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And one more, just because I felt the last chapter wasn't enough. Hope you enjoy it.

As always, comments are appreciated and requested.

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Continued from 'A secret shared...'

My face a mask of concentration, I set myself in a fighting stance, hands held open, palms down towards the ground. Cayden stood across from me, mirroring my stance exactly. We were standing in a room on the south side of the house, neither of us wearing anything more than hand wraps. Sweat was running in rivulets down my nude body already, for we had been sparring for a half hour already. It was Saturday, the second full day in my sanctuary this weekend and I had seen neither hide nor hair of Scott and his wolf half since we had arrived. Our arrival had been an interesting event to be sure, but it had worked out perfectly, much more smoothly than I had hoped. Smiling, I allowed my mind to drift back to my friend's first moments in this world, keeping my eyes on the horse that was my opponent.

The moment I had touched the mirror, my reflection's hand had grabbed my own, like always, but this time, the pull was stronger than before, strong enough to drive the breath from my lungs. I had been pulled through at once, out into the void, but Scott had seemed to resist for a few moments, clinging perhaps to the idea that this was impossible. But in the end, he had come through with me and we had been caught by our respective counterparts. I had recovered quickly, embracing Ronan and returning his passionate kiss, but it had taken my friend a good thirty seconds to recover all the way. When he did, he seemed to be in a trance, as if he didn't believe anything he was seeing. The brown furred wolf that was his reflection had embraced him warmly, holding him close until he returned the embrace. Then, he had received the first kiss from his other half. His reaction wasn't the same as mine had been the first time through the mirror, nor had I expected it to be. Instead, he seemed to be more bewildered than anything else. The last I had seen of him was his wolf half leading him from the mirror room, as I had taken to calling it, and down the hall towards a distance door.

Cayden suddenly knocked my thoughts right back to the present, lashing out with a round kick that seemed to be meant to separate my head from my shoulders. I shifted, catching the kick on my bicep instead, absorbing the impact and countering with a snap kick, aiming for the knee of his supporting leg. Cayden lunged backward, taking himself out of range and we began circling each other once more, looking for an opening. Cayden shook his mane out of his face and stepped a little way closer, bringing him into range, but I didn't fall for that. Too often did novice fighters fall for that trick, giving their opponent all the openings they needed as they tried to take advantage of their closeness. Instead, I shifted my weight, evening it out so I could adapt faster to his movements. Then, he stepped forward suddenly, leading with a punch towards my chin and I parried, holding my ground. We exchanged several quick close-in strikes before either of us landed a solid blow, but when we did, the fight changed. Taking a short step closer to him, I ducked under a backfist and spun around, landing a strike with my elbow into his ribs, quickly retreating a half step. He answered by placing his foot against my gut and pushing hard. We both flew apart, coming to rest on our feet, already going back into fighting postures.

This sparring match, though friendly, did have an element to it that most lacked. We had put a wager on this one, a wager that I looked forward to, whoever emerged victorious. Whoever won the match got to have sex with his opponent right there on the sparring room's padded floor however he wanted, hence why we were naked, and why we took such care in our techniques. We were about evenly matched, though he naturally outweighed me by a fair margin. I made up for being out massed by being quick, and the fight had lasted a long time already. We were both fit and strong, and experienced fighters. But I knew, from all the times we had spared before, that I would tire long before he did. Smiling a sudden predatory grin, I did what he least expected me to do under the circumstances. I lunged forward, skidding down onto my side, scissoring my legs into his, toppling him to the ground. Normally, I wouldn't have dared to go to ground fighting, where he, with his larger size, had the advantage, but I was getting nowhere fighting normally.

The moment he went down, I twisted into a crouch, leaping onto my opponent, going for an arm lock. He twisted out of position onto his side easily enough, but I had expected him to do that. The change of position that let him get out of my arm lock had pushed him into a position where I had the advantage in leverage. Quickly, I wrapped one leg around the leg he was using for support, then twisted my body, one arm encircling his neck, the other going under his arm, going for a sleeper hold. But Cayden's name fit him well; he did not submit to my lock. Instead, his muscles bulging as they tensed, he strained against my hold. For a moment, it was a contest of muscle against muscle alone, and I managed to hold him at bay for a little while, but not nearly long enough to win. Slowly, inexorably, the arm I had encircled with one of my own began to pull downward, breaking my grip. Then, the fight began to change. Cayden's strength began to prevail. I knew at once I had made a mistake by going to ground, but it had been worth a shot.

My opponent tensed his body and began working himself free from my hold, and then, with a sudden flex like a convulsion, he broke my hold altogether, rolling to the side and dragging me over with him. Once he was free, the fight was basically over. Within five minutes, he had me pinned face down on the mats, all but one arm locked. Knowing it was useless to resist further, I slapped the mat with my free hand and he released me from the lock. We lay still on the mats for a few moments longer, the burly horse lying on top of me. Then, Cayden rose up from that position a little ways and at once, I scented a change in his scent, a musky note that I had learned to associate with arousal. He rose wholly off of me for a moment and I started to rise from the position I had been in to see what he wanted me to do, but, before I could move very far, Cayden's thick forearm pressed against my back, just below my shoulder blades, pushing me back down against the mats. Surprised, but, suspecting what was coming next, I turned my head so I could draw a breath, taking one as deep as I could.

A moment later, I felt what I had expected to feel, having lost the match to him. As his forearm pressed me firmly into the mats, holding me in place, I felt the tip of his massive cock bump against my ass as he positioned himself to take his prize. I shivered when it bumped me again, its length already fully extended. I drew in a second deep breath in preparation as he pressed his rod against me, taking a few moments to find his target without guiding it with his hands. While my wolf lover's member was certainly large, and I loved taking him, often doing it several times in one night, there was nothing quite like Cayden's equipment. Even compared to Ronan, he was huge. His head, when flared, was easily three and half inches wide, and his shaft was a good fourteen inches long. Only in this world, where everything was as I wished it to be, could I actually accommodate him without serious injury and even then, I could not take him all the way. Still, I felt a moment's apprehension as his hard prick slipped between my cheeks and finally pressed against my hole, for I could sense that this was going to be different than I ever had had before.

For a brief moment, we stayed that way, his massive dick poised to take me, then, he shoved forward. No soft touch this, in about a half second, his massive head stretched me, shooting inside my guts so fast that all I could do was gasp in surprise and pleasure. His thrust slowed a bit, but did not stop, driving his thick shaft deeper into me. Every inch that he drove into me heightened the sensations, until I was quivering with delight. That was nothing new; every time we had sex, his massive erection did that to me. But then, finally, with at least eleven inches of his cock buried in me, he paused. This was as far as we had gone before, with his dick's medial ring pressing against my ass. But then, he withdrew an inch, then paused again and it suddenly came to me what he was doing. Gasping in surprise and a little fear, I tried to say something, tried to warn him off, but my voice didn't seem to be working. And then, even as I worried about what was to come next, he thrust forward hard once more. For a brief second, my body resisted the intrusion, but then, the medial ring popped into me, and a second gasp was loosed from my throat. He didn't stop there either. He continued to push, grunting in pleasure as he forced more of himself into me. Time didn't seem to be passing at all in the waves of new and interesting sensations as he worked himself into me bit by bit.

And then, all at once, he stopped moving. His hips were flush to mine; he had done it, he had worked his entire cock into me. There he paused for a few moments, it seemed to see what I would do, but I couldn't do much. I had never felt like this before, and I couldn't move at all. I couldn't even breathe, the pressure was so great. I felt as though I had been filled to bursting, and what was more, I found that I liked it. But, though I wished to do something to indicate this, anything at all, I found that all I could do was lay there and tremble, wholly at the mercy of my lover. Then, he withdrew his cock slowly to its head, and I finally was able to draw breath once more. But this proved to be only a momentary respite. A moment later, he began to thrust, forward and back with his hips, thankfully only sinking about halfway into me with each thrust so I could breathe, but his moment of hilting himself within me had done something to me that I had not expected. The sensations within me were now so powerful that it was hard for me to hold myself back. Then, as I felt my muscles clenching up around him as I started to cum, I sensed him smile and he grunted slightly, lifting my hips up a ways from where I had been lying, pressed into the mats. But this was not to allow me my release, as I had thought.

Even as I almost came, he reached beneath me with his free hand, then, encircling my throbbing cock with his fingers, he squeezed tightly at the base and I opened my eyes wide, surprised. He wasn't going to let me cum!! And then, he grunted once more and thrust himself deep into me, past the medial ring once more. My cock twitched, pulsing as I tried to release myself, but his fingers prevented it. And what was more, now, he was picking up speed. His thrusts were coming harder and faster, driving himself deeper with every thrust. I wanted to cum so badly that I was shaking all over, but he wouldn't let me. And, every third thrust or so, my body would try again, but still he denied me the satisfaction. And then, he lowered his torso lower against me and suddenly he hilted himself once more within me. I gasped, trying to breathe, but I could do nothing of the sort. The pressure was so great I could feel heat rising all over my body as I strained to do anything but just lay there, but I could not. Every thrust threatened to lift me from the mats but Cayden's arm held me down. And then, all at once, I felt his head start to flare inside me, and I knew he was about to cum. Squeezing my eyes shut and bracing myself, I waited for the final thrust. I did not have to wait long.

With a yell like a war cry, Cayden thrust as deep as he could, his balls clenching up against the base of his shaft, his head flaring fully, deep inside me. And then, I could feel his hot seed flooding into me, more seed than ever before, so much that my body tried to force yet another load of seed past Cayden's fingers, but he wouldn't let me go. It was so much that I knew I couldn't possibly hold it all in. And sure enough, even as his cock continued to empty his balls into me with seemingly endless spurts of seed, I felt rivulets of it leaking from my body, trailing down my legs and puddling on the mats, mixing with the sweat that dripped from our bodies. I trembled and tried to draw breath once more, but with so much pressure all over my body, I could not. Then, finally, I felt his member stop it's twitching and at last, he began to pull out. Instinctually, even as I was able to draw a breath again at last, I clenched the muscles in my rear, knowing what I mess I was going to make if I didn't. And still, his fingers clutched my cock tightly, painfully denying me my release. And then, when his still-flared cock head popped free from my ass, bringing with it a torrent of cum despite my precautions, he turned me over with his free hand, never once lightening the pressure on my own shaft.

I looked at him pleadingly for a moment, all the veins standing out on my cock, its length bright red and he simply grinned slyly at me. Then, he lowered his head between my legs, and very delicately began to lick and nibble and my cock. A new wave of pleasure rushed into me and I arched my back, trying and failing to release once more. He continued this slow torture for at least another minute before he changed tactics once more. Grinning at my breathless, voiceless torment, he finally lowered his muzzle even lower, taking my cock into his mouth, beginning to suck, his long tongue lapping up his own seed that had trailed onto my privates from behind. I was trembling harder than ever by this time, my penis throbbing and by hips bucking from desire. Finally, when his jaws were clamped firmly around my shaft, he released his fingers, finally, allowing me to cum.

Never before did anything feel quite as good as letting go did in that moment. Cayden grinned and began to swallow rhythmically as my body emptied itself of my supply of seed in a never-ending stream. I came again and again in rapid succession, the moments that had been held off while he had pounded me coming back with a vengeance. Tsunamis of pleasure washed throughout my body, everything shaking and trembling with release. Finally, after five full minutes, the raging tides of pleasure began to calm and I found myself suddenly so relaxed that I could feel no enmity towards my lover for having denied me. Before I knew what was happening, the relaxation went a little too far, black shadows creeping into my sight, and I passed out...

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Slowly, I came back to myself out of sweet darkness. I was lying on my back, barely able to feel anything at all except utter, relieved bliss. And then, gradually, details came back into my world. My sweat had dried on my skin, making me stick to the mats I had been lying on, an uncomfortable, but not unfamiliar sensation. And, as I opened my eyes to the well lit ceiling above me, I began to feel a tingling sensation spread all over my body, as if every muscle had fallen asleep. I blinked a few times, and realized at last that I was, in fact, awake. Raising my head slowly, I looked around to find Cayden lying beside me, lounging on his side. He was fully awake, a pleased smile on his face. Seeing the pleasant, dazed look in my eyes, he finally spoke, his voice rich with pleasure.

"I thought you would enjoy that." He said, helping me to rise up into a sitting position, the mats seeming to be reluctant to part with me. The mats were self-cleaning, and already, the sticky mess we had left behind was gone, though I felt a bit stiff from the experience. After a few more moments, I managed to rise slowly to my feet, Cayden supporting me all the way. Once I was up, I groaned a little, trying to stretch, but finding that my muscles were not going to cooperate with me. Every time I tried, I could not extend fully, much less stretch anything that needed stretching. Cayden handed me my robe and I slipped into it slowly, willing my muscles to operate.

"Come on," he said, helping me towards the door leading to the rest of the house, "Lets have a good soak. It will help you feel better." I nodded slowly, managing to make my way slowly down the hall to the pool room. Groaning, I slid my robe off my body and sat down on the edge, letting my feet dangle into the water.

Cayden slid into the water next to me and allowed himself to float out into the middle, heaving a sigh of relaxation. I wanted to join him, I really did, but my body was now refusing to even consider moving. My muscles wouldn't even twitch, so I sat there for a few moments, trying in vain to scoot forward into the water. Then, with a sigh, I sat still. And then I noticed it. Whether it was simply the heat of the water, or by some unknown virtue of the pool in this world, the muscles in my legs began to relax, and I smiled, finally managing to convince my body that it would be worth it to slip forward into the water. The moment I did, I knew that Cayden had been right. Even though it was summer here in this world, even though it was hot outside, the pool was even hotter, just about as hot as I could stand. And, as I floated in the water, the heat sank into my body and finally I relaxed, my muscles going as limp as wet string. Heaving a mighty sigh of satisfaction, I let go of the side, floating out into the hot pool. Already today had been a good one. A solid workout and sparring session, then wild sex, and then a hot soak afterward. It didn't get much better than this...

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The sun was just beginning to set over the mountains, bathing the green and golden fields in wondrous light. I was stretched out in a hammock set up on the sundeck that made up the roof of the house, once again clad in scintillating blue. Edana lay curled up with me, wearing an orange robe that danced like fire when she moved; not that she was moving at the moment. The beautiful vixen was fast asleep, and I didn't blame her. I had come up here after my soak in the hot bath to relax the rest of the way, lying in the hammock and just letting everything relax. She had joined me after only a few minutes, cuddling up to me gently. She hadn't said a word to me when she climbed into the hammock, not even asking if I wanted company, but I didn't mind that either. That was just the way Edana was. I had always enjoyed that about her because I had noticed that something odd existed in her embrace, something immaterial, almost indefinable. It was a feeling of utter serenity, as if cuddling with her was the final level of conscious comfort, something I could not achieve without her. And, she seemed to know that, always seeking me out when I was relaxing, doing nothing at all.

It was peaceful enough up there to drop off without realizing it, something I had done on many occasions, though this time I held on, watching wispy clouds drift lazily by above me, their undersides lit with gold, once again pondering how natural this all seemed to me. Soon, they would turn the colors of fire, and it would be time to go down to dinner, but I was in no hurry to move. Very little occupied my mind at the moment, and though I was sleepy, I remained conscious, smiling slightly and thinking of nothing. That was another thing I had added a while ago to the long list of things I liked about this place. I could think about nothing at all and not feel as though I was missing anything.

Quiet footsteps sounded behind me and I turned my attention hither, listening. One pair were light, the sound of soft footpads on the wooden decking, accompanied by the faint click of canine claws. The other set were very familiar as well, the sound of bare human feet. Obviously, Scott and his companion had finally emerged. Smiling unconcernedly, I closed my eyes, feeling the cooling breeze flit by, rocking my hammock gently. The footsteps stopped near to my hammock and I heard the wood of a pair of comfortable chairs creak as two people settled into them. Opening my eyes once more, I looked over at who had joined us. It was indeed Scott, though my friend was now clad in a robe of light tan, his wolf companion choosing a similar color.

"So you are still alive after all." I joked, smiling more broadly as he blushed. "I was starting to wonder."

"Oh, shut up." he replied, looking embarrassed. His voice woke my companion, and, as she stirred, he looked even more embarrassed. When her eyes opened, she looked over at him sleepily and he grinned a little, looking all the more bashful. "Sorry. I didn't mean to bother you, I just had a couple questions to ask." Edana stretched languidly and smiled before replying.

"Its okay, I should go give Xin a hand with dinner anyway." She said, and we shared a gentle kiss before she left, Scott's wolf half following her back down into the house. Scott watched them go, then gave a whistle of amazement.

"Boy, she is cute." He said. I smiled and nodded, returning my attention to the clouds above us, "I can't believe you have so many companions here. Are all of them your lovers?"

"Yep." I replied. "All of them except for your reflection that is." He just shook his head in amazement and fell quiet for a little while, looking out at the magnificent view. I waited for a few minutes, but when no more questions were forthcoming, I spoke up again. "You said you had some questions?"

"Oh, right." He said, shaking himself out of his preoccupied staring. "I don't even know where to start. I guess I have to ask, how is any of this possible? I mean, I keep waiting to wake up back home."

"I know what you mean." I said. "Its like a dream isn't it?" He nodded and I sat up in the hammock, swinging my legs off the edge so I was sitting comfortably. "To be honest, I am not sure how this is possible." After a short pause, I related what had happened before the first time, and what Ronan had told me. "And ever since, I have been coming here nearly every weekend. More and more of the people I saw in my fantasies have appeared over the months, as you have seen."

"Doesn't it bother you a little that half of them are guys? I mean, I thought you weren't even bisexual." he asked and I shook my head.

"I'm not," I replied. "At least, not in the real world. Here, it doesn't seem to matter much. The guys are just as much fun to love as the girls. And before you ask, no it doesn't bother me being involved with so many at once. It is actually quite nice to have my choice. And some nights, all of us curl up together and I have to say, there is nothing quite like being surrounded by furry bodies, every breath filled with their scents."

"Hmmm." He answered, looking contemplatively towards the mountains. "This place is incredible." I nodded my agreement, settling back into the hammock. "I will be sorry to leave it tomorrow."

"Believe me, I know what that is like." I replied, my smile fading a little. "Every time, it gets a little harder to work up the desire to leave. Still, I think that it is worth the difficulty."

"At least you have this wonderful place to go." He said, sounding jealous and I looked at him in surprise. He was looking disheartened again and I knew at once he did not understand.

"Scott, what are you talking about?" I asked and he looked at me without comprehension. "Simply by coming here, you gained the ability to come back whenever you want. That is my gift to you. You are my best friend in the real world, and the least I could do is let you join me here."

"You mean that?" he asked, his face one of total shock.

"Of course." I replied, surprised he was taking it like this. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know." He answered, settling back in his chair. "I just thought that anyone that had this all to himself wouldn't want to share."

"You are being silly." I replied, shaking my head and smiling. The mouth watering aroma of steaks on a grill had wafted up over the edge of the house and I grinned once more. "Come on, dinner is nearly ready." With that, my friend and I rose from our seats. Throwing an arm across his shoulders, we walked back to the staircase and down into the house, both of us grinning from ear to ear...