INNOCENT DEVIL’S HAREM CH. 02

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INNOCENT DEVIL’S HAREM CH. 02 — Kai gets rewarded for saving her Hot Friend.

(Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)

Submitted to Sexstories: March 18, 2022

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

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– CHAPTER 2: Revealed –

After a few long minutes, Gabriella finally stepped down off the last step and began slowly walking in my direction, toward the couch. I was facing away from her, but I knew she could see that I was sitting up.

She carefully walked around the corner and then stopped when she saw that my face was completely hidden against my knees. Suddenly, I wondered if any of my white hair was showing out of the blanket.

Was that the real reason she stopped so abruptly?

Her heart was still racing as she tried to speak. “I…” She immediately stopped as her pulse burst into an even faster gallop, finding herself unable to talk.

Sighing heavily, I lifted my head up to look at her. She immediately turned her head away, clutching her hand in front of her chest. Of course, the first thing I did was confirm that she was wearing silky pajamas — dark purple ones, that highlighted her damp red hair and green eyes. Of all the things that Gabriella could have picked, she chose those, never mind the fact that my housemate must have gotten them only recently.

Seeing her in them, and thinking about Serenity in them, had my face turning red, even as the skin on my torso turned dark gray. I immediately slammed my forehead back down on my knees before my face became darker, prompting Gabriella to gasp in surprise.

“Are you okay?” she asked urgently, her concern breaking through her nervousness briefly.

I grunted in response, but didn’t say anything. The gray had creeped up my neck and was climbing my jawline now. I had to get a grip!

Taking advantage of the opportunity of her slowed pulse, Gabriella finally managed to say what was on her mind. “I just wanted to thank you. I didn’t get a chance earlier…” Her voice trailed off.

‘Just play dumb. Just play dumb.’

“You’re welcome.”

‘Dammit, you idiot! You fucking idiot!’

I sighed heavily, annoyed at myself now. So much for that plan. But then again, would she have really believed me if I denied it at this point? Honestly, I should have just left after stabbing the serial killer, although I knew that I wouldn’t have actually done things differently if given a second chance.

It was quiet for a few minutes, both of us silent, prompting me to slowly lift my head again to see what she was doing. She had been watching me intently, but looked away the moment I made eye contact, her face flushed.

“Is that all?” I wondered, confused why she hadn’t left yet. I couldn’t imagine what else she’d want.

Still looking away, she cleared her throat. “Can…” She hesitated. “Can I sit down?”

I was briefly both glad and annoyed by the fact that the couch was the only seating available in the living room. Technically, she could sit on the low coffee table a couple of feet away, but I would never ask her to do that. Granted, I might have considered it myself, were it not for the fact that I was literally trapped by my slowly transforming body, afraid to move for fear that it might scare her if she saw.

Serenity and I had a flat screen TV in the corner of the room, but it was at an odd angle from the couch, since neither of us watched it with any frequency. Instead, the furniture faced a decorated stone fireplace set into the wall, which we actually used occasionally in the winter. It was more for nostalgia though, rather than practicality, since it wasn’t great at heating upstairs on really cold nights.

However, I sincerely enjoyed the nights when we’d light it up and sit on the couch together with hot chocolate. It would definitely be considered romantic, by anyone’s standard, were it not for the fact that she was so much older than me and probably would never view me as an option for a romantic partner.

I also enjoyed the excuse to chop firewood. It gave me something kind of fun to do, even though I was aware I only liked it because it wasn’t a daily chore.

Sighing again, I nodded in response to Gabriella’s question, and she slowly plopped down at the other end of the couch, leaving an empty spot between us. She then brought her knees up to her chest and mimicked my sitting position, resting her chin on her knees. The silky purple bottoms fit her well, but the silk top wasn’t as great of a fit.

Gabriella was just as thin as Serenity, but her chest was significantly larger, threatening to reveal skin between the buttons in the front. I was glad she was unintentionally hiding it with her legs. I also began to wonder if they had stopped at her apartment after all, since she was wearing a bra now. She may have just forgotten pajamas due to being in a hurry. If she was anything like Serenity, then underwear and a fresh shirt would have been her top priority.

Gabriella remained silent for a few seconds, allowing her heart to calm down, before speaking again. “Are you mad at me?” she wondered.

I glanced at her, seeing that she was looking away, thereby forcing me to respond verbally. I sighed and averted my gaze too. “No.”

“Oh,” she replied, tightening her embrace on her knees. “I wondered if that was why your hair is white right now…”

Dammit!

I quickly reached up and pulled the blanket further over my forehead, trying to cover it up, only to notice that my fingernails were black now too. Sighing, I realized that my being coy was futile at this point, especially since I was failing so miserably at it. I just needed to accept that we’d already crossed the line.

She knew my secret and there was no hiding it.

“Well, strong emotions do force it to happen,” I admitted quietly. “So anger could be one reason.”

She hesitated before responding, her heart rate picking up again. When she finally spoke, it was barely a whisper. “Am I the reason your hair is white right now?”

Not wanting to give a direct answer, I quickly changed the subject. “You didn’t say anything to Serenity, right?”

“No, of course not,” she reassured me. “You asked me not to.”

Taking a deep breath, I realized that might mean she hadn’t figured it out recently. “So, you recognized me earlier, didn’t you?”

I saw her tighten her grip on her knees again from the corner of my eye. “I didn’t realize it was you until the light from my phone let me get a better look at your face.” She then paused, briefly glancing at me, before looking away. “I admit, I was surprised to realize Serenity’s younger…err, roommate, saved me.”

I immediately didn’t like that she included the word ‘younger,’ scoffing in response. “I’m only two years younger than you,” I retorted. “And technically an adult.”

Her eyes widened in surprise from my sudden annoyance. “Oh…” She gave me an apologetic look. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Sorry,” I replied sincerely, already regretting my tone. “I don’t know why that bothered me. You’ve been through enough without me making you feel bad.”

She shook her head, speaking in a whisper. “No, I’m sorry.”

I tried to keep my voice gentle. “Why are you sorry?” I wondered, confused by her apology.

“Well…” She hesitated, seeming uncertain. “I mean, even Serenity doesn’t know, right? Does anyone know?”

I shook my head, not wanting to meet her gaze. “Just you,” I admitted, only to be surprised when I suddenly smelt her scent become tainted with a new emotion.

Guilt.

I spoke with more empathy this time. “Hey,” I said softly, turning to look at her fully. She glanced at me, only to blush and avert her gaze. “Don’t feel guilty. If anything, it’s my fault. I didn’t have to stick around so long.”

“I’m glad you did,” she admitted quietly. “But…why did you?”

I shrugged in response, focusing on the fireplace. “I guess I was just worried about you. I didn’t want to leave you all alone after what happened. I knew you were scared…” My voice trailed off.

“I still am,” she admitted.

My tone was full of shame. “Sorry.” I rested my forehead against my knees again, hiding my eyes. In response, I heard her lean toward me abruptly, causing me to flinch.

“N-No, not of you,” she exclaimed. She then pulled back when she realized she’d almost reached out to touch me. She lowered her voice as she continued. “You make me feel safe. I was glad Serenity invited me to stay the night. I would have asked anyway.”

“Oh.” I looked back up at her, and for the first time she met my gaze for several long seconds before looking away, her face flushed. “You’re not afraid of me?” I wondered.

She shook her head. “I mean, you saved my life. And you live with Serenity, so that means you’re safe, right?”

“If I wasn’t safe, do you really think I’d tell you?”

“Well, I guess maybe not,” she replied, only to fall silent before switching subjects slightly. “What all do you eat?” she asked.

I pursed my lips, wondering why she was inquiring about my diet a second time after she’d already asked my friend. “Same stuff as you? Although, I have to admit, I really like meat.”

“Oh, well, I mean…” She paused as her face turned even more red. “Do you, like, drink blood or anything?”

I just stared at her for a second, before laughing, trying to stop myself from being too loud.

“Why is that funny?” she asked seriously, completely baffled by my reaction.

“I’m not a vampire,” I replied, continuing to chuckle. “I don’t drink blood, and I wasn’t bitten. As far as I know, I was born this way.”

“Oh, sorry.” Her expression dropped. “I didn’t know.”

“Does that disappoint you?” I wondered seriously. “That I’m not dangerous?”

“N-No,” she stuttered. “I’m glad you’re safe. That’s actually preferable.”

“Wait.” Now I was confused. “Preferable? Are you saying it doesn’t matter to you if I’m safe or not?”

“No…” She suddenly looked away again, her cheeks turning even more red as she tried to explain herself. She then began to speak, only to stop abruptly, placing her hands over her face and remaining quiet for a few minutes before continuing. Finally, she worked up the courage to say what was on her mind. “I just…kind of like you. A lot.”

I was honestly shocked to hear her admit she liked me, prompting my spine and chest to instantly turn dark gray, but I tried to remain skeptical that her interest was sincere. “Because I saved you?” I assumed.

She shook her head with her hands still covering her face. “No, I thought that before…” She sucked in a deep breath. “When we first met…”

Still in disbelief, I scoffed. “But you don’t even know me.”

A part of me was already kicking myself in the ass for blurting that out, because I really kind of just wanted to take advantage of this situation. But the problem was that Gabriella knowing my secret meant she could betray me if things didn’t work out. Which thus meant, I couldn’t afford to start something with her when she was only interested because I’d saved her from something horrible.

Gabriella abruptly looked at me. “That’s not true,” she retorted, regarding her not knowing me. However, upon meeting my gaze, she hid her face a second time as she leaned away slightly. “I mean, okay, yes. You’re sort of right. But after we met briefly that first time, I asked Serenity more about you — asked what you were like. Although I didn’t know you cooked or were adopted until just a little bit ago.” She took a deep breath. “But, assuming she was telling me the truth, then I do really like you, and…” She paused for another few seconds, her heart rate picking up again. “And…I can tell you like me too.”

“What?” I said in surprise. “How can you tell?”

“I mean…” she started, her pulse throbbing harder as she glanced at me. “Well, I mean…don’t you?” She seemed vulnerable again, like she was afraid of being rejected, wondering if she was misinterpreting my body language.

I supposed it was stupid of me to think that my attraction to her was anything but obvious. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and then just decided to tell her the truth. “When we first met, I disappeared right away because I was really attracted to you. I almost transformed right in front of you both.”

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “I’m sorry!”

Instead of chastising her for apologizing again for something that really wasn’t her fault, bycasino I instead just put my forehead back down on my knees, unable to believe I’d really said it.

After I was silent for a few seconds, she continued. “Is that what’s happening right now? I’m making you…transform?”

Knowing that her eyes were on me, I simply nodded in response.

“Does it hurt?” she wondered.

I lifted my head again, surprised by the question. I was pretty confident the sides of my face were showing signs of graying, but she didn’t seem fazed by it. “No, actually it feels really good.”

“Then why hold back now?” she asked. “I think Serenity is asleep.”

I shook my head. “No, she’s in bed, but still awake. Granted, she probably will be asleep really soon.”

“Oh!” Gabriella’s emerald eyes widened. “How do you know?”

I hesitated again, uncertain if I should really disclose all my secrets, especially since what I was capable of was kind of invasive to people’s privacy. “Well…” I began slowly. “My senses are a lot stronger than most people. That’s how I found you. I remembered what you smell like.”

She suddenly seemed concerned. “Do I smell okay?” she whispered.

“Yes,” I quickly agreed. “You smell amazing, actually. I’m pretty sure it’s because you’re a vegetarian.”

“That’s good,” she replied in relief. She then paused as she contemplated her next question. “So, do you know how far away I was when you, umm, found my scent?”

I nodded. “Probably about ten miles, more or less.”

Gabriella’s green eyes widened in surprise. “Ten miles? You can smell me from that far away?”

I nodded again, still feeling kind of hesitant to explain just how heightened my senses were, but realizing it probably couldn’t hurt at this point. “I can smell the lip balm on your lips,” I said, only to blush when I focused on them, quickly moving on. “As well as the container in your purse upstairs. I can smell the dinner I made in the fridge. I can smell the gasoline in the two cars outside. I can both hear and smell an owl that’s probably a little over a mile away. And if I concentrate really hard…” I closed my eyes, paying close attention to what my nose and ears were telling me before continuing. “I can smell someone smoking, parked in a running car off the side of the main road about five miles away. All from sitting right here.”

Gabriella stared at me in disbelief for a moment. “That’s…well, that’s amazing.” She looked away, seeming pensive, beginning to sound like she was speaking to herself. “Although, I’m not sure how that’s even possible, because the nose needs odorants in the air to detect a scent. It would mean that faint traces of the cigarette smoke were here in the house…” Her voice trailed off.

My eyes widened in surprise. “How do you know so much about the nose?”

She blushed, focusing down at the carpet. “Well, I just remember it from biology class in high school. I also took an anatomy and physiology class.”

“Oh. I’m in a second year of chemistry instead. I’m not a fan of looking at the details of the human body.”

Except in private. Only in private.

“Because you might transform?” she assumed.

“Maybe,” I hedged with a shrug. “Just didn’t seem like a good idea.” She didn’t respond, and it was quiet for a few more minutes as I listened to her racing heart. She was hugging her knees tightly again, making me wonder if she was afraid to ask something in particular.

Finally, she spoke. “Is Serenity asleep yet?” she asked.

Her unexpected question, and the potential implications of it, pushed me over the edge, and I felt my face rapidly turn dark gray while my eyes transition to yellow irises set within black pools.

Stuttering, I responded. “Y-Yes, w-why?” But I already had an idea of what she was thinking, because I could smell her arousal. She was just as turned on as I was.

She blushed when she saw my face change, knowing exactly why. Her own face was so red it was almost darker than her hair now.

“I…I just…” She hid her face again by resting her forehead on her knees as she tried to collect her thoughts. “I just wondered if I could move closer…”

“But why?” I asked seriously, still wondering what she planned on doing once she was. Obviously, I had ideas, but my housemate was upstairs right now. And even if she was asleep, I couldn’t chance her waking up and catching me doing something with her best friend!

However, Gabriella didn’t respond, her face still hidden, and suddenly I could smell the saltiness of her tears as she began to silently cry. Had I offended her? Did she feel rejected?

Unsure of what to say, I quickly reached over to the space between us and patted the cushion. She looked up in surprise, her expression turning apologetic.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered as she scooted over.

I wasn’t sure if she was apologizing for crying, or possibly feeling like she was being manipulative with her tears. However, my cock went from ‘slightly stiff’ to ‘hard as a rock’ when I noticed the way the lamp’s light reflected off her shiny purple pajamas as she moved. It aroused me way more than I even anticipated, and I was suddenly glad my housemate had never worn these after all.

I mean, on the one hand, I definitely wanted to see Serenity in them, but on the other hand, I couldn’t exactly afford to accidentally pop a boner and turn gray in front of her either.

Even if it weren’t for the change in appearance, she’d probably be disgusted to know I was aroused by her.

Once Gabriella got settled, she ended up being only a couple of inches away from me, but it already felt like she was touching me — as if there was an invisible arc of electricity spanning the gap between our bodies. I wanted to reach out and touch her so badly, though I knew that would be a mistake. She’d just been through so much, and here I felt like I was in danger of climbing on top of her and forcing her to help her get rid of my virginity right then and there.

Would she stop me? Was it right for me to take advantage of this situation?

Horny or not, I couldn’t imagine that was what she wanted right now.

Resting my chin on my knees again, I hugged my legs tightly, my cock throbbing between my thighs as I angled my face away from her. I wasn’t sure if my dark gray skin would show that my face was flushed, but I couldn’t help but feel like I needed to hide my reaction anyway. Granted, now that I was fully transformed, minus my wings, there was no way she couldn’t know how she was affecting me.

She was quiet for a few more minutes, mimicking my posture again, before she finally asked her next question.

“Is it alright…if I touch your hair?” Gabriella wondered.

Without looking, I replied simply. “Yes.”

She hesitated only briefly before I felt her hand gently grab the blanket and pull it off my head, revealing my pure white hair. She then reached up and, with trembling fingers, began stroking the top. Almost immediately she sighed heavily, and I could actually sense her muscles relax. She let the leg closest to me slowly slide down until her foot was just barely touching the floor, with her other knee still at her chest.

“Why?” I whispered.

“Why what?” she replied immediately, seeming a lot calmer. I could still smell that she was aroused, but everything about her body appeared to relax the moment she began touching me.

“Why is this helping you?” I clarified.

She was pensive for a moment as she considered the question, beginning to run her fingers more firmly through my hair against my scalp. I shivered from the sensation, tilting my head forward as goosebumps appeared all over my neck and arms, resting my forehead on my knees again.

Shit, I’d pay her to do this, all night and day. It felt amazing.

Granted, now that I was thinking about it, I’d totally pay her for sex too, though I felt horrible for even thinking that. Especially when I considered where the money I would use came from.

“Well,” she began. “This is really healing for me.” She then paused, working up the courage to talk about what happened to her earlier that day. “That man…he beat me. And he touched me. Although, you saved me from the worst of it.” She sighed. “But I still feel…dirty. Even after a shower.” She took a deep breath. “But when I touch you, it makes me feel cleaner. If that makes any sense.”

I nodded, understanding exactly what she meant. I hadn’t been physically dirty either, after killing the bastard, but still felt like I needed to wash off. “That’s why I took a shower for over an hour,” I admitted. “I sort of felt like that after killing him.”

“I’m sorry,” she replied quietly. I could smell guilt tainting her scent a second time.

“I’d do it again,” I said quickly. “Without hesitation.” I was still hiding my face against my knees, even though she’d stopped running her fingers through my hair. “So, don’t be sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner. It looked like it was a close one…” My voice trailed off.

Gabriella resumed running her fingertips through my hair. “Well, sort of. He wasn’t planning on killing me for another few hours. He…” She stopped abruptly, and I could feel her hand begin to tremble again, but it wasn’t from nervousness this time. “He…wanted to break me. He wanted me to get to the point where I’d ask for it. Ask him to kill me…”

Without thinking, I immediately reached out my hand and rested it on her silky thigh. She jumped at the sudden touch, but I knew from her scent that it wasn’t from fear. I’d made her even more aroused, immediately dispelling the horror she had just been feeling.

“Is that alright?” I asked anyway, second-guessing myself as my own fingers began to tremble against her leg. I’d never touched anyone like this before, so I couldn’t help but feel anxious.

“Yes,” she whispered softly. She was then thoughtful. “I think that’s what it is. Touch. The most recent time someone touched me, I didn’t want it. So, I think it helps to replace it with someone touching me who I want to.”

I felt selfish for asking my next question, but I couldn’t help but wonder. “What would you have done if it wasn’t me who saved you?”

Her hand stopped stroking my hair briefly, as she seemed to try to understand my meaning. “Oh, well I probably still would have come here and tried to talk to you.”

“You would?” I asked in surprise, turning my head slightly to glance at her. “You wouldn’t have wanted to find the person who saved you?”

Fully understanding what I was getting at now, she shook her head. “No. I mean, I would have been thankful, but I already liked you. I’m not here because you saved me. I mean…” She hesitated. “Like, this isn’t a ‘thank you’ or something. I would never thank someone by offering myself to them.”

I immediately forced my head between my knees, suddenly overwhelmed by the implications. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be a dream. My entire body was trembling, I was so nervous. Her words were now echoing in my head like a physical presence haunting me.

‘By offering myself to them.’

I yanked my hand off her thigh and hugged my legs tightly with both arms.

“Are you alright?” she whispered, sounding confused.

I wasn’t able to answer right away, but she waited patiently. She had stopped stroking my hair, probably afraid that she’d done something to upset me, instead of realizing that I was just pathetic when it came to women, because I had zero experience in that department.

Finally, I managed to respond. “You…you have to understand. I’ve never had anyone touch me like this. I mean, obviously. I’d look like this if I had.”

She resumed running her fingers through my hair, firmly, when she realized it was alright, sending shivers down my spine.

I continued. “And, obviously, having you suggest…” I struggled to repeat what she’d said. “Well, it makes me really nervous.”

“I think you’re very handsome like this,” she said reassuringly. She then lowered her other leg and reached over to grasp my hand, pulling it onto her silky thigh again, graciously ignoring my trembling. “And I think it’s cute you’re so nervous,” she admitted with a small giggle.

“You do?” I asked in shock, a little surprised that her admission actually made me feel more confident. Before I even waited for her to respond, I began gently rubbing the smooth material over her warm thigh, only to give it bycasino giris a small squeeze. It felt like the heat from her leg was seeping into my hand, warming my entire arm.

“Yeah,” she affirmed. “It’s adorable. Although, it’s not like I have a ton of experience either. The most I’ve ever done is kiss.”

I found that hard to believe. “So, you’re still a virgin then?” I wondered, only to feel a little embarrassed that I’d asked so bluntly. Thankfully, she didn’t seem offended.

“Does that surprise you?” she asked curiously, her tone filled with amusement.

“Well, I mean…you’re just so pretty.” More like, so fucking hot!

She giggled again. “Yeah, well, I have to admit I get hit on a lot. It started happening when I was about fourteen, as soon as my, um, chest…got this big. But yeah, thanks to you I still am.”

Dread crept into my chest as I thought about that. I quickly looked up at her, suddenly feeling somber and serious. “I don’t think that would have counted,” I said seriously, knowing she was talking about what I’d stopped the serial killer from doing.

“You don’t?” she asked in surprise, blushing from the sudden eye contact and looking away.

“I don’t,” I repeated. “I mean, think about it. Is virginity really just physical? If that were true, then what about when gays and lesbians do stuff? Especially lesbians. So then, a guy and girl can definitely lose their virginity without actually having…you know. Normal sex. Even someone who has only done oral really isn’t a virgin anymore.” I paused to collect my thoughts. “And likewise, just because a guy forces himself on you, doesn’t mean you’ve lost your virginity. I think it’s more of a mental thing, rather than physical. If you don’t have an orgasm, and if you didn’t do it willingly, then it’s hard to say that you’ve really had sex. Sure, you would have been violated, but I’d still feel like you were a virgin.”

“Oh.” She considered that. “I guess that makes sense. I actually know a girl who’s never had sex with a man, but she’s definitely not a virgin.” She then focused on me again for a moment, before looking over at the fireplace. “And, I guess, even under that criteria, I’d still say I’m a virgin. It wasn’t even heavy kissing.”

I glanced at the coffee table as I responded, lowering my voice. “Well, it wouldn’t matter to me if you weren’t. I’d still like you. But, that is kind of nice to hear.”

“I’m glad I waited,” she admitted.

I felt my heart jump into my throat, prompting me to remove my hand as I slammed my forehead into my knees again. My face was burning up.

The quick movement of my head left Gabriella’s hand behind in the air. “Are you okay?” she asked urgently. “Was it something I said?”

I was trembling all over again, just from the idea of fucking her — the idea that I’d be her first time too. But it was more than that. Much more. Her words implied so many things. I tried to take a deep breath, but when it came out in a ragged gasp, she rested both hands on my shoulders and leaned into me as if she was trying to comfort me. However, the physical touch only made my reaction worse, which she noticed, prompting her to let go.

I tried to focus my thoughts so I could calm down, attempting to get a hold of my own breathing.

Finally, after a few minutes, I managed a response. “I’m sorry. It’s just that…” I took another deep breath, uncertain of how to explain. “I don’t understand,” I admitted. “You barely know me, and yet it sounds like you’ve already decided…”

I couldn’t finish my statement. She was fucking hot as hell, yet she barely knew me, and suddenly it was as if…

“That I’m yours now?” she asked, trying to finish my sentence.

I hugged my legs tightly, my cock hurting it was throbbing so hard. “Yeah, basically.”

Gabriella slowly rested her fingers on my hair, sending another wave of shivers down my spine, and resumed running her fingertips through it. “I think it’s because you are what I’ve always wanted,” she explained. “You’re kind, and responsible. You take care of Serenity in many ways, even though she’s a lot older than you. And I like it that you’re so innocent.” She hesitated. “Well, at least when it comes to this kind of stuff…” She paused.

I didn’t respond.

After a few seconds, she continued. “I mean, you did just kill someone to protect me, so I know you’re not innocent in every way. But you’re innocent in the ways that count to me.” She took another deep breath. “And I know you have a lot of self-control, because obviously you can’t get angry without showing this version of yourself. But even if you weren’t like this, Serenity told me you’ve always been exceptionally kind, even as a little kid. She said you never went through a stage where you were disobedient or overly fussy, even as a toddler. And she always loved playing games with you when you both were younger.”

I continued to remain silent.

Gabriella was thoughtful for a moment. “Serenity also told me that she really thought God sent her an angel for a friend and playmate, since you had none of the normal qualities a normal baby would have. And even as you’ve gotten older — even when you’ve been standoffish to others, you still go out of your way to help people in need. Granted, I doubt Serenity has any idea to what extend you do that, but that’s still you, even in the simpler ways like opening the door for strangers.”

I let out a deep sigh as I allowed myself to relax a little. Slowly, I loosened my grip on my knees and placed my hand on her thigh again, just letting it rest there.

After a moment, Gabriella spoke again. “Am I what you want?” she asked seriously.

“Well…” I began, not really sure I’d thought much about it. “I’ve never been so attracted to anyone before, but I’m not convinced it isn’t just physical. I don’t know very much about you…” Which was true, though a big part of the appeal was her natural scent. In terms of raw hotness, my older housemate was a huge contender, but I’d never met anyone who smelled as amazing as Gabriella.

But that was kind of the problem. I loved my friend — like, really loved her — whereas right now I just wanted to fuck Gabriella like a wild animal in heat.

“That’s another reason why I like you,” she admitted. “You’re actually concerned about the fact that you only want me physically right now. Most guys, that’s all they care about. They don’t care who I am, they just want my body.”

“Sorry,” I whispered. I felt bad, because I sincerely didn’t think I was much different from those guys, despite the fact that she thought so. Plain and simple, I just wanted to fuck her, though it was true I was holding myself back for similar reasons as what she thought.

However, what would she think if she knew I had the hots for my older friend? Would she think it was weird? Or think I was a pervert? Not that I’d ever share that secret with her in a million years.

“Don’t be sorry,” she replied gently. “It just means I need to tell you more about myself, so you can like that too.”

Thinking about it, I realized I wasn’t as uninformed about her as I initially thought. “Well, I guess I do know a little about you,” I admitted. “There are certain things you can assume just from looking at people.”

“Like what?” she prompted curiously.

I gently began rubbing her thigh again. “Well, like I know you take care of yourself. You’re well-groomed, but not to the point where I’d think you were conceited. It’s more like you just have really good self-hygiene. And you obviously have good self-esteem too, but not to the point of arrogance. I’d feel confident in saying that you seem fairly mentally stable, especially considering what you’ve just been through. And you aren’t shallow. You sincerely care about knowing people on a deeper level, like Serenity, for instance.”

“Huh, wow,” she replied. “And yet another reason why I really like you.” She grinned at me. “So then, you do like me beyond just the physical.”

Sighing, I turned my head slightly to glance at her, even as she ran her fingers across my scalp again. She met my gaze and held it this time.

“I guess…maybe…” I was surprised when she didn’t advert her eyes, so I continued to stare at her, falling silent.

“You really are beautiful,” she unexpectedly whispered.

“I…I am?” I said in surprise, with that being the last thing I expected her to say.

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “I mean the colors. You’re very handsome, but the colors of your eyes and hair are really pretty.”

“You too,” I replied softly. “I really like your green eyes and red hair. I’ve never seen anyone with hair so naturally red.”

“Thanks.” She blushed again, continuing to stare. She then looked down at my mouth, as she considered her next question. “Umm, is it alright if I sleep with you down here?” she wondered. Her eyes then jerked up again as she clarified. “Like, actually sleep. I’m afraid I’ll have nightmares if I sleep alone.”

Fuck. Of course, she had no interest in actually doing anything, not that I could afford to anyway, with Serenity just upstairs. I was already risking a lot by letting myself be transformed out in the open like this.

“Oh, umm…” I focused on the fireplace as I considered it. “We would just have to wake up before my friend is all. Otherwise, she’ll see me like this.”

“Okay,” she nodded eagerly, beginning to get up. “I’ll go get my phone, so I can set an alarm.”

The moment she stood, my hand flashed out before I even knew what I was doing, and I grabbed her wrist. She froze solid from the touch, with it feeling like an electric current was suddenly running down my arm. I had no idea what I was experiencing right now, but I could sense that she was experiencing it too.

I focused on her plumb juicy ass for a few seconds, just staring at the shiny purple material that was taut in all the right places from its own weight, each cheek perfectly defined, before glancing up when she slowly looked over her shoulder to meet my gaze. Her face was flushed, her emerald eyes longing and passionate.

I tried to remember why I’d stopped her, desperately trying to come up with a reason for why she didn’t have to leave. “I, umm, I have my phone,” I said hesitantly.

She nodded slowly, but didn’t budge an inch. It was as if I was in complete control now, just from barely touching her wrist. My hand was an unbreakable shackle — not just because I was strong, but because she chose it to be.

Gently tugging on her wrist, I lowered my legs at the same time, and she willingly fell into my lap right on my throbbing cock, still facing away from me. Trembling again, I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my head underneath her armpit, forcing her arm to wrap around my neck. She twisted her upper body around in response, the silk running across my cheek, and wrapped both arms around my head, pressing her heavy tits against my face.

My cock throbbed against her ass, actively leaking precum, while my whole body felt like it was burning with passion. The thick aroma coming from her was intoxicating, making me wish I could figure out what was so seductive about it. But there was no fragrance I could think to compare it to. It was definitely sweet like candy, but unlike anything I’d ever smelt from flowers or food, or anything else. I supposed maple syrup might be a somewhat close comparison, but it was still far from being as enticing as this.

After a moment of intense arousal, my mind began catching up with me. “I’m…I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Why?” she asked softly, holding my head tight.

“Well, I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I guess, I just feel like I’m taking advantage of you, given what you’ve just been through.”

She laughed at that. “More like I’m taking advantage of you. You’re the younger one here.”

I abruptly pulled away to look up at her. “You’re only two years older than me!” I exclaimed.

She grinned. “And you’re still technically in high school,” she said playfully, only to clarify that she was truly joking, due to my grimace. “I’m just teasing you, cutie.” Her expression then became more intense. “Lucky for you, I like younger guys.”

“You do?” I asked seriously. I wasn’t sure if she was still teasing or being for real. However, I realized that the sudden intimacy between us had completely broken down our barriers, since it was now openly obvious that bycasino giriş we both desperately wanted each other. At least for her, I was sure that my cock throbbing against her ass made that pretty clear.

Gabriella nodded slowly, looking at me passionately. “Yes, your innocence and inexperience are hot.” She paused. “Although, the one guy I did seriously date was older, so it might be more accurate to say that I like it that you, specifically, are younger than me.” She then glanced away, seeming pensive. “Maybe this is shallow, but I think it’s because you’re sort of supernatural. I’m just a normal person, so being older than you makes me feel like I’m your equal in a way. Like, you can obviously do things I can’t, so if I was younger too, then…” Her voice trailed off.

“You’d feel inferior?” I guessed.

She focused on me, only for her emerald gaze to become longing again. “No, not inferior exactly. More like, I’d feel like a kid — like a dependent, because you were ahead of me in every way possible, with no chance for me to catch up.” She paused. “Does that make sense? Basically, with you being younger, I instead feel more like the adult — like there is a way in which I can take care of you, instead of you always taking care of me.” She then stopped to examine my expression. “That doesn’t sound creepy, does it?”

I shook my head. “No, I think I get it. I was just trying to imagine it from your point of view, if the roles were flipped. Although, I think I would feel inferior if I was both younger and normal, like I’d always just be a burden to you.”

She nodded. “That’s sort of what I mean, actually. I’d feel guilty, I think, always feeling like I couldn’t really contribute to the relationship. Instead, I feel like being older and having more experience with life, especially as an adult, allows me to be able to benefit you…take care of you…be the superior one, essentially, since there are ways in which I’ll never measure up to you.”

I buried my face against her chest again, as I realized that I’d probably feel like she was superior no matter what. “I’ll always feel like you’re over me,” I admitted out loud.

“Why is that?” she asked curiously.

Sighing, I replied. “Because there’s one way in which I’m extremely vulnerable — one thing you have complete control of.”

“The fact I can make you transform?” she wondered quietly.

“Oh…” I paused. “I guess there’s that too.”

“I’m sorry,” she replied. “I should have just let you finish. What were you going to say?”

I shook my head against her heavy breasts, trying to swallow the lump in my throat as I prepared myself for what I was about to blurt out. I knew my hormones and throbbing cock were significantly affecting my thoughts right now, but that didn’t stop me from telling her how I felt in the moment.

“It’s fine. What I was referring to is you,” I admitted. “I desperately want you, but I can only have you if you allow me to. So, it’s in that way that I’ll always feel like you’re over me. Because you control the fulfillment of that vulnerable desire within me…”

“Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise, apparently not expecting that to be what I meant. She then immediately hugged my head more tightly. “Kai, sorry if this is too soon, but…” She took a deep breath. “I really love you.”

“I love you too, Gabriella,” I whispered back, wanting to shove my cock in her pussy so bad. Instead, I just tightened my embrace a little. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.

I felt like all of this was happening way too fast, wondering if Gabriella’s traumatic experience was causing her to latch onto me faster than a normal person would. Granted, I couldn’t deny that she’d apparently been interested for a while now, nor could I deny that my own feelings might be based on more than her physical appearance, even despite my level of arousal right now.

At the very least, even if I only wanted to fuck her hot body, I felt like I could still say I loved her. It might not be as meaningful as when I said it to Serenity, or when a married couple said it to each other, but my infatuation and lust had to be called something.

So why not love?

And I could honestly say that I liked her. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if I really was taking advantage of her, considering she’d been through so much in the last twelve hours. Would she really feel the same way in the morning?

As much as I wanted her right now, I didn’t want to have my heart ripped out when she realized she overreacted in the heat of the moment, even if her supposed love was more established than my own. Granted, it wasn’t like we could do anything anyway. No way in hell was I going to fuck Gabriella with my older housemate right upstairs.

Shit, if Serenity saw a monster with gray skin, white hair, and yellow eyes fucking her best friend, she might shoot me! Like, actually shoot me with her gun!

And even if she didn’t, my life would probably fall apart in so many ways.

Sighing, I pulled out the blanket from behind me, letting it fall to the floor. Gabriella leaned away slightly, wondering what I was doing. However, before she could ask, I scooped her up in my arms and twisted around on the couch, lying her down.

I then reached up to turn off the lamp, before lying down next to her, pressing against her tightly, so that we could both fit. I then gently moved my arm underneath her head for her to use as a pillow. My mouth was now barely a couple inches away from her full lips, a slight shine on them from her lip gloss, and I could feel the entirety of her silk-covered body pressed against my own. Within a matter of seconds, we had our legs intertwined with each other, forcing my rock-hard cock against her pelvis tightly.

At first, I watched as her eyes searched for my face in the dark, trying desperately to see me. I was glad there was a light on in the kitchen, because once her eyes slowly adjusted she began eyeing me with renewed passion.

After a moment, I finally reached behind me to grab the blanket off the floor and throw it over us.

Satisfied, I met her gaze. The passion in her emerald eyes was intense, and I wondered what she was thinking. I was about to ask, when she blurted her thoughts out loud.

“I really want to kiss you,” she admitted. “But…”

“But what?” I wondered, my stomach suddenly in knots, as I found my heart galloping again.

“But…” She bit her lip gently, catching my attention. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop there.”

Oh shit! If only!

If only, if only!

Sighing, I closed my eyes. “Yeah, maybe we should wait to kiss.”

“Wow,” she said emphatically, prompting my eyes to pop open again. “That’s a first for me — hearing a guy agree to wait.”

My face felt hot. “It’s not really that special. It’s almost harder to do it, than not to, since I never have before. I might not be so restrained if I’d already had this type of experience.”

Or if my friend wasn’t right upstairs, I added in my thoughts.

“Hmm, yeah,” she agreed, focusing past me into the dark room as she thought about it. “I had a friend in high school who was fairly reserved with guys. However, she ended up in a really serious relationship…” She paused. “And after he broke her heart, she pretty much had sex with every guy she dated after that, on the first date. Although, she changed in a lot of other ways too. I don’t really talk to her much anymore.”

“Oh. Sorry to hear that.”

Gabriella shrugged slightly. “No big deal. Serenity is great. And now I have you too.”

I blushed, feeling conflicted all over again for so many reasons. I reached up with my hand to hide my embarrassment.

“What?” she said with a smirk, sounding playful.

“I just feel embarrassed whenever you say stuff like that,” I admitted.

“That I’ve claimed you, and you’re mine?” she teased.

“Or, that you’ve given yourself to me,” I added.

Gabriella slowly reached up to grab my hand and carefully moved it to the side of her face. I began gently caressing her soft cheek with my fingertips, before moving down to touch her shoulder, feeling the smooth silk over her toned arms.

When I went a little lower to her ribs, she flinched and cringed. “Oh! I’m sorry!” I exclaimed. “The bruising?”

She nodded. “It’s alright. Nothing’s broken — thankfully. It’s more sensitive in certain spots than others.” She then grabbed my hand and placed it on her hip. “Right here is fine.”

Feeling a little out of control, I tugged on her waist, shoving my cock against her harder, but was careful to leave my hand where it was for fear of accidentally touching another unseen bruise and hurting her again. I then closed my eyes, my mind overwhelmed with the sensation of her body touching every inch of my front.

I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I couldn’t imagine the horror of my friend catching us, never mind seeing me in my devilish form.

“Can you open your eyes again?” Gabriella whispered.

I did, wondering why.

She stared at me briefly before explaining herself. “I just wanted to look at them again. I like it that they glow.” She then hesitated for a second before continuing. “When I saw your eyes in the woods, I admit it really freaked me out. But now that I know who they belong to, I feel mesmerized by them, like I could just stare at them forever.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond, but as I continued watching her expression deepen with passion, I realized I probably shouldn’t respond.

Just as I saw her desire — no, her hunger for me — begin to tip over the edge, I quickly closed my eyes, afraid of what she was about to do to me. Even despite my reservations, it wouldn’t take much for her to tip me over the edge too, and we couldn’t afford that right now.

Taking a shaky breath, I quickly whispered to her. “We should probably get some sleep.”

I could feel her tense body hesitate before sensing her nodding slowly in agreement. Granted, there was no way in hell I was going to be able to fall asleep anytime soon. My body felt wide awake and wired, desperate to take advantage of the sexy older girl lying in my arms. Every fiber of my being wanted to just flip her on her stomach, pull down her silky pajama bottoms, and fuck her from behind.

I couldn’t help but fantasize about fucking her in the ass — or probably fucking her pussy first and then fucking her in the ass once I was wet with her juices. I also wanted to stick my cock in her mouth, which meant I’d probably have to start with that, wondering if she’d let me shove it down her throat and make her gag on it.

Certainly, I knew real life probably wouldn’t be even close to as vulgar as what I was thinking in my head, but I felt overwhelmed with the need to fuck her in every way possible.

To fill her every orifice with my cum, as if that would be somehow claiming her.

Unfortunately, even after agreeing to go to sleep, neither her heart rate nor her level of arousal lessened. By the time Gabriella made a move, I already knew it was coming.

With my eyes still closed, she abruptly leaned forward and pressed her hot lips against my forehead, kissing me softly for several long seconds before sighing in contentment and laying her head back down on my bicep. I kept my eyes closed tight the whole time, knowing what would happen if I opened them and met her gaze.

After that, she remained awake for at least another twenty minutes, but slowly her pulse began to slow down and her breathing became more regular.

Finally confident she was out, I peeked at her through my eyelashes, focusing on her slightly parted lips. I then reached up to my forehead to wipe off the lip gloss she’d left behind, only to watch her quietly for almost an hour before I began calming down a little too. I supposed that denying my body long enough allowed it to give up and focus on more realistic needs — like sleep.

Still, I just couldn’t believe how such a normal day could have ended up in such an extraordinary way. Certainly, things might be different tomorrow, but I never would have foreseen myself lying so close to such a beautiful woman. And if someone told me such a thing would happen, then I would have guessed it was with Serenity in a solely platonic way, and that I was doing a much better job at keeping my cool while being so close to her.

As I finally began to feel my own mind drift off to sleep, I realized I felt extremely content, and possibly the happiest I’d been in a long time.

It was nice. Really, really nice.

(Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)

Submitted to Sexstories: March 18, 2022

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