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INNOCENT DEVIL’S HAREM CH. 10 — He discovers his Busty Girlfriend may have her own Secret.

(Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)

Submitted to Sexstories: May 5, 2022

Tags: harem, supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde, mystery


Hi there!

Thanks for checking out this story! This series is written like a novel, so be sure to start at Chapter 1 if you want to avoid any confusion.

Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!


– CHAPTER 10: Disclosure –

“What was that about?” Gabriella finally asked, once we’d driven in silence for a few minutes.

I sighed heavily. “He thinks it’s me, of course,” I admitted.

She was immediately alarmed. “Should we run away then?” she asked seriously.

I shook my head. “He doesn’t know for a fact that I’m the Impaler, so running away would pretty much confirm it for him. Plus, he said he wants to find the guy to thank him.”

“Thank him?” she repeated in shock. “For what?”

I grimaced, taking a deep breath, before beginning to recount the whole story to her. Of course, she already knew about my first kill now, thanks to Nick talking about it, so I elaborated on what it was like from my perspective as a little kid. And then, I dropped the bomb on her, regarding how that woman was actually Nick’s mother, and the baby who actually survived was the little sister he mentioned.

I also realized he’d hinted at it earlier, when he said his mom died almost a decade ago, and that his step-father had moved them away from the city shortly after she passed away.

“I’m sorry,” Gabriella finally whispered when I was finished sharing everything. “I knew he had been talking about you, of course, but I hadn’t thought about how it affected you. No child should have to witness something like that.”

I sunk down in my seat a little, sincerely feeling depressed just thinking about it. “Yeah, it was honestly really traumatizing. I still have nightmares about it, even after all these years. It’s so bad sometimes, I’ll wake up transformed.”

“You know it’s not your fault, right?” she said quickly. “There was nothing you could have done to save her. I mean, you were only nine years old!”

I nodded weakly. Of course, I knew she was right, but it didn’t help the guilt much, especially now that the memory was fresh in my mind again. However, discovering that the baby survived did help. A lot. I supposed even though I felt like I failed, I technically didn’t.

A life existed today thanks to me.

Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly. “Well, the good thing is, Nick doesn’t know for sure it’s me. And as long as I stop, like you mentioned earlier on our way back from the mall, then it will end up as a closed case.” I sighed. “It’s just…”

“Hard to stop,” she finished for me.

It wasn’t a question.

She knew how I felt, having said as much earlier, with her feeling guilty for even suggesting it. Not to mention, my perception of the world was significantly larger than a normal person. If I sensed something going on five or ten miles away, possibly in a house behind closed doors, could I really just ignore it and turn a blind eye?

I mean, stuff did happen, and I did turn a blind eye most of the time, because I didn’t feel like it was my job to come to everyone’s rescue. However, those situations usually just involved a lot of yelling and screaming, not killing.

Either way, ‘coming across’ an incident was very different for me than it was for a normal person.

Unexpectedly, Gabriella sat up straighter, looking like she’d just been hit with an idea.

“What if you worked with the police?” she wondered. I looked at her in shock, prompting her to clarify. “I mean, what if you worked with Nick and Serenity, specifically. You would have to let them in on your secret of course, but–”

She cut off when I grimaced, with me not liking that idea at all.

Gabriella quickly continued. “It’s just an idea, Kai. Just hear me out for a second.”

I nodded weakly.

“You could just tell them where the bad guy is, and then they could handle it. For them, if they shoot the perp, then it’s as an officer of the law, so there wouldn’t be a problem.”

I sighed. “But that wouldn’t work,” I replied. “First, they’re both detectives, so they don’t usually do that part of the job.” I frowned, knowing I never would have been okay with my lifelong friend becoming a cop if she was going to be put in harm’s way on a daily basis. I cleared my throat. “Not to mention, I don’t like the idea of putting Serenity in danger like that,” I admitted out loud.

Gabriella sunk back in her seat. “Oh, I guess you’re right. I’m sorry.”

I shook my head, reaching over to grab her hand.

She jumped in surprise by the unexpected affection, before quickly intertwining her fingers in mine, eyeing me cautiously to make sure it wasn’t too much. However, probably due to the mood of our conversation, I found that I was mostly alright at the moment.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” I replied gently. “Like you said, it was just an idea. You shouldn’t be afraid to share that kind of stuff, or else we’ll never figure anything out.”

She nodded in agreement, pulling my hand up to her mouth, rubbing her lips against my skin, before kissing me gently. When she saw that my hair still looked normal, she grinned. “See! You’re getting used to me!”

“Not at all,” I replied with a laugh. “Almost my entire body is gray underneath my clothing.”

“Oh! I’m sorry!” she exclaimed, trying to give my hand back.

I grasped her fingers more tightly, squeezing gently. “No, it’s alright. Just maybe not the kissing.”

She quickly folded her other hand on top of mine, eagerly holding my hand in her lap with both of hers. It actually was too much for me, the gray creeping up my neck, but I tried to focus on the road, knowing it made her really happy to be able to hold my hand.

However, once we were getting close to her apartment, with her instructing me where to turn each step of the way, I finally took it back.

We pulled into a fairly nice parking lot, where every apartment either had a balcony on the upper floors, or fenced-in porch area on the ground level. Altogether, there were probably at least ten separate buildings, all of which were designed with a rocky exterior, making it almost seem like it was a really expensive place to live, though I doubted that was the case.

Granted, Gabriella lived in a studio apartment on the ground floor, so it might sincerely be expensive for those who were in larger spaces. She explained that she wasn’t a fan of having neighbors above her, since she could hear them walk around, but it allowed her to jog on her treadmill without having to worry about bothering anyone below.

As she led me inside the building, which had a glass door separating the apartment doors from the outside, she led me to her black door and invited me in.

It was actually even smaller than I’d been expecting — the whole thing, including bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, and living space could all probably fit inside my living room back home. At the very least, I could understand how she managed to save up so much money, because she clearly did only spend money on the necessities, and apparently having a decent amount of living space wasn’t one of them for her.

The treadmill was right next to the sliding glass window, although the view was blocked by the wooden fence, so that no one would be able to see her jogging unless they were actually on the tiny patio just outside. She also had a small flat-screen TV sitting on an equally small black entertainment center, as well as a two-seater couch that looked like it was used, but in good condition. It had a black couch-cover over it, but I could see at the bottom that the original fabric was an ugly shade of tan.

Still, it looked comfortable.

A foldout table with only one chair was sitting in the corner, which I suspected served as the dining area.

There was then a separate room for the kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. And then, her very small closet even had a small washer and dryer. However, there was only one door in the entire place, which was for the bathroom. The kitchen had a regular-sized fridge, as well as microwave, oven, and sink, but there was limited counter space.

The entrance to her bedroom was a narrow opening that was about four-fifths the size of a normal entry, being roughly one-fifth too small to fit a regular door.

Her actual room was barely large enough to fit her queen-sized bed, with there being just enough space to walk around the edge. It looked as if she’d gotten creative with her clothing, having some stuff hanging in the closet, while other necessities were folded in flat bins underneath her bed, essentially serving as her dresser.

Her bed wasn’t made, but it wasn’t super messy either. It looked like she kept everything really clean and orderly. Obviously, she hadn’t planned for company, and yet it was clean like she had.

“What do you think?” she asked excitedly.

“Well…” I hesitated. “It’s smaller than I expected,” I admitted. “But it’s nice,” I quickly clarified. “Very clean too.”

Gabriella blushed. “It’s not hard to keep it clean when it’s so small, but I don’t need a lot of space to be happy. Just having my own place is nice.”

I nodded, beginning to see myself living here with her, knowing I probably wouldn’t feel cramped at all. At least, not with her. The idea of having our own space together, even one as small as this, where we could fuck as much as we wanted, kind of excited me. Granted, part of me wished she could just move in with me and Serenity instead.

I knew that probably wouldn’t work out long-term, but I really didn’t want to stop living with my housemate either, as much as I also wanted to begin living with Gabriella.

“What are you thinking?” she asked me curiously.

I suddenly realized that my hair was snow-white, my skin completely gray. My face felt hot as I looked away. “Nothing,” I quickly replied.

“Aww, come on!” she teased. “Tell me!” Her look then became more intense, her expression hungry as she moved closer and reached out to wrap her thin fingers around my wrist.

I gulped, trying to formulate an answer despite my scattered thoughts. “Umm, I was just…” I took a deep breath, my mind feeling like it was becoming even more incoherent. “I just saw myself living here with you,” escort karataş bayan I managed.

It felt like there was a current of electricity running up my arm from where she was holding me.

“That would be nice,” she agreed quietly. She then paused briefly, before continuing, her tone more heavy and seductive. “You know why I brought you here, right? I haven’t had enough of you today. I’m still hungry for some dessert.”

I gulped again, my throat feeling dry. “Okay,” I whispered.

She laughed then, causing me to glance at her. “You’re so much fun! I wish you could stay this innocent forever, because I love it!”

I scoffed, feeling kind of embarrassed. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” I replied. I was then serious, unexpectedly feeling a little vulnerable. “I hope you don’t get bored of me when I’m not.”

Gabriella shook her head. “No, there are plenty of ways to make this exciting. I’m just enjoying this part while it lasts.” Her eyes then lit up. “Oh! Actually, why don’t you sit on the couch? I need to check on something.”

I gave her a confused look, but obeyed, walking over and sitting down as she’d asked. She disappeared around the corner to her bedroom, beginning to rummage through her closet. By the time she was coming back into the living room, I was pretty sure I knew what to expect, given the sounds and smells.

My eyes only confirmed what my other senses told me.

Gabriella came out wearing a black leather biker jacket, and nothing else. The zipper went all the way up to her neck, where it had a leather belt that could be fastened like a collar, and there was a pocket over each breast, with a small buckle and strap, instead of buttons. The shoulders had buckles and straps too, though they didn’t seem to serve a purpose, other than aesthetics.

The whole thing was fitted, including the chest, with the sleeves hugging her arms like a glove all the way down to her wrists, where there was another set of straps and buckles. However, it was probably most noticeable on her chest, since it held her huge tits firmly in place even though I was confident she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. The leather was tight against her entire waist, including underneath her boobs.

The whole thing fit her form so perfectly, that I was sure that no one would ever know she wasn’t wearing lingerie underneath.

She giggled when she saw my expression, since I was both unsurprised and suddenly hungry. “I guess I should have known I couldn’t surprise you, but I’m glad you like!”

“Sorry,” I said sincerely. “But yeah, it’s pretty much impossible for me to not hear what you’re changing into…or neglecting to change into,” I added, glancing down at her red pubic hair.

She smirked. “I figured I’d show this jacket off to you, since I can’t really wear it in public.”

“You can’t?” I said before thinking, realizing barely a second later why that might be the case. She was ridiculously sexy in it, and not just because it was all she was wearing.

Gabriella nodded somberly. “My mom got me this when I was your age — eighteen.”

I groaned, knowing she was intentionally teasing me about my age now. I was also kind of embarrassed to know that I again had her mother to thank for what I was seeing now, feeling a little awkward about that knowledge. However, I quickly pushed that thought aside.

Gabriella giggled in response to my expression, before continuing. “It even fits perfectly too, as you can see, but wearing it the first time was not a great experience. I pretty much can’t wear anything sexy in public without it being a big deal.” She sighed. “In a bad way, for me.”

I nodded, looking her up and down as I took it all in. The colors themselves were extremely enticing, with her short red hair sharply contrasted against the black leather. Without thinking, I slowly reached out to grasp her leather-clad forearms, shocked that the jacket was even smoother than I was expecting.

I then laughed, as I focused down at the soft red fuzz hiding her hot pussy. “Now all you need is a pair of leather pants to go with it, and it’d be perfect.”

She giggled again. “Oh, I actually do have a pair! I just figured they wouldn’t stay on long.”

I couldn’t help but blush, glancing away.

Her tone was amused. “Now, young man, are you going to do something about this sexy girl in front of you? Or do I need to take control?”

I loved both ideas, but I took action before I even realized what I was doing.

Letting go of her forearms, I instead grabbed her waist, lifting her up slightly and yanking her forward so that she was forced to move her knees onto the couch. She yelped in surprise, only to reach down for my shirt the moment I had her straddling my lap.

I helped her get it off, and then scooted my hips forward slightly to twist to the side, all while pulling her forward onto my toned gray stomach, her bare pussy hot against my skin. She squeaked again from the abrupt movement, resting her hands on my muscled chest once I was flat, my head on one armrest while my legs were draped over the other.

Shifting her weight on me, she then curled down and pressed her lips against mine, prompting me to grab handfuls of her massive juicy tits, before moving my hands to her back to feel the smooth leather over her slim shoulder blades.

“You’re not trembling this time,” she whispered against my lips. She then giggled when a shiver ran through my body. Pulling away slightly, she grinned, her emerald eyes sparkling. “Maybe I spoke too soon,” she teased.

I rolled my black and gold eyes, reaching up to place my hand against her cheek, her soft red hair flowing over it as I held her gaze for a long few seconds.

Unexpectedly, her phone rang in her bedroom.

I groaned, only to give her a pleading expression when she sighed heavily, surprised when she pressed her lips against mine again, making no effort to climb off.

“Whoever it is, they can wait,” she mumbled, sucking in a deep breath through her nose. She then smirked as she pulled away, her gaze passionate, her cheeks flushed red. “Now, are you ready for round three?” she wondered.

I trembled again, my heart racing as I nodded weakly in response.

“Good boy,” she teased. “Maybe I should sit on your face again,” she added playfully. “I want to smother you.”

I gulped.

She grinned widely. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she said playfully.

“I mean…yeah…” I admitted, trying to keep my breathing even.

“Well, I don’t think I could actually smother you,” she commented, her expression slightly more serious. “It’s like you’re struggling for air as it is.”

“I don’t know why,” I replied. “My heart is racing.”

She pursed her lips, her brow furrowing. She then reached back to touch my cock through my pants, only to climb off.

I gave her a confused look as she got down on her knees and began fumbling with my belt, before I reached down to help her get my pants off, leaving me mostly naked now.

“I don’t think you’re horny enough,” she explained as she wrapped her thin fingers around my shaft. “Or rather, you’re more nervous than horny, and we need to fix that.”

I supposed she must be right, because even though I was hard, my cock wasn’t sticking straight up. However, as she began stroking me, and then when she leaned forward and began kissing my head, both my heart began calming down and my cock turned into a brick in her hand.

“That’s better,” she said playfully, running her tongue across the top to collect the precum leaking.

I moaned from the sensation, before laughing, a bizarre idea suddenly occurring to me.

“What’s funny?” she asked, her tone full of amusement. “Humor wasn’t exactly what I was going for,” she added with a wink.

I took a deep breath, feeling a lot more relaxed now…and horny as hell. “Well, I’ll tell you, but you’re probably going to think I’m really weird.”

She continued to stroke me slowly, her hand gently gliding up and down, a small smile playing on her full lips. “Kai, it would take a lot to ‘weird me out’ at this point. And I haven’t even really scratched the surface to how weird and kinky my parents really are.”

I frowned at that, prompting her to immediately give me an apologetic expression.

“Sorry, that probably wasn’t the best sex subject.” She then bent forward again and engulfed me fully in her mouth, running her tongue around my head. She then shoved downward almost as far as she could go, before pulling away and stroking me again, using her spit as lube. “So tell me?” she prompted with another smirk.

My head was swimming from her scent now, feeling like the aroma had significantly intensified, my mind scattered from momentarily feeling my cock in the back of her throat.

“Umm…” I said, trying to collect my thoughts. “Oh, well, when my heart was racing just a few minutes ago, I was reacting almost as if I was being attacked by someone.” I looked at her apologetically. “I know that’s really weird, but then you completely took my mind off the sensation, and I suddenly thought it would be funny if you were actually a succubus or something.”

Immediately, Gabriella’s expression dropped as she blanched, looking like she’d seen a ghost.

Her scent was instantly tainted with fear.

I quickly sat up, her face now next to my stomach. “What’s wrong?” I asked seriously.

She blinked a few times, before looking up to meet my gaze. “I…” Her voice trailed off. “You don’t think I really am, do you?” she asked almost inaudibly.

I looked at her in shock. “I mean, how would I know? Why? Do you think you are?” I asked seriously.

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she let it out slowly, not responding for a long minute. “Sorry,” she finally whispered, her emerald gaze meeting mine again.

Without thinking, I reached out and rested my hand on her head, gently running my fingers through her vibrant red hair.

She continued without prompt. “It’s just, whenever I used to complain about guys trying to hook up with me, my mom always teased me that it was because I was part succubus. A sixteenth, to be exact.” She grimaced. “Or at least, I assumed she was teasing. But with you saying that…”

“Could you ask her?” I wondered. “And would there be any danger if you were actually part succubus?”

“You don’t think I’m crazy?” she whispered, sounding vulnerable.

I escort bayan karkamış scoffed. “Gabriella, look at me. I’m not exactly human myself, and while I’ve never met anyone else supernatural, I’m well aware it would be foolish to think I was all alone in the world. Plus, you’ve eaten meat, and your scent hasn’t changed, so my assumption that it is from you being vegetarian might actually be wrong. Maybe it’s because…well, because you’re part succubus.”

She frowned as she considered that, her red eyebrows knitted together. “My mom has also said she’s an eighth succubus, and she once explained that’s why she…” Her voice trailed off, looking embarrassed now.

“She what?” I prompted.

Gabriella took a deep breath, looking away. “You…you won’t, like, leave me or anything, right? If I tell you just how weird my mom is?”

I was again shocked. “What? No, of course not!” I then sighed when she didn’t seem convinced. “Gabriella, think about it from my perspective. You’re probably the only person I can ever be with. I’m not going to risk telling my secret to anyone else, not even my housemate, and even if I did tell someone else, I’m still crazy about you.”

Unexpectedly, she looked at me with a critical eye. “Serenity?” she repeated.

I held her gaze for a second, trying to understand her expression, before it dawned on me that I’d just sort of connected those two concepts together — dating someone else, and telling Serenity my secret.

And she’d picked up on it.

Maybe it was my tone, or just the way I said it, I wasn’t sure. But she definitely read between the lines.


I couldn’t help but look away.

Which of course, told her what I didn’t want to tell her.

“Kai,” she said, sounding incredulous. “You like Serenity?”


I knew I had to say ‘no.’

I knew I had to!

But I couldn’t respond, my heart racing again.

“Shit,” Gabriella hissed.

I looked at her in shock, afraid that now she was going to consider leaving me. “I’m sorry,” I said without thinking.

She sighed, shaking her head as she stood up. At first, I thought she was going to walk away, but instead she moved behind me slightly to sit down in the small space I’d left from sitting up. I quickly shifted my weight to sit beside her on the couch, me still mostly naked, while she was only wearing the leather jacket.

She seemed pensive now.

“Please say something,” I whispered after a second. Part of me still wanted to try denying it, but for whatever reason I just couldn’t say it. I couldn’t say that I didn’t love my lifelong friend like that, even if she was so much older than me and had been forced to be responsible for me since I was younger.

It was easy to deny when I was in middle school, because back then I truly just viewed her as my friend and playmate. Sure, I loved her more than anything, but I didn’t want to fuck her back then. It wasn’t until I got in high school that I started realizing that I was really attracted to her.

Or rather, I just noticed how fucking hot she was.

Gabriella reached out and put her hand on my bare gray thigh, as if she was trying to reassure me, but didn’t respond. I finally covered her hand with my own, prompting her to look up at me apologetically.

“Sorry,” she said again. “I just don’t know how to respond. I thought Serenity’s reaction was weird at dinner, when we talked about getting married, but only now do I realize why that might be.”

“W-What?” I stuttered in disbelief.

She sighed heavily, focusing on her small flatscreen TV next to the apartment door. “Kai, when Serenity talks about you, she doesn’t sound like a girl talking about someone she just takes care of. She sounds like someone who’s in love. Romantically.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Literally, I couldn’t believe it.

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked seriously, wondering if this was some kind of test.

Her voice was almost inaudible as she responded, staring straight ahead, her green eyes unfocused. “Because I don’t want to lose you,” she whispered. She then focused on me with a grimace. “Kai, I know you live together, but you’re not related to her, and while some people might frown on it, there is really nothing stopping you from being with her.” She paused. “Well, except for her, of course. She’d have to be willing. But I’m not sure if she even realizes how she really feels. However, tonight she didn’t look only upset. She looked devastated, as if she’d just found out her boyfriend cheated on her.” She focused on the wall again, slumping back more into the couch cushions. “But I don’t want to get serious with you, only to have you break my heart by leaving me for her.”

“I…” I took a deep breath. “I wouldn’t do that,” I replied, knowing I was trying to convince myself just as much as her.

She didn’t respond, causing us both to fall silent again. I wasn’t sure if she believed me, suspecting it probably didn’t help that I wasn’t sure if I believed myself.

Honestly though, I didn’t know how I could possibly live without either one of them at this point. I had zero idea how I was ever going to let Serenity go, and I definitely felt like I couldn’t let Gabriella go either.


“S-So,” I began hesitantly, deciding to change subjects. “About your mom?”

She took another deep breath, continuing to stare at the wall. However, she squeezed my thigh reassuringly. “I told you my mom was really into the dominating thing. She’s a little extreme though. More so than I initially let on.”

“How so?” I asked quietly.

Gabriella finally looked up at me. “Well, my parents tried to keep it a secret, but when I finally asked about it, my mom explained it was because she was ‘an eighth’ succubus. Again, I thought she was joking, or coming up with some stupid excuse, but basically…” Her voice trailed off for a second. “My mom sleeps with other men…and makes my dad watch.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Oh,” I said simply as I tried to absorb that, before suddenly needing to make sure I clarified something. “I’m not okay with that,” I replied hastily, only to give her another apologetic look for the outburst. “I mean, with you and me, I’m not okay with that.”

Gabriella’s emerald eyes were wide, looking surprised, before she nodded firmly. “Yes, of course. I told you I wouldn’t cheat on you,” she said reassuringly. She then paused. “And even if you were into that kind of thing, I’m not sure I’d want to,” she added.

“Really?” I said in surprise, only to quickly clarify when she seemed confused. “I mean, I feel like that’s something most people would like. Not that I’m complaining,” I added.

She smirked slightly. “Of course, I’m sure you’d love to make me watch you fuck another girl, wouldn’t you?”

I grimaced, more out of embarrassment than anything. “Umm, no…” I lied.

She scoffed. “You’re not fooling anyone, young man!” she teased, only to sigh, growing serious again after a couple of seconds.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered, knowing we’d covered so many topics unexpectedly, that it could be almost anything.

“I’m just concerned now,” she admitted. “Because what if I am really part succubus? Does that mean it’s not safe for us to have sex? My mom never warned me about it being unsafe, but she’s always acted like she expected me to get really into fucking, like she is. That’s why she got me this leather outfit, and why we had a thorough discussion on how to be safe.”

“Maybe you should call her and ask?” I suggested. “I mean, I’m assuming your mom has sex with your dad, right?”

Gabriella shrugged. “I mean, I assume so. Why?”

“Well, because then that would probably mean it is safe, but maybe frequency is a problem. Maybe that’s why she sleeps with other men too.”

She pursed her lips as she thought about that, only to sigh heavily and stand up. “I can’t believe we’re seriously considering this. But I guess we can’t take the chance, since obviously the supernatural exists.” She gestured toward me and my still-grayed skin for emphasis.

“Right,” I agreed.

Her gaze then focused on my lap longingly, as if she wanted to wrap her mouth around my somewhat soft cock and make it hard again. However, unexpectedly her phone began ringing a second time, prompting her eyes to widen in surprise.

“Oh, and I guess I better figure out who that is,” she said, hurrying to her bedroom, only to walk back more slowly. She was staring at her phone like she was confused by the number. She then gasped. “Shit, I thought I recognized this number.” Her expression turned dark as she focused on me. “I better deal with this right now, before it becomes a problem.”

I had no idea what she was talking about, but nodded in response.

Gabriella answered and held the phone to her ear, speaking with a rude tone. “Can I help you?” she demanded harshly.

The male voice on the other end was cheerful. “Hey Gabby! I just saw you on the news and wanted to make sure you were doing alright.”

She immediately rolled her eyes. “James, why do you even still have my number? I thought I made it crystal clear I never wanted to talk to you again.”

“Aww, don’t be like that, Gabby. It’s seems you’ve been through a lot recently. I thought I’d take you out to dinner or something to help get your mind off everything.”

“Umm, no,” she scoffed. “Absolutely not. My fiancé is taking great care of me, thank you.”

“You’re getting married?” he replied in sincere shock. “Well, I’m sure he won’t care. I even stopped by your work to check in on you, but you weren’t there.”

Instantly, her expression was livid, her tone just as pissed. “It doesn’t matter whether or not if he cares! I care!” she snapped. “And if you stop by my work again, I’m going to get a restraining order on you. If you call me again, I’m going to get a restraining order on you. I am perfectly happy with my man, and I don’t need or want you in my life. Are we clear?!”

His response was short. “Bitch!”

He hung up.

The moment the line went dead, her anger immediately shifted to distress. I quickly got up and wrapped my arms around her, trying to ignore my stiffening erection in response to my bare waist being pressed against hers. She rested her head against my shoulder, leaning into me heavily.

“Are you alright?” I whispered.

She took a deep breath before responding. kilis escort bayan “Yeah. Let me block his number really fast, so we don’t have to worry about him calling again.” She leaned away then, tapping the screen on her phone in the small space between us, my arms still wrapped around her.

I wanted to lighten the mood, but wasn’t sure how, so I just commented on what she’d said, my tone playful. “So, I’m already your fiancé, am I?”

She gave me a weak grin in response. “Sorry about that,” she replied softly. She then tossed her phone on the couch behind me and leaned more into my arms. “That was James. He’s the only real boyfriend I’ve ever had. But I haven’t seen or talked to him in almost two years now.” She took a deep breath. “As I’m sure you could probably tell, the only reason he called is because he wanted to take advantage of my recent traumatic experience, hoping he might be able to get in my pants. He’s an asshole, although he had me convinced that he wasn’t, at first.”

I nodded, holding her tightly. “Well, I think his goodbye was definitely proof of that. I can’t believe he called you that.”

She shrugged. “He was really sweet for the first few weeks that we dated, but when I absolutely refused to sleep with him, he eventually got fed up and revealed his true colors. I ended up breaking up with him immediately when he became a lot more pushy and aggressive, and that’s how he said ‘goodbye’ then too.” She paused. “Calling me a bitch,” she clarified. “I wouldn’t have considered spending time with him ever again, even if he was the last person on the planet.”

“Well, I’m glad I don’t have to worry about him winning you over again,” I replied, trying to still tease her.

However, instead she glared up at me. “You don’t have to worry about anyone winning me over. I’m yours and only yours — forever.” She then leaned her cheek against my upper chest again. “As long as you’ll have me,” she whispered.

I didn’t respond right away, not wanting to bring Serenity up again, but knowing I had to, since I assumed that was her concern now.

“Gabriella…” I began hesitantly. I then switched gears, taking a deep breath. “Okay, yes, I do have a thing for Serenity. How could I not? She’s been everything to me, and the only person I’ve trusted for a long time.” I took another deep breath, holding her tighter to avoid her trying to look up at me. “But I wasn’t lying when I told you that I was planning on being alone for the rest of my life. Because I couldn’t risk telling a girl, only to have her betray me, and I can’t risk losing Serenity either, if she reacts badly.”

“But what if she finds out?” Gabriella whispered. “And what if she’s okay with it?”

I grimaced. “I…I don’t know…” I admitted. “But I don’t want to give you up. Especially not now.”

She sighed, only to scoff humorlessly. “Maybe I’ll just have to convince her to share you.”

All my muscles tensed, feeling a mixture of shock and nervousness. Because the idea just seemed way too surreal to be realistic, and the fact that she brought it up almost felt like a test again.

“You aren’t serious, are you?” I finally asked after a moment.

She held me tighter, only to shift her waist so that my cock slid between her thighs, her head still buried against my shoulder. “No, not really. But then again, that would be better than losing you.” She sighed. “I really like Serenity though, and if I was going to share with someone, I could see it being her.” She paused, her voice dropping. “Especially since that’s what might have happened anyway, if I hadn’t met her, and thus met you. More than likely, you two would have eventually become romantically involved.”

I honestly didn’t know what to say, knowing she was telling the truth, but also unwilling to hope for that kind of reality. Because for that to happen, it would mean I’d have to tell my lifelong friend my secret, and even if it was a low risk that she’d reject me upon finding out, it was one I just couldn’t take.

I mean, what if she sincerely was freaked out by me being some sort of devil?

What if it was too much for her?

Losing her forever would be devastating for me, especially when she’d been the most important person in my life, for almost all my life. Even when all our parents were still alive, I looked up to her much more than anyone else.

Thus, instead of continuing this line of discussion, I decided to switch subjects slightly.

“Well, I’m at least glad to hear that you wouldn’t ever cheat on me, or otherwise want to sleep with other guys,” I admitted. “Especially since you might be part succubus,” I added in a slightly playful tone.

She groaned. “I guess I should probably call my mom and ask,” she replied, making no motion to go for her phone on the couch.

“Yeah,” I agreed, likewise not making any effort to let her go.

We were both quiet for a minute, just holding each other, my cock hard as a rock between her thighs, throbbing against her hot snatch, before I spoke up again.

“You know I would have been fine if we waited to have sex, right?” I commented, wanting to make it clear that I wasn’t like her ex-boyfriend.

She laughed at that, pulling away a little to look up at me. “More like, you never would have done it, had I not forced myself on you!” she retorted.

I grimaced, knowing she was completely right.

My expression just made her laugh all the more. Which was nice, hearing her chuckle after everything we’d just discussed.

She then sighed, resting her head underneath my chin again. “I’m really glad I waited for you.”

“Me too,” I agreed. “But why did you wait?” I wondered, since she seemed completely against having sex with the other guy, but jumped in bed with me right away. Not to mention, if she really was part succubus, and her mom even expected her to become extremely interested in sex, then it did seem odd.

She sighed. “Well, I don’t know how to explain it. I was just waiting, in general. I didn’t want to do it with someone who I wasn’t sure I truly loved. James was great at the time, at least when he was working his deceptive charm, but I never felt like he was the guy I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.” She paused. “I guess that’s what it was. I never got to the point where I would have said ‘yes’ if he had asked me to marry him. Granted, that certainly was never on his agenda. Had I slept with him, allowing him to accomplish his true goal, then he probably would have moved on pretty quickly after we fucked a few times.” She then looked up to meet my black and gold gaze. “But with you, I knew pretty quickly I’d marry you in a heartbeat. I don’t know what it is about you, but I just can’t see myself with anyone else now.”

I smiled warmly, sincerely touched by her words. “I’ll get you a ring,” I blurted out, before I even really thought about it.

“Really?” she said hopefully, a little stunned as well.

I glanced away as I thought more about my answer.

Honestly, there really was no reason not to jump in all the way with her, minus the fact that I really wanted Serenity too. But that just wasn’t going to happen, not to mention on the off-chance that my older friend did actually want me too, even after finding out my secret somehow, Gabriella had already disclosed that she might be okay with sharing me.

Even if that wasn’t preferable for her…

Granted, I doubted Serenity would be okay with that arrangement either, but why put something amazing on hold in hopes of something that was just never going to happen?

And I knew it was never going to happen, because I was just never going to risk telling her my secret.

Overall, I felt like there was a lot to consider, but my logical mind kept telling me to be realistic.

Realistically, Serenity didn’t love me any more than a friend, even despite Gabriella’s opinion on her reaction. And even if Serenity did, realistically I was never going to risk telling her about my secret. The consequence of her reacting badly was just too much of a nightmare for me.

And finally, I couldn’t imagine ever finding anyone else as amazing as Gabriella. Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous, she also had a scent that was literally the most enticing thing I’d ever experienced in my entire life. But most importantly, through unfortunate circumstances, she’d found out about my secret and was more than happy to do whatever was needed to help me hide it.

So yeah, I didn’t see any reason why I shouldn’t just jump headfirst into the deep end with her.

I took a deep breath, meeting her vulnerable emerald gaze, my tone more confident.

“Yeah, I’ll get you a ring,” I repeated. “We can even go now, if you want. We still have about two hours before most places close.” I gave her a warm look. “We can make it official today. I’ll kneel right in the middle of the jewelry store, if you want, and propose to you right there. Because I want you, forever.”

Her emerald eyes filled with tears, only for her to hug me tightly. “That sounds really romantic,” she replied. She then sighed, nodding to herself. “Let’s do it! I’m definitely that committed to you, so let’s make it official.”

I smiled briefly, only to frown. “Although, I might not be able to propose to you in the store,” I realized. “And even buying the ring could be difficult, since I might end up looking like this.”

She pulled away to focus up at me. “Oh, yeah, probably not. But that’s okay.” She paused. “Although, do you think you could at least handle the ‘buying the ring’ part? We can wait on the proposal details until we’re alone. Like, you don’t have to propose to me in public or anything.”

I considered that for a moment. “Yeah, I should be fine doing that, so long as you behave. You’ll have to keep your excitement under control until after we leave the store.”

She grinned up at me. “I can do that. Promise!”

I returned the smile, secretly wishing things didn’t have to be so complicated with me. Maybe if I just had better control, though really I did have good control — it was only due to Gabriella that my control seemed to be lax.

Taking one last deep breath, I set my resolve, realizing this was sincerely what I wanted to do.

I was going to propose to her, eventually marry her, and fuck her every chance I got from now until forever, making me the luckiest guy alive.

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This is a long story that involves lots of plot and action, as well as sexual engagements that are detailed and intimate. This story is actually available on amazon and patreon too, but I have several places where I’m posting it for free.

(Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)

Submitted to Sexstories: May 5, 2022

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