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Chapter 23: Bound

After being caught with Yuri so shamelessly between them, Roan and Zane were made to take watch with their elders. Zane was paired with Zaldon, who was big enough and powerful enough to intimidate Zane but who was also adamant that no young male would touch his Yuri again. Roan, meanwhile, was paired with Keeno, who actually laughed when he awoke to hear the explosion that was Zaldon's roaring and snarling. Roan had been amazed: since Enya's disappearance, Keeno had been the grimmest of wolves. But now he sat by laughing, enjoying left over fish with relish as he watched the sparks fly. Kel awoke as well, of course, and the two older males did not hesitate to whip the boys. Roan and Zane were made to bend over and lift their tails, and if the slightest whimper escaped their lips, they were whipped even harder: they could not afford to be heard by unseen lone wolves and other such villains.

Yuri was also whipped: Zaldon had her hug a tree, and taking a very thin switch, he whipped her high little buttocks with a dark and set expression, all the while growling at Yuri, "How many times have I told you? How many talks have we had?" And Yuri, biting her lip to keep from sobbing, would only close her eyes.

But all in all, the elders were gentle with the youths: Yuri could tell that Zaldon had held back a great deal when whipping her, and Roan and Zane didn't look so bad off. And the next evening, when the elders' anger had cooled, they all sat around the fire and had supper as if nothing had happened at all. Kel coolly announced that Roan and Zane would be taking watch shifts with their elders since they had lost the trust of their grandfather and had disgraced themselves before their first mating season. Zane had silently groaned: if he had another chance to get between Yuri's legs before they found Enya, it was gone now.

And so there Zane sat, opposite his uncle and wishing to god that he had died before he'd been caught with Yuri. He had never seen Uncle Zaldon so mad in his life -- even that time when he was thirteen and got caught feeling Yuri up -- and he still felt a little scared of his uncle. Zaldon was getting along in years, but he was by no means any smaller than he had been a few years ago. He was still very tall and as he aged had only lost a few inches of height, maybe a foot. His body was slowly going soft but there were still muscles behind the flab, Zane knew -- after being whipped so heavily by his uncle the day before, he knew now more than ever.

"You know why winter wolves are so big?" Zaldon said presently. He watched his great nephew with a wise little smile as he picked his teeth with a twig. He licked his tongue over his fang and tossed the toothpick away, then leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and waited.

Zane, who was sitting slightly hunched opposite his uncle, shrugged his massive shoulders and gazed in sad thought at the fire. It was disgraceful that he should show these feelings before another male. According to the traditions of the summer village, he should have acted as if nothing at all was the matter, as if his heart had not been passed over for another's, as if he had not just been whipped because of his feelings. But even though Zane had finally realized he would not and could not ever have Yuri, it didn't make getting over her any easier to bear.

"No, Uncle," Zane answered in a respectful but nonetheless dismal tone. "I do not know." And Zane waited with his ears pricked forward, his head tilted down and his eyes rolled up and fixed on his uncle. Zaldon was groaning and getting comfortable on his log: a story was coming.

"Winter wolves are big, my nephew, because they have to be." Zaldon paused and lifted an eyebrow, silently questioning whether Zane understood. "As its name suggests, the winter village is a cold place. Snow is always there. It is very near the mountains. You can see them from the meadow outside the summer village.

"A long, long time ago, some wolves were traveling in search of a new home. A small pack. Maybe six. Maybe seven. Their village had been destroyed by a fire, you see. The first spark had been caused by the heat of the sun: a child playing with a shiny stone set the flame. These wolves, as you can imagine, were by now terrified of heat. They traveled far north and eventually came to a land where the ground is always white, where the air is always cold.

"They settled in this place and their pack grew. They became known as the winter wolves. Winter wolves grew big to survive the cold, to survive the harsh cruelties of nature's iciest breath. We have thick fur, do we not?"

Zaldon frowned and playfully thumped a fist on his chest, conjuring a fond smile to Zane's lips.

"And thick necks," Zaldon went on, "and we fear nothing. We were creatures of brute force and we have all our little measly traditions and we have no tolerance for anything we do not understand. Sound like winter wolves to you?"

"From what Mom's told me about her home, yes," Zane answered, thinking with another smile of the long nights he'd sometimes spent sitting around the fire and listening enrapt to Ohana's stories of the winter village. He had begged to one day visit "the land of his ancestors," as Ohana called it. Ohana had only smiled, and massaging his ears, she said to him, "One day, my son, you will not need your mother's permission to travel to distant lands."

"But winter wolves must not only be big in body, my nephew," Zaldon went on, and Zane was touched by the earnest in his uncle's black eyes. "Oh, they teach you so when you're a pup - 'Never cry!' 'Do not smile!' But there is so much more. You must have a big heart, my nephew, to truly be a big male."

Zaldon touched an affectionate finger to Zane's chest, pointing at his heart. They smiled at each other, and Zane suddenly understood why he had been given this heart to heart chat: Zaldon was trying to make Zane realize that he must let Yuri go. But Zaldon need not worry: Zane had already realized this. Nevertheless, he smiled and said that he could only hope to have as big a heart as his uncle. Zaldon chuckled, and pulling Zane roughly under his big arm, he kissed his head.

As they continued their endless circles through the northern forest, Zaldon did not waste the opportunity to further instruct Yuri in her magic, and those increasingly hot afternoons the group spent lounging in their latest campsite, the others listened and sometimes watched as Yuri learned from Zaldon how to heal a wound, how to predict the weather by the vibrations of the earth -- and he even started teaching Yuri how to transport herself instantaneously. Some of the magic was a little too advanced for Yuri, but eager to please Zaldon (and also to use these powers to find Enya), she did her very best and felt a private surge of satisfaction every time Zaldon exclaimed his praises.

"But, Yuri," Zaldon said that evening during supper, "remember to keep control of your emotions. A sorceress who loses control in the midst of a spell is a dead sorceress." He pointed his wooden spoon at Yuri and gave her a firm look.

Yuri nodded over her plate. "Yes, Pa-pa," she said with a little smile.

Zaldon blushed a little, cleared his throat, and went back to his own plate.

Since the time Yuri was a little pup, she had always insisted on calling Zaldon "Pa-pa" because he was the closet thing to a father that she could remember. Her father had been a merchant lost at sea when she was very young. And afterwards, her mother (having no male relatives to speak for her) had been claimed by the chief of the moon village as his sex slave. Yuri remembered that the chief had doted on her almost as if she could have been his very own pup, but he had treated her mother like an object to be played with, often smacking Yana's rump and sucking her breasts right in Yuri's presence as the chieftess laughed away -- horrifying memories that haunted Yuri to this day. And she was certain that if not for Keeno and later Zaldon, she would have grown up only to become the chief's new sex toy, or perhaps the toy of his future son. She shivered angrily just at the thought.

After such a horrendous ordeal, little Yuri had found it almost surreal that a male as big and as strong and yet as kind as Zaldon could exist. After first the chief and then the merchants who had raped her mother right in front of her, a young Yuri had fully expected Zaldon to molest her, treat her like dirt, and keep her locked away much the way the merchants had. But Zaldon had been so kind and Yuri had warmed to him right away. "Pa-pa," she called him, without even thinking. "Pa-pa," she called him as he rocked her to sleep, singing to her in the moon tongue. And blushing a little, Zaldon would smile down at her and call her "Daughter" in her language. How warm he had always made her feel, how happy! And when she felt that glowing warmth in her heart for this great white parent who was slowly falling from his hard-bodied prime, she would utter that special name for him. "Pa-pa." It was so musical when she spoke it, so loving. It always made Zaldon very happy but embarrassed all the same.

After supper, the group did the usual: they packed and prepared to move out. Yuri shouldered her traveling pack and fell in the center of the line, somewhere just behind Kel. She knew Roan and Zane were behind her and that Keeno, wary and alert, was bringing up the rear. They started the long foot march into the darkness, and Yuri reached mentally for Enya. It was something only sorcerers could do: a Silent Sending.

Where are you, Enya? Yuri silently called. Can you hear me? Are you all right? God, Enya, I miss you. I love you!

Yuri was not surprised when there was no answer: only another sorceress could have sent the Silent Sending back and Enya, of course, was no sorceress. But that wouldn't stop Enya from hearing the silent call, and Yuri felt a little relieved that perhaps Enya had heard her, even if she couldn't answer.

They stopped again when it started to rain: a light sprinkle that was nonetheless chilly, little stabbing kisses that left a cold pain in their fur. The group moved under cover of the thicker part of the trees, their sleeping furs on their heads as they jogged off the path. Zaldon conjured the last of his magical strength to shield them from the rain: a transparent shield that the rain only pinged off of before sliding down its sides to the earth. Under the magical barrier, the group shook off their wet fur and blankets and dropped off their traveling packs.

"How long before you think it'll stop?" Kel asked Zaldon.

Zaldon shook his head. "I should've known this was coming." He lifted his paws and looked at them miserably as he realized: he was getting too old for magic. Because of the Glamour he had temporarily put on himself and Kel not long ago, Zaldon's powers had drained in other arenas.

Seeing Zaldon's disappointed frown, Kel closed his paw over his and smiled up at him. "There's nothing we can do but gracefully accept it, old love," he said quietly, so that the others could not hear.

Zaldon smiled back. "If I had to get old with anyone, Kel, I'm glad it was you."

Under the cover of the magical barrier, the group settled down, not knowing when the rain would ever stop. Keeno stroked up a fire, and everyone lounged around it. The adults talked in low voices about which part of the forest they should head to next (lone wolves circulated in certain parts of the countryside during certain parts of the year) while Roan listened to them with his ears pricked forward and Zane lounged at his brother's side, picking at his fangs every now and then with a small twig and receiving a sharp whack on the ears from Kel for not listening.

Yuri would sometimes giggle when Kel whacked Zane, and catching her eye, the two would smile at each other -- only to have Zane whacked again and Yuri given a stern warning look from Zaldon. After a few very hard whacks from his grandfather, Zane took to firmly ignoring Yuri (as was the custom for underage wolves), and to keep them both out of trouble, Yuri did the same.

Not listening to the adults' chatter, Yuri sat near Zaldon, her legs folded, and poked a stick in the mud. She felt like such a pup, but this was the place of a female, even an adult female: silent, on the edge of things, not drawing attention to her irresistible parts. Unless a female was a part of the village council, she might as well have been a pup, Yuri reflected. It wasn't that way in the sun village, but the summer village suddenly made her so mad! Because for the first time ever, Yuri really understood why Enya was so angry at the world and its customs and ways. If not for the hatred and intolerance of the summer village, Enya would have been here in Yuri's arms! And she sometimes wondered if she shouldn't have said yes when Enya asked her to run away. Perhaps they'd be together now.

But deep down, Yuri knew she had done the right thing: two females out alone in the world were live bait for lone wolves, and had the two of them run away together, they might have been raped and abducted, taken across the sea as slaves, even murdered. There had been no shortage of horror stories from a heavily concerned Zaldon, from an anxious Kilyan and Keeno, and even from Zalia and Kilyan's wives. It had been drilled into Yuri's head for years: the outside world was not a safe place for a female. It simply wasn't. But sitting there in the mud, Yuri realized for the first time that the world within the villages was no safer, no more fair than it was on the outside.

With a sudden scowl, Yuri snapped the twig in halves and dashed it in a nearby mud puddle. She watched, silently seething over the injustice of the world, as the water rippled. But when it cleared, the eyes gazing up at her were not her own scowling sable eyes.

Yuri gasped. "Enya? Enya!" she shouted.

"Yuri?"

Yuri looked up. They were all staring at her. Zaldon watched her with concern.

"E-Enya was in the puddle!" Yuri cried, pointing at the watery hole in the mud.

They looked where she had indicated, but she knew by their perplexed gazes that they could not see the sad sapphire eyes that had gazed up at her only moments before. Zaldon was the only one who seemed to understand. He peered hard at Yuri, the black eyes intense.

"What else did you see? Did you see her surroundings? Trees? Flowers? Anything?"

Keeno, Roan, and Zane stared at Zaldon in confusion after this drilling, but Kel sat calm, watching Yuri as intently as Zaldon was.

Yuri dismally shook her head, her ears going down. "No. Only -- only her eyes peering out at me. And a little of her face. She looked sad . . ." Yuri bowed her head, and Zaldon put a heavy paw on her shoulder.

"There, there, little one," Zaldon said gently.

"Maybe she was only sad because she misses you," Roan added in a feeble attempt to comfort Yuri.

But Yuri only bowed her head, and turning away from the group, she crawled into her wet sleeping furs and pretended to take a nap. They all knew better than to think she was asleep, and though Zaldon anxiously wanted to comfort his little Yuri, he knew it was best to let her be for the time being while they decided where it was best to next travel. He turned back to the group, telling the others that Yuri would be fine once she had rested.

Grateful that Zaldon had not confronted her, Yuri shivered under her blankets in her wet fur and squeezed her eyes shut tight against a sudden rise of tears. "Enya," she whispered, "where are you! Come back to me!"

---

Some several miles away, Enya awoke with a start.

She thought she'd heard a voice. Yuri's voice? She was so drowsy she didn't know. Her body was hanging suspended among a few flowered vines: the vines were holding her up in the air, her legs and arms were wide apart and all her most intimate places were open to the cool air of this dense, dark, and green place, this place where flowers and vines hung from every tree, where moss clung to the walls, where blue butterflies were a constant spray on the air, where white wolves who glowed like stars approached her to suck her nipples, to lick between her thighs, to finger her pussy and anus, to even rape her, and they never seemed to grow tired of their advances. She was like a toy kept in this gloomy little grotto for the sole purpose of fucking, licking, and sucking at will. They never let her down, even to pee, and a puddle of her urine was under her at the end of each day -- if this was the end of the day. Enya didn't know anymore. It seemed this place was timeless, that days ran into each other in a blur until she could not fathom how long she had been the prisoner of these creatures.

They bathed her every night as she hung suspended and helpless, and every now and then, they fed her. But she wanted down so badly! Sometimes, in her confused haze, Enya managed to beg them to let her down. Those cold creatures! They stared at her with blank eyes and then laughed -- laughed at her and continued sucking her tits, biting her nipples. Sometimes a young male would come, a white male who was tall and nicely sculpted, whose pecs were so thickly round they could have been breasts. He would stand before her with a hard-on, his pink organ standing stiff among the thick nest of white fur clinging to his balls, and after a long moment of staring, he would gesture idly -- as if he was beckoning her. The vines would then lower Enya a little of their own accord, and the young white male -- who glowed as brightly as all the other wolves in this strange place -- would approach Enya and then pull her down on his cock.

Enya had strained against him, had struggled to shut her thighs, but the vines held her legs open wide and it was quite impossible. The nymph had only laughed at her vain struggling. He called himself Nuru, and with a self-satisfied grin, would sink his thick cock slowly up and inside of her. He seemed to delight in the squelching noises of her pussy, and when she begged him drowsily to please stop and let her down, he only laughed his cold laugh again and filled her mouth with his tongue.

How long this went on -- this deep and delicious fucking -- Enya could not say. But Nuru fucked her in ways she had never even dreamed of. He filled her so completely, the head of his cock got so deeply inside that she came again and again, her gasping screams echoing against the cavern walls until the butterflies scattered, her juices squishing over his thick shaft. And he would cry out with her as he, too, came. His white cheeks would flame up just the tiniest bit, and he would grimace and then it would happen: she would feel this incredible hot rushing inside of her, and it was only when he withdrew that she realized it was his seed. He had come inside of her! She could see some of his sticky fluids sliding in globs down her thigh, clinging to the head of his cock. And when he had come, he always gestured to the vines again. Enya was lowered even more toward the ground by the vines. The vines lowered her until she was on her knees, and still in a daze from the thrills of pleasure jolting through her body, she didn't even think about it when Nuru guided her head down toward his cock: she brought her face forward and slurped his juices away just the way he always liked: long, hard laps along the shaft and thick veins. Nuru would stand there with his head back, his cheeks blushing as she obediently ate his fluids away. Her own slurping noises as she licked him made her dismal.

And that was another thing: every wolf here had delicious juices so that licking Nuru's cum away was as pleasurable as being fucked by him. There was even a time when Aidan was brought in by Nuru. She was in Nuru's strong arms, her legs were open wide, and Enya couldn't believe it when Nuru held Aidan suspended in front of him - as if in offering! Aidan, who was clinging to Nuru's neck with her blankly blue eyes, with her great pussy lips and voluptuous curves that always made Enya's clit throb on sight.

Nuru had then given Enya the command to eat Aidan out. "Do you know what she wants from you?" Nuru asked with eyes that smiled down at her with the tenderest affection. Enya had groaned inside: Nuru looked upon her like a beloved pet.

When Enya only hung there looking weak with her throbbing passion, he went on, "She wants you to give her pleasure with your lips and your tongue."

Enya had blushed to hear such a thing, and when Aidan's pussy was brought close to her face, she stared at it, breathing in its wonderfully hot and delicious scent. Aidan's pussy was pink and glossy, her clit throbbing hard, her swollen pussy lips squirming every now and then in her anticipation. Her legs were thrown over Enya's shoulders and her pussy brought even closer. Enya eagerly dipped her tongue, tracing it around the wet opening of Aidan's vagina, and Aidan gave a soft scream that was instantly muffled. Enya looked up: Nuru had closed his mouth over Aidan's, and even as she was clinging to his neck, her tail up, her legs spread and her ass pointed out, Enya could see her tongue wrestling wetly with Nuru's.

Nuru suddenly stopped kissing Aidan, and turning her around in his arms, he lifted her hips. Enya went stiff when Aidan wrapped her legs around Enya again, this time with her tits pointed at the ceiling. Her hot thighs closed around Enya's neck, and the sweet, soft musk of Aidan's pussy was again in Enya's face. Those swollen lips and the throbbing little clit were smashed against Enya's lips, and unable to take it anymore, Enya suddenly went wild, eating Aidan out so ravenously that the glowing wolf's shrill screams were soon echoing off the walls. Three feminine voices cried at once from her gasping lips: "Ah . . . ah . . . ah . . . AHHHHHH!" Then she came, her juices spurted against Enya's tongue, and Enya gulped them down with a drowsy sort of happiness. Aidan's cum tasted like berry juice. She almost laughed.

Present-day Enya hung suspended in the vines, her head bowed as she frowned to herself and struggled desperately to ignore the yet unsatisfied throbbing of her clit. That hungry little knot of flesh -- she hadn't been touched there by Nuru or Aidan in so long! And her legs were held wide apart by the vines so that nothing could brush her sex. This was torture! But she forgot her sexual starvation when she heard that voice. She lifted her head and her ears pricked forward. Had it really been Yuri?

"Yuri!" Enya called into the darkness. Blue butterflies drifted past her face and a few fluttered almost teasingly against her sex, brushing that hot craving until Enya moaned and squirmed in her vines. She jerked violently until her breasts bounced, until the butterflies scattered away, and then she called again, "Yuri? Yuri! I'm here! I'm HERE!" No answer. Yuri had sent her a yellow butterfly in her dreams a few days ago. She was sure of it. And hanging in her vines, she awoke with a start and was eager to send a blue butterfly back. God, let Yuri come to this place and rescue her. What a fool she'd been for running away.

But as Enya hung there in the darkness, sobbing a little as she strained to ignore the pulsing hunger of her clit, she wondered to herself if she really wanted to see Yuri. Yuri had betrayed her, after all. She would never forget the horrible sight of Zane on top of her Yuri, Zane's cock sliding in Yuri's pussy and the look of plain ecstasy that had been on Yuri's face! Enya had wanted to throw herself at them, to beat them with her fists, with everything she had. But something made her just stand there watching. It was only when she found herself hanging for long hours in the darkness that she realized that "something" had been her heart breaking.

Enya heard a noise and looked up. Nuru was standing in the mouth of the cave, the world a green and shadowy blur behind him. He stood there drinking in the sight of Enya's shapely little body: her legs spread so wide that her pussy lips were peeled open, her little thighs flexing as she struggling weakly every now and then, the rigid nipples of her breasts, and the twisting of her slender waist. She grimaced at Nuru and her breasts heaved just at the sight of him, of this creature who called himself her Master and commanded perfect obedience from her. She saw with a sinking heart that his great pink organ was slowly flinching upright, but Nuru did something he had never done before: he closed his paw over his own cock and stroked it.

"My god. You want the way flames ravish a forest. I bet you'd like to touch yourself, wouldn't you? That wet little crevice between those irresistible thighs?" he whispered with smiling lips, and his voice was like three wolves speaking at once, the voices echoing against each other. Much like Aidan, his silky mane lifted on an ethereal breeze.

God, Nuru was beautiful. That tall and toned body, that long white mane, and those slanted eyes -- eyes that were so severe and wild and yet gentle all at once. Every time he moved, his muscles flexed, and his fur had a certain smell, a smell that was almost drugging in its strength.

"Wouldn't you?" Nuru repeated, moving into the gloom of the cave. He stopped when he came to face Enya. The vines were holding her up so high that her pussy was very near his lips. Enya struggled and strained in vain to shut her thighs when his hot breath hit her clit. She looked down at him with suffering blue eyes and saw with a dull rush of anger that he was blowing gently on her clit, on her pussy lips, on her trembling thighs -- and, god, it felt so damn good. She didn't want him to stop, but at the same time . . . she did. If he didn't give her satisfaction, she would explode.

"Please," Enya begged, her brows knitted together. A tan curl fell across her face, more spilling around her shoulders when she dropped her head forward helplessly.

Nuru gave her clit a light, taunting lick in response and whispered, "Please what?"

"Please, Master?" Enya wheedled.

Enya closed her eyes and moaned when Nuru's hot mouth closed over her pussy. He sucked at her wetly, then licked her clit, and she trembled and sighed and gasped and was startled when she found herself whispering his name. He paused to smile up at her, then continued his sucking and gulping. His paws smoothed up her thighs and cupped her buttocks, and he pulled her hips closer to his face with a sudden hungry growl that made Enya's heart leap. She cried out when she felt his tongue gliding in her sex, caressing the contracting rim of her opening, then pushing very hard at her clit.

How long this wet sucking and licking went on, Enya did not know, but she had never been eaten out so deeply and so deliciously in her life, and she blushed to find herself giving her juices again and again, helpless against her own pulsing hunger as Nuru's lips and tongue worked her mercilessly.

When she was sagging in the vines after coming yet again, Enya marveled that Nuru never seemed to get tired of giving her pleasure. He had been eating her out without pause for what seemed to have been hours, and yet he still stood with an erect craving. Enya hung there gasping, praying to god that he wouldn't eat her out again: she was so tired now that she just didn't think she could get it up, and the failure of her clit to swell was something that had always angered Nuru very deeply.

To Enya's great relief, Nuru took a step back and let her hang there for a moment, gasping. But just when she thought he might leave her alone again, he gestured to the vines. Enya groaned inside as she was slowly lowered to the ground until she was on her knees, and for the first time since she'd come to this place, the vines let her go completely. She knelt there still breathless, amazed that the vines were snaking back and that her wrists and ankles were now free. Nuru grabbed her by the mane without warning and forced her down on paws and knees. Enya bit her lip and held back a sob: the vicious grabbing of her mane was like a burn on her scalp. And suddenly, Nuru was climbing on top of her, Nuru was biting her neck, and his big cock rammed inside, fucking her so deep and so hard that she was rocked forward on her knees as his dick squelched in and out. Nuru was so wild in his advances that Enya sobbed loudly now, begging in a broken voice, "P-Please, Master --" But Nuru covered her mouth with his paw and rode her just as hard, only pausing in his grunting to tear at her neck with his fangs and shake his head.

He rode Enya so hard that she soon fell forward on her elbows, her ass in the air, and grabbing her breasts in fistfuls, Nuru pounded away at her, hunching his back to get inside, sometimes slapping her ass and her thighs. Enya wasn't in real pain: after so many days of this wild fucking and biting, she had become numbed to the whole thing. But she was gasping and sobbing because she was helpless to escape this: the empty and seemingly endless existence of a sex slave to a loveless and practically faceless being. As Nuru banged himself deeply inside, clicking her teeth in her head, making her breasts fly, she wanted to die.

When he had come, Nuru let Enya fall forward on her face and sniffle herself into silence.

"Come now," she heard him say somewhere behind her. His paw smoothed down her back and over the curve of her soft little buttocks, a comforting gesture that he usually gave to Enya when it was over and she lay on her face in the dirt (her legs were usually still bound by the vines and lifted behind her, open and spread, while she lay on her belly and sobbed into her arms). His voice was so mocking and cold! She wanted to strangle him.

"It isn't so bad, is it?" Nuru asked her gently. When no answer came, he leaned down close to Enya's ear and whispered, "And look -- I've brought you food! You mortals need food, don't you? I had forgotten."

Enya dragged a miserable paw under her nose and looked around. Nuru had conjured a basket of grapes seemingly out of no where, and taking one from the basket, he pressed it to her lips.

"Eat, you tender little thing, you. And if you eat it all up, I'll let you belong to Aidan for a while. She's more gentle with you than I, isn't she? And she won't ride you very hard with her fist."

Enya gulped down a sob and allowed Nuru to push the grape into her lips. He pushed his finger in after it, and she knew she was supposed to suck it. She did, her blue eyes flashing bitter resentment.

"There you go," Nuru whispered lovingly. Crouched over her, he started feeding Enya more grapes from the basket, and as she chewed and swallowed, she held back a little gasp when she suddenly felt his fingers gliding in her sex. She wanted to shut her thighs against him, but the first time she had ever done that, she'd earned a sharp smack across the face, and later after fighting him again, a very hard spanking across his lap. So she said not a word as the grapes were fed to her mouth and sat there with her thighs wide open, biting back her little sobs when Nuru's skilled fingers gave her a caress that was particularly pleasing. She moaned inside. Oh, no! Her clit was swelling again! And she knew without a doubt that he would leave her this way: throbbing and hungry and suffering in her passion, a prisoner of her vines and helpless to give herself any relief.

"You gasp and those blue eyes grow round as if you'd never been fingered before," Nuru observed in amusement. "Come now. Surely someone besides I has touched these wet and sweet smelling lips?"

Enya said nothing. She wasn't supposed to anyway, and Nuru seemed pleased.

"Very good. You have been a very good plaything, little mortal. Very obedient. I think we can let you walk free now. What do you think?" he whispered, patting her mane, and she cringed away from his touch: she was his pet! Nothing more! He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, and suddenly very sick of it all, Enya bit his tongue when it filled her mouth. Her pinpoint fangs did not let go, and trapped in this painful snare -- least he pull back and lose his tongue -- Nuru went rigid. Enya held on long enough to grab Nuru's balls and twist them very hard. He howled and fell back in the dirt, and shooting to her feet, Enya flew from the cave and into the valley.

The Secret Valley. Though Enya did not know the true name of the place, she nevertheless stood paralyzed a moment as the beauty of the valley hit her afresh. She had not been free of the cave for a long time, and now standing still on the summit, the wind ruffling fur and mane, she saw the glowing waves of green, blue, and white spreading away from her in an endless, sweeping slope: grass and flowers, trees and butterflies. More caves like her own little prison lined the bottom of the valley, and Enya knew Theo was being kept a prisoner in one of them, but which one? She flared her nostrils, sucking in the air desperately for his smell. But hearing Nuru's muffled cursing in the cave behind her, she fled through the wild flowers and grass and burst into the first cave she came across.

Luckily, Theo happened to be inside.

So was Aidan.

Enya stood frozen in the mouth of the cave. In the shadows and gloom, among the usual cloud of butterflies, Enya could see Theo lying on the ground. He was being held down by the vines, and sitting on his erect organ, Aidan was slowly and deeply working herself up and down, her eyes hooded in her building lust, her little shrill screams echoing against the cavern walls. Theo was moaning and grunting, whispering Roan's name as Aidan rode him. She could see his toes curling, his tail lashing across the floor beneath him as Aidan's wet pussy no doubt became too much. Neither of them seemed to notice Enya. Theo, in fact, looked as drowsy as if he'd been drugged.

In a sudden fit of desperation, Enya lunged into the cave and grabbed Aidan by the mane. Aidan looked around in alarm, then started screaming and fighting as wildly as the most rabid and starving wolf from the sickliest regions of the world. Her fangs flashed and her eyes flew open wide and she pounced on Enya like a wildcat, snarling and tearing at Enya's fur with her nails.

But Zalia had raised a fighter, and Enya gave back snarl for snarl and bite for bite with the serious glint in her eye of a warrior. She kicked Aidan away from her with her feet, and sitting up breathless after the struggle, she saw the glowing white wolf hit the wall with a nasty smack and sink to the ground. Aidan was knocked out cold.

Without hesitating, Enya ignored her stinging cuts and bites and scrambled to Theo. She started prying the vines from his wrists and ankles, but Theo didn't even try to help her: he just lay there looking dazed. And when Enya slapped him a few times on his cheeks and told him to get up, he looked at her with crossed eyes.

"Roan?" Theo whispered, and taking Enya by surprise, he sat up and kissed her, tongue and all.

Enya pulled back, flushed. "Theo! We don't have time for --"

"Roan, baby!" Theo cried happily, cupping Enya's face with one paw. He kissed her again, smashing her lips to his in a brief and loving smack. When he pulled back and gazed at her with doting eyes, she realized what was the matter: Theo was still under Aidan's spell. The wolves of the valley used magic to make their slaves see their heart's desire, Enya knew, for she had believed for the longest time that Nuru was in fact Yuri. But the spell had eventually worn off. Aidan's Glamour, however, had not left Theo's dazed eyes.

"Yes, it's me, Theo," Enya patiently lied. "It's Roan. I've come to rescue you! Now come on -- get up -- we have to get out of here!"

Enya was relieved when Theo stood, and together, they fled the cave, fled the valley, and fled the gathering crowd of wolves who emerged from their caves to pursue them.