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...Fog surrounded me, thick and almost impenetrable to my eyes, only a few feet around me left clear, except for everything below my knees. White hair blew across my face, almost silver, but I brushed it away, not caring for the light breeze as it caressed my bare form. I didn't know where I was or what lay ahead, yet at the same time, I didn't care. The fog was meant to be here. I knew that in my heart. Just as I knew that I was meant to be here...in this place...at this moment...

The smooth, almost marble like ground I stood upon was soon replaced by vegetation, the mist relinquishing me reluctantly to the night air of the hill summit I walked upon. She was there, the Moon in all Her glory, lighting the landscape and leaving no hiding place for any creature that might have been here as well. Scrub, and a few twisted trees dotting the otherwise barren landscape, which ended in the first hills of rolling grass below me. The difference was so startling between the two that for a moment, it seemed as if some celestial surgeon had taken a scalpel and tried to transplant a strip of living tissue onto a body already well into the stages of decay. Looking farther, I saw the mist of marshes shifting slightly, and beyond them, a single Mesa of rock rising into the air, a castle resting upon it as if to claim dominance over the wasteland.

Skeletal and twisted, I felt the blood drain from my face as I looked at it, the crooked towers and black stone seeming to absorb all sense of beauty and hope that lay around it, replacing it with an overwhelming sense of dread. Something whistled in the distance and I looked up at the Moon as She silhouetted the castle, almost pleading for Her to give me some sign that whatever was happening here wouldn't spread to the rest of the World. Whether by thought or divine intervention, the Moon's pearly white surface turned crimson and a scream of defiance rose into the air, the windows of the castle lighting up. Things of nightmares and unnamed horrors took flight and spilled from the castle gates, rushing towards me as if to claim my soul. Thunder roared and lightning blinded me as it seemed to erupt all around where I stood, my whole body tingling with the energy of it before darkness enveloped me once more, but only for a moment.

A gentle touch on my cheek made me open my eyes, unsure whether I still dreamed or had woken up at some point, finding a woman of incredible beauty before me. Pale skinned, raven hair falling well past Her waist as violet eyes gazed into mine, crimson lips upturned in a smile of compassion. She was as bare of clothing as I, yet, that didn't matter. I reached up to touch Her hand gently and She transformed, no longer human, but a unicorn human hybrid, the same expression apparent, the same sense of peace flowing from Her. I knew Her, in a sense. I had always known about Her in every moment of my life. Mother, Lover, Sister in my heart, Daughter of Creation. She had always been there with me, even when I made Love to Arosha. Realization of this brought some uncertainty as I recognized the Goddess for who She was, yet that passed as a small understanding was given without words between us. Stepping back, She turned to look at a gap in the trees surrounding us.

No longer at the edge of Nightmares of unspeakable things, I had been brought to a small clearing surrounded by trees of every kind I had ever seen as well as some I had only dreamed of. Their sizes a testament to their age and the secluded area I now stood in, a place full of ancient, natural power. I waited and watched once more, then stared in awe at the white stag as it emerged from the forest's shadows, one of the most majestic creatures I had ever seen in my entire life. Without hesitation, I bowed deeply, almost kneeling as I paid my respects to Him, the Horned God and Lord of the Woods. Looking up, I saw that He had also shifted to a form neither human, nor animal, but a majestic combination of both, the brown eyes full of wisdom and amusement. I also knew Him from the life I had lived so far, in a way, much better than I knew the Goddess.

"You have been given the gift," He intoned, voice deep, sounding like distant thunder and giving a hint of the strength He possessed.

"Now you must find the power within," She added, walking around me clockwise, Her consort copying Her movements. "Here us and remember..." They moved faster, their steps giving way to a dance as I felt my body stiffen, waves of energy, chills and heat flowing through me with each step they took, my lips parted in a silent gasp of surprise.

"Thought and motion,

Minds devotion,

Time exceeds,

A songs needs,

Place of power,

Chosen hour,

Heart to live,

Yours to give,

This sacred pact,

Is yours to have,

Help our will be done!"

"Aggh!"

The room spun crazily for a moment as I sat up in the bed suddenly, waking in a cold sweat yet unsure why or what had happened after the chant had finished. Someone touched my left shoulder and I jumped looking down quickly and seeing Rinnela looking up at me, her lapin expression worried.

"Something wrong, Sir?" she asked, sitting up as well and lightly rubbing my shoulder, her concern genuine as far as I could tell.

"Nothing...just...a dream," I said, giving a wry smile before taking her hand and kissing the back of it gently. Her gaze dropped slightly and a giggle escaped her lips, the skin beneath her furred face darkening slightly. From the scant light coming through the drapes over the window, I guessed that it was still late at night, maybe 1 am or so if the same time values applied here as they did in my own world. My eyes wandered over her form and I had to pause a moment, appreciating her beauty before leaning close to kiss her lips lightly. Her response was immediate and full of passion as she moved to sit in my lap, her soft hands cupping my head as she pressed her lips against mine. I held her as tightly as I dared to, both of us staying like that for a long moment before she ground her moistening sex against my shaft. I gasped into the kiss and pulled back a little, more than willing to give into the desire I felt, my hands reaching behind her to squeeze her ass slightly, making her mrrr with anticipation. Already hard against her, Rinnela rose and tilted her hips slightly before easing my human length into her hot, moist vagina. The lapin whimpered slightly as my member spread her nether lips wide, the tightness of her pussy unlike anything I had felt before, almost a third of my shaft still exposed as the head of it pressed against her cervix.

Biting my lip, I groaned as she encompassed most of my shaft before the tip ground against her cervix, causing her to cry out slightly in pain and pleasure at the sensation. She started a rhythm, slow at first so that she could get used to the girth of my manhood, then slightly faster with each moment flexing her pussy walls so that my shaft was massaged and milked of the pre flowing from it, Rinnela unrelenting, her eyes closed with a look of incredible pleasure upon her face. I shuddered beneath her, left hand grasping her shoulder, the other on her hips as I tensed my own, lowering my lips to kiss her bouncing breasts, closing them around her right nipple and suckling eagerly. She screamed, her sex tightening like a vice around my shaft as her juices spilled onto my lap, her pace slowing for a moment as I growled in delight, the vibrations going straight into her breast. I could feel my balls starting to swell with seed, coming close to the brink of my own orgasm as the Lapin's painted claws dragged along my back a moment, wide eyes opening to stare into my own with a look of bliss and surprise, lips parted to allow her moans and mrring to fill the air along with my groans and almost animalistic growls. Pushing me back without warning, I looked up at her with a slight grin that quickly twisted to become one of complete bliss as she bounced herself up and down my throbbing shaft in a way that only a rabbit could manage.

I tried to speak, to ask her to slow down, but each time I did so, she changed her position slightly, so more sensitive parts of my manhood would be massaged by her burning pussy. Writhing beneath her, I felt a tightening in my balls and a familiar wave of cold tingling rushed through me, followed by a wave after of my burning seed jetting from the tip of my member. We cried out together and bucked wildly as we let the maelstrom of sensation and emotion sweep us under, our bodies freezing one moment at the height of bliss before falling together. Panting for breath as I held Rinnela, I closed my eyes and buried my face against her shoulder as she kissed my neck and nuzzled gently.

"How was...that...Sir?" she murred, snuggling and giving my softening shaft another slight squeeze with her pussy, causing me to groan a little.

"Pleasurable," I whispered, kissing her passionately for a long moment as I relaxed slowly, exhausted and more than willing to let sleep reclaim me. "Silverstream is a very lucky Beast..." She churred at that comment and laid her head against my chest, our bodies still joined and only adding to the afterglow we both felt. This time...there were no dreams...

***

During breakfast, I wrote down as much of the dream as I remembered, allowing Rinnela time to freshen up in my room. Something moved at the edge of my vision and I saw Yuman Silverstream standing there, dressed completely in white and silver silks, as well as beige breeches.

"Good morning Sir," I said, moving to stand only to stop as he raised a hand.

"Please, stay seated, Denver," he told me taking the chair opposite to me, returning the smile. "There's no need for you to be that formal around me unless there are others close by. I've just come here to give you the gold I owe and take Rinnela home, that is if that is alright with you."

"Yes, of course," I replied, raising an eyebrow at his last comment. "And what do you mean 'if it's alright with' me?"

"Ahh, I keep forgetting that you're an Outlander," the Otter said. "Forget what I said then. From the smell and look of you though, it would seem that you enjoyed My servant's company last night after all." I nodded, shifting in my chair slightly, unsure how to reply to such a comment. "Ahh, and here she is." Turning, I saw the lapin jumping down the steps as she spotted her master, racing over to us and hugging him enthusiastically. They both laughed and kissed for a moment before looking at me with wide smiles on their faces. "I hope you enjoyed yourself last night, Rinnela. I hope that...Denver wasn't too rough on you..."

"Far from it if I may say so, Master," she replied, giving a buck toothed grin and giggling. "Seems that I won our little wager though..."

"Hush! That's no way to speak of someone that has given you a nights pleasure, nor shown the honor that Denver has," he growled at her with a good-natured smile. I chuckled at that, growing a little more confident at those comments.

"And just what kind of pleasure was Denver giving if I may ask?" intoned a female voice behind me, recognition causing a cold knot to form in my stomach as I looked to see the speaker. Arosha was standing behind me, with a hand on the pommel of her sword, a grim smile upon her face as her golden eyes met my own. I almost flinched as she moved closer and sank gracefully into the only remaining chair to my left, crossing her legs and looking from Yuman, to Rinnela, to me and back again.

"Arosha Moonflow, what a pleasure to see you," Yuman said, smiling and nodding his head in greeting before looking at me, his gaze becoming questioning as was Rinnela's. "I take it you know young Denver here?"

"Yes," she replied, looking at me again, golden eyes boring into me, as if seeking some kind of truth. "He's a stranger in these lands and I left him here while I went to go find something important..."

"Aahhh, in that case then, before you jump to conclusions," he said, nodding at me and leaning back in his chair. "Denver here won last nights game of Che'Magra and since I didn't have enough coins with me, I asked my servant if she would mind me placing her as a marker for the money I would owe. She agreed and Denver won the final toss, meaning that she was his to do with until I could pay him." Arosha breathed a small sigh of relief, but was still staring at me with an expression I couldn't place.

"I see..."

"Anyway, the two of us should probably get going. Here is what I owe and hope to see you again," Yuman said, "Until that time. Farewell..."

I bowed slightly as they left and steeled myself for a rebuke from the wolfess, even though I could think of no reason for her to do so, besides jealousy. Waiting until they were out of sight, Arosha stood slowly and beckoned for me to follow her upstairs and closed the door to the room we had shared.

"What the Hell were you thinking? Joining a game of Che'Magra with the coins I had given you?" She snarled, whirling around to face me. "Did you win the cloths as well, or did that slut of a rabbit give them to you?"

"No, she didn't. As for what I was thinking in joining that dice game was a way to pass the time. I thought it would have been more acceptable than visiting the local whore house or the Wayward Vixen," I replied, looking at her calmly and trying not to cross my arms at the same time. "Or was I wrong in trying to stay out of trouble for the most part?" She took a step back and tilted her head, contemplating me momentarily before sighing.

"How much did you loose?"

"Around forty gold, but that's only from the last few nights," I said, moving over to the bed and lifting the near pumpkin sized silk bag of gold and tossing it on the bed before her, along with the other smaller drawstring pouches, each one nearly bursting with coin. Arosha's eyes widened as she reached out to open one of the bags, spilling the coins into her palm.

"How many games did you play?" She asked, nearly breathless.

"Only five," I said, sitting down on the bed and waiting for her to say something else.

"This...this is more money than I make in three months," she whispered, looking up at me. "Did you cheat?"

"No, I took a chance to play and won." Again, almost near silence. "Look, Arosha, do you want me to apologize for what I did with Rinnela or not?"

"Wha-? Oh...." She said looking at the floor, her expression turning sheepish as she sat down as well. "It's just that...kress...I don't know how to say it..."

"You feel responsible for what happens to me and so on?" I commented, reaching out to touch her cheek gently. "I thank you for the help, but I had to do something to occupy my mind. I'm just one of those kind of people. Anyways, were you successful in finding that friend of yours?"

"Yes. I told him as much as I could about your glove and what you've already told me. He couldn't say anything one way or the other about it without actually seeing the object itself," the lupine female told me, sighing slightly and touching my right hand tentatively. "He wants to meet you but not here. We've got to leave today for Olmanda, three days journey overland on foot. Day and a half with a Rammadan Riding lizard."

"You think there's enough here to buy one?" I asked tilting my head slightly. "As well as supplies?"

"More than enough," Arosha replied, chuckling a little...

The raptors were far more intelligent than the Jurassic Park movie gave them credit for, each one actually responding to individual questions or comments. As far as I could tell though, they weren't really tame, more like a wolf that had been raised with a family of humans; the feral aspect was still there. Two of them were for riding; the last was for supplies and anything else that was needed, Arosha making the final preparations.

"Ok...can you think of anything else we might need?" She asked as I helped her strap on the last pack to the raptor.

"Nothing in regards to survival," I said, my eyes looking over the three creatures then to the lupine female. "Except for something to defend myself with..." She gave me a puzzled look before realizing that I still had no weapons.

"Of all the-" she started to say then laughed and shook her head. "I thought you would have been smart enough to buy something in my absence."

"Well I'm not exactly the type of person to go looking for fights, Arosha," I replied, taking the reins of one animal while she lead the others down to a shop near the edge of town. No outward signs indicated what was sold however; the selection of weapons in the window was indication enough. Everything from halberds to throwing knives were neatly displayed on hooks and in cases covered with bars under the glass. Entering the shop after tying up our mounts, I nodded to the badger behind the counter and started to look around at the wares present as Arosha sauntered over to talk with him.

"What now? You didn't break another sword did ya, Girl?" Asked the 5 ft furred beast, his accent Scottish. Leather smock obscured most of his form, but beneath it was a light blue shirt and possibly black breeches. Despite the lack of height, the badger looked as if he could have given the Terminator a run for his money, both arms resembling the branches of a three thousand year old tree.

"Not quite, Domonique, " She growled slightly, amusement filling her voice, the clicking of her claws easy to hear from where I stood, before the sword section. "Actually, I need your help to outfit Denver here for a long journey."

"Hmmm...Any preference?" Domonique said, stepping out from around the display and coming over to look at me.

"Not really. In truth, I've never really used any weapons besides knives," I replied, carefully picking up a long sword from it's hooks and examining it. The handle was long enough to use two hands if needed, guard was slightly curved towards the edges of the 5 ½ foot blade. From what I had heard about swords as well as the few I had held in my own world, I was surprised with how light and balanced it was.

"That's a fine weapon there, something that a blade master could really make use of. However, since you have no skill to use it in such a manner," he commented, reaching up to carefully grasp the blade. "Might be best to teach you a few things before seeing if you can handle using it in the first place. Follow me please." Setting the sword down, he opened a door at the back of the shop and stepped out into what appeared to be some kind of training area. Wooden weapons adorned the racks along with padded leathers and shields, most of them dented from repeated use. Picking up wooden replicas of the weapon I had chosen from the shop, he handed one of them two me and stepped into the training area. "Attack me." I raised an eyebrow at his command as I spun the weapon around a few times to get a feel for it, and then brought it around in an upward slash. The badger easily blocked and knocked it away before closing with his own group of attacks, moving faster than I had expected. I did everything I could think of to stay inside the circle without getting hit and barely succeeded. "Not bad for someone who knows very little," Domonique said, backing off a few steps. Smiling, I attacked again, slashing from left to right before bringing the wooden blade up and around in a kind of loop, only to be blocked again. Something moved at the corner of my vision and I reacted without thinking, raising my right hand.

Bright light seemed to erupt from the silver bands of the glove as wind roared in a vortex before me. I felt something shift inside of my body as all emotion was swept away with a surge of energy unlike anything I had felt before, but only for a moment.

Domonique shouted in surprise before grunting as he was thrown into the wall, the wind and rush of power I felt fading quickly, making me stagger and gasp for breath, feeling like I had run for nearly half a mile. Looking up at the badger, our gazes locked, both surprised in a sense and dazed by what had happened. It was the badger that smiled first though, as he stood up and made his way over to me, Arosha beating him but not by much, resting a hand on my left shoulder.

"What the heck just happened?" she said, looking at both of us as I tried to stand up with her help.

"Some kind of magic I think," Domonique commented, rubbing his left shoulder a little. "It doesn't help learning how to use the sword though if you attack with powers such as those."

"I-I don't know how I did it. I just wanted to block it and-" I said in a whisper, shrugging a little as I leaned on Arosha a little.

"A magic shied spell from an untrained youth?" the shop owner commented, tugging at his whiskers a little as he stared at me. "You should speak with Nannrec then about this. He might be able to help teach you a few things, or at least help you use this power."

"That air brained shaman?" Arosha snorted, smiling a little. "The chances of him knowing anything besides how to tell who's cheating at Che'Magra are slim. Spends more time smoking Dream Grass and drinking those brews of his than anything else."

"Be that as it may, He's done some unusual and extraordinary things, Arosha," Domonique replied, picking up the sparring weapons and replacing them on the racks as he gestured for us to follow him back into the shop. "However, you can't always rely on magic to solve all your problems. Denver's shown that he knows how to use a sword well enough to not cut off his own foot so...Let's see...Thirty gold pieces for it and a scabbard..."

"Twenty-five," Arosha said, hand on her hips and tilting them just so, her expression giving the idea that she was serious.

"Twenty-eight," he retorted, crossing his arms again, growling slightly.

"Twenty-six," the lupine told him, turning away and walking over to one of the few pieces of armor on display. "If you add in one of these chain mail shirts along with a set of leather gloves, I'll give you 50 gold total."

"Alright. You've got yourself a deal, Arosha," Domonique said at last, ducking down a moment before emerging with a sheath for the long sword. Digging out the appropriate amount of coins, the badger counted them again as Arosha finished setting them on the counter, then moved over to the selection of chain shirts. Choosing one, he walked over to me and handed it to me. Like the sword, I had expected it to be heavier than it actually was, feeling more like a very heavy sweater with rings covering it. Putting it on, I grimaced slightly at the tightness in the shoulders, but that's all I could really complain about. Thanking him, we left the shop and started off for Olmanda, my mind filled with questions and worries about what lay ahead for Arosha and I as well as what else would be revealed to me...

***

By the second day, rain had started falling in drenching sheets, not as cold as it usually was in my world, it never the less managed to soak my face and chest despite the water proof cloak and shirt I wore. Thankfully, Arosha knew many covered trails that followed the main road yet kept most of the weather off our heads, the raptors needing fewer rests once they got used to the slight chill in the air. The camping spots were vacant caves or overhangs of giant boulders scattered in the forest and hills, mostly dry since the small rivers of water flowed away from such places. The end of the third day brought the welcomed shelter of ruins, the building seemed to have been a castle at one point in its existence. Pulling my mount gently into one of the larger surviving halls, I looked around in amazement at the stone figures set high into the pillars between each of the broken windows. Grey and white stone was dark with grime and mosses, the room a large circle with the dome mostly intact. Tiled floor was chipped and broken, the colorful display now dull and listless with neglect. Based on the rows of low benches and rotted cushions, I guessed that this was a church or holy place of some kind. Unlike the other catholic ones I had been in though, the rows were bent on either side to form two semi circles, a slight depression in the stone floor at its center. Under the farthest wall were two particular statues that caught my attention, both of them covered with patches of moss and lichen, though it was easy to tell what they were.

The first was of a woman, white marble, carved with incredible detail, the only cloth she wore being a carved section going from her left shoulder, over one side of her breast, then across both her raised arms, creating a bit of an alter. The other was a humanoid stag, majestic and powerful, one arm raised to the ceiling, his hand holding a crystal clear orb, his other clutching a still gleaming silver dagger with an ivory handle. The stone was obsidian and apparently seamless, craftsmanship unlike anything I had ever seen before. Together, they presented a picture of beauty and strength that was seldom shown in such a way in the world I had come from.

Something nudged my shoulder and I jumped slightly, turning to see the raptor giving me a quizzical look, the back of it's mouth curved upward in apparent amusement.

"I'm fine. Just...A little unused to seeing such things," I told her, reaching up to gently rub her neck, making her give a strange crooning sound in response. I knew that the raptor was female, but couldn't say how I knew. Just the same with the two males that Arosha now led over to one of the pillars.

"You ok, Denver?" she asked, removing saddle and packs from the other two animals after staring at me a moment.

"Yes. What is this place?" I asked, starting to unpack and get ready to set up camp.

"It used to be the castle of Lord Githmourn, an outpost in a sense of the Krydonian Kingdom," Arosha replied, leaving the muzzle on her beasts before getting out her tinderbox and gathering a few pieces of wood for the fire. "Unfortunately, the sickness that spread across the land over three hundred years ago killed everyone here, except for the Druids that came to help, as well as the other learned beasts of the Pagan faiths."

"This is a holy place is it not?"

"It is. Lord Githmourn was one of the few that kept to the Old Ways and had this temple built for the times of year when the weather outside wasn't in favor of the rites and rituals of the priests and priestesses," she told me. "Only a few other Lords and Ladies did the same at that point in history. The others were caught up in the new beliefs sweeping across the land with the plague, the followers believed that it was a sign from some long forgotten deity that was now making His presence known again. Thankfully, not too many fell victim to that particular fever..."

"A similar thing happened in my world," I said, nodding as I guided my beast over to the others and removing the saddle and muzzle. Working its jaw slightly, the raptor regarded me strangely again before turning to its fellows and nuzzling them. "Except that the growing religion tried to suppress or destroy anything that resembled the pagan ways. Whether it was people or villages, those that didn't believe as they did were slaughtered as demonic servants or pushed into hiding."

"A sad thing to happen," she said, finally lighting a small fire in the depression and turning to face me. "Denver what in Selea's name are you doing?!" I looked at Arosha in surprise as she rushed over and grabbed the muzzle I held in my hands, moving to put it back upon the raptor. The scaled female snarled and backed away from her, flexing her fore claws a little as I stepped between them.

"What's wrong, Arosha?" I demanded, wondering if I was a fool to place myself between two females that could kill me as easily as they could look at me. I could feel the Raptors warm breath on the back of my neck and shivered slightly at the though of what she would do to me if she thought Arosha was a threat to be dealt with.

"You never take their muzzles off unless they're going into a pen of some kind," she said, her hand moving towards her sword as her eyes locked onto the creature behind me. "That's inviting them to attack you and anyone else that's with you." The Raptor gave a strange chuckling gurgle before snorting at Arosha's comment.

"That won't happen," I said, lowering my arms and giving my lupine companion a serious look. "If they wanted too, they could have done so to their keepers or us long before."

"Only their training keeps them from attacking us," she argued.

"If that was the case, they would have made sure that no trainer survived any attempt to tame them," I told her, shaking my head. "I'm more at risk being attacked by her now than I was before we started this journey." An uneasy silence passed between us, all of us, as we waited to see what would happen. Something shifted behind me and I chanced a look back at the scaled female behind me, seeing the raptor sitting down and nuzzling her companions again after giving Arosha a baleful look that brought a small grin to my lips. "They won't hurt us if we trust them," I said at last, moving to rub the necks of the others and slowly removing their muzzles. There was no sudden attack, no loud screams of freedom and a mad dash to the nearest door. They simply made themselves as comfortable as possible by the fire, piling up as much soft leaves and such as they could and laying together for warmth. Giving a slight growl, Arosha backed off and continued setting up camp, though she never turned her back to them...

***

...Removing my cloak and boots, I crawled under the heavy blanket and onto the pallet I had placed only five feet from the fire, glancing around one last time before closing my eyes. Something landed on the ground beside me and I opened my right eye enough to see Arosha putting her own pallet next to mine and tossing the blanket onto it before removing her clothing where she stood. I watched her and smiled slightly, enjoying the way the fire danced over her gray furred body as she turned slightly to look at me, a faint smile upon her lips.

"You're going to be cold, sleeping like that," I commented, sitting up a little. "Even with the blanket and your fur."

"Why else do you think I brought you along?" She replied, smiling and lifting up my blanket to crawl beneath it with me, tugging gently at my shirt. "Do you really need all of this cloth to keep you warm?"

"Well, I don't have the benefit of fur like you," I replied as she snuggled closer, running her hands over my chest and slowly taking off my shirt...

***

...My eyes opened again, seeing the night still drawn tightly around the temple though it looked far different than before. Stone shimmered and shifted, as if it was column of smoke with only the vaguest of outlines to give it the form needed for recognition. The blankets flowed from me as I moved to stand up, leaving the shadow of Arosha on the pallet. Someone danced around me, around the misty embers in the center of the depression, two figures clothed in light and darkness alike, weaving around each other, a soft, ethereal music surrounding us. Moving closer to them, I felt them caress my face and shoulders, invitingly, their emotions willing me to join them, swaying slightly before I stepped into their pattern and became a part of it. I moved with them, my eyes eventually adjusting to the surroundings enough to show me who I was dancing with. Both of the statues had come alive, their forms appearing to be without any kind of bone structure, graceful, almost liquid, my own body starting to feel as if my own bones dissolving and some other kind of strength entering me. The Stag moved closer, eyes intent on me momentarily before turning away and continuing, his steps faster, my own trying to follow and catch up, mimicking each action he took. Moving closer, my gaze strayed to the Lady, eyes fixing upon Her and almost completely ignoring Her Consort before me. I felt elated by this, energy filling me with unimaginable power, all of this...

My hand touched His and passed through it, disrupting part of His form as it shifted to become whole again as I moved closer with each step, only to have the same thing happen a second time, then a third. More and more of the Gods form vanished, and with each pass, I felt my own body shifting, organs quivering as bones grew heavier, muscles tensing a little. Blue/green fire erupted from my eyes as I neared the Goddess, hands almost touching one moment, and then caressing the next, our heartbeats filling the chamber as did our breaths. Instinct and desire becoming one as She slowed Herself in offering, embracing me as though I had always been Her lover. Kissing Her passionately, I pulled back from it with a gasp, my body burning to please Her, to be within Her, giving all that I was to the beautiful woman I now held. Pulling Herself up by using my shoulders, a quick simple movement of Her hips was all it took to drive my throbbing shaft into Her burning sex, legs wrapping around my waist as I cried out in pleasure at the overwhelming sensations flowing through me. Sinking to the floor as She started to move herself up and down my shaft slowly, I held Her tightly, eyes wide with wonder as I watched her, felt her around me, urging me on. I groaned and shook my head as I felt my balls start swelling, member aching for release as Her vagina massaged it expertly, the heat from Her overwhelming.

"A gift..." She whispered to me, violet eyes locking onto my own as She held my head between Her hands, lips parted to emit a moan of her own into the darkness around us. "One...of many...this night..." I didn't understand, but then again, my mind wasn't concerned with her words, only... I howled like a beast as my orgasm hit, sending waves of seed into Her fertile womb as She milked me for all I had, my body arching back as my eyes closed. Falling back gently, I held Her close, basking in the afterglow of lovemaking we shared as my mind slowly lost its ability to think clearly, exhaustion claiming me again. "Awaken reborn...My wayward Son..."