Foxes' Den

by Teresa Noelle Roberts

  “Come on, Auntie, don’t worry about silly stuff. Jocelyn’s got a lucky birthday—she’ll get double presents and she’ll think all the celebrations and lights are for her. The important thing is that Elissa and Jude and Rafe are happy together, and now they have a baby to love too. That matters more than stupid rules,” Siobhan said with thirteen-year-old confidence.

  Auntie Roz nodded. “Yes, Siobhan. Yes it does. I expect Josie will come back for a visit just to say I told you so.”

  The young girl wriggled in a happy little dance and high-fived the air. “Gran gets the last word again, even if she’s dead!”

  Smiling with a mouth that wasn’t there yet, Akane floated back toward Paul and Tag.

  It still wouldn’t be easy for the Donovans to accept her. She’d never have a cute monkey-child to win over stubborn relatives; kitsune were too fluid of form to conceive. Which was probably just as well. She enjoyed romping with young creatures, but she doubted she’d have the patience for nursing or dirty diapers. On the other hand, she didn’t care if they fully accepted her as long as they accepted that she made Paul and Tag happy.

  She popped back into physical form where they’d last seen her, only in a different outfit.

  A downright slinky outfit, tight amber satin that showed off her figure—and her tails—to best advantage.

  “First, I must apologize,” she said. “I was afraid. I did not want to cause trouble with you and your family, or to harm Paul’s magic, but I just overheard something about a baby with two dual fathers and a witch for a mother. If that child could come into the world, then the Powers do not frown upon Donovans who love more than one. It’s only custom that stands in our way, and the Powers put me—and Tag, for that matter—on earth to turn customs on their head. If you’re both ready for shaking things up, I should not be the one to shirk, because I love you both—and not just for saving me. I’d love to try to make a life together.”

  She held her breath. Tag’s wicked, sexy grin told her he had no problem at all with the proposition. Paul was the one she worried about.

  But Paul drew both Tag and Akane closer. “Even without a miracle baby, we outweird Elissa’s duo. Her husbands have only one tail apiece and can’t keep them in wordside form. Poor Elissa doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

  A great weight lifted off Akane’s heart. So light she had to remind herself to stay connected to the earth, she wrapped one tail around each man. But there was one more serious matter that needed to be discussed before she felt truly safe. “It concerns me still that you two are mortal and I am not. We shouldn’t have to worry about this for decades, but decades seem short when you’re as old as I am. And yet something else I heard gave me hope. Something about your grandmother Josie, Paul, and how she will be back to tease Roslyn and meet the new baby. Is the barrier between this world and the next so thin for witches?”

  “There’s no barrier other than habit.” To her surprise, it was Tag who answered. “This place is crawling with ghosts. Freaked me out when I first moved here and some twink from the 1800s popped in to scope me out while I was in the shower.”

  Paul chuckled, shaking his head. “I should warn Guillermo about him. Padraig never did find Mr. Right and he’s still looking. Yeah, Donovans don’t let being dead slow them down very much. We go to the Otherside, but we’ll come back whenever something’s interesting enough. And Akane,” Paul assured her, gently stroking from the curve of her back down her tail in a way that made it almost impossible to listen, “you’ll always be interesting enough. I’m not saying it will be easy when the time comes, but even death isn’t a final separation.”

  “I don’t know if I’ll be able to travel that easily,” Tag added. “Duals get to the Otherside and get so distracted by shiny objects and exciting new smells, we lose the way back. At least that’s what Paul’s mama says, and I figure she ought to know, seeing as she’s an expert on talking to the dead. But you could always come see us. Think how much confusion we could cause on the Otherside. That’s got to be a place that’s set in its way, with all those stiffs.”

  “But I…” She’d never thought of that. Kitsune, though immortal, were very much creatures of earth, fascinated by the mortal realm’s variety and beauty. “I am mostly energy,” she considered. “Inari, father/mother, can I do that? Travel between realms as I travel from one physical place to another?”

  She heard a distant chuffing, her divine parent laughing in his/her fox form. “Thousands and thousands of years my kitsune children have danced with mortals below earth’s moon—yet so few of you have figured out you are not bound to one plane any more than to one form, or that death need not separate you from your mortal lovers. Clever, clever girl, and clever, pretty mortals. You’ve chosen a challenging path, but you travel it together, and that will make it worthwhile. Be happy.”

  Something kissed her forehead, or maybe licked it with a fox’s tongue.

  She surged with energy and ran through all her forms in the wink of an eye, causing the men to jump back, startled yet laughing.

  “Yes,” she said, when she could speak again. “Yes, I’ll stay here with you. Not in this building always, but here, nearby, and if I need to go away on kitsune business, I’ll come back quick as thought afterward because I love you both.”

  “You,” Paul said solemnly, “talk far too much,” and stopped her babbling with a kiss.

  “Don’t worry, darlin’. Pretty Boy always says that to me too,” Tag drawled, reaching to cup Paul’s ass and Akane’s breast. “Except when I’m sayin’ it to him instead.”

  Impatient, Akane willed her clothes gone—and while she was at it, whisked the men’s onto a nearby chair.

  “I liked that outfit,” Paul said, not entirely convincingly.

  “I’ll wear it again sometime. In a year or so, when I feel like putting clothes back on. Hang on tight now. I’m not sure this will work.”

  She transported them into the next room, where the bed was. Powerful as she felt, she couldn’t have moved the two men farther than that—they weren’t small, and mortal flesh was dense. They landed in an awkward, giggling heap with a thud. Akane suspected the bed survived only because Paul had reinforced its wood frame with green magic.

  The inelegance didn’t matter. What mattered was the bed. The lovely big bed.

  Tag growled his approval.

  Chapter Twenty

  Caresses everywhere. Kisses and nips and bites. Akane couldn’t possibly keep track of whose hands, whose lips, whose teeth were where. She was having a hard enough time keeping track of which delicious male flesh she was touching, or, for that matter, where she ended and the men began. Boundaries broke down as soon as they were naked and intertwined. She was sure she didn’t have a cock of her own, but one pulsed—or was it two?—along with her clit, steely hard and yet so exquisitely sensitive that a fingernail running delicately up its length set all three of them shuddering with pleasure.

  She wasn’t the only one. When each man went to work on one of her crinkled nipples, sucking and nipping, she saw, through her haze of lust, that first Paul and then Tag touched his own chest wonderingly, as if they felt the weight and heat of pleasure-swollen breasts. She wanted to say something witty and poetic that expressed her awe at the way they could unravel everything together, including the distinction between male and female, mortal and immortal.

  Then Paul’s hand glided between her legs, and both men threw their legs over her, letting her feel the weight of their bodies, the hard, silky urgency of their cocks thrusting against her side in their eagerness to be snugged somewhere and fucking.

  So much for poetry that wasn’t the poetry of the flesh. She closed her eyes and surrendered to sensation, her own and theirs, until her body arched with ecstasy and she cried out in a language more ancient than anything human.

  As she did, Tag lifted his head from her nipple and snarled his own pleasure, a sound neither human nor fox, but something of both. Not a full release—in her current
heightened state, Akane would have been hyperaware of the rich odor of his come, its heat on her skin—but a strong wave of pleasure that triggered another in her.

  “What…” Paul’s voice was miles away, yet inside her skin. “Tag, Akane, I’m going to. I need to…”

  “Yes,” Tag said, an unfamiliar tone of command in his voice. He leaned across Akane’s body to kiss Paul. Akane opened her eyes on time to see Paul’s whole body stiffen and see his face distort with the beautiful pain of orgasm. Hot come splashed her skin.

  As Paul sank down to curl around her, momentarily overcome, Tag’s agile tongue licked every spatter of his husband’s juices off her skin.

  “The good news,” Paul said, his voice slurred and drunken, “is that while you two sexy foxes broke down my control for a minute, I am still a red witch and that means I recover quickly. If one of you would suck my cock…”

  “One of us? How about both of us? Tag, love, you’ll take turns with me, won’t you?”

  “Of course!”

  It was easy for Akane to reposition herself. She simply dematerialized and reformed where she needed to be, although the exclaimed, “Hey, what the fuck…” from Paul reminded her that even these extraordinary mortal lovers needed some time to adjust to her ways. Tag joined her a few seconds later by the more mundane method of slithering down the bed.

  Tag grabbed her hair, reeling her in for a fierce kiss, nipping at her lower lip and tongue. A possessive kiss, the kind meant to brand a woman’s senses with “Mine”—but flavored as it was with Paul’s come, it was more like “Ours”.

  Perfect.

  Akane whined deep in her throat and manifested sharp little vulpine fangs, nipping back until a hint of Tag’s blood mingled with Paul’s musky residue.

  Paul cleared his throat. “Hey…waiting here.”

  Balancing carefully, she wrapped one hand around Paul’s cock, which was still half-hard, or maybe getting hard again. She didn’t want to stop kissing Tag, but how could she resist this either when it pulsed beneath her touch?

  Silly kitsune, she told herself, there’s time for both. Time for everything. It wasn’t like that first greedy time, when they all thought they had only one chance to sate their mutual desire. Pulling away from Tag, but not too far, still close enough to be wrapped in his bright, foxy energy, she crouched down and morphed her fangs back to duller human teeth in preparation for taking Paul into her mouth.

  Tag nudged her, and a delicious, nasty image formed in her mind. She moved to Paul’s side, giving Tag access to Paul’s balls.

  A deep breath, and she pulled Paul’s tempting cock into her mouth. So good. So very good, because it seemed he hadn’t been too exhausted to fuck Tag last night and, though he’d showered since, her keen taste buds picked up a tempting hint of dark tang, nothing a human or even an ordinary dual could have tasted, but enough to make her own ass pucker and to fill her mind with lovely images.

  Meanwhile, Tag’s tongue swept over Paul’s balls, teased down the crack of his ass, then licked its way back up to the balls again. It was distracting, though wonderful, because Akane felt ghost-echoes flickering on her vulva, teasing her slick labia and down toward her anus, as she felt an echo of her own sucking on her swollen clit.

  “Oh, lovers, that’s so good,” Paul purred. “Akane, your mouth is so hot and the way your tongue’s swirling sets me on fire. Tag, you know what I like, how I like my balls licked and teased. The two of you work so well together. And I can tell you’re enjoying it too, because I feel Akane’s pussy getting slick and Tag’s cock getting harder. Do you want me to come in your mouth, Akane?”

  What a gentlemanly witch! She liked that in a man—except when the moment for politeness had passed, and she figured Paul would know when that was. Akane pulled back a little, keeping her hand on Paul’s dick. “No, love, I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me, all by yourself, because we haven’t done that yet.”

  “Powers, yes. It was such a tease when we both had our cocks in you. So tight and good, but I want you to myself…well, kind of. Tag needs to play too.”

  “Of course. And speaking of Tag, Tag needs a turn here if he’d like. What do you want now, Tag?”

  “You. Paul. Both. Yes.” It was clear Tag was struggling for human words, but a jumble of erotic images bled from Tag’s brain into Akane’s: of Tag’s cock in her pussy, her ass, Paul’s ass, both their mouths.

  “What does he want? Anything he can get, generally.” How Paul managed to keep talking when he was so aroused the room pulsed with his desire and the force of his red magic was beyond her. “But he won’t get your pussy, not this time. I want to…ooh, Tag!”

  She and Tag had switched places and Tag, not Akane, was now sucking away at Paul’s cock.

  Akane watched, too fascinated to do anything except absently stroke Paul’s thigh and Tag’s side as Tag took his husband’s cock deep into his mouth. He didn’t use his hands except to circle the very base of the shaft to steady it. Otherwise, it was all about his mouth and throat opening to Paul, and it was gloriously sexy to watch. Paul pumped his hips up to meet him, fucking Tag's mouth.

  Akane tasted Paul again, felt him deep in her throat—no, Tag’s throat—in that spot where it was almost too much and so became enough to make you soar on the pleasure you’re giving another.

  She didn’t know how Paul was holding out, despite his recent orgasm. She was ready to explode herself and, at the moment, no one was even touching her except the most casual contact.

  “No,” Paul moaned through gritted teeth. “Need to breathe.” He fisted Tag’s ponytail, pulled him for a hot, devouring kiss that didn’t look like it would do much to help his breathing.

  The two men rolled over, still kissing, moving with grace that made Akane ache. She wanted to be there, sandwiched between, the fulcrum of their desire for each as Tag had been their first time.

  It shouldn’t have surprised her that the men rolled apart long enough for Paul to say, “Is that what you want, Akane? Me in your pussy and Tag in your ass? I’d like that a lot, feeling Tag moving as I did with your body transmitting everything.”

  “Yes…” The word came out on a hiss.

  Tag wordlessly flashed her a fox-toothed grin and grabbed lube from the nightstand.

  She straddled Paul, rubbing the length of his spit-slick cock against her clit and dripping, honey-slick pussy. “The only problem with this position,” she said, “is that it’s hard to kiss you. I’m too short.” She could change that, but she liked this petite human shape—and it was clear the men liked it too.

  “Good thing I’m flexible.” Paul half sat up and brought his mouth to hers. Akane parted her lips, sucked on Paul’s tongue as it explored her mouth.

  Echoes again: his aching need to be inside her, the cool lube against Tag’s cock as he stroked it on and his reaction to the scent of her arousal and the thought of fucking a woman’s ass, a pleasure he’d enjoyed only rarely and thought never to have again.

  She knew that feeling, only it had been centuries for her. Even before her long years in human form, she’d not often found a man she’d trust with such intimacies. The last time might have been another fifty years prior to her disastrous decision to seduce Masao.

  Now the waiting was over. Perversely, though, she wanted to stretch it out a little longer.

  She swayed her body forward and back, moving along the length of Paul’s shaft in a tease for both of them. As she pushed back, she raised her ass and wiggled it tauntingly, then moved it away again before Tag could do more than spread a little lube onto her opening. Next time, she waited long enough to let Tag slide the tip of one finger in.

  She froze, opening to a pleasure of a different order from penetration in her pussy, darker and yet, at least with Tag involved, more playful.

  She wanted more. She wanted a lot more. Still, she supposed it was a good idea to take it slowly. Even her malleable body might need time to adjust after so long.

  And the
re was always the pleasure of teasing the men.

  She pushed back, taking a little more of Tag’s finger inside. He drew in a sharp, wordless breath. Her playful instinct told her to move away again, but that one finger felt so good she couldn’t bear to.

  “She’s tight, isn’t she? Even on your finger. I call tell from your eyes, Tag. I can sense it. And she’s so wet now, just dripping.” She ground against Paul, loving the sudden catch in his breath, the sensations spreading from her clit and her ass to meet in her soul. “Akane, when are you going to let me in?” Paul’s hands gripped her hips now, bruisingly hard, but he didn’t try to force her onto his cock.

  Good. That hint of forcing her to do what she wanted anyway would have its place some other time, but she had a plan.

  “I want both of you to enter me at once, so Tag, you need to hurry a little.”

  Paul let out a groan. “Powers, yes.”

  That was the moment she chose to sway forward, away from that delicious finger, toward the head of Paul’s cock.

  Then back again, this time lingering long enough for Tag to apply more lube and press his finger inside again. “Please,” she half demanded, half begged, “more.”

  Another finger, gently and slowly, entered her.

  So good. It burned a little, but the burning was good too. She wanted more. “Now, Tag,” she said. “I want your cock where your fingers are.”

  “Gotta go slow.” The strain in Tag’s voice told her he didn’t want to. “Tight. Don’t want to hurt you.”

  Oh, that was the hold-up? Fixing it would take more concentration than she wanted to spare, but it would be worth it.