Foxfire (Nine Tails, 1) by Yuki Edo Read Free Book Online Page B

one of her
hairpins, the bells tinkling.
    “ But if Masaki can sense
things, I’m sure you can sense even more. It did scare
me.”
    She continued smiling, but at least
she didn’t laugh at him again. “I suppose I did feel a change, but
it was more fear of what he’d seen, what he’d think. You weren’t
afraid he would hurt you.” She waved her hand. “Come look. This is
how he does it. And why there’re so many mirrors in the
house.”
    Hiro moved toward the wall and saw
images there in place of a reflection. Masaki wore a pair of linen
pants and nothing else. He sat on the edge of his bed looking off
into the distance. A moment later, he rose and stretched before
running his hand down his face. He held out his hand, and a glass
of what seemed to be orange juice appeared there. He drank half of
it and then set it down. He walked over to his dresser and stared
at his reflection, his expression unreadable. Then his face
softened, and he shook his head before moving to the closet. He
pulled out clothes for the day and hung them on a hook on the
bathroom door.
    Then he dropped his pants. Hiro
averted his eyes, but Inari pulled him close and made him look.
Masaki had a muscular, massive body. Hiro blushed, both from the
lust stirring and from thoughts of how his much thinner, less toned
body must look to Masaki. When Masaki reached down to touch his
cock, stroking it a few times until he had a half-mast erection,
Hiro felt his own body respond.
    “ Please, stop. I get it.
But we shouldn’t be watching this.” Hiro didn’t struggle though,
his eyes locked on the fingers gliding over that shaft.
    “ Perhaps we shouldn’t. But
I wanted you to see what it’s like. He feels the way you’re feeling
as he admires you this way. He never watched you until after he’d
come to respect and enjoy your work.” She leaned in, her lips
touching his ear. “And don’t put yourself down. He thinks you’re
beautiful and longs to touch you.”
    “ But that’s just lust.
That’s all I’m feeling now.”
    “ So you say. It must be
more, since you wanted to stop, to respect his privacy.”
    Masaki jerked himself for a while, but
then he got in the shower and began to wash, ignoring his bouncing
erection, which Hiro could not seem to do.
    Inari backed off a bit but still held
him. “He watches you draw even more. For hours, in fact. He admires
you for your talent and passion.”
    Hiro watched water and soap flow down
Masaki’s body, and he wanted the man to touch himself again. He
jerked his head to look away. “Please, my lady.”
    A man cleared his throat. “You mean
‘my lord’, I think.”
    Hiro stumbled trying to get out of the
man’s arms. “You … you really…”
    “ Yes, I really can change
whenever I please.” A handsome man twice Hiro’s size stood there.
Naked, his cock erect.
    Before Hiro could move, he found
himself flung on the bed and pinned beneath the man. Inari’s long
hair fell in waves over Hiro’s body, and while the contact felt
good, Hiro couldn’t help being afraid. Inari was not a wicked kami,
yet Masaki had pointed out that every god possessed some dark
qualities. Hiro’s pajama bottoms were thin, his erection obvious.
Inari looked but did not touch, smiling.
    “ If Masaki were a bad man,
he wouldn’t be granting your every wish and making small talk over
dinner. He’d have had you like this within moments of Akira
leaving. He wouldn’t be asking you to draw for him just to have the
pleasure of observing you. He’d have you bound, his cock in your
mouth or your ass any time he pleased.” Inari shifted, his legs
still pinning Hiro’s and his hands moving to secure Hiro’s wrists
over his head. He leaned down, still not touching, but his hot
breath caressed Hiro’s skin. “You’re beautiful, despite what you
think. Other men have thought so, but you’ve denied your true
nature. Will you let me show you how two men can be together?
Masaki can have you back