Masqued Tails

by Dawn Montgomery

  He brushed a thumb against her clit and she turned into a hellcat, moaning, arching, trying to do anything. The musky scent of her lust permeated the air. Shad wanted to bathe in it, absorb it, remember it forever.

  When did you become such a romantic, Kitsune? Shad ignored the mocking voice of his past lives and buried himself in the heat of the moment.

  He pressed his dick against her wet core, pulling his fingers out of her slick channel, and stroked the length of his dick, coating it in her hot juices.

  She stared like a woman starved at the dampened thickness of his cock. Hunger. Fire. He pressed his cock against her pussy. She pressed her head against the wall and begged, “Please, don’t tease anymore.”

  Her impassioned cry consumed him and he thrust deep within, driving her up against the wall with the first stroke. Her face twisted in pleasure. He pulled out, stroking back in with fierce ownership. Sweat dampened his brow. He thrust again, short, hard strokes with no mercy.

  She gasped his name. “Yes, just like that. Fuck me.” She cried out and he circled his hips, thankful for his tails’ counterbalance. “Yesss,” she hissed between her teeth and he thrust harder.

  Alaya’s desperate cries filled him with purpose. He needed to own her, possess her, protect her. Fuck her. Nothing existed but their bodies, the heat, the need. He pounded into her wet pussy until they both panted and dripped in sweat, until their legs trembled and ached.

  She whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut. She bit her lip to keep from crying out and Shad moaned, pressing his face against her bare neck. Their movements became short rotations of their hips. Fire consumed him, taking away his breath and giving it back in the cool gasps of hers.

  Her cries rose in desperation and he continued the steady pressure of his movements. She stiffened and gasped, shuddering around his dick.

  Fire erupted from his balls and he thrust deep, jetting his hot cum into her welcoming body. Their ragged breathing echoed in the hallway and they slowly lowered their bodies to standing positions, although the wall did the standing and they did more of the leaning.

  “How about we try getting to the bedroom, this time.” Alaya’s impish grin told him she was all right.

  He laughed. They were going to have so much fun.

  Chapter Eight

  They raced to her room laughing quietly, sneaking around like, well, like foxes. He didn’t realize they were at her door until she spun around to face him, one hand on the door’s handle and the other pulling him in close. He planted a hand beside her and leaned in for a quick, hot kiss.

  She rose onto the balls of her feet and wrapped both arms around his neck. He pushed open the door and they stumbled back into the room, undressing each other as they went. The whisper of her dress hitting the floor, the drop of his shoes against the wood, their harsh breaths. It was like music. His tails twitched in glee and the fox could feel that strange emotion burning his chest again.

  They fell back against the bed and she pressed kisses against his face, fingertips caressing his neck. He felt them move up and before he could stop her, she’d touched his ears. His fox ears. Touching through the illusion would break his body’s natural defenses. He never let any of the guests see his true self.

  The brush of her fingertips turned to a light rake across the sensitive area behind his ears and he moaned, grinding against her in automatic response.

  “Ahh, a weakness.” She chuckled against his chest and did it again.

  The smile on his face widened. She tugged the long rope holding the drapes back on the canopy and slipped it around his hands.

  Before he could blink, she had his wrists tied in an intricate pattern, one that had his cock stirring to attention. No small feat considering how soon after the first time it had been. “Aren’t you a woman of many talents?”

  She grinned. “I love tying knots.”

  “Now this” -- she tugged on the end of the rope, tightening it around his wrists -- “is easily escapable.” She held up another end and placed it against his palm. “Just tug here and it’ll loosen up.” She brushed her sweat-dampened hair back from her brow and gave him another one of those heart-stopping smiles.

  “Why tie me at all then?”

  She shivered delicately, closing her eyes in that hidden sensual way she had. He wanted to unlock her mystery, figure out why she did things like that. “Your hands are like magic.” She lifted his fingertips to her lips and let her eyes flutter open. He was hit with her smoldering gaze: like a siren’s call. “I can’t think when you touch me.” She caressed his hands.

  He couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his lips. “You are hard to resist, Alaya. But if I’m truly able to escape, where is the fun?”

  “Pretending to be trapped is much more fun than being trapped.”

  “There are some who’d disagree with you.”

  She touched his face with a brush of her fingertips. “If being tied up bothers you, I’ll take the rope off.” Concern darkened her Elfin face, turning her lips to a slight frown. “It’s only fun if we’re both enjoying it.”

  He raised an eyebrow and held out his wrists. “Does tying me up excite you?”

  The reaction was instantaneous. Her pulse raced, cheeks flushed with heat, and he could taste the cream of her excitement on the air. He inhaled her sweet and tangy fragrance with satisfaction. His cock thickened, precum dampening the tip.

  Her hand touched his cock and he shuddered in response. “Yes,” she breathed. Her eyes darkened to a shade he recognized as close to the edge.

  “Do you like the way my body looks at your mercy?” The throbbing of his cock begged for her attention.

  She grabbed the ropes and pulled him close. “You aren’t at my mercy, yet.” Her breath came in soft puffs of heat that only enhanced his sensory taste of her lust. Fingernails lightly raked against his length, drawing a hiss from his mouth before he could stop it. Damn, she was fun. He grinned.

  “I think you’d look just as lovely in ropes, sweetheart. And when all this is over, I’d like to introduce you to kinbaku.”

  “What does that mean?” Curiosity and trust. No true hesitation. How long since he’d experienced uninhibited pleasure?

  “It’s a Japanese form of rope bondage, what some call Shibari.” He caressed her wrist with a fingertip. “You would be gorgeous at my mercy.”

  Her eyes closed in quiet pleasure and his cock ached to fuck her senseless.

  “Lay back, Shad.” She pushed against his chest with a gentle touch. When her eyes opened, he could see the fire in her soul. It took his breath away.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He slowly lowered back onto the mattress, turning to the side to keep his tails from getting in the way. Until he got his pearl, he was stuck in his half-shift state.

  He obligingly put his hands above his head, giving her an unimpeded view. Raw appreciation heated her eyes and she smiled, wicked uninhibited pleasure.

  She ran her fingernails lightly down his stomach. His muscles bunched in response and he moved the tiniest bit to get her to press harder. She lowered her eyelids until all he could see were slits of mischief sparkling back at him. Her fingernails scraped harder against the area that curved under his hipbone. He jerked in surprise. That was a new spot.

  She ran one finger down the smooth line of his shaft, pressing ever so lightly against the vein under the skin. A round massaging motion began and he groaned, closing his eyes. What the hell was she doing to him?

  Her lips touched the head of his cock and he arched. Fire raced down his spine. Gods, she had talented lips.

  She wrapped her mouth around his shaft and sucked the head of his cock long and slow, moaning deep in her throat. He thrust lightly against her, grabbing the sheets above his head to keep from ripping off the rope and fucking her senseless.

  She opened her eyes and slid up his cock, swishing her tongue against the mushroomed head. Her lips traveled up his torso, kissing and nibbling her way. Shad didn’t move. He didn’
t want her to stop. Her hand stroked his cock and he arched, closing his eyes against the harsh pleasure flooding his dick. His thoughts scattered, leaving only a momentary muse. It had been a very long time since a woman had gotten his blood burning like this.

  She held his dick and rubbed her pussy against the length, teasing the head with the moist heat of her slit. She lowered her body, taking him just inside her pussy. They both moaned. He thrust and she gasped, slowly lowering the rest of the way.

  He rocked against her and she braced against his chest, letting her hair fall against her brow. She rotated her hips and arched her back, setting an intense pace that was going to have him losing control before he was ready.

  He jerked the loose end of the rope and it fell away from his wrists. He hooked one of her pale limbs and rolled them over, jerking her arms above her head.

  Passion flushed her cheeks a lovely shade of pink and he nipped at her chin.

  He started a pace of his own, alternately stroking short then long, driving her insane with each movement. She arched against him, riding the heat and begging with a whiskey voice. He buried his nose against her neck, inhaling the woodsy fragrance unique to Alaya.

  The sweet heat of her pussy clamped hard and he bit her shoulder to keep control. She gasped and the heady perfume of her cum filled his nostrils. He slowed down to an easy stroke, letting her get her breath back. His tongue laved against the soft marks his teeth had left in her tender flesh.

  He pulled out and rolled her over, running his fingernails lightly down her back. She arched off the bed and he spread her ass wide, pressing the head of his cock against her still dripping slit. She pressed back and he pushed slowly into her, letting the new sensation of this position roll over them both.

  He loved the way her back curved enticingly, how her hips swelled perfectly for his hands to hold and caress. “Your pussy’s so hot, Alaya.”

  She moaned in response. He withdrew slightly, and teased her with his fingers. “You’re so wet for me.”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He rotated his hips and she gasped, dropping down onto her forearms. He pulled back and pushed deep into her welcoming heat.

  She thrust back against him and he grinned. He grabbed hold of her hips and set an intense pace. She moaned and cried out, trying to move, but unable to stop his passionate onslaught. She came again, crying his name. Fire tightened his balls and he thrust hard, coming deep inside her until they both collapsed on the bed. He pulled her back against his stomach and breathed in her satisfied scent, content to just be.

  She was dangerous, but he’d be damned if his body didn’t care.

  Chapter Nine

  Shad stared at the sleeping human beside him with possessive need burning in his stomach. His soul was already damned for eternity, spelled in this mansion until the binding spells unraveled. Devonshire had built the first seal in the foundation of the building and Shad had no power over the earth. The bastard would never touch Alaya. Redemption and freedom be damned.

  He twisted a strand of her long hair around a finger, tugging it close and whispering soft words of magick. The first seal, tying them together for the duration. It would make her escape easier if Devonshire thought she was trapped.

  Magick rolled around her, refusing to settle within. Shad furrowed his brow and pushed.

  Slap!

  Power slammed against his chest with enough force to drive him off the bed. Before he could blink he was on his ass. He glared at the ceiling and quietly cursed through the pain and embarrassment. It took a moment to check his body for burns or residual indicators of backfire. Too long in human skin. The essence that made him a Kitsune was dying. Slowly. That had taken all of two seconds. She was some witch.

  Sneezes started coming from the bed and he looked up.

  A gorgeously disheveled Alaya leaned over the mattress to glare at him.

  “Achoo!” She sneezed again, covering her mouth with her hand. “What did you just do?”

  He said nothing.

  “Look.” She crawled out of bed, dragging the sheet with her, yanking on it when a part of it stuck under the mattress.

  Should I tell her how sexy she looks when she moves like that? A glare from her, daring him to laugh, warned him to keep his mouth shut. A compliment might just make things worse.

  She wrapped the sheet around her in some semblance of order and plopped down on the carpet next to him. “I might not be some kind of magickal genius, but I know when spells have been cast on me.”

  She leaned in and inhaled. A violent sneeze erupted immediately.

  “Bless you.”

  “Thank you. And that’s what I mean. Every time magick is cast on me I sneeze.”

  “You’re allergic to magick?”

  “No!” It was inhuman how quickly her back straightened. She slumped. “Maybe.”

  “What does maybe mean, exactly?” Shad still didn’t move. He couldn’t. His body hurt like it had during his last attempted escape.

  “Look” -- she brushed a strand of hair from his face -- “I’m kind of immune to magick.” She grabbed his arm and helped him to his feet. Pain echoed in a dull throb through his muscles.

  “No one’s immune to magick.”

  “I am.”

  His tails swished and brushed against her back. “Please, can you stop with the animatronics? It’s cool that you’ve got this Kitsune thing down to a T, but enough’s enough.”

  The breath left his body with a whoosh. Ice filled his veins. “Tails?”

  She narrowed her eyes. “I’ve seen you naked. Do I want to know where you’ve hidden the controls or is it muscle movement?”

  “What else do you see?” No human should be able to see outside his illusions, illusions as natural to his kind as breathing.

  “Cute ears and the tails. Furry and soft, like I imagine a fox would be.”

  So she had touched his ear when they had sex.

  She shrugged a shoulder and turned, pulling the sheet with her. Her cheeks turned a becoming shade of red. “Let me get you a sheet or something.”

  He crossed his arms. “For what?”

  “To cover yourself, of course.”

  He looked down and rocked back on his heels. “I’m comfortable naked, thank you. Answer me this, how long have you known I had tails and ears?”

  “I know you’re this master illusionist.” Tension jerked her back to ramrod straight, tightening the muscles enticingly across her torso. “I wish I could tell you how wonderful your work is.” She turned just a bit so he could see her profile. “I can’t see illusions. I was born null. My grandmother called me a void, a nothing.” Her voice cracked on the last word and it tugged something close to compassion in his heart. Too long as a human or not, her pain undid him.

  Sadness etched her features and he moved forward, wrapping her wordlessly in his arms. She held him close. A shiver shook through her back and he put his chin on her head, swaying them both quietly. Crying and sadness he understood. Null, not so much.

  “My illusions are nothing special.”

  She sniffed quietly, patting her eyes with the sheet. “You don’t mind that I can’t see them?”

  “Mind? I actually find it kind of refreshing.”

  She hadn’t been interested in the image he portrayed of himself, but the natural body of a Kitsune. Interesting…

  By the shrug of her shoulders, he could tell she didn’t believe him. He held her tighter and he brought his lips close to her ear. “What if I told you my tails were real?” He rubbed them against her arm.

  She turned her face toward his and stared at a point on his chest. “How is that possible?”

  “If magick is real, why wouldn’t magickal creatures be real as well?”

  “I’ve never seen them before.”

  “Most shifters appear normal because that is what they look like in their human forms.” He wrapped his tails around her and she hesitantly touched the fur. He closed his eyes. Her tentative caress
dug into the fur and scraped against the rarely touched skin beneath. He moaned. “This is my human form. Different from you, but the same.”

  She turned in his arms and reached up, letting the sheet fall so she could touch his ears. He froze, unsure if he wanted to run or let her explore forever. Her fingertips slipped into the silk of his hair and lightly scraped. He closed his eyes in ecstasy.

  “Not so different,” she whispered.

  He took her lips in a fevered kiss. She moaned against his lips, swiping her tongue against his in soft teasing caresses.

  Shad pulled from her tempting mouth and nuzzled her cheek. She arched her neck, giving him more access, and he brushed his lips against the rapid staccato of her pulse pounding against the lily white skin.

  He brushed the pad of his thumb against her nipple, rumbling his approval when it peaked under his touch. “So responsive.”

  A nervous laugh left her lips and he squeezed the full mound, twisting the tip of her nipple until she groaned. The heat of her skin perfumed the air with its tangy scent, making him want to roll in it until she marked every inch of his body. He nipped at her neck and she dug into his biceps with hard fingernails.

  She slid her nails up his arms and across the back of his shoulders. He kissed her breast with tenderness, careful to not tear into the delicate skin. His tongue darted out to taste the tip of her nipple. She slipped her fingernails up the back of his neck and he shuddered under her touch. His well-used cock thickened, ready to fuck her again. It was like he could never get enough. Just one more taste, one more touch and he was gone again.

  She panted quietly at his artful teasing, alternately pulling his hair and scraping her fingernails lightly against his scalp. He slid a hand between them and slipped a finger against the moist slit of her pussy. She rocked against his touch and he pushed two digits in, rotating against the constricting walls of her pussy. Gods, she was tight. He tugged on her nipple and she clenched his hair in her fists. He stroked deep and she gasped, making soft mewing noises that sounded so familiar.