Page 65 of Caught in the Devil’s Hand

“Actually, she agreed,” Vallen corrected. Rosuke turned in surprise. “I don’t think I’ll ever love her more than I love her now.”

Rosuke somberly nodded and took a deep breath as he made to stand on his own. Vallen almost rushed forward to help him, but as it was with sex demons nearly at their limit and presented with an energy source, Rosuke seemed to have gotten his second wind.

“The little one?” Rosuke asked, walking slowly but steadily to the door.

“He has been sent off to practice his sword swings in the orchard.”

As they made their way down the hall, the only sound was their heavy footsteps. The closer they came to Shumei, the faster her heart beat—he could feel it through the binding. His face felt warm, and he could tell her cheeks were almost as red as Rosuke’s hair.

“She’s nervous,” he warned. “Very nervous.” He took slow, deliberate breaths as his own heart raced in response. The anxiety he was causing her… There was nothing for it now, though. He and Rosuke would simply have to do everything possible to reassure her.

“Nervous about a pair of sex demons about to ravish her? I wonder why,” Rosuke replied, making him smile.

Sitting primly on the corner of the bed, right where Vallen had left her, Shumei couldn’t help second-guessing herself as two sets of feet approached her door. She sensed a sympathetic response from Vallen—a steady stream of calming energy—but it did little. Her palms were sweaty and she couldn’t stop fidgeting with the end of her sleeve.

Vallen entered first, and everything about the hesitant wince on his face spoke to how well he understood her state of mind. He stood aside, and the tall, lean frame of a red-haired sex demon entered her bedroom. The second his eyes found her, they glazed over with hunger. Soon, she would be spread beneath him. She tried to picture it and to start getting used to the idea—for she had little time. The thought of Vallen watching when she cried out with pleasure, feeling it himself when her orgasm transported her…

Red-faced and overwhelmed by how much she liked the idea, she clamped her thighs together and tucked her bent legs tightly to her chest. Her nervous fingers would start doing damage to the edge of her sleeve if she didn’t calm down.

“Rosuke, relax,” Vallen whispered even as he struggled to breathe normally. His erection was painfully thick. Shumei was clearly anxious, but the binding told him she was hot and wet between her thighs.

“I’m trying,” Rosuke whispered back. “But the look on her sweet face…”

“Perhaps we should sit and talk first,” Vallen suggested to everyone. “Things seem to be getting intense.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Rosuke asked, walking forward.

Vallen followed. “I believe Shumei is more anxious than excited.”

Shumei wiggled with uncertainty as two devastatingly handsome sex demons stalked toward her. Vallen’s erection was obvious beneath his tight-fitting pants, and she couldn’t deny what the bulge tenting the front of Rosuke’s traditional trousers was.

“It’s all right, love.” Vallen sat next to her on the edge of the bed, pressing himself against her body. Rosuke sat on her other side without touching her at all.

“What are we supposed to talk about?” she asked, soft but clear.

“Anything you wish,” Rosuke said.

She stared at the death grip she had on her dress and racked her brain for something to discuss while the two men on either side waited to flip open her dress and have their way with her. Nothing seemed to come to mind except raunchy images of her between their bodies. Then a lock of Rosuke’s red hair caught her eye.

“Why isn’t your hair white like Vallen’s?” she asked, overjoyed to have found a topic that didn’t involve sex.

“That’s kind of a long story,” Rosuke said, antsy. He kept shifting next to her.

“Not that long,” Vallen countered. “The woman who cursed us made a mistake in the ritual.”

“She did?” she asked, forcing her hands to relax.

“We had been drinking heavily that night, and I was nearly passed out while the woman was with Rosuke, having already been with Yasuke and me.”

Shumei went red to the tips of her ears. So much for avoiding the topic of sex.

“None of us had noticed the cup she was supposedly drinking from. And after…servicing each of us, she would pretend to take a drink, but she was actually collecting the curse’s required component. She had already taken mine and Yasuke’s, but she spilled some of Rosuke’s by accident. Thus, his magic was only partially ripped out. It still died, but his hair turned red and remained so from that night on.”

“I, I see.” She cleared her throat, face burning with discomfort. Rosuke shifted again, and she realized he was adjusting his erection. She coyly eyed his lap, the direction of her gaze hidden by her hair, and wondered how he would feel inside her.

“H-Have you two shared a woman before?” She needed to know even though the question embarrassed her to no end.

“We have,” Rosuke admitted. “Some women sold sex, but some were merely curious.” He sidled closer and offered his palm to her. She took it hesitantly. He gently closed his fingers around her hand and lightly brushed her knuckles with his thumb.