Chapter 8
Agnes
"Mm, you want to lick her, don't you, Zan?" Touji yanked the demon back by his horns, tilting his head so he could plunder Zan's lips in a bruising kiss that left the demon gasping. Holy hell, the two of them were hot together — Touji's lean, muscular physique was gorgeous, but no match for the sheer size of the demon. And yet, his control over Zan seemed absolute.
And Zan was eating it up, though Touji was possibly not quite as in control as he was claiming to be. I could see the bulge tenting his pants, and there was an intense heat in his eyes as he finally lifted his lips from Zan's and coaxed the demon to face me again.
Zan's golden eyes met mine, pupils blown wide with desire. I could feel the heat of his gaze like a physical caress.
"Agnes," Touji's commanding tone snapped me back to attention. "Shall we make our fucktoy show us what that clever tongue of his is truly good for?"
Arousal pooled low in my belly. "Uh, yes, please."
Touji chuckled, a dark sound that promised wicked delights. He ran his fingers through Zan's wild hair, guiding the demon's head between my thighs.
Zan took a shaky breath, his warm exhale ghosting across my sensitive skin. He reached up and tugged my panties out of the way, pulling them down over my legs and casting them aside, then leaned back forward, breathing in my scent.
His teeth grazed across my inner thighs, making me shudder, as he nuzzled my most sensitive place, kissing me gently before his tongue flicked out to taste me. I gasped at the slick, firm sensation as he tasted and explored me. The sudden rush of emotions and sensations that weren't my own threatened to overwhelm me. It had happened when we kissed, and now, I could feel the firm control of Touji's hands on the back of his neck, the fuzzy haze of submission, and the pulsing ache between his legs. Everything Zan was feeling.
"Oh god," I whimpered, gripping the bedsheets. "What's happening?"
It's coming from you. Zan's voice rumbled inside my head. It was full of wonder and confusion. Magic.
My magic was telepathy? Sure, I'd always been what people were going through, but I'd thought I just had a skill for empathy. I'd never believed I was actually reading their thoughts. And most of the time, I just got vague feelings about people. This was so much more intense. I could feel everything Zan was experiencing — his desire, his nervousness, the taste of me on his tongue.
But Zan wasn't focused on my questions. He'd gone too long without sexual contact, and he was a sexual creature. The intensity of his need pulsed through my body, driving away all questions. Zan's tongue delved deeper, and sensation ricocheted through both of us.
I bucked beneath Zan, grabbing his horns and tugging him closer as I spread my legs as wide as possible, giving him unrestricted access to the part of me he was feasting on.
Now I knew what he meant when he said he'd devour me.
The smooth texture of his horns under my fingers sent another shiver through me. They were heavy and a little warm, and oh so real. Through our connection, I could feel his emotions, his happiness, his desire.
Such a pretty little human, his voice purred inside my mind. So responsive.
Touji ran his hands down Zan's back, teasing at the waistband of his leather pants. I watched, transfixed, as Zan arched his back, putting on a blatant display. Even in my lust-addled state, I knew exactly what he was doing.
"He wants you to fuck his very fuckable hole," I whimpered to Touji, my voice breathless as Zan's skilled tongue brought me to new heights of ecstasy. My body was shaking, quivering with need.
Touji didn't ask me how I knew that. He just tugged at the buttons at Zan's fly, pushing the supple leather down over his hips. I wanted a better view of Zan's cock as it sprung free, but I couldn't see him from this angle. Still, I knew he was rock hard and ready to fuck. I could feel it with every fiber of my being.
But I wasn't about to encourage Zan to stop fucking me with his long, skilled tongue. Zan's tail snaked up my thigh, and he shifted position, the tip of his tail teasing at my entrance as he focused on licking and sucking on my clit. I cried out, my hands moving from his horns to tangle in his hair and pull hard.
He liked that. The tingles my rough treatment created along his scalp fueled his arousal. And it wasn't just his happy moan that made me so sure of it.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," I chanted, my hips rolling desperately against his face. "I've never... it's so much..."
The dual sensations of his tongue against my clit and his tail teasing my pussy were driving me wild. With the thick tail inside me, he was eating me out and fucking me at the same time. The psychic connection heightened everything, letting me feel Zan's pleasure, too. I was rocketing towards the most intense orgasm of my life.
"That's it," Touji encouraged, his voice husky. He stepped back and took off his shirt, tossing it aside before tugging at his belt, his smooth, tan skin stretching over rippling muscles. "Let go, Agnes. Show us how good it feels."
"Fuck," I whimpered. "He wants your cock so bad. He has a gland at the base of his tail that produces lubricant."
"How do you know that?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. I felt the sharp scrape of his fingernails across Zan's ass, eliciting a muffled moan against my flesh. He massaged Zan's thick muscles and Zan rocked into the touch, heat coursing through him. And when he found the sensitive spot at the base of Zan's tail, Zan almost lost it. I could feel him approaching the brink as surely as I could feel my own orgasm building.
"I... I just know," I whimpered, barely able to form coherent thoughts. "Can't explain it. And he wants you to fuck him so badly, it's killing him."
Zan lifted his head for a moment, just to growl, "Listen to her." Then went back to licking my pussy, moaning as he found the spot that made my thighs shake. He felt it, too.
I could feel everything Zan was feeling. Touji's fingers circled Zan's tight hole, pressing lube into his opening. Soon, I was awash in Zan's intense need to be filled, even as his tail thrust inside me. There was something he was getting from that, too — the slick walls of my pussy felt delicious against a spot on his tail that he considered one of his favorites. How did I know that?
Magic. Your magic. His voice in my head was so sure, and oddly unbothered. Shouldn’t it be strange to find another person rooting around in your head?
It’s not strange because you belong here, the voice assured me with a soft, pleased chuckle. I've been waiting for you. There was an intense emotion behind those words, a loneliness that I didn't want to process while being fucked by his gorgeous tail. His tongue traced the most perfect spot on my clit, and my body took over, my worries fading.
I could feel the throbbing ache of Zan's cock as if it were my own, the burning need to be filled, to orgasm deep inside a lover. My eyes widened as I stared at Touji, struggling to process the intensity of Zan's emotions.
"He needs it so badly," I gasped out. "Wants to submit to you. Needs to be fucked."
Zan's tongue never stopped its relentless assault on my clit, but I sensed his agreement, his desperation. Centuries of loneliness and yearning for connection poured through our link, nearly bringing tears to my eyes.
"Please," I begged, not sure if I was speaking for myself or Zan at this point. "He needs this. We both do."
Touji's eyebrow arched, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Is that so?" he purred, pressing one finger slowly into Zan's waiting hole.
The demon between my legs shuddered, and I cried out as the echo of what he was experiencing coursed through my body. Holy shit, was I going to feel everything Zan felt? The thought was equal parts terrifying and thrilling.
My plea was answered with a sudden, sharp thrust as Zan's tail plunged deep into my pussy. I gasped, eyes widening at the unexpected fullness.
"Oh god," I moaned, gripping the sheets. "His tail is... fuck, it's so sensitive."
Every nerve ending seemed to spark as Zan's tail moved within me, driving hard and deep. I could feel the sensations inside his body mingling with my own, creating a feedback loop of ecstasy that threatened to short-circuit my brain. I screamed, bucking in his arms, and he gripped my ass roughly, holding me where he needed me as his lips and tongue brought me more pleasure than I'd ever felt. Fuck, it was better than my favorite vibrator.
Touji chuckled, leaning forward to run his tongue along the curve of Zan's neck. He seemed unaware of the connection between us, and I couldn't feel Touji’s emotions much more than I felt most people’s.
And that made me realize that I did feel most people’s emotions, especially those of the people I was closest to.
"Good boy," Touji murmured, sending a pleased warmth through Zan's body — a warmth that brought me closer to orgasm. "Make her feel good while I prepare you."
I watched, transfixed, as Touji's teeth sank into Zan's firm ass — somehow he innately knew that Zan liked a bit of pain with his pleasure. The demon's moan vibrated against my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. Two of Touji's fingers disappeared into Zan's ass, and I felt ghostly echoes of the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming need for more.
"Please," I whimpered, not sure what I was begging for anymore. "Please, I can't... it's too much..." And as two of Touji's fingers sunk inside Zan's tight hole, my world exploded, an orgasm shattering through me with such force that I was barely able to stop it from carrying over into Zan.
But I did. And I heard his moan of dismay as I used my mind to stop him right at the edge.
Feisty little witch. His voice echoed in my mind. You're going to be fun, aren't you?
"Good girl," Touji said, meeting my eyes.