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"Demon Hunter. Wake up.You must wake up." I groaned as I struggled to open my eyes. They felt frozen shut. My throat burned, raw from the cold, and I coughed out a choking gasp as my body was shaken again by urgent hands. Warm hands. My nose twitched, catching the scent of fire, perfume. Fresh food even. I must have been hallucinating. I was in the middle of the impassable pass, a week from civilization. No one could have found me out here...

"The snow is getting worse sir. You must get up."

I realized I had started to drift again. Her voice was urgent, but soft. I managed to wrench my eyes open this time. Her face was illuminated by a small lantern she put in the snow, shadows dancing on her long, narrow muzzle. Her fur was the softest grey I had ever seen. Like the silver sheen of fog on a spring lake. Her eyes a piercing sapphire blue. I could see the fire in them. They looked warm. They smiled, those eyes. Always smiled. Like she heard a song playing far off in the distance. I smiled too. Lucky wolf was I, to be brought to the afterlife by such a beautiful kami...

"Drink this. Then we must go. It is not far sir."

My eyes had shut again. Then something hot, bitter poured into my mouth. I nearly choked on the thin syrup, barely swallowing half of what she poured, the rest sticking to my black fur, matting and freezing in the wind. The tonic settled in my chest like a warm buoyant weight, and I managed to open my eyes again, to sit up and take another breath. My saviour offered another lid full of that warm elixir, and I drank it eagerly, feeling returning to my limbs.

"You are kami-blessed sir." she said, voice full of concern. She shuffled closer to offer her shoulder, to help me stand. "The House is not far. Any longer in this blizzard and you would have frozen to death."

I couldn't form a reply. My throat still felt raw, my tongue frozen. I nodded, and followed her slow steps. My feet were so numb I nearly fell over every time the wind gusted. I could see nothing beyond the warm bubble of lamplight she carried as we walked. I was sure I was dead- wandering through a dark grey void, doomed to haunt the mountain I came to save, another cursed spirit sucking the life from travelers...

"We are here sir. You must remove your coat, or you will freeze in it."

Her voice brought me back from morbid wanderings.I realized she had been half-carrying me for a while, my arm resting on her back as we shuffled forward together. She was almost as tall as I was, or I would have drug her down to a frozen death as well. But we stood in front of a sliding door, the house built half into a mountain, snow piled to the base of the steep roof. The firelight flickering inside the house was the only thing visible in the cruel darkness. My savior pulled open the door, and half pushed me inside, where I collapsed in an ungraceful heap. The floor was warm. Very warm. A thin tatami mat, heated from below. I stretched out on it, fully content to sleep right there in the entrance hall. I didn't care where I was, only cared that the wind no longer ripped at my ears, that my lungs no longer burned with every breath, that I was finally warm. I felt half deaf, as my ears twitched and tried to clear themselves of snow. Within seconds, I was laying in a puddle of water. My clothes, the thick wool yukata had been covered in a thousand, ten thousand pounds of snow that quickly melted in the blessed, blessed warmth.

"Our guest seems to be exhausted. Have you had your way with him already Kiri?" I heard an amused voice observe. A new voice, high and beautiful, like bird song. There was something strange about it. Like an echo or an overtone. Something that made the fur along my spine twitch.

"Forgiveness Sensei, but I have not yet been able to get him out of his clothes." She answered. My savior, her voice a warm river comforting river, washing away the cold. The one who the other called Kiri. They both laughed, then I felt Kiri's hands again, as she made me sit up, took off my soaking coat. I tried to croak out a thank you, but managed to only start another coughing fit, gasping for warm air as my lungs stretched out, no longer in the cruel grip of the cold. My eyes slowly cleared of snowmelt and tears, and Kiri the hearth spirit was even more beautiful than the winter kami I had been expecting.

She had shed her heavy outer coat, and beneath wore a silken red robe, which danced with embroidery of golden fire and silver smoke. The light, effervescent fabric could not hope to contain her, but it was the perfect adornment for her body, emphasizing every beautiful curve of her outline. I could see the shadow of her brilliant silver pelt beneath, and it was cut low, so I see could how her fur faded and became pure white as it trailed to her chest, more pure and beautiful than the snow that had nearly killed me moments before. I was no innocent man. I had saved many humble villages with grateful daughters, traveled to great cities of renowned geisha, but nowhere have I ever laid my eyes upon a wolfess as beautiful as she. Her muzzle was delicate, her eyes kind. Her body filled with quiet strength hidden in soft curves. My tail wagged like a pup, and I smiled at her with a dumb guileless pleasure. She must be a goddess. A Kami of the mountain, sent to save my life. I would do anything for her. I would live out my days here on this mountain for her. I would cut her firewood until my hands were calloused over, hunt the lands for game to fill her bowl, toil and tear at the earth so that it would bloom flowers, only one in a thousand perfect and beautiful enough to adorn her.

She stood close to me, her eyes nearly on my level. I called them sapphires before, but that was a lie. A lie, for no gem sparkled with such clarity, such fire, such life as her eyes. She smiled as I stood there gawking. Her hands traced along my body, and I felt life return to my frozen muscles as her claws traced circles in my pelt. Her touch was firm, and warm, like river stones left in the sun of summer. I could only hope she was amused by my blatant wonder and affection. I would dash myself on rocks for that smile. I would cross burning coals! She could have asked me to march right back out into the snow, naked as I was, and I would have done it in a heartbeat. I was so enraptured by her appearance that she had stripped me of my wet clothes before I realized what had happened.

Naked. I was naked. She took a step back, her eyes examining my body, freed from the soaking clothes that had leached the warmth from my bones. She chuckled demurely, muzzle crinkled in pleasure as I withered under her scrutiny. Warmth returned all too quickly to my cheeks, and I felt myself burning in embarrassment, fully exposed before this goddess. My black fur was grime and soot before her. I felt as if my whole body out of proportion- my legs? Too long, too thin, I teetered like a scarecrow. My tail? Unseemly, a beastly brush, a thing of spikes and chaos- hers was a glimmering mercury river. My chest? Scarred from battle, thin spots over my flat stomach. My arms were like an ape's, clumsy, ridiculous. My back surely hunched. I was an Ogre- How dare I be naked in her presence?! My maleness, my dark sheath and pendulous balls were a gross obscenity. A barbaric symbol of lust and brutish domination. I covered myself with my hands, even as I felt my arousal grow, my mind capturing her every curve, and twisting them in endless fantasies. She didn't even have to ask- already I turned to bury myself in the snowstorm. Anything to stop the blasphemy my material mind already spun within.

Then I noticed, remembered, we were not alone. A crimson dragon was in the hall too. His smile was no less amused than Kiri's, but his eyes pierced me. They too were blue, but they did not capture the warmth like Kiri's. No, his were colder than the wind outside, deep glaciers of mystery and power. My amber eyes met his and all profane thoughts left me. His voice came again, like a bird song, but I didn't hear the words. I stared at him dumbly, as he sang something to me, or to Kiri. White hair cascaded from his head, like a mane. He had antlers, which glittered in torchlight. His bearing was noble, but predatory. He was lean, and I felt like a mouse being watched by a hawk. Long whiskers trailed behind him as he walked closer, his throat white, with gold crescent markings., repeating, over and over. They were there on his snout too. Those crescents, bridging those eyes... those eyes I could not look away from. He gave me something. Kiri laughed somewhere... far away... Again the sound of birdsong. Then, he turned away. Golden robes trailing on the floor, his long tail brushing my muzzle.

I realized I was holding a black robe, the same cut as theirs. The silk was like liquid in my paws, and I hurriedly pulled it on and tied it shut. Kiri gave a little sigh and pouted, but took my hand and pulled me deeper into the house.

"What is your name Demon Hunter?"

"Kage" I answered

"Cute" she said with a happy giggle as she pulled me deeper into the house. Together we walked through endless hallways, deeper into the mountain. Past mysterious gardens, with ceilings of glittering glass, full of trees and fragrant flowers. We passed rooms full of paintings, twisting ethereal forms that danced upon the parchment. And we passed rooms that were drawn shut by heavy silk curtains, where I could smell spice, and smoke, and a hint of blood.

I was thoroughly lost by the time she pulled me into one of those rooms. It was small, and lit by lanterns that seemed to float in the air. The walls were covered with tapestry, depicting spring, cherry blossoms in bloom. We sat on cushions at a low wood table, and there again was the crimson dragon. He poured tea for himself, for us, and two others. A pair of foxes, a vixen and a todd. They could have been twins. They could have been Kitsune. As ethereal and beautiful as Kiri, their expressions wreathed in elegant lashes, twitching whiskers betraying curiosity and interest. They introduced themselves as Iori and Mayumi. Their fur was the same mercurial silver as Kiri's. The vixen, Mayumi's was trimmed short, revealing every curve of her graceful figure beneath an emerald robe. She curled close against the crimson dragon, her devotion evident in her every motion. Her tail tip was black, like it was dipped in ink as it curled around the dragon's hip.

To contrast, Iori's fur was thick, and full, fighting against the chill of winter. It created a feminine silhouette and gave him an air of mystery. He leaned forward, toward us as we join him and his master. His ears pricked upward, drinking in every detail of my body. His robe was a deep unyielding violet, a richness of color that hid more than even my black garment. We sat together at that low table, warm tea, rice, exotic fruits, and other dishes I couldn't name spread before us. The smell of warm food hit me as a physical force. Immediately, I was ravenous. Kiri and Iori served me, as Reika reclined, the vixen hanging off of his arm. We ate in silence the food and drink slowly recovering my strength.

My breath caught every time Kiri leaned against me, her body so warm against mine. But, Iori's touch... it was electric. The table we sat at was small, our bodies naturally pressed together, our tails intertwined. I couldn't tell whose tail lay over mine, teasing, flicking and twining. The gentle, warm touch of the todd's hand against mine as he gave me another mug of tea, his firm thigh against mine, slim hip curved against me as he reached for more drink or a shallow bowl of steaming rice. Strange, new fantasies danced in my mind, like figures in the mist. They had to remind me to eat, Kiri and Iori offering me the best morsels, brushing their hands on my muzzle, tickling my whiskers with their breath as we shared a cup or bowl.

When I could not bear another bite, when I felt again like a wolf of civilization, warm, fed, clothed, and not like a mongrel orphan doomed to die in the wilderness, we left the table, and retired to a sitting room full of low couches, of kotatsu and woven quilts. Books and scrolls of every description overfilled shelves built into the walls. Kiri guided me to sit down, drew the ori of the kotatsu over my legs. I felt the tips of her fingers brush the inside of my thigh and I couldn't help but shiver. Iori curled up under my arm, his hand on my chest. I looked at him in surprise, but his blue eyes were filled with concern.

"Inside you are still cold, Kage. We must fill you with warmth, or you will fade away." his voice was so soft, so light that I leaned forward to hear him, drawn closer by his earnest concern. He leaned in too, and tucked his chin under mine. My nose caught the scent of warm spice, of fir trees and charcoal on his. None of the light sweetness of Aiko or his sister. It was strange to me, to have another male so close, so intimately pressed to my body. But, I could not bear to complain. He was so soft, so warm and tight against me. I certainly did not complain as Aiko sat behind me, pulling us to recline against her warm full frame. My eartips tickled her chin, and I realized with a blush I rested in her generous bosom. My beast threatened to stir again, robe loose under the blankets. I felt a hand tracing my thigh, and I truly did not know who it belonged to. It was so hard to care, comfortable and warm, the storm still raging beyond thick windows, impenetrable chaos of ice and darkness. Reika and Mayumi settled across from us, his cool eyes amused and unsurprised by my indulgence, my weakness. Mayumi was blatant in her affection of their master, kissing his neck, curling her tail around his hip, her body pressed to his. But the dragon's gaze never left mine. I shivered. I couldn't look away. The light of his iris was endlessly deep, whispering to me of forbidden chasms and yearning skies. I felt my breathing match his own.

My eyes were released by a flash of starlight. A silver lion came in, catching the reflection of the fire and distracting Reika. The servant's mane was as black as a foreign sky, twinkling with hidden stars. He bowed low, and placed a vase capped with a small bowl, glittering with tiny coal-embers upon the kotatsu. I must have looked inquisitive, for Reika answered my unasked question.

"Hookah." he explained. "We burn tobacco, and spices, and syrup. It will revive your lungs. Awaken your gelid mind." his voice sang. It was hard to make out the words. The lion bowed again, but gave me a final look as he retreated. His eyes glittered with mischief, and for a moment I thought I saw... pity? A thick heady scent in the air drew my attention away when Reika drew a deep breath from the velvet clad hose, the glass tip captured in ivory fangs. I even caught a glimpse of his forked tongue, briefly twined around the opening. I shuddered instinctively, and I swear Kiri and Iori purred in sympathy. After an eternity, Reika breathed out, releasing curling fountains of white smoke from his pursed lips. His eyes were narrowed in pleasure, and I was sharply reminded of the stories of my childhood. Iniquitous dragons and dragon-oni, who lived solely for pleasure and reveled in indolence. As if he could read my thoughts, his gaze pierced me, never leaving my own. His eyes captured mine, and my breath caught. Claws dug lustily into my fur. My body tensed, I could feel the heat of my own arousal on my thigh. I could feel Kiri pull me close, the curve of her chest tight against the line of my back. Iori's passion, insistent and firm, so strangely alluring against my hip. Reika took another long drag, releasing the air in his lungs even as he held us all in thrall. This time the smoke drifted around me, seeming to curl around my neck, to settle in my fur. Cinnamon, vanilla, pepper, sandalwood. I couldn't help but lean closer, my mind tried to capture every note in the scent of that smoke. Reika's long golden tail flowed out, an eel drifting from a hidden ocean cavern. It carried the glass nozzle to me, tipped up with the weight of velvet hose. Pendulous, full of purpose. His tail offered me that indulgence, as he leaned back and kissed Mayumi deeply. I was free of his eyes, but, not free of him. I watched as Mayumi surrendered to the dragon, her robe falling past her shoulder. I watched the curve of her neck, as she trembled and leaned forward into his arms. His golden claws twisted around her possessively, lying over her shoulder, the small of her back. One beneath her robe, his movements suggested, but not known to me. The vixen gasped in pleasure, and I realized I had been holding my breath. The hookah-pipe still lay before me, dangling from Reika's tail.

"Drink deep" He sang.

But he had not left that passionate embrace. The command slithered in my mind, echoing over and over. My hands were trapped. I suddenly realized one rested on Iori's thigh, his own paw firm against the back of my own, his fur soft and thick between my fingers. His free hand flew across my chest, amethyst claws tracing the line of my collarbone.

"Do not be afraid Kage" he whispered in my ear.

I felt his teeth upon by skin. Kiri's hands slipped lower, past my midriff. I couldn't breathe. Iori leaned past me, his delicate muzzle brushing mine, our whiskers intertwined. His hand was so firm on my thigh, curving in to steady himself, tangled in the thick fur. He captured the pipe with his teeth, tugging it closer, wrapping his lips around it, drawing in smoke. My length throbbed in its sheath.

"Iori will show you, Kage." I felt more than heard Kiri's voice in my other ear. I tensed, startled. I wondered, briefly, what she meant. A thousand fantasies flashed in my head in a furious thunderstorm, drowning out any other thoughts. My eyes watched his muzzle, as it parted, Reika's tail drawing back the pipe. He tilted his head, and his lips met mine.

His breath pushed into me, like rain from an empty sky. I gasped, I sucked in the thick heavy smoke from his own lungs. I tasted the scent of cinnamon, of fir trees, of spice, of him. I felt him straddle my thigh, his slender limbs tangling with my own. I felt heat on my stomach, I felt his claws cling to my chest as I breathed in. My lungs were bellows, fanning a forbidden flame as we kissed. We separated, and I watched his face, blue eyes hooded in pleasure. The pipe was there again, and this time I drew from it. I felt my lungs burn as they filled with heavy smoke, like a serpent coiling in my chest, but I leaned forward and shared again with the fox in my lap. My tongue chased my breath into his mouth, and again I tasted him. I groaned to feel him draw me in, breath and body. His muzzle was narrow, warm. Eagerly he drank of me, thrumming in my arms, pressing ever closer. He was like the first thaw after winter, and I the spring blooms. My roots dug deep into him, drawing up life, a forbidden philtre that made me giddier with every breath. The heat of our lengths brushed together, separated only by the barest hint of silk. My hand found its place at the small of his back, holding him close, counting every twitch of his tail.

Too soon, too soon he drew away, tucking his muzzle into the hollow of my throat. Twisting away so that his heat, his arousal, was gone. It's memory still branded into my skin. He settled sideways in my lap, hip curled comfortably into my stomach. Legs open, stretched across my own. The pipe was again at my lips, before I could lament his absence, and this time, as I drew a deep breath of it's smoke, my eyes chanced to catch Reika's.

Time faded away into the haze of smoke and lust. I remember sinking into Kiri's lap, her thighs curled around my chest. I remember Iori's teeth on my neck, his claws drawing furrows in the fur of my belly. I remember a tangle of silk and limbs, of a coiling crimson tail, spiralling up my arm. I remember the taste of Iori, and of Kiri. I remember her lips brushing my own, as we passed smoke between us, our lust hanging potent in the thick air. I don't remember my eyes closing, but I know that one of them picked me up, guiding me to a small bedroom. A thick bedroll, piled with quilts of foreign cotton, a pillow beneath my head.

"Sleep well" the voices bade me. "Sleep deeply." they asked. So I slept.

And I dreamed.

The heavy covers tangling me became the limbs of Kiri, the wolfess encircling me with her body, the thighs heavy on my own. I felt sluggish, unresponsive as I fought sleep. My attention was captured and led through the nightmare fantasy by whatever spirit slipped from beneath the pillow to command my dream. I could feel one thing, and one thing only, all else passing into shadow. I was achingly hard, my cock thrust out of my sheath and throbbing in the cold night air. There was no light- nothing but the reflection of fire in my lover's blue eyes. Her breasts pressed heavy against my chest, nipples digging into my fur. I tried to lift my hips, but in sleep my body was not my own. My hands were coiled in her tail, it somehow splitting, binding, pulling my body closer until my shoulders curved around hers- an intimate embrace that had my cock weeping with envy. Her sex was hot just above me, it brushed and kissed my hardness. I could feel her sex spread open. Her breathing picked up, heavy in my ear. I felt warmth around me, descending swiftly to envelope my member. Then teeth at my shoulder. I only trembled with desire. My muscles ached, impotent. I could not thrust. I could not consummate the dire need laced through my very soul. She leaned back, until I could see her, bare in the new moonlight. Her eyes were wild, teeth bared in a feral grin. Her breasts heaved on her chest, as she consumed my spirit with more and more fervor. I felt my knot, straining at her entrance. Her claws dug into my hips as she ground against me. A cloud passed over the light, and my senses, and all I could hear was an endlessly echoing howl, as we cried out a climax together with the wind.

My eyes opened, but I do not think I awoke. The spiraling labyrinth of my mind would not release me yet, for above me I saw Iori. I felt Iori. I was buried in him, our embrace as intimate as the coupling my mind spun with Kiri. My length spasmed within him at the realization, and he smiled kindly. A soft, warm smile. His face was radiant in the moonlight that slid through my window. He leaned down, until our lips met, a quiet kiss. The faintest echo from the evening of debauchery. But that light brush took my breath away completely, leaving me gasping as I felt his length buried in the soft fur of my stomach. A wet warmth spread from that point of intimate contact, sinking into my body and filling my spirit with pleasure. Slowly he kissed down my face, brushing my muzzle, my eyelids, my forehead with sweet whispers of tenderness. My length slipped from its place under his tail, as he climbed over me. I lowered my eyes and watched as his arousal drew a pattern through my fur, until his knees were tight around my chest. I could see his cock tip glistening, dripping with arousal, just before my muzzle. His hands brushed my ears with affection, and he sat up, his slender silhouette suddenly imposing above me, draped in shadow.

"Drink deep" the room sang, and I looked back to the vulpine length before me. A crimson tail spiralled around it, drawing it closer to my lips. My mouth parted, and I let that tip slide between my fangs, slide into my mouth with agonizing liquidity. I tasted cinnamon, and fir, and bitter warmth. I closed my eyes, and swallowed as Iori pressed deeper, and deeper.

When I awoke, I was covered in sweat, my bed tangled and dashed like a long forgotten shipwreck. My chest heaved for breath, and the morning sun sneaking through the window seemed to burn my dark fur. There was no sign of my phantom lovers. No forgotten robe, or lingering scent. My arousal was unrelenting, and I groaned as my restless motions brushed it against unwelcome cotton. Rest escaped me, my limbs weak, weary, but I could not stay here. I stumbled up, free of the bed, but not of dreams. Another robe lay waiting against the closed sliding door to the small room. It was a shimmering amber, the color of my eyes spun into silk, mixed with honey and wildflowers. I pulled it on hurriedly, shuddering as the press of silk against my fur awakened more fragments of memory. Tender kisses, eager claws, the soft sweep of a tail. I left the room, hoping to escape the torment of my own mind. Iori's muzzle, his chest, his sheath, every time I closed my eyes, I saw them again.

The hall was empty, dark, and quiet. Lit only by what morning sun escaped the rooms to the east, slid through cracks in closed doors. I seemed to be near the end of a long passage. I could not remember where I came from last night, but my nose caught the scent of soft soap, mountain water, and burning coals. A bath. A bath would finish my revival from the cold, clear my mind. I wandered toward it, gait unsteady as I struggled with lusting spectres of my mind.

Alone, I found my way to my goal, bare feet passing from soft tatami mats to hot stone. The walls here seemed to be carved from the mountain itself, and as I passed through a heavy wooden door I was greeted by rolling clouds of fog. The sound of water lapping gently led me through the mist, as I discarded my robe and descended into a warm pool. It's depth swallowed me eagerly, and I sank into its embrace, drifting out to sea as the water covered my body. When I emerged, I found myself against the edge of a massive natural pool, beneath the open sky. It was hardly past dawn, the moon and stars still visible against indigo depths. Fog whirled over the surface of the water like dancing birds, and I lost myself watching it. Watching the patterns repeat endlessly, each a twisting memory of the one that came before. The wind touched the surface of the water, and I sank deeper, until only my eyes, ears, and tip of my muzzle dared brave the winter air.

I don't know how long I rested there until I saw his figure approach through the fog. He walked confidently through the water, letting it lap about his waist, long hair white unbound and cascading from his head until it too floated at the surface of the pool like mist. Smoke eddied about his antlers, and his blue eyes captured the light of the sun. My ears flattened. I didn't know whether to bow, or stammer an apology for invading his private bath. I was paralyzed. Unbidden, the image of his tail curling around Iori's shaft overtook my mind. He smiled. Then he sank into the water next to me, and released a deep satisfied sigh.

"How do your fair Kage? Have you recovered from the storm?" Inside your mind.

I shook my head. His voice echoed still, resonant, unearthly. I rose a bit in the water so that I could speak, and his arm lay across my shoulder, taloned hand clutching me.

"Master Reika, I cannot thank you and yours enough for saving my life." I answered hesitantly. I spoke of the blizzard, but he smiled, as if he knew that was not the question he had really asked, the one I dare not answer.

"You have come here to hunt a demon?" he whispered, as if to speak too loud would awaken my prey. Or scare off his own. He wore a toothy grin, and his tongue seemed to taste the air. I shuddered.

"Many have disappeared in this pass teacher." I answered. "And it remains unseasonably cold. The demon I seek would explain many things."

"Perhaps it would" came his sibilant answer. "But I see how your body still aches. Let me serve you, as a token of thanks, for your bravery." He turned, and from behind a rock gathered soaps and scrubbing stones. His tail rose from the water, and bade me turn. I obeyed. His hands worked into the tense muscles of my shoulders, penetrating the stiffness I had built there from the blizzard and my night of twisted rest. His claws seemed to penetrate my pelt working directly on the muscle, strong and unyielding. The soap smelt of cinnamon, and I remembered again my dreams. But I couldn't help but lean forward, exposing more of myself to his touch. I almost floated upon the water as his attentions drifted lower, from my shoulders down my spine. My tail curled around him, and I felt his form, perfectly at ease as he drifted closer behind me. His scales were smooth. I felt the graceful talons glide against my calves. When he had worked a rich lather of the fragrant soap into my fur, a gentle wave of water rushed over me, washing it away. He gently pulled me from the water, to stand, to lean against him, as his hands began again, working over my chest. My breathing became shallower as his claws moved slow, so achingly slowly from my chest, to my stomach, my hips. I felt the press of him against my body, smooth, warm. He was barely taller than I, but I felt small in his arms. His voice came again at my ear.

"What gift has the moon and stars granted you in my house?"

My heart stopped. His hand did not. His claw slipped below the water, traced a line on the inside of my thigh. My sheath throbbed, and my breath caught in my throat.

"What-" I tried to answer. He grasped my growing length, his hand warm.

"My servants tell me everything, Kage."

The dream came rushing back. Every detail. Every press of flesh. I whined into his touch, and tried to pull away. His embrace tightened

"Even in a dream..." nothing is hidden from my sight.

I felt his voice in my mind. I lurched forward, even as my body betrayed me, his palm lingering on my length. He laughed as I spun to face him, forked tongue curling around his fingers. I met his eyes, and was captured again inside that endless pool of water and shadow that lurked within.

"Kage. Let me show you what you truly are."

He beckoned to me, and walked backward into the mist. I couldn't help but follow, pulled by the current of his eyes. We came to a rise, the water barely covering the pads of my feet, and stood beside a silver mirror, encased in ice. I saw my reflection, a wolf black as night, my cock bare before me. I walked closer, drawn inexorably to that mirror, until my length brushed it's surface, surprisingly warm, my hands lifting of their own accord.

Master Reika stepped behind me, and chains of ice bound my wrists to the mirror above my head. I watched as he ran a claw wantonly along my spine, my body. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, and I felt my tail raise as I spread my legs and he curled into the line of my body. I saw him in the mirror, our faces side by side. I saw his eyes spin, revealing new colors to me. His tail curled around, until it wrapped about my throat.

"What do you see Kage?" he hissed.

I saw as he stroked me, hands dancing upon my cock. I remembered everything I had done, the pleasure I had tasted. The wetness of my arousal made strings of sticky heat between his fingers. That was answer enough. I watched as my amber eyes faded to match his own.

"I will give you everything you desire... if you have the courage to give it to yourself." His fangs slid along my throat, the tail tightening until I fought for breath. I groaned out his name, and he purred in pleasure. The mirror showed me his length, a golden twisting spire, as it slid from a slit between his legs. It reached for my balls, pressing against them, sliding along, feeling, testing their weight.

"You have so much to give Kage. Such nobility. Such virility."

I burned with shame as he complimented me. As his cock played with my own. He pressed forward, tight against my back. His cock curled around my base, teasing the knot that was still hidden within my sheath. His hands held me, possessive. His tail tilted my chin up, until I was again captured by his eyes.

"You have served others for all your life Kage. Is it not better to find pleasure in the arms of another? To end your long journey in this house? In my care?"

I gave the barest of nods. I ached for him. I felt an unyielding emptiness within. I wanted him to fill it... too fill me.

"Master Reika" I gasped. "Please, this is.." I could not do this. I was losing myself within him. I couldn't remember who I was, before. Before the storm. Smoke and fog drifted closer, until I was buried in it. I felt his length retreat from my own, sliding beneath my tail. So warm, pressing against my entrance. I had never... but I wanted it now. One hand one my chest, the other curling around my cock. I couldn't pull away, even if my wrists were not bound, even his tail was not around my neck, even if his body did not dominate my own. His eyes, his eyes ensnared me. I saw them move with mine, I saw in the mirror as they became crimson, violet, the colours merging and blending into another.

Give yourself to me Kage.

He commanded, and I could no longer bear to refuse. My body eagerly embraced submission, and I opened to his length. He slid inside me, his tapered length spreading me open. I burned for him, my mind fell into the pleasure he promised.

"Master Reika, I, I am your servant."

His eyes settled back into the clear blue, the sapphire I saw in Kiri, Iori, Miyumi's. I felt him push deeper into me, his length growing thicker as he fed more into me. He didn't thrust, his prehensile length finding every sensitive spot inside my body on it's own. His breath so warm against my neck. I pushed back against him, wanting every inch of him inside me. His hand continued to stroke my length, and I felt my pleasure build. An aching release, floating to the surface. He carried me to new heights, as I felt his hips flush against my ass, my tail trapped between us. My hips were locked, poised in idecision. I wanted to slide my cock through his silken touch, but I couldn't thrust forward. The thought of his cock sliding out of me unbearable. He worked his length inside me, the slickness of his arousal marking me as his own. My climax approached like warm water lapping at my neck, threatening to drown me. I would never take another breath without tasting it, tasting the pleasure that bent me in submission. Without a sound I gave in, I sank beneath the waves, and my body rippled around him, instinctively drawing his length deeper inside me. With a crooning, victorious cry, he followed me down into the chasm of pleasure. His cock rippled, stiff, unyielding, deep within my body as he came. He filled me with him, and I felt every shuddering release, felt the glut of warm seed that overcame any reservation. I sank into it, sank into his will, my body going slack.

My perspective shifted, and I saw myself from within the mirror. Saw my black fur fade to mercurial silver. I saw as the chains binding my wrists become golden highlights on my body. I watched as I turned my head to meet his lips, sharing his breath. I watched as he pulled himself from my body, and I fell to my knees, his long cock dripping the remnants of it's release upon my back. I felt every drop on my skin, burning into my soul. The mist swirled around us as I got up, as we turned away, turned to walk back into the fog, and I saw no more.