Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 35

Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 35 — She takes him to meet her Short Sexy Mother.

Original: September 6, 2021

Submitted: May 25, 2023 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)

Tags: harem, incest (brother/sister), supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde, MILF

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– CHAPTER 35: Meeting –

When I pulled into the paved driveway of Mrs. Rebecca’s very nice house, which was fenced in along the borders of their property to separate they’re large green yard from the closest neighbor about a tenth of a mile away, I was surprised when she opened the fancy white door before I even parked.

The gesture made me…uncomfortable, considering the situation.

“Hey,” I said hesitantly, grabbing the black chest, uncertain if I wanted to point out the overly eager gesture.

“Hey,” she echoed warmly, seeming really happy to see me, but also acting urgent. “Come on inside. We have a lot to talk about in a short amount of time, and then we need to go.”

I hesitated briefly, deciding to just be blunt. “You are kind of making me uneasy with how you’re acting,” I admitted.

She frowned at that, only to sigh heavily. “I’m sorry, baby boy. It’s just, I don’t want my mom to get impatient, and we have an hour drive ahead of us.”

“And that’s why you were waiting on me by the door?” I wondered seriously, readjusting the wooden chest in my hands.

She grimaced at that. “Well, umm, no. Not exactly.” She paused, only to sigh. “I just feel horrible that I lost your trust, and while I still would have done it, I’m a little anxious about you never forgiving me, and…” She took a deep breath. “I was just really looking forward to you coming over again,” she admitted. “And I kind of hoped maybe I could make it up to you before we left.”

My eyes widened in surprise, suddenly realizing why she was in such a rush…

She wanted to fuck.

She wanted to hurry up and spend some time with me in bed before we headed over to take care of this other stuff.

“I-If you want,” she added hesitantly, reaching up to her vibrant red hair, wrapping one of her heavy curls anxiously around her finger. The gesture was really adorable, and made her look even younger than a woman in her thirties.

I sighed heavily, trying to ignore the escalating rush of warmth I felt in my gut. “I think I’d like to focus on this first,” I said quietly.

“O-Oh,” she replied, her expression dropping, suddenly looking sincerely dejected. “I…I understand.” She then angled herself toward the open door. “Let’s sit on the couch, and I’ll explain what you want to know.”

I nodded, walking up the fancy concrete steps, only to pause when I was closer, feeling the tension rise as I neared her. “Umm, Mrs. Rebecca?”

“What is it, honey?” she wondered, her gaze longing.

“I really like you,” I whispered. “And, umm, sorry I can’t give up my sister for you,” I added.

She shook her head. “Don’t be sorry. You having someone in your life who is more important than me actually makes me like you more.”

“It does?” I said in surprise.

She nodded. “I’m used to men not being able to resist me. Even my husband doesn’t have anyone who is more important to him. But you can truly resist me if you want, and that makes how you feel about me seem more…genuine.”

“You mean, like it’s more real?” I wondered.

She nodded with a grimace. “Basically, yes. Being part-succubus, and being able to seduce almost anyone, male or female, makes it very much feel like real love isn’t a possibility. Like I could never have what most normal women have. Someone who sincerely loves them, and isn’t just enthralled by a supernatural magic that defines their existence.”

“Is your seduction magic?” I said in surprise.

She frowned. “Not exactly, but incubi and succubi are inherently magical creatures. We both have such energy intertwined into our very being, and it defines our supernatural traits. It’s why I can so powerfully seduce without effort, and it’s likely why you can actually transform, even if the actual process is biological.”

I nodded.

“Now, let’s go inside and have a seat,” she said warmly.

Following her through the door, and then continuing to the living room as she closed it, I sat down on the other couch where I’d sat last time I was here, trying not to focus on the sectional sofa that we fucked on the previous night.

Mrs. Rebecca took my cue and walked around the low coffee table to have a seat in her previous spot too, our knees nearly touching. I took the opportunity to distract myself by placing the wooden chest on the coffee table.

“First,” she said, pulling something out of her back pocket. “I want to show you this.”

I focused down on what appeared to be a small antique ornamental hair comb made of gold, the kind that would be worn in hair as an accessory, with an amethyst stone embedded in it, looking like a diamond shape that was stretched into a teardrop, the ends pointy with the upper portion elongated.

I focused back up at her in surprise, realizing this must be the magical object she’d used previously.

“It’s called a mind stone,” she explained, her expression apologetic, as if holding this out for me to see was another act of sincerity, to show she trusted me and was asking for my forgiveness. “I actually don’t know much about it, other than the fact that it needs to be close to the head to work, hence it’s embedded in this, and that it can protect the wearer from all kinds of magic that affects the mind, including compulsion, seduction, illusions, and more.”

“Illusions?” I repeated in surprise.

She nodded. “Yes. As you might imagine, it’s a form of magic used to hide things in plain sight. A camera would actually see the object, but a person nearby wouldn’t. Not unless they were using something like this.”

I frowned. “And do you use illusion magic?”

She looked at me in surprise. “Oh, no. I can’t use magic at all. I can only sense it, as well as the energy that exists in others.” She paused. “Or rather, it would be more accurate to say I can’t manipulate magic.”

“What do you mean?” I asked seriously.

She sighed, placing her hands in her lap, the hair comb between them. “Honestly, magic isn’t what you’re probably thinking it is. It’s not some kind of separate energy that exists out there in some kind of supernatural realm. The lifeforce in a normal person is essentially what real magic is. And the lust a person generates during sex can be turned into magical energy, as can passion, and even anger. In a sense, most creatures are natural generators of magic. And that’s sort of what succubi do. They turn lust into magic, though it’s an instinctual process. I can’t actively manipulate it to do something like create an illusion spell.”

“So humans are magical then?” I said in surprise.

She shook her head. “Well, no. Or at least, that’s not how it’s perceived by those who are more magically inclined. For normal people, the energy that exists in them gives them life, and nothing else. For the rest of us, who are not human, that same energy often gives us what might seem to humans as a miraculous gift. It also often gives us an extended life, and some can even manipulate the energy to do some very amazing, and sometimes very dangerous, things.”

I nodded as I considered that. “So I guess human sacrifices were really a thing then?” I randomly realized.

She grimaced. “I’m sure it was, at least at one point in time. After all, if a supernatural creature is able to sense and manipulate lifeforce energy, but cannot generate enough on their own to actually do anything with it, then those seeking power might have killed humans to extract the energy in their moment of death.”

I cleared my throat, visibly seeing that the subject was kind of making her depressed. “Sorry to get so dark on you,” I apologized.

She shook her head. “No, it’s fine. This is a topic that is not all sunshine and roses, although I’m afraid I’ve told you about the extent of what I know. My mother wouldn’t teach me much about it, largely because I didn’t have any capacity to manipulate it.” She grimaced. “Honestly, I didn’t even know incubi could control people, but I realize now why she gave me the mind stone while neglecting to explain the danger.”

“And why is that?” I wondered, knowing that when she said ‘mom,’ she was actually talking about her great-grandmother, Gabriella’s great-great-grandmother, the full-blooded succubus.

“Because it’s honestly terrifying, and I probably would have lived my life in fear, always looking over my shoulder for an existence that I’ll probably never meet.”

“I don’t count?” I said playfully.

She gave me a small smile. “No, baby boy. You aren’t evil.”

I grimaced, only to nod as I glanced away.

She moved her hands then, setting the gold ornamental hair comb to the side.

I focused up at her in surprise, knowing what she was silently saying, but uncertain if I really wanted to compel her now, in order to make sure she was being honest with me — simply because I didn’t want her to feel bitter about it later, thinking I didn’t trust her.

So instead, I just held her gaze.

After a few long seconds, she gave me a small smile, and continued. “Okay, so I guess let me tell you the plan. I have some equipment upstairs that I occasionally use for foreplay, but I’m going to use it on you instead, so my mom feels safer. First, I’ll cover your eyes with a leather blindfold.” She paused to gauge my expression briefly. “And then, I also need to put a bag over your head, and then I’ll handcuff your hands behind your back, and I’ll put you in the trunk of my car, and–”

“Fuck,” I hissed in disbelief, having gone from ‘This is fine‘ to ‘What the fuck?‘ in half a second. “Are you serious right now?”

“I know it’s extreme,” she agreed, her expression sympathetic. “But she doesn’t want you to know where she lives, absolutely doesn’t want you to be able to see, and let’s be honest, you’re probably stronger than her, which is why she would like your hands to be bound.”