{"sf1_id":1834,"sf2_id":"k1V9jzWn","title":"Secrets Revealed(3): Sanctuary","author":"Denver","words":3115,"posted_at":"2004-02-18T17:15:00.000Z","tags":["Character Development","M/F","Story Series"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1834-secrets-revealed-3-sanctuary","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1V9jzWn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/51/24/512477b7-e85b-49e6-a37b-f1021263dd6e","description":"","content":"This story is Copyright Denver Demchuk 2007  \n  \n  \nI woke up briefly in darkness, Rionels form still wolven and still upon  \n  \nmy shaft. Shifting a little, the movement sent ripples of pleasure  \n  \nthrough me and she stirred, my member hardening quickly inside of her  \n  \nwarm sex. She leaned back and nuzzled me, smiling as her hips rocked a  \n  \nlittle...  \n  \n...Sunlight shone through the patio window by the time both of us woke  \n  \nup again, though it was of the setting sun. Rionel was nowhere to be  \n  \nseen, but I heard the shower going and smiled a little, remembering  \n  \nwhat we shared last night. Sometime between then and now, I had  \n  \nreturned to my human form, smelling of both my own essense and hers,  \n  \nnot unpleasant but I felt slightly grimy.  \nThe bathroom door was open allowing me to enter and seeing her covered  \n  \nwith a robe of water. I watched it run over the curves of her body,  \n  \ndripping off the nipples, round the breasts and over her thighs. Her  \n  \neyes were closed as she leaned her head back, raven hair falling over  \n  \nher shoulders in shimmering waves. I knelt against the door frame and  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; watched her, smiling, but able to control the desire I felt, even now.  \nRionel paused and jumped a little as her gaze found me, one hand going  \n  \nto her breast, the other bracing her across the wall.  \n\"Draven...I thought you were still sleeping,\" she gasped after a  \n  \nmoment, reaching behind herself to turn off the water.  \n\"Sorry,\" I said, though it was a partial lie. \"Just...wanted to admire  \n  \nthe beauty before me...\" Chuckling, she shook herself off a little,  \n  \nthe motion sending her breasts bouncing from side to side, as her flesh  \n  \ntightened and relaxed with each movement. I gave a slight growl,  \n  \nseeing her thus and wantd badly to do something about it. Her laughter  \n  \nfilled the washroom as she wrapped a towel around herself and came  \n  \nforward to embrace me, my arms wrapping around her waist as I buried my  \n  \nface beneath her breasts, sighing a little.  \n\"Time to get ready to leave here, Draven,\" Rionel said quietly, running  \n  \nfingers through my hair and pressing my face against her slightly. \"I  \n  \nmust take you to the Gathering tonight. So that you may learn more  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; about our kind and yourself...\"  \n  \nIt took nearly an hour to get dressed as she recommended, each detail  \n  \ncarefully thought out and arranged to her liking.  \nBlack jeans that nearly fit me like a second skin, matching socks, and  \n  \na white T-shirt. Over the latter I wore a a teal button up shirt with  \n  \na silver dragon embroidered upon the back. Around my neck hung a  \n  \nPentagram star of pewter, symbol of my beliefs and...if one wished to  \n  \ngo farther, my religion. Rionel had brought two black leather bracers  \n  \nthat went up to just my elbows before stopping, covering the backs of  \n  \nmy hands. The last two items I put on was the leather jacket I had  \n  \nused when I had met Jen, and a length of emerald cloth tied around my  \n  \nright arm, just under the shoulder.  \n\"What ever you do tonight, keep this cloth with you,\" Rionel said, face  \n  \ngrave, eyes telling me nothing of her reason. \"But only for this  \n  \nnight...\" With that, she kissed me gently and led me out of the  \n  \nappartment.  \n  \nWe went downtown on the transit, the city lit up like so many diamond  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; studded lamps in the night, against a background of lavander clouds.  \n  \nThere were very few people out at this time of night in Calgary. At  \n  \nleast in the paths that we tread that night, the most were junkies,  \n  \ndrunks and the occasional couples seeking a different setting for their  \n  \npassions. The latter appeared more often than naught and part of the  \n  \ntime Rionel stopped and watched them, gesturing for me to do so as  \n  \nwell. I didn't understand her reason, but kept silent just the same,  \n  \nwaiting until she led me on.  \nShe brought us to a door behind the Calgary Tower and knocked three  \n  \ntimes before tapping another two after a pause. I heard multiple locks  \n  \nbeing opened before it opened a crack. A mix of scents hit me, my  \n  \ndragonic half identifying more than half before I took in the form that  \n  \nappeared on the other side as it swung wide.  \nRionel must have been small for a Lupine, because the male was twice  \n  \nher size, bound with wiry muscles that seemed to be barely contained  \n  \nunder the black fur. Golden eyes narrowed slightly at my presence, but  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; returned to her, asking their silent question. Her fingers moved in a  \n  \nsimple group of gestures, and she shook her head.  \n\"Draven Draconis,\" was all she said, her voice strong, revealing the  \n  \nwill in her heart. Turning aside, we were allowed to enter, going down  \n  \na hall and entering an elevator. For a long time we dropped down,  \n  \nconcrete stone giving way to natural bedrock that looked as smooth as  \n  \nglass.  \n\"What is this place?\" I asked finnaly, feeling a little uncomfortable  \n  \nat how deep we were.  \n\"Sanctuary,\" she replied, touching my arm as light and fresh air  \n  \nsuddenly hit us. The grate opened and I stared in disbelief at what  \n  \nlay before me.  \n  \nSanctuary had been taken to almost the extreme in the sense of the  \n  \nword. An entire forest it seemed lay spread out before us, the few  \n  \ntrails were of small black stones and sand. The ceiling was almost  \n  \ninvisible, but small lights simulated the stars, though the movement of  \n  \neach light point was noticable. Trees of every kind were here as well,  \n  \nfrom ancient Oaks to Redwood and cherry trees.  \nMy gaze wandered lower and I took an involuntary step back, partially  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; in awe and the sudden pang of desire that appeared deep within me.  \n  \nFurrs of every description and other creatures long thought to be myth  \n  \nand legend were there. Talking, singing, and quite a few making love  \n  \nin plain sight of others. Most of these furrs had circles of watchers  \n  \naround them, all seemed lost in the pleasure displayed before them.  \n  \nRionel touched my arm again, gesturing to the small wooden lockers to  \n  \nour left and started to remove the clothing she had on, looking at me  \n  \nas she did so. Staring at her a moment, I took another look around and  \n  \nslowly did the same, feeling more than a little uncomfortable.  \n  \nRemoving the emerald band, I tie it around my arm again, keeping in  \n  \nmind Rionel's words to me before.  \nI looked back once seeing that the elevator was encased in a pillar of  \n  \nrock and that Sanctuary spread out behind it as well.  \n  \nEvery few groups or so, she would stop and watch the furrs making love,  \n  \nthe pleasure tangible on the very air we breathed. I shuddered, trying  \n  \nto get control of the emotions rising within, knowing that now was not  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; the time for them. The path we followed split often, and mostly only  \n  \nto lead us deeper into the forest, and eventually bringing us to the  \n  \nfirst real building I had seen ever since entering Sanctuary. The  \n  \nstructure was similar to a few Scottish castles I had come across in  \n  \nDiscovery Channel documentaries. Large oak doors carved to resemble  \n  \nphoenix's in flight opened and allowed us access to the largest library  \n  \nI had ever seen. The walls were completely covered with tomes, stacks  \n  \nof scrolls and parchments. Tables of cherry, mahogany, and wormwood  \n  \nlay about the room in a rough circle, chairs surrounding each with  \n  \nsmall lamps resting upon them. The lamps were spiraling dragons, each  \n  \none belching blue or green flame colored glass. A large hearth stood  \n  \nopposit the door, fairly plain in design, a portrait of two furs  \n  \nholding each other above it.  \n  \nSitting in one of the old high backed chairs, was the form of an old  \n  \nman, beard covering his chest and most of the hair gone from the top of  \n  \nhis skull, leaving a silver grey ring around his head. I stops sudenly  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; as I recognized the features of his face, the features of a person the  \n  \nworld had thought dead from a time long after Atlantis had sank into  \n  \nthe ocean. The old man looked up and smiled, nodding as he noted the  \n  \nsurprise on my face.  \n\"I see that you recognize me, young one,\" he chuckled. \"Or rather, I  \n  \nshould say, old Sir in regards to your Kin. I am Plato...\"  \n\"Impossibe...\" I whispered, shocked beyond anything, even when I had  \n  \nfirst learned what I was.  \n  \nThe little I knew of philosophers life or rather some of his writings  \n  \nwere mostly before and after the sinking of the fabled three ring  \n  \nIsland of Atlantis. I knew little of how he had died, or rather  \n  \nsupposidly died. He chuckled, violet robe of silk hissing along the  \n  \nfloor as he moved closer, giving a slightl bow and warm smile.  \n\"You're not the first to say that, nor likely the last. An explanation  \n  \nthen?\" He said, rasing an eyebrow. Turning back to the fireplace, he  \n  \nshrugged out of the robe and the instant he did so, flames lept up  \n  \naround his form. They twisted and writhes around him, making his body  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; no more than a twisting shadow. As suddenly as they appeared, they  \n  \nvanished, leaving a 6'1/2\" foot tall phoenix like creature. Feathers  \n  \nof dark crimson with gold, emerald, and silver accents around the limbs  \n  \nand muscles. Eyes of emerald turned to look at me as the edges of the  \n  \nbeak raised slightly in a grin. Two golden eye brow feathers swept  \n  \nbackwards, like a partial circlet...  \n  \n...Half an hour later found us seated before the mantle, and I a rapt  \n  \nlistener as Plato explained how he had come to be thus. His mother had  \n  \nbeen the phoenix, choosing to live for the Goddesses number of years as  \n  \na human, in order to understand them. 3 years, she spent wandering the  \n  \nworld, seeing war, famin, art, love, all the facits of humanity's  \n  \nnature. Thus did she fall in love with a human, being the first of her  \n  \nkind in Greece to do so in hundreds of years. Plato was born and  \n  \nraised of the human world, until he came of age to learn the truth of  \n  \nwhat he was. Every fifty years, he died, consumed by flames, only to  \n  \nbe reborn as a young man again, all the knowledge from the past life  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; still existing within his mind. \"I was actually the one to start this  \n  \nSanctuary, having done up the plans shortly after witnessing the  \n  \nSending of so many to this time period,\" He chuckle/chirped, picking up  \n  \none of the goblets on the small table between us. \"It took the better  \n  \npart od a century to just get this deep and start shaping this natural  \n  \ncavern to our needs.\" His tone was deep despite his form, the avian  \n  \nform suiting his intellect and bearing well. I nodded slowly, my  \n  \nrespect growing for him with each moment.  \n\"I'm surprised that this place has been kept with such secrecy and  \n  \ncare. The Park is..incredible,\" I said, gesturing towards one of the  \n  \nhigh set windows.  \n\"I'm glad that you enjoy it, though you should change a little out of  \n  \nrespect for the others here.\"  \n\"What have I done to disrespect them?\" I asked, raising an eyebrow, and  \n  \nlooking at both Rionel and Plato.  \nChuckling again, he gestured to my body and set aside his drink,  \n  \nsaying, \"You've not transformed into your true form. It's  \n  \nunderstandable since this is yoru first time here at sanctuary, but any  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; that didn't know that might take insult.\" Looking into my drink, I  \n  \nfelt my cheeks burn a little, shifting uneasily in my chair. \"Don't  \n  \nworry, considdering the fact that you were just awakened. Thankfully,  \n  \nRionel managed to find you before anything unfortunate happened.\"  \n  \nLooking to her, I saw the wolfish grin spread over her muzzle, noting  \n  \nbeleatedly that she had transformed, fur dancing with gold and crimson  \n  \nshadows as the fire burned.  \n\"I owe her much for stopping me and the rampage I was on, Plato,\" I  \n  \nsaid, transforming as well, the room becoming brighter as the flames  \n  \nreflected off my scales. \"Quite a bit.\"  \n\"Nonesense,\" he countered, waving a hand to push away my words. \"It  \n  \nhappens to the best of us and the worst once we awaken if not taught to  \n  \ncontrol ourselves. But...\" Shakes head. \"I'm hope that Rionel didn't  \n  \nhave much of a problem in showing you how to control your instinct...\"  \nLooking at the Wolfess, I saw her fur darken slightly, eyes closing a  \n  \nmoment before looking at me with a smile.  \n\"No...Draven learned...quite quickly,\" She said in a soft quiet tone.  \n\"I see...\" Plato said with a bit of a grin, his gaze looking to the  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; only clock in the room. \"Aahhh.. It's time.\" Standing up slowly,  \n  \nPlato gestured us to follow him as he left through the front door and  \n  \nstarted going down a completely different path away from the one we had  \n  \ncome.  \n  \nThe area we arrived at was filled with furs, the basic shape of the  \n  \nlandscape like a bowl made from smooth, warm granit. The center was  \n  \nflat, over 40 feet in diamiter, the distance from one edge to the other  \n  \nbeing double that. In the center was a small bonfire, the light  \n  \nilluminating the 30 dancers ringed around it. Half of them were  \n  \nfemale, half male, and each one a different species. Like the rest of  \n  \nthose gathered, they wore no clothing, but had tiny bands of gold on  \n  \ntheir arms and legs, each one set with a gem that constantly changed  \n  \ncolor before my eyes. Rionel guided me to a row at the center, right  \n  \nbefore the dancers as they stayed still before us, like statues. Each  \n  \ndancer was the opposit of the other, facing each other but eyes  \n  \ndowncast. Right arms raised, the hands held up, left arms down and  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; out, as if holdig a trailing skirt or cape. Rionel placed fingers on  \n  \nmy lips just as I was about to ask what was happening, nodding for me  \n  \nto watch the dancers.  \n  \nSomeone started a beat,then fluet and violin joined in, raising a  \n  \nmelody that struck something in the back of my mind that I thought was  \n  \nlost to us. The dancers moved, two rings, swaying back and forth,  \n  \ntaking tentative steps that became more confident with each moment.  \n  \nMoving in opposit directions to each other, the inner one clockwise,  \n  \nthe outer ring counter clockwise. Not once did the dancers look at  \n  \neach other, not until the violin faded to be replaced by an instrument  \n  \nfaster paced, the beat picking up along with it. Looking up, they  \n  \nlocked gazes with the closest dancer to them and remained that way, the  \n  \nrings breaking up into couples, moving faster, touching each other  \n  \nlightly. The caresses were simple at first, along the arms, sides, top  \n  \nof the thigs, but they soon turned into something more sensual. I felt  \n  \nmy blood thundering as I watched them, body becoming aroused in a way I  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; never thought possible. Bodies painted in firelight revealed that the  \n  \nreaction wasn't just a singular occurance, arousal showing on their  \n  \nforms as hands slid along breasts, thighs, backs and the different sex  \n  \norgans. They were afire with passion, the eyes gleaming, one could  \n  \nalmost see a spiritual connection forming between the dancers, the  \n  \nenergy flooding the watchers and hiting a primal chord of desire.  \n  \nEverything blurred, the music insistant, the dancers whispering as  \n  \ntheir bodies sang for release. Each action seemed paused a moment,  \n  \nthen a blurr, only to pause again as everything suddenly came to the  \n  \nbrink.  \nThe dancers suddenly clung to each other as they stopped, the beat with  \n  \nthem, holding each other close, some crying out as their physical  \n  \nbeings responded to what had just happened. I was breathing hard  \n  \nmyself, my member fully erect and almost painful with the desire welled  \n  \nup inside of me. So many mixed scents filled the air, all of them  \n  \naroused. Dancers and others alike moved off, holding each other,  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; staggering, nuzzling each others necks and shoulders. Rionel took my  \n  \narm, kissing my neck lightly, whispering for me to come along with her  \n  \nas she lead me off into the surrounding forest. I followed, still half  \n  \ndazed by what I had just witnessed, the primal desires thundering  \n  \nthrough my being. We found a secluded spot behind a couple oaks,  \n  \nRionel stopping to wrap arms around my neck and kiss my lips fiercly,  \n  \ngrinding her hips against my own incredibly hard shaft, pre seeping  \n  \nfrom it and wetting her belly fur a little. Growling, I pushed Rionel  \n  \nagainst a tree, hands on her hips lifting her up high enough to place  \n  \nthe tip of my member into the open lips of her sex. She whined, head  \n  \nback, wrapping her legs around my waist and impaling herself upon my  \n  \nshaft, quickly, howling with pleasure as I gasped as the sudden heat  \n  \nencompassing my malness. She hugged me close, rolling her his a little  \n  \nas I pulled back and thrust in hard and deep, scales on the back of my  \n  \nneck rising to release more of my musk and jasmin scent into the air.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Rionel was so hot, so tight around me as I drove in more of my 11 inch  \n  \nshaft into her than before. Her niples were hard as she pressed  \n  \nherself against my chest, crying out with pleasure, her body tensing as  \n  \nshe shook her head. I groaned, feeling my balls swelling with my seed,  \n  \nwanting to bring us both to climax at the same time, muscles twitching.  \n  \nHer juices dripped down my thighs, fingers caresed beneath the raised  \n  \nscales, making me shiver making it harder to hold back.  \n\"Pleaseee...mmmooooooohhhhh!\" She quivered and tightened her hold  \n  \naround my waist with her legs, bucking against my thrusts as she  \n  \nsuddenly climaxed, her juices flooding from her. Arching trumpeting, I  \n  \njoined her, cum erupting from my shaft, coating the inside of her sex  \n  \nas my boiling seed entered Rionel.  \n  \nI leaned against the tree for support as her body drew everything it  \n  \ncould from mine, both of us panting hard as Rionel caressed my sides,  \n  \nback and neck gently. Whispering comforting words, things that lovers  \n  \noften say to each other after climaxing, moving herself slightly as I  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; sank to my knees. Never before had I made love like that, with as much  \n  \ndesire and drive as before.  \n\"Rionel...\" I whisper, placing my head against her shoulder.  \n\"Shhhhhh...Just rest, Luv...Just rest...\" She replied and licked my  \n  \ncheek as sleep slowly claimed me...  \n  \n\n"}