Innocent Devil S Harem Taboo Ch 61

Innocent Devil's Harem Taboo Ch. 61

-- Date with petite redhead MILF.

Original: October 24, 2021

Submitted: December 12, 2024 to Literotica (Copyright 2021 Kaizer Wolf)

Tags: harem, incest (brother/sister, mother/daughter), taboo, group sex, orgy, urban fantasy, supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde, MILF

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Hi there!

This is the start of Book 5 for Innocent Devil's Harem Taboo.

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BOOK 5

- CHAPTER 61: Laboratory -

I sat on a black leather sofa in the living room area residing within the succubus Miriam's master bedroom suite, while I waited for her to 'get ready' for our mini-date that would commence pretty much after we took care of the small tube of blood I was currently holding in my hand. The blood wasn't mine, of course, though we would be drawing some of mine as well, in order to see how it reacted with what we'd already drawn.

Or, more specifically, to see how my blood would affect a cursed werewolf's blood.

The blue-haired Rockstar chick, Natalie, had been a little hesitant when Miriam proposed taking some of her blood, with the short succubus apparently having an entire modern laboratory in one of her whopping four basements, but when we explained the reason, the blue-haired vixen didn't even hesitate to take off her leather jacket halfway and hold out her thin arm.

Because as much as she wanted to be free of having any sort of alpha, she above all else wanted to be free of the excruciating transformation that plagued her once a month, describing it as someone chopping her up into a million chunks and then stitching her back together as a bloodthirsty monster, only to be diced up a second time and deposited into a heap of broken and guilt-ridden agony.

Not at all something 'cool' like modern movies made it out to be.

Upon agreeing, Miriam seeming amused by Natalie's eagerness, the short minx had her demonic maid Gwen, along with Serenity and Gabriella, all remain in the grand foyer -- which had several couches of its own, framed by twin staircases that led to the second floor -- while the sexy redhead succubus had me accompany her to the west side of the house to grab the supplies needed to draw the blood.

Thus, I followed her through the massive dining hall, seeing that there was a 'breakfast room' and a conservatory just beyond, to the north side on my right, remaining on her heels as she led me to a service hall stairwell that had a secret door leading to the modern underground lab.

And dang, was it modern.

Stepping out of the metal doorway felt like walking into an entirely different world, or at least an entirely different building, with everything bright white like the interior of a state-of-the-art hospital. The space only had three rooms in total, with one just being a supply closet, but it was still fairly spacious, with the largest room having four island countertops along with additional counters and cabinets lining three of the four walls.

Seeing my obvious curiosity, it was at that point that Miriam began really explaining the layout of her mansion, deciding to give me a mini-tour after she had me draw Natalie's cursed blood, which unexpectedly resulted in us making a stop on the second floor, at her master suite, where I now waited.

In total, the second floor had eight guest bedrooms just on the east side of the grand foyer, which didn't count Miriam's own master suite that included a living room, mini-kitchen, master bathroom, and of course an actual humongous sleeping room for her massive canopy bed.

Entering into her suite also felt like stepping into an entirely different world, since the overall color scheme was romantic shades of black, gray, and highlights of deep red.

Technically, of the eight guest rooms, one of them used to be Mrs. Rebecca's old room and wasn't actually treated as a true guest room. However, I wasn't sure about the others, since Miriam only smirked at me when I asked her where Gwen's room was. At the very least, I knew that the first guest room on the north side of the hall, just after coming up one of the twin staircases, was truly a guest room since it was where Miriam and I had our first sexual experience, and where she'd broken the seal on my third-eye.

On the west side of the grand foyer, still on the second floor, I'd been told that there was a laundry room, a few supply closets, as well as another bedroom and a few small 'fun' rooms where Miriam apparently had a large variety of toys to play with, either for use on whoever she was fucking at the time, including women, or to have used on her, specifically for the men who had more aggressive kinks.

Normally, that kind of disclosure might have bothered me, but given that Miriam wasn't planning on fucking around anymore, hearing about her sex rooms only excited me a little, looking forward to exploring what all she had. And honestly it made perfect sense that she'd have areas dedicated to sex when that sole activity served as her primary source of entertainment and technically even her source of sustenance.

Sex was her hobby, pastime, recreation, sport, and even her job, in a way.

It was the very thing that filled many of the hours of her day. Or at least, it had been, prior to her falling for me after we met and got to know each other better yesterday.

Granted, I was sure she'd be more than happy to fuck me all day, every day, but it was kind of hard to do when we lived an hour away from each other.

I suspected that was one of the reasons why Miriam had decided to give me this mini-tour, and to begin explaining all the amenities that came with her place, especially since she'd already offered for me to stay here, along with all my women.

But now that my sister had gone and commented about being interested in living in a mansion like this, Miriam realized there wasn't much holding us back from taking that leap and moving in with the deceptively youthful succubus. At the very least, she certainly had plenty of space to take on quite a few permanent residents.

Taking a deep breath, enjoying how comfy this first room to her master suite was, I examined the tube of dark red blood in my hand, wondering briefly if the purple cap held any significance or if the color was random. The tube had actually come with something already in it, a white substance at the bottom, so I suspected the color

did

mean something.

Maybe an anticoagulant or something similar?

Looking up when I saw the door to Miriam's luxurious bedroom open, still not entirely used to not being able to hear everything in this house, my jaw dropped when I saw what she was wearing. First, the most noticeable thing was the bright white lab coat, fashioned with a dip in the back portion for her wings, which I knew had to be only a prop for what we were about to do in the lab, given the rest of her outfit.

Miriam stood with her hands on her bony hips, thereby holding the lab coat back to show off the ridiculously shiny bodysuit that was so tight on her figure that there wasn't a single wrinkle in the wet-looking black material.

Holy fuck, she looked like a fun-sized pornstar getting ready to shoot a doctor porno.

"You like?" she giggled as she twisted her hip, while tugging away the lab coat more, showing off the side of her small plump ass, and part of her lower back, her shiny juicy curves causing my cock to rapidly stiffen from the sight alone.

Recalling from Mrs. Rebecca that succubi had the uncanny ability to anticipate what their partners were interested in sexually, I cleared my throat to respond. "Umm, I think you know."

The sexy minx, whose vibrant red hair was still in twin French braids, only giggled again as she further twisted around, revealing that her midnight tail was somehow poking through the material between her shapely asscheeks, and also allowing me a better view of her black wings, with the coat and bodysuit both having the same dip, no zippers in sight on the latter, as if it was all one piece she'd squeezed her thin body into.

I tried to gather my thoughts. "Umm, so will we be having sex later?" I asked uncertainly, kind of assuming as much, but not exactly sure since us spending time together was going to involve more serious things too.

"Of course, silly," she said cheerfully, facing me again. "Why do you think I changed? Certainly, taking my leather pants off wouldn't be too much of a hassle, but now you can surprise me with your cock when I'm not looking," she said with a suggestive wink.

Thinking again about her tail sticking out of the material in the back, I glanced down at her crotch, prompting her to grin as she reached down with both hands to pull a little on the shiny material.

Immediately, her bare juicy pussy lips squeezed out, revealing that there was actually an opening between her thighs, only concealed by an overlapping section that might have normally had a zipper. But again, the whole bodysuit looked to be one entire piece, with no zippers or seams in sight, and much shinier than I would normally expect even from lubed latex.

I cleared my throat, suddenly finding myself wanting to kiss those visible lips between her juicy thighs.

"I guess are you ready to head back to the lab then?" I wondered, not wanting to be too obvious about the effect she was having on me, even though I doubted she was anything other than fully aware.

She grinned, reaching down to ensure the midnight material was back in place, concealing her hot snatch. "Playing hard to get, are we?" she teased.

I scoffed. "Just figured we had some things to do, and possibly to discuss, before getting physical."

She folded her arms and reached up to tap her delicate chin with her index finger, looking very studious in her white lab coat.

Fuck, her thighs, her hips, her waist, all looked so fucking sexy wrapped up in shiny black. The perfect proportions to match her four-foot, eleven inches stature.

"Very true," she agreed dramatically. "Work comes before play, except wherein work

is

play, so I always say."

I shook my head at her, deciding to stand up despite my raging hardon. "And apparently a poet," I mumbled under my breath.

She giggled. "Yep! A Haiku, to be exact, though rarely such poems rhyme. I'm just an overachiever." She practically bounced over to me in obvious excitement, her almost flattened tits actually bouncing just barely from the movement. "Believe it or not, I once spent almost an entire year speaking in rhymes, much to the

chagrin

of poor little

Gwen

. She humored me for a

time

, but she soon found it a

crime

, that I found rhyming so

sublime...

" She paused to giggle when I rolled my eyes. "And eventually got to the point where she'd probably be happy to never have to hear me rhyme ever again."

I smirked at that. "Yeah, I could imagine how that could get old fast, having a little old woman teasing you all the time."

"Uh!" Miriam exclaimed in mock offense, grabbing my arm roughly to hold onto it. "How rude, young man! I'll have you know that I am very good at rhyming, and forcing such limitations on oneself is great for keeping the mind sharp!"

"Got to take care of yourself in your old age," I agreed in an overly sympathetic tone.

She stuck her adorable tongue out at me, only to begin tugging me out of the room into the hallway, leading me back toward the grand hall, which we would be passing on our way to the far west stairwell that led down to the dining hall on the first floor, as well as to the lab in the basement.

Technically, we would be visible to anyone below as we walked by the open space, but only Miriam's white coat would be visible from that angle, not to mention I knew everyone had left the grand foyer anyway, and moved to the East Drawing Room -- which was basically just a grand living room -- since the others were all aware that Miriam and I would be spending some time alone for a while.

Once we passed the grand foyer, we stopped briefly in the ensuing open room, with Miriam pointing out the doors to the laundry room on the right, as well as an additional guest bedroom, and then to a door on the left that led to one of her small fun rooms. We then turned left into a hallway, quickly making a right that was more toward the front of the mansion, which had more doorways that led to storage rooms, and two additional sex rooms, followed by making a right turn toward the back of the house to get to the service stairwell.

"Oh, and I should probably show you where the elevator is too later," Miriam unexpectedly commented as we began walking down the first flight of stairs.

"You have an elevator?" I asked seriously.

"Yep," she said warmly, still holding onto my arm. "We actually just passed it. You might have noticed it on the first floor when you and Gwen went through the staff lounge last time you were here, on your way to the kitchen."

"Afraid I didn't. I was just trying to keep up with Gwen, so that I didn't get lost."

She grinned at that. "I'm sure the sheer size is very daunting at first, but before long you'll know of every nook and cranny in this place. It's honestly not that big. Maybe for a house it is, but it pales in comparison to something like a modern hotel."

I nodded, realizing she was right about that, but also knowing that most hotels were much more straightforward in their setup, whereas this place had concealed basement entrances and even secret hallways, like the one that led to the room with the steel doors that were the literal gateway to a transdimensional portal deep beneath the mansion.

"So what exactly do you plan on doing with our blood?" I wondered as we slipped through the hidden doorway and into the circular stairwell leading even further down to the lab. "Just mixing it and examining it with a microscope?"

"Not just any microscope," she replied. "I've used a moonstone catalyst and magic to allow me to see more than just the physical properties through the normal lens. You said it takes about four to eight hours for someone to become like you, so I plan on getting a blood smear to use as a control, and then adding a single drop of your blood to the blood from this tube, to see how her blood changes in response to yours over the next four to eight hours. Although, since the samples are so small, any changes will probably happen much quicker than that."

"Makes sense," I replied, reaching out to open the door for her.

She gave me an affectionate grin as she slipped through, only to wait for me so she could hang on my arm again, even though we only had a handful of steps to go to enter the main laboratory. I then followed her into the wide white room, focusing toward a microscope sitting on one of the snow white countertops when she gestured for me to wait by it.

"So," I began as I leaned against the counter, watching her walk gracefully over to a cabinet next to what looked to be some kind of an oven or incubator. From behind, all I could see was her slim calves wrapped in shiny black, a simple pair of black flats adorning her feet. "Just curious, but why all the white down here? Like, there's no color at all, not even black really. Only gray here and there."

She pulled a step stool out of a lower cabinet, followed by a pair of safety glasses to protect her eyes, and then climbed the stool to reach up and grab a tray of glass slides from another cabinet.

"For cleanliness, mainly," she replied. "If I spilled blood, for example, it would be very obvious on a white surface, but not on a black surface. Kind of the same reason why doctors and scientists wear white coats like this one. Partially to protect the clothing underneath, but also to alert the scientist to a spill or leak that they might not otherwise notice. Although, there are other reasons as well for wearing white, not based in practicality, such as professional appearance."

"Huh, I guess that makes sense."

She nodded after stepping down and beginning to walk toward me, her emerald eyes on the tray of slides in her grasp, gently rattling as she moved. "I'm actually wearing this coat for that reason, to alert me to any spills..." She paused as she set the tray down next to the microscope, only to begin reaching into her pocket as she grinned up at me, the glasses looking so fucking adorable on her. "But also just because I knew you'd find it sexy. Especially in combination with this bodysuit," she added with a wink.

My cock was instantly straining against my shorts again, just from how erotic even the simple things were, like her seductive wink and grin, combined with how she just barely bit her bottom lip afterward.

I cleared my throat, focusing on what she was pulling out of her pocket, the first item a pair of blue gloves. "So do you have a degree in science?" I wondered.

"Not formally," she replied as she donned the gloves, snapping them in place. "But I can assure you I'm more knowledgeable than the average professor at a major university. As I mentioned to Gabriella, I read a lot. Study a lot."

"Like what?" I asked curiously.

She shrugged, reaching into her deep pocket again, her tone casual. "Anything that interests me. I sort of have all the time in the world, and have for a long time, so one of my pastimes is keeping up with modern knowledge."

"I can't even imagine all the things you must know."

She shrugged again, handing me a blood draw kit, I assumed for myself, as she responded. "Well, I'm sure there are humans who are more educated than I am. Maybe not in scope, but in depth. Like I said, it's just a pastime. One that has allowed me to accumulate quite a bit of knowledge over the years only because I've been around so long." She frowned as she focused up at me, her serious expression so ridiculously adorable with her hair in those twin French braids. "Unfortunately, quite a bit of the knowledge I have is outdated, and it would probably take several lifetimes just to cover the material being put out every five years nowadays. I still learn new things from time to time."

I nodded, gesturing with the blood draw kit now in my hand. "I assume you want some of my blood."

Her emerald eyes widened slightly. "Oh, yeah. But I'll help you in just a moment. I was going to start the controls first," she explained, only to pull out two additional tubes of blood from her coat.

My eyebrows shot up as I focused on the tubes, both with purple caps, realizing she had a total of three.

"

Controls

, plural?" I repeated in sincere surprise.

She nodded, beginning to unwrap a syringe she'd pulled out of her pocket. "Yeah, if Gwen and I are going to be around you a ton, then I figured it would be good to know how your blood might affect us too." She then looked up at me, her expression serious. "Kai, I don't want to alarm you, but for all we know, exposure to your blood could kill us."

"Shit," I hissed in shock, not having even remotely anticipated that being her reasoning. If anything, my first thought was that maybe she wanted me to make the two of them like me as well, only to be completely blindsided by

that

possibility of all things. "Do you really think it could?" I finally managed.

She shrugged again. "Honestly, I don't know. Like I said, these things don't always turn out as expected. It's why study and experimentation are so vital. Because sometimes what you think will do one thing has a very different effect." She then focused on me again, holding up the syringe and unmarked tube, which was Natalie's cursed werewolf blood. "But thankfully, I'm not worried about your other bodily fluids hurting us, considering we've already been exposed to them, so I'll still fuck your brains out every chance I get. Risk I'm willing to take to get to fuck

you

."

She giggled when I gulped loudly, finally focusing on the task at hand.