INNOCENT DEVIL'S HAREM CH. 03 free porn video

(Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)

Submitted to Sexstories: March 21, 2022

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- CHAPTER 3: Relationship -

I woke up startled, my heart racing when I realized Serenity was awake in her room and getting ready to come downstairs. My eyes focused on Gabriella’s face just an inch away from mine, seeing her peaceful expression, her full lips slightly parted, prompting me to carefully separate myself from her.

Kneeling on the floor next to the couch, I looked down at my hands to confirm that I looked normal right now -- being unconscious allowed me to transition back, and the abrupt wakeup wasn’t enough to make it happen again. It was a miracle that I’d been able to fall asleep at all, considering I’d been lying next to a fucking hot goddess all night.

I grabbed my phone and checked to see why it hadn’t gone off, only to groan in annoyance for being such an idiot. Not only had I never set an earlier alarm last night, but it was dead anyway, so even my normal alarms hadn’t gone off.

‘Stupid phone,’ I thought to myself, knowing full well that it was my fault. I should have plugged it in last night, but was too preoccupied to even think about it.

Rising to my feet, I dashed into the kitchen to try to get some breakfast together for Serenity, only to hear her run urgently from my room to the top of the stairs. “Kai!” she cried out in a near panic. “Where’s Gabriella?”

I quickly appeared at the bottom to reply. “Shh!” I hissed. “She’s down here.”

Serenity hesitated, and then began making her way down the stairs. She was already dressed for the day, wearing black slacks and a nice white blouse, which was pretty much the dress code for her job. I knew I’d have to avoid looking at her ass, because those pants in particular really emphasized one of her best assets. I’d have to avoid staring at her neck and collar bones too, since the partially opened top of her blouse felt like it was begging me to lean in for a kiss.

“She slept down here?” Serenity wondered, seeming concerned. “Like, with you?” she clarified.

“I, umm, slept on the floor, of course,” I lied.

My friend stopped a step above me, putting her hands on her hips as she gave me a look. “Kai, I’m not stupid!”

I held my hands up defensively. “Nothing happened, so chill out! She was afraid she’d have nightmares if she slept alone.”

That got her attention, causing her to calm down a little as she was forced to think about what happened yesterday. She began speaking under her breath. “She could have slept with me if that was the case…” Her voice then trailed off as her deep brown eyes widened slightly. “Wait…you like her, don’t you?” she realized. “That’s why you’ve been acting so weird.” She laughed then, a big grin crossing her face. “You didn’t know what to do with yourself! So, you just kept running away!” She continued to chuckle.

“It’s not funny,” I snapped, feeling sincerely embarrassed now. And a little depressed too, since her amused reaction told me what I already knew -- that she and I would never be anything more than friends. Of course, I was aware of that unfortunate truth already, but it almost hurt a little that she wasn’t jealous. Especially since I knew for a fact that I’d be jealous if the roles were flipped.

“Aww, come here,” she replied with mock sympathy, reaching out to pull me into a hug, forcing my head against her shoulder. “I’m only playing with you. I just can’t believe you’re actually interested in someone. I was beginning to wonder if you’d ever date.”

“And what about you?” I retorted, immediately regretting the question as I pulled away. However, before I gave her a chance to respond, something obvious hit me. “Wait, you’re really okay if I like her?”

“Well…” Serenity blushed. “When I first started talking with her, I was excited to have made a new friend, but as I got to know her better, I started thinking she’d make a great girlfriend for you.”

Holy shit. She set me up? In a weird way, that was both hot and depressing. “W-What?” I exclaimed, echoing my thoughts. “You set us up?”

“No!” Her face turned even more red. “I mean, not really. I just let you meet is all…” She paused, her thin brown eyebrows knitting together. “And I was sure it would never happen after the way you disappeared the first time. But then, she started asking questions about you, and I realized you’d caught her interest. Although, I honestly wasn’t really sure what to think, because I tried to invite her over again, but she kept giving me excuses.”

I hadn’t doubted that Gabriella was telling me the truth last night, but it was still kind of surprising to hear it coming from Serenity. Granted, finding out that she’d been avoiding me too was a little confusing -- even I wasn’t sure what to think of that. Still, it was nice to confirm that Gabriella had sincerely taken an interest in me right away, even before she discovered my secret.

Realizing that my thoughts were threatening to turn my hair white again, I quickly changed the subject. “I’m going to start making breakfast. Do you want anything in particular?”

Serenity put her hands on her bony hips again. “Umm, excuse me? Aren’t you going to get ready for school? It’s Friday, not Saturday.”

I looked at her in surprise. “And what? Leave her here alone? You’re not serious, right? I can take a sick day -- I have perfect attendance.”

She gave me a critical look. “I can’t leave you two here alone! You really do think I’m stupid, don’t you?”

I held my hands up again, trying to physically block the thoughts attempting to invade my mind. “We aren’t going to do anything,” I hissed. “And besides, she has her own place! It’s not like you could stop it from happening if we really wanted to.”

And with that, I’d gone too far. I abruptly spun around and dashed into the kitchen, suddenly focusing my entire being into making something -- anything -- for breakfast.

“Hey!” she called after me, clearly shocked. “Are you okay?”

I was pulling out a bag of flour from the pantry to start making pancakes, my head empty now. “Yeah, why?” I said casually, keeping my thoughts focused on what I was doing.

“Don’t give me that,” she replied. “You just took off like a bat out of hell, not to mention…” Her voice trailed off.

“What?” I wondered, sounding uninterested.

She was quiet for a minute before finally answering. “Nothing. Your hair just looked a little gray for a second there.”

I paused, trying to act concerned. “It does?” I reached up and tried to pull a strand of it far enough away to look at it, though it was too short to really see it. “I sure hope I’m not getting gray hair. I’m only eighteen!”

Serenity sighed. “I must have just imagined it. It looks fine.”

“Oh, good.” I went back to working on breakfast, measuring out the ingredients to make the pancake batter. “Hey, does Gabriella eat dairy?”

Serenity nodded. “She’s not vegan. She just generally doesn’t eat meat. At least, not normally.”

“R-Right. Thanks,” I agreed.

After a long minute, Serenity abruptly closed the gap between us, hissing under her breath. “Okay, seriously Kai, if I find out you and her…especially in this house…”

I quickly shook my head while leaning away, trying to physically rid myself of the thoughts popping into my head. “Of course, of course.”

She then snapped at me again. “And if you do, you better use protection!”

I jumped away from her in shock, rapidly shaking my head. ‘Don’t turn white, don’t turn white, don’t turn white!’ The skin along my spine was definitely dark gray now, but I was pretty confident I’d managed to keep my hair a normal color. I could usually do that -- control where it happened, if I concentrated. It was one of the only reasons I hadn’t been found out yet, especially in school where some of the girls wore thongs, or otherwise provided undesired stimulation. Of course, my biggest defense was to just make sure I didn’t look, as well as making sure I masturbated at least once a day at home.

“Everything alright in here?” a voice suddenly asked from the kitchen entrance.

We both turned to look at Gabriella, although I immediately had to look away when I focused on the shiny purple silk pulled tight over her heavy breasts. Serenity immediately crossed her arms, causing Gabriella to lower her gaze, feeling a scolding coming on. It was suddenly as if she was a kid, and my friend was the adult.

However, instead of yelling at her, Serenity just sighed. “How’d you sleep?” she asked, sounding only slightly annoyed. I quickly went back to working on breakfast.

Gabriella hesitated briefly before responding. “Umm, really good, considering.”

Serenity sighed again and unfolded her arms. “I assume you’re staying here today too.”

“Too?” Gabriella repeated in confusion, but then realized what she was implying, with me seeing her glance in my direction from the corner of my eye. “Oh, I mean, my cars not here…” She paused. “And obviously I’m not going to work today after what happened last night.” She hesitated. “So, is that alright? If I camp out here?”

Serenity took a deep breath, and then walked over to the fridge. Opening it, she pulled out a yogurt and turned to walk out of the kitchen. “I’m going to run late if I wait for the pancakes, so I’m just going to stop for some coffee and eat at work. I’ll see you two later.” She then stopped when she reached Gabriella, whispering to her. “You’re still my friend, but I’m responsible for him. Don’t forget I’m a cop, and he’s still in high school. So, no funny business, alright?”

I heard Gabriella gulp in embarrassment and nod, before Serenity headed out the door. Once her car pulled away, Gabriella slowly walked up to me as I began scooping batter onto the skillet.

“Well,” she said emphatically. “That wasn’t so bad.”

Sighing, I nodded. “She wouldn’t really arrest you,” I reassured her. “She’s just torn between being my childhood friend, and acting like my mom. It’s been rough playing both roles for her.”

“Oh, I know she wouldn’t arrest me,” Gabriella agreed. “And she can’t anyway. I looked it up after we first met. Even if you were still a minor, I can take advantage of you all I want as long as you’re consenting. It’s called the Romeo and Juliet law, or something like that.” She giggled when my hair flashed white, shifting in an instant. “Okay, I have to admit. That’s really satisfying seeing the effect my words have on you.”

I groaned in response. “Please don’t tease me like that. What if she comes back?”

Gabriella suddenly leaned closer, her tone surprisingly seductive and drawn out. “But I wasn’t teasing. I get you all to myself for the rest of the day.”

I shivered in response, feeling the sides of my face begin to gray. Scoffing at her, I retorted. “Jeez, I thought you were shy!”

She leaned away, blinking at me. “Well, I am a little shy with strangers. But I warm up to people I like. That’s actually why I got a cosmetology license -- guaranteed to only have to work with one or two people at the same time. And the pay’s decent with the tips I get. I could never be a waitress -- talking to more than two or three people at once is kind of scary. Oh!” Gabriella quickly looked at me apologetically. “I’m sorry. I’ll be right back. I need to grab my phone and call work to let them know I won’t be coming in. Although, I wouldn’t be surprised if they already know.”

I hadn’t even thought about that -- the fact that people would know. She probably was on the news after what happened.

As soon as she went upstairs, I dashed to the window to look outside, just to double-check there weren’t news crews by the road or something crazy like that. I sure hoped the news stations didn’t find out she was staying here, or otherwise we might get bombarded with attempts for an interview.

Gabriella was only gone for a few seconds, before she quickly came rushing down the stairs with her phone in hand. It was evident she didn’t want to spend any time away from me, even just to make a phone call.

When she called her boss, I found out they hadn’t been expecting her to come in, considering that’s where she’d been kidnapped at the start of her shift. Her car was still there in the parking lot, not to mention the police had been there earlier yesterday, so her boss was at least aware she was missing.

As Gabriella explained the gist of what happened, it sounded like her boss pulled the news up on the internet -- not necessarily because the woman didn’t believe that she’d gone missing due to a serial killer, but just because it was one of those things you had to see for yourself.

“Oh my God,” the woman said. “You can take off as much time as you need, sweetie. I’m so sorry. I’m glad to hear you’re safe though.”

“Thanks, Darla,” Gabriella replied. “I think I just need a couple of days is all. It was pretty…horrible.”

“Do you need me to bring you anything?” her boss asked seriously.

Gabriella shook her head, causing me to grin at her for giving nonverbal cues again, as if the person on the other end could see it. She stuck her tongue out at me, giving me the unexpected urge to suck on it, before replying verbally.

“No, I’m alright. I’m staying with a couple of friends. They’re taking good care of me.” She gave me a meaningful look that made my face flush, prompting me to get back to the sizzling pancakes I had on the skillet.

“Alright, dear. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Gabriella thanked her and then hung up, immediately explaining her relationship with her boss. “She’s really nice. I used to do people’s hair, but now I work at a nail salon -- the environment is a lot different and my boss is much more friendly and relaxed.”

“Cool,” I replied simply, still feeling awkward about her look when she said we were taking good care of her. I then glanced at her when I noticed that she was slowly approaching me in a provocative manner, almost like a cat about to pounce. “Umm, have a seat please. Your breakfast is ready.”

“Aww, you’re no fun,” she teased, only to obey and turn around to go sit at the table. She watched me stack a couple pancakes on her plate and grab the syrup. “You said it feels good, right?” she wondered after a second, continuing when I nodded cautiously. “Then what’s the harm?”

I paused as I set the plate in front of her, suddenly wanting to remain this close. “I…” My voice caught in my throat, with me feeling uncertain of how to answer. “I guess there’s no harm in it,” I admitted. “I’ve just lived my entire life being very careful not to do it around others.”

Gabriella slowly reached out and wrapped her hand around my wrist, causing my partially whitened hair to fully transition again. “It’s just you and me here,” she whispered.

Shit, I could feel the blood rushing to my cock. Sighing, I gently pulled away. “Well, at least eat first, then I’ll let you do whatever you want afterward.”

Her emerald eyes lit up, her expression mischievous. “Promise?” she said excitedly.

I gulped, quickly returning to the stove while making an attempt to collect my thoughts. I just couldn’t believe this was real. Were we really going to fuck? Or did she have more tame things in mind? Either way, I was both excited and extremely anxious.

Excited, since it sounded as if she intended on taking control and fucking me, rather than the other way around. And anxious, because it would be my first time and my body just felt like it was going to explode at the idea of being naked and intimate with her.

After a second, I cleared my throat. “Y-Yeah,” I agreed. “Promise.”

I could hear her heartbeat quicken in anticipation, before she abruptly announced her plans. “Then, I’m going to make it my goal to keep you transformed all day!” she said cheerfully.

“W-Why?” I wondered with a furrowed brow as I focused on the pancakes, hoping her intentions weren’t actually more tame. I mean, I’d take anything from her, but if we started doing stuff, then I wasn’t sure I’d be satisfied with just kissing or something. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to fuck passionately and roughly like wild animals.

“Well,” she began as she took a bite. “I want to see if we can build up a tolerance for you. Sort of like coffee.”

“Wait. What?” I grabbed my plate, stacked with four pancakes, and went over to sit across from her at the table.

She pouted at my choice of seating, but then explained herself. “Well, if you drink it daily, like Serenity and I both do, then it actually loses some of its potency. If you want to have the same effect as the first time you drink it, then you’d have to keep drinking more and more. Basically, I want to see if you can get used to me, like I’m used to coffee.” She grinned at me again.

“Oh, okay.” I nodded. “Yeah, that would probably make this easier.”

“Exactly!” she said cheerfully, only for her tone to become more serious. “Although, with coffee, the more you get used to it, the more dependent your body becomes…” She winked at me suggestively, forcing another rush of blood to my face.

And to my cock.

Taking a bite, I focused on chewing and swallowing, before clearing my throat. “But you know, I can also transform at will, right?” I replied, quickly doing so to illustrate.

My skin fully transitioned to dark gray, even while my hair turned snow white, and my eyes shifted to gold and black.

She wasn’t even fazed. “Yeah, but that takes the fun out of it! I want you to try to resist!” She grinned. “If you are transformed, I want it to be because you can’t help it. That way we can work on you getting more used to me touching you.”

I gulped at the thought and took another hasty bite.

As I allowed myself to turn back into my human form, I unexpectedly almost shifted again when she reached out with her bare foot underneath the table to touch mine. I quickly jerked it away, my heart racing just from the simple touch. Her skin was so soft, even on her feet, and I suddenly had the craving for her to jerk me off with them.

Which was strange. I absolutely did not have any kind of weird fetish for feet, but it felt like every part of Gabriella’s body was erotic and enticing. Damn, was she really a normal person? It felt more like she was a naughty angel sent from heaven, or maybe a seductive succubus sent from hell…

Of course, I assumed such creatures didn’t actually exist, even despite the fact that I wasn’t human, nor did I think that heaven and hell existed. But, at the very least, I believed her when she said she was a normal person.

“Hey!” she complained with another pout when I yanked my foot away. “I thought you said I could do what I wanted to you.”

“After we eat,” I reminded her. Shit. She was really going to do things to me.

She didn’t respond, her cheeks flushed now, her heart racing. I suspected that she was just as nervous as I was, but was doing a better job of hiding it most of the time. We continued to eat in silence, rather than striking up another conversation, with her watching me the whole time with a passionate gaze, while I did my best to look anywhere except at her.

Finishing my four pancakes long before she finished her two, I got up to rinse my plate off. I then cleaned up the rest of the mess I’d made while making them, before finally turning around to look at her. She’d stopped eating entirely and was just watching me.

I knew, of course, being very attentive to every sound she made.

“What?” I wondered when she didn’t say anything.

She shook her head, blushing while she took another bite. After she swallowed it, she whispered a response. “I just really like you.”

“I really like you too,” I admitted, averting my gaze.

She took a few more bites, and then set her fork down on her plate. “I think that’s about all I can eat. Sorry. It was really amazing.”

“What?” I said in surprise. “No, that’s alright. You don’t have to finish it.” I turned to open one of the cabinets and pulled out a plastic container to put the rest in the fridge -- even if she didn’t want it for later, I wouldn’t hesitate to eat it. Food certainly didn’t go to waste in our house, because I was like a bottomless pit.

Seeing what I was doing, Gabriella got up and brought her plate over.

Once I had the leftover food in the fridge, I turned to see that she was leaning against the counter, watching me again. Sighing, I focused more closely on her face first, noticing that her lips still had a slight shine from her lip gloss. I then looked down at her body, taking it all in. The heavy purple silk was hanging provocatively on her curves, pulled tight at her busty chest and hips.

My body uncontrollably shivered slightly as I let my hormones surge, my cock rapidly straining against my black gym shorts while my body shifted.

“Wow, that’s all it took, huh?” she asked playfully, her expression curious. “You just had to look at me and that was it?”

My face felt hot. “I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I almost transformed when I first met you. It was all I could do to not shift immediately. I barely ran away in time.”

A smirk appeared on her face, as she slowly walked over and wrapped her fingers around my wrist for the second time. Even though I knew I could easily break away from her grip, it still felt like she had me in an unbreakable shackle. As if there was something about her intensity that bound me far more tightly than her hand could ever hope to do.

I suddenly felt trapped in a cage with a predator, although not unwillingly so.

“I’m going to have some fun with you,” she whispered seductively. She then gently tugged on me, leading me out of the kitchen and back to the living room.

Once we reached the couch, she pushed on my chest harder than I anticipated, probably knowing that I was stronger than I looked, though I kept my balance.

“Sit,” she demanded quietly.

I obeyed, sinking into the cushion as I watched her come closer, slowly climbing onto the couch and straddling my lap. Gabriella then sat down firmly on my throbbing cock, shifting her weight as she got more comfortable. I sucked in a sharp breath as she grabbed my face in both her thin hands.

“Hold still,” she whispered. “I’m going to kiss you.”

I held my breath as she took her time leaning forward, her emerald gaze passionate, her cheeks flushed, her pale skin framed by her bright red hair. She then gently rested her lips against mine, rubbing her lip gloss into my skin, before pressing more firmly and forcing her tongue between my lips.

Shit, I felt like she was fucking my mouth as her hot tongue began exploring, searching for mine.

Uncontrollably, before I could stop myself, I roughly grabbed her hips and shoved my cock upward, grinding against her hot silk-covered snatch before I realized what I was doing. I immediately broke away from the kiss. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. “That was too rough.”

She shook her head, her eyes overwhelmed with lust. “No,” she purred. “That wasn’t rough enough.” She then tried kissing me again, but suddenly all I could think about was touching her ribs last night and causing her pain.

“But what about your bruises?” I asked seriously, leaning my head away.

Gabriella sighed heavily and pulled away, hopping off my lap. I immediately regretted bringing it up. Had I offended her? Did I ruin the mood?

“S-Sorry,” I quickly said. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”

She shook her head, and began lifting up her silky shirt to just below her heavy tits, exposing her bruised body.

As a reflex, I blushed and looked away.

“No, look. I’m showing you,” she explained. “So you can see where they are. That way you won’t accidentally touch them, if it can be avoided.”

“Oh.” I forced myself to look at her, trying not to be distracted too much by her toned stomach. Once I nodded, she then turned around so I could see the few bruises on her back. There was one spot in particular that looked really nasty.

She saw me focusing on it, and explained. “That’s where he got me with the taser. I was opening up yesterday morning for work, and he tased me behind the building when I was taking some trash out.” I nodded with a grimace, prompting her to drop her shiny shirt, sticking her thumbs at the top of her pajama bottoms.

My eyes widened in shock. “Wait!” I said urgently, averting my gaze.

“What?” she said in surprise.

“I just…I just need a second. To prepare myself.” It was true. I was about to see her exposed hips and thighs, and possibly ass too. I wasn’t sure if I could control myself, because at that point there wasn’t much between me and her wet pussy. Clothes felt like an impenetrable barrier, and she was about to remove that obstacle.

She looked at me curiously. “I’m wearing underwear underneath.”

I glanced up at her again, partially covering my face with my hand. “Well, yeah. I assumed that much. It’s just…”

“Just what?” she asked softly.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, deciding to be honest. “Just the idea of seeing you only in your underwear, right in front of me…I feel like I might reach out and take you.”

“You can, if you want,” she replied quietly. “I’m yours.”

I quickly shook my head, knowing she didn’t understand. I was very strong, and had the capacity to be very rough. Too rough. “It’s too much right now. I don’t like feeling like I’m going to lose control of myself.”

She nodded. “That’s alright, but can I still show you the bruises?”

I took a deep breath and then nodded too, looking at her from between my fingers. She let the silky pajama bottoms slip down her waist and fall to the floor, revealing her toned legs. Her panties were white and kind of sheer, with lacy edges. Once she had turned around, so I got a chance to see it all, I quickly adverted my eyes while she pulled her pants back up.

“Do you exercise?” I wondered, trying to distract myself.

“I jog a mile almost every day,” she explained. “And I do sit-ups. Generally, I do it in the evening before I shower and go to bed. I used to use the treadmills at the small gym my apartment complex has, but I had too many creeps hitting on me, so I decided to spend a few hundred dollars to buy my own.” She then paused to examine my expression. “Why do you ask?”

I gulped as I thought about her toned body underneath the purple silk. “Well, I can tell you do something. No one looks like that without some effort.”

She shrugged. “Honestly, it only takes me like 15 to 20 minutes, which you probably wouldn’t think is a lot, but it makes a big difference when you do it every day. That’s the key -- to just be consistent with it. I never go longer than a day without running.” She then paused as she examined me again. “What about you?” she wondered. “I didn’t get a good look last night, but I’ve felt your chest and stomach. What do you do to stay in such great shape?”

“Oh, umm.” I thought about it. “I mean, I fly occasionally, and I guess I do run too, but that’s about it. I’m not nearly as consistent as you.”

Her emerald eyes widened. “Oh! I forgot about that! You had wings last night in the woods. Where did they go?”

“I’ll show you,” I replied, reaching for the collar of my shirt to pull it off, revealing my toned muscles covered in dark gray skin. I then looked up at her, surprised to see her audibly gulp as she looked me over with wide eyes. Suddenly, she was the one trembling slightly.

“Ready?” I asked to get her attention.

She nodded, still seeming mesmerized by my body, so I allowed my muscles in my back to reconstruct themselves and rapidly push out bat-like wings. I then reached them around in front of me, surrounding her with them so she could have a better look.

Without hesitation, Gabriella reached out and grazed the soft membrane with her fingertips. “Wow, this is amazing,” she whispered. “How is this even possible?”

I shrugged, causing my wings to move slightly as well. “I don’t know how it works. It just does.”

She focused on me then, her expression now pensive as she seemed to search for a logical explanation. “Have you ever been hurt before?”

I gave her a confused look. “Well, no. Not really. I’ve never even been sick.”

“Really?” she asked in disbelief. “Not even a cold?”

I shrugged again. “Nope. Not that I can remember at least. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, well, I just wondered what would happen if you got hurt. Like, how fast you would heal. If your body can create wings this fast, then it makes me think you would also heal almost instantly too.”

“Maybe. I really don’t know,” I admitted. “Although, I do weigh more than you might expect,” I added, watching her continue to feel them as she nodded. After a few seconds, I spoke again. “Do you want me to take you flying sometime?”

She looked at me in alarm, and immediately shook her head. “I think I’ll pass on that one. That sounds terrifying.”

“Well, you would probably think it’s cold, at least,” I realized, both of us falling silent again. I waited another few minutes, before speaking up, kind of wanting to get back to what we’d been doing. “Are you okay if I put them away now? I don’t really like having them out unless I’m going to use them.” She agreed, so I allowed my body to reabsorb the ancillary appendages.

I was hoping that she would resume kissing me, but instead she just stood there, still seeming mesmerized by my chiseled torso.

“Do you want to touch me?” I wondered out loud.

She glanced at my face, her expression shy now, and nodded once.

I couldn’t help but grin, finding it weird how the tables had suddenly turned. I reached out and grabbed her forearms, tugging her gently into my lap a second time. She sat down sideways on my cock, and carefully placed her trembling fingers on my stomach, gradually tracing the curves created by my abs.

I could smell her actively becoming more aroused as she ran her hand across my chest, switching between tracing my hardening nipples and collar bones.

My muscles weren’t massive by any means, but I was certainly well-defined.

After a few minutes of feeling me up, she leaned into me, wrapping her arms around my head and pulling my face against her massive tits. I wrapped my arms around her in return, my face growing hotter and hotter as I listened to her heartbeat through the smooth clothing.

“This is really nice,” I said quietly, wanting to do so much more, but also feeling content right now.

She nodded in agreement, briefly giving my head a tight squeeze. We continued to sit like that for a while, content just to hold each other even while my cock throbbed against her ass, before Gabriella spoke up again.

“Thank you, by the way.”

“For what?” I wondered, still listening to her heartbeat, not wanting to budge from my current position. She had already thanked me for pretty much everything I’d done for her, so I sincerely wasn’t sure why she was thanking me now.

“For last night. For not pretending like you weren’t the one who saved me. I was afraid you were going to do that -- play dumb. I was surprised when you didn’t. It made me really happy.”

I grimaced. “Honestly, I was planning to do that. But then I just couldn’t bring myself to lie to you. I guess deep down I knew it would hurt you, and I didn’t want to see any more pain in your eyes.”

Gabriella hugged my head tighter against her chest. “I wouldn’t have been mad if you had -- I was expecting it after all. But, I was still really glad you didn’t.”

I squeezed her gently in response. “Well, I guess you’re welcome then.”

We were both quiet for a few more minutes, when unexpectedly her phone started ringing in the kitchen. It was still on the table where she’d left it. I assumed we would just ignore the phone call, but she quickly pulled away.

“Oh! That’s the ringtone I set for Serenity.”

Gabriella immediately hopped out of my lap and ran to grab her phone.

“Hello?” she asked as she began walking back.

I could easily hear Serenity’s voice on the other end, sounding upset. “Hey, Gabriella. I’m really sorry, but they want me to come get you for some more questioning.”

“Right now?” she asked in surprise, stopping at the edge of the couch.

“Well, yeah…”

“But why?” the redhead demanded, clearly annoyed. It was actually the first time I’d seen her frustrated.

Serenity sighed briefly, before answering. “I can’t say a lot, of course, but it has to do with the situation last night. I guess they are concerned with…” Her voice trailed off. “Well, with how the serial killer died. They want to ask you more about the guy who saved you.”

“Seriously?” she said in disbelief, glancing at me. “I already told them everything I know. What is so weird about being stabbed in the chest?”

I heard Serenity bite her lip over the phone, something I knew she did when she was uncomfortable and didn’t want to say something. My friend continued after a second. “It’s because the knife was shoved straight through the sternum. Like, at a perfect ninety-degree angle. And…” She paused. “Well, they think this guy has been involved in a few other cases, where he killed the suspect.”

Gabriella’s eyes widened, fear suddenly tainting her scent as she looked at me in alarm. I couldn’t help but glance away in shame. She immediately seemed apologetic as she responded firmly. “Well, I’ve already told them everything I know. Can’t I refuse?”

Serenity sighed. “Well, yes. Actually, you can. Is that what you want me to tell them?”

“Yes, it is,” Gabriella said more assertively. “Tell them I’ve already shared everything I know, and I’ve been through enough. I just want to move on.”

“Okay,” my friend agreed hesitantly. “And I’m really sorry, Gabriella. I wasn’t trying to make you upset. The guy they’re worried about has only killed known murderers, all of whom were about to kill someone. They had hoped you might be the first witness who could actually identify the guy. Honestly, most of my coworkers don’t want to get involved in this because he’s saving people’s lives.” She took a deep breath. “But the law is still the law.”

Gabriella’s expression was even more guilty and apologetic toward me, as she continued speaking to Serenity. “Well, honestly, I don’t disagree with them. I’d be dead right now if it wasn’t for him. I mean, what was the guy supposed to do? Ask the serial killer nicely to stop killing me? He literally had a knife to my chest! You saw the cut!”

“I know, I know,” she agreed. “Really, that’s the only thing preventing this from becoming a full-blown case -- because it’s possible this person could have just stumbled upon these instances and intervened. It’s not like he tracked the perps down after the fact. So, if that’s the case, then it can be ruled as self-defense.”

Gabriella sighed. “Why do they even think it's the same guy anyway?”

“Oh! It's because the cases have the same MO. Each victim was stabbed through the chest, straight into the heart with meticulous accuracy…” She hesitated. “And the object wasn't always sharp, like a knife. One serial killer had his gun barrel shoved through his chest, which doesn't even seem possible for a normal person to do.”

“Yeah, that does sound strange,” Gabriella agreed, probably knowing that denying it would seem suspicious. “But like I said, I already told them everything I know.”

“Right,” Serenity replied. “I’m sorry for bothering you about it. Is Kai doing alright?”

“Yes.” She then looked at my expression, seeing that I was still averting my gaze. “He’s upstairs right now. I was just hanging out in the kitchen.”

My friend paused. “Well, maybe ask him to take you out to the mall or something…if you feel up to going out.”

Gabriella blushed, since it sounded like she was suggesting we go on a date -- or at least, trying to get us out of the house and around other people so we weren’t home alone together. Gabriella cleared her throat. “Umm, well, maybe. I’m kind of afraid to go out, honestly. I might wait until tomorrow before I try venturing outside again.”

“Right, okay,” Serenity responded. “Well, I need to get back to work. I’ll see you this evening.”

“Hey,” Gabriella said, her tone sounding more meaningful. “Thanks Serenity. Seriously. I’m really glad you’re my friend.”

“Aww! You’re going to make me start crying again! Just take it easy today, alright?”

Gabriella agreed that she would, and then hung up. I still couldn’t bring myself to meet her gaze, because knowing she’d been afraid of me, even for a second, made me feel miserable.

She tried to lighten the mood by speaking casually about it. “Looks like you need to change it up a little,” she teased, only to look apologetic again when I grimaced. “I'm just kidding. Are you mad at me?”

Sighing heavily, I shook my head. “No, I just sensed your fear when she told you.”

“Hey, I'm not afraid,” she retorted, placing her hands on her hips.

I sighed again. “I smelt it,” I said simply.

She let her hands fall to her side. “Okay, maybe I felt a little scared for a second, but she made it sound like the ‘victims’…” She did air quotes for emphasis. “Weren't murderers themselves. At least, when she first mentioned it.”

When I still wouldn’t look at her, she slowly walked up and stood close enough so that her knees were touching mine. I focused on her silk-covered thighs for a moment, before raising my chin to meet her gaze, seeing that her expression was now somber. Taking a deep breath, I reached out and placed my hands on her silky hips, pulling her gently forward.

She quickly brought her knee up to get back onto the couch, straddling my waist again. She then plopped down gently and wrapped my head in her embrace, squeezing me tightly both with her legs and arms at the same time. I was sure she could feel that my cock wasn’t hard anymore.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

I shook my head against her chest. “You don’t need to be sorry. I just feel ashamed that I made you afraid. I would never hurt you.” And I meant that. I needed to make sure I was fully in control, because I couldn’t afford to hurt her. Even just being too rough one time might make her not trust me again.

“I know,” she said quietly. “That’s why I’m sorry. I know you’d never hurt me, so there should have been no reason for me to feel afraid.” She continued to hold me for a while longer, before leaning away slightly. I looked up at her, blushing when I saw that the desire in her green eyes had returned.

Gabriella slowly lowered her face, focusing on my lips, until she abruptly closed the gap and kissed me passionately.

When her tongue slipped between my lips, feeling like she was fucking my mouth roughly again, it had the same effect as last time. I immediately pulled hard on her waist, forcing her down on my stiffening cock while I shoved my own tongue into her mouth.

She moaned again, but this time I didn’t stop. She gasped in surprise when I pulled away just enough to gently bite her juicy bottom lip. She immediately bit mine in return, a playful look in her emerald eyes as she sank her teeth into my flesh much harder.

However, she then had the same reaction I’d experienced, pulling away in alarm. “Sorry, that wasn’t too hard, was it?”

I shook my head and reached up behind the base of her neck, feeling her bright red hair cover my hand as I forced her lips onto mine again. Her hands began exploring my chest as we kissed, before she returned her fingers to my jawline to hold my face. We were both beginning to breathe harder through our noses, the sound becoming ragged and heavy, when I unexpectedly heard a concerning sound in the distance.

Yanking my head away, I listened closely.

“What’s wrong?” she asked in alarm, seeing my serious expression.

We had a fairly long driveway, and no close neighbors, so no one ever came near the house except me and my friend. However, currently a car was slowing down on the road, as if it was going to pull in. I suspected that maybe they were just turning around, but I wanted to make sure, considering someone like a reporter might have found out where Gabriella was staying.

However, when the vehicle pulled in, it didn’t stop and turn around. Instead, it began driving toward the house.

Shit. We had company.

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This is a long story that involves lots of plot and action, as well as sexual engagements that are detailed and intimate. This story is actually available on amazon and patreon too, but I have several places where I'm posting it for free.

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(Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)

Submitted to Sexstories: March 21, 2022

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