that I had a hand in her very existence, prior to her deciding to truly get romantically involved with me.

But for now, as my friend, I would keep it to myself.

At least until I was confident of the truth.

So that I could tell her the objective facts, as opposed to only suspicions.

Or at least until she changed her mind, and decided to be more than friends.

Whichever came first.

For, without a doubt…

I felt fairly confident…

Both would happen.

I’d learn the full truth eventually…

And she’d definitely want to be more than friends.

Without a doubt.

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