INNOCENT DEVIL'S HAREM CH. 08 free porn video

(Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)

Submitted to Sexstories: April 6, 2022



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

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NOTE: This chapter gets into the beginning of some plot development that will eventually lead to the formation of the harem, so don't freak out by the introduction of a guy (he serves a purpose to the story, but that purpose does NOT involve him sleeping with any potential harem candidates).

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- CHAPTER 8: Detective -

Serenity was home early, standing outside the house next to the dead deer, and she wasn’t alone. There was a guy with her, crouched over the corpse and examining the arrow intently. Although, I wasn’t really worried about them thinking the deer was more than what it seemed.

I was fully transformed due to Gabriella’s teasing!

Shit!

With my head now almost in Gabriella’s lap in the passenger’s seat, I tried to process the situation.

I was safe for now, confident that I hadn’t been seen, but I had to think fast. I couldn’t look normal when I was this anxious, and especially not with my head where it was! Her scent was overwhelming this close! To the point that I felt like my head was swimming in her intoxicating aroma!

Gabriella’s tone was urgent. “I’m sorry! What do we do?”

I tried to grasp for anything. ‘Wait! Mailbox!’

“Check the mail,” I instructed in a much calmer voice than I felt. “Even if there’s nothing there. I just need a few seconds.”

Gabriella glanced behind us at the mailbox, just a dozen feet away from where we’d abruptly stopped, before responding. “Okay, I’ll try to take my time. Look at my phone or something, as if I got a message.”

I nodded, prompting her to open the door, climb out, and close it behind her.

Now alone in the car, I tried to focus my thoughts, taking a few deep breaths. Gabriella’s potent scent still permeated the air, but I’d been around it all day, which helped a little. However, that alone wasn’t enough to allow me to focus, prompting me to begin talking to myself.

“Calm down. Deep breath. No one saw me. They were both looking at the deer. Everything is fine. Just chill out!”

Catching the sound of a bird in the trees, muffled slightly by the glass windows, I focused on its singing, homing in on its feathers rustling as it moved, while continuing to breathe evenly, my anxiety finally settling down.

Taking a final deep breath, and checking my hand to verify my skin was its normal shade, I slowly sat up to see that Gabriella was stopped halfway on her way back to the car, focused intently on her phone as promised. Of course, she didn’t have any mail -- if we had any, then I was sure Serenity would have gotten it.

Gabriella finally glanced up, noticed that I’d returned to normal, and then hurried back to the car.

“Sorry,” she whispered the moment she closed the door.

I shook my head, beginning to drive slowly down the driveway. “It’s alright. You didn’t know. Although, this is kind of why I can’t take chances like that.” I paused when I smelt her scent become tainted with guilt again, glancing to see the same look in her emerald eyes. “Hey, I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you too,” she replied almost inaudibly, still sounding sad.

“Hey, now,” I said gently, my tone endearing. “We’ll just have to be more careful next time. And you need to act normal around them, or else they’ll know something is wrong. So, don’t beat yourself up about it. It’s okay. Really. Let’s just focus on making dinner together.”

A small smile tugged at her full lips, the guilt disappearing. “Right. I’m really looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” I agreed as I pulled up next to Serenity’s blue car. However, now that I had a chance to process the situation more, with my most pressing emergency over, I finally registered that my housemate had brought a guy home.

What the fuck?!

Of course, this wasn’t the first time she’d brought a coworker by for dinner, but never a guy!

Fuck!

Surely, she wasn’t interested in someone out of the blue? Did she decide to date all of a sudden because she knew Gabriella and I were interested in each other? Did she think something like ‘my young friend is dating, and about to be out of high school, so maybe I should move on in the romance department too?’

The thought alone made me jealous, irritated, and a little depressed, though I knew I had to play it cool, since obviously I shouldn’t even care that much. Not to mention, we were trying to cover up a murder, and that definitely came first!

When we got out, I recalled that I hadn’t mentioned the deer to Serenity yet, so I decided to act surprised. She was already looking at me now.

“Hey Ren, what happened here?” I asked seriously, trying to keep the edge out of my tone.

Gabriella glanced at me, only to quickly take my lead, also looking surprised and confused.

“Hey, Kai!” my housemate said cheerfully. She then held up her hands as she shrugged. “Dunno. Looks like a hunter must have gotten a deer or something. It must have happened just after you left for the mall, because it already kind of stinks. I was just trying to call you, to let you know about it, when you pulled in.”

“Wow,” Gabriella chimed in. “That’s pretty crazy.”

The guy who had been crouched over the deer stood up then, prompting Serenity to introduce him. He had dark skin, short curly brown hair, and dark eyes. Overall, he had a very easy-going vibe about him, though it might have just been because he looked exceptionally tired.

“Oh, and this is Nicholas,” Serenity explained. “He just moved here, so I decided to invite him over for dinner.”

Fuck. This couldn’t be happening. Did my housemate really like this guy?

Serenity immediately gave Gabriella an apologetic look. “He’s actually on the case for the man who saved you, but he promised not to ask any questions about last night.”

The person in question spoke up then, his tone reassuring. “Right, I’m not here on business. And you can both call me Nick. I don’t usually go by my full name.”

Dammit! Serenity was intentionally calling him by his full name?! Fuck!

“Nice to meet you,” I said evenly, attempting to avoid being rude. I didn’t inherently have a problem with him and would have been fine under different circumstances, but knowing that he wasn’t ‘here on business’ was actually worse than the opposite.

I then focused on Serenity, that edge finally leaking into my voice. “Although, it would have been nice to know you were having company over.” I quickly tried to recover, focusing on Nick. “Not that you aren’t welcome,” I lied in a more convincing tone. “My best friend just almost never has anyone over.”

Could I call her that? My best friend?

I mean, she was my best friend, since forever, as well as my only friend, but still…

“Kai!” Serenity exclaimed, her cheeks turning rosy. “You make it sound like it’s a big deal.”

Fuck! I was an idiot!

“Uh, right,” I agreed. “Definitely not the first time you’ve had a coworker over for dinner. Just wasn’t expecting it, is all, since Gabriella is over.”

Serenity suddenly looked a little ashamed, seeming uncertain of how to respond.

However, Nick chimed in again, before the conversation could get any more awkward, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. “Want me to help you pull this into the trees?”

I nodded, looking at Gabriella. “I guess do you want to pick out what you want us to make for dinner?”

“Sure,” she replied happily, having no idea I was distressed about my friend’s unexpected date. She then continued when Serenity gave her a confused expression. “We were going to make dinner together. Figured it would be fun.”

“Oh! Sounds good!” Serenity agreed, motioning for Gabriella to follow her inside.

I proceeded to walk over to the deer to grab a leg, avoiding the guy’s gaze entirely. I knew I had to keep my cool, but I was in no way happy about this situation. I wasn’t ready for my older friend to move on, and now that she’d brought a guy home, I suddenly realized I might not be able to ‘deal with it’ like I assumed.

Granted, I suspected that my recent sexual experience with Gabriella had some influence on me there. Previously, I’d been a virgin, but now that I’d lost my virginity, I found myself not wanting Serenity to have that kind of experience with another guy, even if it would allow me to live vicariously.

I mean, sure, it was possible she’d slept around and I’d just somehow missed it, but as far as I knew, she was still a virgin too. Granted, she’d been casually dating someone before all our parents passed away, so it was possible she wasn’t as inexperienced as I assumed, though she hadn’t dated since then. Still, with my overly sensitive nose, I felt confident I’d know if she’d done something…assuming she didn’t shower right afterward…

Dammit, now I really wanted to know if my friend was a virgin or not!

And either way, I really didn’t want her to move on right now. I wasn’t ready! I wasn’t sure I’d ever be ready!

Fuck!

With my fingers grasping one of the deer’s hind legs, I was about to begin dragging it alone, only to stop myself at the last second, realizing it would probably be suspicious if I didn’t need the help. After all, while I was toned, I wasn’t sure I looked strong enough to drag it by myself.

Nick grabbed the other leg just a second later, and we both began tugging it into the trees.

“How far do you think we need to go?” he asked after a moment, seeming as if he was helping progressively less and less as we went.

I cleared my throat. “Well, coyotes will probably find it tonight, so the further, the better.”

Fuck, it felt like he wasn’t even helping anymore. Granted, the guy wasn’t massive by any means, being about average size, but he didn’t look weak either. Maybe it was just because he was sincerely tired? The dude looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

It was also possible he was out of shape too.

By the time we’d dragged the corpse a good distance away from the house, I was confident he wasn’t helping anymore, just keeping his hand on the leg for show.

Whatever.

Didn’t need his help anyway.

Satisfied that we’d gone far enough, we finished dumping it and began walking back to the house in silence.

Nick tried to start up a conversation after a few dozen steps.

“Well, that was fun. You must work out,” he commented.

I shook my head, not wanting to lie about it and get found out later. “I’m pretty active, but I don’t lift weights or anything.” I paused. “I do run sometimes though,” I added. “I’m sure that helps with my endurance.” I glanced over my shoulder, seeing that the deer was almost out of sight. “Kind of weird though. We’ve never had that happen before.”

Nick nodded in agreement. “I almost wonder if someone actually shot it right there in your front yard,” he said, only to continue when I gave him a confused look. “It’s just that, there wasn’t a trail of blood leading to that spot, and it looked like the arrow pierced the heart, which would have caused an instant death.” He paused. “Although, it would then make you wonder why the hunter left it there.”

I tried not to seem too shocked that he’d been so observant. After all, I had to remember that he was a detective, and looking for clues was his job -- something that had likely become a habit, even when he wasn’t working.

Of course, there wasn’t a trail of blood, because I didn’t shove the arrow into its heart until it was laying directly over the blood from the cop serial killer, who tried kidnapping Gabriella earlier that morning. My goal in waiting was to ensure a ton of blood covered that spot.

Not wanting to seem suspicious, I kept my tone casual. “Yeah, actually that is kind of weird.”

Nick quickly became apologetic. “Sorry, I have a thing with puzzles. That’s why they always put me on hard cases, like the one I’m currently working on.”

My eyes widened in surprise, quickly trying to think of a more logical excuse. “Huh, that’s cool. Though I’m not sure it’s much of a puzzle. Maybe the hunter left it since they technically shot it on someone else’s property.” I shrugged. “They might not have seen the house until after they were going to grab it.”

“Oh,” he said, nodding. “Yeah, that could be.”

Fuck.

I was glad Nick seemed to think that explanation made sense, but now I was concerned that he was going to notice something else odd. But then again, I couldn’t imagine there was enough evidence to lead the police to a solid suspect in the case regarding me. Honestly, there should be no reason to be concerned about it.

The only reason why I’d found myself in this situation was because Serenity was a detective herself. Otherwise, this kind of coincidence wouldn’t have happened.

Still, I needed to be careful I didn’t do anything that might give Nick reason to be suspicious about me. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem, but now I had to be extra careful since Gabriella would be around. My housemate might not notice something small, but if this guy was really so observant, then he might pick up on my skin graying or something.

When we got back to the house, Nick waited outside with me while I took the time to hose down the area. Which I appreciated. Not that I would have been unaware of what was going on inside, thanks to my heightened senses, but it was still nice to know he wasn’t going to just barge into my home and try to hit on my best friend and girlfriend.

Because it was my home too.

The blood had of course coagulated, which meant I basically ended up just using the thin stream of water to push all the clotted mess further away from the house.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much I could do about what had soaked into the ground. I could still smell it -- the stench of rotting blood -- but at least the grass prevented it from being visible. I just wished it wasn’t so close to the front porch, but I only had myself to blame for that.

Finished, Nick finally followed me into the house to see what the girls were up to. However, only Gabriella was in the kitchen, looking through the pantry while she had some boneless chicken breasts thawing out in the sink with hot water running over it. I knew Serenity was upstairs getting changed, probably into jeans and a t-shirt, instead of her more professional work attire.

Oddly enough, Nick was already dressed more casually himself, prompting me to wonder if he made less of an effort to look professional, since it sounded like his skills were valued to the point that no one cared. Either that, or today hadn’t been an official workday for him.

Deciding to rinse my hands off, I went over to the sink, nudging the spout over before dipping them under. I then grabbed some soap, scrubbed up a little, and went to dry my hands.

Nick followed my lead, only to look at the steaming water in confusion for a moment before just barely touching the stream with his fingertips. “Shit!” he exclaimed, jerking his hand back. “Damn that’s hot.”

“Oh,” I said, quickly adjusting the temperature, while noticing in the corner of my eye that Gabriella was failing to hide her concern. “Yeah,” I continued in a lighthearted tone. “It was almost unbearable by the time I was done. Sorry about that.”

Gabriella chimed in without missing a beat. “I just turned it on, so it probably hadn’t warmed up all the way.”

I gave her an appreciative look, before deciding to move on before the situation became even more awkward. I honestly hadn’t even thought about the temperature being too hot for a normal person, but thankfully it seemed as if Nick was going to let it go.

“So, what are we making for dinner?” I asked her cheerfully.

She immediately caught on to the shift in my tone. “How does Roman Chicken sound?” she asked with the same level of enthusiasm.

I considered that, running through the required ingredients in my head, since this wouldn’t be the first time I’d made that dish. “Well, we do have bell peppers, and all the right spices, but I don’t think we have tomatoes.”

She shook her head. “I found some canned tomatoes that will work fine. They were stuffed in the back of the pantry, though I left them there in case you wanted to do something else.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” I agreed.

She smirked. “Then would you want to chop up the raw chicken once it’s finished thawing, so it will cook faster in the skillet? I can work on the bell peppers.”

I grinned at her, sincerely looking forward to cooking with her. Thus, it took me a moment to realize that Nick was standing there awkwardly, seeming unsure of what to do now that he’d finished washing his hands.

I focused on him, trying to maintain my lighthearted tone. “Oh, hey, Serenity should be down in just a minute. Do you want anything to drink? Although, we only have milk and orange juice at the moment.” I paused. “Serenity might have some lemonade in there, but I’m not sure.” There was a lingering scent of lemonade, but that didn’t guarantee it was gone.

“Sure,” he agreed. “I can get it though, if you’re fine with me going through the fridge.”

I nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine. Cups are up there,” I added, gesturing to the appropriate cabinet.

Nick proceeded to open the fridge, pull out some orange juice, and then open the cabinet to grab a glass. As he was pouring at the table, he spoke again. “Oh, do either of you want some, while I have it out?”

I glanced at Gabriella who shook her head, so I decided to volunteer. “Yeah, I’ll have some. Thanks,” I added. The boneless chicken breasts looked to be thawed enough now, so I decided to grab a cutting board and pull it out to begin chopping up, while Nick poured a second glass.

However, my muscles tensed when I unexpectedly heard a small ‘plop’ just after he was done pouring.

I glanced over my shoulder, knife in hand, to see that he was putting the cap back on the orange juice, returning it to the fridge as if nothing unusual happened.

However, now I was suspicious as hell, especially after everything that’d occurred in the last day.

The guy then proceeded to grab a glass and sit at the table, leaving the other for the taking. At the same time, I heard Serenity making her way back downstairs, prompting me to snag the second glass before anyone else tried taking a sip of it. Gabriella noticed my behavior, but didn’t say anything, instead just watching me closely as I returned with the drink, holding it up like I was going to sip it.

Instead, I used my nose.

Sure enough, without a doubt, there was something with a faint bitter scent in my drink.

Fuck.

I was doing everything in my power to not overreact.

“Hey,” I commented loudly, just as Serenity made an appearance in the kitchen. “This tastes kind of weird,” I lied, since I’d used my nose instead of my mouth. “Does yours taste alright?”

Nick gave me a sincerely confused expression, before taking a sip of his drink. He then immediately looked at me apologetically. “Oh! I’m sorry! I’m really tired, so I put a caffeine pill in it to dissolve. But I must have grabbed the wrong one, because normally I can taste it.” He then turned his apologetic expression on Serenity as he got up. “Sorry, it looks like I may have wasted some of your orange juice.”

Fuck, no way in hell was this going to waste.

If it was really just a caffeine pill, then this guy was going to prove it by drinking it himself.

“Actually,” I said, my tone a little firm as I walked up to him. “I barely touched this, so you can have it. I’ll take yours.” I reached out and grabbed it without waiting for him to agree, handing him the one I had.

He hesitated for a second, before accepting it, taking a second sip. “Yep,” he said. “The caffeine pill is definitely in this one. Sorry about that,” he repeated, before moving to go sit back down at the table. “Although, worst case, you just might have had a hard time going to sleep tonight.”

“R-Right,” I agreed, holding the glass up to my nose to verify it smelled normal. When it did, I decided to gulp half of it down and then set it on the table. Of course, Nick would have no idea that caffeine could have an adverse effect on me, not to mention the guy really did look exhausted. I supposed I really did overreact, although it made me wonder why he didn’t just swallow the pill.

I decided to ask, echoing my thoughts. “Hey Nick, just wondering, but why not take it like a normal pill?”

He nodded in acknowledgment, taking another sip, only to swirl the juice in his glass a little. “Oh, well, there are two reasons actually. One is that I have a hard time swallowing pills in general -- bad gag reflex -- but the main reason is because I get horrible stomach cramps from taking these pills whole. Letting it dissolve in something prevents that from happening.”

Gabriella chimed in then. “Why not just drink coffee or something?” she wondered.

Nick shrugged. “Well, honestly I didn’t want to ask you guys to make some, since you were already making dinner for us.” He paused. “And I also like to know exactly how much caffeine I’m getting. It’s sort of an OCD thing.” He paused again. “Well, not really. I don’t actually have OCD, but you know.” He shrugged.

Serenity hadn’t said anything yet, seeming like she felt a little awkward from us pestering him with all our questions. She finally spoke up. “Anyway Nick, do you want to go chat in the living room while they make dinner? It sounded like this whole ‘them making dinner together’ thing was sort of a date.”

Fuck! How was I supposed to enjoy my ‘date’ with Gabriella when my lifelong friend was in the other room with some random dude?

And Nick was definitely some random dude! She said he’d only recently moved here! Surely she couldn’t already be interested? But then for what other reason would she have invited him over? Just to be nice?

At least I’d be able to listen in on them, to kind of gauge my friend’s interest, and to make sure there was no funny business. But shit.

I shrugged in response to Serenity’s comment, trying to act casual. “Yeah, I admit it was, but I didn’t want to be rude.”

Serenity smiled, though it was a little off. “Oh, no. You’re fine, Kai. I’m glad you two are getting along so well,” she said, giving me a wink that thankfully no one else noticed -- Gabriella had turned to focus on chopping up the peppers, and my housemate was standing a little behind Nick, off to the side.

Normally, I might have found myself threatening to at least blush, between her wink and what she was suggesting, but I was too distressed over the drink situation and just the very fact that Nick was even here.

“Anyway,” Serenity continued, focusing on her guest. “Let’s leave them alone until dinner’s ready.”

Nick nodded in agreement, holding his glass of orange juice as he followed her out of the kitchen. He glanced back one last time just before entering the foyer area. “Sorry again about that.”

“It’s alright,” I replied casually. “It’s just caffeine, after all. Wouldn’t have hurt anything anyway.”

I then sighed heavily once they were out of sight.

I heard Serenity suggest he have a seat on the couch, followed by her sitting down as well. I relaxed a little when I heard her shift her weight, because while I couldn’t be sure without looking, the fact that neither of them had quicker heartbeats suggested to me that she made sure there was a cushion between them.

However, now that they were occupied, I was thinking about the drink again, as well as the fact that this guy was on the case involving me in the first place.

Turning around, I saw that Gabriella was watching me cautiously.

She spoke up in a whisper when I moved closer to begin working on the chicken again.

“Can they hear us from in there?” she wondered. When I shook my head, she continued. “Well, that was a close one. That could have been really bad.”

I shook my head a second time. “No, I didn’t actually drink any of it. I heard him put the pill in and I could smell it, so it wouldn’t have been an issue either way. I was just more concerned about whether or not the pill was truly harmless. But I guess I was just being paranoid.”

She shrugged. “I don’t think you’re being paranoid. I mean, he’s on the case. Not to mention, we just had that encounter this morning with someone who appeared to be one of the good guys. So, I really don’t think you’re being paranoid at all. We did talk about how that man could have had a third accomplice.”

I thought about that for a second. “Yeah, but I honestly don’t think it’s him if that’s true, especially if he just moved here. Plus, he seems too sincere. I can hear when people have elevated heart rates, and I can smell when they are nervous. He seems completely chill, just tired is all. I think he’s alright, so let’s just focus on enjoying cooking together.”

Of course, I didn’t want to mention that I also had a problem with him due to the fact that I had a thing for my older friend.

Gabriella smiled. “Okay, but I don’t want to accidentally say something to turn you on, so maybe we can talk more about you. Can you tell me more about yourself?”

I nodded, grabbing the knife again to cut up the thawed chicken. “Sure, what do you want to know?”

“Hmm, let me think,” she replied, working with her own cutting board, the two of us side-by-side. “Can you tell me about school?”

I sighed, running the knife through the raw meat. “I mean, there’s really not much to tell about that.”

Gabriella seemed cautious as she responded, as if she might offend me. “Well, Serenity mentioned you don’t have any friends, so does that mean you sit alone for lunch?”

“I try to,” I admitted. “I usually don’t socialize with anyone, although I’m not exactly rude either. If someone talks to me, then I’ll respond most of the time. But I also don’t make an effort to keep a conversation going.” I shrugged. “I think most people have gotten used to it, although I know it bothers some of them, since I do interact a lot more when I have to, such as for class.”

I paused, knowing there was really only one person in particular, which prompted me to elaborate.

“For example, there’s a girl who sits with me at lunch almost every day. She knows I won’t talk to her for the most part, so she doesn’t even try getting me to socialize anymore, but she still sits with me. However, she has a lot of friends, so that means the table always ends up full.” I sighed. “Honestly, if it wasn’t for her I probably would eat alone, although I’ve kind of gotten used to it.”

Gabriella looked at me in surprise, suddenly suspicious. “Is she pretty?”

I shrugged. “I mean, maybe? But I don’t think about stuff like that -- I can’t.” I then paused when I realized she looked a little jealous. “Hey, you don’t need to be jealous of her. Even if she is pretty, she’s got nothing on you.”

She sighed. “I just don’t like the idea of some random girl trying to steal my guy. Or rather, I don’t like the idea of being replaced. I suppose it wouldn’t bother me too much if…” Her voice trailed off.

I looked at her in confusion, expecting her to continue, but she didn’t. I thought about prompting her, but then wondered if maybe it would be better to just ask her later. After all, anything related to dating wasn’t exactly a subject we should probably focus on right now.

I cleared my throat. “Well, to be fair, you and I have only been together for a day. If anything, she’ll probably think the same thing, if she finds out I have a girlfriend.” I paused. “I mean, if she even has a thing for me in the first place,” I quickly added.

Gabriella sighed heavily. “How long has she even been doing this?”

I began putting some of the chicken in the skillet as I thought about it. “I think she started after we had a group project together. I obviously had to talk to her, so she probably found it as a shock when I didn’t speak to her much after the project was done.” I paused, grimacing. “Now that I think about it, she did seem hurt that I wouldn’t socialize with her when she tried eating with me the first time, but for whatever reason she never gave up.” I shrugged. “That was two years ago.”

Gabriella abruptly stopped what she was doing, looking up at me in disbelief. “She’s been doing this for two years? Okay, seriously that’s obsessive. Are you sure she hasn’t been stalking you too?”

I shook my head, rinsing my hands off, before leaning against the counter now that I was finished with my part of the chopping. “I would know if she was,” I replied in a low voice. “Heightened senses, remember? Her scent isn’t overwhelming like yours, but I know what she smells like.”

Gabriella was quiet for a few minutes, her red eyebrows knitted together as she focused on cutting up the bell peppers. When she finally spoke, she seemed less annoyed. “Well, honestly, I guess I can understand. Even though you ran away the first time I met you, I wanted to pursue you, and I would have kept trying.” She then looked up at me carefully. “What I mean is, I probably would have done the same thing -- obsessed over you, hoping you would let me in eventually.”

I looked at her in surprise, suddenly concerned. “Do you think my unfriendliness actually makes me more enticing?”

Gabriella considered that. “Possibly it does for her, but not for me. I was actually happy that you opened up to me sooner rather than later. Meaning, I was interested either way. You didn’t have to be distant, or play hard-to-get, for me to feel obsessed.”

Obsessed? Holy fuck.

I was careful as I probed for more information. “Okay, obviously we need to be careful about how intimate this conversation gets, but I have to ask…” I hesitated. “You’re obsessed with me?”

She sighed, glancing at me. “Are you sure you can handle the truth right now?” When I nodded, she continued slowly. “Obsessed, infatuated, fixated, lovesick. I’m it all, honestly. I wish you could feel my emotions, so you could know just how crazy I am about you. And it’s not just a shallow infatuation based on appearance only. You really are everything I’ve ever wanted, and you’re even things I didn’t realize I wanted.”

“Like what?” I wondered, trying to keep myself reserved emotionally, as if we were talking about math or something.

Gabriella took a deep breath, her voice still low. “Well, I would have been fine with you being a normal guy. That wouldn’t have changed my fundamental interest in you. However, the fact that you aren’t normal…” She hesitated. “Well, you’re fulfilling a need that I didn’t even realize I desperately wanted. Like, I do like to read stories about this kind of thing, but it’s just fantasy. I never realized how much it would mean to me to be loved by someone like you.” She paused, only to quickly clarify. “Not that you being supernatural is the most important thing. I wasn’t lying when I said I would have come here last night, rather than trying to find the guy who saved me, if it had been someone else.”

I nodded in acknowledgement, unsure of how to respond.

Gabriella took a moment to examine my expression and appearance, before continuing while remaining focused on her chopping. “And then, there’s the fact that you’re so innocent. I know that won’t last forever, and I already knew I liked that about you, but I didn’t realize how much I needed to be the one to steal that innocence from you. Like, I really feel like you’re mine for keeps, even if something ever happened between you and someone else, because I got to be the one to take that from you.”

I couldn’t hide my shock from what she was insinuating, the implications forcing me to close my eyes as my body started shifting.

Because it almost sounded like she was saying she didn’t mind me being with someone else too, which I knew couldn’t be what she meant, but just the thought was too much for me right now.

Especially since there was someone in particular that I also did sincerely want, even though it was never going to happen.

Gabriella continued without missing a beat, not seeming to notice. “Mine forever,” she emphasized. “Plus, it makes for an amazing time in bed,” she added, sounding amused before her tone immediately became apologetic. “Sorry.”

I shook my head, still trying to focus my transformation so that it didn’t show on my visible skin or hair. Then, I took a deep breath.

I knew Serenity and Nick were still safely in the living room, so I decided to open my gold and black eyes to glance at her. “It’s alright,” I whispered. “Maybe you can tell me more tonight, but we should probably change subjects.”

Gabriella nodded slowly, her emerald eyes wide, now seeming entranced by my gaze.

I quickly looked away. “I’m going to grab the can of tomatoes and get it open, so we can begin sautéing them with the peppers.” Really, I just needed an excuse to walk away for a few seconds.

“R-Right,” she agreed, quickly attempting to finish up.

However, just as I turned away, I heard her wince quietly, knowing instantly that she’d cut herself. I could smell the blood.

“Ouch,” she hissed softly.

I turned back around to see how bad it was, glad that it didn’t look too deep, although it was still bleeding freely, already threatening to drip onto the cutting board. Gabriella moved her hand over the sink to rinse it off.

“Wait,” I whispered, my tone more urgent than I intended.

I then immediately turned my head away, suddenly ashamed when I realized why I asked her to wait. Because I wanted it. I wanted her blood.

Gabriella picked up on my expression. “Do you need it?” she asked quietly. When I didn’t respond, her tone became more decisive. “Hurry up, before it drips.” She then reached out with her other hand to grab my shirt, urging me closer. “Hurry and do it. Otherwise, it will go to waste.”

I focused on her with my black and gold eyes, still feeling ashamed, sincerely craving her blood, but hating myself for the desire.

Gabriella reached up then, grabbing my chin as she brought her bleeding finger closer, holding it up to my mouth. The fact that the blood was about to drip on my shirt finally gave me the little extra push I needed to allow her to stick her finger in my mouth.

The taste was overwhelming, my mind flooded with relief briefly as I began sucking on it.

However, after the small amount, the desire vanished, the urge completely dissipating again. I quickly pulled her finger out of my mouth, my ears attentive to Serenity in the other room as I held Gabriella’s hand down under the sink to rinse it off.

I could hear my girlfriend’s heart pounding in her chest now from our shoulders being pressed firmly together, but I ignored it, experiencing a weird combination of depression and compassion. The compassion, at least, was enough to cause my skin to continue darkening underneath my shirt.

Once the gray color was threatening to climb up my neck and down my arms, I finally pulled away, apologizing quietly as I went to go hide in the closet-like pantry for a moment. Standing alone for a few minutes helped a ton, reminding me that I had more pressing issues to worry about, including the fact that we had company over, who also happened to be on the case in the search for the guy who saved Gabriella.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the can of tomatoes and then returned to her side.

She was holding a paper towel against her finger, checking to make sure it had stopped bleeding when she noticed me approach.

“Do you need a bandage?” I asked quietly, my tone somber. She nodded, so I continued. “Come with me?”

When she indicated she would, I set down the tomatoes on the counter and then led her upstairs. I called out to Serenity on our way up, saying we would be right back.

She didn’t seem concerned.

Once we were alone in the bathroom, I apologized again. “I’m really sorry about that.”

She shook her head. “If you needed it, then you needed it. It would have just gone down the sink anyway.”

I sighed, pulling out a bandage for her finger, and then beginning to apply it for her. “Yeah, but…” My voice trailed off for a second. “I really don’t like this,” I admitted. “I’ve gone my entire life not knowing this was something I might need under certain circumstances. It makes me feel like a monster.”

Gabriella gently rested her hand on my chest, prompting my hair to flash white. “You’re not a monster. We just talked about this earlier today,” she added firmly.

“I know,” I agreed. “But still. I don’t know what will happen if I try to resist. I don’t even know for sure that being injured is the only thing that will make me want it. And most importantly, I don’t know if it’s truly a ‘need,’ or if it’s just a strong desire to speed up the healing process in the event I get hurt. If it’s a want, then it means I can resist. However, if it truly is a need, then I’m afraid of what would happen if I did resist.”

With her finger newly bandaged, Gabriella reached up to clasp my face in both of her hands, attempting to ensure I would look at her. “I understand, baby. But right now isn’t a good time to test it out by trying to resist all evening. You obviously needed it, or wanted it, whatever. Either way, now we can have dinner and relax without having to worry about what might happen if you had resisted.”

I took a deep breath, glancing away. “Are you sure you can still love me though? If it turns out this is something I really need,” I clarified.

“Look at me,” she demanded quietly. She continued once I did. “I’m committed. I’m in this, no matter what. And besides, you’ve gone your entire life without drinking blood, so obviously it can’t be that strong of a need.”

My shoulders dropped in resignation, hoping she was right. That, and hoping she didn’t ever decide to change her mind. This whole situation put things into perspective for me. Here I was all flustered about my lifelong friend bringing a guy home, forgetting that having her for myself was a complete fantasy. I’d gotten really lucky with Gabriella accepting my secret, and while it was possible my friend might be able to handle it too, I couldn’t live with her rejecting me entirely. To the point that I’d never risk taking that chance.

I really needed to stop wishing for the impossible.

After all, even if a miracle happened, and I could somehow have Serenity, then that would only mean I’d have to give up Gabriella in exchange. And while I would have made that trade in a heartbeat earlier this morning, I wasn’t sure I could do it now. Our afternoon together had really changed how I felt about Gabriella -- made my attachment a lot stronger.

Sighing, I changed the subject, able to still smell our cooking food in the kitchen. “Well, we need to get back downstairs. The chicken is done, and we need to get the tomatoes and peppers added.”

Gabriella smirked. “I think it’s going to take a while for me to get used to your strong sense of smell. You still surprise me when you comment on things that most people wouldn’t be capable of sensing.”

“Like how you want me right now?” I wondered playfully.

She blushed. “Sorry, I just think you’re hot.” She quickly removed her hands from my face, seeing that she’d been covering up graying skin. “Right, so about that chicken,” she said, being overly serious.

I smirked, giving her a quick peck on the forehead, before urging her to head downstairs without me, allowing me the chance to focus on my breathing.

Once I looked normal again, I followed after her, joining her in the kitchen.

Gabriella seemed pensive while she prodded at the contents in the skillet.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered.

Her frowned deepened. “I was just thinking about that girl again. The one who always sits with you at lunch.”

“What about her?” I prompted, when she didn’t automatically continue.

“Well, I was wondering if I would have ended up like her, if you had not allowed me to see you transformed.” She grimaced, glancing up at me. “I almost feel bad, knowing she’s probably liked you for so much longer. She’s been waiting on you for two years by the sounds of it, and here I am getting you almost right away, simply because I lucked out.” She sighed. “So I was just wanting to know how things might have turned out differently if I didn’t see your secret last night.”

I frowned as I thought about it. “I guess it depends on how assertive you ended up being,” I realized, only to pause. “Let me ask you this. If the events of yesterday had not happened, and it had just been a normal day, then what would you have done about your interest in me?”

She was quick to respond. “I’d already decided I would try harder to talk to you. All I could ever do was think about you. I just wasn’t sure when would be a good time.” She focused on me again. “But eventually, I would have tried to corner you, to force you to either admit you liked me or prove you didn’t.”

“Really?” I said in surprise.

She nodded, confident in her answer. “When you disappeared the first time we met, I saw the look on your face just before you excused yourself. I could tell you were interested, at least interested in me physically. But then you escaped to your room.” She sighed. “I tried to understand why you would have done that, which was one of the reasons I started asking Serenity questions about you. Eventually, I realized that you probably were only embarrassed, and didn’t know what to do about your feelings. It gave me more confidence, and I decided that I would give you time to think it over, hoping you might ask about me or something.” She paused. “But honestly, I was really interested in you and was beginning to get impatient. I was already almost at the point of just inviting myself over and finding an opportunity to corner you -- even barging into your room if I had to.” She then looked up at me urgently, as if she was afraid she might be disclosing too much for me to handle right now.

I was fine though.

“It’s hard to believe you’d be so bold,” I admitted.

She grinned. “I mean, I probably would have been extremely nervous, but that wouldn’t have stopped me from still cornering you. I can’t handle dealing with lots of people at once, but when I’m just dealing with one person, I don’t let my nervousness stop me. It’s like last night when I came downstairs. I could barely talk, but I still did it.” She was pensive for a second. “Granted, it helps if I’m actually determined to accomplish something in particular.” She paused again, glancing up at me. “But then, my question for you is, what would you have done when I did corner you?”

I already knew the answer. “It was a really close call when I first met you,” I explained. “My reaction to you was completely different than anyone else, including the girl at school. Sure, I guess now that I’m thinking about it, she is pretty. But my attraction to her is nothing like it is with you.” I sighed. “Honestly, if you’d cornered me successfully, then I wouldn’t have been able to stop it. With no other options, I would have just stood there, frozen in place with my eyes closed, hoping you wouldn’t be afraid of what you saw. Because I would have transformed in an instant.” I grimaced. “It pains me to think of how vulnerable I would have felt.”

Gabriella was giving me an endearing look. “If I’m being completely honest, I probably would have been afraid at first, shocked at what I was seeing. But I would have quickly recovered. Seeing your vulnerability, I would have moved closer and asked if I could touch you, like I did last night on the couch. I know for a fact that’s how I would have reacted, because that’s basically how I reacted last night when you were carrying me out of the woods. Once I saw your face, and realized who you were, I immediately felt a lot calmer. The only reason I wasn’t more myself then was because I was still in shock from everything I’d just gone through.”

I gave her a warm smile. “So, then I guess it was inevitable.”

“Sounds like it,” she agreed. “Honestly, I was less than a week from confronting you. I’d already waited a while to give you a chance to work through your feelings on your own.”

I nodded, my focus suddenly elsewhere as I quickly changed the subject.

“They’re coming,” I whispered.

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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 6, 2022

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