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The tails sank beneath the surface.

And suddenly those wet tails began to slide along my calves, up my thighs. They were soft as velvet and warm as the spring.

One tail curled around my waist. Another wound up my ribs and stroked the underside of my breast, slow and lazy, until the tip brushed my nipple.

I gasped.

Two more tails slipped between my legs.

Teasing.

Parting.

Gliding back and forth over my pussy in a rhythm that had my hips rocking before my brain could catch up.

Lord, have mercy.

Eight tails.

Everywhere.

Touching me all at once.

My head fell back. "Oh, God. I’m never going to let you put that fang on again.”

“Mmmm.” He nipped at my lips. “You like them, little witch?”

“I do.” Trembling, I grabbed the tail between my thighs and stilled it. “But. . .”

He raised his eyebrows. “Yes?”

“Finish the story.”

He frowned.

“I’m starting to see that kitsune are wicked creatures.”

“Some would call us tricksters.”

“I can see that too.” I held the tail in place. “Come on, Yoichi. Tell me the end.”

His voice grew heavier. “Inari was furious. I was made by Inari’s hand. And I used Inari’s gift to destroy two bloodlines the gods had favored.”

The black hands traveled along his forearm. “The other gods wanted to kill me, but luckily. . .Inari favored me too.”

I smiled.

“So my sentence was to guard the Sato and Matsumoto lines for the rest of my existence. No matter what, I am to protect them from ruin. Inari declared it, left, and these hands appeared.” He exhaled. “And now. . .that’s what I do.”

“That sounds like an insane amount of work.”

“It was because each bloodline had fled due to all the shogun’s bloodshed. But after a century, I got each generation back into the same cities.”

“How do you even guard a bloodline?”

“Pick the most important of that generation and remain beside them. That one keeps the others in line whether he or she understands it or not.”

I stared at him, fully fascinated.