Page 75 of Caught in the Devil’s Hand

“It saddens me you’ll be all his again after the ritual. I’ll have no excuse to touch you.” He tilted his head and leaned toward her, red hair spilling over his shoulder. “There are so many things I still want to do to you.”

“Oh my,” she whispered, bashful despite all she’d done right in front of him. “Rosuke, how do you do that?”

“Centuries of practice,” Vallen said, eyes closed.

Rosuke gave a lopsided smile and beckoned her. She took his outstretched hand, feeling again the calluses on his delicate fingers from his sword use, and stepped between his knees.

“I’ll remember this moment forever,” he vowed. “And not just the pleasure. You… You’re saving my life and my soul, Shumei.”

She swallowed, feeling pressured, and shrugged off her robe. Vallen still lay on his back catching his breath, and she set her scant clothing beside him.

Then she touched Rosuke’s chest, brushing aside long locks of his red hair. She pressed the pads of her thumbs against his nipples and rubbed in slow circles, watching his eyes darken. He made a sound so soft she hardly heard it, and his small nipples stiffened. With a gentle push on his shoulders, she urged him to put his hands back, and it put his chest at the perfect angle. Pressing close, she braced her hands by his and kissed his right nipple.

Rosuke sharply inhaled, whispered her name, then groaned as she tongued his nipple while staring at him. How could she look so innocent and so sexual at the same time? The silky skin of her stomach brushed against his cock, and the sensation made the room turn blurry. Then she molded her lips around his other nipple and sucked gently.

Jealousy churned in his gut even as he closed his eyes with delight, and he wasn’t even sure whom he was jealous of. Vallen, Shumei, or both? How he wanted every night to be like last night. The three of them intertwined on a wide bed. They could introduce Shumei to so many things, so many ways to feel. He and Vallen would bring her to multiple climaxes and then sleep with her tucked between them. He wished it could be the three of them, but Shumei and Vallen were deeply in love and it was too late even to think about intruding. They would have each other and he would be alone.

Such melancholy thoughts flew right out of his head, though, when Shumei touched his cock. Her warm hand, gentle but firm, squeezed with just the right pressure as she slowly rubbed up and down. He opened his eyes and bemoaned his blurry vision as she knelt on the floor. She pulled her mass of long hair over one shoulder, as if knowing he wanted to watch, then leaned into him, mouth open.

He couldn’t get any air into his lungs. His breaths came in shuddering gulps. When her lips and tongue touched him, he moaned louder and louder the farther she went down his shaft. He settled one hand on the back of her head as she pulled her lips back, sucking hard and nearly leaving him before gobbling him up again. Then she followed her mouth with her hand. He rolled his hips and hissed as every muscle in his body clenched so hard he shook.

“Oh dueling gods, this feels good,” he groaned.

He had wanted to hold out, to make this last as long as possible and remember it well, but now he wondered whether he could. She sucked faster, harder, and his face heated. He gritted his teeth and fisted his hand in her hair.

“My cock’s g-gonna melt.” He tried to slow her down with his hand in her hair. She coughed and wrapped her free hand around his wrist.

“Don’t choke her,” Vallen said.

Rosuke gasped at the soft, deep voice in his ear. He hadn’t even realized Vallen had sat up. Close enough for Rosuke to feel his body heat, Vallen watched everything Shumei was doing to him. By the dueling gods, his heart would rip itself in half.

“Put your hands back and let it come,” Vallen said in a serious tone.

Rosuke realized he had almost ruined everything. If Shumei wasn’t prepared to swallow, the spell would be wasted. So he nodded in understanding, leaned back on his hands, and let her dictate the pace. She licked her lips, smiled briefly, and then resumed.

“How does it feel?” Vallen whispered. Rosuke grunted, jerking his hips involuntarily. He couldn’t tell whether he liked her mouth or pussy better. He had loved giving her pleasure but damn did he also love receiving it. And how long had it been since he’d loved either? Years? Decades?

“How does it feel, Rosuke?” Vallen uttered. “Tell her.”

“Like she’s sucking out my soul,” he sobbed. He was going to explode. Burning heat coalesced and rose up his shaft. She paused, lips still wrapped around the head, and rapidly pumped his cock in her fist. “I’m c-com—”

He gave a choked roar as pleasure seized his voice. He wanted to press deep into her mouth but forced his ass to stay where it was, and twitched as each throb rolled through him. He came and came and came, hardly able to breathe. When the stranglehold on his throat ceased, he gave an agonized cry and slumped back with exhaustion.

Vallen watched as Shumei swallowed the ritual component with the most beautiful, determined look on her face, hand at the ready to make sure absolutely nothing spilled. She was gorgeous in the midst of all this sex and magic, so different from the first night he’d met her. Then she had been naïve and uncertain, if no less adventurous. Now she was provocative, confident.

Though he loved Rosuke like a brother, and though he knew yesterday and today had been necessary to save his life, jealously raged inside him. He wanted to rip Shumei away and prevent Rosuke from ever touching her again, or even looking at her. So he consoled himself with knowing that from tomorrow on, he alone would be responsible for her pleasure, and that her lust-glazed eyes would only ever be directed at him, her moans only ever because of him. From that night on, she would be his and he would be hers—and no one else’s.

Never again would he take another woman. Never again would he even want another. She owned him, mind, body, and even soul should the spell work. With the completion of the ritual, she would wash away his demonic taint, making her something close to a god. He would love her until the day he died.

Vallen held Rosuke’s hand as the redhead caught his breath. Shumei had risen to her feet, and the expression on her face… Something inside her had changed. She was growing more powerful with each passing second, as if her magic would unfurl endlessly.

They were nearing the end of the ritual. Having obtained the ritual component from both of them, the next step was two final kisses and an invocation in Mahou. Beyond that, no one knew what would happen precisely.

Shumei leaned toward him. She kissed him, tongue shyly touching his, and he eagerly responded. He expected to taste the musk of sex, but heat poured into his mouth. It slid down his throat like a breath of air in the Black Sands and settled as a pool of warmth in his stomach. It spread from there, and the farther it went, the sleepier he became.

“S-Shumei,” he whispered as she pulled her mouth away. He fell back on the altar, too weak to move. His eyelids felt heavy, and the last thing he saw was Rosuke reaching for his kiss.

Shumei rested her hand on Rosuke’s chest as she kissed him in the same manner as she had Vallen. It was happening, she could feel it. The magic was sparking. Its heat traveled from her mouth to his, and like Vallen, Rosuke fell away when she lifted her lips. They both looked so delicious lying there, naked and satisfied.