Chapter 7
Zan
"Do you like this, Zan?" Touji's voice was low, a whisper that tickled my ear and sent my pulse racing. "Do you like letting go, giving yourself over to me?"
I tried for a laugh, but it came out all breathy and pathetic. A century and a half asleep, and now I was wide awake, and every nerve ending was screaming for attention. His attention.
And damn it if I didn't want exactly what he was suggesting. I shot a glance over to Agnes, her gorgeous, pale skin luminous in the flickering firelight from the stove. There was something about her that was calling to me, telling me to play Touji's game.
Maybe it was that she thought we were sexy together.
"Will Agnes toy with me, too?" I asked without an ounce of shame, because why pretend? "You both can. I'm so turned on I could light up this whole chalet. This whole mountainside, really. Maybe the country? How big is Switzerland?"
"Focus, Zan." Touji's stern tone sliced through my ramble. "You're really not a destroyer at all, are you? You're a lover. A sweet, needy little good boy." Why did I like being called a good boy?
"It's just that after such a long hibernation, I'm… I need it. Please?"
"And what do you call me?" Touji asked.
I cleared my throat, and glanced at Agnes, who was blushing furiously as she watched us, wide-eyed. "Daddy?" she asked.
Touji laughed, shaking his head. "I prefer something more traditional. Sir? Or Master. Do you think you can be a good boy for Sir?"
There was nothing I could do but nod, my tail curling around his leg, holding onto him like I was afraid to let him go. I was under his spell, and I didn't know kitsune had these kinds of spells. Agnes stepped closer, smiling.
"If you're Sir, what am I?" She cleared her throat. "I mean, for the purposes of this game, or whatever it is."
"His prize," Touji said simply. "The most lovely thing either of us has ever seen. Our precious, beautiful little witch."
She blushed prettily, then tilted her head. "But the important question is, do I get to boss him around, too?"
"Of course. Then let's see if together we can satisfy that appetite," Touji murmured, his eyes glinting with a promise that sent shivers of anticipation dancing down my spine.
Touji's hand at the small of my back was all command, a silent order that propelled me toward the bed as naturally as flames licked upward.
"Kneel," Touji said, and damn if that voice didn't vibrate through my very being, leaving no room for anything but obedience. And I was embarrassed to admit that I loved it.
I dropped down, the plush rug under my knees less soft than it looked. My gaze lifted to Agnes. A spark of intrigue lit up her deep blue eyes. "Agnes," I started, my voice rough like gravel, "is there anything I can do to serve you?"
Her lips twitched into a smile, and she stepped closer, close enough that I could see the flecks of gold around her pupils. She brushed her fingers against my cheek, and I swear the touch scorched my skin, the distinctive feel of magic making me shiver. What was the little witch hiding?
"Touji," she laughed lightly, glancing at him. The melodic sound of her voice wrapped itself around my core. "I thought we were going to try to resist his allure."
"Is this not resisting?" Touji asked. "We can let the little slut beg for it. That doesn't mean we have to give it to him."
"Yes, it does!" Perhaps I shouldn't have blurted that out quite so forcefully.
The air between us was charged, like the moment before lightning strikes—filled with potential energy and that tingling sense of anticipation. I could feel the draw, that insistent connection sparking to life once again as the two of them surrounded me. I swallowed down my worry that Touji was toying with me, summoning my usual cocky confidence.
"I'm irresistible, right?" I smirked at him, eyes locked on Agnes's.
"Our little fucktoy thinks we can't resist him? Honestly, I didn't think you'd submit so easily," Touji said, cupping my jaw and forcing me to look at him. "Expected more of a fight from you."
"Please," I gave an exaggerated gasp, rolling my eyes toward the wooden beams overhead. "I'm a lover, not a fighter. If this is how you get off, so be it. I'm horny enough to play along."
"You're not a good liar," Agnes said. "You're more than just playing along. The way he's treating you is turning you on."
I was thankful she couldn't see my blush, because it would have given me away. "Whatever you say. I don't have to be a dominant, aggressive monster every time. Everyone's so quick to judge demons by their horns."
Agnes let out a soft cough, and I turned back to her, finding her lips curved in a mischievous smile. "Maybe that's because you keep yelling about how you're going to devour people."
"I didn't mean it like that!"
Suddenly, Touji's firm hand pressed against the back of my head. "Show her how you meant it then," he commanded, his deep voice making me shiver.
Agnes's whimper filled the space between us as our gazes locked—a heated, electric moment that ignited something wild within me. She leaned forward, her hands capturing my chin with gentle force.
"May I kiss you, good boy?" she asked, and I nodded.
Leaning in, her silky soft lips brushed mine, testing at first, until I moaned and pressed forward, seeking more. Touji's fingers dug into the back of my neck, holding me where I was, letting her devour my mouth.
The kiss detonated within me like a supernova, obliterating every rational thought I'd ever had, and filling my mind with something that was magic — something that was coming from her.
I pulled back, panting, to find her blue eyes wide.
"Zan," she breathed out, voice laced with awe, "I can... what is that?"
"Not sure, but it's going to be a hell of a lot of fun."
Holding eye contact with me, Agnes parted her legs, an unspoken invitation that had my cock throbbing in eager anticipation. Her fingers danced along the hem of her short skirt, revealing creamy thighs, then a lacy undergarment that left little to the imagination. I may not have understood the technology of this century, but I sure as hell liked the way modern women dressed. Touji's hand on my shoulder was firm and controlling as he guided me forward, and I knew what I had to do to make Touji happy.
"Make her come, sweet boy," he said.