INNOCENT DEVIL’S HAREM CH. 12 free porn video

Original: November 4, 2020 (Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)

Submitted to Sexstories: May 22, 2022

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

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- CHAPTER 12: Predicament -

After we ate some of the chocolate covered strawberries, which were even tastier than I was expecting, Gabriella decided she wanted me to carry her to the bed as a sort of symbolic ‘crossing the threshold’ for our engagement. At which point, we ended up fucking again, her riding my cock on top, with me being allowed to fuck her without rules or restraint.

Once she got there, I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight while I kept shoving myself in her pulsing pussy until I was cumming too.

Now, she was lying on my chest, one of my arms holding her firmly while my other hand gently felt the smooth silk of her sky-blue nighty on her back. My heart was still racing even though we weren’t moving around anymore, though I ignored it, enjoying our postcoital embrace.

Gabriella had her left hand on my chest too, eyeing her brand-new engagement ring with a small smile playing on her full lips.

It’d been really nice being able to touch her whenever I wanted to touch, wherever I wanted to touch, allowing my passion to guide me, but I definitely liked it both ways, including when we played by her rules.

She finally broke the silence after a long handful of minutes.

“That was really amazing,” she said softly.

“You were amazing,” I agreed with a smirk. Then, after a pause, I laughed.

“What?” she asked playfully, looking up at me, her emerald eyes endearing, her bright red hair a little disheveled.

I sighed. “I still just can’t believe how different my life was only yesterday morning. I went from being a virgin to fucking you at least four times in one day. Not to mention the whole engagement thing.” I sighed again, squeezing her gently. “I had no hope of ever being able to have a relationship with anyone, and here I am suddenly engaged. It’s hard to wrap my head around. Everything has happened so fast with us.”

She grinned at me. “Are you happy about it?”

I focused down at her. “Of course!” I said sincerely. “This is the best day of my life by far.”

“Me too,” she agreed quietly, beginning to run her fingertips along my dark gray chest. She then sighed. “I guess we should get back to your place though. Serenity will probably start worrying about us if we are too late.”

“Do you want to finish the strawberries here?” I wondered, since we still had a few.

“Nah, we can eat them on the way.” She paused. “If that’s alright?” she added, looking up to see my expression.

I inclined my chin. “Yeah, that’s sounds fine. We should probably rinse off in the shower too, and I also want to clean up your kitchen a little before we go. Don’t want to be a messy houseguest,” I teased.

Gabriella grinned at me. “I loved it, by the way. The chocolate strawberries and roses. It was simple, yet really romantic.”

“I’m glad,” I said cheerfully. “Maybe I can try to calm down enough, so you can get a picture.”

“Oh!” she exclaimed, her emerald eyes widening. “Absolutely! I can place my phone on the kitchen counter with a timer on it. That’s where the lighting is best, and the beige wall would make a good background. You can hold what’s left of the plate of strawberries while I show off my ring.” Her grin widened. “How’s that sound?”

“Perfect,” I agreed, returning the smile.

She scooted up my torso then to reach my lips, planting a passionate kiss before climbing off to head to the bathroom. I knew I was going to need some time to cool off, so I opted to focus on cleaning up the kitchen, still naked, before grabbing my clothes and slipping off to the bathroom when she went into her bedroom to get dressed.

I noticed in the corner of my eye that her hair was still dry, though combed out, indicating she must have just washed off from the chest down, or possibly even just the waist down. I decided to follow suit, since this was going to be my second shower of the day anyway.

Then, after drying off and dressing, I took a few deep breaths prior to finding her waiting in the kitchen, the plate of strawberries rearranged to create a smaller heart with what remained. Thankfully, it wasn’t too difficult to snap a picture, since all I had to do was stand there with a grin on my face while she did everything else. I had my arm out like I was hugging her, but she always waited until right before it was going to snap the shot to lean into me.

After a handful of pictures of her trying out various poses with her ring, she decided on a couple and deleted the rest.

“Going to send these to my email for now,” she commented. “I don’t want people thinking I’m crazy, so I’ll wait to put this on any of my social media accounts.”

I nodded. “Probably a good idea,” I agreed. “Not sure anyone would think we were sane for moving so fast.”

She glanced up at me, as if an idea just hit her. “You don’t have anything, do you?”

I shook my head, assuming she was referring to social media. “Nope. I mean, I don’t really have any friends, so no point.”

She nodded. “That’s fine. Just wanted to add you in case you did. Probably good that you don’t, because I’d likely end up stalking all the girls you were friends with.”

I frowned at that, only because it made me think of the reverse. “Not that I mind, but do you have a lot of guy friends online?”

She shook her head. “Nah, not really. Certainly no one I was ever interested in. A lot of them are either a friend’s boyfriend, or possibly more of a family friend I know from our parents being friends.” She paused. “Granted, there aren’t many of either of those on there. Like, the guys who used to be a boyfriend to one of my friends, I always unfriended the guy when the two broke up.” She paused again, lowering her voice. “Usually because the ex-boyfriend began trying to chat me up after they separated.”

I nodded, not really that surprised, given how hot she was.

“Ready to go?” I wondered.

She nodded, turning to grab a plastic container to stash the strawberries. Then, we were heading out the door, with her locking it behind us.

Unsurprisingly, it was already after dark, despite what Gabriella promised my housemate, so I wasn’t too shocked when Serenity called Gabriella’s phone just as we were pulling out of her apartment complex.

“Hey, you guys doing alright?” she asked, her tone sounding normal despite her earlier reaction at dinner.

Gabriella nodded, prompting me to smirk, considering my older friend couldn’t see the gesture. “Yeah, we’re actually on our way back now,” she said reassuringly. She then glanced over at me, lowering her voice as she pulled the phone away. “Should I tell her?” she asked me quietly. “Might be better if she finds out now.”

I considered that for a moment, knowing I hadn’t really thought that far ahead. Part of me wanted to test out Gabriella’s theory, that Serenity might really have feelings for me, but the other part of me felt ridiculous for even hoping for it.

Not to mention, even if she did, then what?

As I’d considered many times over now, there was no way I was going to risk telling her my secret -- that was just an objective fact that wasn’t going to change.

However, I also didn’t want Serenity to end up reacting negatively while I was away either, preferring to at least be in the house to keep an eye on her, in case she took the news really bad. Thus, I shook my head.

“Let’s wait,” I whispered hesitantly.

Gabriella pursed her lips, before nodding. “Sorry we’re running late,” she continued to Serenity. “We actually made a trip to a few stores. Needed to grab a few things,” she hedged. “But we’re on the road now.” She then paused. “How was your date with Nick?” she added.

“Date?” Serenity repeated, sounding surprised. “Oh, umm, I wouldn’t really consider it a date. I just met the guy today, and we mostly talked about work.” She paused. “But it was fine. He’s a really interesting guy, but I’m not sure if I’d want to date him.”

“Oh, sorry to assume,” Gabriella said apologetically.

I was glancing at her from the corner of my eye, wondering why she was even bringing the subject up, especially after what we’d talked about earlier, but she didn’t look at me.

“No, it’s fine,” Serenity replied. “I mean, I did bring him over for dinner, so I guess it probably looked like that.” She paused. “I was just kind of interested in knowing what was going on with the case and such,” she added hesitantly.

“Oh,” Gabriella said with wide eyes, suddenly looking up at me. Her brow then furrowed. “Right, well, we should be home in the next twenty minutes, so see you then.”

“Sure,” she agreed. “See you both soon.”

Once they hung up, I glanced at Gabriella questioningly.

However, she was completely silent, her phone and hands tucked between her thighs as she stared straight ahead.

I finally cleared my throat. “So, what was that about?” I wondered.

She looked up at me. “Which part?”

“Asking about the date,” I clarified.

“Oh.” She looked away.

“Gabriella,” I prompted when she didn’t respond.

She sighed heavily. “Well, after we talked about how she might actually have feelings for you too, I started doubting it when I considered the fact that she wanted to go on an extended date with that guy.” She sighed, glancing up at me. “But it kind of sounds like she was much more interested in finding out information on the case. Possibly wanting to find out how close they are to catching the guy.”

“But why would she want to do that?” I asked seriously, trying to think of my own reasons, since I knew her best.

Gabriella shrugged. “Honestly? Possibly because she doesn’t want him to get caught either. After all, the guy saved my life, so she’s probably hoping to discover they aren’t close.”

I nodded as I considered that.

“Unless…” Her voice trailed off.

“Unless what?” I asked in a flat tone, feeling concerned by how she said that.

She sighed, focusing on me more intently, replying with a question. “You’re confident Serenity doesn’t know your secret, right?”

I looked at her in shock. “No, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t.” My brow then furrowed, thinking back to earlier that morning when my hair almost turned white. My housemate had seemed legitimately shocked that it looked a little gray for a second, so I felt confident she had no idea. “But why do you ask?” I wondered.

Gabriella focused on the road. “Well, maybe she invited him over specifically because she’s trying to protect you.”

I was shocked again. “How so?” I said in disbelief. “Because all I did was raise suspicion.”

She shook her head. “I mean, if she thought you might be the one involved, but doesn’t know your actual secret, then maybe she figured it would remove suspicion. To show you are a normal guy, or maybe she was just focused on seeing if there would be suspicion in the first place. In which case, she might have uprooted you both and run away if needed.”

I shook my head, feeling like that was just too ridiculous to be true.

“Probably not though,” Gabriella reconsidered. “Now that I’m thinking about her reactions at dinner when Nick was telling his story about you, she reacted more like she didn’t know. So then, it’s probably just because she doesn’t want them to catch the guy who saved me, prompting her to be extra curious about how it was progressing.”

I nodded, agreeing that might be the case, and knowing that made the most sense at the moment. Especially if she didn’t invite him over as a date, or have coffee with him for a date either.

“Although…” Gabriella continued hesitantly.

“Although what?”

She frowned. “It’s just, there was one point when that guy was initially telling us about the first case, about when you were younger, I saw the look Serenity gave you. The moment he said ‘eight or nine years old,’ and added that the Impaler was probably your age, it was like she suddenly knew he was talking about you.”

Fuck.

I didn’t respond, having no idea what to say. Or if her assumption was even true.

She continued. “Would there be any reason why she would know?” my new fiancé prompted.

I sighed heavily. “I…” I took a deep breath. “I was really depressed afterward. For months. Everyone knew something was wrong with me. My parents. Her parents. And of course she knew too.” I paused. “I didn’t tell them anything, but maybe…”

“Did they take you to see a therapist or anything?” Gabriella asked gently, sounding more like she was just curious.

I shook my head. “No. I mean, why would they? Yeah, I was acting strange, but I didn’t say anything odd. And even if I did see a therapist, then I would have just made an effort to act more like my normal self.”

She simply nodded, and we both fell silent for a few minutes, before she spoke up again hesitantly.

“But what if she does know, Kai?” she whispered. “Or what if she figured it out from Nick’s story? What then? Even if she doesn’t believe his de***********ion of the guy, she might now suspect it’s really you who saved me.”

I glanced at her, suddenly wondering if she was right. Of course, my housemate wouldn’t know for sure even if she did suspect, but she might have made connections between Nick’s story and my own life. After all, I’d been nine years old when I unexpectedly became extremely depressed -- a depression that lasted for months with seemingly no cause.

Doubtful that was something she’d ever forgotten about.

And it was also possible she’d made the connection between the victims and the fact that all the murders had been serial killer cases she’d been working on. All cases that resulted in her being extremely upset, compared to the others she was assigned.

But as Gabriella said, what then?

If my lifelong friend knew my secret now -- actually believed Nick’s de***********ion of the perp -- and yet still seemed fine with me, then what?

“I don’t know,” I admitted quietly.

“I’m going to talk to her,” Gabriella blurted out, prompting me to look at her in shock. She quickly clarified when she saw my alarmed reaction. “Like, I’m not going to tell her your secret,” she reassured me. “But I’m going to figure out what she knows.”

“And what would be the point of that?” I asked seriously.

Gabriella was hesitant. “Kai, if she has feelings for you…and if she already knows your secret…” Her voice trailed off, before she took a deep breath. “Look, I’m not an idiot. I know I’m hot, and I know you like me, but you’ve only really known me for a day. You’ve loved Serenity for much longer, and I’m not stupid. I know that if it came down to it, you’d probably choose her over me.”

I didn’t know how to respond.

What could I even say to that?

Because denying it felt like a lie. Or rather, I felt like I wouldn’t even know how to choose at this point. Then again, I could probably survive losing Gabriella, whereas I felt like I couldn’t survive losing Serenity, even though losing either would be horrible.

“So,” she continued quietly. “I’d rather see if we can work something out now, instead of you leaving me years down the road.”

I again couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “But why would you even want to do that?” I asked quietly. “I can’t imagine that most women would want to…” My voice trailed off.

She sighed heavily, her gaze focused out the window. “Because I feel addicted to you. And because I don’t want to lose you.” She paused, her tone shifting. “You’re right, most women wouldn’t put up with it. But I’m not most women. I’ve finally found the guy I want to be with, and it might be different if it was another girl, but it’s Serenity.” She sighed. “I guess I also don’t want to lose her friendship either,” she added. “Because this feels very much like my friend telling me about the guy she’s crushed on for years, and then I went behind her back and stole him from her.”

Nothing about this conversation was making me horny, or otherwise affecting my appearance. Because it felt like she was speaking about impossibilities, and even the idea that she was serious about possibly sharing me with my lifelong friend felt surreal. Like, it was as if I was in some kind of alternate reality, where what would normally be every guy’s dream was coming true.

I had a girlfriend that wanted to share me?

Or was at least okay with the idea?

I mean, was she seriously that addicted to me? How was that even possible?

Or was she bisexual or something?

My eyes widened at that possibility, suddenly wondering if she wasn’t telling me something about herself.

Gabriella continued before I could speak. “So, let me talk to her and at least try to figure out how she feels about you.” She sighed. “And then, we can go from there. But I promise I won’t tell her your secret, unless you approve first.”

I nodded slowly, my thoughts now elsewhere as I glanced at her from the corner of my vision. “Hey,” I finally managed, only to choke up, suddenly really nervous.

“What’s wrong?” she wondered, her tone still a little somber from our conversation.

I took a deep breath. “C-Can I ask you a question?” I stammered. “One that might be offensive?”

She looked at me in confusion, her expression reassuring. “Of course, Kai. Anything. You won’t offend me.”

I grimaced, hoping that was really the case. “Umm,” I delayed, before gritting my teeth and just getting it over with. “You don’t, like…I mean, you aren’t like, interested in women too, are you?” I finally said.

Instantly, I knew from her scent she was embarrassed as hell. I glanced at her to see that her face was flushed red, all her muscles tense, her heart racing.

“I’m…” she tried, only to hesitate. “I’m not sure,” she whispered, focusing straight ahead at the road.

I sighed heavily, feeling a little less stressed now, mainly because her own tension made me tense, but having her admit my random suspicion made me feel less crazy for even wondering. It also helped everything make a lot more sense, making all this feel less like some kind of test or trap.

“Okay,” I replied simply, relaxing more fully.

She looked at me in surprise. “That doesn’t bother you?” she asked seriously, only to clarify. “I mean, obviously most guys would be thrilled to learn about that, but it doesn’t bother you that I have a bit of a crush on Serenity?”

My hair instantly flashed white, mostly alarmed by the unprompted confession.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she replied quickly, glancing around to see it was far too dark for anyone to notice my appearance anyway. She then lowered her voice. “But I guess that means you’re okay with it,” she added somberly, like she’d just admitted to a grave sin.

I took a deep breath, trying to force my body to relax again. “Umm, it’s just that everything makes a little more sense, is all,” I admitted. “But then, that makes me wonder if adding women to the equation changes your answers from last night…” I paused. “About your experience with other people,” I added quietly.

“What?” she said in alarm. “No, of course not, Kai. I didn’t lie to you.” She then hesitated. “I mean, okay, yes, I did let the lesbian friend I mentioned kiss me once, but it was hardly anything romantic or sexual. It was more me just wanting to know what it was like.” She examined my expression for a moment before continuing. “And with that one boyfriend I had, we only ever kissed. Nothing more. All of that is still true.” She grimaced. “I’ve never actually dated a girl or anything. I just, sort of…” Her voice trailed off.

“Like my best friend,” I finished for her.

She sighed. “Well, obviously I like you a lot more. But Serenity is really sweet, and we have a lot in common, and of course she’s really pretty, and…” She sighed again. “I just kind of fell for her, I guess. At least, before I met you for the first time.”

I nodded, trying to keep my thoughts reserved since it still felt like she was talking about something impossible. Because I knew Serenity really well, and I just couldn’t imagine her being into anything at all deviant. No way in hell was Serenity interested in me as anything other than the young friend she grew up with, and no way in hell was she interested in women at all.

Certainly, Serenity had never had a serious boyfriend, assuming the few guys she dated before our parents passed away weren’t serious, but she’d also never shown any signs in even considering a date with a girl either.

As far as I knew.

I mean, what exactly was a date anyway?

Really, it was subjective, since going out to eat could be a date, depending on whether or not the two people were interested in each other. So then, technically my housemate having lunch with Gabriella almost every day could be a ‘date,’ but I doubted that was the case.

Even just now, Serenity denied that going out for coffee with Nick was a date, or even bringing him home for dinner, so she likely didn’t perceive herself as being someone who had gone on a date in a long time.

Either way, if she was actually into anything deviant, she’d never shown any signs of it, which would mean she’d have successfully kept her own huge secret.

Even though I was sure that wasn’t the case.

Taking a deep breath, I focused more intently on the road, just trying to process everything. I wasn’t going to ask Gabriella to not talk to Serenity, to figure out what she knew, but I also knew I’d be a fool to hope anything would come of it. Thus, instead I tried to focus on the more practical things to consider for the evening, like our sleeping arrangements.

“We need to figure out what we’re going to do about the bed situation,” I commented. “Like, it’ll be too risky to try sleeping together. Not that Serenity would do it, but if she barged in on us, or even just came downstairs if we were on the couch, then she’d find me transformed.”

Gabriella nodded with a pout. “Yeah, I hadn’t thought about that, but I guess you’re right.” She sighed. “That really sucks. I really want to sleep with you, and not for a romantic reason.”

I assumed she meant she wanted to feel safe. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, sincerely feeling bad. “I wish I had more control.”

She shook her head, looking up at me affectionately. “No, it’s not your fault. I’m glad I make you lose control, because then I might have never found out your secret either.” She paused, only for her face to flush bright red, her heart unexpectedly racing again.

“What is it?” I asked in concern, smelling her embarrassment as well.

“W-Well,” she stammered. “I was kind of awake by the time Serenity came downstairs this morning, and I heard her offer to…” She gulped. “Well, to let me sleep with her…” Her words began coming out in a rush. “Which, I normally wouldn’t be embarrassed about at all, even if I did have a bit of a thing for her, but just after telling you about it, my feelings suddenly feel more real than they did before, and it just feels really embarrassing knowing what you might be thinking and…” Her voice trailed off, only for her to calm down as she looked at me in confusion, probably realizing I hadn’t transformed. “Or maybe I’m overreacting?” she wondered hesitantly.

I shrugged. “I mean, I guess it’s just because the whole idea doesn’t seem realistic, so my mind automatically wants to write it off as an impossibility.” I paused. “And honestly, I don’t want you to be scared, so I have no problem with that, if you want to sleep in her room, instead of alone in mine.” I was then pensive. “Granted, if you do that, then I’ll probably sleep in my room, just in case I do start getting weird ideas.” I frowned. “I’d rather be behind a locked door if I’m going to be transformed. And of course my friend won’t try unlocking it if you’re not with me.”

Gabriella nodded slowly. “Okay, then that’s what I’ll do then. Hopefully she’ll be okay with that, because I really don’t want to sleep alone.”

I ran my fingers through my hair. “I’m sure she’d prefer that over us sleeping together. Or at least, over the possibility of it happening.” I glanced at her. “Obviously, if you’re in the room with her, then she knows where you’re at.”

She nodded, only to unexpectedly grin. “See?” she said excitedly. “You really are getting more used to me! You couldn’t even talk about this stuff before, and here you are looking completely normal.”

“Huh,” I commented, realizing she was right. “I guess I am.” I then frowned. “But please still be careful, especially around Serenity tonight.”

Gabriella nodded confidently. “I will. I made a promise to keep your secret, and I fully intend on keeping that promise.” She then did a salute at chest level. “Scout’s honor.”

I scoffed, shaking my head. “What in the heck was that?”

She grinned. “I don’t know, but it was cute, wasn’t it?” she said playfully.

“Sure,” I offered, grinning when she pouted and stuck her tongue out at me. “Okay, now let’s be serious though. You’re making my chest start to gray.”

“Oh, okay,” she said with mock disappointment. She then frowned for real. “Sorry, by the way. About admitting at dinner that we had sex. I just wanted to get him off your trail, and couldn’t think of anything else that would be believable.”

“It’s okay,” I replied. “It was really awkward, but it was a smart decision, since he was convinced we were hiding something.”

“Sorry about that too,” she replied quietly. “I felt like I really screwed up when he pointed it out.”

I shook my head. “No, I think you did fine. More than fine, I thought you were pretty amazing. He was the problem, not you. I don’t think a normal person would read so much into our glances and other nonverbal body language. Serenity certainly didn’t seem to notice, and she’s a pretty observant person.” I sighed. “And, at the very least, you handled yourself a lot better than I did.”

Gabriella nodded slowly. “Thanks. And you did fine too, but I think you’re right. He was just really observant. Plus, based on what he told you when you went outside, it sounded like he already thought it might be you to begin with.”

“Right,” I agreed. “So nothing to be sorry about.”

She smiled warmly at me, and then focused straight ahead again.

“Also,” I continued, prompting her to return her gaze to me. “Now that I think about it, I think he was testing me from the moment we met. When he was helping with the deer, he stopped pulling less and less, until I was pretty sure he wasn’t helping at all. He was probably trying to see if it would get harder for me, and of course I didn’t even seriously consider acting like it did.” I sighed. “And he noticed there wasn’t a blood trail either, meaning a hunter would have shot the deer right in our front yard. Granted, I gave him an excuse, but all those little things added up, I’m sure. Not to mention, how the deer died.” I scratched the back of my head briefly. “It would be a great shot for a hunter, but also probably wasn’t the best choice, given that it apparently is my MO.”

She nodded. “Yeah, but you were doing all that for Serenity to see, not him. We had no idea he was going to be coming over. And if he hadn’t, then no one would have thought anything different about the deer, or how it died.”

“Yeah, but then I didn’t think about the water temperature either, when I was washing my hands. Extreme temperatures don’t bother me, and I didn’t consider that it was hot enough to almost scald a person.” I sighed. “Just a lot of stupid mistakes.”

She reached out like she was going to rest her hand on my arm, only to just pat me once instead. “Well, I think it’ll be alright. If he really just wanted to thank you, then we shouldn’t have to worry about it becoming a problem.”

“Yeah,” I agreed simply, sliding down in my seat a little.

“Don’t beat yourself up too hard,” she continued. “But thanks for making me feel better,” she added with a grin. “Clearly, I was perfect in comparison.”

I scoffed playfully. “Jeez, thanks.”

She laughed then, only to grow more serious. “Let’s just hope he really meant what he said, about only wanting to thank the Impaler. It’s good you didn’t admit it, or else we may have discovered that he was trying to bait you.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” I agreed. “But I wouldn’t have admitted it either way.”

She smiled. “It really does make me feel special, you know -- knowing your secret. Like, the fact that you haven’t even told Serenity is kind of a big deal. Granted, I know you might have avoided telling me too, if possible, but I’m still happy to be the only one who knows.”

I gave her a warm smile. “Well, I’m glad. You are special.” I reached over and intertwined my fingers in hers, since we were driving down the backroads now.

Gabriella kissed the back of my hand briefly, before rubbing it along her face. She then kissed it again and sighed in contentment, pulling my hand into her lap. I didn’t take it back until we were turning onto our road, a little gray underneath my clothes, and wanting to be fully normal and controlled when we arrived.

However, as I pulled into the driveway, the hairs on the back of my neck immediately stood on end, an uneasiness settling over me as my senses became focused.

Superficially, everything looked fine, with Serenity’s car parked in its usual spot, and yet my instincts were suddenly on high alert, an itch appearing in the back of my mind even before I fully understood why I felt like something was wrong.

Gabriella must have noticed the abrupt shift in my demeaner, because she spoke up right away.

“What’s wrong?” she asked urgently, her gaze quickly following mine to the house. But there was nothing to see.

I hit the gas, speeding up for a second, before slamming on the brakes next to my housemate’s car.

“Something’s not right,” I hissed urgently, popping open the door. “Stay here and lock it, understand?”

I didn’t wait for a response, slamming it shut even as I smelt her panic escalate.

Gray was already creeping up my neck as I bolted for the front door, finally registering that I couldn’t hear a heartbeat.

Not in the house, not in the surrounding trees.

There were no humans in the vicinity, other than Gabriella back in the car, and yet Serenity’s vehicle was in the driveway, untouched as if she were home.

And then the other smells -- unfamiliar smells.

Another person had been by recently, someone I’d never smelt before, along with a faint trace of something with a chemical scent lingering in the air.

When I reached for the door, it was unlocked.

Shoving it open, the chemical aroma strengthened just slightly, the additional smells and sounds further confirming that no one was home.

Nothing was amiss, everything completely untouched, minus the fact that my best friend wasn’t present, who Gabriella just talked to not even fifteen or twenty minutes ago.

Fuck!

Rushing to the kitchen, desperately hoping for some sign of where she might be -- possibly hoping to find some scent that I could follow, beyond her own, prior to me looking for her by air -- I froze solid when I laid eyes on the table.

A note was lying on it, being unfamiliar paper, with unfamiliar scents.

I dashed over to read it.

I have Serenity. I know WHAT you are. You have one hour to find her alive. After that I’ll leave you a trail of pieces to collect for her funeral. Have fun looking.

Instantly, my body fully shifted, my fist slamming downward in rage before I even knew what I was doing. An earsplitting CRACK filled the room as the whole thing split in two, erupting in half and smashing into the floor with another boisterous crash.

The motion sent a tiny black object clattering against the floor as well, appearing to have come from underneath.

Reaching down to snag it, I realized immediately what it was -- a microphone, and it had Nick’s scent all over it, looking like it was placed underneath the table right where he’d been sitting.

Fucking bastard!

Enraged, I crushed the object in my hand just as I heard a vehicle on the main road swerve wildly into our driveway, sliding into the grass before getting on the gravel again, racing down the long path. Rushing to the window, I saw it was Nick in the driver’s seat, my sharp eyes being able to see him even despite the blinding headlights aimed at the house.

I didn’t even care anymore, not in this moment, when my best friend’s life was at risk!

Fuck it all!

In a flash, I bolted for the door, the floorboards cracking under my abrupt movement as I abandoned all concern for restraint. The only thing that mattered now was getting to Serenity as fast as possible -- and fucking murdering whoever the hell took her.

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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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Original: November 4, 2020 (Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)

Submitted to Sexstories: May 22, 2022

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