Chapter 1: Prelude
Allen walked down the gravel path, reveling in both the scenery and the solitude. He was in the cabin area of Heron Bay Provincial Park, just north of Gimli Manitoba. The day was a warm one, just slightly short of being unpleasant. On either side of the path grew huge pine and fir trees, with juniper and saskatoon bushes growing in between the solid trunks. Most of the animals in the area avoided the camp sites, but there was the occasional bold chipmunk that darted across the path.
Allen took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. It was a nice change to get away from civilization, even if civilization meant the sleepy farm town of Carman. He sighed again, a bemused smile on his face. He never told his parents or even his younger sister this, but he loved the northern wilderness, even though the neatly pruned trees and bushes here hardly qualified as wilderness, unless compared to the puny planters and manicured lawns of most towns.
The trip from Carman to Heron Bay was a long one, almost three hours if the trip would have been non-stop. As it was though, with all of the shortcuts and food stops, the trip dragged on to over four hours. Allen, a quiet youth of eighteen, survived the voyage by reading Stephen King's Pet Semetary and sucking on his private stash of jawbreakers that he kept carefully hidden from his sister Kiera. He'd also brought his laptop computer, but was saving it for later, in case he finished his book. This trip was supposed to be a last big family event before he went away to university, but it was more like a reason to get out of the house. The entire family was suffering from a bad case of cabin fever, so, ironically, Allen's mother rented a cabin on the shores of Lake Winnipeg. Kiera loved the idea of being close to a lake. Throughout the summer, she'd spent more time in the town pool than she had at home. Allen's parents liked the thought of a change in pace, while Allen, of course, went along for the solitude. It wasn't like he didn't like socializing; he just liked being his own boss for awhile. No one needing his support, no one to get in his hair, it was a refreshing change.
The cabin they were staying in was small, a four person, one room job. It had no bathroom and no running water, but it did have electricity at least. The benches in one corner could be converted into rude cots, and there was a futon for the parents. Through a sliding glass door, there was a screened porch with several chairs, looking out into the woods. All in all, a good enough place to stay on a cheap vacation.
Allen, after unpacking his stuff, had grabbed his book and took off, mumbling some sort of excuse to his parents. He'd intended on finding a shady rock to sit down on and read, but his travel-cramped legs insisted that they needed stretching. He stuck his book into the pocket of his baggy shorts, and sauntered over to the closest information board. Taking a map, he set out for the nearest of the many nature trails in the area. This one wound its way into the woods, and to the top of a hill overlooking the lake. On this hill was just the rock he had been looking for. He glanced at his watch, and found that there was still lots of time until his parents would expect him back. He cracked the book open, and settled down to some serious reading, lulled by the breaking of the waves.
* * *
Cursing himself again, Allen tore down the path. Once it started getting late, he'd continued down the path. He'd been most of the way along when he came to a huge deadfall blocking the way. There was no way through the thick brush around it, so he turned around and booked it back the way he came. By the time he made it back to the main cabin area, darkness had fallen almost completely. The winding path forced him to slow to a leisurely jog. This probably saved him from a nasty fall when a hand reached out of the bush and clapped over his mouth. The hand's partner grabbed him across the chest and pulled him into the underbrush.
Allen, taken by surprise, had hardly started fighting back when a smooth feminine voice whispered in his ear.
"Don't struggle. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you make me"
Feeling that this strange woman had the strength to back up her threats, Allen let his body go limp.
"Good," whispered the voice. "Now, I'm going to let go of you. You won't move, scream, or turn around, right?"
Allen decided that this probably wouldn't be a good time to point out that turning around counted as moving. He nodded. The hand covering his face lifted, and the arm wrapped around his chest loosened.
"Who are you?" he asked, keeping his eyes obediently forwards. The woman answered, her breath tickling in his ear.
"Who I am doesn't matter. What does is that I know who you are, Allen Clearwater. I have heard of you, and would ask a service," she passed a folded piece of paper over his shoulder. As he reached for it, he caught a glimpse of his captor reflected on his watch. What he saw was difficult to comprehend. His eyes almost seemed to slide away from her outline. He caught a brief look at a lock of brown hair, and an impression of what might have been a pendant, before he dropped his hand, now holding the paper.
"When I am done speaking," the voice said, "you will go back to your cabin, without looking behind you. From then on, follow the instructions on the paper I have given you. Tell no one about what you do"
Allen felt a slight breeze, and the woman spoke no more.
* * *
Back in the cabin, Allen received the abuse that he'd been expecting for showing up much later than he was expected. Since it was vacation, his parents did cut him some slack, especially after explaining what happened. He left the last little bit out of the conversation, however, thinking it wise. He didn't have time to investigate the message until well after dinner. Using the excuse that he had to go the bathroom (a plausible excuse, as he really did have to go), he found some time for himself. Sitting alone in his stall, Allen unfolded the note and read the close, neat text by the dim lights.
Allen, my master has need of your experience. Three hours after the moon's apex, be at the door of cabin eight. Come alone, and bring your electronic abacus. LET NOBODY SEE YOU! This is of utmost importance.
The note was signed simply 'a friend'. Allen turned the page over, almost expecting there to be more written on the back. There wasn't. Something about the note bothered him. Although it was written in a steady, legible script, some of the letters appeared wrong somehow. Almost as if the person was using a slightly different alphabet. There was also the line about an electronic abacus that bothered him. He assumed that this meant his laptop, but then, why wouldn't the note have said computer, or laptop? Also, he hadn't thought anything about it at the time, but something about the way her hands felt to him wasn't right. More and more, this strange woman was giving him the creeps. He sat back, thinking. He could ignore the note, acting as if it had never happened. Considering this, Allen remembered the strength of the arm holding him captive, and the air of authority with which the woman spoke. No, it would probably be unwise to cross someone like that.
For the second time that day, Allen tried to puzzle out the strange events that had taken place. For some reason, a woman that he couldn't get a good look at wanted him, a nobody, to come to what was probably her cabin in the dead of night. She wrote using a strangely shaped alphabet, and didn't know what a computer was. Things couldn't get much stranger than this, he thought to himself, starting back towards the cabin. Once there, he made sure that his laptop was ready to go, along with a small pocket knife that he carried at all times. When consorting with strange women, one can never be too careful.
The evening passed slowly. Allen half-heartedly joined in his family's card games to pass the time, paying them little attention. His distractedness caused his parents to exchange concerned looks, but they didn't say anything about it. On and on the night wore; his family finally turned out the lights well after one in the morning. Allen sat on his bunk, 'reading' until his family fell asleep one by one. By the time that three was drawing near, Allen's muscles were tied in knots from tension. He had no idea what to expect once he reached the strange woman's cabin. He grabbed the bag with his laptop and silently crept from the cabin, closing the door behind him. His destination wasn't too far, being only a few hundred meters away from his cabin. He walked on the grass along the side of the path so as to prevent noisy gravel crunching under his shoes.
Just before rounding the corner to cabin eight, he stopped. His heart was pounding a furious tattoo in his throat. Allen held his hand out in front of him. It was shaking. He took a deep breath and clenched it into a fist. After a few seconds, he relaxed his grip. The hand was steady. Taking another deep breath, he stuck his hand in his pocket and wrapped his fingers around the pocket knife. Without withdrawing the tool, he flipped open one of the blades. Just a precaution.
The cabin seemed to be dark, but all the windows had been covered with plywood, so there were few places that a light could be seen anyway. Allen stepped up to the door, and knocked gently. Almost immediately, it swung open. Cautiously, Allen stepped inside, looking back and forth. The cabin was completely dark, the only light coming from the door in which he stood.
"Come in, please. Come in and shut the door." From the size of the cabin, Allen deduced that it was the larger, six person model, with two rooms. From what he could tell, the voice was speaking from the pitch black second room. Reluctantly, he closed the door. The building was cloaked in complete darkness. He heard quiet, clicking footsteps approaching from the second room. The woman spoke, sounding closer this time.
"So, you came. I have to admit, I didn't think you would. Most outsiders that I know would have taken to their heels after an encounter like the one earlier," there came a chuckle. "I guess you're tougher than you look. It would seem that it's time for an introduction. But before I shed some light on the subject, I'll warn you; I'm not exactly what you are expecting,"
Before Allen could inquire exactly what it was that he was expecting, the woman said some strange words that slipped through Allen's mind, leaving him wondering if she had said anything at all. At the moment she finished, a brilliant white light flared from a small crystal in her palm. If nothing else she had said was true, Allen wasn't expecting what he saw. The woman definitely wasn't human, although he was hard pressed to say what she was. Her elongated muzzle was similar to that of a rat's, but her pointed ears more resembled an ass's. The woman had chestnut brown hair, which was, at the moment, tied back into a ponytail. Her eyes, the same ones that he had seen reflected in his watch earlier, were a deep, cold blue. Her clothes were simple, consisting of a loose green tunic and canvas trousers. She stood digitigrade on muscular feet with carefully tended claws. It was hard to be sure in this light, but Allen thought he could see a whip-like tail swishing behind her.
An impatient tsk brought Allen's attention back to the mystery woman's grey furred face. As she spoke, he was enchanted with her sparkling blue eyes.
"Now, if you're done gawping, we have business to attend to. I assume you brought your electronic abacus?"
For a few seconds, Allen was puzzled. He then realized that, not only was she speaking to him, she had asked a question. He pulled the computer from the bag.
"Yes, here it is. I'll just set it up on the table here." As the machine was booting up, Allen kept sneaking glances at his hostess. She was rummaging around in a small woven bag. In fact, although the bag was only the size of a shopping bag, she was shoulder deep, and appeared to be straining to reach something. All sorts of unlikely noises were emanating from the bag; sloshings, the clinking of many glass vessels, and a sound that Allen could've sworn was the clucking of a contented hen. Before he could ask about the nature of this strange sack, the woman crowed with delight and withdrew a piece of parchment. Approaching the table, she lifted the glowing crystal so that she could read the label on the folded parchment.
"I was sent here," she addressed Allen, "to search out and retrieve one Allen Clearwater, as well as the artifact that he will call kahm-putah. Once I have found him, that is, you, I was to give you this note," She passed him the parchment, and left him to read it by the light of the monitor. She, meanwhile, seemed to be inspecting his laptop.
Allen, still slightly befuddled by the nature of his 'hostess', unrolled the parchment. It was written in the same way as the note, with some letters appearing wrong, and other letters that Allen didn't recognize at all. From what he could puzzle put, this is what the message read:
_Allen Clearwater;
If you're reading this, than it means that Kris has found you. Before I say anything else, let me say this: even though she isn't human, you should treat her as such, with all the respect you would give a woman of your species (but don't tell her about that last, she's quite sensitive about her appearance).
I have sent her to your world to seek you out, and bring you back here. I wish I could tell you more, but there is a slight chance that this message will be intercepted. It shall suffice to say that you have skills and knowledge that would be extremely useful to Kris and my endeavors. Before she brings you here, however, there are a few things that I request you bring. You have a collection of 'e-books' on your computer (amazing invention. I wish I had one myself! To keep things simple, I've described it to Kris as an 'electronic abacus', as she's never seen such technology before). Among these are some related to the game known as Dungeons and Dragons. If you could bring all that you can with you, I would be truly grateful.
Before leaving you to the task of returning here, I request of you, please don't tell others in your world, or any other, about what you are doing. There are some that don't want you to see your next Gift of Life ceremony. I look forward to finally meeting you in person._
Archmagus Alichandros
Letting the parchment roll up in his limp fingers, Allen leaned back in his chair. All this was starting to become a little too much to process.
"So, your name's Kris?" his confused mind couldn't think of anything else to say. The woman - Kris - looked up from examining Allen's login screen with a sigh.
"Ali gave you my human name, huh?" At Allen's yet more confused look, she explained. "I'm a nezumi - or a ratkin, as some barbarians insist on calling us. When we live and deal around humans, many nezumi take on a human name, as many humans have trouble with our real names. Mine, for example, is Kri'ck'ss Bk'toh. But that's not important now. We need to get back to Tahirrim. Is there anything else that Ali needed you to do before you left?"
Allen shrugged
"He wanted some things from my other comp--abacus. It really doesn't matter now; we're too far away, and I don't have any way to connect to it from here" he stored all his e-books on his home PC. He carried only the books that he was reading on his laptop. "I guess this Archmagus will just have to do without the books."
Kris frowned.
"When you say connect, how much space would you need?" Allen, still trying to wrap his head around the connotation of the letter answered, a little absently
"Not that big, just enough to let a radio signal through. A sound that we can't hear" he said, in response to Kris's inquiring look.
"Would the size of a fist be large enough?" she asked, fingering the crystal hung around her neck.
"Probably," Allen looked around. Kris seemed to be staring off into space.
"Concentrate on where you want to connect to" her voice, while unchanged, seemed different, almost as if something was speaking through her. As Allen focused on the computer room of his house, Kris began humming a strange tune. It had a feeling of tenseness, as if the song were causing the air to stretch like a great rubber band, about to snap. The hummed tune increased in intensity, and Kris put one hand on Allen's shoulder from behind. Her other hand held the crystal pendant tightly against her breast.
Just when Allen felt that he couldn't take any more of the strange music coming from Kris, his hand seemed to rise of its own accord. He felt a jolt of power flow from his shoulder, and along his arm. He could actually see raw energy flowing from his fingertips as green wisps of light. The possessed hand pointed, and drew a small circle in the air, before flicking at the center, as if knocking a piece of wood from a cut hole. There was a quiet pop, and a feeling of release, as the magic circle in the air spiraled open, revealing the glow of a computer on standby.
"Go ahead," encouraged Kris, "look through". Allen looked, and what he saw astonished him. He was looking into the computer room of his house, half a province away, as if through a hole in the wall. Tenitavely, he prodded the hole. His finger passed right through, and bumped the back of the monitor. The ambient light changed, as the tiny bump was enough to kill the screensaver.
"A worldgate!" Allen exclaimed breathlessly. The spell energy required to create a magick this complex . . . it was almost impossible for one person to do it! He turned to Kris.
"You. . . you're. . . spell level. . ." he started mumbling something about character levels and saving throws under his breath. Kris sniffed.
"I wish I could take the credit for this, but all I did was activate the stone and give it a location. You gave it the location, actually."
"I did?"
"Well," she began, almost embarrassedly "I thought that master Ali would only be interested in summoning a powerful mage, so I assumed that you had enough talent to point a spell. And I was right," she said with a sniff. "I can prove it. She mumbled something to the crystal and it went dark. In the dim light cast from the glow of two computers, she handed it to Allen.
"All you have to do is say shirak"
Allen looked at the stone curiously. Shaped vaguely like a seashell, it appeared to be made of a cloudy diamond, or translucent quartz. It was slightly warm, and seemed to be vibrating gently.
"Shirak?" he asked her, unsure if he had heard her right. Apparently he had, as the stone gave a sharp quiver and light exploded from between his fingers. The light flickered for a few seconds, and then died. Kris yelped, and snatched the pendant back. She hummed gently at it, but nothing happened. She tried several resonating words without luck. Finally, in disgust, she threw the pendant down on the table. It landed with a solid thud, making the table lurch to one side. It didn't bounce.
"Damn. It's discharged. That last worldgate must've drained it dry" Kris cursed. Again she tired activating the stone, almost desperately. Finally, she threw herself down on the futon, lying on her back stretched out and looking up at the ceiling. "I don't suppose you know anything about charging magic stones? Without it, we're stuck here" Kris asked Allen without much hope.
"Nope, sorry" he snapped his fingers "But I know how to find out!" he logged onto his laptop and accessed his now nearby home PC through its wireless network. Clicking through several security checkpoints, he started copying his entire D& D book collection. While the later books were copying, Allen opened the first book: Arcana Unearthed: Magical Artifacts. While it did mention methods for creating magical stones, and how to use them, it only pointed to another book on how to 'recharge' them. Usually only experienced mages could pour energy into an existing artifact, thus the adventurer would pay to have his wands 'reloaded' as it were. Looking at a footnote, Allen groaned. It read:
_Recharging the Batteries: Players and used artifacts
If your campaign is of a high enough level, PC magic users may wish to learn how to charge their artifacts. For more information, see Wizards and Warlocks: Epic Handbook pg 118._
While he did have the book, it would be one of the last to transfer. The process worked in alphabetical order. He slumped back and glared at the computer. It would take almost an hour to complete copying the library. He turned to Kris and told her so.
"I don't suppose you want to talk about where you're from?" Allen asked, after a few minutes of silence. To his surprise, Kris launched into a tale starting from her childhood. She'd lived with her parents in the region of Blackmarsh, the southwestern province of Tahirrim. Shortly before her coming of age ceremony, a plague swept through the town, killing her mother, and addling her father's brains. He was sent to live with some cousins that Kris hadn't met, but she met the Archmagus. He needed an assistant, and she needed a roof over her head. Since then, she'd been living in his lab in the capitol city of Flaegron. After he'd spent several days staring into his scrying pool, the Archmagus had given Kris the pendant and the note, with instructions to find Allen.
The telling of the story lasted almost an hour, giving the computers enough time to exchange their data. Allen brought up the book, with Kris reading over his shoulder. The page referenced was almost no help. The author rambled on and on about how to cast spells into magical artifacts, and how to curse objects. Kris, having as much difficulty with the text as Allen did with the letter, went back to her bag, looking for something to eat. While she rummaged, Allen found another footnote, directing him to Veneficus Ceremonius: a guide to Rituals and Ceremonies. Opening that book, he finally found what he was looking for. He read aloud to Kris
"The energy required to recharge a magical stone is immense. Even the highest level mages are drained by the process. The only other source of enough magical energy is . . ." Allen stopped reading, a slightly astonished look on his face.
"Keep reading! We need to charge the thing!" Kris sat up, waiting impatiently for Allen to continue
"The only other source of enough magical energy is," he read, tentatively "the energy released at the sexual climax of two mages"
Kris smirked
"Nice try kid, but I try to avoid relations outside my own species"
"I'm not kidding! Come see for yourself." She strode across the small room, and read the paragraph over Allen's shoulder. Before she could say anything, Allen jumped in.
"Look, I know we just met, and I can understand if you don't want to, but there seems to be only one way to get you - us back to your world. There are no mages in this world, and I can guarantee that there aren't any nezumi either. But if you say no. . . just know that I'm not trying to force you to do anything."
Kris stared at the page for a long time, reading and re-reading the 'procedure'. Finally, she sat down heavily on the futon.
"Well, it appears that we've been backed into a corner," she said, plucking at the hem of her shirt. "You're sure that there are no mages in this world?"
"If they existed, I'd have heard of them,"
"And there are no other ways to charge a spent artifact?"
"Short of divine intervention, no. And before you get your hopes up, this world is short of true clerics also" Kris sat back for a few more moments, then stood up, again crossed the small room, and planted a firm kiss on the pleasantly surprised Allen's lips.
While he recovered from the unexpected show of affection, Kris had already removed a layer of clothing. Under her simple apprentice's garb, she wore a surprisingly modern-looking set of panties and a bra. The sight of Kris standing before him in her skivvies caused a pleasant stirring in Allen's loins. While he hadn't actually had sex before, he was a man of the internet, furry porn being some of the more pleasant things he'd discovered. He found himself rising (in more ways than one), and embracing Kris, the pair's lips locking together. His hands rubbed circles through Kris's fur; against her shoulders, down her back, to the base of her tail. Their tongues explored, her rough, long tongue wrapping around his smooth. While he explored her body with his hands, she went about unbuttoning his shirt and rubbing his chest and firm stomach. Her breasts pressed against his chest, while her hands fumbled with his belt. Finally pulling apart for air, Allen helped her with the belt, his four keyboard-smoothed fingers brushing against her three lightly furred digits. Dropping his pants to the floor, Allen stood in his shorts, admiring the body of the beautiful woman that he was to share a bed with.
"Not that it matters," Kris asked, rubbing her flat stomach erotically, "but I'd like to know, are you of age yet? I ask because you're still living at home, without apparent occupation"
Allen smiled.
"I'm a scholar. I leave for university next month. I just turned eighteen in April" at this, Kris laughed "What? Is there something funny about being a scholar?"
"No," she said, catching her breath, "but you - eighteen!" she broke into gales of laughter, and fell back onto the futon, clutching her quivering abdomen. "Why, I wouldn't put you at a day over seven!"
At this Allen smirked good naturedly
"What would that make you?"
"Turning eight next Wednesday, if you must know! It's bad luck to ask a lady her age,"
Allen thought back to the D&D books. All of a sudden, the ages made sense: nezumi aged much faster than humans, hitting puberty at four, and coming of age at six. If he remembered correctly, the average nezumi lifespan was a little over forty years. Of course, this had nothing to do with sex, and was pushed from his mind the moment Kris removed her bra.
While she didn't sport the gigantic quadruple D-cups that were favored by many a fur, Kris wasn't exactly flat-cheated. Before Allen could get his hands on them, Kris donned the crystal pendant. It hung directly between her breasts, the chain fitting the curve of her chest perfectly. Again the two joined at the lips, the short fur of Kris's breasts tickling Allen's bare chest. Though Kris sounded nervous when she spoke, and she seemed reserved, even during the passionate kisses, her nipples stood erect, proving that her body wasn't as nervous as her mind. Allen, acting almost as much from instinct as from his 'internet education', brushed the hand not holding his partner close across her sensitive nipple, eliciting a shiver of delight from Kris. Still caressing with his hands, Allen sat down on the futon, bringing him almost perfectly eye to nipple. Tweaking with one hand, Allen licked the other nipple, taking it into his mouth. He suckled at her breast, occasionally grazing his teeth over the sensitive flesh, delighting in the lustful shivers it caused. His free hand rubbed her lower back, and started to push down her panties. Kris gasped slightly as the cool night air touched her exposed nethers. The panties slid to the floor, and she absently stepped out of them. Prying Allen from his position at her chest, Kris also sat down on the futon. Her eyes met Allen's, and for the first time, he saw a fire ignite in her icy depths. With a little growl, Kris pulled Allen into another fierce kiss, pressing her naked body against his. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, and danced across her teeth. Her own tongue chased his, wrapping around it with a gentle squeeze. Suddenly, with one quick motion, Kris shoved Allen backwards onto the cushion, and swung a leg over his neck. He found himself less than an inch from Kris's womanflesh, the heat wafting over his face.
"You think you're good with that tongue of yours? Then you better put it to good use!" She spread her legs apart farther, which dropped her lips onto Allen's face in a slightly wet 'kiss'. Surprised by her sudden assertiveness, Allen gasped, receiving a snootful of pheromones. He cautiously extended his tongue, and lightly ran it across her pussy, causing her to shiver in pleasure. She had an interesting salty, yet sweet flavor that drove Allen wild. Again and again, he slowly, teasingly licked her nethers. She bucked, trying to steer Allen to 'just the right spot'. As she bucked quicker, Allen slowed down his licking, but pressed harder. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to control her gyrating, and to spread her apart farther. While he gave Kris the attention she craved, his member tented his boxers, almost crying to be released. Kris, facing away from this sight, fondled herself, moaning in pleasure. As she began to come away from herself, she began singing softly:
_It doesn't matter what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for,
And if you dream of meeting your hearts longing_
It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
For love
For dreams
For the adventure of being alive
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your mooOOOOON!"
Her last syllable was drawn out by Allen suddenly thrusting sharply inwards with his tongue, while simultaneously rubbing her clitoris with his hand. In her moment of weakness, Allen gained the upper hand, flipping Kris onto her side and sliding out from under her. Kris, now on her back, raised her eyebrows.
"So, the kitten has teeth! But did he have enough of a meal to satiate his hunger?" She spread her legs apart, giving Allen the view of a lifetime. He was suddenly acutely and painfully aware of the throbbing length between his legs. With a quick gesture, Allen freed his member from its worldly prison by undoing the button on his shorts. Kris laughed.
"Ha! Kitty has such a pretty sword! But the time for swords is over! Kitty should sheath it for the night!" She wiggled her hips, and propped herself up on her hands. Despite her joking matter, she was clearly aroused, judging from the scent permeating the small cabin. Allen knelt on the futon between Kris's spread legs, and brushed his cock over her pussy lips. Both obviously were ready for the next part physically, but Allen hesitated.
"It's, er, my first time," he said, sheepishly. Kris, seeing that he was intimidated by her actions, drew her legs together and rose to a half sitting position. She tried to say something, but it took several tries before she spoke
"I'm sorry if I made you nervous. It's just that - it's my first time too" Allen looked surprised
"I thought - the way you were acting -" Allen stammered.
Kris sighed.
"It was an act. My mother, she always said that a man would never want an inexperienced woman in his bed. She - she schooled me in how to act when I was - When a man -" Allen put a finger to her lips. The finger fell away and his lips replaced it. This kiss was different from the others. It was tender, not rough; the kiss of two people deeply in love. It went on, until both had to 'surface for air'. Allen spoke first.
"Nothing that you can do will disappoint me. Just do what feels right" Kris nodded, drawing him back into the kiss. While their mouths were joined, Kris ran a clawed finger from the base of his semi-hard cock to its tip, making Allen moan into the kiss. She pulled away,
"I know we just met, and I know that this will be the first time for both of us. I want to see your face when you take me" She resumed her previous position; on her back, legs spread. Allen discarded his shorts, kneeling on the mattress between Kris's spread legs. He placed his cock against her slit, and looked into her eyes.
"Together," he said, brushing his hand across her stomach.
"Together," she responded. Allen thrust gently forwards, while Kris pushed with her hips. He slipped inside easily, Kris being still quite lubricated from his 'servicing' earlier. Her eyes rolled up into her skull with pleasure as he penetrated deeper. There was a brief resistance, and a small squeak from Kris as Allen broke through her virginity. Almost as if this was a trigger, Allen thrust quickly forwards, hilting himself into his lover, and eliciting another small noise from her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she moaned passionately. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt. Fingers alone couldn't bring this kind of pleasure! Rational thought was quickly pushed from her mind though, as Allen began thrusting in earnest. He went slowly at first, slowly, but deeply; it seemed at times almost as if Kris would split apart about his penetrating length. The appreciating moans egged Allen on, causing him to increase his pace. He, unlike Kris, was almost completely silent, although one could tell by the look on his face that he was in a similar state to Kris, losing almost all conscious thought and enjoying each moment of pleasure as if it were his last. His pace increased with his lust; Kris's moans became yelps. She almost frantically played with her breasts, as if her hands couldn't keep still. The slapping of skin on fur echoed throughout the cabin. Kris's increasingly loud noises began scaring nearby birds from their trees. Finally, with a grunt, Allen thrust as deep as he could into Kris, releasing his load. Creamy seed spurted into his lover, sending her over the edge as well. As she screamed in ecstasy, she contracted, squeezing Allen's length in a surprisingly strong orgasm. Just as she was starting to come down, the crystal she wore flashed a brilliant blue. It was almost like a switch; Kris's screams doubled in intensity. She wrapped her legs tightly behind him and Allen continued thrusting hard into her, amazingly large amounts of semen squirting from him quickly coated Kris thoroughly and began leaking out. Where the lovers' fluids combined beneath them, a pale blue mist formed, flowing towards the now dully glowing pendant. The more mist it 'inhaled' the brighter its glow became.
Finally, after what seemed longer than an eternity to the entwined lovers, the spell ended. The two separated, but stayed close, neither wanting the moment to end. Even just touching each other was enough to cause a feeling of peace and contentment to settle over them.
"I do," Allen said suddenly, rolling aside. Kris looked over.
"Hmm? You do what?" She drew closer to him. As he answered, he absently ran his fingers through the short fur on her arm.
"That song you were singing, you asked if I would risk everything for love, for a dream. And I would. I will. I don't know how long this master of yours wants me, or why, but I'll go. All I have to look forward to here is a humdrum life, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Besides -" now he turned to look into her eyes, and ran a gentle finger under her chin
"I think I'm in love,"
* * *
"Excellent! Things are going splendidly!" The figure was bent over a silver basin full of water. He stared into it, seeing the events that had taken place at his orchestrations. He smiled, but it wasn't an evil smile. In fact, it was almost fatherly, the kind of smile that a parent would have while watching their child take their first steps.
"Yes, splendidly," he murmured to himself
Well, that's that. This is my first public yiffy story, and until I get inspiration, it'll be my last. This took an amazing two months to do, what with all the university stuff going on. . .
Any suggestions as to what should happen next would be welcome!