Page 105 of Twinning and Sinning

“Babe, what are you doing?” My hand lined up around his cock, sinking onto it ever so slowly to feel his wide girth fill me. I sat down. “Holy Hades,” Dimitri’s hands gripped my ass. My body sucked in his erection, all while moving up and down. Dimitri had the perfect view of my ass, a bit of a different view that I am comfortable with, but this, this would make him feel special. It made me feel special, letting him see my huge ass in front of him.

Dimitri’s hands palmed my ass, gripping it, scratching, massaging. Several times he widened my ass cheeks only to groan and help me along my ride. I heard a wet pop from Dimitri. Looking around, I saw his thumb glisten with his spit. He pushed my cheeks apart. My heart flew up into my throat as he entered it into my puckered hole.

“Ahh!” I squealed delightedly. He moved in and out of it while I continued to pound my thick thighs up and down Dimitri’s cock. My orgasm had built. I threw my head back, my ass sticking out in full view for Dimitri. Gripping one ass cheek in his hand, he pushed his hips upward, meeting the last few pumps of my body.

“Mother of Zeus!” Dimitri yelled.

We are just going to call upon all the gods today, then.

Panting, I look behind me not only to see Dimitri recovering from his second orgasm, but Dax finishing pumping his cock as he sprayed his come all over his stomach in a nearby chair.

“The bounce of that ass, I just can’t get enough,” Dax breathed. “I’m next, right?” I giggled, still out of breath. My eye caught the window, a large branch near our bedroom had movement. It was small, but I could see a squirrel twitching his tail, climbing closer.

About to look away, the squirrel jumped closer, its eyes landed straightforward on me, tail froze in time. It rubbed its hands together, its mouth opening wide, growling fiercely. The once brown eyes of the rabid squirrel turned a deep red. It was gone in a blink of an eye, jumping off the branch running away. My eyes widened, leaning closer to the window, almost falling off the bed.

“You alright there, babe?” Dax pulled me from my thoughts and my pussy that was still on Dimitri’s still erect manhood. Nodding I looked at him with the still look of confusion. “What? Did you see something?”

“Squirrel?”

Chapter Fifty-Seven

UndertheMoon

Heavy breathing filtered into the room. His heart rate was fast, but not enough to match his breathing. Hope, and desperation, was the only thing keeping his two organ systems from crashing. Blood rushed to his ears, feeling like Niagara Falls pouring in an endless rage. Head tilted forward, staring into his lap, he felt his fate before a word left the animal’s maw. Tight ropes gripping him to the cold chair were enough indication that his time was limited, all because of his treacherous wife.

He gave her everything, the pearls around her neck, the beauty of their home, the clothes she wore, and all he asked was loyalty and heirs to his empire. It wasn’t just her looks he fell for; it was everything he was not. Savannah tried to instill peace within him, get him away from the darkness that he surrounded himself with, but his greed was too great. There was always one more deal, one more undercover rush to fill through his black veins. He wanted to conquer the western world because he was close. All of Europe was at his fingertips, next was America, and then soon half the world would lie in his hands. It all went to shit once he made that deal, the deal that would seal his fate this day.

Tight-furred fists slammed on the expensive mahogany desk. Dario Rinaldi, Don of the Italian Empire, flinched. The animal before him was known for being calm, calculating, and manipulative. He was always in control, always one or two steps ahead of the rest of the mafias, gangs and world leaders. This animal was around for centuries, seeing nations rise and fall in the blink of an eye, hell he may have been the one to dip his hands into those countries.

A growl rippled through the room. Only the faint drippings of the blood on Dario’s forehead could be heard as they hit the dark wood of the floor. Growls deep within the creature seeped through. The Bear bodyguards at his side were waving side to side in nervousness. Looking at one another, they stepped far back to the wall as they could, not daring to impede the wrath of one of the last Kitsunes in existence.

Kitsunes themselves were calm, but this one was anything but. All because through the eyes of one of the small forest creatures, he saw his property was tainted. A risk he did not see coming, a mistake he did not plan on having.

A velvet chuckle came from the harried beast, his body that of man, still covered in his luxurious white hair with the tips of tails of orange. His head was still the look of the fox he truly was, his ears twitched listening for any other sounds of the room.

One single claw extended from his pawed fingers, scratching deeply into the desk as he rounded it. The mayor of the town had expensive taste, even though the town was small and barely registered on the map. They filled the room with expensive things such as paintings, small head busts, and the many heads of animals he had hunted. After all, it was a hunting town. The Kitsune finally stood in front of the desk, staring up at the various animal heads on the wall, mumbling to himself, finally clasping his claws together with a clink of his rings.

The mayor was no longer to be found in his office. Now he lay dead in the frost for the past three days when the Kitsune finally found Dario. He wasn’t hard to find. He liked to play his games with those who owed him. Those who owed the great Kitsune suffered the most.

The town was completely captured, and businesses were no longer running. As soon as the Kitsune approached in his expensive cars, he let his small army of rogue shifters have their fun. Blood painted the streets. Screams could be heard for miles. Maybe Dario helped in one way, keeping his own set or rogues and his men surrounding the Red Wolves Pack so they couldn’t save the pathetic town, but it wasn’t enough. Not enough to pay for the many mistakes.

The Kitsune opened his mouth, then immediately closed it. Heat filled the room and remained deadly silent as he walked around Dario, still tied to the chair, barely breathing. The deep cuts in his arms, legs and torso had ruined the oriental carpet below and his stench from sitting in his own urine for days had come to fruition.

“Tell me, Dario,” the velvet voice began. It was slightly higher than one would think of an animal that could growl, but a Kitsune was no ordinary animal. He was highly intelligent, using his vocal cords to sound sweet and alluring. “How is it that it took you one full year to retrieve my possession that you lost?”

Dario knew better to answer. It was rhetorical. The day he called the infamous Kitsune to report that his supposed bride went missing, he knew he was in deep shit. Just one day prior to being delivered to him and he had lost her. Dario couldn’t understand why he would want his red-headed daughter. She was anything but beautiful to him. Seraphina is thickly built, unlike her mother, who was slender and the goddess herself. His other children listened to his every word, and obeyed him like they should. Their son was in New York, taking care of his affairs there. Their daughter married into the Russian mafia and listens to every word of the Russian Don. He had her primed to be the perfect wife and not only that, but they also actually loved each other. If only his third child would have listened and not caused so much trouble.

“I’m terribly sorry. It is my fault. I found her three months prior, but duties in Italy kept me away. I-I had her watched, however!” Dario stuttered like someone who he would normally torture. He had lost his dignity and was now being taught humility.

“Why was I not informed?” The Kitsune picked up a random artifact from the bookshelf, pretending to be infatuated it as he eyed the object. Dario shifted in his seat, still full of piss from the days of sitting in an empty office, to know of what sins he would pay for.

“There, there were complications. I couldn’t reach you.” Dario dared not tell him he lost the stone he was supposed to always carry with him. Running back and forth around the country, it must have slipped from his pocket, or worse yet someone could have stolen it from him from the many clubs he frequented while he waited for word on his supposed daughter’s whereabouts.

“You lost it,” The Kitsune whispered. “Do you know how rare those are?” The Kitsune dropped the artifact, its soft paws hitting the floor with no sound to be heard. The suit he wore over his human like body was pristine white, almost glowing against the darkness. If only he was the pleasant light of the room, but instead he was nothing but a facade.

Bending over, using the long length of his claw, he tipped Dario’s head upwards to meet the dark red eyes of the Kitsune. “I found it with some whore, some prostitute in New Orleans. I don’t think you really wanted to find your daughter at all, Mr. Rinaldi.” Dario shook his head violently. Fear struck his heart until his left arm went completely numb.

“You dragged your pathetic wife around, using her as a test subject for the chemical formulas and plans I had sent you. Then you go and screw a whore who stole from you. You, humans, are something else. No loyalty.”

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