Innocent Devil S Harem Taboo Ch 68

Innocent Devil's Harem Taboo Ch. 68

-- Sexy blonde MILF can't stop fucking.

Original: December 11, 2021

Submitted: March 6, 2025 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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- CHAPTER 68: Mercy -

Avery and her mom were breathing heavily as they clung to each other on the couch, both of them feeling a variety of conflicting emotions right now.

Thanks to Serenity's messages, they both knew that there had been danger, but that everything was alright now. However, what bothered both of them, even though they now understood the reason why, was what they'd been doing while everyone else was in danger.

It all started soon after they felt their man's anxiety and anger.

They were both worried. How could they not be?

But shortly after it all began, the 'unexpected' happened.

Despite their worry, they were both hit with an overwhelming desire...

To have sex!

Of all things!

Even though they'd already fucked so many times, practically all evening thus far, barely taking breaks, and even though everyone they cared about was in danger!

Thankfully, they understood the reason why now.

Understood, when they both unexpectedly felt

a ton of energy

leave their bodies.

Leaving them both feeling exhausted, their sweaty arms and legs intertwined with each other on the couch, Michelle's pink silk robe still on, but fully open in the front, Avery's red silk nightgown still on, but scrunched up on her upper stomach, one of her plump tits hanging out.

They had their wet pussies squished together, scissoring each other as they hugged tightly, overwhelmed from their most recent mutual orgasm.

They both knew that, more than likely, their man had needed the sexual energy to fight.

They were now aware that they probably felt so ridiculously horny because of that need, and that he eventually pulled hard enough on their individual bonds, in order to drain that energy from them, likely for a magical spell. Perhaps one that even helped him win the fight.

But, they still kind of felt bad.

Felt ashamed to be fucking so passionately and vigorously, while everyone else was fearing for their lives. While their man was fighting to defend everyone.

And they kind of felt ashamed for wanting to continue having sex, even now.

Both of them felt waves of pleasure between their thighs again.

Pleasure to have their wet cunts squished together like this.

It felt like an addiction.

They were addicted to this taboo love. Addicted to finally doing what they both had been wanting to do for years now. Something they both assumed would never happen, not in a million years. A mother secretly wishing to fuck her daughter. A daughter desperately wishing to be fucked by her mother.

Neither of them had ever felt so

passionate

before.

As if that passion was a presence of its own, filling them and controlling them, making them want to fuck the shit out of each other forever. Making them

never want to stop

fucking the shit out of each other.

It was so satisfying for them both.

And yet, despite that satisfaction, they couldn't get enough.

They were both just so ridiculously horny.

Specifically horny for each other.

And the smells in the room were overwhelming.

They were both covered in each other's fluids, and yet it wasn't an unpleasant scent, but one of vanilla and flowers. Of love and lust. A smell that made them desperate for more.

They both wanted

to fuck again

.

Avery wanted to fuck her mom again

right now

. Even despite how exhausted they both were, their wet shiny tits rubbing together as they both gasped for air after their most recent exertion.

"I don't think we should feel bad for this," Michelle finally managed, after catching her breath, seeming to know what was on her daughter's mind. "I think we helped him."

"I...I know," Avery admitted, just trying to focus on her breathing, her heart racing. "I know," she repeated with a deeper breath.

Michelle took a deep breath too. "Do you want to take a break, honey?"

"N-No," Avery replied immediately, squeezing tighter.

Michelle turned her head and gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek. "Okay, sweetie. Then maybe we can try a different position, instead. Would you like to bury your face in my pussy, baby girl?"

"Oh mom," Avery whimpered, sincerely feeling overwhelmed with appreciation, just from the offer.

Michelle began pulling away, still out of breath, but desperate to do

more

.

More with her daughter.

"Lay down, honey," she said gently as they began to separate. "I'll sit on your face and eat you out."

Avery whimpered at that, her mind already becoming lost in the passion again, no longer worrying about the others, or whether or not she should feel ashamed about what they were doing. Especially now that she knew this might really help the man she was so infatuated with.

Gasping for breath, now laying on her back, Avery focused up at her mother's slimy wet cunt as the mature blonde got over her, only to reach up and hold onto her mom's hips as the MILF sank down on her daughter's face.

Overwhelmed with passion, Michelle squished down firmly as she too buried her face in her daughter's cunt, both of their pussies covered in their slimy juices.

They both moaned loudly as they began kissing and sucking on each other, completely losing themselves in this bliss.

A bliss they now knew...

Was for their man's benefit.

Just so long as he pulled hard enough on their bond, in order to use up the energy they were creating for him. But even if he didn't, they would still fuck.

Just in case.

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I'd never been in the conservatory before, having only seen the ensuing breakfast room in passing when Miriam took me this way through the dining hall, to get to the stairwell that led to the underground lab. Thus, I was pleasantly surprised by how nice it was inside, expertly designed to feel like a tropical paradise, just without the excessive heat and humidity.

And the subsequent breakfast room, through sliding glass doors, was also pleasantly designed with couches and low coffee tables, rather than a traditional dining table, feeling like a nice transition from the outside space to the inside of the house. The overall design was very open concept, much like the dining hall and grand foyer area.

The actual dining hall was empty, aside from the massive table, with no one in sight, so we passed through quickly on our way to the grand foyer.

It was there that we found Gabriella, standing next to a corpse with a knife sticking out of the chest, the redhead turned with her body angled more toward our direction, but looking toward the large front doors. I could hear Miriam and Gwen now, sounding like they were all the way on the east side of the house, carrying something heavy through the library just past the East Drawing Room, soon to be heading down the main hallway on the first floor.

"Hey," I said to get my busty redhead's attention, vaguely noticing that there was a strange smell in the air.

She squeaked and jerked a little in surprise as she focused on us. "Oh, Kai. You scared me." She glanced at Natalie, and then at me again. "Did you get him?"

I nodded as we moved closer, patting the compass in my shorts pocket. "Yeah, there might be some stragglers out there, but..." My voice trailed off as I focused down at the girl's corpse, shocked by how different it was from the old man. Mainly, whereas he almost became desiccated looking, and truly appeared to transition to a dead body, this girl's hair was still blonde, her skin still smooth and flawless, only looking an unhealthy gray like how Michelle looked when she was truly dead back at the hospital.

Honestly, I wasn't exactly sure how to quantify the difference, except to say that one shade of gray distinctly lacked the hue of life, whereas Michelle's transformed light gray was healthy and appealing in its appearance.

But this girl sincerely looked dead...and still young.

Her eyes were closed, so I had no idea if her irises were still crimson, assuming they must be, but she overall looked peaceful as if she might just be sleeping. Granted, the black veil was still covering the lower half of her face, hiding her bare teeth and cheekless jaw that made her look like a true horror of the night when exposed.

But right now, she looked exactly how a normal person might look at their funeral, just without the cosmetics to give her skin some fake color. It made me wonder why there was a difference, such as if maybe this girl was actually as young as she looked, rather than being hundreds of years old or something.

Gabriella continued, not seeming affected by my pause. "Well, just make sure you leave one of those monsters alive, so that Miriam can use them to break the curse on your stone."

Oh shit!

I looked at Gabriella in alarm, having completely forgotten about that.

She looked alarmed too. "You didn't already kill them all, did you?" she asked seriously. "Is that why you were gone for so long?"

I shook my head. "No." I sighed. "But dammit, I hope we can find one alive. We might actually have to make that a priority, since if there are any alive, then they might not be for long."

Gabriella simply nodded, with me not being surprised that Natalie didn't apologize for blasting that guy's head off, instead of waiting, especially not when we killed another straggler before heading back. At the very least, while I was sure that the blue-haired vixen didn't want to mess up my own plans, it was undoubtedly true that she really needed to see him dead for good.

Because, in a way, she could finally relax now, instead of feeling anxious that he was still alive and might get away if we didn't keep a close eye on him. Granted, he definitely would have died either way, considering that black curse magic had continued to spread up his body, rendering his legs immobile.

Glancing to the hallway opening underneath the twin staircases, I saw Gwen and Miriam come into sight carrying a single wooden box that was roughly two feet wide and tall, while also being roughly four feet long, metal handles on the ends. It was obviously designed to be a typical wooden crate, not meant to store a much longer human body, but I knew Miriam was just aiming for a temporary place to store the bodies for now.

However, I hoped they had another box, because one was probably going to be too small to cram two people inside, even if the older guy was technically missing an arm.

Miriam spoke up right away when she saw me. "Kai, I'll probably have you and Gwen carry this once we get the bodies inside this crate. I'm strong, but doubt I can handle that kind of weight."

I simply nodded as they carried the box over, the two of them straightening out so that they were walking side-by-side now, with the four-foot wooden crate in between them.

She continued. "Just don't use these handles, since they weren't meant to deal with that kind of weight either. More than likely, they'll just tear right off the wood."

"Sure," I agreed hesitantly. "But do you think they'll both fit in there?" I wondered.

"This is just to transport them safely to the hidden basement. I'm afraid I don't have containers long enough to really hold them long-term. I'll have to procure a couple of coffins for that."

"Cliché," Gabriella commented simply.

Miriam simply shrugged as they set the box down about two feet away from the body. "Well, if you think about it, a coffin is literally designed to hold a body. If all you care about is having something just large enough to store a person's corpse, then a coffin is the perfect tool to do so."

"Make sense," Gabriella agreed. "So how are we going to do this? Just pick her up and toss her in?"

"

Carefully

," Miriam emphasized. "We will

carefully

put her in. That knife is exactly where it needs to be, and we don't want to mess with it."

"Right," Gabriella replied. "I didn't mean that literally."

"I figured, but didn't want to chance it," Miriam said with a sigh, while I moved closer to the body in preparation to help pick the blonde vamp up.

Unexpectedly, I became hyperaware of the scent I'd noticed when Natalie and I walked into the room, suddenly realizing what I should have noticed before -- that it wasn't a scent at all.

At least, not a physical one.

It was an aura.

A powerful aura left behind, like what had happened with Natalie, this one full of fear, agony...and betrayal.

The kind of betrayal that was felt after a brief glimmer of hope appeared, only for it to be crushed into oblivion. A small spark igniting, just before being snuffed out.

The sensation was so overwhelming, so powerful, so

agonizing

, that I uncontrollably dropped to my hands and knees, experiencing those emotions as if they were my own for a couple of seconds, feeling that terror, experiencing that crushing betrayal, stunned by the intense overwhelming potency.

"Kai!"

All four women said my name urgently, only for Miriam to continue right away, sounding extremely alarmed. "Kai, what's wrong?!"

Still on my hands and knees, I focused on the gray face so close now, only to look up at Miriam with a pained expression. I almost felt

bitter

all of a sudden, and didn't even fully understand why.

She just seemed confused by the look. "A-Are you mad at me for sealing her? I thought you were angry at both of them."

I struggled to speak as I sat back on my heels, holding onto my thighs in the process, gripping my legs firmly as I tried to stabilize myself. "I...I'm not mad, it's just...Miriam, don't you feel that?"

Her emerald eyes widened. "What do you feel? An aura?"

I focused up at her in surprise, stunned that she didn't sense it as I nodded.

Her emerald gaze shifted to the corpse again, seeming to look her over before responding. "Well, I can detect that something is there, but it's too faint to really sense it. Might be because she's female and you're part incubus, since I personally tend to sense male auras better than female auras. Although, I honestly didn't think much of it, since it's not uncommon for people to leave behind an aura when they've been killed."

Killed

.

That's what this was.

That's what I was feeling in this aura.

It was the sensation of being killed when it wasn't expected, just like Natalie mentioned earlier.

I looked up at the short minx in shock. "So then, sealing them is essentially like killing them," I realized, wondering why such an obvious fact hadn't fully sunk in previously. I mean, obviously, they were dead, but the assumption that they could come back to life made me not realize the significance of that fact.

That they were still dead.

That they'd both still been killed.

Just like I'd been killed only a day ago, prior to coming back to life.

And dying still felt like

dying

.

Miriam grimaced. "I'm sorry, Kai. I didn't mean to upset you. I assumed we were on the same page about the threat they pose, and you seemed completely on board with how I handled the other guy. I would have talked with you about this first, had I known you would have had a different opinion."

I was shocked by the direction this conversation had taken, causing me to sigh heavily. "Well, I

didn't

have a different opinion, but this aura..." I focused up at her, finally realizing how truly bizarre it was that we were even talking about this. "Honestly, I'm kind of surprised you care what I want so much, as opposed to just doing what you know needs to be done."

She mimicked my sigh, resting her hands on her bony hips. "Kai, this brand new relationship of ours is

so

very important to me. Yes, it would be detrimental to let either one of them go free, and I would make a point to ensure you understood the implications of such a decision, that lives would be lost if we let them go, but I wouldn't risk

us

over something like that. Our relationship is too important."

I nodded, taking a deep breath. "Well, as I said, I didn't inherently have a problem with this plan."

"But now?" she said hesitantly, her emerald eyes deeply concerned.

I didn't respond, instead focusing on the fear and betrayal I was sensing, hoping that it would be like Natalie's aura, where it was similar to a snapshot of the whole thing, allowing me to get to the core of who this person was.

And then, I felt it, the essence of what made up the foundation of this aura.

It was surprisingly neutral feeling, giving me no indication what kind of a person this girl was, other than this one trait, which seemed neither good nor bad. Unlike Natalie, who I knew might be stubborn due to her aura's defiant nature that arose from her core personality trait to press on and persist, no matter what, I found this core difficult to define.

The neutrality of it implied nonconfrontational, almost as if she would go out of her way to avoid conflict, as if she completely opposed discord, and her life revolved around that aspect of her personality.

But then, as I tried to think of a name to call it, the word that came to mind was not what I was expecting.

Because if Natalie's core aura could be defined as Defiance...

This girl's aura could be defined as

Compliance

...

I honestly had no idea what that might even mean, but realized it made sense given her role as a supposed princess, who might live a life where she did as she was told, rather than one of superficial freedom where she did as she pleased.

However, I felt like one thing was clear...

She wasn't a threat like that man was.

Miriam spoke up again when I didn't respond, getting down on her knees to get my attention, almost like a physical gesture of her desire to be on my level. To do things together, rather than apart.

"Kai," she said simply.

I looked up at Gabriella's somber expression, and then glanced back at Gwen, before focusing on the small redhead in front of me. I then sighed heavily, glancing at the dead blonde next to me. "So...vampires inside your mansion can't leave without your permission," I commented quietly.

Miriam hesitated, seeming uncertain about what I was trying to say. "Normally, that's not how 'being invited' or 'uninvited' works, but yes. It appears that's the case. For them."

I nodded. "Obviously, that man is dangerous, and highly skilled at fighting. But..." I paused to glance up at her. "But do you think this girl could pose a risk to your safety? If she wanted to?"

Miriam seemed to choose her words carefully. "It's not a risk I would normally take." She then sighed heavily, glancing down at the corpse too. "But no. At least, not within my own domain. There are certain measures I could take." She paused again, looking back up at me tentatively. "Why, Kai? What are you wanting me to do? Because if she does try harming me, then it might mean I'm forced to really kill her. And not only me. I still have humans who work here, and if she brought harm to even one of them..." She paused with a grimace, seeming sincerely disturbed by the idea of one of her humans getting hurt, only to take a deep breath. "She'd have to agree to drink from blood bags, which I can get her without a problem, but if she hurts even one person..." Her voice trailed off again as she gritted her teeth.