# Secrets Revealed(3): Sanctuary

Author: Denver
Tags: Character Development, M/F, Story Series

This story is Copyright Denver Demchuk 2007  
  
  
I woke up briefly in darkness, Rionels form still wolven and still upon  
  
my shaft. Shifting a little, the movement sent ripples of pleasure  
  
through me and she stirred, my member hardening quickly inside of her  
  
warm sex. She leaned back and nuzzled me, smiling as her hips rocked a  
  
little...  
  
...Sunlight shone through the patio window by the time both of us woke  
  
up again, though it was of the setting sun. Rionel was nowhere to be  
  
seen, but I heard the shower going and smiled a little, remembering  
  
what we shared last night. Sometime between then and now, I had  
  
returned to my human form, smelling of both my own essense and hers,  
  
not unpleasant but I felt slightly grimy.  
The bathroom door was open allowing me to enter and seeing her covered  
  
with a robe of water. I watched it run over the curves of her body,  
  
dripping off the nipples, round the breasts and over her thighs. Her  
  
eyes were closed as she leaned her head back, raven hair falling over  
  
her shoulders in shimmering waves. I knelt against the door frame and  
  

  watched her, smiling, but able to control the desire I felt, even now.  
Rionel paused and jumped a little as her gaze found me, one hand going  
  
to her breast, the other bracing her across the wall.  
"Draven...I thought you were still sleeping," she gasped after a  
  
moment, reaching behind herself to turn off the water.  
"Sorry," I said, though it was a partial lie. "Just...wanted to admire  
  
the beauty before me..." Chuckling, she shook herself off a little,  
  
the motion sending her breasts bouncing from side to side, as her flesh  
  
tightened and relaxed with each movement. I gave a slight growl,  
  
seeing her thus and wantd badly to do something about it. Her laughter  
  
filled the washroom as she wrapped a towel around herself and came  
  
forward to embrace me, my arms wrapping around her waist as I buried my  
  
face beneath her breasts, sighing a little.  
"Time to get ready to leave here, Draven," Rionel said quietly, running  
  
fingers through my hair and pressing my face against her slightly. "I  
  
must take you to the Gathering tonight. So that you may learn more  
  

  about our kind and yourself..."  
  
It took nearly an hour to get dressed as she recommended, each detail  
  
carefully thought out and arranged to her liking.  
Black jeans that nearly fit me like a second skin, matching socks, and  
  
a white T-shirt. Over the latter I wore a a teal button up shirt with  
  
a silver dragon embroidered upon the back. Around my neck hung a  
  
Pentagram star of pewter, symbol of my beliefs and...if one wished to  
  
go farther, my religion. Rionel had brought two black leather bracers  
  
that went up to just my elbows before stopping, covering the backs of  
  
my hands. The last two items I put on was the leather jacket I had  
  
used when I had met Jen, and a length of emerald cloth tied around my  
  
right arm, just under the shoulder.  
"What ever you do tonight, keep this cloth with you," Rionel said, face  
  
grave, eyes telling me nothing of her reason. "But only for this  
  
night..." With that, she kissed me gently and led me out of the  
  
appartment.  
  
We went downtown on the transit, the city lit up like so many diamond  
  

  studded lamps in the night, against a background of lavander clouds.  
  
There were very few people out at this time of night in Calgary. At  
  
least in the paths that we tread that night, the most were junkies,  
  
drunks and the occasional couples seeking a different setting for their  
  
passions. The latter appeared more often than naught and part of the  
  
time Rionel stopped and watched them, gesturing for me to do so as  
  
well. I didn't understand her reason, but kept silent just the same,  
  
waiting until she led me on.  
She brought us to a door behind the Calgary Tower and knocked three  
  
times before tapping another two after a pause. I heard multiple locks  
  
being opened before it opened a crack. A mix of scents hit me, my  
  
dragonic half identifying more than half before I took in the form that  
  
appeared on the other side as it swung wide.  
Rionel must have been small for a Lupine, because the male was twice  
  
her size, bound with wiry muscles that seemed to be barely contained  
  
under the black fur. Golden eyes narrowed slightly at my presence, but  
  

  returned to her, asking their silent question. Her fingers moved in a  
  
simple group of gestures, and she shook her head.  
"Draven Draconis," was all she said, her voice strong, revealing the  
  
will in her heart. Turning aside, we were allowed to enter, going down  
  
a hall and entering an elevator. For a long time we dropped down,  
  
concrete stone giving way to natural bedrock that looked as smooth as  
  
glass.  
"What is this place?" I asked finnaly, feeling a little uncomfortable  
  
at how deep we were.  
"Sanctuary," she replied, touching my arm as light and fresh air  
  
suddenly hit us. The grate opened and I stared in disbelief at what  
  
lay before me.  
  
Sanctuary had been taken to almost the extreme in the sense of the  
  
word. An entire forest it seemed lay spread out before us, the few  
  
trails were of small black stones and sand. The ceiling was almost  
  
invisible, but small lights simulated the stars, though the movement of  
  
each light point was noticable. Trees of every kind were here as well,  
  
from ancient Oaks to Redwood and cherry trees.  
My gaze wandered lower and I took an involuntary step back, partially  
  

  in awe and the sudden pang of desire that appeared deep within me.  
  
Furrs of every description and other creatures long thought to be myth  
  
and legend were there. Talking, singing, and quite a few making love  
  
in plain sight of others. Most of these furrs had circles of watchers  
  
around them, all seemed lost in the pleasure displayed before them.  
  
Rionel touched my arm again, gesturing to the small wooden lockers to  
  
our left and started to remove the clothing she had on, looking at me  
  
as she did so. Staring at her a moment, I took another look around and  
  
slowly did the same, feeling more than a little uncomfortable.  
  
Removing the emerald band, I tie it around my arm again, keeping in  
  
mind Rionel's words to me before.  
I looked back once seeing that the elevator was encased in a pillar of  
  
rock and that Sanctuary spread out behind it as well.  
  
Every few groups or so, she would stop and watch the furrs making love,  
  
the pleasure tangible on the very air we breathed. I shuddered, trying  
  
to get control of the emotions rising within, knowing that now was not  
  

  the time for them. The path we followed split often, and mostly only  
  
to lead us deeper into the forest, and eventually bringing us to the  
  
first real building I had seen ever since entering Sanctuary. The  
  
structure was similar to a few Scottish castles I had come across in  
  
Discovery Channel documentaries. Large oak doors carved to resemble  
  
phoenix's in flight opened and allowed us access to the largest library  
  
I had ever seen. The walls were completely covered with tomes, stacks  
  
of scrolls and parchments. Tables of cherry, mahogany, and wormwood  
  
lay about the room in a rough circle, chairs surrounding each with  
  
small lamps resting upon them. The lamps were spiraling dragons, each  
  
one belching blue or green flame colored glass. A large hearth stood  
  
opposit the door, fairly plain in design, a portrait of two furs  
  
holding each other above it.  
  
Sitting in one of the old high backed chairs, was the form of an old  
  
man, beard covering his chest and most of the hair gone from the top of  
  
his skull, leaving a silver grey ring around his head. I stops sudenly  
  

  as I recognized the features of his face, the features of a person the  
  
world had thought dead from a time long after Atlantis had sank into  
  
the ocean. The old man looked up and smiled, nodding as he noted the  
  
surprise on my face.  
"I see that you recognize me, young one," he chuckled. "Or rather, I  
  
should say, old Sir in regards to your Kin. I am Plato..."  
"Impossibe..." I whispered, shocked beyond anything, even when I had  
  
first learned what I was.  
  
The little I knew of philosophers life or rather some of his writings  
  
were mostly before and after the sinking of the fabled three ring  
  
Island of Atlantis. I knew little of how he had died, or rather  
  
supposidly died. He chuckled, violet robe of silk hissing along the  
  
floor as he moved closer, giving a slightl bow and warm smile.  
"You're not the first to say that, nor likely the last. An explanation  
  
then?" He said, rasing an eyebrow. Turning back to the fireplace, he  
  
shrugged out of the robe and the instant he did so, flames lept up  
  
around his form. They twisted and writhes around him, making his body  
  

  no more than a twisting shadow. As suddenly as they appeared, they  
  
vanished, leaving a 6'1/2" foot tall phoenix like creature. Feathers  
  
of dark crimson with gold, emerald, and silver accents around the limbs  
  
and muscles. Eyes of emerald turned to look at me as the edges of the  
  
beak raised slightly in a grin. Two golden eye brow feathers swept  
  
backwards, like a partial circlet...  
  
...Half an hour later found us seated before the mantle, and I a rapt  
  
listener as Plato explained how he had come to be thus. His mother had  
  
been the phoenix, choosing to live for the Goddesses number of years as  
  
a human, in order to understand them. 3 years, she spent wandering the  
  
world, seeing war, famin, art, love, all the facits of humanity's  
  
nature. Thus did she fall in love with a human, being the first of her  
  
kind in Greece to do so in hundreds of years. Plato was born and  
  
raised of the human world, until he came of age to learn the truth of  
  
what he was. Every fifty years, he died, consumed by flames, only to  
  
be reborn as a young man again, all the knowledge from the past life  
  

  still existing within his mind. "I was actually the one to start this  
  
Sanctuary, having done up the plans shortly after witnessing the  
  
Sending of so many to this time period," He chuckle/chirped, picking up  
  
one of the goblets on the small table between us. "It took the better  
  
part od a century to just get this deep and start shaping this natural  
  
cavern to our needs." His tone was deep despite his form, the avian  
  
form suiting his intellect and bearing well. I nodded slowly, my  
  
respect growing for him with each moment.  
"I'm surprised that this place has been kept with such secrecy and  
  
care. The Park is..incredible," I said, gesturing towards one of the  
  
high set windows.  
"I'm glad that you enjoy it, though you should change a little out of  
  
respect for the others here."  
"What have I done to disrespect them?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, and  
  
looking at both Rionel and Plato.  
Chuckling again, he gestured to my body and set aside his drink,  
  
saying, "You've not transformed into your true form. It's  
  
understandable since this is yoru first time here at sanctuary, but any  
  

  that didn't know that might take insult." Looking into my drink, I  
  
felt my cheeks burn a little, shifting uneasily in my chair. "Don't  
  
worry, considdering the fact that you were just awakened. Thankfully,  
  
Rionel managed to find you before anything unfortunate happened."  
  
Looking to her, I saw the wolfish grin spread over her muzzle, noting  
  
beleatedly that she had transformed, fur dancing with gold and crimson  
  
shadows as the fire burned.  
"I owe her much for stopping me and the rampage I was on, Plato," I  
  
said, transforming as well, the room becoming brighter as the flames  
  
reflected off my scales. "Quite a bit."  
"Nonesense," he countered, waving a hand to push away my words. "It  
  
happens to the best of us and the worst once we awaken if not taught to  
  
control ourselves. But..." Shakes head. "I'm hope that Rionel didn't  
  
have much of a problem in showing you how to control your instinct..."  
Looking at the Wolfess, I saw her fur darken slightly, eyes closing a  
  
moment before looking at me with a smile.  
"No...Draven learned...quite quickly," She said in a soft quiet tone.  
"I see..." Plato said with a bit of a grin, his gaze looking to the  
  

  only clock in the room. "Aahhh.. It's time." Standing up slowly,  
  
Plato gestured us to follow him as he left through the front door and  
  
started going down a completely different path away from the one we had  
  
come.  
  
The area we arrived at was filled with furs, the basic shape of the  
  
landscape like a bowl made from smooth, warm granit. The center was  
  
flat, over 40 feet in diamiter, the distance from one edge to the other  
  
being double that. In the center was a small bonfire, the light  
  
illuminating the 30 dancers ringed around it. Half of them were  
  
female, half male, and each one a different species. Like the rest of  
  
those gathered, they wore no clothing, but had tiny bands of gold on  
  
their arms and legs, each one set with a gem that constantly changed  
  
color before my eyes. Rionel guided me to a row at the center, right  
  
before the dancers as they stayed still before us, like statues. Each  
  
dancer was the opposit of the other, facing each other but eyes  
  
downcast. Right arms raised, the hands held up, left arms down and  
  

  out, as if holdig a trailing skirt or cape. Rionel placed fingers on  
  
my lips just as I was about to ask what was happening, nodding for me  
  
to watch the dancers.  
  
Someone started a beat,then fluet and violin joined in, raising a  
  
melody that struck something in the back of my mind that I thought was  
  
lost to us. The dancers moved, two rings, swaying back and forth,  
  
taking tentative steps that became more confident with each moment.  
  
Moving in opposit directions to each other, the inner one clockwise,  
  
the outer ring counter clockwise. Not once did the dancers look at  
  
each other, not until the violin faded to be replaced by an instrument  
  
faster paced, the beat picking up along with it. Looking up, they  
  
locked gazes with the closest dancer to them and remained that way, the  
  
rings breaking up into couples, moving faster, touching each other  
  
lightly. The caresses were simple at first, along the arms, sides, top  
  
of the thigs, but they soon turned into something more sensual. I felt  
  
my blood thundering as I watched them, body becoming aroused in a way I  
  

  never thought possible. Bodies painted in firelight revealed that the  
  
reaction wasn't just a singular occurance, arousal showing on their  
  
forms as hands slid along breasts, thighs, backs and the different sex  
  
organs. They were afire with passion, the eyes gleaming, one could  
  
almost see a spiritual connection forming between the dancers, the  
  
energy flooding the watchers and hiting a primal chord of desire.  
  
Everything blurred, the music insistant, the dancers whispering as  
  
their bodies sang for release. Each action seemed paused a moment,  
  
then a blurr, only to pause again as everything suddenly came to the  
  
brink.  
The dancers suddenly clung to each other as they stopped, the beat with  
  
them, holding each other close, some crying out as their physical  
  
beings responded to what had just happened. I was breathing hard  
  
myself, my member fully erect and almost painful with the desire welled  
  
up inside of me. So many mixed scents filled the air, all of them  
  
aroused. Dancers and others alike moved off, holding each other,  
  

  staggering, nuzzling each others necks and shoulders. Rionel took my  
  
arm, kissing my neck lightly, whispering for me to come along with her  
  
as she lead me off into the surrounding forest. I followed, still half  
  
dazed by what I had just witnessed, the primal desires thundering  
  
through my being. We found a secluded spot behind a couple oaks,  
  
Rionel stopping to wrap arms around my neck and kiss my lips fiercly,  
  
grinding her hips against my own incredibly hard shaft, pre seeping  
  
from it and wetting her belly fur a little. Growling, I pushed Rionel  
  
against a tree, hands on her hips lifting her up high enough to place  
  
the tip of my member into the open lips of her sex. She whined, head  
  
back, wrapping her legs around my waist and impaling herself upon my  
  
shaft, quickly, howling with pleasure as I gasped as the sudden heat  
  
encompassing my malness. She hugged me close, rolling her his a little  
  
as I pulled back and thrust in hard and deep, scales on the back of my  
  
neck rising to release more of my musk and jasmin scent into the air.  
  

  Rionel was so hot, so tight around me as I drove in more of my 11 inch  
  
shaft into her than before. Her niples were hard as she pressed  
  
herself against my chest, crying out with pleasure, her body tensing as  
  
she shook her head. I groaned, feeling my balls swelling with my seed,  
  
wanting to bring us both to climax at the same time, muscles twitching.  
  
Her juices dripped down my thighs, fingers caresed beneath the raised  
  
scales, making me shiver making it harder to hold back.  
"Pleaseee...mmmooooooohhhhh!" She quivered and tightened her hold  
  
around my waist with her legs, bucking against my thrusts as she  
  
suddenly climaxed, her juices flooding from her. Arching trumpeting, I  
  
joined her, cum erupting from my shaft, coating the inside of her sex  
  
as my boiling seed entered Rionel.  
  
I leaned against the tree for support as her body drew everything it  
  
could from mine, both of us panting hard as Rionel caressed my sides,  
  
back and neck gently. Whispering comforting words, things that lovers  
  
often say to each other after climaxing, moving herself slightly as I  
  

  sank to my knees. Never before had I made love like that, with as much  
  
desire and drive as before.  
"Rionel..." I whisper, placing my head against her shoulder.  
"Shhhhhh...Just rest, Luv...Just rest..." She replied and licked my  
  
cheek as sleep slowly claimed me...

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