{Vira}
The morning dragged like a drunk being thrown out of the bar. Vira lounged in her bed, watching dust motes dance in the sunlight and wondering when exactly her life had started revolving around silver hair and cocky grins.
[This is getting pathetic,] she thought. [Can't even enjoy a proper sulk anymore unless she's around to make it interesting.]
The sound of movent from the other room caught her attention. She checked and, sure enough, it was Koros, getting ready to leave. She caught a glimpse of his bare torso as he reached for his shirt – all lean muscle and old scars.
"You're really going through with this kitsune thing?" she asked, not bothering to hide her disapproval.
"Already told you we are." He pulled the shirt on, covering marks from fights she wished he'd never gotten into. "Just scouting today. The real fun starts later this week."
"Since when is any of this 'fun'?" Vira sat up fully, sheets pooling around her waist.
"Since we stopped going after random targets." He turned to face her, that familiar intensity burning in his eyes. "The Sumrs know lisa Blackfla, sohow, that fucking traitor. So, we're gonna hit 'em. Show them we're not afraid of the humans' pet nim mage."
Vira rolled her eyes.
She hadn't ntioned this particular plan to lanie yesterday. No point getting the new recruit involved in sothing this stupid. Going after the Blackflas' kitsune friends or whatever? Might as well paint targets on their backs and send lisa Blackfla an invitation.
[Or, well... Maybe that Blackfla girl is actually just that disconnected,] Vira thought. [Probably doesn't even give a shit if her friends get burned alive or whatever. Too busy having fun with humans.]
"What if that Blackfla bitch shows up?" Vira pushed herself up on her elbows. "I heard she can turn people inside out with magic. That she once made a Shadow Mage's blood boil in his veins."
"She'll be at the academy," Koros scoffed, "playing nice with humans like a good little pet. By the ti she hears about it, we'll be long gone."
Maybe that was reasonable, but for so reason, Vira did not like this at all.
"You're getting cocky."
"And you're getting soft." He stepped closer to the bed. "What happened to my fierce little sister? The one who used to talk about burning it all down?"
"I grew up," Vira snapped. "Maybe you should try it."
[Sure,] she thought. [Because your plans always work out exactly like you think they will.]
But arguing was pointless. Her brother had that look in his eyes, the one that ant he'd already committed to whatever dumb shit he'd decided to do.
So she did what she always did when words failed – grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him down for a kiss that was more teeth than tongue. His hands found her breasts imdiately, rough and familiar.
[At least,] she thought as he pushed her back onto the bed, [if this all goes wrong, I can say I told you so.]
Those clothes Koros had just been putting on hit the floor.
Just another morning of angry fucking before he went off to probably get himself killed.
"Hurry up," she growled against his mouth. "So of us have actual jobs to get to," she said as he stroked himself.
His laugh was swallowed by her gasp as he thrust into her, hard and deep. No foreplay, no tenderness – just raw need. As usual.
[Maybe,] she thought hazily as he fucked her into the mattress, [I should warn lanie about what's coming.]
But that thought disappeared under waves of pleasure as Koros reminded her why she could never quite stay mad at him.
Assuming, of course, there was enough of him left to be mad at after this latest brilliant plan of his.
---
{Isabella}
The professor droned on about magical theory, and Isabella's ass was going numb from sitting in an actual chair like so kind of peasant. She shifted uncomfortably, missing the familiar warmth of lisa's lap and the occasional sneaky fingers that would slip under her skirt during particularly boring lectures.
[GODS, I miss my purple babe so much,] she thought, pouting. The professor seed to think she was annoyed at him and he sort of shifted uncomfortably before going back to his class. [And Armia too. At least when she's here, I can pull her into the bathroom and take so darian dick up the ass for a bit. She's sowhere else too, though! Ugh.]
She glanced at Raven, who was dutifully taking notes with all the personality of a particularly dedicated rock. The forr assassin hadn't even looked up when Isabella had "accidentally" dropped her quill three tis. The audacity!
"Hey," Isabella whispered, poking Raven with her tail.
"Hm?"
Isabella put on her best, "wanna fuck?" face.
"Want to do sothing fun after class?"
"No," Raven replied without looking up, her quill never stopping its dance across the parchnt.
[Seriously? Not even a hint of interest?] Isabella slumped in her chair. [I bet she wouldn't even notice if I stripped naked right now.]
Well, if sex wouldn't work...
"We could practice spells?" she tried again.
"Studying."
"Get lunch?"
"Working."
Isabella's ears drooped.
Here she was, a certified magical genius with a cock ga that could make angels weep, reduced to basically talking to herself while Raven pretended to be a statue.
[Maybe I should've gone into business full-ti instead of staying in school,] she mused, thinking about her wand orders piling up on her desk, back ho. [At least my custors appreciate . And my inventory.]
The clock ticked by with all the speed of a paralyzed snail.
[Note to self: Next ti lisa wants to play undercover spy, remind her that her absence is literally killing . Death by boredom has to count as negligent homicide, right?]
---
The walk ho from the academy usually gave Isabella ti to daydream about all the fucking she wasn't getting done during class, but today sothing caught her eye.
A hooded figure ducking between buildings.
[Well, that's not suspicious at all,] she thought, her ears perking up. [Just soone casually casing my house while trying to look like the world's most obvious spy.]
The figure was doing that thing amateurs did where they tried so hard to look casual that they might as well have been wearing a sign saying "DEFINITELY UP TO SOTHING." As Isabella got closer, she caught a glimpse of purple skin beneath the hood.
[A nim? Seriously?] Her tail bristled. [Okay, either this is lisa being the world's worst spy, or...]
The figure bolted the mont Isabella rounded the corner, disappearing into the evening crowd with surprising speed.
[... or soone's about to learn why fucking with the Sumrs is a terrible idea,] she thought.
Inside, she found her mother and Margaret sprawled on the couch, looking thoroughly debauched. Judging by the state of their clothes and the familiar scent in the air, they'd just finished one of their legendary "afternoon tea" sessions.
[At least soone's getting laid,] Isabella thought, dramatically throwing herself across both their laps.
"Bella?" Kimiko's brows shot up.
"Sweetie, what's going on?" Margaret asked.
"My life is terrible," she announced, nuzzling against her mother's impressive tits. "lisa's off playing spy, Armia's gone to war, and Raven has all the sexual energy of a particularly repressed rock."
"Poor baby," Kimiko stroked her daughter's ears, which normally would've had Isabella purring, but right now she was too busy sulking.
"And now there's so sketchy nim skulking around outside," she added, rolling over to look up at them. "Like, hello? If you're going to spy on us, at least be hot about it."
Margaret's hand found its way to Isabella's thigh, teasing.
"Want us to help take your mind off things?"
[Okay, maybe my life isn't completely terrible,] Isabella thought as her mother's other hand joined Margaret's.
"You two are the best," Isabella grinned, her cock already hardening.
"Of course."
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