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   “The first thing you should know about us, madam, is…” Grace murmured.

   “That we’re very close.” Gloria finished her sentence, with a point of pride to how she stuck out her nose.

   Asuka’s heart thudded in her chest as she was seduced by her charges. They finished each other’s sentences and had such a heated gaze shared between them as their arms interlinked.

   This was not how she thought her first day as an officer of the Supernatural Bureau would go.

   Yet here she was, in the company of two voluptuous half-demons and who were very much in each other’s company in all the ways lewd and taboo as Asuka had been warned.

   At every step of her journey, Asuka had been given warnings left, right, and centre about the world she was about to set foot in. Wrongly, dangerously, as these naysayers would sneer, whether it was outward hostility to the thought of a woman in the military or as worry about her being a woman in the military. But it's what Asuka wanted to do most.

   She wanted to serve and protect.

   For her efforts, she was given the scraps of respectability. A uniform to wear, a superior to report to but it wasn’t respectable work in of itself. This was what they gave the handful of nobodies and odd sorts that weren’t useful elsewhere. They could do the jobs that no one sane would want to do.

   After all, ghost stories were told in hushed voices for a reason but even these spectres needed assistance once in a while. Hence the formation of the Supernatural Bureau within the country’s ministries.

   Now Asuka was here, in the role most akin as a second lieutenant, and given the frivolous but overall mission to help create bonds between humans and demons. It was better to learn to live with them than to further a cycle of unnecessary violence. Or something as harmonious sounding as that.

   Regardless, Asuka set upon the task with pride. With her polished boots and her neat skirt. She was here to do her best and she was not here to be seduced by the vixen wiles of half-demons in front of her, with their fox ears and slitted eyes. Though, she was well past that.

   The structure of the Supernatural Bureau was in halves. Half human and then half demon. The second lieutenants were to report to a pair of demons as their superiors: they handled the communications, the politics, and such. They would simply fulfil their orders, big or small, they were to lend strength and investigate as per their handler’s judgements. This could mean fighting crazed monsters one day and then helping little old ladies cross the street the next. It was a spectrum. Hence the delineation of jobs that no “sane” soldier would want to take upon.

   At their sides, however, they had actual half-demons.

   Half-demons were their own distinct species within the planes and mortal coil. They were born of human women paired with demonic fathers and were exclusively female. Due to such parentage, their lives were often lived in turmoil if they lived at all. The males of the species died invariably as stillbirths or worse but the girls…

   It was rare for them to survive past attempts of infanticide and other challenges. 

   But these young women had, such as the ones who had become the second lieutenant’s soldiers within the Supernatural Bureau’s dynasty.

   Asuka, unlike the other soldiers with whom she was stationed, of which there were two others for a total of three, had been given a pair of twins as her partner. The others were given one to one peer mentorship but she had become part of a triad with a pair of twins she could only describe as… clingy.

   With each other.

   With the others, they were more aloof and mysterious. 

   She realised now why that was, however. 

   Asuka watched, virginal and embarrassed as Gloria and Grace made love to each other. Their adoration unto one another made the transgression of the blood taboo almost natural. Almost. 

   Naively, Asuka had followed the twin half-demons into their domain. They all had a room of their own in their compound. Asuka had even visited her own room prior to the official, inaugural meeting, and delineation, of the partners amongst the Supernatural Bureau’s members.

   It was pretty bare, quite basic but Asuka didn’t mind. There was a place to stow her clothes, a futon to lay her head down at the end of the day. It seemed like it would come to be quite homey to her: it was certainly a step up compared to other rooms at soldiers’ compounds. For one, she didn’t have to share and it had a good view of the courtyard, too. All the benefits of living in a demon’s ancestral mansion, quite frankly.

   So when Gloria and Grace asked her to visit, Asuka thought very little of it. Until they began to take each other’s clothes off.

   Their affection was so ritualised, so normalised, it was like watching a finely acted play, it was so perfect. Asuka went bright red as she saw not just one other woman’s breasts for the first time but two. She tried to interject, to remind them that their affair was so out of the norm this facet of their relationship was but before she could even find the words to be repulsed by what she saw… She realised something.

   It was as much a sin to lay with another woman as it was to lay with a blood relative and it was to lay with a demon. They were just another generation of transgressions. For that reason, Asuka held her tongue. Especially as they began to unpack more than the cloth of their pink and purple kimonos in front of her.

   “We were raised in darkness,” Grace lamented, “in a cave, in a forest. It was scary as we were so alone most of the time, hungry and cold.”

   “We could only rely on each other,” Gloria continued, a sharp intonation to her voice, rich with disdain, “our mother would only tend to us occasionally. Without her, we only had ourselves.”

   They spoke of personal tragedy in between kisses in such intimate places. Asuka watched as Gloria kissed Grace's neck. She suckled at her pulse, licked at her clavicles. A thrill followed as the tips of Asuka’s ears went red: Grace made such lewd noises as she was loved asunder by her elder, twin sister.

   Gloria parted Grace’s legs and placed herself between them. One leg went up, the other went around. Grace moaned, a beautiful and even silvery melody to her tones as Gloria shoved against her, cunt to cunt. Gloria grunted with each thrust. Grace came undone, got loose and wet as she was scissored.

   Gloria was an attentive lover. Studious and ascertaining, with keen eyes and appeared to relish all the service that she enacted unto her sister. Grace was in quite the enviable position as Gloria loved and loved upon her. There was kissing, suckling, it was sweet and romantic. Asuka was utterly entranced by every movement, every moan or whimper. Her eyes trained in all the details of their slow and sensual sex, the aroma that wafted and the music they made.

   Gloria kissed Grace’s chest. Her lips trailed past the expanse of her clear and smooth skin, she sucked hard on Grace’s nipples. All whilst she rocked against he with a consistent rhythm in the motion of making love to her. Asuka searched their bodies for all the different ways they interlocked, the rise and fall of their breaths that varied in their paces. Even the way in which Gloria adeptly ignored Grace’s tail which was quite the barometer to how she was feeling.

   At such consideration, Asuka was enamoured. She felt a chill down her spine. Her face turned red. Half-demons truly were another species, mysterious and eccentric and Asuka was finding herself quite turned on by the promiscuous behaviour of the twins, surely this could not be normal even amongst their kind.

   Her bluster must have been obvious as she caught Gloria’s eye. She looked away from her darling sister and smirked with such glossy, kiss-swollen lips. 

   “Feel free to touch yourself…” Gloria told her.

   “We want you to feel included now that you are…” Grace kindly added.

   They finished their sing-songy together, in unison, “Our beloved partner.”

   “We’ve only just met.” Asuka blushed.

   She was scandalised by the notion and yet. Her hands betrayed her. Her left drifted downwards, into the gash of her pussy. She began to touch herself and Asuka was alarmed by just how aroused she was.

   Her own pussy was warm and velveteen. Asuka followed the arc of her ridges, she traced the hood of her labia and teased herself but honestly… Her movements were mindless as she was just so mesmerised by what she saw in front of her. 

   Over the time it took for Asuka to get anywhere with herself, she watched Gloria bring Grace to orgasm numerous times. She was spoiled beyond comparison, her sister’s one and only priority. With her finger or mouth, Gloria was a talented maestro.

   It was though she played Grace like an instrument. She had such expert and precise command of her younger sister’s body and from it, she was able to draw forth climax after climax. Grace’s face flushed, her voice turned raspy as she was simply unable to keep up with the demand and yet it kept going.

   She loved having her sister make this love to her. Thorough. Acute. Heedful. Asuka liked watching it, she liked to hear it. Grace gave such an orchestra to her orgasm, the way her body trembled and her voice sang out for almost the whole manor to hear but no.

   This was strictly for Gloria and Asuka’s viewing pleasure. 

   Asuka was a silent spectator as she masturbated but she knew damn well it wasn’t enough. She wanted to be right there on that futon, amid its rummaged sheets and crumpled pillow, with Grace who contorted and writhed as she came and came again.

   Asuka’s fingers trembled. It seemed so pointless. Her clit was unresponsive despite the breadth of stimuli that her senses otherwise feasted on. Her heart began to seize as she was simply unable to bring herself to the fruition that she watched from the sidelines of a tatami mat. 

   Asuka chewed her lip and the winds changed. She heard it howl in the distance, past the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard their bedroom overlooked and in the silver of the crescent moon that illuminated the scene. She caught the interest of the twins and suddenly. She wasn’t quite so invisible again despite the permission granted unto her to masturbate. The smell of her sex was bland and yet.

   Opportunity presented nevertheless.

   “Do you…?” Grace asked, her ears perked up.

   “Want to join us?” Gloria purred, her tail swished.

   Asuka gulped. Her pussy was deliciously wet and her fingers were coated in her juices but her hand froze at the angle beside her clitoris. She tried to rub one out but she knew she wanted more. She wanted to be a part of this youkai parade of perversity.

   “Yes, I would.” Asuka gave into temptation.

   She was completely and utterly unprepared for their twin bewitchment. The splendour of their affection, their inviting eyes, and now, their soft bodies. Asuka was enveloped by them, they were so amused to have such a new toy to share between each other. 

   They said as much. Whispered it in Asuka’s ears as sweet nothings. How novel it was to have a soldier, let alone another woman. Musings which puzzled Asuka, in between the kisses that lavished her. 

   Gloria travelled down her front, undoing the stiff clothing of the military that she was decked out in. Her jacket came off, so, too, did her boots and her trousers. Her small clothes and more. Asuka was unwrapped like the rare treat she was for the twin half-demons.

   Then, like a ghost, whilst Gloria was on her knees for Asuka, Grace floated behind her. Her hands traced the length of Asuka’s arms, her fingers curled around Asuka’s wrists and she leaned in. She nuzzled against Asuka’s back and she purred like an actual fox. Asuka felt her ears, too, long and triangular wisp against her skin. She shivered.

   It snapped her out of her trance. At least momentarily. She looked between them, how they latched onto her and worshipped her body in such ways that gave Asuka a tremendous, and perverse, thrill. One that she should not know – both as an honourable soldier and even a virgin.

   “Why expose me to this…?” Asuka asked softly.

   “Hm, what do you mean?” Grace asked.

   Asuka shivered. Grace kissed along her shoulder blades from behind. Her lips were soft like flower petals. Asuka attempted to answer Grace’s question but Gloria intercepted. The words that Asuka was about to speak turned to a moan as Gloria licked her pussy: an upward stripe that had Asuka weak in the knees.

   That was… That was the first time anyone had ever done something like that to her. Her brows furrowed as her pussy was lapped heartily, lick after lick, flexible and warm.

   “Ah…” Asuka exclaimed. She writhed but Grace held her steady. “It's just… You two are so close… We only just met…”

   “Mm, but you are special, dear.” Grace mumbled.

   “I am?” Asuka asked.

   “Oh, yes, very special,” Gloria confirmed from below, her voice reverberating through Asuka’s flesh and she looked down with blurry eyes, “you are the first person to ever tell the difference between us.”

   “I am?” Asuka repeated herself.

   She exclaimed again as Grace kissed the back of her neck, upon her nape. She licked a spot over the vulnerable patch of skin and giggled. She sank her teeth in and Asuka wriggled. She held her tighter.

   “You are.” Grace confirmed. “Most people struggle to differentiate us since we’re twins.”

   “You can’t be more unalike.” Asuka mused. “Grace, you have golden hair and a higher voice and Gloria, you have silver hair and a lower voice.”

   “Correct.” Grace giggled.

   “Such an intelligent officer… We couldn’t be more curious about you, lieutenant.” Gloria purred.

   She continued to eat Asuka out. She worked in tandem with Grace to give Asuka all their incestual adoration and more. Oh, it was the most wicked bliss that Asuka could have possibly experienced. She felt sandwiched between heaven and hell as morals and ethics were abandoned to the most sublime pleasure.

   Asuka’s heart raced. She panted. Gloria ate her out with fervour. Her tongue was bristled and flexible. She got into places around Asuka’s own pussy that she didn’t even know the pleasures of. 

   “Yes, just like that… Release your inhibitions.” Grace cooed from behind her.

   Asuka nodded. She took the advice; the encouragement. She let each moan that she made become louder and louder, a melody which crescendoed in tune with how Gloria feasted upon her. She was such a hungry lover. Neither demanding nor greedy but Asuka could feel it in the way her tongue explored her. She wanted everything from Asuka, for them both to feel good.

   Tepid feelings gave way to something stronger, far more powerful than Asuka would have felt on her own with just her fingers. Her legs, once strong and lithe, turned to putty as she weakened in the shadow of her imminent orgasm.

   Grace’s hands moved upwards. She groped all over Asuka’s body, through the expanse of her flat belly or between the curves of her hips, to even her breasts. She massaged them thoroughly, she pinched and tweaked Asuka’s nipples until even the flesh of her chest turned a ruddy colour. 

   It all made Asuka’s head spin. She didn’t know where to focus as she was the pure concentration of the twins in such supernatural synchronicity. From all the attention, Asuka knew that she was close.

   How could she not be?

   Between Gloria and Grace, in tandem, there was nowhere better to be. Asuka’s heart raced and she made the most lascivious noises in her delirium, on the cusp of climax. They both worked her so hard, yet it was the most relaxed that Asuka had ever been. It was such a paradox but as was the way of foxes as they continued and continued.

   Their lovemaking was now inclusive to Asuka and even exclusive to her. Her heart thudded in her chest as her breasts hefted forward with each buck of her hips. Her body ached as she approached ever closer until she found herself on that other side of pleasure.

   Oh, it was exhilarating. Asuka had never been so high with just herself. She had no lover, no arrangement back home until now. The partners whom she had been given likely on a whim. There was no going back, she had no doubt as she orgasmed ever so loud.

   Gloria and Grace giggled impishly at her expense. At the virginity of it all, the innocence ruined and debauchery that now spread far and wide through Asuka’s body. In the thrum of her blood and the way even her toes curled as she contended with this orgasmic wave throughout her extremities and through her core. 

   Asuka’s mouth opened and closed uselessly like a fish out of water. She couldn’t decide on a singular word or phrase that was best suited to convey the splendour of what she felt. It was incredible, amazing, stupendous.

   She was exhausted. Wracked by her orgasm, teased and loved on by the twins. It was complete and utter satisfaction, Asuka could ask for nothing as she lost all credibility as a serious soldier but so long as it didn’t leave this room, surely.

   They collapsed in the middle of the twins’ futon, pressed up against each other and Asuka felt sleepy. She was nuzzled left and right by them. She cringed as their ears pressed against under her eyes or wisped over the edge of their cheeks. The hair upon them was ticklish as they impressed upon the infatuation that they both had unto Asuka. 

   Not that she didn’t mind it, of course. Asuka smiled, a bit dizzy and even overexerted. It was best they all got to bed and her companions couldn’t agree more.

   “We’ll see you in the morning, lieutenant.” Gloria kissed her temple.

   “Sweet dreams.” Grace bade her.

   Asuka blushed. She still felt so doted upon by them both: this was by no means the relationship that they were meant to be cultivating. For the sake of harmony, they were partners but it was meant to be a far more professional stance to help mend the rift between humanity and demonkind.

   But she couldn’t say that their activities were counterintuitive to such goals either. Asuka rested her head and thought to herself, here’s to more bonding between them. For the fruitful future of the Supernatural Bureau, of course.