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Chapter Six

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Love Acknowledged

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Third Week, Summer 2, Year 1580

"Sera Riverside, have you any plans for Threedy night," inquired Healer Wind of his receptionist.

"Why, no ser," the surprised otter fem replied.

"Good. Er. That is, it's good that you don't. I mean ..." Healer Wind shook his head in frustration. That was not how he had intended to express himself. [Tell her it's good she doesn't have anything to do. Clever, Edvard, clever,] he scolded himself.

Otalia giggled lightly. "Ser, I know what you meant."

"Alright then. What I am trying to do is invite you to attend a presentation of 'Monkeys' with me. You know? That musical about the singing, dancing simians? The hospital's board is a big sponsor of the theater group and it's expected that we take turns attending their shows. Seems that it's my turn and I really wouldn't enjoy it alone." He sighed. "My mate just doesn't feel up to going out to a show."

"But ser, I don't have clothing for formal affairs!"

"Not needed. This isn't like a fancy opera - most furrs attending will be coming straight from where they work. There's a buffet provided for us to get something for supper before the show starts."

"Why - well yes. I'd be delighted to. You know, I've only ever just heard of plays - I've never seen one."

"You're in for a pleasant evening then. I'm told the songs in this musical are wonderful."

First Week, Summer 3, Year 1580

The young furrs in the Geography class looked up from what they were doing when the instructor said, "Class, we have a new member. This is Rayo Mairo. Her family has just moved here from High City. I know that you will all be properly courteous and welcoming to her."

Gordon thought his heart was going to stop when his vision focused on the tall siamese who walked into the classroom. To his stunned eyes, she didn't walk, she flowed. He had never seen a non-tiger felinoid fem so tall - why, she was as tall as Lightning!

Her fur shaded from almost white on her body to a rich rose-pink on her ears, tail, gloves and socks. Her face was a dark pink mask. And her eyes! He felt hypnotized by them. They were a brilliant blue - he'd never seen a cat with blue eyes before.

"Gordon. Gordon! Hey, world to Gordon! Are you there?" The black panther sitting next to him sounded a bit irritated.

"Hrm? Did you say something, Lightning?" responded Gordon dreamily, still staring at the siamese.

"Well, yes. I asked you - THREE times - if we're going to that new movie tonight. You know the one - 'Batwolf Begins'."

It slowly penetrated Gordon's consciousness that there was a distinct note of aggravation in Lightning's voice. Shaking his head, he tore his gaze from the fem and turned to his companion.

"Oh. Oh sure. Yes."

Lightning sighed. "Gordon, you've seen fems before. What's making you act so foolish?"

"I don't know. She's just ... she's just special."

"Huh?"

"I don't know. She just is."

Lightning snorted.

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"Otalia, I think I need to buy you dinner."

"Ser?" She blinked rapidly a few times, wondering what he meant. Was she appearing starved?

"Well, next week is the Annual Audit of the Hospital by the Council. After it's finally over, we are going to be too tired to enjoy much of anything. I already know that everything is as it should be. So, since I want to reward you - even though it's in advance - for all the fine work you've done in keeping this, this paperwork dungeon organized properly to keep the bureaucrats from making my life miserable, I think I should feed you."

The startled otter didn't know what to say for a moment. After all, she was just doing her job. "But, Ser Healer, that's not necessary. I'm just doing what you pay me to do!"

"That's as may be, but do you realize how many secretaries I had before you? I can tell you, not one of them kept so much minutiae from getting to my desk and I deeply appreciate that. Besides, since when does a self-respecting otter turn down a meal at the finest fish restaurant in town?"

Otalia giggled slightly at that. "Very well, Ser Dictatorial Healer, I am but your lowly servant and must do your bidding. When?"

"Tomorrow. Please don't think you need to dress formally, but do bring a non-work outfit in. I'll even be changing from my usual to a suit like any businessfurr."

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On the morrow, after the close of the day's business, the two changed into "out-of-work" clothing and exited the hospital.

The Merry Dolphin was indeed the finest fish restaurant in Capitol City. Indeed, many furrs claimed it was the best in the entire Lands, even better than the ones up by the Vast Lakes. Healer Wind was a regular customer and they were promptly seated.

Two hours later, Otalia sat back in her chair with a totally-satiated sigh of satisfaction. "Ser Heal- that is, Edvard, this was wonderful. I haven't eaten such perfectly-prepared food since I was a kit in Mother's kitchen."

"I'm so pleased you approved, especially with such a high standard of comparison," the tod replied. He grinned at her. "I don't suppose you could possibly be biased, could you?"

They relaxed with after-meal brandies. Wind drew Otalia Riverside out, getting her to tell him all about her early life. He silently told himself that he was lucky to have such an exemplary employee. She had amazing drive, to have brought herself up from life on a just-above-subsistence farm to being a top-notch administrator at the finest hospital in Capitol City.

Afterward, he had the taxicab take them the long way through the city to her apartment building - they went past the illuminated government buildings, enjoying the clever use of colored floodlights and spotlights on the elaborate facades. After he dropped her off and was on his way home, he couldn't help comparing Otalia's refreshing joy in the few little things he'd done to entertain her with his mate's now-constant surliness.

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Second Week, Summer 3, Year 1580

Gordon didn't know what to do. He loved Lightning, he always had. But Rayo! Just the thought of her made him tingle all over. He'd taken to "coincidentally" showing up wherever he thought she'd be. He had a hard time focusing on what she said - instead of words, her voice seemed to him to be music.

He'd have liked Lightning to come with him tonight; he was taking Rayo out to dinner. But the panther just growled and walked away when he asked.

Gordon shook himself. Now was time to pay attention to the beautiful furr holding his arm as they walked into the Fins For Furrs restaurant.

The evening passed quickly. To Gordon, it seemed to last only a few minutes. He didn't notice what he ate - fish, fowl or flesh - his attention was totally focused on the slender siamese.

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It was almost more than she could stand - Healer Wind was so nice. And so handsome. And he seemed to really like her as a furr, not just as an employee.

They'd eaten together several times, then once he took Otalia to the theater to attend a play when his mate refused to consider leaving their home.

Now, they'd finished a long week with a lot of problems at the hospital. Both of them were mentally exhausted - her job had rapidly grown to be far more than receptionist; she was handling many problems on her own to keep them from swarming onto his desk.

On an impulse, instead of her taking public transportation home, Wind asked her if she wanted to get out of the city for a little while. Delighted with the idea, she promptly acquiesced - he got his car from the hospital garage and took her out to where the city's lights were just barely discernable in the distance. The evening was clear and cool.

Parked on a country road, he put the top down on the groundcar - they both leaned back in their seats, just letting the sound and smell of Nature soak in.

She found herself wanting to wrap her arms around his shoulders, letting herself embrace him as well.

They looked around, the clean air flushing their senses. The moon above was out early, full and bright. On the far side of the meadow were little groves of trees. Otalia gazed happily across the meadow. "This is so beautiful, Edvard. It's so nice to get away from the city's smells!"

"Come. I'll show you something that I discovered a long time ago." He led her across the meadow. She marveled at the ground - it was as smooth as someone's yard, although the grasses and wildflowers were quite tall.

"You see that stream that runs across - over there, just behind that grove of willows?"

"Ye-ess ..."

"Well ..." He brought her up to a huge weeping willow. "Now, you'll have to duck a bit and be careful of your headfur." He reached out and swept back a large bundle of the dangling thin branches. His paw on her arm to steady her, he helped her step through the opening.

When she saw where he had brought her, she gasped.

It was a cliff-side grotto completely enclosed on the ground by trees, but wide-open to the sky at top. A rivulet of the stream churned across the far side, splashing and chuckling on the rocks. The ground where they stood had rich short grass - bordering it right up against the trees were large mounds of moss. The grass was packed with flowers that preferred shade - the rich soil made them grow with enthusiasm. The air smelled rich and damp. She inhaled deeply and thought: [If only someone could make a perfume like this ...]

"Nice perfume, isn't it?"

She almost jumped out of her fur. How had he read her mind? But he was oblivious to her startlement, and she realized that they were simply thinking alike.

That was the moment she made up her mind. His freely-offered sympathy when she broke down in his office, whereas another boss would likely have fired her; his rage at the skunk mel who attempted to molest her; his loudly-roaring laughter when she whisperingly confessed that she got away by kicking the skunk in his balls so hard he curled up in a whimpering ball; his childish delight at the ice cream parlor that she'd shown him; his physical charm ... and now this. It was just too much - she decided that, although she could not displace his mate, she certainly could substitute.

"Edvard."

"Hrm?" He turned his head toward her.

She reached up and put her arms around his neck. "I want you."

"You what?"

"I want your body. I want you to mate with me."

"Oh my dear - I'd imagined, but I couldn't hope ... Are you sure about this?"

"Very sure, my dear healer."

Together, they sank to the soft grass and moss. He kissed her lightly, then he brought his muzzle up to her ears and nibbled on them. As she quivered from the sensations that shot through her body, he brought his muzzle back down to hers and pressed it hard onto her lips. Her lips parted under the pressure - his tongue slipped into her mouth. She almost jumped at the sensation - a warm, wet, probing part of him was burrowing into her! Then she instinctively responded, tilting her head so their muzzles would interlock, sliding her tongue around and around his. His tongue retreated to behind his lips, but hers followed and they continued to tongue each other's mouths.

With a gasp, he broke free of her muzzle and sat partway up. "Here, let me help you undress," he said.

She started to undo her belt, but he stopped her with a paw. "No, I want to remove everything."

She smiled and laid back.

Edvard quickly doffed his boots, tunic and trousers. He hesitated for a moment, then peeled his shorts off.

She was wearing a dark-blue short skirt and smooth pale-blue shirt today. He undid her belt, then unfastened her skirt and pulled it down. As he bent to free it from her ankles, his sensitive vulpinoid nose came close to her panties. When her mustelid musk struck his nose, he swayed, almost tipping over. It was wonderful!

He undid her shirt-buttons quickly, tempted to just grab the shirt and rip it open. Reminding himself that he was not something crude like a wolf or a bear, but was a fox, the most graceful of all mammals, he gently pushed it back over her arms and off.

As she lay there clad only in her halter and panties, he crouched nude over her. He commenced massaging her shoulders, not hard but steadily, working his claws gently into her fur. She moaned and closed her eyes - he slid an arm behind her back and undid the halter-clasp.

Pulling it away, he felt like he'd been struck - her breasts were perfect rounds, just the right size for caressing and mouthing. She had huge aureoles; the nipples themselves were already hardening and erecting.

He kissed her, then he dipped his head and kissed each nipple in turn. She gasped at the feeling, then when he suckled on them, she whined. Tipping his face toward hers, he asked, "Not good?"

"Oh Edvard - so very very good!"

Edvard was feeling younger and better than he had in years. He spoke to her: "Dear Otalia? Please pinch me."

Otalia blinked. "What?"

"Just pinch me."

Wondering if he was going to want some sort of painful loving, she reached around and wrenched a piece of his rump.

He sighed happily. "Ahhhhh ... it is real!"

She giggled. "Did you think I was imaginary?"

"Well, you are a dream come true." He brought his paws to her hips. Hooking his fingers into the band of her panties, he slid them down off her slender hips.

Pressing their warm bodies against each other, her arms slipped around him once more. Not pinching anything this time, just enwrapping him.

She gazed into his eyes. She could feel his cock pressing against her stomach: warm, throbbing with hard desire, and a little wet. She peered down at it, and saw precum seeping out of him. Raising her eyes, she took his paw and brought it to her own sex, letting him feel her desire for him. Her loins felt like they were on fire.

He let out a long hiss as he felt her heat. He caressed her softly, sliding his finger through her soft vaginal lips. His other arm stroked her long hair. "By the All, Otalia, you're more beautiful than any of these flowers."

As his finger stroked the inside of the sweet fem, he felt that she was tight. Suddenly, he realized that she was tighter than he would have expected. "Otalia, sweet sweet otter ..."

"Yes, my big foxy?"

"Are - are you still a virgin?"

Her face flushed and she turned her face away from his. "Yes," she whispered in a tiny voice. "Is - is that a problem? You don't w-want me?"

He used his free paw to twist her back to facing him directly. "No. Nothing you do, nothing you are, nothing you want could make me not want you. I just want you to enjoy this. You know that it's going to hurt a bit?"

"Yes, Edvard, I have graduated from High School - I took all the required courses including Health," she said with a big smile.

He smiled back at her, and resumed carefully working his finger into her. He curled it up gently and rubbed the little rough spot within her. All her fingers and toes clenched as tightly as they could.

They brought their muzzles together and kissed deeply. Lingering in the kiss, his nose becoming overwhelmed with her mingled scents from her hair, her body and her sex, he thought that he could happily sleep forever if he could just be soaked in them.

Lifting his muzzle from hers, he murred to her - "Relax, my love. Let me do what we both need."

Her huge brown eyes gazed into his. She loved him, trusted him, wanted him.

He stroked his finger in and out, in and out, pausing every few strokes to scratch at her inside. While his longest finger worked her sex, his thumb and another finger felt around, then seized upon her clit. Gently pinching the wee lump, he rolled it back and forth. He used his other palm to rub circles all over her sex.

She gasped and arched her back toward him. She'd rubbed herself before, enough to get relief, but never had it felt like this. She realized that she was whimpering. Her muzzle sagged open and moaned. He continued his massage of her sex: rubbing, squeezing, scratching ...

She felt something like tiny feet running up her spine, and her belly muscles seemed to have minds of their own. Her breathing became shallow, her eyes rolled up in their sockets.

He kissed her sweetly, gently - she wanted to moan but suppressed it.

The fox whispered in her ear. Her mind was spinning, she couldn't make sense of the words - all that came through was an overwhelming feeling of love. Then, like a bolt of lightning, an overwhelming rush of pleasure swept over her from her sex.

Whining loudly, she arched her back sharply and writhed under his touch. He told her to let go, to be his. She did. Her vaginal lips clamped as tightly as they could, gripping his probing finger. She cried out wordlessly, calling out her pleasure. Her claws sank into his backfur and she pulled herself tightly up against him as she rode her first-ever true climax.

Edvard stared at her face - she was the most beautiful thing that he'd ever seen - and to think that he'd brought her to this! He slowly pulled his finger from her sex's grip. When he did, she said, "No, no, please ..."

"We're not done, my sweet Otalia otter."

His cock was extended to its fullest, feeling harder than it ever had before. He gripped it and rubbed the cockhead up and down her slit. Her juice was oozing out; it blended with his precum, lubricating him.

Slowly, he slid the head within her until he felt the light resistance of her virginity. He pressed his muzzle to hers, slipping his tongue into her wet mouth. She stroked his tongue with hers until he pulled it back out, his cock pushing into her in step with his tongue's withdrawal.

He shuddered at the feeling of breaking through, surprising himself with a deep moan. Her body, her voice made no objection - her responding groan was obviously one of desire, not of pain. His hips dropped onto hers, slowly shoving his entire length in.

He pulled his muzzle from hers, moving it to her neck. He gently nipped her neck once, then twice, then took a fold of her neckskin in his teeth and gently moved his head from side to side, making her submit. Her skin and fur tasted better than ... better than ice cream!

Her responding moans made it clear that she submitted. She was gasping from the short sharp pain of breaching and from having him fill her.

As he murred happily, he lapped her hard pink nipples.

Her quivers from her initial climax hadn't stopped; as he started very slowly stroking in and out up tightly to his knot while he licked and nibbled and sucked her nipples, her back arched again, even higher than the first time.

Her moans became higher and louder, peaking into a rapid series of shrill barks.

The fire in her sex felt like it was washing all over her body, making her skin ripple. All the hair on her back and breast and neck and scalp seemed to stand on end. She wanted him, she wanted more of him. Her sex clenched on his cock as he stroked.

Her instincts took over and her body began thrusting up and down with his. She felt him sinking completely into her with each stroke. Suddenly he shoved harder than ever before and she felt his swollen knot pop through her clenching nether lips, sinking into her. His strokes became short and fast.

Her every sense seemed to grow with her sense of touch. She looked around wildly, staring at the ancient willows looming over them - they seemingly radiated approval. She thought that she could hear chimes playing the most wonderful music she had ever heard - she suddenly realized that it was the merry burbling of the tiny stream in the grotto. The smell of the flowers and grass crushed beneath their bodies mingled with the scent of his sex and her sex and their mutual sweat.

Her nostrils flared and she inhaled as deeply as she could, swelling her body. She let the air rush back out in a scream: "I'm cuummmmiinnngggg!"

He couldn't hold back any longer and he arched his own back, letting loose a wild series of yips that tapered off as his multiple gushes flooded her burning sex with cum.

They both fell limp, his knot locked into her. They lay there shuddering, his weight crushing her into the grassy bed.

After a bit, he roused enough to start to shift from being on top of her to being beside her. She said, "No. Please don't. Stay."

He smiled down at her, knowing that he'd never seen anything or anyfurr more beautiful. Edvard rested his weight on his knees and arms - he ran his eyes up and down Otalia's length again and again. She seemed to glow in the moonlight. [What have I done to deserve this darling otter?] he marveled.

They lay there for a long time in silence, listening to the water's music, smelling the grove's fragrance, feeling each other's bodies. Even after his swollen knot relaxed, even after his cock lost its swelling, his cockbone enabled him to keep it inside her. Neither one wanted to speak, neither one wanted to move.