Chapter 12
Touji
Agnes had a hold on me. The warm, comforting embrace of her mind wrapped around me like a hug, making me feel both safe and a little nervous. I stepped in a little closer, and she hooked her ankles around my ass, holding me there, with my cock pressed against her bare pussy. There was something intense and unsettling about staring into her eyes, like she was seeing so much more of me than just my looks.
"I don't know what you're doing to me," I said.
Agnes's lips curved into a knowing smile. "I'm not doing anything, Touji. I'm just seeing you. It's what I've always done with people I care about. I just never realized it was magic. And that was the only thing holding me back. Zan helped me realize that. Maybe we can both help you release the fear that holds you back."
And somehow, I knew she knew exactly what she was talking about. It was like she was peering into the very essence of my being, seeing more than she should have about my life as a young halfling who didn't know where he fit into the world. I met her eyes, and she smiled.
"You're telepathic," I whispered. "That's what's been happening with you and Zan."
"Yes," she said. "But not normally to this extent. With other people, it's blurry and fuzzy, difficult to discern from my own prejudices. Enough so that I didn't even realize what it was — all this time I just thought I had a natural talent for reading people."
"Magic is a talent," Zan said, moving closer, leaning his hip against the counter she was sitting on. He'd stopped with the snacking, and I could feel a vibration off of him, a want, but he held himself back. Was he waiting for instruction, or letting us have our moment?
I turned back to Agnes and tried to drop my defenses and let her inside my mind.
"Focus on a memory," she murmured, and I took her back to the day my father died, the day I lost my only link to my kitsune heritage. Fearful that I wouldn't fit in with the unknown world of my father's people, I'd tried my best to play human, but always as an outsider. I didn't age at the same rate they did. My life moved at a different pace. My younger half-sisters had married, welcomed children and grandchildren into their lives. They lived fully, aged gracefully, but in kitsune terms, I was still considered just out of my youth.
She shared a little of her childhood, and I realized there was a kinship there. Her father had passed when she was young, too. And the grandmother who had raised Agnes and Tabitha had been magical, while Agnes and Tabitha had not shown obvious talents. She'd been a lovely parent, but she'd had expectations that Agnes couldn't live up to. And still, as Agnes was just realizing, Nana had somehow missed the magic that was within her granddaughter all along.
"It wasn't her fault," I whispered, and Agnes smiled.
"I know. Nana loved me. Honestly, it was my fault. I didn't trust myself to believe that the things I felt about people were anything more than my overactive imagination." She nuzzled my neck, kissing me there, and the silky skin of her small, pert breasts tickled my chest. "And you? You've always felt like an outsider, haven't you?"
I nodded, unable to look away from her piercing gaze. "Until I found my studies, and then The Guild. They gave me purpose, a place to belong."
"But is that enough?" Agnes challenged, her fingers now tangling in my hair. "Don't you want more, Touji?"
I swallowed hard, my heart racing. "I... I've never allowed myself to want more. Human life is so fleeting, and the kitsune… I don't know. I wasn't raised among them."
She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear. "Maybe it's time you allowed yourself to want what you really need."
I smirked. "And what is that?"
"Love," she said simply, with a shrug.
"This isn't love. We all just met!"
Zan snorted. "She's saying you need to open yourself up to love happening, dumbass. No one's in love with anyone. Well, except for me, you're obviously both in love with me. I mean, look at this body!" He brushed a crumb off of his cut abs.
Agnes laughed and swatted his chest, and he captured her hand and kissed her palm, growling low in his throat in a way that made her shiver. Made me shiver. In that moment, with Agnes in my arms and her words echoing in my mind, I felt myself teetering on the edge of something profound. The carefully maintained balance of my life was about to shift, and for once, I was ready to let it.
I heard Agnes's voice, soft yet clear, though I wasn't sure if she'd spoken aloud or if the words were somehow in my head. Let me show you. But be patient, I'm just learning.
I needed to be closer to her. We'd never dressed, and without clothing between us, there was no barrier, and the telepathic connection only felt stronger. She grabbed my cock, stroking me, exploring my shape.
"Agnes," I breathed, my voice husky with desire. "Are you sure about this?"
"More than sure," she purred, sliding her hand up and down my length, driving me closer to that place where I didn't make the best decisions.
"She has a modern thing called birth control, so you don't even have to breed her yet," Zan said gleefully.
I burst out laughing. "Thanks for clarifying that, Zan. Though isn't it you who wants to be bred? Filled up with my cum, dripping and marked as a little slut?"
Zan's eyes widened and his cock hardened. I reached out and stroked his glorious cock.
"This looks like a fun toy for our little witch," I said, running my thumb through the pre-cum at the tip. “She’ll enjoy fucking it, won’t she?”
We shifted, and Agnes then perched on the edge of the counter, legs spread wide. Her body had a grace and flexibility that told me how dedicated she was to dance, and spread out like that, I was so fucking turned on by it.
She reached for me, dragging me closer by my cock, pressing it against her drenched slit. In one swift motion, she yanked me close, impaling herself on my cock. taking my full length inside her. The sensation was overwhelming — not just the physical sensation, but something more. I could feel what she was feeling - the delicious ache and stretch as she accommodated me, the fullness, the desire.
"Oh god," I groaned, my hands gripping her hips. "How is this possible?"
Agnes rolled her hips, sending a jolt of pleasure through both of us. "Magic," she whispered with a wink. "Now shut up and fuck me, Touji."
I didn't need to be told twice. As I thrust up into her welcoming heat, I marveled at the dual sensations - the tight, slick warmth enveloping me, and the exquisite fullness Agnes was experiencing. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, magnifying every touch, every movement.
"Is this... normal for you?" I managed to ask between thrusts.
Agnes laughed, the sound turning into a moan as I hit a sensitive spot. "Trust me, Touji, there's nothing normal about this. But I'm already addicted."
I reached over and stroked Zan's cock, and he and Agnes moaned in unison, as if I'd played with her somewhere intimate as well. Her pussy fluttered around me, and I lost myself in the delicious sensation.
"Fuck, that's hot," the demon growled, his golden eyes blazing with lust.
Zan's grin widened as he slammed his hips forward and fucked my hand. "It feels amazing," he purred. "You have no idea."
I was about to retort when Agnes moved again, rotating her hips in a way that made us both groan. And right then, I understood. Somehow, impossibly, Zan was feeling this too.
"How..." I gasped, struggling to form coherent thoughts. "It's not just sex? You stay linked."
Agnes cupped my face, her blue eyes dancing with mischief. "Questions later, lover," she murmured before capturing my lips in a desperate kiss.
I lost myself in the kiss, in the feeling of Agnes moving above me. She set a rhythm that was pure torture and bliss, her inner muscles gliding along my shaft in the most delicious way. Each time she found an angle that hit just right, her eyes would widen.
"Oh!" she gasped, breaking the kiss. "That's... wow."
I couldn't help but chuckle, even as my own arousal built. "Feeling yourself, sweetheart? Do you love how soft your pussy is around my cock? Because I'm fucking obsessed." I let go of Zan so I could fuck her harder, and he whimpered.
"Zan," I commanded, surprised by the authoritative tone in my voice. "You can watch, but no touching yourself. You come when we say you can come."
Zan's eyes flashed with challenge, but he complied, taking a half step back so we could see his full, glorious body. He clasped his hands behind his back, his impressive cock jutting proudly before him.
"Like this?" he purred, cocking an eyebrow. A long string of pre-cum dripped from the head of his cock to the floor.
"Slut," I said, my tone affectionate.
"Only for you, Sir."
I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away as his cock twitched and jumped with every movement Agnes and I made. My mouth watered at the sight, and I found myself wondering what it would taste like...
Agnes's breathless laughter snapped me back to the present. "See something you like?" she teased, rolling her hips in a way that made us all groan.
I gripped her hips, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. "You have no idea," I murmured.
The desperation in Agnes's movements was growing, her wild need palpable. I could feel it thrumming through her, amplifying my own desire. Her inner walls clenched around me, drawing a low moan from my throat.
"Touji," she whimpered, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I need... I need..."
I lost myself in the sensations, in the slick heat of her wrapped around me, in the building pressure of my own release. "I know, sweetheart," I panted. "I've got you."
I couldn't take it anymore. We both needed him, too, and watching him wasn't enough. With a growl, I stood, lifting Agnes with me. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her to the bed, her lips finding mine in a searing kiss.
"Zan," I commanded, breaking away from Agnes's mouth. "Get over here. Now."
The demon's golden eyes glowed with hunger as he approached. I positioned Agnes on the bed, her legs spread wide, still impaled on my cock.
"Fuck her ass," I ordered, my voice rough with desire.
Zan's lips curled into a wicked grin. "As you wish, Sir."