Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 125 (Patreon)

June 17, 2023

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- CHAPTER 125 -

I’d just given my blood to both Gwen and Elizabeth, both of them thankfully responding normally to my blood. However, barely a few seconds after Liz passed out, Bethel, the fire spirit living within her, abruptly sat up in bed.

And not calmly.

She visibly looked and felt alarmed.

Alarmed, almost scared, and then suddenly desperate when her orange gaze focused on me.

But it was more than that.

So much more.

All this time, Bethel’s aura had felt ethereal and distant, being much more like a ghost than a person, in the sense that a person was solid and full, whereas something like a ghost was indistinct and empty.

But now…

Now, Bethel’s aura felt like a person!

A person panicking, as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff and about to fall.

She reached out for me without hesitation, and grabbed my shirt desperately as she pulled Liz’s body into my arms, her breathing having escalated, her heart racing, her hands, arms, legs, and entire body beginning to tremble violently.

She finally whimpered then, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks…

And then reached down for my pants, trying to undo them…

I went from alarmed and confused by what I was seeing and feeling, to then super shocked and taken off guard.

“B-Bethel,” I managed in surprise, my arms loosely wrapped around her. “Calm down. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

She didn’t respond, still trying to get at my pants, only to roughly shove her hand in and grab my soft member.

I grabbed her wrist in sincere shock. “Whoa, chill out for a second. What are you doing?”

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t for her to respond so coherently.

More than that, I wasn’t expecting for her to yell at me.

She nearly shrieked at the top of her lungs.

“Don’t tell me to chill out!” she yelled. “I can’t go back! I don’t want to go back!”

I was completely shocked. I tried to calm her down. “Okay, look. Liz is going to be out for at least four hours, so you’ve got at least that long. Can you please calm down and explain what you’re trying to do?”

“Isn’t it obvious?!” she snapped. “I want to be reborn! I want my own body again!”

It felt like someone punched me in the gut.

“Bethel,” I said in disbelief. “What do you mean by having your own body again? I thought you were a fire spirit! Created from magic!”

Apparently, that was a sore spot for her.

Pissed her off.

She shrieked in my face.

“I’m not a FUCKING SPIRIT! I’m a PERSON”

It again felt like someone punched me in the gut, everything I thought I understood about their situation flipped upside down. And I was so shocked that I didn’t react to her pulling out my cock fully and squeezing it, trying to get me hard. Unsuccessfully so, since I wasn’t in the mood at all.

In truth, I didn’t react until she bent down to try to engulf me.

I immediately grabbed her head to stop her.

“Please!” she begged, realizing she wasn’t strong enough to fight against me. “This is my only chance! She’s ovulating right now! I can finally be reborn!”

I was just grasping for anything now. “Liz said she can’t have children,” I managed.

Bethel’s face was still barely a couple of inches from my cock, still trying to fight downward against my hold on her head. I could feel her hot breath on my skin as she scoffed. “Of course she can have children! It’s just that, fucking a normal incubus has a low chance of getting pregnant! I mean, shit! It’s not like she’s never been pregnant before!”

Another sucker punch to the gut.

“Liz…has had kids,” I managed.

“Well, duh! And of course she didn’t tell you, because you asked when she still didn’t trust you! Not even your bastard father knew she has daughters! She would never give them up! She’d lie to her grave to keep them safe!”

I was struggling to breathe.

Because now she was implying that Liz actually had living daughters. People I could actually meet.

I just assumed that I already knew what I needed to know about Liz’s life, but only now did I realize I hadn’t even scratched the surface. And it wasn’t necessarily because Liz was untrustworthy, but instead because a lot of the questions I initially asked her were prior to her shifting her loyalty to me.

But then again, if she hadn’t even told my father about her daughters…

No doubt that was something she might still have lied about, even to me. At least until she felt like she could truly trust me. I understood that, since trust took time, but now that I knew, I was really struggling to wrap my head around everything.

“Bethel,” I finally managed as she continued to struggle. “Please stop. And please explain why you think that would even work. How do you know you’ll even be reborn if I get Liz pregnant?”

She abruptly sat back up, prompting me to finally let go of her head, her eyes glowing bright orange, new tears streaming down her cheeks. “Because you promised! You promised, you promised, you promised!” she unexpectedly sobbed. “Please! I don’t want to go back!”

“I promised?” I said in disbelief. “When?”

“I don’t know when it was!” she yelled. “A long time ago!”

Another sucker punch to the gut.

Had I met Bethel before?

“When you had your own body?” I managed.

She shook her head.

My eyes widened in shock. “Then…I’ve met both of you before. I’ve met Liz before.”

“Yes,” she said firmly. “She doesn’t recognize you, but I recognized your flames. I recognized your blue magic. I remember how it felt the first time I experienced it.” Her face scrunched up in grief, her emotions feeling all over the place. “And you promised!” she sobbed again. “Please! Please give me a new body! I don’t want to go back!”

I didn’t know how to respond.

What she was implying -- what she wanted me to do -- gave me so much hesitation. It was one thing for Liz to give me permission to do whatever when she was passed out, but another thing to intentionally try to get her pregnant without her first agreeing to it. Especially since she no doubt assumed the chances of getting pregnant with me were just as low as a normal incubus.

Something that might not be true at all.

I tried to clarify. “If I have sex with Liz later, and she gets pregnant, will you still be reborn?”

Her glowing orange eyes widened, and then she covered her face with her hands, her entire composure slumping as she started sobbing. “I…I don’t want to go back,” she whimpered. “Please.”

I knew I had my answer.

I scooted a little closer, still on the edge of the bed, one foot on the floor, and pulled her into my arms. She kept her face covered as she cried harder against my chest. I was still partially exposed, but didn’t worry about it in this moment, since she was no longer trying to get me hard.

I wasn’t sure what to say.

She finally whimpered again, seeming to have calmed down some.

“Please. She really does only view me as a fire spirit. She doesn’t believe I’m still alive. Refuses to believe it. And she won’t want to get pregnant. If you try to reason with her, she’ll just get upset at you for even suggesting that I’m still alive. The only reason why she even calls me by my actual name is because I rebelled against her whenever she tried to call me something else.”

I sighed heavily. “Bethel, this is Liz’s body, and what you’re saying literally is all the more reason for her to be involved in this decision.”

Her orange eyes abruptly glared at me, as she yelled in my face. “And what about me?! What about my rights?! What about what I want?! I’m basically a slave! And rather than save me, you want to make sure my warden is okay with it?!”

“Is that really what it’s like?” I asked seriously.

She grimaced at that, and buried her face against my chest. “Please,” she begged again. “Please, I don’t want to go back.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Back to where?” I unexpectedly wondered.

Her entire body tensed at that, beginning to violently tremble, fear and sincere terror starting to pulse in her aura.

“Bethel, go back to where?” I repeated more urgently.

“I…I don’t know how…to explain…” she managed.

Her heart was racing.

“Please try,” I prompted.

She took a shaky breath. “It’s like…it’s like I’m in a cage, hanging over an endless abyss. The only light is far above me, as if I’m already halfway down. I’m naked and cold, and sometimes the shadows reach as far as my cage. Sometimes they wrap around my ankles and wrists, trying to tug me down.” She shivered. “There’s screaming sometimes. Tortured cries of agony, far down below.” Her body tensed, and she sobbed again. “And it’s horrible. It’s terrifying. I don’t want to go back. The thread holding me up above the darkness feels so thin sometimes. When the shadows pull on me, it feels like the thread might snap at any second, and I’ll fall into the endless darkness. That I’ll end up being one of the people screaming in pain, as their bodies are torn apart over and over again. One of the people wishing they could stop existing, but unable to end their suffering.” She sobbed again, whimpering this time. “Please. Please, please, please. I don’t want to go back,” she sobbed.

Hearing that sent a cold chill down my spine…

Because I felt like I could imagine it.

Felt like I’d seen it.

More than an endless abyss, it was more like hanging over a black hole.

It was like hanging directly above the surface of the event horizon of a fucking black hole.

There was a constant, impossibly strong pull downward, and even just sticking a toe beyond the point of no return and there would be no escaping its grasp. There was no stopping your body from getting torn apart endlessly as you fell forever, no hope of escape, no hope of death to end your terrified suffering.

Because you were already dead.

It was unimaginable unending terror and unimaginable unending agony.

It was hell.

Not a place where demons resided, not a place where anything ‘truly living’ could exist.

But instead a prison of pure suffering for the eternal soul, and nothing else.

Bethel was hanging over hell, naked and cold in a threadbare cage made of shadows, a thin strand connecting her to life.

A thin thread connecting her to Liz.

Keeping her from falling in, even though she was already hanging just above the event horizon.

Just above the point of no return.

And I knew I had to do something.

I didn’t know what, but I had to do something.

I squeezed Bethel more tightly as I tried to think about the bonds that I’d formed with everyone else, a little surprised briefly to realize that my alarm had caught everyone’s attention. Again not having noticed that I had an audience until now.

Every single pairing of women was focused on me in concern, no one having anything to say, but all of them as shocked as I was by this development.

I honestly wasn’t sure what had been the catalyst to form most of these bonds.

I knew it happened due to a combination of intimacy and elemental compatibility, but I didn’t know how to create the telepathic bond purposefully. Because the only pairing I’d done it intentionally with, via the end of a spell, one that I’d started a long time ago and left unfinished, was with Miriam and Delilah. For them, it only required for me to finish what I’d started, and for them to respond in acceptance of what I was offering.

But for everyone else, it felt more like a chemical reaction.

Not something I forced into existence, but something that happened on its own with the right ingredients involved.

But then, did Liz and Bethel have the right ingredients to make it work? Would it be possible?

Or…

My eyes widened when I suddenly realized the obvious.

Of course!

Even if I didn’t form this stronger telepathy bond with Bethel, I should still be able to ‘claim her’ once the body she was in had undergone its transformation. Just like with Laura, I could even force it and draw Bethel much closer to ‘life.’ Much further away from the abyss.

I could force it, and tether Bethel to me, as well.

But would that be enough?

It might help, but would that at least be enough in the short term to help her out?

I decided to at least present the option to her. “Okay look, I’ve given both of you my blood, and that should make it possible for me to form a bond with you. I don’t know exactly how it works, but it might help you.”

She focused up at me again, still in my arms, her orange eyes defeated. “How?”

It was strange because, I was looking at Liz’s face, and yet I truly felt like I was speaking with a different person. Perhaps because I could feel Bethel’s aura too, which was completely different than Liz’s aura.

I cleared my throat.

“So, for example, you know Rachel, right?” I paused when she glared at me, as if I was asking a really dumb question, prompting me to continue. “Err, right. So I was able to sort of ‘claim her,’ and form a bond with her. Which means I can sense where she is at right now, and I can even sense her emotions if I concentrate.”

Bethel scoffed. “And how will that help?”

“Being able to do that obviously isn’t normal. It involves me pulling others closer to me, and I think that it would allow me to pull your soul closer to mine. Possibly creating another tether holding you up, and hopefully pulling you much further away from the abyss.”

She grimaced at that, and buried her face against my chest again. Her voice was barely a whisper. “I don’t want to go back.”

“Look, we don’t have a lot of options, and even if I get Liz pregnant, conception probably won’t happen right away. Assuming that even works. I mean, what makes you think that will even work?” I paused to see if she had an answer, only to continue when she didn’t respond. “But Bethel, listen to me. I want to help you, okay? I’ll try to convince Liz you’re a person, no matter what it takes. I’ll try to form a bond with you, and whether it helps or not, I’ll try to figure out a way to pull you away from the abyss.”

Her face scrunched up in sincere grief. “Please,” she begged. “Please, what do I have to do to convince you? I’ll do anything!”

My tone was serious. “Well, for one, if you want this bond to be easy to form, then you need to be willing. You need to want to be claimed by me. To become mine. And when I do form the bond, I’ll try to pull as hard as I can, okay? You…” I hesitated, as I had another idea.

Only to abruptly move to action.

Grabbing her by the shoulders, I pushed her off me and shoved her onto her back, causing her to gasp in shock, only to immediately shift my weight and start climbing aggressively on top of her.

Without hesitation, her orange eyes glowed even brighter and she shoved her hands defensively against my chest.

Trying to stop me.

My tone was firm. “What are you doing?” I asked seriously.

Her face was flushed. “W-What am I doing?!” she exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

“Making a point,” I said seriously.

Her glowing gaze widened at that, and then the tension slowly left her hands on my chest. “W-What point?” she whispered.

“The strongest bond that I have, one that only involves a single person, is the one I have with the vampire girl, Rosa. It’s a bond similar to what an alpha werewolf has with his puppets. And it’s a bond that is formed out of domination and submission. Not just me dominating, but also her submitting completely.”

Of course, I could mention Natalie too, but figured it wasn’t necessary to make my point.

Bethel’s hands were trembling slightly. “S-So, what are you saying?”

“That when I pull on you, to form a bond with you, this resistance you just exhibited is going to make the connection weak.” I scoffed. “And what I’m saying is that, as much as I want to help you, in the end it will be your own resistance that keeps you hanging over that abyss.”

Her glowing orange eyes were wide as she considered that.

Without warning, I abruptly leaned down and pressed my lips onto her neck, immediately causing the same reflexive reaction.

Her hands tensed on my chest, her chin jutted down to protect her throat, and a wave of anxiousness washed over her.

She started gasping for breath, her heart racing, not in arousal, but from the startle.

And from the potential threat I posed.

I didn’t budge, my mouth still on her throat -- it was only my lips, but it also wasn’t as a romantic kiss. At the very least, I could understand why she found it threatening.

But, she slowly forced her body to relax.

Even jutted up her chin a little, to let me have full access to her neck.

Still, her pulse was throbbing in her throat.

“See my point?” I said against her skin.

She started trembling slightly. “W-What…what am I supposed to do?”

“Fully submit to me,” I said seriously against her skin. “My bond with the vampire girl is so strong that I could even take control of her body, if I really wanted to. It’s the bond I have as her alpha. The bond I have as her master. As her Sired Lord.”

Her pulse was still racing. “I…I don’t know how.”

I finally pulled away to focus on her glowing gaze beneath me, my tone still firm. “Which is why we’re going to spend the next few hours practicing. I’m going to try to make you progressively more uncomfortable, and you’re going to learn to let me do it. Because if you really want me to help you, then that’s how it’s going to be from now on. I’m going to claim you, you’re going to submit to me, and you’re going to become mine. Understand?”

She audibly gulped at that, only to nod hesitantly.

Without warning, I grabbed her shoulder, shifting my weight more onto one knee as I also grabbed her hip, and flipped her over underneath me, only to immediately sit on her ass, simultaneously pressing into her back, no doubt making it difficult for her to breathe.

The bedframe creaked loudly in complaint from the abrupt movement.

She gasped for air, her entire body shaking, but didn’t do anything to resist me this time.

Which meant, hopefully this would be easier than I was anticipating.

Problem was, the bond itself, specifically the kind I shared with both Rosa and Natalie, was a fairly intimate thing. With both of them, it had involved sex, and I wasn’t sure if I could form a strong enough bond with Bethel without that kind of physical intimacy as the catalyst.

Thankfully, I knew Liz wouldn’t mind the sex part, even though the idea still made me uncomfortable, but the whole ‘possibly getting her pregnant’ thing was a very different story. Because when Liz first admitted that she’d be fine with me doing ‘whatever’ while she ‘was out of it,’ she had also probably assumed that the chances of her getting pregnant were just as low with me as they would be with any incubus.

Basically nonexistent.

Ultimately, I was glad I had some time to think about it, as I again put Bethel in an uncomfortable position, trying to teach her to let me do whatever I wanted with her, in a physical sense, without her resisting me. However, I knew I was going to have to make a decision soon.

Normal sex was definitely off limits.

Not without confirming that Liz was alright getting pregnant.

Anal sex was technically a possibility that might work.

As was oral sex.

Problem was, even though I knew Liz wanted to be my sex pet, and would be fine with those last two things, I really would prefer she be ‘present’ for it. But then again, maybe that would be possible? After all, ‘claiming someone’ could clearly happen in steps.

There were ‘stages’ to this intimacy.

There had been clear stages to the bond I formed with Natalie and Avery together, which eventually led to a bond between the three of us after we’d been intimate several times. And while I had no doubt our sex triggered the first stage, I also knew that the final catalyst hadn’t been sex, but instead a really intimate kiss, and similarly felt confident it could begin with such nonsexual intimacy too.

At the very least, I’d clearly begun forming a bond with both Rachel and Laura without the sex.

Which meant, maybe I could pull Bethel close enough in the next few hours, so that both women could truly be a part of the experience once Liz woke up. I could form an initial bond with Bethel that was strong enough to keep her soul more fully in this body they shared, and then finish it off by having anal sex with both of them at the same time.

Maybe that could work.

Honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure, but the idea was causing me to actually start getting horny in anticipation, and even though I hadn’t communicated my plan to Bethel, she had become extremely aroused too. Elizabeth’s body had an aroma very similar to Gwen, a sort of sweet burnt smell, like roasted marshmallows, and the air was thick with it now.

Without intending it, our ‘practicing’ had very easily shifted into foreplay.

I was becoming more aggressive.

Bethel was becoming more submissive.

And our fluids had started to get everywhere.

Her faded jean shorts were soaked like she’d wet herself, her inner thighs and the bed both getting wet as I moved her around however I wanted. And I’d never put my own cock fully away, resulting in my clear precum ending up everywhere.

Perhaps it was the occasional graze against my heated member that had her so hot and bothered. Perhaps it was also possible that, despite being in Liz’s body, Bethel had never had her own sexual experience before.

Perhaps she was even a virgin, having only ‘witnessed’ Liz having sex from a distance, but having never been close enough in their bond to enjoy the experience herself.

She certainly felt like a virgin, her reaction to our foreplay a very timid one, much like Rosa had been.

And oddly enough, as our foreplay continued…

I began imagining Bethel with blonde hair, even though the woman I was looking at clearly had extremely dark brown hair. Even began imagining her as being thinner like Rosa, even though the woman I was touching had a mature maternal body.

Had Bethel been a petite blonde?

Or was I just hallucinating.

Either way, there was so much tension in the air that I barely noticed the time passing. Her skin was so flushed, her tits heaving so much, her heated body trembling as she let out cute submissive whimpers, that I didn’t even notice when the sunlight disappeared from outside the window.

Didn’t even notice how dark it had gotten in the room, the light having never been turned on, the only source of illumination coming from down the hallway in the kitchen, where Gwen had flipped on the light prior to me giving her some of my blood. It made the setting much more romantic, and made her glowing orange eyes all the more alluring.

Until finally, I was on top of her again, my cock having found its way between her thighs, the throbbing head pressing firmly against the worn material, as her ass pressed up into me. I had a fistful of her rich brown hair, both holding her face down into the mattress while also keeping it turned, unable to stop myself from leaning down and pressing my lips gently against her heated cheek.

She whimpered again, and I tensed my hips.

I froze solid when I realized my cock was definitely touching skin now. Realized that the already worn material between her legs must have finally split. There had been no sound, not even something my ears picked up on, perhaps because the material was so soaked with her juices, but the sensation was unmistakable.

My cock was pressed against her, in the exact spot between her pussy and asshole.

And I was more than ready.

Bethel was more than ready.

But was Liz ready?

Shifting my weight more onto my elbow, I reached in my pocket to pull out my phone, seeing that it was already almost midnight. I didn’t know exactly what time I injected them with my blood, but knew we arrived at Miriam’s place a little after 7 PM, and were definitely at the cottage before 8 PM. Which meant, it should be anytime now.

A part of me was a bit concerned by the fact that I didn’t sense Liz or Bethel being ‘available’ to claim yet, but I was so consumed with passion at this point that I couldn’t even bring myself to worry about it. Because all that mattered right now was this submissive woman beneath me.

She whimpered again when I leaned down to kiss her, only for her to gasp…

As Liz resurfaced from her slumber.

Gasp…because they were both still fully there.

Both of their auras reacting for different reasons.

Liz was shocked to wake up feeling so horny, while Bethel was shocked to still feel like she was here with us. They both moaned then as their thighs tensed beneath me, only for Liz and Bethel -- only for Lizbeth-- to turn her upper body more, cranking her neck, her lips intercepting mine.

They moaned into my mouth.

And I tensed my hips more, shoving my cock more firmly as I aimed for her ass.

“Oh God,” Lizbeth moaned as just my head sank into her asshole. “Oh God, please,” she begged.

With my fingers still in her hair, I pushed on her head more, forcing her face back down to the bed, forcing her upper body back down flat, and readjusted myself as I sank deeper into her ass.

“Fuuuuuuck!” she moaned loudly. “Oh God, you’re so huge! Please cum in me. Oh God, please cum in my ass!”

I was about to do just that. I was already way past the point of being ready, reaching down with one hand to grab her hip firmly, a lot of my weight supported by my hand on her head, as I began thrusting roughly into her asshole.

The bed wasn’t reacting well, the wooden frame sounding like it was splitting.

But I was too close to care.

She gasped again, and then I blew my load, pumping her ass full of my thick hot cum.

“UHHHHHHH!” she moaned, the sound muffled as I shoved her head more into the mattress. “Uh muh Gud!” she groaned loudly. “Uh muh Guuuuud!”

Her passion skyrocketed, her own climax rapidly approaching, but now that I was thinking clearly again, I was urgently trying to feel for them, so that I could grab them and claim them. Beginning to start panicking a little when I didn’t sense them in the same way, only to finally feel them both as Lizbeth was just about to climax, their souls feeling intermingled like our twin flames had been, blue and orange fire merged together while not actually combining.

I grabbed them both as I began tensing my hips again, my fistful of rich brown hair turning her head as I whispered against her cheek, my voice quiet but demanding.

“You belong to me now. From now on, you’re my bitch.”

Lizbeth climaxed. “UHHHHHHHH! OH FUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

I tugged on their souls as hard as I could, being as forceful as I’d been with Laura, despite how willing they both were…and was shocked…

When I unexpectedly formed an intense bond.

An alpha bond.

A werewolf bond!

Specifically a werewolf bond like I had with Natalie!

My body froze solid as the bed began creaking, the wooden frame splintering, only for both of us to drop a foot to the floor as the planks supporting the mattress finally gave way from our combined weight.

Lizbeth just gasped for breath, moaning again by the abrupt drop, and the effect it caused my cock to have on her asshole. Moaning as she was still lost in her intense passion and pleasure.

“Yes,” she pleaded. “I’m your bitch. I’ll forever be your bitch. Oh God,” she groaned. “Fuck me, use me, enjoy your new sex pet however you want. My heart and body are all yours. I’m your MILF, your bitch, your slut now. Make me your cum dump. Make me your cock sleeve. Use me,” she pleaded. “Fuck my ass, cum down my throat, pound my cunt. I want you so bad, baby. I want you to fuck me so bad!”

And, as if to emphasize her point, she began tensing her hips, clearly not wanting to be done yet. Clearly wanting me to really fuck her in the ass again. Clearly knowing that, as an incubus, I could easily go again without a problem.

But I was still completely shocked by our bond.

All of my women had transformed into a demonic form when they woke up, even Rosa, but much like Natalie…

Liz still looked the same!

I finally managed to speak. “Liz…are you a werewolf?!”

Her entire body tensed at that. Her glowing orange eyes finally popped open in alarm.

And through our bond, I immediately knew the answer.

The reason there hadn’t even been a clue?

Because Liz…had control.

Because she…

Was like that midnight apex.

Similar to how Natalie now looked when transformed…

Liz had always been…

An apex werewolf.

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