Chapter 17
Touji
Sam and Zan still didn't seem like mortal enemies, even after the three-hour celebration at Agnes's house. But I decided not to argue with their insistence that they hated each other as Zan hugged Sam goodbye and Agnes hugged her sister goodbye.
Kaito and I gave each other distant nods. I didn't think either of us were huggers. We stood by the door for a moment as they all piled into Tabitha's Subaru and drove off.
Closing the door, I turned to Zan. His golden eyes gleamed with mischief in the dim light of the living room of the house where Agnes and Zan had first met so many weeks ago. I'd been here a few times since, setting up for us to move here, and gathering relics for a portal in the upstairs closet. The plan was to split our time between this house and Zan's palace in The Above, allowing Agnes to continue to teach at her dance school as much as possible. Her students were important to her.
I'd retired from the Guild, though Anya had offered me a cush job as a demon chaser, after my success with catching Zan and Sam. There was only one demon I wanted to chase, though, and he had a storage room full of artifacts for me to examine and catalog.
He was even letting me put the ones that didn't have any gemstones into a museum in The Below. One that monster children could visit to learn about their history. I was building it with his riches.
But the celebration of his release from his punishment at the hands of the guild was the best news of all. Zan was free to be our husband — our big, goofy demon, full of mischief and sex, who loved us with all of his heart. Feeling my worry for him lift had been the best news of all.
Almost as soon as the court case had ended, Zan had decided he might do quite well as a defense lawyer, helping people who were struggling with harsh sentences from the Guild. He seemed pretty convinced that he could skip a legal education and just call himself a lawyer. After all, few people were ballsy enough to argue with a demon.
But now, the celebration was over, and I was ready to settle into our life and see where it took us. After all, as the true loves of a demon, we could live for as long as we liked — and we'd have quite an adventure along the way.
Most of it would probably involve sex.
"Is it time for my punishment?" Zan asked, as Agnes bolted the door and turned back to face us.
"On your knees,."
Zan's lips curled into a wicked grin as he sank to the floor, looking up at me through his wild mane of black hair. The veins beneath his obsidian skin pulsed with an otherworldly glow. He'd been wearing that self-satisfied smirk all night, as if he knew something we didn't.
I raised an eyebrow. "You seem awfully pleased with yourself for someone about to be punished."
Agnes chuckled as she stepped up beside me. "Our naughty demon does love a good spanking. And I think he deserves one of those."
Zan's gaze flickered between us, his expression softening. "I just... I want to thank you both. For believing in me, despite my, ah, mischievous proclivities."
My chest tightened at the vulnerability in his voice. For all his bravado, Zan still struggled to believe he was truly accepted. I opened my mouth to reassure him, but Agnes beat me to it.
She laughed, a warm, musical sound that filled the room. "Oh Zan, we don't love you in spite of your ways. We love you because of them. You make us laugh, you always add fun to any situation, and your heart is bigger and more open than anyone's."
"Couldn't have said it better myself," I agreed, reaching down to cup Zan's cheek. His skin burned hot against my palm, a reminder of the molten power that coursed through him. I felt Zan's mind quiet as he leaned into my touch, a contented purr rumbling in his chest. The sound sent a shiver of desire through me. How had I, a stuffy academic, ended up with not one but two incredible partners?
"Now then," I said, struggling to keep my voice steady. "I believe someone is overdue for some discipline... Didn't we discuss not talking during my monologue?"
"Oops?" Zan said. "Will you spank me for it?"
"Perhaps. But first," I said. "I've been thinking. Our ceremony in The Above was... functional. We needed to be married before the hearing, so it was more than a little rushed. But I'd like to do a real wedding. Somewhere we can truly celebrate our love, in front of everyone who matters to us."
Zan's golden eyes widened, a grin spreading across his face. "You mean it? A proper ceremony?"
I nodded, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "The rushed affair to prove Zan's reform was fine, but... I want something romantic. Something that reflects what we mean to each other."
Agnes's face lit up, her smile radiant. "Oh, Touji! That's a wonderful idea!"
Zan beamed up at us from his position on the floor. "I'm in. One hundred percent. What if you gag me and tie me up?"
I frowned. "For the ceremony?"
"Yes! You can make me suck your cock or lick Agnes's pussy the whole time if you like. I'll pretend to resist, of course, because I'm just not that sort of person. But the more you torture me, the more I'll be addicted to both of your cum that I won't be able to stop."
Agnes blinked. "Have you been reading dark romance novels again?"
"Maaaybe?" Zan said, grinning. "What do you think? Force me to learn to take cock in my ass like a good boy?"
I was confused. "You already ask for it like twice a day. You give your consent all the time."
Zan chewed on his bottom lip. "I'm not sure you're getting the whole roleplay aspect."
"Okay, let's roleplay that you were a cheeky demon in court today and need to have twenty spankings as punishment."
Agnes stepped forward. "Or maybe we should roleplay that we're going to worship Touji to thank him for all of his hard work to set you free."
Zan looked confused. "That doesn't sound like role play, that just sounds like what I already want to do."
"Still, I think it's time we showed Touji just how much we appreciate him. All that hard work deserves a proper reward, don't you think, Zan?"
I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal flooding through me. "It was nothing, really," I mumbled, averting my gaze. "You know how much I love research. It's my jam."
Agnes shook her head, her blue eyes piercing into mine. "Don't sell yourself short, Touji," she said softly. Her fingers found the buttons of my shirt, slowly unfastening them one by one. "You've done so much for us, for this family."
As she pushed my shirt and tie off my shoulders, I shivered, not just from the cool air on my skin but from the intensity of her gaze. Her love for me echoed in my mind, a warm, pulsing presence that made my breath catch.
"You're one of us now," Agnes murmured, her hand trailing down my chest. "No longer an outsider. You belong right here, and you fit perfectly."
I swallowed hard, overwhelmed by the emotions swirling through me. Our connection had blossomed so quickly, the telepathic link between the three of us smashing through barriers I didn't even know existed. It was as if the universe itself had decided we were meant to be together.
Agnes's hand drifted lower, palming my rapidly hardening cock through my pants. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it, my hips instinctively bucking into her touch.
"Fuck," I gasped, my mind reeling. I could feel not just my own arousal, but echoes of Agnes's desire and Zan's hunger. The feedback loop of sensation was intoxicating, threatening to sweep me away.
"That's it," Zan purred from his position on the floor. "Let us take care of you, Touji. You deserve it."
I looked down at him, then back at Agnes, feeling utterly cherished and desired. "I love you both so much," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "I never imagined I could feel this... complete."
I watched, breath catching, as Zan's golden eyes locked onto mine. His massive hands reached for my belt buckle, deftly unfastening it.
"Allow me," he rumbled, that arrogant smirk I'd grown to adore playing on his lips.
My pants hit the floor, and I gasped as Zan's hot mouth enveloped me, his long tongue wrapping around my shaft as his throat closed around the head of my cock. The pleasure was electric, amplified by our connection. I could feel his satisfaction, his eagerness to please. He loved the taste of me and the silky feel of me against his tongue.
I moaned, fingers tangling in his wild mane. "Zan, that's... incredible."
Agnes pressed against my side, her lips finding my neck, her hands tracing over my chest. "I can feel it too," she murmured. "Your pleasure, Zan's hunger... it's intoxicating."
I turned my head, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. The sensations threatened to overwhelm me - Zan's skilled tongue, Agnes's soft curves, the tidal wave of shared emotion crashing over us.
"Bed," Agnes gasped, breaking the kiss. "Now."
They guided me to stretch out on my back on the huge, plush bed we'd installed in Agnes's bedroom. Spread out naked before them, I felt exposed, vulnerable, yet utterly safe. I belonged here.
"You're beautiful," Zan growled, trailing kisses up my thigh.
Agnes nodded, her fingers tracing the lines of my face. "Let us worship you, Touji. Let us show you how much we love you."
Their hands and mouths roamed my body, igniting every nerve ending. I arched into their touch, overcome by sensation and the depth of their affection resonating through our bond.
I writhed on the bed, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of Agnes's silky lips and Zan's powerful hands exploring every inch of me. My tails, usually controlled and tucked away, unfurled behind me. They flicked and curled with a mind of their own, wrapping around limbs and caressing heated flesh.
"You're exquisite," Agnes breathed, her blue eyes dark with desire as she straddled my hips. "I never imagined I'd be so lucky."
I opened my mouth to respond, but Zan chose that moment to slide a slick finger inside me, reducing me to a gasping mess. "Fuck," I hissed, my hips bucking involuntarily.
Zan chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "Patience, fox. We're just getting started."
"Easy for you to say," I panted, shooting him a playful glare. "You're not the one being teased within an inch of your life."
Agnes leaned down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. "Oh, but you love it," she murmured against my mouth. "We can feel how much you're enjoying this."
She was right, of course. The anticipation, the careful preparation — it was delicious torture. Zan settled between my legs, spreading me open wide, and resting my ass on a thick pillow. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance. Usually, I fucked him, but today, he knew exactly what I needed.
At the same time, Agnes straddled my hips and guided my cock to her slick folds, sinking down slowly onto my length.
"Oh damn," I moaned, overwhelmed by the dual sensations. Zan filled me up, stretching me in the most delicious way, while Agnes's tight pussy enveloped me. I bucked upwards, torn between pushing back onto Zan's cock and thrusting deeper into Agnes. Sensations coursed through me, wave after wave of pleasure from each of their minds and bodies, blending together until I didn't know who was fucking whom. We were one. We were this beautiful thing that joined together in a delicious, wicked harmony.
"That's it," Zan growled, his hips snapping forward. "Take us both, Touji. You were made for this."
I gasped, my mind reeling from the onslaught of sensations. It wasn't just their physical experience that I felt — though that was intense enough to make my toes curl — but the emotional connection that left me breathless. Through our telepathic link, I could feel everything: Zan's fierce desire, Agnes's tender affection, their shared joy at our union.
"I love you," Agnes whispered, her eyes locked on mine as she rocked her hips. "Both of you, so much."
"I love you too," I moaned, shaking between them as my orgasm grew close.
Zan's arms wrapped around my hips. "You're ours, Touji. Forever."
I felt my throat tighten with emotion. "And you're mine," I managed to choke out. "I've never belonged anywhere like I belong with you two."
Agnes leaned down, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. I could taste her love on her tongue, feel it in the way her fingers tangled in my hair. When she pulled back, her eyes were shining. "Show us, then," she purred. "Show us how much you want us."
I didn't need to be told twice. With a growl, I thrust up into Agnes, then spread my legs wider, taking all of Zan. They matched my rhythm perfectly, as if we were one, moving in perfect synchronicity.
"Fuck," I groaned, my head spinning with need. "I can feel... everything."
The orgasm hit us all at once, as Agnes whispered an order for us to come, and I wasn't sure who lost control first, but it didn't matter, because the sensation was all-consuming.
We collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, panting and giggling like teenagers. Agnes's blonde hair tickled my nose as she nuzzled into my chest, while Zan draped himself across my back, his arm lazily draped over both of us.
"That was..." I trailed off, searching for words.
"Mind-blowing?" Zan supplied helpfully, his voice muffled against my shoulder. "I love you both so much."
"Transcendent," Agnes murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my collarbone.
I chuckled, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with our recent exertions. "All of the above. I never knew it could be like this."
Agnes lifted her head, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously. "Oh, just wait. We're only getting started, Mr. Inoue."
Before I could respond, the shrill sound of the doorbell pierced our bubble of bliss. Agnes frowned, her brow furrowing in that adorable way it did when she was annoyed.
"Who the hell could that be?" she grumbled, reluctantly extricating herself from our embrace.
I watched appreciatively as she threw on a pair of yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt, then wrapped herself in a fluffy robe. Even disheveled, she was breathtaking.
"Want me to get it?" I offered, already knowing the answer.
"No, you two stay put. I'll be right back." She leaned down for a quick kiss before padding out of the room.
I listened intently as Agnes's footsteps descended the stairs. The door creaked open, and I heard the low murmur of voices. A woman's voice, unfamiliar and slightly accented, rang from downstairs.
"I'm looking for Agnes and Tabitha Tuttle? I think I might be their sister."
My eyes widened, and I sat bolt upright, nearly dislodging a dozing Zan. "Did you hear that?" I hissed.
Zan blinked sleepily. "Something about a sister? Shit, please don't tell me we have to save the world. I planned to devote eternity to sex and napping."
Was the prophecy a real thing, after all? I waited, listening, for more details, but they were speaking too quietly. Soon, I heard the door close again, and soft footsteps on the stairs.
Agnes reappeared and met my eyes, knowing instantly that I knew. "I asked her to come back tomorrow, but it's probably nothing. She's not even sure about it. She wanted a DNA test, so it's probably nothing."
"Probably nothing," I agreed.
"Definitely nothing. In fact, why don't you skip that meeting and we can all fuck," Zan said.
"Maybe there's more, maybe there's not. For now, let's just be us, okay?" She leaned down and kissed me, and I smiled.
"Let's just be us for always."
"Except when we're roleplaying," Zan added sleepily. "Do you think I'd make a good innocent virgin? Please don't corrupt me, kind sir!"
"No!" we both said in unison, slapping Zan with our pillows and tumbling into the bed, hearts full of laughter and joy.
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