“Fuck,” I cursed at the scene unfolding before me, my dick straining against my thigh.
“James,” Calla called as I looked at her. “It’s a meal for two.”
As I walked over, Calla reached for my hand, drawing me in until we were both standing over Amiyah. Her voice dropped to a whisper that brushed my ear.
“Watch me. Then help me.”
The words weren’t an order as much as an invitation. The tension between us wasn’t just lust, it was trust, every breath, every glance, a wordless conversation about want and power and belonging.
I shed my clothes, my rock-hard dick throbbing as it sprang free. Calla’s hand snaked out, grabbing my shaft, smearing the precum that oozed from the tip, across the head of my dick, her eyes never leaving mine as she licked her fingers.
“On your knees, James,” she commanded, her voice a sultry whisper. “It’s time to eat.”
I complied, kneeling beside the table, my eyes level with Amiyah’s glistening pussy. Calla sat in the chair beside me as her hand guided my head to its destination. I could smell her arousal, leaving me intoxicated. My tongue darted out, tasting her sweet nectar. Amiyah moaned, her hips bucking against my face as Calla pushed two fingers inside her.
Calla joined me as she got on her knees, entangling her tongue with mine as we licked, sucked, and tongue fucked Amiyah until she was crying out, gushing out, and writhing against the table and our tongues.
Coming down from her orgasm, she eased off the table and made her way to the bathroom to clean up the mess she’d made and test the fit of her costume.
Calla leaned close enough for her perfume to hit me full force: amber, smoke, a seductive hint of danger. “You’re smiling,” she said softly.
“Can’t help it,” I admitted. “This feels good.”
She tilted her head, lips curving into something that wasn’t quite a smile but definitely wasn’t neutral. “It does, doesn’t it?”
Before I could answer, Amiyah’s voice called from behind the bathroom door, “Okay! Don’t freak out, but I look hot as fuck!”
I exchanged a look with Calla. Her lips twitched. “Oh, I believe her,” she murmured.
I knew then, Comic Con hadn’t even started yet, but I was in deep trouble.
If heaven had a convention badge, it would look like this.
Comic-Con.
New York City.
And I was walking through it flanked by Lady Tsunade and Kakashi Hatake like some kind of fever dream.
Everywhere I looked, there were people in costume, cosplayers posing for photos, kids with foam swords, grown adults arguing about the best anime arcs. It was chaotic, loud, and perfect. But what got me most wasn’t the crowd; it was them.
Calla looked unreal.
Her blonde wig was styled flawlessly, the Hokage robe flowing behind her like she’d stepped straight out of the Hidden Leaf Village and onto a runway. The emerald pendant resting above her cleavage shimmered every time she moved, and people kept stopping to tell her how incredible she looked. She accepted every compliment with a small, confident smile, the kind of smile that made cameras click faster.
And James, God help me, James made Kakashi look better than Kakashi. The tactical vest fit his broad frame too well, the dark mask somehow making him even more magnetic. Every time someone asked for a photo, he’d give that lazy, half-smirk from behind the fabric, eyes filled with quiet amusement. He looked dangerous and amused all at once, and I caught at least three women sighing after him as we walked, one even whispering, “He can do whatever jutsu he wants to me.”
I don’t think I stopped smiling the entire morning.
Every time someone stopped us, I caught myself watching the way they looked at Calla and James, like we were some trio out of a fantasy. And in a way, we were. They weren’t just here; they were in it with me. They’d flown me here on a private jet, booked the Aman like it was no big deal, and then dressed up in the same world I loved just because it was a dream of mine to do this at least once in my life.
Every little gesture screamed: you matter.
I don’t think I’d ever felt so seen and desired.
When someone yelled, “Lady Tsunade, you’re amazing!” Calla turned toward me, that proud, teasing grin curving her lips. “You hear that, Hinata? Looks like I outranked you in the anime world.”
I laughed, bumping her shoulder. “You’re impossible.”
