Chapter
Thirteen: Peach Honey:
Shichiro slept soundly in his
bed. Amaya stroked his cheek as her hair swept his pillow.
Poor baby, she thought. She kissed him
on the ear. A soft breath caressed her nape before she could sit up. The wife
closed her eyes.
"Mmm," she murmured. Kohaku licked her on the nape.
"You taste good," the kitsune whispered. It kissed her on
the nape as it groped her breasts. Amaya moaned at the touch.
"You sure this is okay?" she whispered. Kohaku smirked at
such a question.
"We both know the answer to that one," it said.
"Really?" she asked. Kohaku kissed her neck.
"Yep. I know you."
"Yes. Yes, you do."
Kohaku bit on her shoulder. "What do you want from me for
tonight?" Amaya turned to her husband's kitsune.
"Entertain me," she commanded. Kohaku smiled at her.
"I only obey the master," it said. Amaya gave it a little
pout.
"Please?" she whimpered. She nuzzled it on the
brown-silver ear. Kohaku lowered its ears with rosy cheeks.
"Well�" it said. Amber eyes turned to the wife.
"Will it benefit him?" Kohaku asked.
"Yes," Amaya answered in a half-lie. Both know what the
real answer was, but Kohaku enjoyed it.
"Already," the kitsune said. "Lie down." Amaya complied
with a smirk upon her round face. Kohaku took form into a nineteen-year-old boy.
"He" lay down on top of the woman. Amaya pressed her lips together, trying not
to giggle. Kohaku slid off her nightgown. Amaya stared up at "him" with waiting
eyes. The kitsune kissed her and she automatically kissed him back. "His" hands
glided down to her hips. "He" found Amaya's lacy black panties and rolled them
off. Kohaku nuzzled her neck.
"What are you doing?" Amaya whispered.
"I want you to spread your legs," "he" whispered. The
wife happily did so as Kohaku kissed her again. Amaya followed his lead. The
kitsune slid himself inside of her.
Why does he do this? Hunger? Boredom? For Kohaku, it was
curiosity. Amaya interested him. Beautiful, but twisted, warm, but cold; she
owned her husband. She owned him like a little bitch, but Shichiro didn't mind
it.
Easy to see why,
Kohaku thought. He gave off a throaty moan.
"You're so good," he whispered. Amaya only moaned back. She tightly shut her eyes as she readied herself for the big finish. Kohaku took that as a personal invitation for more. Shichiro lay sound asleep whole time.