Capturing the Kitsune

/ December 13, 2016 /
Title: Capturing the Kitsune
Series: Kitsune Tales #1
Published by: Self-Published
Release Date: July 17, 2016
Genre: ,
Pages: 23


I never thought he would catch me. I was a kitsune. Too fast and too clever for any hunter.

I was wrong.

Now my life is going to change forever...

Capturing the Kitsune is a 5,700 word paranormal erotica short story. Contains some elements of BDSM.


My latest hunter amused me. He was big and lumbering and didn’t seem to realize that I could smell him, making little to no effort to stay downwind.

Perhaps he didn’t know what I was. But that wouldn’t explain why he was following me. I was normally only hunted as a prize. Or through some delusion that I was evil. Or even a demon, depending on the human’s beliefs.

Fox-spirit, most would call me. Others accused me of being a trickster. I won’t deny that side of me exists, for every self-respecting kitsune enjoyed a good prank.

I did not fear being caught. I was too fast. Too clever. No man could get his hands on me unless I let him.

I did choose a man on occasion. I might have been called a spirit, but I was still flesh and blood. I had certain needs, especially when I spent any length of time in my human form. Or when I was forced to deny myself.

I haven’t had a man since he started following me. Having a stalker can really put a damper on one’s libido, even when you’re used to being hunted. Sex really makes it easy to drop my guard down. I didn’t want to leave myself vulnerable. I haven’t even felt free enough to touch myself though when I did, it was a less than satisfying experience.

Fingers can be nice, but it can never take the place of a cock, as far as I was concerned.

Enough is enough.

I needed a man.

I dressed to impress. Short, tight leather skirt and equally form-fitting crop top. I chose one of the usual tourist bars. I didn’t want someone local. Not even some military man temporarily stationed in the area would do, not when I didn’t want to be forced to see him again after tonight.

It’s amazing how easy it is to pick up a man. It’s even easier to make him believe he’s the one in charge. Especially the younger ones and the slightly drunk ones.

This one was both of those things. His name was Chad. Or maybe Dave. It was hard to actually hear him with all the loud music in the small space. And to be honest, I wasn’t paying a whole lot of attention to what he had to say anyway. I just focused on his body.

He wasn’t very tall. Barely taller than I was, even though I wasn’t wearing particularly high heels. The shoes only added a couple of inches to my height. But he didn’t seem to mind. Better still was the fact that he was lean, with nicely compact muscles, and looked athletic enough to make things interesting.

I swayed with him on the dance floor. Letting my back press to his front. Even if I had not been able to smell his lust, it would have been obvious he wanted me, judging by the nice bulge in the front of his jeans.

He locked his hands upon my hips with a low groan. His breath felt hot and moist against my skin as he whispered in my ear, “Let’s go back to your place.”

I didn’t want to do that. My home was my sanctuary. No humans allowed. “It’s a more than thirty-minute drive. I live in the mountains.” That much was true, at least. “And I don’t know if I want to wait that long. Surely you’re closer?”

I felt a slight tremor pass through him. “Perhaps. But I’m not sure I can sneak you in at this hour.”

I had a moment’s doubt then. That I had misjudged him as a tourist when he really wasn’t. It wasn’t all that difficult for a man to bring me back to a hotel. I knew that from experience. There was no sign that he’d removed a ring recently, so it didn’t appear he had a wife waiting for him back at his room.

Then he pulled out his wallet to pay off his tab, exposing his out-of-state driver’s license. There was no accompanying military identification, but I’d suspected as much from the length of his hair. I let myself breathe a little easier. “Did you drive tonight? I took a cab.”

“Yeah.” He showed me the valet parking ticket. “Let’s get out of here.”


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