A Tail of Two Kitties: A Reverse Harem Academy Tail (The Fox and the Hounds Book 2)

by Jacquelyn Faye

"Fuck that's hot." David was stroking himself in time to the movements of my fingers.

  "Wouldn't it feel better if somebody else were doing that?" I let my eyes drift between the two of them, letting them know I was speaking to both.

  They looked at each other, and their hands let go of themselves, crossed, and touched each other. "She was right," David said with a chuckle and a hiss as Roki stroked him faster.

  Roki just nodded.

  I almost came. Every time I think they can't do anything hotter than what we've already done, they surprise me. Most of the time it wasn't them going farther, but doing something simple like stroking each other that really floated my goat.

  It was like they shared a mental connection. Standing at the same time, they walked over to me, still stroking each other as I fingered myself inches from them. "Do you want us to come on you? Or do you want us to fuck you?"

  David's forthright question caused me to gush a little. I liked it when he talked dirty, I just hadn't known he could. I stopped masturbating and begged them to slip themselves inside me with my eyes, I didn't care where.

  They let go of each other's cocks and nodded at each other, another unspoken agreement between them. For all I knew, they had made plans in case an opportunity such as this arose. Roki sat down next to me and motioned for me to stand. Curious, I did as he asked. He pulled me between his legs, and bent down a little, letting his tongue slide up between my lips before he kissed my tummy, just above my pubic hair. "She tastes even better than she smells."

  Roki turned me around, and David leaned in for a kiss. It wasn't gentle, either. He practically devoured me with his mouth as I groaned against him. Roki's fingers slipped up inside me from behind, and I parted my legs. He began pumping them in and out of me, David refusing to let go of my lips as I tried to gasp through the pleasure. The orgasm caught me off guard, I had completely missed the telltale signs of its approach, and David released me as I tossed my head back and let out cry of pleasure.

  Roki's fingers slowed as I started to come down, and David looked at me embarrassedly. "That was uh…pretty loud."

  "Sorry," I mumbled, having difficulty forming words. And thoughts.

  "Don't be. That was hot."

  I looked over his shoulder. "Think they heard?"

  "So did the students at the other end of the school, most likely."

  I chuckled until Roki's hands gripped my hips and pulled me down into his lap. I felt his cock pressing up against me as his hands slid up under my shirt and grabbed my breasts as his lips found my neck. His breath sent shivers over my skin as he kissed down along my flesh to my shoulder.

  David unbuttoned my shirt, getting down on his knees to get the lower buttons, and then letting his fingers trail through my tuft of white just below the hem of my shirt. He parted my thighs, draping them over Roki's. I settled in his lap a little further and leaned back against him.

  Roki's lips trailed down over my shoulder now that my shirt was open, and he let his teeth slide over my skin as his hands slid down my stomach and over my pussy, pulling my lips apart.

  David reached down between my legs and took ahold of Roki's cock. Roki lifted me for a moment, and David guided the tip of Roki's cock to my wet hole. When Roki let go of me, I cried out as his hardness parted me, slipping inside me as David leaned over and sucked my clit into his mouth.

  "Holy fuck fuck fuck." I involuntarily started bouncing on Roki.

  The angle was awkward, and Roki slipped out of me. David looked up and smiled at me before gripping Roki and sucking my juices off him. From my perspective, it looked like David was sucking my cock, and I shuddered at the hotness of the situation.

  When David guided Roki back into me, he stood and offered me his cock. I never wanted anything more as I gripped him in my hand and pulled him to my mouth. A cock in my pussy and one in my mouth was not how I thought the day was going to end, I was just grateful it had.

  David stroked my cheek lovingly with one hand as he smiled down at me. Grinning around a mouthful of his cock, I winked at him as his breathing quickened. He was close, damn close. I pulled him from my mouth with a squelched pop. "You gonna cum?"

  He nodded.

  I let go of him and reached around, grabbing a handful of ass with each hand to pull him closer. Parting my lips, I let them glide over his tip as I slowly pulled him in my mouth using every ounce of suction I could muster. Slowly working down his length, I had three-quarters of him in my mouth, his tip practically touching the back of my throat as he started grunting, and I felt the first splash against the very back of my tongue.

  His fingers combed through my hair, grabbing two handfuls as he gently bucked his hips against me, my nose bumping against him as he came. I held him there as he finished and for a few moments after, letting my tongue graze his flesh as aftershocks of pleasure caused him to make cute noises. When he called my name shakily, I let him go and licked my lips.

  He sat down on the bed across from us and then got down on the floor, crawling toward me as Roki fucked me.

  "Come for me, Kaede," Roki whispered in my ear. He slid his hands back up to my breasts, trapping my nipples between his fingers and squeezing gently.

  I hissed and began to grind my hips against him, focusing on the pleasure spreading from where his flesh touched the deepest places inside me. He started bucking me in his lap, and the pleasure spilled through me. I began calling his name in time with his thrusts, building up volume as the intensity of my orgasm began to build.

  David kissed the juncture of my opening where Roki's cock entered me. I reached down and grabbed his head, pulling him closer. He licked from that spot, letting the cock driving into me slip against his tongue and then sweeping it over my pussy until the tip of it settled on my clit and began gently lapping, just as I couldn't hold back my orgasm for another moment.

  I came, throwing myself back against Roki's solid chest and squeezing David's head between my thighs.

  "David!" Roki hissed his name, knowing I was useless.

  David's fingers slid across my opening as he forcibly removed Roki's cock and pumping it with his hand. I opened my legs and looked down, just as Roki erupted over my stomach, his hot seed slowly sliding down my skin.

  David licked my flesh wherever it splashed.

  "That's fucking hotter," I mumbled, remembering David's statement from before.

  David smiled and planted one last kiss on my still sensitive clit. I shuddered as he stood and offered me his hand.

  Standing, I threw my arms around him, burying my face in his chest.

  "Better than cards?"

  "Like crazy eights, but I've played some seriously fun games of Uno."

  "You're a shit."

  "Yep."

  I smiled as he laughed.

  "David?"

  "Yes, Kaede?”

  "Would you sleep with us tonight?"

  I looked back at Hiroki to make sure it was okay with him. He grinned and nodded, still out of breath.

  "You want me to sleep with you or Hiroki?" He sounded a little skeptical.

  "Both of us. Let's push the bed together."

  "I'd like that."

  "I get to be in the middle." I looked back at Roki and stuck my tongue out at him.

  "Of course, Kaede-sama. The monkey is always in the middle.”

  Chapter 12

  Staring in shock, I watched as the doctor disappeared through the door and closed it behind him. My mouth was still hanging open as I turned and looked at Lornca. She'd been a welcome presence, for once, through the entire examination. I was in shock because I hadn't even had to get naked.

  "That was it?" He had literally waved his green glowing hands over my abdomen, nodded once to Lornca without a word, and left the room.

  "If you are dissatisfied, I could find some metal objects to probe you with."

  "Uh, no. Insert that whole phrase about gift horses and mouths here."

  She smiled and walked over to one of the cabinets in the e
xamination room, opening it and pulling out a sealed, sterile med kit.

  Oh. Here comes the bad part. "What's it going to be? Pills? Patch? Injection? Insertion of some sort of IUD?"

  She narrowed her eyes and ripped open the package. I gulped audibly. "Give me your wrist."

  Nearly shaking, I held it out for her. She reached into the sterile package and pulled out what looked like a beaded bracelet, onyx gleaming brightly under the fluorescent lighting above.

  "Where does that go?" Sweat started to bead on my forehead.

  She slipped it over my hand, letting it snap against my wrist. "There you go. Now you can't get pregnant as long as you wear that."

  "Seriously?"

  "Seriously."

  "What? Does it release hormones directly into my bloodstream?"

  "Nope. It is magic that keeps you from ovulating."

  "Shut up."

  She pulled back and gave me a stern look.

  "I don't mean that literally. It's like get out. Or no way."

  "I know. I am just screwing with you. I'm an elf, not a square."

  "Uh… Sure."

  "You're all set. Come back if you experience any side effects."

  "Like nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, uncontrollable flatulence, aches, pains, or death?"

  "No. More like an increase of breast volume, or hair growing where it shouldn't."

  I stared at her. "I'm not that lucky. As for the hair…" I shifted into my demi form. "Not too worried about that."

  "So, I see. Your form hasn't changed anymore since the last time you were here. That's promising."

  "Let's hope it stays that way." I nodded for emphasis. "So, how long does it take for this thing to start working?"

  She glanced down at the watch on her wrist and back up to me. "About three minutes ago."

  "Really?"

  "Really," she said with a chuckle and motioned me toward the door. "Have fun." She gave me a long, slow, drawn out wink.

  I blushed horribly and slipped out the door, not daring to look back, and headed for the Dining Hall. My appointment had been for just before lunch, and I'd been too nervous to eat. My stomach was threatening to stage a revolt, and it felt like a land war had already erupted.

  "Kaede?"

  I stopped in my tracks, turning slowly and giving a little gasp as my father stood there looking from me to the door of the infirmary. "Father?"

  "Are you…all right?"

  Nodding nervously, a billion-and-a-half excuses as to why I was in the infirmary prioritized themselves through my brain. "Hai." I was going with the classic, 'Don't volunteer any information, keep it simple, and only speak when spoken to' ploy. It was usually the safest bet when dealing with the Father. He saw through lies better than most mothers.

  "That is good. No lasting effects from the attacks?"

  "No."

  "What were you doing in the infirmary then?"

  I'd been half convinced he wasn't going to ask. My face contorted in fear when he finally did. He must have realized, and his eyes widened as he held up his hands.

  "Forget I asked!" Then he shook his head and turned around.

  "Papa?"

  He halted that first step away and turned back, slowly. "Hai?"

  "It was for female things. Everything is okay. Would you care to have lunch?"

  I swear to fuck, the man smiled. "Hai."

  Sliding my arm through his, I pressed my face against his arm in a very uncharacteristic motion of affection and let him lead the way to the Dining Hall. The boys were on their own. They could live without me for one meal. I hoped.

  "Are you sure you are okay? This is very unlike you." He motioned to my arms wrapped around his.

  "I know. Just the way things have been going lately… Papa, I'm tired of fighting."

  He didn't sigh, it was like every breath he had ever held in the past twenty-years or so of my existence finally escaped from him in relief. I could feel the tension and anger leaving him, all from my simple act of kindness. Maybe he could tell I meant what I said.

  "Papa?"

  "Yes, Kaede?"

  "I'm sorry."

  "What for?"

  "Everything." I hugged his arm a little tighter, concentrating on not getting my feet tangled with his as we walked.

  He stopped our journey through the halls of Aesir Academy, pulled his arm from mine, held me out at arm's length, and bent down to look into my eyes. "As am I, Daughter." Then he hugged me, and I can neither confirm nor deny, but both of us might have been crying a little, maybe.

  "She is mine." Fenrir ruined the moment, his resonant voice echoing from my vocal cords as my father and I finally shared a brief moment of reconciliation.

  I expected my father to push me away to argue with the mythic wolf, but he didn't. He refused to let me go and just whispered, "No. She belongs to no one but herself."

  My misty eyes turned into full sobs as my father held me tight. "Thank you, Papa."

  "Fight him, Kaede," he said and finally released me. "Still hungry?"

  "Famished."

  It was the first peaceful meal I had shared with my father in over a decade. As we sat at the table, smiling and laughing, Hiroki beamed at me from across the dining room. His happiness was almost greater than mine.

  Remy and David seemed happy, too. Rome was brooding and looking worried as I flipped him off whenever my father was looking at his food.

  ∞ ∞ ∞

  "Kaede."

  I had just said goodbye to my father. He was flying home in the morning but promised to be back in a week. He also had a plan to help rid me of Fenrir, but he wouldn't elaborate, tapping his ear to let me know he didn't want the wolf god to hear. After all that, Rome's voice behind me was the last thing in the universe I wanted to hear, but there we were. There wasn't a doubt that it was him either.

  "What?" I didn't bother turning around.

  "Can we talk?"

  "No." I started walking away, heading back to our dormitory where I could put two-and-a-half inches of solid, locking wood between us.

  "Please?"

  My foot froze, rooted in place. I think it was the please that did it. Sighing, I turned around. "Talk?"

  "Yes. Just talk."

  I walked past him and headed back into the dining hall. If he wanted to talk, I was going to need coffee to stay awake. I had absolutely no desire to hear whatever lie he had concocted to excuse his behavior, but I would at least hear him out before I disemboweled him with a spork.

  "Where are you going?"

  "Coffee," I said in answer.

  "I was hoping we could talk somewhere private."

  "We'll get a table in the corner. Trust me. You don't want to be alone in the same room as me right now, Rome."

  "Fair enough."

  I was passing the dessert section when my hand shot out of its own volition and snagged a plate with a largish slice of cheesecake topped with strawberries on it. Almost putting it back, I realized it might make the situation a little less volatile. I couldn't chew Rome's ankles off with cheeks stuffed full of cheesecake. So, I carried it over to the beverage bar, poured myself a cup of coffee, and headed for a secluded little table for two in the back corner. There would be less witnesses if the cheesecake failed to keep me from gutting him.

  Just as I was about to pull the mug from under the spigot, Rome's hand intercepted the cup, almost sloshing its contents in order to grab it. "You have your hands full. I'll carry it."

  I walked away without so much as a word of thanks.

  The Dining Hall was damn near deserted, and we had our pick of tables. True to my word, I chose one in the far back corner. I didn't want any complaints of a foul-mouthed student berating a classmate to make its way to the headmaster.

  With both of his hands full, Rome couldn't pull out my chair, even though I could tell by the look on his face he really wanted to. I had one hand free, but I still kicked the chair away from the table and sat. It was always important to stretch before dishing
out any degree of ass whooping. The last thing I wanted was to pull a hammy when I lodged my foot in Rome's rectum.

  "Talk."

  He set my coffee down in front of me and sat down as he sipped carefully from his cup. "I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am."

  "You better figure out a way."

  "I know."

  "You done fucked up, A-A-Ron."

  "Pardon?"

  "You fucked up! Do you have any clue as to how pissed I am at you right now? Why in the name of all that is holy would you pretend to be your fucking brother? Were you trying to score? Did you think pretending to be him would get you into my panties?" I paused to stuff a mound of cheesecake in my mouth, washing it down with a swallow of coffee, and not giving a shit that it felt like I had just poured molten lead into my pie hole. Cheesecake hole. Whatever. It burned, and I didn't care. "Of all the two-faced, moronic, self-centered, conniving, dirty, underhanded, bullshit things you could have, would have, or have done…that was the fucking worst." I swallowed, trying very hard to keep the cheesecake down. I must have swallowed wrong, and a piece of the ooey-gooey goodness lodged itself against one of the walls of my left ventricle. The heart that was beating a mile-a-minute felt like it was slowing and breaking. It hurt.

  "I know I did. My intentions were good, but I fucked up by not telling you sooner. Even though I tried."

  "Intentions were good? By tricking me into thinking you were someone you weren't. I don't know how I didn't see right away that you weren't Remy. He cares about me. Loves me. Would never hurt me."

  "Neither would I."

  "Braaaaaaa. Wrong answer. You already did. Probably worse than anyone ever has in my life up until that moment. I hate you, Rome. I fucking despise you. I hate that I was enjoying myself with you. I hate myself for being happy!" I slammed the fork sideways down into my cheesecake, ruining what was left of it and ignoring the fallout from my pastry attack. It had landed over both of us, but I was too busy sobbing to care.

  "You were enjoying our date?"

  "Was. Past tense. When I think about it now, I want to throw up."

  "Kaede…"

  "Don't. There is nothing in this world that could make me forgive you." Standing up, I started marching toward the door, mentally calling myself an idiot for even attempting to listen to him.