Chapter 4
Zan
I was about to turn and walk away, thinking about a nice meat fondue, when Touji hurtled towards me, his face contorted with rage. Honestly, mortals were so high-strung. I wasn't even sure what had angered him.
There wasn't even time to admire how the predawn light glinted off his gorgeous bone structure before he slammed into my ribs with a grunt, throwing me backwards into the grass. I didn't resist one bit.
When a sexy man flings himself at you, are you supposed to resist?
"Whoa there, little fox," I purred, letting him straddle me and pin me down. "If you wanted to get physical, you could have just asked. I love a good romp."
Touji's eyes flashed with anger. "Shut up! You may not leave."
"Afraid to face the big, bad world without me?"
"You are in my custody. I won't let you harm Agnes or anyone else, so stop threatening violence. It's getting on my last nerve."
I blinked in confusion. Harm Agnes? She was such a delectable little morsel. I couldn’t get enough of her slim, lovely body, big eyes, and heart-shaped face. Why would I want to damage her? I reached up to touch the angles of his jaw, wondering why he’d come to that conclusion.
"It's possible there's been a misunderstanding."
He jerked away from my touch like I'd burned him.
"Keep your hands off me!" Touji snarled, his eyes sharp.
I kept my voice steady, trying to calm him like I’d calm a wild animal. "You have nothing to fear from me.”
The way he was sitting was making me horny. Between my supple leather pants and the soft, expensive fabric of his suit, I could feel just enough of the thick muscles of his thighs, and the still-soft bulge between them to want more. After a long hibernation, my body was primed for it. My cock twitched with interest.
"I don't know what sick game you're playing, but it ends now. I have studied the stories and know you're a flesh eater."
So it was like that, was it? I sighed. "Oh, how I miss the good old days when a little debauchery was considered a fun pastime, not some terrible crime. You mortals have gotten so uptight."
Touji's grip on my shoulders tightened. "I'm warning you, Zangraxath. Stay away from Agnes or else. There will be no flesh eating."
"Or else what?" I grinned, baring my fangs. "You'll punish me? Because I must say, that sounds rather enticing."
He shoved my arms up over my head, and I let him pin me, relishing the feel of his muscular body pressing against mine. The damp grass tickled my bare back as I let him take control. I was honestly enjoying his dominant, controlling thing.
"My, my, aren't we feisty this morning?" I purred, arching an eyebrow suggestively. "I'm not opposed to a little outdoor fun, but it is rather chilly out here. Perhaps we could move this somewhere more... intimate? A nice fire, perhaps?"
"Quiet!"
I chuckled, my horniness starting to cloud my judgment. "Mm, I could devour you instead." My hips bucked up, seeking friction. Touji's eyes widened in shock as he felt my hardness.
"You're disgusting," he hissed, but I noticed he didn't immediately pull away. If I wasn't mistaken, he pressed down into me, just the littlest bit. Even through several layers of fabric and leather, the soft brush of his balls against my shaft was delicious. "How can you be aroused by the things you're talking about?"
"You don't find this arousing? But you haven't moved. Curious, isn't it?" I shifted, making sure he could feel my erection.
Touji leaped up as if burned. "What the hell?"
I sat up, cocking my head to the side. "No need to be so uptight. You were the one straddling me. Are relations between men still illegal? I've been asleep since the mid-nineteenth century, and I must say, I won't miss that era at all. Those damn puritans got so uptight about everything. Ah, the good old days of the Roman Empire. Now that was a time to be alive. Well, if you ignored the plagues."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Agnes had leaped out of the way when Touji had pounced on me, but she was sidling closer again, now.
"Sex, of course. Wouldn't mind a little romp with you, or the little fox. Or both."
Touji froze, his face flushing a deeper shade of red. "Why do you keep threatening to devour Agnes, then bringing up sex?" he asked. "Is that some sick kink?"
I frowned. "Do people not spend time with their mouth between a woman's legs before fucking her anymore? That seems a shame."
"Oh my god," Agnes groaned. "I thought you wanted to eat me. Like for lunch."
"I do! Or dinner. Or a bedtime snack. I quite enjoy the taste of pussy on my tongue."
"No, she thought you were going to murder her and eat her meat," Touji clarified.
I blinked, my stomach turning as I shuddered. "That's disgusting. Why does that rumor persist?"
"Flesh eater?" Touji asked.
"I mean, sure, I'm a carnivore. I eat flesh, but of farm animals, not people! Why must humans always leap to the grossest, most implausible conclusion? Where would you even get information like that?"
"You kept yelling that you wanted to devour me!" Agnes pointed out.
"I meant that sexually. I'm not a monster."
They both looked me up and down, their faces skeptical. And fine, I probably looked a bit like a monster, what with the horns and all.
"I'm not! And I can't control how I look, can I? We can't all be beautiful like you, little fox."
Touji's face flushed an even deeper shade of red. "Stop calling me little! I'm not little at all. I'm nearly six feet tall!"
I chuckled, rising to my feet and patting him on the head. "Oh, I know you're not little. I felt your bulge earlier. But I’m a lover, not a fighter. I wouldn’t hurt you."
“Why call yourself Zangraxath the Destroyer, then?” Agnes asked.
“It’s Zangraxath the Destroyer of Virginity, technically.”
Agnes let out a little snort.
“Are you laughing at my name?” I asked, squaring my shoulder. “I’ll have you know virgins find me quite compelling.”
“I’m sure they do, big guy,” Agnes said, clearly humoring me. A snowflake landed on her nose, and she shivered.
"Enough of this. We need to walk," Touji said, turning away from us.
I watched him go, admiring the view. "He’s a delicious morsel," I murmured to myself, adjusting my still-prominent erection.
“See, if you stopped calling people morsels, maybe they wouldn’t think you wanted to eat them.”
“If you stopped assuming people wanted to eat other people, maybe you wouldn’t assume people wanted to eat other people,” I countered with stunning logic, still staring at Touji’s delectable ass. Maybe this summoning wasn't so bad, after all. Just as I was about to follow Touji and see if I could coax him into a little more... physical engagement, Agnes's voice cut through the crisp mountain air.
"Fuck," she muttered, startling me out of my lustful reverie. She was staring up at the sky. "I think we have a problem! And. Am not dressed for that problem."
I tilted my head back, my eyes widening as I took in the sight. Tiny white flakes were drifting down from the dark clouds above, growing denser by the second. Ah, fuck. Snow. Just what we needed. She was wearing only a very small white dress and a pair of floppy wings, and she was already shivering.
"Well, this just adds some fun to our morning," I drawled, feeling the cold flakes melt against my bare chest. A shiver ran through me, and not the good kind.
Touji huffed, his breath visible in the chilly air. "We need to find shelter, and fast," he said, already starting to walk. He was headed downhill, towards the rising sun. How had he decided that was the direction to go?
I suddenly felt a little nervous. "Do you think he knows where we are? Perhaps he's evil. He could have brought us to this remote place in a plot to murder us. Was all the mention of me eating you deflection?"
She rolled her eyes. "You literally said you wanted to eat me."
"Sexually!"
"Anyway, he knows where we are—"
"Because of his evil fox scheme?" I interrupted.
"No, you doofus. Because he looked at a map. Didn't you see him look at the GPS map on his phone?"
"The what on the what now?" I frowned as she pulled a small glowing object out of a pocket. They'd both been holding these earlier, when I got back from peeing. The first piss after a hibernation is a long one. And very satisfying.
"My map doesn't work because there's no service, but Touji had a map on his phone," she was saying when I tuned back in.
"What magic is this?" I asked, leaning in.
"Not magic," she said. "Technology. How long have you been asleep again?"
"Since the late 1800s," I said. "Surely not much could have changed in such a short time?"
She blinked at me for a long moment, her lips twitching, then shook her head. "Come on, hopefully Touji knows where we can find some shelter and a bed. I need to rest, and this costume is not warm. I'll try to give you a list of everything that's changed since the industrial revolution."
Touji must have heard her, because he stopped walking and turned back to us. He and eyed her for a moment, then took off his jacket with the careful efficiency of a very organized man, putting a flashing pair of cufflinks into the jacket pocket before he handed it to her. As she went to protest, he took off his shirt, too, and his gorgeous chest was enough to fluster us both. He had a tattoo across his right shoulder of a Japanese dragon that looked a bit like one I'd met once. I started to get excited as he unbuckled his belt, but in the blink of an eye, he was in his other form, and he was fucking gorgeous, a beautiful soft white fox with nine tails swishing behind him.
"Use the clothes. I'm warm enough like this," he said before trotting off back down the hill. "My fur is thick. It's easier to follow the scent, too."
"Shit," Agnes whispered, eyes wide. "He's so cute. I really want to pet him." She tossed her fake angel wings aside and shrugged into the jacket, then handed me Touji's shirt, which was way too small, so I draped it over my shoulders like a cape. She bent over to pick up the pants. They were too big in the waist and long on her, so I waited patiently as she rolled up the cuffs and cinched the belt, then gave a little shiver.
"Better?"
"A little," she said. "Let's follow Touji before he gets out of sight."
I stepped into line beside her, smiling. "If you get too cold, I'd be perfectly happy to fuck you until you're all warmed up." My tail, which had a mind of its own, wrapped up and around her waist.
"Ooh, that's better," she whispered, rubbing her hands along a spot on my tail that was definitely erogenous, but there was no reason to tell her that. “Can I call you Zan?”
“I should be addressed by my full name, Zangraxath, the Destroyer of Virginity.”
She coughed on a laugh. “Right. That is way too many syllables. Zan it is.”
“How can there be too many syllables to address a demon with proper respect and awe? I know one guy who has a 27-syllable name, and he still makes people say it. Have humans gotten lazy in this century?”
She laughed again. “Or perhaps humans are simply more efficient. That’s a very long, slightly embarrassing name.”
How could she possibly call my name embarrassing? I frowned, wondering about it as we started to follow the little fox down the hill. I sighed. “Sadly, you’re too beautiful to deny. I’d let you walk all over me just to be able to gaze upon your gorgeous face and body.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Does this kind of thing usually work for you?”