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I am Desire.

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Born from the love of two special teenagers, I am the manifestation of pleasure, I am the key that unlocks passion, I am Desire. But I am also a being with needs, with thoughts, with unique powers. I do not judge you; I trust whoever bares their soul to me. I do not ask favors of you; I will give you the gift of lust should you wish it. I will love you, wholly and completely, as long as you hold me close to your heart and mind. So far, only my Creators are free enough to let themselves become a part of me.

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My body, or more precisely, my physical form, is a tree. I'm a very special tree that was conceived out of a potent mix of my Creators' sexual juices and the ground where the couple first admitted to loving each other. I require more than mere dirt and water to grow and thrive; I require daily doses of Mistress Ricca's erotic excretions and Master Ray's thick cream to be nourished. As I am fed and grow, I discover new ways to use my abilities in the service of my masters. However, not all of my powers are for others to be used; some of my powers can only be used for my benefit. How I sense my surroundings, for example, is similar to how a bat becomes aware of its environment. I can feel my location by sending out waves of energy which are reflected back off of living matter and gives me a picture of the world. These energy waves seem to increase in range each day, expanding my view of the land to what I estimate to be at least 20 miles. The picture I form in my mind is a perfect representation of the earth based off what my Creators have seen on various maps.

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I was made whole thanks to the power shared by my Creators. They unlocked a part of their minds that allowed them to be connected as one. My makers can experience what they are feeling at any time with no assistance from me. But they are not practiced in the use of their power. Their connection however, made me understand more about who and what I am. I am made up of both Ricca and Ray's thoughts. I am the combination of their minds. But I am more than that. I do not fully understand what I truly am. Am I evil? Am I good? All I know for sure is: I am Desire.

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Ricca and Ray basked in the afterglow of lovemaking and the low pink light from Desire's tree. The mental connection they shared minutes before had melted away much like the mixture of juices dripping from Ricca's tender opening. Ray stiff member caused a small bump to protrude from her belly which represented the load he deposited in her depths. They faced each other, chest to chest, bonded together in a carnal embrace. Occasional muscle spasms shook the couple, further stimulating their over-sensitive genitals. Uncontrollable bouts of laughter escaped Ricca's lips as Ray continued to kiss the ticklish part of her neck.

Ray had no words for what happened between them. It struck him to the core of his being. To feel Ricca's climax from her perspective was awe-inspiring, none of his orgasms had come close to her level of sensations. It brought a tear to his eye that Ricca could experience that feeling and still be present enough to provide him with pleasure. Ray understood how much he should appreciate Ricca's body and give twice as much pleasure as received. Inspired by this realization, he flexed his cock making it rub up against Ricca's walls, drawing out a groan of approval from her mouth.

"You're so... nasty!" Ricca said between gasps.

"You're too beautiful!" Ray meant every word. "You feel things so differently than I do, it's incredible!"

"I can't believe how strong you are Ray. I wouldn't be able to control myself in your place. The pressure that built inside you was too much to bear."

"Desire," Ray turned to face the tree. "What happened there? What did you do?"

'You saved me. When you connected your minds, you made me understand who I am. You created me, yes, but you ARE me, in a sense. I am the product of your combined minds, your thoughts and, most importantly, your desires. I am Desire. I am your desire.'

"But how?" Ricca asked. "We don't have any of your power."

'That is incorrect. Your love and lust birthed me. Your thoughts for each other gave me awareness. You, Ricca Warren, and you, Ray Manderley, have a power that I do not understand. I harness the nutrition you give me to amplify your power. I am a vessel. I am a part of you, and something else. Something I do not understand. But I am no longer afraid. I have you to help me. I love you!'

"Unbelievable..." Ray whispered. "Ricca, do you feel anything from me now?"

"No, nothing. There was a moment where something clicked in my mind before I felt you. I don't remember how I did it."

"Same here. I guess we'll have to practice too." Ray pondered the situation for a moment. "Desire, can you help us understand our power?"

'No Ray, I cannot. Your power is a mystery to me. I believe we need to spend some time to figure this out. Your connection was so strong it called me back from darkness. It changed me. I feel... whole.'

"You said that before." Ricca tried to rise from Ray's lap, but she was still weak from her release and couldn't make it all the way. "You seem to speak more like, well, one of us. More natural."

'I am closer to you now. I am wiser too. I believe I have reached a new level of development.'

"That's fantastic! Um... should we still call you Desire? Or 'it'?" Ray's cheeks flushed as Ricca sat up on top of him.

'I am comfortable with the name Desire. My physical form, the tree you see before you, is female, so referring to me as a 'she' is acceptable. I have a request as well. I ask if I may call you by name.'

"Of course you can!" Ricca exclaimed.

"It's what I wanted from you in the first place, Desire." Ray admitted.

'Thank you my friends, my Creators, my secret lovers.'

The couple spent the rest of the afternoon in Desire's grove discussing their new relationship and trying to re-establish a mental connection. Ray's first suggestion was to recreate the moment of climax they experienced together, but Ricca reminded him about this morning's connection which didn't require her to be aroused at all. Ray sullenly agreed to attempt a link by willpower and thought alone.

What made concentrating difficult from the beginning was the fact that both Ricca and Ray were physically exhausted from their lovemaking session. When Ricca finally lifted off Ray's now softened member, a deluge of her juices and his cum ran down her legs and fell on to Ray's lap. Desire giggled in the recesses of their minds and thanked them for the abundance of nutrition they were providing today. The couple joined in Desire's laughter and got cleaned and dressed in the safety of this special place.

Ricca and Ray tried various methods of concentration to re-establish the mental link, from breathing exercises and meditation, to staring deep into each other's eyes and willing for that 'click' to occur again. Desire tweaked the couples' thoughts to strengthen their concentration, but didn't want to interfere too much in case it hindered their efforts more than helped. Some avenues of thought led to promising hints of a connection and Ricca sensed a gradual change in her perception on one occasion, but ultimately their afternoon of trial and error resulted in more errors than they wished to admit. Ray was disappointed in his performance because he had not experienced any alteration of perception. If Ricca thought that willpower alone could work, then Ray would give it his best efforts, regardless of his doubts.

The sun dipped low in the sky lengthening the shadows cast by the trees in the ravine clearing. A late afternoon breeze chilled Ricca's exposed fur and roused her from the intense concentration. Ricca's mother, Tansi, must be worried about her since she skipped lunch and hadn't checked in all day. She picked up her phone and texted her mother a quick apology, asking if she could stay out with Ray a little bit longer.

"Ray, we've been out here all day. You should let your parents know where you are."

"You're right," Ray agreed and dialed his parents. "Hey Dad. No, I'm fine. Just out with Ricca. Do you mind if she comes over for dinner?" Ricca gladly accepted his impromptu invitation. "Thanks Dad. We'll be home in 10. See ya."

"You're so sweet! We can stop by my place first to let my mother know."

"Sure. I'd invite her too, but one surprise guest is all the shock my parents can take tonight. Desire, I'm sorry that you're kinda stuck here."

'I am with you in your thoughts. I enjoy when you spend time with your parents. I learn so much about you; and how dirty your room must be.'

"Was that a joke Desire?" Ray asked.

'One would never make fun of Master.'

A slow smile crept on to Ray's face and Ricca outright laughed at Desire's display of humor. The change in personality Desire had undergone today was a huge improvement over the polite, formal way she once used to address the couple. Ricca finally felt as if Desire was a true friend as opposed to some kind of magic genie bound to her service and granting wishes out of duty rather than love. The diversity of emotions Ricca experienced during the past several hours had ranged from sadness at losing Desire's presence, to the trust and passion she felt with Ray, and finally to the happiness she now felt that Desire was whole.

Ray led her from the grove and back to the apartment complex, putting his arm around her shoulders to guard against the cool evening air. Ricca was comforted by his embrace and Ray was delighted to provide it. They were the picture of mutual adoration and contentment. If only this moment could last forever, Ray thought, I would be happy for the rest of my life.

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Later that evening...

"Mr. and Mrs. Manderley, the meal was fantastic. Thanks for having me at such short notice." Ricca had spent the better part of two hours chatting and eating with Ray's parents. Butch and Lucy had asked her all kinds of questions about school, what she wanted to do with her life and, above all, any question that would embarrass Ray. Butch even hinted that Ricca must enjoy Ray's stamina due to his endurance training which forced them to laugh to cover up the not-so-hidden double meaning.

What Ricca really liked about the married couple was watching how they kept finding ways to touch each other, as if a large magnet were pulling them back together whenever they got too far apart. All those ways in which they interacted seemed to reinforce the bond between them. Ricca looked at Ray and wondered if they would ever be that in tune with one another. But today they had sensed a true oneness, if ever so briefly, that Ricca believed could happen again. For now, she watched Mr. and Mrs. Manderley and tried to understand how years of marriage had forged this link of love.

"Ok mom, I think we've heard enough about how cute I was as a baby." Ray's cheeks had taken on a permanent reddish tint as he endured a whole night of awkward situations. "I'm going to walk Ricca back to her apartment now."

"Please, come by anytime dear. You're always welcome." Lucy cooed after them.

"Yes, drop in whenever you want. Your mother too." Butch sounded even more determined to ensure future visits.

"I will, and thanks again! Good night!" Ricca was nearly dragged from the room by Ray's eagerness to leave.

Ricca lived only a few floors lower than Ray so the walk didn't give them much time to themselves. Ray used the time well by taking the stairs, determined to celebrate each downward step with a kiss. In only 14 steps the couple was out of breath by their efforts.

"Maybe... we should... just say goodnight here." Ricca suggested.

"Yeah... it's been a... wonderful day and I'd... hate to spoil it... by falling down these stairs." Ray spoke so close to Ricca's muzzle that his lips tickled her with each word. She held his face and kissed him one last time, deeply, leaving them both frustrated that they would soon have to part.

"I can't wait for tomorrow morning."

"I'll be there at 7:00. Make sure I'm not alone." Ricca brushed her hand against his crotch feeling the trapped firmness beneath the thin material.

"You won't be!" Teased to the point of discomfort, Ray jogged back up the stairs to his apartment.

'Ricca, why don't you give in to his advances? Why wait at all?'

'It's the waiting that makes it better when we are able to see each other again.'

'Ah, I had not considered that. I have much to learn.'

Ricca exited the stairwell and returned home. Tansi hugged her daughter close wanting to know all about the dinner and her day, but Ricca was too tired to indulge her mother's chatter. She kissed her mother goodnight promising to talk more the next day and closed the door to her room. Once she fell into her bed, sleep took hold immediately.

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Meanwhile, in downtown Bronson City...

Dashel Bay couldn't sleep. The news of Ricca being in a relationship with Ray angered him. Actually, it made him angry that it made him angry. Ricca was his friend, same with Ray. But for the past year or so, Dash wanted to be more than just Ricca's friend. How did Ray do it? How did he get past the barrier of friendship and into the realm of dating? Dash didn't think he could have done it. And that's what made him angry. Well that and what he'd seen on the school basketball courts earlier today.

Dash and his best friend Ulysses, or Uli as he called him, attended a summer football meeting at school yesterday. Actually, it was a fitness class that the whole football team had to take to stay in shape over the summer months. When the class was over, Dash had taken a shower but forgot to put his watch back on before leaving for home. He made a special trip back to school this morning just to retrieve his watch and saw Ricca and Ray holding each other and kissing on the courts. Dash didn't think they saw him, but he couldn't be entirely sure.

Ray got to her first. The only girl that Dash felt comfortable being around. The only girl he could treat like his guy friends. Ricca. The wolf girl who became a vixen in front of his eyes. He saw the tight sports bras she wore to keep her chest hidden. He saw how her hips had widened and her features had softened as she became more feminine. Why did he wait so long to say something? He could only blame himself.

Was it too late to act? Were Ricca and Ray truly happy together? Dash was determined to find out. But determined or not, he could not sleep. He sighed and shifted in his bed for what was at least the 100th time. If sleep would not come, then maybe exhaustion would suffice. A visit from Mr. Right Hand should do the trick. It wouldn't be the first time he pleasured himself to thoughts of Ricca.

By the time Dash lowered his shorts, his proud cheetah member had sprung up to full attention. He smoothed the brown and yellow fur on his stomach with one hand while his right lowered to his groin. The color of Dash's fur made him unique compared to other cheetahs, the yellow highlights stood out in sharp contrast to the brown, and the bright tone appeared to almost glow at a distance. His fur had the added benefit of providing definition to his lean, muscular body, especially his abs. All the football workouts and strength training had molded his body into the powerful form it was today. He needed all the advantages he could get on the football field. As a wide receiver, it was up to him to out-sprint, out-leap and generally out-muscle any defender that tried to deny him the ball.

Dash gripped his rock hard cheetah cock and felt the rounded spines that lined the sides of his shaft. He loved the way they felt in his palm, it was like getting a hand massage every time he pawed off. But he was in no mood to savor that feeling tonight, he needed release, he needed to relax, and most of all he wanted to clear Ricca's image from his head. Dash lived up to his name as his hand flew up and down his shaft, all his efforts were building to a quick, and forceful, climax. He used his other hand to trace the muscles on his stomach as they the most favorite part of his body and the light touch brought him to a higher level of excitement.

The sudden force of Dash's climax caught him unaware, several jets of cum fell to his chest and stomach matting his fur and making the slow tracings of his abdomen with his fingers more pronounced. Like most cats, Dash was able to continue the stimulation and draw out 3 or 4 orgasms in a single session. The amount of semen he produced diminished with each release, but the sensations grew in intensity until his final climax utterly tired him out.

Dash's second plateau of pleasure made him thrust his hips off the bed. Ricca's face flashed in his mind and he whispered her name as his lust took over. To catch a glimpse of her braless chest could feed his desires for months to come. Her lightest touch would stir his arousal, sending him into a frenzy of uncontrolled passion. He mentally undressed Ricca and drank in the sight of her naked form, her athletic body, the hint of her pussy between those strong thighs. Dash's third climax was building up to be his most powerful in recent memory.

"RICCA!"

Dash cried out her name as he came for the final time. In his mind, the naked image of Ricca responded by kissing him on the lips. A single stream of his cum landed on his face which would have normally made Dash cringe in disgust, but today it felt like the physical manifestation of the imagined kiss. He relaxed and fell into a deep sleep within seconds. A smile of pure satisfaction never left his face for the rest of the night.

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In Ricca's room...

'Ricca. Please wake up. It's important. Ricca!'

The moonless night shrouded Ricca's room in absolute darkness. It took her longer to realize that she'd opened her eyes in response to Desire's urgent calls. An irrational fear tied her stomach up in a knot; the unknown cause of Desire's desperate sounding cries made her break out in a cold sweat.

'I'm awake. I hear you. What's happening?'

'Be calm, dearest Ricca. I'm sorry if I scared you. It's just that your friend, Dashel, is reaching out to you. All his thoughts are about you. And I must tell you this: he is pleasuring himself with lust for your body fueling his desires.'

Ricca didn't quite know how to feel. On one hand, it felt like an invasion of Dash's privacy to learn about his solo session. However, she thought it was inappropriate for him to think of her in this way since Dash, Ricca and Ray were good friends. She sat up in bed and weighed her options. Could she do anything to keep Dash as a friend but also set clear boundaries for what was appropriate behavior? The knot tightened in her stomach, not in a response to fear, but in uncertainty for the future.

'Desire, I don't know what to do. Ray would be very upset if he found out that Dash had those kinds of thoughts about me. I want to keep Dash as a friend, but also want for him to understand that there are other girls out there for him and he doesn't need to think of me as a sex object.'

'Perhaps I can help. I think I can put an image of another girl in Dash's mind whenever his thoughts turn dangerous. Is there someone out there that he likes? Or lusts after?'

'That's a good idea, Desire, but I don't want to meddle with his thoughts until I'm able to speak with him. If he doesn't get the picture, then we can try something different.'

'As you wish, sweet Ricca.'

Happy with her decision, Ricca rested her head back on the pillow and fell into a dream-filled sleep.

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The next morning, on the school basketball courts...

The ball swished through the net for the 12th consecutive time making Ricca leap for joy at setting a new personal record. She was shooting from the three point line and making more shots than she missed. Ricca knew she was a good shooter, but today the rim seemed twice as big and the ball felt as light as a feather in her hands. The reason for her improved skills didn't matter as much as the sight of the ball going through the basket time after time.

Earlier this morning, Ricca and Ray spent an enthusiastic time together in Desire's grove getting out the previous night's frustrations in a wild display of pure sex. It was more about making each other happy and finding relief rather than a romantic meeting of their bodies. After their too-short union, Ray had to leave and meet his track and field teammates for a training session. Ricca remained to speak with Desire and go over her plan for confronting Dash. When she felt ready and confident with the plan, she sent a text to Dash inviting him to play a game of basketball with a few friends, but in reality, the invitation was a ruse to talk with him one on one.

Ricca dribbled once and got into her shooting position. She tossed the ball at the net and watched as it clanged off the rim and bounced away, only to be caught by a brown and yellow cheetah. Dash jogged toward her smiling broadly and passed her the ball.

"Hey Ricca. Where is everyone?"

"Hi Dash. I'm glad you could make it. There's... something I want to talk to you about." Ricca's palms were sweaty with nerves; this would be more difficult than she thought.

"What's up? Is something wrong?" Dash was genuinely concerned about her.

"No, everything is ok. We didn't have much time yesterday to catch up and I wanted to know how you felt about Ray and I."

"Oh... I'm happy for you both. You've been friends for as long as I can remember. It was just a matter of time before you guys hooked up I guess." Dash's words sounded truthful, but Ricca could see hints of anger and jealousy in his eyes.

"Dash... I saw your face yesterday when I told you the news. You looked upset and..." Ricca carefully explained that she was dedicated to Ray, mindful to not reveal how much she really knew about Dash's lust for her. It must have been quite a shock for Dash to hear how openly Ricca was talking about her love. But his face was unreadable, Dash just stood there listening and nodding as if Ricca was telling him directions to a nearby restaurant. Ricca needed help and she knew who to call on.

'Desire, how is Dash taking all this?' Ricca stopped her speech and asked him what he was feeling. The pause gave her a chance to listen to Desire's report.

'Dash is extremely angry at Ray. He believes that Ray is tricking you into loving him. The fact that you are taking the time to talk is proof in his mind of Ray's treachery. Things are not going well...'

"...if Ray makes you happy, then it doesn't matter what I think." Dash finished an impassionate endorsement of his intent to respect Ricca's decision which also happened to be a complete and utter lie.

Unfortunately, Ricca had to take Dash's false statement as truth and thanked him for sharing his thoughts. She tested their fragile friendship by asking Dash to play a quick game of one-on-one, but was countered by a poor excuse of him not having the time and needing meet someone else for an early lunch. Ricca's spirits were crushed; she was losing a friend due to misdirected anger and unfounded jealously. She needed to talk, she needed to be comforted, she needed Ray.

"Ray, where are you?" Ricca had called him once Dash was out of view.

"I'm leaving Karl's Diner now. Sam, Erika and I stopped in for a snack after our run. What's wrong?" Ray could hear the distress in Ricca's voice.

"Dash is... I mean, we're losing him Ray! He's so angry that we're together. He believes that you're fooling me into loving you and it's tearing him apart. I think he's going to do something bad. I need you!"

"I'll be right there, hon. Please, wait for me in the grove."

The knot in Ricca's belly tightened as she walked into the ravine and waited for Ray. She kept seeing Dash's cold eyes staring back into hers, as if the dark irises were drilling into her soul accusing her of some unspeakable crime. Ricca thought she could soothe Dash, maybe even entice him to seek out other girls. But no, the result of her talk had shifted his burning rage to Ray, the supposed mastermind of an elaborate scheme to steal Ricca's heart. She collapsed to the smooth dirt of Desire's clearing and wept tears of grief for her misguided friend.

---

Ray had pushed Sam and Erika's training into high gear this morning, he wanted to explore their endurance limits to get a baseline for measuring progress. The consequence of the brutal pace he set and the distance they covered left the team drained and nearly dehydrated. As a reward for their efforts, Ray treated Sam and Erika to a sandwich and drinks at a local diner. If he was going to be a real trainer, he would lead by example and praise a strong performance or provide motivation if Sam or Erika's stamina waned. After they thanked him for the snack and left him alone in the diner, Ray's façade of liveliness gave out and his muscles demanded rest.

But Ricca's urgent call revived him. Ray sprinted from the diner, narrowly avoiding customers and pedestrians on the sidewalk, and navigated the winding streets of Bronson City back to the school grounds. Ricca had told him of Dash's jealousy, but didn't tell him of her planned confrontation. Obviously, it didn't go well. The prospect of losing Dash as a friend worried him, but the thought that Dash could become Ray's enemy hurt him to the core.

The narrow path leading into the ravine was steep and Ray would have normally eased his way down but not today; he recklessly ran/leapt down the slope, breaking through the undergrowth and cutting a direct route to the small grove. Stray branches ripped at his shirt, some even dug deep enough to draw blood, and entered the ring of trees to see Ricca lying on her side, tears drying on her face. Ray took a deep breath and lay with her, sliding an arm under hers and held on tight.

"Ricca, I'm here. What happened?"

"Ray..." Ricca whimpered. "I keep seeing Dash's eyes, full of anger, he... scared me."

"We'll figure it out. Together. What can I do to help?"

"Just... hold me."

Ray had no intention of letting her go. He breathed in the scent of her hair and decided on a whim to bury his nose into the back of her head. His hand traced circles on Ricca's stomach, slowly pulling her shirt up to feel the texture of her fur under his fingers. After a few minutes, Ricca's breathing calmed and her fears had melted away thanks to Ray's tender embrace. No words needed to be said, simply being close to each other communicated more meaning than any pithy phrase they could think of. Feeling relaxed and safe, Ricca turned over to face Ray and kissed him gently on the lips. He returned the kiss in kind and was glad to see the fire of life shining in her eyes and feel the warmth of her body against his chest.

The chaste kiss didn't last for long and soon transformed into a heated exchange of saliva as the couple writhed on the ground. Ray's hands were hidden beneath Ricca's shirt, each palm massaging a breast through the fabric of her bra. One of Ricca's hands moved down to grip Ray's firm butt pulling his hips close to hers, making their groins clash together in an erotic display of lust. She could feel his growing member grind up against her, quickening her breath and moistening the crotch of her boxer-briefs in the best possible way.

"Ray... let's get..."

"Shhhh," Ray held a finger to her lips, interrupting her train of thought. "Please, just let me do all the work ok? You deserve it."

Ray proceeded to remove her shirt, moving so slow as to make his touch seem electric with every subtle brush of her exposed fur. He handled her as tenderly as a cherished memory or a precious family heirloom, carefully pulling the shirt over her head and hanging it on one of Desire's thick lower branches. Ray then turned his attention to her lower half, slipping his fingers under the waistband of Ricca's long basketball shorts and pulling them down inch by inch. She helped by lifting her hips off the ground as the garment descended down her legs and was finally removed. The scent rising from Ricca's visibly wet nether region stirred Ray's desires, but he managed to hold back and continue his gentle, and seductive, stripping off of Ricca's clothes. Ricca was not shy in front of her love, but for some reason Ray's sensual approach made her blush in embarrassment.

The tight sports bra encasing Ricca's breasts was the next focus of his romantic intentions. Ray slid each strap from her shoulders with the tips of his fingers and somehow the bra remained in place by a trick of friction and gravity. He unhooked the small bra clasps one by one which lessened the pressure on her chest and restored Ricca's breasts to their normal c-cup size. Her exposed nipples stiffened in response to Ray's ministrations and her chest heaved as she took in deep gulps of air. Ricca was more aroused than she'd ever been before.

The final garment proved to be the most difficult for Ray. He had to restrain his natural reaction to hurry and potentially ruin this special moment. Ray found it exotic that Ricca liked to wear boxer-brief style underwear instead of panties which she claimed felt more comfortable as opposed to the tighter fitting feminine brands. He began to low the underwear, exposing her most secret place, little by little until the top of her slick folds filled his vision. She shuddered in pleasure and lay back with her legs parted, completely succumbing to Ray's touch and whatever he had in store for her.

With Ricca's boxers in hand, Ray looked upon the beautiful, naked wolf vixen in front of him. She was perfect. And he was lucky to be with her. Over the past week they had grown comfortable with their bodies, each knowing what the other liked to do and have done to them. Not wanting to be the only clothed fur in this grove, Ray tore off his sweat-soaked clothes in urgency. He knelt at Ricca's feet, drinking in the sight of her, and then crawled over to her on his hands and knees.

Ricca trembled in anticipation, not knowing what Ray was going to do next. Her unspoken question was quickly answered as his head plunged between her legs and his mouth caressed her womanly slit in wonton passion. Ricca moaned and thrashed about unable to control the random twitches that wracked her body. Exhilarating jolts of pleasure coursed out from her groin to the tips of her fingers and toes as Ray's thick tongue licked the length of her wet pussy. He kept a constant pressure on her most sensitive parts while avoiding her engorged clit with each pass of his powerful tongue. Ricca began to lower a hand to the delicate nub but Ray pushed it away as he had a different idea in mind.

The delicious liquid flowing from within Ricca's folds encouraged Ray to seek out its source. His tongue penetrated into her depths lapping up the nectar that seemed to emanate from her inner walls. The ethereal scent that filled his nose drove him to lift Ricca's hips off the ground to gain greater access to her pussy. It was a challenge to continue the rhythmic thrusting of his tongue into her opening while trying hold on to her bucking hips. The moans escaping from her lips became cries of lust, and Ray could feel the pressure of her climax building up from within.

A mysterious, but familiar, 'click' occurred simultaneously in the recesses of Ricca and Ray's minds that linked their thoughts and feelings. Ricca felt Ray's drive to please her, and Ray sensed how close Ricca was to an intense orgasm. The connection enlightened Ray on how to best draw out Ricca's climax and he did something truly inspired. Lowering her hips to the ground, he shifted his focus to her aroused clit and began to rapidly lick and suck on the tender piece of flesh. He used two fingers to probe her inner walls and press up against her clit from the inside. The effect was beyond his expectations.

A full body orgasm took hold of Ricca's entire being as she lay shaking on the bare earth. The rush of fluid that cascaded from her pussy coated Ray's face and chest in a clear glaze. Various colors flashed in front of her unfocused eyes and a roaring sound echoed in her ears. It was pure, unbound ecstasy that filled her spirit with joy. Ricca sensed something else as well, something that reinforced her pleasure, it was Ray.

Ray hardly noticed the clear fluid dripping from his face. The feelings coming through the link he shared with Ricca's mind overwhelmed his own. He was so concerned about making her feel good that his climax took him by surprise. In fact, it was Ricca's climax he experienced, but he showed it in his own unique way. Strong spurts of his cum flew from his untouched member and descended upon Ricca's writhing body. Tears came unbidden to his eyes as this profound connection gave him the ability to feel more deeply than ever before. His cock twitched with each diminished jet and leaked its remaining contents down his shaft and onto the dirt.

The couple was absolutely spent.

'My friends, my Creators, my secret lovers. Your gift is known. Let me show you.'

And the world was changed forever.