Innocent Devil S Harem Taboo Ch 73

Innocent Devil's Harem Taboo Ch. 73

-- Serviced by the sexy Maid for breakfast.

Original: February 6, 2022

Submitted: May 29, 2025 to Literotica (Copyright 2022 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 73: Breakfast -

As I sat up on the edge of the silk-covered bed in the basement room designated for Gwen, I tried to collect my thoughts and fully wake up while listening to Natalie softly breathe behind me. It was strange, because it felt like I was remembering a foggy dream I'd just woken up from, but in reality that 'dream' was the little details of all the noises I'd been paying attention to all night.

Truly, it almost felt like I'd never actually fallen asleep, even though I knew I was unconscious.

Although...

The part about Avery

had

to be a dream.

She obviously wasn't with us right now, both her and Michelle having stayed over at their own house for the night, so the sensation that she'd been in bed with me and Natalie obviously wasn't real. However, despite having definitely been asleep, I felt like I needed another five hours, having only woken up because I apparently heard something that finally caught my attention.

Specifically, I'd started waking up when I realized Mrs. Rebecca and Miriam were talking about me, and then I

really

woke up when the busty redhead made a comment indicating that she already knew I'd changed Gabriella.

But that was fine. After listening, I assumed that Miriam must have tipped her off on a phone call, giving her enough information for her to figure out the rest on her own. Either that, or I missed a whispered conversation that might have occurred when she first arrived.

Hard to say.

But I was far from well-rested at this point.

I'd already been kind of sleep deprived before, and then I had that huge fight with all those werewolves on top of everything else, never mind all the times I'd had sex with Miriam the previous evening. So yeah, the four or five hours that I'd been asleep wasn't going to cut it long-term.

But, I could manage to stay awake for a while at least.

I supposed I might go ahead and ask Mrs. Rebecca if she could drive me home...

And I guess Natalie too, since she'd indicated she wanted to come with me. Probably best to keep her close by anyway, just to ensure nothing strange happened with her body in a few hours. I assumed that she was good now, her transformation complete, her curse broken, but if there was going to be a problem then it would definitely be most ideal for her to be near me.

However...

Glancing over my shoulder, I focused on Natalie's unconscious form, realizing she was pretty wiped too. And

not

thirsty for blood, surprisingly. In our bond, much like I could determine the needs of my own hand, I could sense that her body had everything it required right now, having no wants other than the desire to sleep. She didn't need to eat, drink, or even use the bathroom.

She only needed sleep.

Made sense, considering she'd actually fallen asleep in the car the previous day when we first visited Miriam and Gwen in that field, likewise seeming kind of sleep deprived. Add that on top of such an eventful night, and I suspected we could both pass out for half a day before we started feeling more normal again.

Listening to the other noises in the house, I noted that it sounded as if Gwen was in the kitchen, mentioning something softly to Rosa, though I couldn't quite make it out what she said.

With Miriam and Rebecca's conversation, they'd been speaking at normal volume, so I managed to hear even though they were on the second floor. But if they'd chosen to have their conversation in hushed whispers then I might not have been able to make it out.

Deciding to stand up and stretch, I was a little surprised when it sounded like Gwen was heading down the first floor hallway, and then even more surprised when she started heading down the basement stairs, a tray gently rattling as she walked, her hooves clacking against the wood-covered concrete stairs.

Did she realize I was awake?

I supposed it was possible, since not only did I have an awareness of her general location, but I also now kind of sensed the fact that she was obviously conscious. Never mind the fact that she could basically read minds, to an extent, although I had no idea what her range was. But the overall sensation was somewhat similar to what I experienced with Natalie, except that the werewolf bond was so much stronger.

But that just made me wonder if I could form this type of strong bond with anyone.

After all, for all I knew, the bond that I now shared with Natalie might not be because she'd been a werewolf.

Instead, it might have more to do with there being in inherent power to how I'd dominated her in bed...

But then, might that mean I could develop a stronger bond with the others too? And did the development of that bond necessarily need to be dominating, or could other things strengthen it? Truly, I had no idea, but I figured it might be worth trying out, to see if I could strengthen my awareness of the others.

Opening the door, and removing the temporary barrier around the room, I stepped out into the concrete hall to find that Gwen had changed into her maid outfit at some point in time, a content smile touching her purple lips as she walked, her hooves clacking on the concrete like she was wearing high heels, the black fur on her legs looking like silk stockings, seeing that she was carrying a tray of food.

Specifically, a stack of five pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries on top, a glass syrup dispenser next to the fancy plate, along with what appeared to be a bowl of cream of wheat with cinnamon and brown sugar sprinkled on top. Then, there were two glasses, one of milk and the other of orange juice.

"Good morning, master," the sexy devil maid replied affectionately, her slitted crimson eyes endearing. "I had hope that you might be interested in breakfast in bed."

I couldn't help but be touched by the gesture, but I also found myself quickly distracted by her overall sexiness, having almost forgotten how fucking hot she looked in her silk maid outfit, the chest portion going so low that her modest B-cup breasts looked like they would spill out, her massive nipples barely hidden.

I tried to clear my throat, speaking bluntly without thinking. "Umm, if you mean breakfast in bed while I fuck you, then yeah. I definitely want to dive into those pancakes while I dive into your pussy."

Her face flushed.

I quickly backtracked. "Sorry, that was way more vulgar than I was intending. I absolutely love it that you made me breakfast, and I would love to share it with you. Or to at least share in your company and talk while I eat."

Her crimson eyes widened, seeming surprised. "You may fuck me, master. I didn't think you were vulgar at all. I like that you want my body. I like that I'm appealing to you. I love that you want to know me and explore me. Thank you for speaking to me in the manner that you do."

I scratched the back of my head. "Umm, you're welcome? So then, should we move into the room? Or go out into the living area?"

The main basement we were in was furnished much like the average basement, feeling like a massive living room with a couple of sectional couches and low tables in the main area, the hardwood floors matching the rest of the house. Alternatively, the room Natalie and I'd slept in didn't really have a place to set a tray, aside from the bed that Natalie was currently sleeping on, and I didn't want to spill anything.

Gwen nodded, seemingly at my thoughts, angling herself away from me. "Follow me, master. If you want, you can eat your fill while I service you."

Holy shit!

I went from 'not really horny' to 'hard as a rock' in a matter of seconds.

Could we really do that? I mean, there was no reason why not, right? Like, it sounded like she actually

wanted

to suck on my cock while I ate, and suddenly I realized I wanted that too.

Shit, that sounded like heaven!

She made an amused noise in her throat, her furry black tail noticeably swaying now behind her. "Your cum is tasty, master. Of course I want to suck on your cock."

Shit!

I tried to swallow the sudden lump in my throat as I followed her past the stairs and to the rest of the room, realizing she had her gold and sapphire butt plug in again when she bent over much further than she needed to in order to set the tray down on the glass table, her tail raising up high, revealing enough of her ass for me to see the icy blue jewel between her muscular fluffy cheeks.

Oh fuck.

This was literally the best wakeup call ever!

"Master," she said as she stood straight again. "Please remove your shorts and have a seat. Just focus on eating the breakfast I made for you, and I'll focus on making you feel good."

Of course, at this point all I was wearing was my gym shorts, so removing them resulted in me being naked. Not that I minded at all, but if someone came downstairs then there would be no doubts about what was going on. Not that it would be a big deal if Miriam or Rebecca saw, but Natalie might be a bit flustered if she woke up and came down the hall, never mind the fact that there was a blonde vamp running around somewhere who would definitely be shocked.

Oh well.

I did as the sexy devil maid asked and had a seat on the black leather couch, reaching out to scoot the tray a little closer as she got one furry knee on the couch and leaned over me to begin planting tender kisses on my shoulder and upper back.

My body was definitely flushed gray now, my hair stark white, my eyes black and gold.

Part of me

didn't

want to ignore her, especially when she started planting kisses on my neck, but the moment I turned my head toward her, she gently scolded me.

"Please eat, master."

I gulped as I finally leaned forward a little to begin pouring the syrup over the pancakes, my gray hand trembling slightly, and grabbed the fork and butter knife to start cutting out a piece. In the meantime, Gwen moved more on to the couch behind me, her soft hands gently gliding against my chest, her massive nipples covered in silk hard against my back, all while she continued to plant kisses with her soft purple lips, definitely seeming to enjoy herself.

It was more than that, I could feel a 'want' coming from her.

A '

need

.'

She had a deep desire to show me affection, causing me to realize this wasn't just for me. It was truly what she wanted too. By no means was she sacrificing anything right now. If anything, she'd made me breakfast specifically in hopes that she might be able to explore my body as a reward for her service in preparing it for me.

Shit, this was actually a reward for

her

, and she was loving every second.

She took her time touching my chest and stomach, continuing to feel me up and down as she slowly sat behind me with her furry thighs on either side of me, spreading her legs more and hiking up her skirt to press her furry pussy against my lower back.

I could finally feel her swollen lips when she gently shimmied back and forth a little to scoot even more firmly against me, resuming her kisses on my upper back while grabbing my chest firmly in both hands to feel my muscles. When she unexpectedly moaned, shifting her weight slightly, I realized she was sitting right on her butt plug, pressure being put on her asshole while she gently grinded into my back.

I did my best to focus on not dripping syrup as I took another bite, my cock beginning to hurt it was so hard as her intense warmth seeped into me even despite the magical plug keeping her temperature mostly under control. Shit, I felt like I was in an oven right now, and I was loving every second of it.

Her body felt amazing against mine.

Gwen continued to moan and whimper as her grinding became more intense, her passion escalating as she rubbed her face into my back while basically humping me, the couch beginning to creak as she thrust down on her butt plug over and over again.

Her body began to tense then, her thighs squeezing tightly into mine, forcing my gray legs closed, my dark cock still standing at attention and leaking profusely, only for her to begin slowing down on the grinding. However, oddly enough, I could sense that she hadn't climaxed, instead having just gotten really close and then carefully beginning to edge away before the peak.

She was still super horny though, hanging pretty close to getting there, to the point that it probably wouldn't take much more stimulation for her to get there.

But instead, she simply remained at that point, passion flowing out of her as she provided herself just enough stimulation to almost cum, over and over again.

"M-Master," she finally whispered, her voice sounding overwhelmed with lust. "Please feed on my energy."

My eyes widened in surprise, realizing this wasn't just about her enjoying herself after all, even though I was perfectly fine with that. No, on the contrary, she was trying to feed me in another way too. More than just food, she was trying to give me the type of sustenance that someone like me specifically needed.

Gwen was trying to take care of

all

my needs.

All of them

.

And I realized I actually was hungry for more than food. I hadn't notice before but that pool of energy, the kind I didn't view as disposable, but instead perceived as necessary to sustain myself, was actually less than it had been prior to falling asleep. Shit, of course it would be less, just like the food I ate didn't sustain me forever.

Eventually, I had to eat again.

And just like Miriam, who claimed she had to fuck every other day at minimum to remain healthy, I realized I too needed another's passion to refill my slowly draining tanks of sexual energy.

Damn.

"Gwen," I whispered, setting my fork down, my meal half-eaten, and resting my hands on her heated forearms. "I love you so much. Please cum for me, and then suck on my cock."

She gasped at my words, her passion surging even more, a loud unrestrained moan escaping out of her mouth as she began grinding against me again at full throttle, her powerful thighs continuing to clamp my legs shut as she began rocking her pussy roughly into me, only to thrust down on her butt plug in repeated succession.

Her moan grew even louder, to the point it was obvious she was completely lost in the moment, the world around us vanishing as she was enveloped in an overwhelming surge of desire.

"

M-Master

!" she screamed as she jerked forward into me, her arms wrapping tightly around my torso as her pussy squirted against my lower back, her hips beginning to thrust uncontrollably as her climax continued. "

UHHHHHH

!" she exclaimed.

My own cock was throbbing now, actively leaking precum with each pulse, prompting her to reach down and grab the head tightly in her grasp, the sensation almost enough to make me shoot my load. However, she released then and began sitting back as she pulled her own hand back behind me, holding it up to her face.

I turned my head enough to watch her begin licking my precum off her palm and fingers, her crimson eyes rolling into the back of her head as she did so, beginning to moan as her shockingly long tongue worked between her fingers.

Curious about it, this not being the first time I'd noticed that her tongue was longer than normal, I decided to bring it up.

"How long is your tongue?" I wondered casually.

She moaned again, giving her palm one last lick, before responding. Her tone became a little hesitant though. "Do you want to see, master? It might disturb you."

I shook my head. "No, I think it's hot."

Her purple lips tugged into a small smile, but she still seemed uncertain. "The portion I can stick out of my mouth is a little over six inches. In total, my tongue is over eight inches long, if you count the part inside."

At first, I wasn't too surprised by that, figuring it was something similar to those measurements, but then she stuck her tongue out...

And reached all the way up to her forehead, the tip tapping almost at her hairline.

Holy fuck!

"Holy shit, that's long!" I said out loud, completely dumbfounded to see her tongue literally hiding her nose as it reached to the top of her forehead. "How does it all fit in your mouth?"

She seemed amused at my reaction. "How does a man's cock stay so small when they aren't using it?" she mused. "Just like

your own

tongue, mine is shorter when it's relaxed, but can extend quite a bit when it's tensed. My tongue would probably be perceived as 'meatier' than the average tongue, but there's nothing really unusual about it."

"And you were born that way?" I assumed.

She nodded. "Many types of demons have long tongues. At least, compared to humans. And certain types of cursed creatures do too. As a vampire, no doubt that Rosa's tongue is longer than usual, or can at least grow when she's hungry. And my mistress has a tongue measuring about four inches from her mouth. She can easily touch her nose with it."

Damn, I was pretty sure I couldn't touch my nose with mine, not that I necessarily wanted a longer tongue. Although, that got me wondering.

"And what do you do with your long tongue?" I asked.

Of course, I realized that was probably a dumb question, just like someone asking me what I do with my shorter tongue, but she understood from my thoughts what I meant.

Again, she sounded amused. "Yes, master. I've used it many times to fuck my mistress. If I strain, then it grows thicker. She enjoys having my tongue in her pussy, and I enjoy it as well. I love her taste. And she sometimes asks me to sleep between her legs, my tongue shoved up her pussy all night."

Holy fuck, if I wasn't already about to explode, then that would have put me right on the edge.

Instead, I was throbbing intensely again, even more precum leaking down my cock.

My balls were practically covered in it now.

"I apologize, master," she unexpectedly said, beginning to ease herself more away from me in preparation to get up. "Please forgive me for making you wait. I hope you enjoyed your meal, and I hope you continue to enjoy dessert."

I wasn't done eating the pancakes yet, but I knew what she meant. The passion I just absorbed was the main course, and the blowjob was the icing on the cake.

Damn, she'd brought only a single dish, not counting the bowl of cream of wheat, but in reality this was like a five-course meal, just with only a portion of it being actual food.

Figuring she'd want me to continue eating, I raised my arms briefly as Gwen knelt on my left side, only to lower my left hand to her exposed upper back as she began licking my cock, her long tongue going all the way down to my balls and then sliding back up my shaft repeatedly.

Oh fuck.

In the meantime, I attempted to get another bite of pancake on my fork, my hand trembling slightly as I aimed it for my mouth and then began chewing, all while her tongue encouraged even more precum to leak.

Shit, I was going to pop the moment she engulfed me.

Gwen made an amused noise in her throat, seemingly at my thoughts, only to suck in a deep breath as she abruptly leaned down.

Suddenly, my entire shaft was buried in her mouth, the head abruptly squeezed in the back of her throat, her intense warmth enveloping my entire cock as she began swallowing me, squeezing the head even more.