Chapter 9
Zan
I was losing myself in Agnes, and it wasn't just the taste of her desire or her sexy body that drove me wild. Every nuance of what she was experiencing coursed through me, sealing her soul to mine in a way that couldn't be undone. I'd never been with a witch as powerful as she was. The raw psychic energy crackled between us, binding our minds so that her pleasure became mine, and my need became hers. My tongue swirled around her clit as my tail filled her, every sensation echoing through our strange connection. I'd never experienced anything like this.
I wanted her to come again and again and again. I wanted to ride the intense wave of each of her orgasms, and feel that firm grip of her mind again, as she stopped me from tipping over the edge into oblivion with her.
It was the most intense edging I had ever experienced, especially as Touji teased me from behind. I wondered if he could feel her, or if she could make it so I could feel him. Did his hard cock ache like mine did? I wanted to know.
Agnes's back arched off the bed. "Oh god, Zan!" she cried out, her fingers tangling in my thick hair and pulling hard. She was rough, the way I liked things. I spread her legs wider, marveling at her flexibility.
Of course I’m flexible. I’m a dancer, after all. Her voice echoed in my head, laced with arousal and amusement.
Dancers were my new favorite treat.
I growled against her soft pussy, drinking in her wetness. Behind me, Touji's skilled hands kneaded my ass, his fingers dipping into my hole as they milked lube from the gland beneath my tail.
"That's it, demon," Touji purred. "Make her scream."
Fuck, he had the dirtiest mind. I wanted to hear his thoughts the way I could hear Agnes right now.
Even without a psychic connection, his commands ignited something primal within me. I redoubled my efforts, lashing Agnes's clit with my forked tongue as my tail pistoned inside her. Through our link, I felt her climbing higher and higher, close to orgasm once again. Her body was growing more sensitive, and soon I would need to give her a break.
But not yet.
Suddenly Agnes's thighs clamped around my head as she came, waves of ecstasy crashing over both of us. I could never get enough of experiencing her orgasm as if it was my own.
As Agnes slowly came down, panting, Touji leaned in close. His hot breath tickled my ear as he growls, "My turn now, demon."
I shuddered at the raw hunger in his voice. Then I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I arched my back, offering myself up to him, eager for the stretching fullness that came with penetration. He was impossibly thick, even to a big demon like myself. He grabbed the base of my tail and held me still as he pressed slowly forward, slicking my lubricant over his shaft.
I closed my eyes with a moan, and somehow I was seeing myself the way Agnes saw me, watching as Touji's thick shaft slowly stretched my hole open, fitting deep inside me. Fuck, he was so damn thick. I was sure I'd taken fists that were smaller than the broad head of his cock.
And feeling him enter me while simultaneously watching it happen through her eyes—that was almost too sexy to process.
"Fuck," I gasped, my voice strangled. "I've never—this is—"
Words failed me as Touji sank deeper, filling me up. I shifted my hands off of Agnes's body and dug my fingers into the sheets as pleasure and pain mingled exquisitely. I pressed up, taking as much of him as I possibly could.
Through Agnes's gaze, I watched my own face contort in raw ecstasy. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced.
"You like that, don't you?" Touji purred. "Being split open on my cock while your little witch watches."
I could only moan in response, caught between the physical sensations and the psychic feedback loop. As Touji began to move, I lost myself in a haze of lust, surrendering to the moment. I could barely think straight as Touji's thick cock stretched me impossibly wide, but he pushed my face forward once again, and I was determined to keep pleasuring Agnes. My tongue swirled frantically over her clit, and my tail slid inside her as I reached down to pump my own aching shaft with my hand.
"Harder," Agnes gasped, her voice thick with desire. "He wants it rough, Touji. Give it to him good."
A thrill ran through me at her words. I didn't even need to lift my head and speak. She knew exactly what I craved.
Touji's grip on my hips tightened, his nails pricking my skin. "Is that what you want, Zangraxath? To be fucked like the insatiable whore you are? A tight little fuckhole for my use?"
Holy fuck. I hoped Agnes could get me inside his filthy mind, too. I wanted to know what made Touji tick. That thought must have projected to Agnes, because she responded with a soft chuckle.
"Yes," I moaned against Agnes's slick folds. "Please, I need—"
My words dissolved into a guttural cry as Touji gripped my hips and slammed into me with brutal force. The bed creaked beneath us as he set a punishing pace.
"Such a greedy little hole," Touji panted. "Taking my cock so well. Your cunt was made for this, wasn't it?"
I whimpered, overwhelmed by the barrage of sensations, stroking my cock as Touji's massive length pounded into me, and Agnes's slick warmth fluttered around my tail, the psychic connection amplifying everything tenfold. I wondered how much she could feel of the sensual stretch of Touji buried deep in my ass.
I can feel everything. Her voice echoed in my mind.
Agnes's thighs clamped around my head as another orgasm ripped through her. The intensity of it crashed over me like a tidal wave, threatening to sweep me away.
I writhed around Touji's cock, my tail thrashing as the intensity built to an unbearable crescendo. I lifted my hips to meet every thrust, slamming back at him as he buried himself inside me again and again, feeling deeper every time. And when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Touji grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back.
"Come for us, Zangraxath," he commanded, his voice rough with lust.
That did it. With a primal shout, I exploded. My cock pulsed violently, spraying cum all over the rustic bedspread and my heaving stomach. At the same time, I felt Touji slam in deep, his cock swelling as he unleashed a torrent of his own seed inside me, filling me with a warmth that possessed me. Claimed me.
I was his, and yet I was hers, and it was so fucking confusing.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted, my mind going blissfully blank as waves of ecstasy wash over me.
We stayed frozen like that for a long moment, all of us panting heavily. I could feel Touji's heartbeat where we're still joined, rapid and strong. Agnes's fingers were tangled in my hair, her touch soothing.
Finally, Agnes broke the silence with a breathless laugh. "Holy crap," she said, echoing my earlier sentiment. "That was... intense doesn't even begin to cover it."
Touji cleared his throat, sounding almost sheepish. "I should, ah... clean up," he muttered, carefully withdrawing from me before padding towards the bathroom.
As I crawled forward and collapsed onto the bed beside Agnes, I eyed the mess we've made with a wince. "I really hope the owners of this chalet have good cleaning services. I'm going to have to leave one hell of an apologetic gift."
Agnes laughed, and I turned to her, my brow furrowing as I studied her flushed face. The afterglow of our intense encounter was still there, but now there was something else—a spark of confusion in those piercing blue eyes that matched my own.
"So," I began, propping myself up on one elbow. "What's the deal with this psychic thing? I mean, I've been around the block a few thousand times, but that was... new."
Agnes's eyebrows shot up. "I… you've never felt that before? I thought you were thousands of years old."
I shook my head. "Nah, sweetheart. I've fucked witches before, but your magic is intense. You filled up my very soul with your warmth and your joy. And then you edged me until I was a complete slut for Touji. I would have let him do anything to me."
"You would have let him do anything to you either way."
"True, but you made it way more fun."
Agnes huffed dramatically and flopped back onto the bed, her blonde hair fanning out around her like a halo. She stared at the ceiling, her brow creased in concentration.
"I've always been good at reading people," she said slowly, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Like, freakishly good. I usually know what people are thinking. And my Nana used to try to stop me from fixing everyone's pain. I didn't realize it could be my magic. I was expecting spells and potions like my Nana used."
"Magic comes in all forms," I murmured, leaning down to kiss her.
"I suppose it does. But this?" She waved her hand in the air, gesturing vaguely between us. "This was the next level. I felt like I was actually inside your head, Zan."
You still are, I thought, letting her know that the connection was something lasting. A smile spread over her face as she stared up at me, awe in her eyes. She reached out and cupped my jaw, running her thumb over the stubble.
I still am. Her voice was clear and warm and filled with wonder. There was a sound from the bathroom, and we both glanced that way, and I felt her curiosity about Touji. And then her conviction that he was part of this somehow.
"I think he has walls. He protects himself," I said quietly, kissing her. "It may take a little longer with him."
"And you?"
"I'm an open book, baby."
She snorted. "A destroyer of virgins is the most emotionally grounded of us."
"Virginity! I don’t destroy virgins. The virgins walk away happy and all in one piece."
Her laugher followed me to the sink as I reached for a paper towel and cleaned up the streaks of cum on my chest. Touji's massive load was dripping out of me and running down my thighs, but there was no way in hell I was going to remove his mark on me without his explicit instruction.