INNOCENT DEVIL'S HAREM CH. 07 free porn video

(Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)

Submitted to Sexstories: April 5, 2022

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

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- CHAPTER 7: Date -

After Gabriella and I rinsed off in the shower together and got dressed, I made sure I knew what mall we were going to, and then took a few deep breaths downstairs, focusing my thoughts in order to look fully human.

She approached me cautiously once I was done, looking for any signs that I was going to shift back. She was wearing her long-sleeve green shirt again, which covered up her bruising, as well as her jeans and normal panties underneath.

I angled myself more toward her, trying to keep my eyes on her emerald gaze, instead of roaming her body. Normally, it had never been a problem before -- a habit I’d long since established, to avoid examining a woman’s body -- but things were different now.

I could vividly remember every aspect of her naked form.

Especially her huge tits, now secured in a bra, but still arousing to even glance at.

Damn, I wasn’t sure I’d ever heard of someone being so skinny with such big boobs, unless they had implants. Yet hers were real and almost abnormally plump and firm. Not that I had a ton of experience touching boobs though. Really, I supposed I was mostly going off what I could remember from being around my mom, whose chest hung lower when she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her shirt.

Granted, Serenity’s tits were pretty plump too, although admittedly much smaller than Gabriella. I knew Serenity’s bra size was a C-cup, which was actually above average for someone as skinny as her, but I couldn’t even imagine what cup size Gabriella was.

I figured I’d ask her sometime, just out of curiosity, but not right now.

I had to focus.

I took another deep breath. “Okay, so what’s the plan?” I wondered.

She nodded, her expression serious. “While we’re out, you make all the rules. And if you just need to walk away from me, then do it. Don’t feel bad.”

“Sounds good,” I agreed. “Thankfully, if I feel like I’m going to start transforming, then I can kind of control where it begins.”

Her red eyebrows shot up. “You can?” she said in surprise.

“Yeah, like if I focus on keeping my hair normal, then generally my chest and back will start turning gray instead. And when I try to keep that normal too, then it will start showing up in my eyes -- I can at least close those.” She nodded again to indicate she understood, so I continued. “So, if you do see me close my eyes, just know that is probably the reason why.”

“Alright,” she agreed. “And I’ll do whatever you say without hesitation. No need to be polite. If you need me to walk away from you, because your eyes are closed and you can’t move, then just say ‘go’ and leave it at that. I won’t get offended or anything.”

A smile slowly crept onto my lips. “I really love you,” I whispered. How in the hell did I get so lucky?

Gabriella reached out her hand to grab mine, but then stopped herself, not wanting me to shift again. She looked up at me apologetically. “Sorry. I really love you too.”

We both sighed, knowing it was going to be difficult to remember not to touch each other.

Grabbing my keys and wallet from the small entrance table, I opened the door for her and then followed her outside to my car. I could smell that the deer I’d killed earlier, to hide the sadistic cop’s blood, was already beginning to rot a little in the heat of the sun.

Of course, I planned on waiting until Serenity got home before I moved it, because I wanted to make sure she saw it for herself. That way, there would be no doubt about where the blood on the ground came from.

Once we both climbed inside my silver used car, I took a minute to inhale a few more times deeply, just to make sure my heart rate stayed calm despite Gabriella’s intoxicating scent filling the interior of my car.

“We don’t have to do this,” she whispered unexpectedly. “I’m alright with waiting if it’s too much for you.”

I shook my head. “It will be easier when we aren’t alone anymore. Right now, your heartbeat and smell are the strongest things bombarding my senses. Once we’re in a crowd, I’ll have plenty of other things to focus on.”

She nodded, so I began backing the car up and then started down our long driveway, before pulling out onto the road a few seconds later.

On the way, we ended up talking mostly about music, discovering that we had completely different tastes in what we liked. Not that it really mattered too much to either of us. She certainly didn’t seem to care, and neither did I.

I felt like worrying about something so superficial was comparable to not having the same favorite color, or the fact that we probably didn’t like the same genres of movies, which was a fairly normal difference between most men and women. At the end of the day, we were distinct people, so there were bound to be some major differences.

The thing that mattered the most, especially to me, was the fact that she appeared to be willing to respect me and put my needs ahead of hers when it really mattered.

And the fact that she knew and would keep my secret.

I also really liked that she was responsible and supported herself.

Besides, growing up with my older friend, I’d gotten used to watching chick flicks, especially since I couldn’t handle scary movies without risking my hair turning white from being startled. Serenity and I also had different tastes in music, with her offering to take turns, though often I just listened to whatever she wanted.

Either way, I liked that Gabriella was different.

I felt like it made our budding relationship more interesting.

When we were getting closer to the mall, I decided to bring up the subject of our relationship status, since it wasn’t something that we’d really discussed at all. I had to be careful with my words though.

“So…” I began hesitantly. “Just wanting to make sure. We’re boyfriend and girlfriend now, right?”

I didn’t realize how embarrassing it would be to ask, until I said it.

My cheeks were flushed now.

Gabriella looked at me in surprise. “I’d say we’re a lot further than that already,” she exclaimed. “I want you forever.”

Instantly, my hair shifted white.

She was immediately apologetic. “Oh! I’m sorry!” She then paused, lowering her voice as she sank back into her seat a little. “Yeah, I mean, unless you want to take it up a notch anytime soon, we’ll go with boyfriend and girlfriend.”

I took a deep breath, feeling my hair return to normal. Thankfully, we were still driving, and I didn’t think anyone was looking this way when it happened. At the very least, I knew I usually wasn’t paying attention to other people, even when I was riding in the passenger’s seat with my housemate driving.

“I’m not sure how Serenity would react, to me asking you to marry me so soon. Plus, I’m still technically in high school.”

“True,” she agreed. “But we wouldn’t have to get married right away. You could still ask me, and then we could just be engaged for a while.” She looked at me warmly, only to abruptly continue. “But make sure you have a ring first!” she blurted out, quickly blushing in embarrassment. “If you don’t mind…I’d like it to be special, if that’s alright.” She paused, growing a little somber. “Assuming you think you want to be with me forever,” she added quietly.

Honestly, I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. Getting to fuck her hot body for the rest of my life was kind of a no-brainer, even if I had other options, not to mention that I actually liked her. In so many ways, I loved everything about her. It was as if the most perfect woman had fallen into my life out of nowhere.

And sure…I sincerely did love Serenity…

But I was being unrealistic to think that having her in my life like I wanted was anything other than a fantasy. I loved Serenity desperately, but knew I’d probably lose her if she ever found out the kind of pervert her younger housemate was.

Would she even be able to look at me the same if she knew I was infatuated with her? Or worse, found out that I actually wasn’t human?

At the end of the day, I could have Gabriella, while the only way to keep Serenity was to let us both move on with our lives and continue being normal friends to each other…

Facing reality kind of made me depressed, but at the very least I knew it wouldn’t be completely devastating if my older housemate finally moved on and got a boyfriend.

I wouldn’t be alone, thanks to Gabriella.

I smiled at her, seeing that she looked nervous now, due to my silence. “I guess we should probably get your ring finger measured then, huh?” I teased. “Just so I know for future reference.”

Gabriella blushed again, suddenly covering her face partially with both hands. “It doesn’t have to be super expensive. They have really nice stuff for a few hundred dollars.”

I glanced at her in surprise. “I mean, I can afford a higher price.”

She shook her head, dropping her hands. “I’d feel horrible if I lost something that was thousands of dollars. I can send you some ideas…if you want.”

“That would help,” I admitted, having no clue what she’d be interested in. “I want to make sure you like it.”

She looked at me reassuringly. “I’d like anything you got me.”

I glanced at her endearing gaze again, before quickly focusing on the road when the intensity of her look made my face grow hot. I then suddenly found myself chuckling.

“What’s funny?” she wondered, sounding confused.

I shook my head. “I just can’t believe this is really happening.” I sighed. “I had completely written off having a relationship with anyone. I mean, I can’t. Or at least, couldn’t. Because I’d transform. And now here I am talking about marrying you after a day. My life has changed so much, and it hasn’t even been a full twenty-four hours yet since it started.”

I slowed down a little, getting ready to turn into the massive mall parking lot.

“Are you happy about it?” she wondered.

“Well, yeah. I don’t think I could be happier,” I replied honestly. I then decided to change subjects, since I was looking for a spot to park now. “Alright, you’ve got to be good from here on out,” I teased. “No more fun talk.”

“I promise,” she said seriously. “I’m really looking forward to this,” she added.

“Me too,” I agreed as I pulled into a spot.

Climbing out of my car, we were careful about regrouping behind it, ensuring we didn’t accidentally touch while we walked side-by-side toward one of the mall entrances. When I held the door open for her, I didn’t even bother meeting her gaze, wanting to make sure I didn’t catch her giving me an endearing glance that would start pushing me over the edge.

Gabriella was more familiar with where we were going, so I followed her lead as she sort of led the way, although I still mostly kept to her side. I really wanted to hold her hand, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to under these circumstances -- at least not yet. However, I was sincerely looking forward to the day when I could touch her more casually without my body flipping out.

The mall wasn’t overly crowded, given the time of day even if it was a Friday, but there were still a decent number of people milling around. As we made our way to the bookstore, for the first time I finally got a glimpse of what she had to deal with regularly.

To be completely honest, I kind of thought she was exaggerating before, even despite how hot she was. Yet it seemed as if almost everyone took the time to glance at her as we walked together.

Granted, I could understand why.

For one, there was nothing like a skinny girl with huge tits to catch everyone’s attention. But that was the thing -- even the other women would look at her with jealousy in their eyes. And it certainly didn’t help that she naturally had vibrant red hair, and was overall drop-dead gorgeous.

Comparing her to the other women we passed, Gabriella was like a vibrant rose amongst thorns -- a goddess, among mortals. A hot young woman with a physique that almost seemed impossible in real life, without surgery at least.

After about only a couple of minutes, I finally realized I’d probably have to try focusing my attention on her after all, so I could actually enjoy myself.

Nothing like sensing the abrupt arousal of other guys to ruin my mood. It had happened when I was out with Serenity before, but she and I were so emotionally close that it almost didn’t matter.

In a strange way, Serenity felt like mine to the point that I didn’t have to worry about anyone else, even though she obviously wasn’t mine in that way.

But with Gabriella, I supposed the newness of our relationship made me feel like one of the guys was going to try to steal her away. I wasn’t nearly as secure with her as I was with Serenity, even though my older friend was ironically not the one considering to be with me forever.

However, I realized this was probably just the curse that came along with being so beautiful. And for me, the curse of having such a hot girlfriend. Everyone else was going to want what I had.

Sighing heavily, the gesture caught Gabriella’s attention.

She immediately looked up at me in concern. “Are you alright?” she whispered.

I nodded. “Yeah, it’s just…” I paused. “I can see why you bought a treadmill,” I admitted.

She mimicked my nod somberly. “Yeah, I’ve gotten used to all the stares, but having guys approach me and simply refuse to leave me alone is the worst part. And it’s not even like they can’t take a hint -- I tell them flat-out to leave me alone, and yet they still try to get in my pants.” She sighed. “I’m really glad I have you here, actually. It’ll be nice if having my boyfriend around keeps them away.” She then looked at me apologetically, likely concerned that calling me her boyfriend would affect me.

I shook my head to indicate I was fine. “I’m okay.” I then grinned at her. “I’m looking forward to being able to show more affection in public, eventually.” I abruptly looked away then, blushing at the thought, realizing this really wasn’t a subject we could talk about right now. From the corner of my eye, I saw she was blushing too.

I was thankful when the bookstore came into sight only a few seconds later, because she used it as an excuse to change the subject.

“Oh! We’re here,” she said excitedly.

As we walked in, I saw that the bookstore was really a separate building attached to the mall. It was massive inside, much larger than a traditional mall shop would be, with there being rows and rows of books of every genre imaginable. Of course, I’d been to this mall before with Serenity, but never looking for books. Plus, there was another smaller strip mall that was closer to our house, that we visited much more frequently if we went shopping.

I could understand Gabriella’s excitement though. This place was like a little slice of heaven for a book lover. There was also a coffee shop inside at the other end of the store, so she asked if we could go there first.

I smirked at her enthusiasm. “As long as I get to pay. This is our first date after all.”

My comment made her so happy that she almost grabbed my hand, only to abruptly pull it away and hold her fingers up against her chest. “Oops, sorry,” she said, quickly changing subjects. “Umm, what do you think you’ll get?” she wondered, as we continued walking down the main aisle.

I shrugged. “Probably nothing,” I admitted, lowering my voice. “Definitely not coffee. Too much caffeine can trigger the same effect as when I touch you. That’s why I usually don’t drink it.”

“Oh!” she said in surprise, quickly lowering her voice. “I didn’t realize that, but it makes sense. Good to know.”

Surprisingly, in contrast to the thinner crowd of the mall itself, the bookstore was pretty packed with people due to the storewide sale going on. The main aisle wasn’t too bad, but there were a lot of customers standing between bookshelves as they browsed, along with a nice long line of people waiting to order coffee.

As we got in line at the end, remaining silent for the most part, I tried to focus on the menu, just to have something to do, only to notice that people were staring at us.

Like, not just Gabriella, but I was getting looks too.

Granted, most of the other customers were women, and I knew I wasn’t bad looking myself, assuming that the reactions I got from some of the girls at school were any indication. However, I felt like I didn’t normally get a ton of stares.

It kind of made me wonder if the difference was the fact that Gabriella was by my side, with the combination making us stick out more together. It was also possible I just ignored the looks before, since I was primarily only thinking about my older friend as being my friend, and housemate, not my date.

At the very least, I felt like they probably weren’t thinking, ‘How did he end up with someone as attractive as her.’

Or at least, I hoped.

Kind of made me wonder what was actually on their minds. I strongly doubted the other girls closer to my age were jealous of Gabriella, for having me, but the idea that they might be jealous of her for having such a hot boyfriend kind of boosted my confidence a little.

Possibly somewhat ironic, but even though I was the supernatural one, when we were walking into the mall earlier, I couldn’t help but find myself feeling a little inferior when everyone had been ogling her. Thus, despite the fact that the stares were awkward, I was kind of secretly thankful for them.

Once I purchased Gabriella’s coffee, I followed her to what was apparently her favorite section -- paranormal fantasy.

“Huh,” I commented. “I kind of figured you would like romance or something.”

She blushed slightly. “Well, I do like that too. I read a lot of different stuff. But some of my favorite book series have been fantasy.”

“Like what?” I wondered.

Her face began turning red again. “Oh, you know, stuff about vampires, werewolves, and such. I guess they do usually have a good romance in them too. I just finished a book about demons actually. Well, not exactly demons like we think of them, but it was interesting. Different.”

“Different like me?” I teased quietly.

She smirked, focusing on some of the titles. “Yeah, except you’re better, because you’re real. Never thought any of this stuff could actually exist,” she admitted. “Kind of crazy when I think about it.”

I nodded.

She pulled out a book then, focusing on the cover, before holding it up toward me. “This seems interesting.”

I glanced at it, not really agreeing, but not wanting to admit that. “Cool,” I said simply.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, looking apologetic now. “This isn’t boring for you, is it?”

I shook my head. “No, this is fine. I’ll admit that I’m not super excited like you are, but I just want to hang with you. I don’t care what we actually do. Being around you is plenty entertaining enough.”

She smiled up at me warmly. “Are you sure though? Because I’m fine with doing something else if you want.”

“No, really. It’s fine. Even if I’m not interested in books much, I’m not bored being here with you. Trust me, I’m anything but bored around you.”

Her expression became more tender, prompting me to look away.

Sighing, she put the book she was holding back, only to pull out another that was bright red. It caught my attention, with me realizing the vibrant color reminded me of what had happened only just that morning -- killing the cop, drinking his blood.

I abruptly turned my head away again, glad her hair color didn’t have that same effect, but she didn’t seem to notice.

“Huh, this looks interesting,” she commented, finally looking up at me. “Are you fine if I read a little to see if I want to buy it?”

I nodded, clearing my throat. “Yeah, of course. That’s fine. We’ve got all day, really. I should probably send a message to my friend anyway, to let her know where we are. I don’t want her flipping out if she comes home early and we aren’t there.” To emphasize my point, I pulled out my phone as I spoke, which was only half charged after Gabriella plugged it in for me earlier.

She smiled and eagerly began reading the first few pages of the book she was holding.

After sending a quick message to Serenity, I focused on her again, finding my cheeks warming up at just the sight of how adorable she was reading her book in the middle of the aisle. I then decided to occupy my time by looking at some of the book covers on the shelves. A lot of the books were showing only their spine, but there were quite a few that were situated so that the cover was visible.

After a few minutes, Gabriella closed it. “Well, this one isn’t on sale, but it has a pretty interesting start, so I’m going to get it.” She seemed hesitant then. “Would you be alright with holding it for me?”

I smirked at her. “Of course,” I replied, reaching out to accept it.

Before long, she’d handed me another two books that she wanted to get, and then decided to move on to a new section. We checked out the science fiction next, where she picked out yet another book, and then finally romance.

However, in the romance section, I finally had to walk away from her after catching a glimpse at a particular cover that was overly suggestive. Normally, it wouldn’t have bothered me, but the image prompted me to think about what we’d done just not even a full hour ago. Never mind the fun we had before our nap.

I could feel her eyes on me as I abruptly disappeared around the corner, but she didn’t chase after me right away. Instead, she waited a few seconds, before I heard her slowly leave the section, seeming to just want to keep me in her sight.

Once I’d collected my thoughts and gotten my mind off fucking her, I made my way back, unwilling to make eye contact now. I was thankful that she realized I was still struggling a little.

“I think I’m done looking for now,” she said decisively, grabbing the books from my hands. “I’m going to go ahead and get these four books, and then do you want to check out the food court?”

I cleared my throat, feeling bad about ruining her fun, but also really needing a change of scenery at this point. “Can I buy them for you?” I wondered, finally glancing down at her. However, I immediately had to look away when her emerald eyes were suddenly full of affection. “Careful,” I said quietly.

“Oh, sorry,” she whispered. “Yes, I’d really like that actually. Not that I can’t afford it, of course, but it makes it feel more special knowing you paid for it. It’s like a gift then.”

I smiled, still averting my gaze as I turned to head toward the check out. However, she didn’t follow. I glanced back at her in confusion. “Coming?”

“Oh yes, sorry,” she said, catching up. “I wasn’t sure if you needed to get away or not.”

I shook my head. “No, I’m alright.”

As expected, the line to checkout was decently long, but they had enough cashiers to make it go quick enough. After only about five minutes, we were finally leaving, heading back into the mall toward the food court, with me carrying Gabriella’s bag of new books.

Once we got there, we decided on getting a couple of giant cinnamon-covered pretzels that came with a frosting dip, before sitting down across from each other at a small secluded table next to the only wall that had seating. I was grateful she seemed to know to avoid the word ‘dessert,’ instead using the word ‘snack,’ since the former held a significantly different meaning for me right now.

I wasn’t sure if she was doing that consciously, or not, but I definitely appreciated it.

I was angled more toward the wall, with the rest of the food court behind me, focused intently on Gabriella as we carefully socialized.

It was while we were talking about possibly going to one of the jewelry stores in the middle of the mall, to get her ring sized for future reference, that I caught unexpected movement from the corner of my eye.

A guy who looked like he was on steroids had been walking by, but he unexpectedly changed directions, and headed straight toward us. I was sincerely shocked when he continued to walk right up, as if he knew Gabriella, only to place his hand on the table between us, giving my date his full attention.

It all happened so fast, and was so bizarre, that I didn’t even know how to react.

Did she know this guy from somewhere?

“Hey there, babe. Why don’t you come hang out with me? I’m much more fun than this guy.”

What the fuck?!

Was this bastard for real right now?

I immediately closed my eyes, suddenly trying to restrain myself, as I had the urge to rip out his throat. And not for his blood this time.

No, I just wanted to slaughter the bastard.

A small part of me was glad I was at least facing the wall as I felt my chest and back turn gray, knowing no one would see if my face showed signs of changing too. Still, I couldn’t believe this was really happening right now. How could someone be so arrogant and bold to just approach some random girl and try to steal her, while she was clearly on a date!

Something didn’t feel right about this.

Did this kind of thing really happen to her?

I mean, I knew she was hot, but seriously?

This was ridiculous. To the point that I wouldn’t believe it if it wasn’t actively happening right now. Was Gabriella some kind of magnet for assholes or something?

Forcing my transformation into my eyes to stop my skin from graying more underneath my clothing, I tried to take comfort in the fact that Gabriella knew how to handle herself. After all, she’d dealt with this kind of issue for years now, and had always been able to get out of these situations on her own.

Not to mention, the way this guy looked -- the way he smelt -- I suspected that me trying to intervene would actually just make him more aggressive. The only person who could truly shut him down was her, which meant I just needed to let her do what she already knew to do -- make it clear she wasn’t interested.

I still hated it though. Hated that I couldn’t just get up and shove this guy on his ass.

Because, while technically her job was to say ‘no,’ I felt like my job was to intervene if he didn’t respect that no. But could I? Could I make him go away without transforming?

Gabriella’s tone was firm. “Not interested,” she snapped. “Leave us alone.”

It was obvious she was pissed, but I also noticed a hint of concern in her tone too, likely because she’d noticed that my eyes were closed.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t so easy.

The asshole didn’t let up.

“Oh?” he scoffed. “You’re with him? I thought that was your brother or something,” he laughed.

This wasn’t my first time dealing with jackasses. I knew he was intentionally trying to be offensive, especially since Gabriella and I didn’t look anything alike. If anything, he probably thought that putting that idea into her head would make her reconsider her choice, which was stupid as hell.

Either that, or maybe he was actually hoping for a fight.

Gabriella ignored the comment, apparently smart enough to not let the guy bait her into arguing with him. “I said, leave us alone,” she repeated firmly.

“Hey now,” the bastard replied. “I’m just trying to have some fun.”

Gabriella was definitely pissed now. “I said--”

Unexpectedly, I sensed him grab her arm roughly, immediately causing my eyes to flash open to confirm what my other senses were telling me.

Enraged, I did everything in my power to stay seated, while forcing my pupils into slits like a cat’s eye, my irises bright gold.

“Hey!” I barked out.

He turned to look at me with a triumphant expression, almost as if this was what he was aiming for, before he suddenly jerked back.

“What the fuck!” he exclaimed in alarm, sincere terror pouring out of him.

My tone was ice cold. “I suggest you leave, before I gut you,” I hissed.

Without hesitation, my prey turned and bolted away as fast as he could, like he was sincerely running for his life, cursing as he went. My eyes closed the moment he was gone, my fists clenched in my lap, my palms hiding sharp black claws that were just beginning to elongate.

I could hear Gabriella shifting in her seat as she urgently looked around, making sure no one saw me. But I was pretty sure no one had been paying attention, though I was confident we definitely had people staring now, due to the commotion he caused.

She then leaned forward toward me. “We should just go.”

I quickly shook my head, trying to get ahold of my emotions. Part of me really wanted to run after him and make good on my promise to gut him. She waited patiently for me to respond verbally.

Finally, after a couple minutes, my eyes were back to normal, so I opened them to find her watching me in concern. She looked ashamed and guilty too, though I already was aware of that from her scent.

I tried to smile at her. “We still need to get your ring finger measured, remember?”

“No, seriously. It can wait,” she disagreed. “What if that guy tells security? Or calls the police?”

I sighed heavily, knowing she was right.

Dammit.

Standing up, we grabbed our snack to bring with us, prompting her to vent once we left the food court and began making our way to the exit.

“Jeez,” she hissed. “I figured that after yesterday, and this morning, I had used up my quota of bad luck for the rest of my life.” She then clarified when I gave her a confused look. “I do have guys come up to me like that sometimes, but I don't think assholes who are that arrogant are normal. The fact that he actually grabbed me is shocking. No one has ever gone that far before.”

I focused ahead as I considered that. “Yeah, actually there was something weird about it,” I agreed, thinking back on his behavior. “Honestly, it almost seemed like he was trying to provoke me, rather than trying to get with you. He acted almost…accomplished, when I finally reacted. Maybe he was just looking for a fight?”

“Maybe,” she replied. “He did seem like the kind of muscle-head who might do something like that. It just sucks that all our bad luck had to happen all at once.” She then was thoughtful for a moment, only to continue with an endearing tone. “Thank you, by the way. I really appreciate you coming to my rescue.”

I intentionally didn’t meet her gaze, knowing her expression would probably make my hair start turning white. “You’re welcome,” I whispered simply.

Once we reached my car, I sighed heavily as we climbed in, glad to have that over with. It was a nice date, but it ended up being more stressful than I anticipated. I spoke up again as I pulled out of the parking spot.

“Well, I'm glad all that was just a fluke, instead of the norm. I'm certainly not going to tolerate guys putting their hands on you.” My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I spoke, my knuckles turning white. However, after a second, I realized that what I’d just said might sound more controlling than I intended. I quickly focused on her. “You know you can walk away, right?”

Gabriella looked at me in surprise. “What? What are you talking about?”

I grimaced. “Like, if you decided you didn't want to be with me…” I paused. “I'd be devastated, of course, but you can do that. Leave me.”

“I don't want to leave you though.”

I realized she didn’t understand what I was getting at. “I mean, I just didn't want you to feel…trapped.” I glanced at her again. “Because you know my secret, and obviously I’m a lot stronger than normal people. What I meant is that I wouldn't hurt a guy if you let him touch you, although obviously I'd probably die on the inside.”

Gabriella immediately reached over to touch my arm, causing my hair to flash white unexpectedly. However, she didn’t move her hand, and I decided I didn't care if anyone saw me with white hair -- for all they knew I could have just dyed it.

“Kai…” she began hesitantly. She then shifted gears, addressing what I was trying to tell her. “Thank you. I get what you're saying. You won't be a stalker ex-boyfriend, who hurts everyone I date, or who even might try to hurt me. But you won't ever be an ex, so long as you always want me. I don't just casually date. I've really only had the one other boyfriend, and it wasn't even that serious. I'm serious with you. I'm committed.”

I sighed, my breath coming out more ragged than I was expecting. I reached over with my left hand to place on hers still resting on my right forearm. “Me too. Even if you cheated on me, I'd still take you back in a heartbeat…” I grimaced again. “Granted, I'd probably have trust issues after that, if I'm being honest.”

“I won't cheat on you!” she exclaimed. “I'm not that kind of girl! I won't even be friendly with other guys! You're the only guy I need.”

I sighed heavily, thankful to hear that, but now feeling paranoid about it happening one day.

She switched subjects then, her tone sounding a little more playful. “So, are you saying you don't currently have trust issues?”

I glanced at her, recalling what my housemate told her the previous night. “I have a hard time forgiving people,” I admitted. “Or rather, it's not that I don't forgive them, because I'm not holding a grudge against anyone right now. So I guess, really it is trust. Obviously, I have to keep people distant to begin with, but overall I give everyone one chance. If they break the small amount of trust that I have for them, then that's it. I'll never trust them again.”

“You know I would never break your trust on purpose, right?” she asked urgently. Her scent was immediately tainted with panic, almost as if she was afraid that a single mistake would make me leave her forever.

“I won't leave you,” I reassured her, assuming that was the subject on her mind. “Like I said, even if you cheated on me, I'd be devastated and miserable, and probably wouldn’t be able to have sex with you again for a long time. But I'd still take you back. I’d still want you in my life.”

She finally let go of my arm and leaned back in her seat, probably so I could start trying to look normal again. “Well, I won't cheat. Never. And actually, what you said goes both ways. If you somehow ended up sleeping with someone else, I’d take you back.” She sighed. “But I just want to make sure you know that I'd never betray you on purpose. The fact that I haven't told Serenity about you, even though I think she could handle it, should be proof of that.”

“It's not just that,” I explained. “She's a detective. It's her job to catch criminals, which would put her in a tough position if the police ever decided to come after me.”

“Oh. Yeah, I see what you mean.” She paused. “I hate to say this, especially since you saved my life, but maybe you should stop getting involved.”

I glanced at her pained expression, smelling guilt coming from her for even mentioning it, as if she was being selfish for asking me not to risk it.

“You might be right,” I admitted. “At first, I only did it when the case made Serenity especially upset. But now it’s kind of hard knowing that someone’s about to be killed, and I’m not there to stop it. Sometimes, I think about all the people who would have died -- all the people who were spared that trauma. At least, that thought eases my conscience.”

“I know,” she whispered. “I sometimes think about what would have happened had you not saved me. I feel like I’m stealing that from someone else by even asking.” She then scoffed. “The law is so stupid. If you’re killing a known murderer, then I don’t see what the problem is.”

I sighed. “Well, the problem is because regular people can get it wrong. Someone might be framed as a murderer when they are innocent. That’s why the law is written the way it is. At least, I think that’s why.” I took a deep breath, both of us falling silent for a moment.

I then continued. “I guess maybe I could just try catching them instead, but then I’d have to figure out a consistent way to tie them up, as well as a way to avoid them seeing me. Not to mention your attacker probably would have gotten away, since he had an accomplice -- never mind the fact it was a cop! It makes me sick just thinking about all the murders they might have gotten away with. Never mind the ones they may have already done, that the police don’t know about.”

Gabriella nodded in agreement, but didn’t respond, causing us to fall silent again.

Her voice was quiet when she spoke up. “What do you think we should do when we get home?”

Given her serious tone, I knew that us spending any more intimate time together was probably not on her mind. I ran my fingers through my hair as I considered my response. “Well, I want Serenity to see the deer for herself. Of course, she would believe me if I told her about it, but I’d rather make sure there’s no doubt in her mind. Other than that, I need to cook dinner.”

“Can I help?” she asked, suddenly eager. “I think it’d be fun to cook together. Plus, Serenity said she wanted to try my cooking.”

I smirked at her. “Yeah, sure. That does sound like fun. It could be like an extension of our date.”

Gabriella gave me a huge grin. “Perfect! And I also need to work on your tolerance more before she gets home.”

“Umm, are you sure?” I asked seriously. “That might not be a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Well, what if Serenity comes home early? She normally only sends me a message if she’s going to be more than an hour late.”

Gabriella was pensive. “Well, you can hear her coming, right?” She continued when I nodded. “The worst case is you might have to go hide in the bathroom for a few minutes. See? Problem solved!”

I chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Alright, but let’s keep my mind on something else until we get there. This conversation isn’t good for my skin.”

Gabriella laughed abruptly. “Wow, that’s a great quote.” She then gave me an apologetic look. “I know what you mean of course, but ‘this conversation isn’t good for my skin’ is hilarious. I might have to reuse that someday.” She giggled again in response to my confused expression, before continuing. “So, what do you want to talk about?”

I thought about it for a minute. “Can you tell me more about your life? Like, maybe tell me about your family? Oh, and you also said you were going to tell me the reason why you knew what you liked…” My voice trailed off, knowing she’d know what I meant.

Why she knew what she liked in the bedroom.

“Oh, umm, sure,” she agreed. “Family first. My parents only live about twenty minutes away. I have a sister who is twelve years older than me, so I grew up most of my life basically as an only child. I barely even remember it when my sister lived at home. It seems like such a long time ago. As you can imagine, my parents are kind of old compared to other people my age…”

I interrupted her. “Our age. I’m only two years younger than you.”

“Right, sorry!” She gave me another apologetic look. “That really bothers you, doesn’t it?”

I shook my head in denial. “I don’t know why. I guess it’s because it makes me feel like I’m too young for you.”

Gabriella laughed again. “Oh, so my parents? Robbing the cradle seems to run in my family, because my mom is eight years older than my dad. Although, what’s crazy is that my mom actually looks younger than my dad. You’d probably think that she’s in her early forties, maybe even late thirties, even though she’s in her fifties.”

I looked at her in surprise. “Oh, that’s different. Not necessarily the age gap, since I’ve definitely heard of people being even a decade or more apart in age, but the fact that it’s not the reverse. I feel like it seems more normal for men to marry younger women, rather than the other way around.”

She shrugged in response. “Maybe. It seems normal to me, since that’s what I grew up with. However, that’s actually part of the reason why I enjoy being so dominating with you in bed.” She paused when I gawked at her, prompting her to immediately continue. “Like, their entire relationship was like that growing up. It still is. Not that they ever did anything around me,” she quickly added. “They barely even kissed if someone was around, but as I got older, I began to realize that their playful banter was essentially foreplay.”

Damn, that was awkward.

I cleared my throat. “So, I’m confused. How exactly does that relate to you knowing what you want in the bedroom?”

She looked a little embarrassed now. “Well, my mom is kind of really into the dominating thing -- obviously. When I was younger, I had the normal conversation with her about sex pretty much when they covered it in school, but when I turned eighteen a couple of years ago, we had a more thorough conversation about that kind of stuff. Specifically, she gave me a rundown on how to be safe, and how to communicate what I wanted.”

Holy fuck, was she serious?

I didn’t know what to think about that. I mean, I supposed that wasn’t too weird, but I couldn’t imagine talking with my dad about that kind of thing.

Then again, I’d never know how I would have felt about it, since he was gone…

Dammit.

I tried to continue the conversation, not wanting to get depressed and ruin what was left of our date. “Well, I guess I’m glad I know, and glad you waited to tell me, although I hope it doesn’t affect my perception of them. Especially if I’m going to probably meet them one day.”

“Oh! I’m sorry!” she exclaimed. “I guess that was a little TMI, wasn’t it?” She paused. “But, I mean, you do like it, don’t you? How I take control? Because my mom helped me figure out what I like, and gave me tips on what kind of things to do to exert control.”

Holy fuck!

I felt my hair immediately beginning to turn white again, unable to believe that Gabriella’s mom was the person I had to thank for this hot beauty knowing how to take control in the bedroom. And did that include an education in sex positions too? Because Gabriella really seemed to know what she was doing, as if she had experience.

Then again, she did mention that she had some pretty slutty friends in high school, so maybe her mom just gave her more vague tips about the dominating and communication part, and her friends filled in the rest.

I cleared my throat, knowing I needed to answer her question about liking her taking control.

“Yes,” I admitted. “But this probably isn’t the best time to ask that.”

She glanced around, the road surrounded by trees now that we were out of the city. “Why? We’re almost home, right?”

Her words sent a chill down my spine. Home.

“What?” she wondered, a hint of playfulness in her voice.

I glanced at her affectionately. “I just really liked it that you referred to my place as home. As if it was your home now too.”

“Oh. Well, they do say your home is where your heart is.” She smirked at me. “And my heart is with you,” she added. She was then pensive as I pulled onto our street. “Although, what are we going to do long-term?” she wondered. “I doubt Serenity would be too thrilled if I moved in, and I’d kind of feel bad if I stole you away and made you start living with me.”

I shivered at the thought of her ‘making me’ live with her.

I cleared my throat. “Umm, well I guess I could ask Serenity if you could live with us, but you’re probably right. I strongly doubt she would agree to it. Mainly, she probably wouldn’t like the idea that we were…umm, you know, in the house.”

“So then, I guess we need to convince her to let me keep you at my place.”

“Jeez,” I scoffed. “You make it sound like I’m a pet.”

She grinned widely. “Oh! That could be fun. Maybe I’ll make you my pet next time I take advantage of you.”

My heart was suddenly pounding in my ears as my body shifted fully, my face feeling like it was burning up. My phones started vibrating in my pocket then, but I ignored it, trying to change the subject. There was no one else on the road, and I could see my driveway, but still. I was fully transformed right now.

“Umm, back to your parents. I was wondering more about like what they do for a living and such,” I tried, just as I was getting ready to pull in.

“Nah, I’d rather talk about you being my pet,” she teased. “We’re home anyway.”

Immediately, I slammed on the brakes just as I pulled in, quickly ducking my head even before the car fully stopped. My face was now almost in Gabriella’s lap.

She quickly looked up in alarm to see what caused the abrupt reaction, only to realize the problem.

Serenity was home early, appearing as if she’d just arrived before us.

And she 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: April 5, 2022

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