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Annie

Ben told me to stay on the couch no matter what I hear in the bedroom.

It does not take me very long to understand why, and I cannot help but smile.

Poor Theo has not been able to fully participate in bedroom, shower, or car ‘activities’ with us, so I am more than happy to give them their time together.

However, it is difficult to listen to the noises they make without becoming aroused.

I try to focus on the film I am watching, about a police officer who disguises herself as a beauty queen, but it becomes impossible when I hear Ben moaning Theo’s name.

As quietly as I can, I pause the film and push Rex off my lap, then lie back on the couch and slide my hand down my own stomach, into my shorts.

The insides of my thighs are already slick from listening to them, so I press down and move my fingers in slow circles over my clit, trying to imagine what they look like tangled up in each other that way.

As the pressure inside me builds, I am almost tempted to sneak down the hall and watch, but I need release so badly, I am not sure I can move.

Instead, I close my eyes and tip my head back, focusing on the sound of Ben’s voice.

His rasping groans and sharp cries. The way he spits Theo’s name out–as if he cannot possibly say it enough times–as if he will crumble if he stops.

I hear Theo too, his tone slightly higher, with a hint of surprise behind it, his breaths coming in bursts of effort that keep time with the sound of skin hitting skin.

I push my own body harder, clenching every muscle and sliding my other fingers into my so aking wet pussy, desperately searching for relief, but it is not enough.

I need more, and I know there is only one way I can get it.

Reaching deep inside with my magic, I coax the long tail from my body.

The end is capped with its usual deadly spike, but I can use my shadows to shift it into any form I like.

It is so dark I can hardly see, but it does not need to be perfect.

Visualizing both their cocks in my mind, imagining the way they fill me so perfectly, I run my fingers over the tip of my tail and shape it into a rough approximation of what I need.

Their voices continue echoing down the hall, but I can tell Theo is almost at his limit, so I reach down and pull my shorts aside.

Using two fingers to spread myself, I slowly slip the newly reformed tail inside me.

It is certainly not a replacement for either of the men in the other room, but I have to turn my head and clamp my teeth down on a blanket just to keep from crying out at how good it does feel.

I begin slowly, pulling it nearly all the way out, coating it with my wetness, then sliding it back in.

The feeling of being stretched, combined with the sensation of my own inner walls squeezing around the sensitive tip of my tail, is completely and overwhelmingly delicious.

I adjust the shape and size of it as I move, hitting every single spot that sends me reeling.

As Theo and Ben’s voices build in the other room, so does my speed, until I am moaning their names into the blanket I keep clenched between my teeth.

My hips lift completely off the couch while my fingers continue to circle my clit and my left hand clutches the blanket.

Theo cries out Ben’s name when he comes, and I cannot help but do the same.

Ben continues to moan and his voice, combined with the near-frantic movements of my own tail, finally push me over the edge.

When the orgasm hits, my back arches painfully, and I accidentally rip the blanket with my claws and fangs, which have emerged without my bidding.

I feel as though I am suspended in midair for a few moments, ragged breaths tearing from my throat, and then I fall.

As I come down, I drop my legs open and continue to lazily fuck myself with the tip of my tail, reveling in the tiny aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my core.

In a complete haze, I am not sure how long I lie there, but my eyes snap open when I hear a hushed voice behind me.

“ Annie! ” I tilt my head back to see Ben staring at me, shock and amusement both painted on his face.

He runs his eyes over my trembling body, lingering on the tip of my tail.

I withdraw it, dripping wet, and use it to tease my pussy, angling myself so that he can see exactly what I have been doing without him.

“You told me to remain on the couch,” I tell him coyly, “but I could hear everything, and I was…desperate.”

“I’ll say,” Ben mutters. “You’ve been holding out on me though. I didn’t know you could…make it look like that .” A devilish grin crosses his face, and I return it.

“So…I am not in trouble?” I ask, arching my back so my breasts are on full display beneath the paper-thin shirt.

Ben comes around and crouches beside me, then runs one hand through my hair and the other over my breasts, pinching my nipples through the fabric.

He is shirtless, with loose shorts on, beads of sweat still clinging to the dark hair on his chest. I have the sudden, strange urge to lean forward and lick it off of him.

“Give me that tail first, and then I’ll decide,” he orders.

“I could not help myself. Your voices…the noises you were making. I wanted to come in and watch.”

“Maybe next time, if you’re a good girl.”

“Maybe next time, I could be the one who–”

“Annie,” Ben interjects, raising his eyebrows, “just gimme the damn tail.” I playfully wave it in front of his face, teasing him by grazing the wet tip along his lips.

He snatches it before I can move away, however, and pulls it up to his mouth.

Gently, I slide it inside and over his tongue, causing his eyes to roll back in his head as he tastes my pleasure.

“So fucking good, mi amor ,” he whispers.

“And I have some…ideas for what we could do with this next time.” I suck in a sharp breath and grin at the thought of it.

Ben stands and pulls me up, then threads his fingers into my hair and kisses me.

I lean into him, relying on his steadiness and strength to keep me upright, since my legs are still shaking slightly.

“Where is Theo?” I ask.

“Shower,” Ben says, jerking his head toward the bathroom, where I can hear the water running. “I need one too. Come on. Keep the tail out.” Theo grins when he sees me, but it falters when he notices the tail. At least I have returned the tip to a blunted taper.

“I thought you were asleep, sweetheart,” he says. Ben strips his shorts off and steps into the shower, then murmurs something to him. Theo’s eyes and smile both widen when he looks back at me. “ Naughty , Annie. Resourceful though.”

Ben beckons me into the shower with them, but I ask Theo, “Will you be alright?”

His eyes soften and he nods. “I’ll be fine. Maybe…get rid of the tail though? It’s a little cramped in here already.”

I wave my hand to make my clothing–and the tail–disappear, then step into the stream of hot water.

It is a tight squeeze with all three of us, but I do not think anyone minds.

Theo is in a better mood than I have seen him since I arrived, his cheeks flushed and blue eyes bright as Ben runs a soapy washcloth over his body.

Warmth blooms in my chest, but I try to shove it down.

It is only a few more days until Ben’s friend arrives to attempt another exorcism, and I do not know what will happen then.

I ought to enjoy this life, and these two sweet men, while I can.

I ought to be enjoying the human emotions that will likely be stripped from me when I return to the Seventh Tower.

But I watch the way they laugh and talk and touch each other, and I wonder if they will forget me once I am gone.

Will they be sad for a few months, mourning the life we might have had together, then move on?

Humans are a remarkably resilient species, capable of withstanding unfathomable trauma.

Just how deep will my absence cut them? They will still have one another.

Losing me will not tear the two of them apart, I can see that now, but it only makes my despair more overwhelming.

My sole consolation is that, without me, they will both be safe from Annoth.

There will be no threat hanging over their heads, no lies to tell their families, no need for Theo to keep his emotions in check.

Their lives will be simpler, and I cannot stand the thought of it.

A deep well of anger bubbles up inside me and tears prick my eyes.

Ben is focused on washing his own body now, but Theo seems to notice my distress and touches my elbow.

“Annie?” he says softly. I quickly turn toward the stream of water and put my face beneath it, pretending to clean myself.

“Will you wash my back?” I ask him.

“Sure.” He picks up the washcloth, then squeezes soap onto it. Ben moves past us and stands in front of me, rinsing himself off and splashing me playfully.

“You alright, mi amor ?” he asks when he notices that I am not responding how I normally might.

“I am ready for bed,” I tell him with a faint smile.

“God, I know,” he laughs. “You two finish up, I’m gonna go change the sheets.” He kisses my cheek and exits the shower. Once he is gone, Theo collects my long hair and moves it over my shoulder.

“You can tell me the truth, Annie,” he says after a few moments. “Ben’s the sweetest, but he’s a bit clueless. I know something’s bothering you.”

I sigh deeply, letting my body sag. “I am afraid.”

“Of what might happen with this exorcism?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry,” Theo murmurs. “I wish…I wish there was another way, but Ben hasn’t found anything, and if we’re being honest, I just don’t know about his theory. You and her…splitting apart, physically. I hope it’s true. I hope it works. I don ’t want to lose you.”