Innocence in the Night
~Disclaimer: You know the drill...as always, if your under 18 then I hold no responsiblility over if your parents bust you for being here. I don't mean to insult or hurt anyone with the contents you are about to read. Adult situations and sexual relationships between a female and hermaphrodite ahead, so if thats not your thing then turn back now. All characters are (c) me and you must get my promission to use them in any way shape or form. All that said, I hope you enjoy.^.^ ~Liz Knight
She stood there, a living statue among the many dead and cold head stones of the graveyard. Her tear-fogged ice blue eyes stared sightlessly at the headstone before here. Julian Caraway was the name on the stone; a young ferret who had once been her lover and fiancé. An empty grave for a lost soul that would never be found.
He had killed himself at sea, leaving only a letter in the mail to explain what had happened to him. And the letter had come, to weeks after the date he had picked for his death. His boat had run ashore a week after that...empty. The letter and a few favorite mementoes of his had been buried in the grave and a memorial service had been held and that was the end of it.
But for Nyara, it hadn't been enough. She missed him and it hurt her to think that he would never be buried properly. She hated having not had the chance to tell him that she had loved him despite his faults. In the end, she was ready to give up and let go of life, but something always came up and forced her to hold on a little longer. She was growing tired of hanging on to the shreds of her life...
Tossing down the single white rose she held, watching as it fell upon his grave. Sighing softly, she turned her back to the headstone and its empty charge and made her way back out of the graveyard.
'I gave up everything for you/ in the end, was it worth it? / My life I gave to you/Succubae dreams that steal my soul...'
The bittersweet sound of Kyla Lillis filled the bar, an odd choice for the smoky, old western feel of the place. Nyara played absently with her drink; her mind ran off on random things. Joe's Tavern was its usual, almost completely empty. The few others, save for one, she knew as regulars to the hole-in-a-corner bar. The exception was an odd looking vulpine.
She honestly couldn't tell if the vulpine was male or female, but she was attracted to the oddly colored fox. Silver-white and black were not common color combination among the species, not even for the white and black artic foxes, but they made an interesting combination and were quite beautiful on the fox.
"I would think that your eyes would begin to hurt from trying to stare at me from the corner of your eye." The soft spoken comment was enough to jolt Nyara out of her stare and blink quite dumbly at the fox as she tried to think of something to say. "Not that I don't mind the attention or anything."
Nyara rolled her eyes at the last comment. "How come am I not surprised? The again, you most likely get people staring at you all the time."
"Only when I want them to." Turning to face her, the vulpine smiled cheerfully, the fox's peculiar silver-violet gaze sweeping over her body. "Although, I bet I could say the same about you."
She wrinkled her nose at the comment, shrugging a little. On the whole, Nyara was ignored by both men and women alike. The young lynx wasn't ugly by any means, but the gods knew that she wasn't as stunning as the fox that sat before her.
"Right, maybe if I lived among the savages on the lunar colony. They wouldn't care whether I was a good looking male or a butt ugly female." Her reply was light-hearted, covering up its underlying bitterness. "What is your name, by the way?"
"Kyanna and yours?"
She was pretty sure that she now had her answer to what gender the fox was. Nyara was still nagged by the feeling that there was something more to the vulpine then what met the eye.
"Nyara. I would ask you your last name, but it wouldn't be fair seeing how I wouldn't be willing to give you mine." Nyara sighed softly, absently playing with her half-empty glass. "Look, I normally don't do this, but do you want to go to my place. Well, not to you...Well, you know..."
A knowing smile crossed the vulpine's lips. "Of course it wouldn't be for that...It'll be for what ever you want."
Nyara's apartment wasn't exactly glamorous, but it wasn't the projects either. Not that she doubted Kyanna had had the time to actually pay any attention to her humble abode. Not when they were currently engaging in a rather intense kiss sprawled out on Nyara's couch.
Absently, the thought ran through her head that she really shouldn't have been in the situation that she was, but it was quickly chased away by the touch of fingers sliding up her skirt. She knew she should be remembering something, but the feel of Kyanna's fingertips sliding under her already soaked panties and dancing along the edge of her nether lips pretty much stopped any form of thought.
"Relax..." the whispered word in Nyara's ear startled her slightly, causing her to jump a little. "Your so tense young one, relax."
Before she could reply, Kyanna's lips sealed over her own, stealing words and thought from Nyara. A strangled groan escaped Nyara as the vulpine's fingers slipped into her and then encountered the thin barrier of her innocence. Instantly she remembered what it was that her brain had forgotten: her virginity.
A hot blush covered her flesh, hidden, thankfully, but her fur and the dim lighting of the room. "I uh...well, I'm..."
A quick kiss from Kyanna silenced her. "Don't say anything, I understand. The question is do you want a nameless stranger to be your first?"
"Your name is Kyanna..."
A smile formed on Kyanna's lips, her silver-violet gaze seeming to see more of Nyara then just the physical. "To you, yes...you'll never see me again after this; you do know that, right?"
She didn't answer the vixen but instead pulled her into another passionate kiss. Their clothing was quickly shed in between nibbles on various exposed body parts and soft whimpers and groans of passion.
It was with the peeling away of Kyanna's lose fitting pants the truth about Kyanna was revealed. Hir long slender cock stood fully erect every bit apart of the masculine femininity that Kyanna held as anything else about the vulpine. Nyara was quite stunned by the fact that Kyanna was a hermaphrodite, but at the same time, she realized that it was what she had sensed about her from the moment they'd met.
Smiling coyly, she flicked her tongue against the head of hir cock before using her lips to suck on it lightly. Her teeth tenderly scraped along hir length as she slowly took all of hir into her mouth, the very tip bumping against the back of her throat. Her rough feline tongue ran along Kyanna, teasing and adding to the sensation of her suckling gently at hir.
She rolled her eyes up to watch Kyanna, a sense of smug satisfaction filling her when a light teasing scrape of teeth caused the fox to through hir head back in pleasure. Letting hir slip out of her mouth, she moved lower, flicking her tongue against Kyanna's sack while her hand went to replace her mouth. Nibbling along the thin line between hir sack and tight hole, a whimpering moan was torn from Kyanna's throat.
"Gods, Nyara! Please..."
Smiling, she looked up at Kyanna. "Please what?"
"Finish it!"
Taking hir back into her mouth, she let her tongue press hard against hir length, her teeth lightly scraping at hir base. Swallowing, the back of her throat rubbed against the tip of hir cock. A loud moan was torn from Kyanna throat as she released came, hir seed searing the back of Nyara's throat and coating her tongue with the thick salty substance. She quickly slurped down everything that the vulpine had to offer.
Slowly, she made her way up Kyanna's body, nibbling as she went. A decades worth of romance novels and the forbidden glances of her brother's wide array of porn hadn't left her prepared for the moment they were quickly approaching. Kyanna pushed her backwards once shi was able to, slipping hirself between Nyara's legs, hir member pressing lightly against her entrance. Hir silver-violet eyes caught Nyara's golden gaze, silently asking for permission which was freely given. Intellectually, Nyara had known that losing her virginity would have been somewhat uncomfortable, but the sharp pain that ran through her as that thin barrier was broken was not what she had been expecting.
Kyanna kept hir pace slow, the exquisite friction quickly driving away any discomfort that Nyara was feeling. Pleasure completely took over Nyara's mind, washing away any uncertainty that was in her mind about what she was doing, not that there had been much.
Hir lips closed over Nyara's, their kiss as slow as the pace that Kyanna had set. The brush of hir hands along her ribs and the bottoms of her breasts sent goose-bumps along her skin and caused her to clench around Kyanna's length. She whimpered softly when shi gently rolled her nipple between hir forefinger and thumb before palming her breast and squeezing it gently.
A tight cry left her as she arched back, milking Kyanna as she came. The vulpine's soft groan in her ear and the feel of hir shooting off hir second load of the evening in her quickly sent Nyara over the edge a second time.
Kyanna came to a stop, hir silver toned gaze sweeping across Nyara's face as if searching for something. A wry smile finally graced hir lips. "I'm going to be leaving you...sadly, you won't remember who I was, only what happened here. I won't take that away from you."
Shi slipped out from Nyara, causing her to whimpering quietly. Shi kissed her once more before standing and turning hir back to Nyara. "I'm leaving now, and you'll fall asleep, my beautiful one. Goodbye..."
She wasn't able to really reply before sleep took her under. She did whisper softly, "I think I love you..."
Kya stood before the headstone of a young ferret that'd died sadly at the hands of the body he now wore. For the first time in centuries, he could feel the hot tears he cried falling down his cheeks and not the memory of the sensation. It was his fault that the human incubus by the name of Julian Caraway now walked the streets. It was his fault that the young lynx named Nyara would always wonder who the stranger named Kyanna was. She would never love another because he had cursed her to infatuation over himself and consequently Kyanna.
"What have I done to deserve this Father? What sin have I done Mother that I be cursed with this existence? Morpheus...Lilith...what have I done? Please tell me..."
Silence stole his words just as he had stolen the innocence of one he hadn't deserved. Even the Night had now turned its back on him and he began to truly understand what it meant to be alone.