Chapter 14
Zan
I sprawled across the bed, feeling content. Agnes and Touji cuddled on each side of me. Staying in the chalet had been the right decision. Each day, we'd had to convince Touji to stay, but that was becoming easier with every intimate, passionate moment.
And after three more days of passionate sex and telepathic bonds, and I was ready to take them home to keep.
Though I wasn't entirely sure they'd appreciate that. How do you bring up moving to another realm to two people you've just met?
You'd think after a few millennia, I'd get less awkward, but nope.
"Zan," Agnes murmured against my side, her voice thick with sleep as she curled closer. Her blonde hair was a wild halo on the pillow, and her athletic body pressed against mine, soft and pliant. And flexible. I made a mental note to only fuck dancers for the rest of my life.
Maybe a few yoga practitioners, too.
I glanced down at Agnes and my heart squeezed a little, because if I was being honest with myself, I only wanted to fuck her and Touji for the rest of my life. They met my needs. The sex was amazing, and they connected with me on an emotional level that few ever had.
But they were mortal, and I feared my magic would do nothing for them. I knew demons whose companions lived on far beyond their natural lifespan by sheer force of the demon's magical will, but that had never happened to me, not in three thousand years.
"Do you feel any less mortal?" I kept my voice casual so they wouldn't suspect a thing.
"Is he spinning out? Because in my head it sounds like he's spinning out," Touji muttered, combing his fingers through his thick, sexy hair. This whole telepathic connection was really hampering my style. No one was supposed to know that I was in the middle of a mild panic attack.
"Wait, you can hear him?" Agnes asked, ignoring my urgent question about her mortality and rolling onto her stomach to lean on her elbows and stare down at Touji. "Interesting. Do you think I work as a conduit for the two of you?"
"You can step outside and we'll test it, maybe," Touji said. Why wouldn't anyone tell me if they felt any less mortal? Touji shifted, and I was reminded that my tail was still stuffed up inside him from our latest marathon fuck session. This time, Agnes had watched as Touji and I fucked each other — his cock in me, my tail in him.
And he hadn't wanted me to take my tail out.
Suitably distracted, I gave my tail a gentle pump, reveling in the silky tightness of Touji's channel. Touji's response was immediate—a soft moan that seemed to vibrate through the very air, his eyes fluttering closed as I hit his prostate the way he liked. His back arched, pushing back against me in silent invitation to continue this delicious dance.
"Mm, good boy," Touji murmured. "Fuck me with that tail. It feels so good."
Agnes curled against the other side of him, skimming her fingers up and down his cock, and I thrust harder, penetrating him again and again with the bulbous head of my tail, completely forgetting that I had questions about life, mortality, and how this kind of relationship worked. My cock hardened as I admired his thick ass, taking me so well.
"Zan," he breathed, the word laced with a cocktail of need and enchantment. "Agnes."
"Right here, Sir," I said. "Want to climb on and fuck yourself on my cock while Agnes sucks you off?"
Agnes grinned. "Mm, but what about me?"
"When we're done, we'll lick your pussy until you're boneless and satisfied," I said.
Touji's electronic device buzzed on the side table, interrupting us, but piquing my curiosity. I reached out, my fingers taking in the cold, smooth texture and turning it over in my hands. The thing was oddly weighty for such a compact contraption, as if it contained worlds within its glassy surface.
"Devilish device," I muttered, flipping it over. Its face illuminated with a burst of light that seemed almost magical. A neatly stacked row of words appeared on the screen. I squinted at them, but the more I read, the deeper my frown etched itself upon my brow.
"Zan, if you're done looking confused by technology, may I have my phone back?" Touji asked.
In a bid to reclaim his attention, I gave a deliberate thrust of my tail, feeling him clench around me—a delightful distraction from the dull glow of the screen. He moaned, but his hand remained outstretched, decidedly insistent.
"Be a good boy," he said, pulling me out of him. "We can have sex anytime, but if there's important information about our situation on my phone, I need to know it."
"Persistent little fox." I handed his phone to him with a sigh.
"Who's Anya?" I asked Touji, as I stood to clean up from our most recent romp in the bed. "And why's she sending you congratulations for Sam'angthikoth's trip home?"
Touji frowned as he studied the glowing surface of the phone. "I didn't bring him back," he muttered, his voice tinged with confusion. "Sam must've found his way on his own."
"Ha! Sam'angthikoth and I never did get along. He's a bit too into mischief for my tastes."
Agnes snorted. "Oh yeah, you hate mischief."
"Right? Anyway, I would think he'd want to hang out for a while, cause some chaos. Though perhaps that cute kitsune sidekick of his finally showed up. Or maybe,"—here I flashed a wicked grin at Agnes—"he has been busy seducing your sister."
Touji bit his bottom lip. "Isn't there a prophecy about two demons who marry witch sisters?" His thumbs flew over his phone as he moved the flashing lights around, muttering something about the sisters having pet foxes.
Agnes bolted upright, her eyes wide. "Are you kidding me?" she exclaimed, snatching up her own device. "Be right back. I need to call my sister." She wrapped Touji's jacket around her, and, shivering a little, stepped outside. Through the door, I could hear her say. "Holy shit! Tell me everything!"
Touji set down his phone and looked up. "I think I'll need to consult some texts," he murmured. "Where did Agnes go?"
"I think Sam'angthikoth has seduced her sister," I whispered. "Shall we eavesdrop?"
"Let her talk to her sister," he said, shaking his head. With a sigh, he crawled across the bed and snuggled close once again.
I felt Touji's body relax against mine as he rolled over, snuggling closer. His thick, silky hair tickled my chest, and his body seemed more relaxed than he had in days.
"Why are you so relieved that Sam'angthikoth is fucking Tabitha?"
"I told you, I was worried about Yarrow Creek."
"And? Touji, tell the truth."
"My boss thought I had both of you under control, but I never even met that Sam demon."
"You lied to your boss!" I gasped, delighted. "So you're a bad boy sometimes, too?"
He blushed. "Not usually. I really have an appreciation for the rules. But in this case… I wanted time with you and Agnes more than I cared about the rules. I suppose I'm very lucky it worked out for the best. Sam'angthikoth could have gone on a rampage."
"Eh, he's not really the rampaging type."A twinge of worry gnawed at my gut. "Does this mean you need me to go back to work? Or can you still pretend you're hunting me down? If it helps, I can go back to The Above."
His body stiffened slightly, and I felt a pang of regret for bringing it up. Touji's voice was soft when he replied, "I suppose you should. But..." He trailed off, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest.
"But?" I prompted, trying to keep the hope out of my voice.
"But I don't want to let you go yet. Though, what if Agnes and I head back to Yarrow Creek, and you return with all the proper paperwork filed?" Touji said, lifting his head to meet my gaze. His eyes sparkled with determination. "You won't have to stay there long."
"Ah yes, paperwork. The bane of my existence. You know, Guild orders are the reason I was hibernating in the first place. Do you think they'd just let me go free?"
Touji's brow furrowed. "I'll find a way around that," he said firmly. "Let me do some research. And perhaps I can convince Anya that you're reformed from… whatever you were in trouble for? Violence? Death and destruction?"
"Fucking too many virgins. Including some male virgins. They felt I was sexually corrupting the youth."
Touji blinked. "Seriously? That's a crime worthy of 200 years of hibernation?"
"Yep. Back in the day, humans had some powerful feelings about the kinds of things you and I enjoy together."
"Fucking homophobes. Can we just convince them that you're too busy sexually corrupting me and Agnes now?" Touji asked.
I laughed, my smile turning wicked. "Of the three of us, you've already got the most corrupt mind. I know. I've seen what goes on in there. And I like it."
"Whatever. We'll figure something out. Something that gets you a permanent visa to remain with us… for as long as you like, I mean. Not like we're holding you hostage or something." Touji blushed, and a slow smile played across my lips.
"Can we role play that? You two are holding me hostage, and I'm an innocent demon who doesn't believe he enjoys gay sex or know the power of his own sexuality. You'll take my virginity and train me to be addicted to you? I'll fight it, but I won't be able to resist drinking your cum every day."
It was a weird moment for Agnes to burst back through the door, but she took it in stride. Hell, she climbed into the bed with us, and threatened to corrupt my virgin body. And that was why I loved her.
Shit. I'd probably had that thought way too soon in this whole situation.