Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 66

Innocent Devil's Harem Taboo Ch. 66 -- Fighting off Goth chick's alpha.

Original: November 28, 2021

Submitted: February 13, 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 66: Visitors -

A sudden memory that felt like a dream. And yet it was real.

The girl with blonde hair and red eyes looked down at me sympathetically, her full pink lips almost forming a somber pout, sincere remorse in her youthful expression as if the sight before her truly burdened her soul with guilt. The room around us was splattered with blood, my crushed heart lying on the floor by her bare feet, a black cloak bunched up on her thighs to prevent it from becoming soaked in crimson, a bent metal door in my peripheral vision, my eyes remaining unfocused.

"Get ready to move," an old voice grumbled. "It's chased them into a corner."

I understood the words he spoke, but realized they were not in a language I knew. Both of them spoke with foreign words.

Yet, my mind found comprehension.

Her voice was pained. "Was this really necessary?" the young girl whispered, tears filling her red eyes as she reached down to gently touch my face, balanced on the balls of her bare feet, the blood not touching them as if repelled by her presence. "They didn't seem like bad people."

"My only priority is keeping you alive, princess. This is life or death, and staying on the other side would have guaranteed our lives forfeited. The entity guarding this gate is obviously very powerful. I cannot risk your safety by involving you in a fight to the death. There were no other options."

The blonde girl didn't respond, visibly swallowing as her tears brimmed over and slid down her cheeks.

"Ready yourself, princess. This abomination would just as easily turn on us, if given the chance. We need to be quick, and I need you in front of me so I might remove all traces of our passage. Steel your nerves and follow my command. Do not cause me any more grief in fulfilling my duties."

"Forgive me," she whispered in response, though it didn't sound like she was only speaking to him.

As she brushed some hair on my forehead...it sounded like she was speaking to me...

But...

But I wasn't about to forgive her for causing me such pain.

I wasn't about to forgive her for ripping my heart out.

I wasn't about to forgive anyone for fucking killing me!

Sensing that all I cared about was about to be ended, sensing the panic coming from the one whom I'd died for -- the one whom I was clinging too, even now -- my rage boiled over and I immediately glared at the girl looking down at me sympathetically.

Because no one looked down on me!

NO ONE!

The blonde's crimson eyes flew open in alarm and she shrieked in panic, vanishing from my sight.

She shrieked...

Sincere terror in her expression...

As she ran away...

Yet, I was now staring at those crimson eyes again, in the East Drawing Room this time, holding the short minx I'd died for in my arms, clinging to her beautiful soul even now, the two of us bonded far beyond the physical realm.

I was staring at those crimson eyes, the first thing I'd seen upon resurrecting from the dead, all my rage and anger identifying everything and everyone -- except for the soul I'd bonded to, and the imp I'd claimed -- as my enemy.

AS MY ENEMY.

"We mean you no harm," the codger said in a deep aged voice. "We only wish to leave your domain, and are willing to offer our support in defending your realm of authority, if you permit us passage."

My body exploded, erupting to seven feet, my horns sprouting from my forehead as a show of my power and authority, my gray shirt ripping as my muscles swelled, my body growing even taller, towering over my prey.

My shoulders reshaped, my massive wings -- far larger than ever before -- sprouted from my back, rising high in the air as they grew, causing both sets of crimson eyes, staring up at me, to widen in alarm.

Without thinking, I abruptly lowered my left wing and deposited the small redheaded woman into my large webbed grasp, only to drop her onto a white leather couch behind us, not wanting her to be in the way when I struck.

"Cazzo!" the codger cursed, abruptly dropping to one knee and holding up his thick muscular left arm, revealing an intricate pattern of black markings covering its entirety.

Shocked by the unexpected sensation of impending doom, I focused on the elaborate tattoo, realizing it was beginning to glow pitch-black, like the literal opposite of normal white light, having an existence unto itself like the darkness beginning to leak out of the endless abyss.

"FUCK!" Miriam shrieked at the top of her lungs, suddenly right at my side again, her own black wings stretching out in front of me. "STOP! EVERYONE STOP! BASTA!"

The anti-light on his arm began to dim slightly, but he didn't budge, his crimson gaze locked on mine.

Those familiar blue marks reappeared on Miriam's tan skin then, spreading along all her wings and outstretched arms, though I wasn't sure if it was intentional, or due to the army of monsters breaking through the second barrier.

Needless to say, the man's red eyes finally darted to her, keeping his arm aimed at me, his gloved hand outstretched.

The succubus' tone was full of power and authority.

"I, Miriam bas Methuselah, permit you and your companion passage through my domain. Leave now, and never return!"

The man didn't even hesitate, not budging from his position, but speaking harshly to the blonde. "Go now!"

She did hesitate just briefly, seeming terrified, before abruptly twisting and darting out the door down the hall. The movement caused the black cloth covering the girl's face to shift just enough to expose the side of her cheek...

Revealing that she had no cheek!

Her white teeth were visible right up to the back of her jaw!

What the fuck?!

The moment she was out of sight, the man abruptly rose and followed in one swift motion, both of them vanishing from the room.

And I was pissed.

I was pissed!

Was that chick the one who bit Gwen?!

Was that why half her face was missing?!

Fuck!

Yet, despite my anger, I didn't follow, trusting in my instinct, knowing we had more pressing issues to deal with, and more importantly trusting in Miriam.

Still, I had to ask.

"Why did you let them leave?" I said in a deep even voice.

She didn't respond, instead dropping down to one knee again, breathing heavily, still visibly worn out from her previous lightning storm spell, her ivory shirt completely soaked through and leaving her torso entirely visible.

I quickly reached down and scooped her up, already heading for the door, knowing our overall plans hadn't changed.

"Hurry to the basement," she said firmly, even though I was already entering the hallway. She then took a deep breath when we made the turn to go down the stairs. "That man -- no, that elite vampire -- wields one of the deadliest magics in all of existence. You would not have survived Absolutum Dissolutum, which basically means Absolute Disintegration. No one could survive it."

"Fuck," I hissed, unexpectedly finding myself irritated that there might actually be a power that could defeat even me. "How can something like that even exist?" I wondered, realizing my own Incinerate spell was pretty powerful too.

"It's not without significant cost, but to a vampire, I'm sure it's an acceptable one. And I know you're angry, and I'm sorry," she continued as I stomped down the stairs, still towering well over seven feet, my midnight horns just barely missing the ceiling. "But the attacking enemy has already broken through the second barrier, and will begin surrounding the walls protecting my mansion within minutes. I need to make you an owner, so you can fight them unhindered."

"I understand," I said simply, still pissed about the situation, but keeping my anger in check. Because while I wanted revenge for getting killed, those two vampires were not a threat right now, even if I considered them an enemy. It sounded like they didn't want to cause trouble, but instead just wanted to leave this place, apparently having gotten caught within the mansion in some weird limbo of existing on Miriam's property without being invited.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, Miriam had me turn toward where Gwen had taken me previously, with me opening the door to reveal the concrete hallway, actively lighting up in a dim hue from the crystals in the ceiling. However, upon taking my first step, she had me stop, reaching for the wall.

The blue markings on her body glowed in response to her touching the concrete surface, only for the light to spread to the wall, creating the outline of a doorway, followed by the area within to begin to disintegrate.

"What in the hell?" I said in sincere surprise.

"There was never a wall right here," she explained simply. "It's a barrier that looks like a wall, much like the one keeping the dimensional gate closed."

I nodded as the interior hallway was revealed, leading directly into a dark room that only had one source of light within. A large crystal on a pedestal, glowing the exact same shade of blue as the markings on Miriam's body.

"Hurry," she urged, when I only stepped in hesitantly. "We need to cut...Fuck, I forgot the knife!"

"Cut what?" I asked seriously.

"Both of us. The crystal needs your blood to identify you, and mine to make any changes."

"It's fine," I replied, setting her down on her feet. "My claws are sharp."

She looked up at me in surprise, before grabbing my large hand, her fingers now so small compared to mine, and looking at my midnight claws briefly, only to grab my index finger and press her other palm into the tip, wincing as she stabbed herself. Miriam then hurried over to the crystal and placed her bleeding hand on the surface.

"What is mine, is mine, and only mine." She paused as her blood audibly sizzled beneath her hand, taking a slow deep breath. "Now I share all that is mine with one other." She gestured with her free hand for me to come over. "Hurry. Cut your hand and place it next to mine."

I quickly complied, knowing I would heal quickly, so intentionally stabbing my claw deep into my palm, ensuring plenty of blood began to pool, before quickly putting it on the crystal. The difference in our hand size was really significant now that I saw them spread out so close together, but I didn't focus on that for long as I heard and felt my blood sizzle, a warmth beginning to creep up my arm.

Miriam continued. "All that is mine is now his, and all that is his is now mine. By my authority, Miriam bas Methuselah presently permits another's dwelling within this domain as an equal."

My eyes flew open in shock as a heat raced up my arm and into my chest, grasping my entire body in its hold like a physical presence locking me in place, a brilliant blue light beginning to crack through my gray skin, my awareness of everything around us expanding dramatically as I began to feel the barriers erected to protect this location.

More than that, I began to fully understand what was meant by domain.

The fabric of space surrounding Miriam's property wasn't normal. It literally existed as an isolated area that was somehow blended in seamlessly with its surroundings, while being distinctly separate from the world I knew.

And it was here that Miriam was practically a god, able to control so much, including the weather.

Where she could literally generate a storm out of nowhere and call forth lightning to strike her enemies. An ability that would normally be more than capable of dealing with the average foe, as I'd already witnessed firsthand for myself.

However, the problem was a combination of her body's limitations, combined with just the fact that using up too much stored magic would weaken the barriers. And truly, the spell she'd cast earlier required a ridiculous amount of magic, far more than I currently wielded.

In fact, experiencing the stored power residing within her domain made me realize just how small I was in comparison, feeling like a grain of sand on a tiny island that was the actual physical land, residing within an ocean of magical energy creating three spheres of ridiculously powerful barriers, a globe within a globe, within a globe, with a condensed barrier sealing shut a dimensional gate at the center.

Truly, as Miriam said before, this was no normal attack.

For this was no ordinary dwelling.

At the very least, I had no doubt that I would fail to breech even one of these barriers, if I were ever uninvited, and that was saying something. Which meant, someone very powerful was behind this organized attack.

For someone to break through these powerful walls of magic?

Clearly, by stealing Natalie, we'd obviously gotten on someone else's radar. Someone far bigger than the little shit who had been controlling her, a true puppet master manipulating all the strings, since I strongly doubted that bastard just happened to have powerful friends.

Hard to imagine someone like him even had friends, and not because he looked like a nerd.

No, it was because he was a self-entitled jackass who wouldn't be able to function in a normal group, being far too selfish to think about anyone other than himself and his own wants. Impossible to actually be friends with someone like that.

The glowing blue hue of markings continued to painlessly pierce my skin until it had covered my entire body, including my face, the azure light bleeding directly through my torn gray shirt, even managing to pierce my black gym shorts, the only article of clothing still intact, but stretched to its limits.

However, I quickly became confused as I focused on the sensation of the barriers, realizing they all felt intact, not a single one breached. It made me wonder if the individual making a hole in the invisible wall was forced to enter with the rest of the attacking monsters, since I couldn't imagine someone would be capable of doing this from a distance.

Which meant, now was my only chance to try to defeat the main enemy here.

I, of course, had to kill all the other monsters, but all would be lost if this powerful individual got away, since there was no doubt they would just return better prepared at a later date. But then again, we also couldn't afford even a single casualty on our end, so killing the army was still a major priority. And as my hearing began to clear up, I was beginning to suspect they might already be practically at our doorstep, residing just beyond the final barrier, low growls and twigs crunching beginning to fill my ears.

Knowing the process of transferring part-ownership was complete once the invisible energy released its hold on me, I quickly pulled back my hand, verifying that the wound was already healed.

"Get to safety," I urged, reaching in my pocket to grab my phone and hand it to her. "I think we're out of time."

"Yes," she agreed, accepting the phone in both hands. "Go, Kai. Gwen is an amazing shot. We'll try to support you from the tower above the library. If it's werewolves, then even one silver bullet will be enough to put each out of commission."

I nodded, knowing there wasn't even time for a hug, or any other gestures of goodbye.

Turning around, I ran back out of the room and into the concrete hallway, reflexively ducking to avoid hitting my horns against the doorframe, only to skid to a halt to dash up the stairs. It was as I began running through the grand foyer that I distinctly heard a scream outside, sounding like a young woman.

But I could also hear everything else now too, knowing from the sensation of Natalie's elevated location that she, Gwen, Serenity, and Gabriella were all on the east side of the building now, sounding like they were hauling heavy objects as they climbed a set of stairs to get to the top of what I assumed must be the roof to the library.

Which meant, the scream wasn't someone I cared about.

Still, I knew it was possible my own life could be on the line here, overwhelmed by sheer numbers, and that being arrogant could be the end of me. At the very least, I felt a bit more reassured knowing that the badass maid would be behind a rifle, watching my back while I was in the throes of fighting to defend everything that mattered to me.

Rushing through the massive front door and down the concrete steps, I zoomed around the edge of the still-gurgling fountain, just in time to see familiar blonde hair at the entrance to the open metal gate, her back against an invisible wall preventing her from retreating further.

Miriam's words echoed in my head at the sight.

'Leave now, and never return!'

Focusing on the dark path and trees just beyond, I saw the muscular old man poised with a short sword in his right hand, a decapitated figure at his feet, surrounded on all sides by seemingly dozens of glowing yellow eyes.

Glowing eyes that now focused on me as I rushed forward.

Part of me wanted to jump in headfirst and fight, but I knew it would be wise to give Gwen time to get into position, being well aware that Serenity also knew her way around a gun, not to mention that I'd like to at least get an idea of what we were up against, so that I might decide how to best kill the enemy, whether that be slashing my claws through its throat, or otherwise.

"Retreat!" I demanded, reaching the girl just as she abruptly started falling backwards, having been granted the permission to enter the barrier. Grabbing her roughly by the back of the neck, she screamed as I both kept her upright and semi-tossed her backward out of harm's way, while I continued to bolt straight ahead.

Apparently, the monsters sensed an opportunity caused by the distraction, because three of them lunged forward at once, aiming for the old man. And they were nothing like I was anticipating, the sight almost enough to give me pause.

For one, the biggest alarming aspect was that they all looked like they were grinning with enormous mouths full of daggers for teeth, their heads stretched out to the sides, including their yellow eyes being further apart, while their noses were warped outward like someone had attached the world's most powerful vacuum to their faces at the same time that a truck drove over the top of their skulls, overall elongating the lower half of their faces while flattening everything out.

Definitely didn't look like a wolf's head, instead being much more like a hideous deformed human from the worst of nightmares, their stretched arms appearing long enough to go past their knees if they stood up, like the victims of a torture device, their legs likewise long and awkwardly bent to allow them to move on four grisly deformed hands.

Yes, hands, as if they were part-monkey on top of everything.

And truly, they moved on four limbs, rather than running on two.

Without a doubt, we were being attacked by werewolves, and yet these hairless deformed permanently grinning monsters were nothing like I'd ever seen before, or would have even imagined in the worst of nightmares.

Ugly, grotesque, and obviously highly lethal, if their mouths full of needle-like teeth and razor claws were any indication.