Right now it made him fumble for the lube, wanting more than ever to be deep inside Tag. Paul lubed up his husband without his usual finesse, not worrying about opening him up gradually and gently. Tag liked that rough style sometimes, and Paul would sometimes give in and play at being fiercer than he was. It always felt like a game and he couldn’t maintain the pretense for long.
Today, though, it felt right, like the marking and blood had. He still tasted Tag’s blood, and the claw marks Tag had left on him throbbed deliciously.
This seemed, by all logic, to be a dangerous state in which to work red magic—too uncontrolled, too close to the fine line between pleasure and pain, between rough play and violence.
“Let the magic guide you, Paul. It knows what it needs, and it’s not necessarily what all your precious grimoires imply.” Grandma Josie had been dead for years, but Paul heard her voice as clear as day. That long-ago lesson hadn’t been about red magic. The family would never let Josie teach red magic, the magic most likely, in their belief, to flame out of control if one didn’t follow rigid rules. But it certainly seemed to apply.
“Fuck the pretty lady, Tag. Fuck her now.” It came out an order. What the magic wanted, perhaps, but so not his style. He almost apologized to his husband.
But Tag looked over his shoulder and grinned a grin of pure lust, his pupils so wide that only a fine rim of amber showed they were his wordside eyes, not those of the fox. “You don’t talk like that often enough, sweetie. It’s hot. But I thought you might want to get things started.” He wiggled his ass.
Oh Powers, what a tease that man could be! And why hadn’t he thought how incredibly sensual Tag’s soft tail would feel on his heated skin?
“No. You need to start it. Now. Don’t make her wait any longer, Tag. Don’t make me wait.” He poised himself, letting his cock barely touch the place it yearned to enter.
For a few excruciating, beautiful seconds, Tag teased Akane with his cock, making her squirm and gasp and make those delicious small noises that a woman in heat made, noises Paul had willed himself to forget. Watching the man he loved draw them from this gorgeous female creature went straight to Paul’s aching dick.
His dick wasn’t the only part that ached. This one time and then never again I can enjoy this. Treasure it. Savor every second.
Tag reared up, bucking his ass against Paul. Then Tag plunged into Akane’s sex. Akane cried out wildly, something that might have started out as a Japanese word but ended as a fox’s yip. All kinds of erotic, and Paul could only imagine how it must affect Tag.
“Fuck me, you bastard.” Tag’s voice was strained, harsh. Already he seemed close to losing words. “Need your cock in me.”
“So does Akane. I love you, Tag.” Paul envisioned a swirling ball of energy—red, white, green, blue and Akane’s silver and tawny orange—surrounding the three of them. Weaving them together. Tearing apart the curse like ivy tearing apart brick, only faster. He imagined Akane as a fox with three tails and a mischievous intelligence in her animal eyes.
Holding this image in his mind, directing the pulsing heat in his groin and of Tag’s and Akane’s arousal to make the image real, he entered Tag.
Chapter Eleven
A human lifetime, give or take a little. That was how long Akane had gone without a man inside her, since the last time she’d encountered a dual on the prowl and took a chance that he was strong enough to assuage her loneliness without suffering for it.
While she wouldn’t say the last time had been bad—after that long, any sexual attention from another sentient being was going to feel good—but that dual had been a bear, big and uncouth and rough around the edges even in his wordside form. Nothing to compare with graceful, playful Tag, who knew how to move his hips so his cock hit places deep inside her she’d forgotten existed, and who nipped at her breasts so wonderfully with a fox’s small, sharp teeth. Nothing to compare with elegant Paul. His cock was lodged inside Tag, and his hands were busy holding himself up, but his magic flowed over her and through her, arousing her spirit, teasing her heart as well as her clit and nipples.
He talked too. After centuries where her rare encounters had been with duals who might growl or roar, but couldn’t manage anything much more articulate during sex than, “Oh yeah, baby!” or “Please”, she’d almost forgotten the power of words spoken at the right time.
Paul had that power. “Lord and Lady, Tag, you’re so hot and tight around me. Your ass…I feel like the most powerful witch in the world because I’m lucky enough to be able to fuck your ass. Or get fucked by you. I hope he’s being good to you, Akane, because I know how talented my Tag is with his cock and his hands and his mouth.”
She shuddered, both at the dark, low stream of sexy words and at Tag’s tongue swirling over a just-bitten, delightfully tender nipple. Shuddered and clenched a little around Tag’s cock, remembering just in time that she needed to hold off her orgasm as long as possible and let her arousal build to power the magic.
Tag looked up at her with eyes now as dark as her own, eyes that would pass for human only to someone blind to the many species that appeared human but weren’t. He didn’t say a word, but he smiled and winked—then turned his attentions to her other nipple, all the while working his cock in and out. It felt so good and so right to lie with a fox-natured man—and to feel the weight of his husband pinning them both down only added to her arousal.
“Oh, yeah,” Paul said, “he’s doing you right. I can feel your pussy contracting around him, Akane. I don’t experience everything you and Tag do, and that’s probably a good thing because I’d never be able to control the magic if I did, but I can always sense a little of what Tag’s feeling. I have a phantom dick up my ass if I’m fucking him. I can feel lips on my cock while I suck him. That’s amazing enough, but now…oh, Akane, now I feel your hot, slick pussy gripping me at the same time his ass is. I feel your wetness and the little quivers as you fight off coming. I taste your skin when he licks you.”
She clenched again, his words searing through her. “I feel your magic, Paul. It touches me. When Tag’s beautiful cock pushes deep inside me, your magic rides with it, and they both…oh, they both… Ah, Inari!”
English failed her. She knew what she wanted to say in the archaic Japanese that was her first human tongue, that both Tag’s body and Paul’s magic chipped away at the dark, frozen place inside her, and little by little the boundaries of her mortal body softened and blurred. She was opening up. In a little while, she was sure, she’d be big enough to engulf both men, small enough to fit back into a fox’s trim body. Boundaries and walls wouldn’t matter again unless she chose to let them.
But the words wouldn’t come in English.
All she could do was open her mind, let down the barriers she had erected a millennium ago to protect sensitive mortals from the force of an immortal’s thoughts and emotions, and allow Paul and Tag to share with her.
As she did, sensations bombarded her, especially Tag’s, near overload in his wonderful, terrible place in the middle, his cock in a woman, his ass open to a man, a subject and an object simultaneously, conduit for magic he didn’t wield himself.
Sensations and emotions. Love and tenderness washed over her as surely as desire and need and, to her astonishment, not all that tenderness was between Paul and Tag. These mortals who loved each other with all the fierceness of their short-lived kind had room in their hearts for her. It wasn’t the same as their feelings for each other—how could it be after a mere few days’ acquaintance?—but they cared for her, and not merely as a pretty companion to share their bed.
The frozen black place inside her warmed and softened. For a second, fur took the place of smooth human skin, and a fox of human size lay beneath the two men. She slipped back to human form, but her spirit remembered the fox shape now, and she thought the cold tightness was almost ready to let go and release her magic.
Soon, dear Inari, father/mother, god of rice and foxes, let it be soon.
He keened, a noise neither human nor fox, yet purely sexual.
Blood teased her tongue. Akane screamed, orgasm so close she could taste it, freedom so close she could taste it inside the orgasm.
“Not yet.” Paul spoke through clenched teeth, obviously holding off his own climax through great effort. “The magic tells me what it needs and it needs something special. Can you take both of us inside your pussy, Akane?”
The notion bolted through her and almost pushed her over the edge. They were big men, well endowed, and her mortal body’s size and shape were fixed. It might hurt.
It might feel more wonderful than anything she’d ever experienced.
Besides, the way magic roiled and surged inside her, inklings of her own long-lost power as well as an ocean of Paul’s, there was no telling what she might be able to do.
“Yes,” she said, and again, “yes.”
A few minutes of fumbling while Paul cleaned himself with moistened tissues and the two men arranged her. They worked without speech, but speech didn’t seem necessary.
Tag lay on the bed, urged her wordlessly to mount his cock. Before he was halfway inside her, he pulled her forward against his chest. The smell of wild things embraced her.
Without being told, she reached behind her and used her hands to open the lips of her pussy. She willed herself open, imagined the boundaries of her body softening to take Paul’s cock inside her.
The room went dim and then bright. Her ears pricked up, twitched to catch a sound, and she almost wept, knowing those were proper fox ears at last after so many years of human ears that didn’t move. Tag reached up and stroked one. The touch was gentle, almost reverent, but it shot like an arrow to her clit.
“Hurry,” she urged. She wasn’t sure what language she spoke, but Paul understood.
“It’s a tight fit. Need to be gentle.”
“Don’t be.” To her wonder, Tag said it almost simultaneously with her.
“The magic…” A second’s excruciating hesitation. “No, the magic says you’re right.” Paul pushed inside her.
It hurt dully for a few heartbeats as her body adjusted to the extreme fullness. But then the discomfort transmuted to pleasure.
Gingerly, slowly, but enough to send surges of ecstasy through her body, the two men began to rock back and forth. They couldn’t thrust hard, crowded as they were, but it didn’t matter. The sensation stunned her.
Heat gathered in her belly and around her heart where the last stubborn, cold remnants of the curse lingered.
“Love you forever, Taggart Ross-Donovan.”
“Always.”
“And as for you, our lovely little kitsune, we are so blessed to have met you.”
“You’re blessed? You’re saving me.” For a wild instant, she wanted to believe he meant exactly what he said, and for an equally wild instant she feared it. She knew better, though. Humans might succumb to a kitsune’s glamour and become enamored, but these men, who knew exactly what she was and who loved each other so deeply, wouldn’t, not even if she had all her old powers back.
Neither would they fall truly in love with her. They liked her and cared about setting her free, but they had no room in their life for a wild creature, nor had she for them. At this second, Paul meant what he was saying, she had no doubt, and why wouldn’t he? Meeting her meant that he and his husband could act without shame on what must have been a long-standing but forbidden fantasy of enjoying a woman together. When you were in the grip of extraordinary sex, it felt like it should mean something bigger, something more.
It happened to kitsune as well as mortals. The letdown of realizing “love” was an illusion was the most common reason kitsune chose to fade. But she’d been strong all her long life, remembering words of love might mean nothing when you weren’t naked anymore, and with the help of Inari and the powers of the land, she’d stay strong this time.
Paul’s mouth traveled along the line of her shoulder, tender kisses interspersed with nips. They left a line of red, painless flame in their wake. She couldn’t see it, but she felt it. Paul’s magic, marking her in his own way.
Tag drew her down into a kiss that threatened to devour her. Teeth and tongue and his hands on her breasts.
Akane picked up echoes from both men, delighting in the doubled pleasure of a woman around him and a beloved cock snug against his. With all the lovers she’d taken over her centuries of life, she’d never before shared what they experienced. Then again, she’d always avoided magic-users. They saw through her tricks too easily and the trickery, back in the old days, was at least half the fun of a seduction.
She’d been missing out.
Something cracked inside her. Her magic leaked out, filling her with warmth and new hope. Akane breathed in the white, red, green and blue already swirling around the gazebo and breathed out a silver and orange cloud, filling it with her glamour. The rustic furniture and simple decorations changed to a chamber befitting a Japanese noblewoman of centuries before. Their discarded modern clothing morphed to a pile of multi-colored silk. Her hair lengthened, tangling both men in russet-streaked black. She didn’t mean to do any of this, but the magic, long-suppressed, wanted to play.
Abruptly, Tag pushed her away. Heartsick, she feared for a second he was angered by her glamour. Then she looked down and realized that the man below her was something between man and fox, furred and sharp-muzzled and beautiful as a wild creature, but still formed like a well-built human man.
Her pussy surged. He couldn’t kiss in this form, but oh, could he fuck! And his fur…never had she felt fur on her naked skin in this way, and it felt so right, though no more so than the naked human pressed against her back.
Apparently Paul was as turned on by Tag’s transformation as she was, because he gasped, “Oh Powers, Tag!” and stretched one hand to stroke the soft fur on his lover’s broad chest.
Tag shook his head, a little reluctantly, and directed the hand to Akane’s clit.
The power in the room shivered. “Are you ready for us, Akane?” Paul said, his voice faraway and gravelly. “The magic is. I know you can sense it.”
“Yes. Oh Inari and the ancestors, yes.” She was so very full—full of cock, full of magic, full of her true self ready to burst its bonds. She needed to explode.
“Then come for me. Tag, Akane, come with me!”
Paul roared. Tag yipped and yelped, his form wavering between fox and human.
Akane melted.
Literally melted.
One moment she was solid human flesh, enjoying one of the best moments solid flesh offered.
The next she was vapor, still feeling the two men inside a body that wasn’t there.
For an instant, she was a fox, but a three-tailed fox that could take two human cocks inside her, a fox nothing like a mortal fox.
Back to vapor.
And then back to a human seeming, but this time because she wanted to wear that shape at the moment.
Vapor could go anywhere, but it couldn’t cuddle. The fox body could run wild and Tag might enjoy a vixen’s company in his fox form, but sated, he’d settled back to the form of a handsome, red-haired man. In any case, Paul would probably prefer a woman.
Or maybe some hybrid of fox and woman, based on how he’d reacted to Tag’s half-shifted form, but that was for play. Right now they needed rest.
And sake and sushi.
Carelessly, she waved one hand and a sake set and three cups appeared on the little table. She knew it would be her favorite sort and at the perfect temperature—and while they might get pleasantly tipsy, the intoxication would fade as soon as they wished.
“Nice,” Paul said dreamily. Then he rolled off her, sat up and blinked. “You conjured that from thin air. We did it! Let me have a look at your aura.”
Every cell of her being felt his magic as he studied her, but he turned away in seconds, looking both excited and abashed. “I guess we did cure you. My witch-sight can scarcely focus on you because your magic’s so strong. Tag, can you feel it? She’s throbbing with power.”
“All I can feel right now,” Tag said, his voice a honeyed drawl, “is the man I love and a beautiful, sated woman, one on either side of me. That’s all the magic a fox from Tennessee needs.”
“Make that a beautiful kitsune with three tails,” Akane corrected, allowing her tails to appear in the physical realm.
Neither man tried to resist stroking them.
Or, from there, licking her to see if she tasted any different in her own form. This time, she didn’t have to hold back her orgasms or worry if the magic would work.
This time was all about her pleasure.
And, after they’d taken a break for sushi and sake, Tag and Paul’s pleasure.
No ritual, just sex and laughter as the damp Oregon night closed around them.
Chapter Twelve
They fell asleep at last, or rather, the men did. Akane had done far too much sleeping while stuck in a human body that required it. Tonight, she would roam the woods of the estate, enjoying the freedom of fox form. On land protected by a powerful witch family, she wouldn’t need to worry about cars or hunting humans, and her own magic would warn off creatures that might consider a fox prey.
She shifted effortlessly. It took only a thought for a kitsune, none of the awkward stages a dual’s more solid body must endure. The rain had stopped while they played and hazy moonlight pooled on the floor, illuminating their clothing, which had turned back to twenty-first century basics once she got her over-exuberant magic under control.
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