Saints and Sinners
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Yes, this is another yiffy dream I couldn't resist writing down, this one with a very different flavor from "A Yiffy Dream- Ermin". As a forewarning, there are heavy horror elements to this story, so if you don't like porn in your creepiness, or creepiness in your porn, you may want to go elsewhere.
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It was eleven o'clock on the dot. Along the cobblestone streets of the historic quarter, a throng of well dressed males and females filed into the large manor house, chattering happily among themselves. Minks in long coats strode on soft paws, arm in arm with foxes wearing top hats and suit coats with tails, eyes bright with laughter. Graceful cats in floor-length ball gowns drifted like blossoms on water towards the door, trailed by admiring mice in smoking jackets and spats. Hansom mules escorted delicate avians along the paths, carrying their delicate frames across puddles, holding their parasols. All furries, all species, all in the most elegant of finery... all sinners.
It had been this way for hundreds of years. The city grew up around the manor house, but it was well-placed hands in the government that kept the ten square miles surrounding the manor house secluded and unchanged as the historic district; and the patrons of the house wouldn't have it any other way. The rich and the poor alike mingled at Manor House, though there were but three rules: all must observe the dress code of their most absolute finery; only the invited were permitted to join; and they were to tell none where they were going, where they had been, or what had transpired there.
Inside the stately halls of Manor House, beautiful servant girls dressed in soft white cotton, seemingly frozen in time at the height of supple youth, bustled in the shaded servant alcoves to prepare everything for the guests. A delicious banquet was being set upon the table, fine wines taken from the cellar and poured into crystal goblets for the guests to enjoy. Marble ashtrays edged in gold, meticulously buffed to a shine, were placed by the table, and the elegant chandeliers had all their snow white candles lit. Along the corridors, servant girls bowed to the guests, offering to take jackets and parasols, guiding the merry throng up the grand double staircase, past the ballroom and to the banquet hall. Nobody knew that the elegance before them had taken fifty girls hours to complete, and nobody cared. The men took off their jackets, the women gave the servant girls their parasols, and all guests were escorted up the grand stairs with their thick, plush, wine red carpeting, past the ballroom with its tall, intricate windows and black grand piano, to the soft glow of the banquet hall. All was going exactly to plan.
The delighted guests marveled at the delicate gold-leaf wallpaper, the rich paintings of men and womenfurres throughout the ages, and the stately mahogany table and chairs, meticulously kept since the time of Manor House's first party. Soft afternoon sunlight filtered dimly though thick wine red velvet curtains, and silver serving dishes gleamed with the sparkling light from the chandelier as the guests settled into their seats. In the corner of the room, a quartet began to play the gentle strains of classical music, their dark clothing making them blend into the corner of the room, hats tipped over their faces, hiding their eyes to give them the countenance of being but walking shadows and not actual creatures. Servant girls uncovered magnificent dishes, and began to serve the guests. Jovial conversation rose with the strains of the music, the servants slinking away unnoticed as the meal began. Downstairs, great heavy locks turned with a click of wrought iron keys, and the guests were sealed in as upstairs the heavy banquet hall doors were silently closed and barred shut from the outside.
Gathering in silent halls, the servant girls experienced a changing of the guards; those who had previously gone unnoticed downstairs, drifted upstairs like reflections on water, while those who had served the guests retreated to their hidden quarters. Milka took her place upstairs, passing the thin white curtained door of a bedroom, walking towards a pair of thick doubled doors. Her fine feline frame was so different than the one she had held in life, her body now more streamlined with her former pudge melted away by sixty years of silent labor at Manor House. The simple white cotton Victorian gown that had become the servant uniform moved with her body as smoothly as the blue-tinged white fur that graced her form as she threw open a pair of wide, heavy oaken French doors, walking out onto the balcony. Milka paused as she looked at the city streets below, bustling with tourists and vendors in the sunlight. Her pale blue eyes looked over at the stately clock tower as her eyes read the roman numerals... eleven fourty-five. Fifteen minutes until the patrons arrive.
Milka turned back to the hallway and entered the bedroom. Through the open servant's corridor, she could faintly see the guests gathering and knew what was going to happen. At fist they would chat, then they would eat and then... the debauchery; their final test. How swiftly they all fell into orgiastic pleasures! Most certainly the less restrained would be taken upon the tables, while the more reserved would be in the chairs or against the wall! A few women would reveal themselves to be bisexual, and a few males would be commencing in buggery. Would any of them notice the second set of doubled doors leading into the banquet hall? Few ever did, though they rarely commented upon it. At least nobody ever noticed the servant corridors, or most certainly, they would flee.
As Milka sat deeply in thought, an ebon-furred mustelid in the same delicate white gown as Milka walked through the servant's corridor, closing the hidden door behind her with a click. Her calm, dark eyes were cast in Milka's Direction.
"Milka, is everything prepared?", she asked breathlessly.
"Yes, Anise, they are."
"Am I needed here?"
"No, Anise- you may go."
"Remember the rules.", Anise's soft, almost coy voice said in parting as she turned to the bedroom door.
"And abide by them.", Milka replied with a soft sigh as Anise left, her floor-length dress trailing behind her.
Oh yes, everyone at Manor House has their own rules, guests, servants and patrons alike. The guests had few laws, as did the patrons, but the servants each had their own, varying in accordance to their duties. Milka's laws were simple: never speak unless spoken to; care for the other girls as you would a daughter (Milka was a head servant, after all!); don't comfort the new girls, allow them time to adjust; and never look into the eyes of a patron. The last one was not out of courtesy, but out of danger. Every day at high noon, the patrons would come in through the balcony, some on wings of night, some with sharp claws scaling the walls, and a few through the airy mists of the wind. It was for them Manor House was founded; the great grandsire of the current owner had debts to be paid, and apparently the family line was poor at avoiding incurring new ones. Somewhere between this life and the next Manor house straddles the line where sinners go to be judged, the worthy are sent to eternal paradise, the repentant are returned to life, and the sinners become the main course! Milka couldn't remember anything of her former life except having been human once... and having her only friends later on become her patrons. Perhaps she was spared? She didn't know, and didn't want to remember. She had seen the horrors of the banquet; the flashing claws and gnawing teeth of the patrons, the screams and agony cries of the guests, and the tattered survivors judged "worthy" or "repentant" cowering about the room like shaken rag dolls in tattered clothing; and knew that if she had been through such a thing, it was best to forget about it.
Dong... Dong... Dong... Dong... the heavy monotonous chime of the clock tower signaled high noon. Before the chiming was through, Milka sprang to her feet and darted into the hallway, closing the bedroom door behind her. Looking quickly around the hallway and seeing no other hiding place close enough to the door to turn back any uninvited guests, she slipped behind the soft white curtain obscuring the bedroom door. The first patrons arrived through the open French doors. A wolf in tattered black floated through the window like a ghost, his green eyes glowing faintly as his presence extinguished nearby candles. Milka turned away, looking through the small glass window set into the bedroom door. Milka knew that if any patron looked into her eyes, she would instantly be judged... and not knowing her past, this could spell her final death. From the corner of her eye, Milka saw a white ferret in a wedding dress accompanied by a bloodied horse in a riding jacket flutter through the window on ebon wings as at the edge of the balcony, a bestial rat sunk his long, knifelike claws into the molding of the balcony as he hoisted himself up. The rat's gold eyes scanned the area as his tongue lasciviously licked his muzzle. Milka turned her back to the French doors, panting to herself.
"Don't look, don't look!", she muttered under her breath, as she heard the heavy sound of talons scraping as the rat entered the hall.
Even though she knew she could not look, a part of herself found the patrons irresistible; she always had. Maybe that's why her faint memories contained only them? To console herself, she stared into the empty bedroom, looking at the simple bed in the corner of the room. She could feel the presences of the other patrons arriving, some were familiar to her, others were new, and a few were frightening. A heavy "shumph!" sound reached her ears as the second set of double doors leading into the banquet hall opened, allowing the patrons entry. A few voices shrieked in terror, some males laughed, and, faintly, a few females murred in delight. Milka shuddered, her delicate ears flattening to her head as she pictured the scene. Again, to console herself, she stared into the bedroom window and saw a rather handsome young male feline with chocolate brown and orange swirled fur sitting on the bed. He appeared quite ordinary, his clothes were a very nice button down white men's shirt and dress slacks. He was removing the shiny black shoes from his feet, placing them next to the bed, ignoring her. Milka's heart froze in horror; had someone discovered the servant hallway? Milka wedged her body against the door trying to look past the frosting of her breath on the glass to see. Sure enough, the servant corridor was open by just a crack. Had a guest escaped?
The young male unbuttoned his shirt and threw it over the head of the bed, then leaned back against the wall behind the bed. Milka watched him carefully until she noticed his eyes. His eyes were a pale blue, like the sky on a sunny day or the paint on old china, and held no whites, just slitted pupils. He was a patron. Milka turned away, but to her right she could see patrons still entering the manor, and to her left she could see still more patrons entering the banquet hall. She knew at first they would join in the festivities, then, once all had been judged, the slaughter would begin. Milka also knew she couldn't keep looking in their direction; hungry demons are not to be trifled with. She turned back to the bedroom door. Maybe the patron inside hadn't noticed her? Maybe he wouldn't notice her as long as she looked away from him in the bedroom? It was her only chance.
Milka turned back towards the bedroom door and gazed through the window. The male was staring right at her with those unearthly pale blue eyes. Milka reflexed in horror; she was caught. Those unearthly blues gazed deep into her eyes and she felt something slipping away from her momentarily. The slipping feeling ended, and she found herself suddenly very relaxed. The male hopped off the bed, walked across the room, and opened the bedroom door, motioning for her to enter. Having no choice, Milka entered.
"Won't you sit down?", his gentle voice rumbled as his thick paw motioned to the bed.
Milka sat down on the edge of the bed, paws demurely clasped in her lap. The male's long, fluffy tail swished behind him as he closed the door, locking it behind him. He then turned back to Milka and sat at her side.
"I saw you were admiring my eyes. Is this correct?"
Milka blushed and nodded, ashamed. An impossibly wide grin spread across the patron's face, yet somehow Milka was not afraid of his sharp teeth.
"There's no shame in admiring. I merely thought you'd like a closer look, that's all..."
Milka sullenly gazed at the floor. Was she doomed? The male gently began to purr... a strange, raspy rumble emanating from his chest. Milka turned towards him, ready to embrace her fate, casting her baleful eyes up to meet his... and she found herself lost again in unearthly blue as the male smiled warmly.
"See? That wasn't so bad, was it? We have awhile to go; was there anything more you wanted to do?"
Milka carefully reached out, and touched his chest. She had never been this close to a patron before. He smiled and touched her cheek reassuringly.
"Just do as you wish...", he assured.
Milka ran her long fingers through his soft, shiny fur, tracing the orange marbling through his chocolate fur. The male leaned back and relaxed, lying on the bed, head propped up against the headboard, smiling to himself as he watched her. Milka drew her legs up onto the bed, revealing soft footpaws and delicate ankles as the long skirt of the dress hung off the bed. Carefully, she slid up beside him, drawing herself close. She could feel his warmth and smell his scent, a soft cinnamon-y smell with hints of ashes and embers, and the musk of life. She found herself leaning in to kiss his neck. He simply smiled and reached up with his far hand, gently stroking the fur at the back of her head. With this encouragement, she began to gently kiss up and down his throat, his scent even stronger now. Her heart was beginning to pound again, but not from fear... she was becoming aroused. He must have been able to smell this, taking in a deep breath, his near hand gently reached up and stroked her side in a long, loving pet.
Milka found herself climbing on top of him, still kissing his throat as the skirt of her dress hiked up about her muscular bare thighs. As her long, ropey tail began to stroke his thigh, she, too, began to purr softly feeling his thick paws reach about her back, one gently hoisting her skirt to knead her bottom gently. Against the edge of her rump through his pants she could feel that he, too, was aroused.
"You know, if you want to...", the male began, but Milka slid down and undid his pants before he could finish. He looked on a little surprised, but smiled as if half expecting this.
"Wait a moment- hold on. Let me insert this to protect you", he said, reaching into his shirt pocket on the bed, pulling out a strange brown piece that appeared to be rubber, sliding out from under her carefully. "Just lie back and relax..."
Milka did as requested, knees bent, revealing her wet, open slit, her breath a soft pant already as he approached her. With a gentle motion, he pushed her skirt further out of the way, and then carefully inserted the brown object. Milka at first felt something like a tube, but the feeling quickly went away as she watched him remove his pants the rest of the way, revealing his ample erect member. Milka grasped the comforter on the top of the bed gently in anticipation... anticipation that was well rewarded as he gently guided his member in. Slowly, she could feel its shape bushing against every little ridge within her, the head gently swelling some to fill her as he began to thrust.
Her back bowed gently as she thrust against him taking her deeply. A slight prickly sensation occurred as the faint barbs began to raise to meet her, however, there was no pain, just heightened stimulation as his member moved, stroking her insides, building her pleasure as her breath deepened. A slight film of sweat began to form, clinging lightly to his chest as he worked, leaning forward to wrap his arms around her. Milka instinctively wrapped her legs around him, embracing him with all her limbs as their rumbling purrs echoed their pleasure.
Carefully, he brought his legs forward, digging his toes into the bed as he lifted her onto him, still deep within her. Carefully he rocked backwards bringing her into his lap as he settled back down onto the blanket, soft tail wrapping about hers gently. Gently he lifted Milka up and down upon his shaft, until she began to ride him on her own, her breath a deep steady rumble with her purring, her insides beginning to clench against him already. Her motions began to pick up a little more fervor as she rode, her insides beginning to ache towards orgasm, as he began to lift her once more, taking her now in long, deep strokes. Faintly, from the crack in the door, the sounds of pleasure could be heard. Murrs of delight mixed with a chorus of moans, cries, grunts and chirrs while, above all, the strains of gentle classical music drifted. Milka grasped his shoulders thrusting deeply as she released, her female self grasping his maleness, milking it, begging for mutual release, but none came from him. Instead, with a happy grunt the male squeezed his eyes half shut; moaning happily as he felt her efforts, his muscles rippling lightly under his fur, dewy with sweat.
Once Milka's pleasure had subsided some, carefully, he turned her body so she was lying upon the bed, however he, himself slid off. While still holding himself in her, he carefully stood up, Milka's shoulders now upon he bed as her legs were holding her up. Sensing this shift in balance, Milka's arms slid back to support her body some as he rode her from a new angle, carefully angling downward into her every-ready female wetness, body burning with desire. Already Milka found herself shuddering again as he continued with long strokes, the head of his shaft gently clipping her g-spot as he rode, every motion seeming intended as those murky pale blue eyes looked down onto her heaving bosom, the skirt of her white cotton dress falling about her chest in this position. The cries from the other room grew in intensity steadily now, with the more vocal members of the party eliciting barks and brays of pleasure, beastly cries as the reason was stripped from the party... and for once, Milka could enjoy herself as well!
Milka gazed up at the male gratefully and sighed "Thank you", as she felt another wave of orgasm sweep over her again, her inside clenching against him once more, milking his member, begging for release. Again, however, none came, though this time the male cried out in a delighted roar, thrusting deeply into her, further than she thought he could, almost painful but somehow only driving her deeper into the throws of ecstasy. As her orgasm subsided, the male withdrew his member in a sudden motion, then loomed over her, grabbing her skirt, tearing the soft cotton dress from her body, revealing soft white fur tinged with blue. He threw aside the dress, and then commanded her in a half-unintelligible voice to get on all fours. Milka did as commanded, climbing to her hands and knees upon the bed. She then presented herself, her vagina dripping with moisture from her orgasms, clinging to and matting the fur between her thighs as she raised her slender ropelike feline tail upwards, arching to her side.
The male climbed onto the bed, his raspy purr deep and heavy with his panting, sweat soaking his fur. He got behind her, then with a single stoke was back inside her again, thrusting away hard and steady. His powerful body leaned forward as his orange and brown marbled paws reached around her, massaging her free-hanging breasts, nipples perked with anticipation. Milka cried out, a strong feminine sound, quite unused to this sort of pleasure. His spines gently dragged against her insides, lead and followed by the head, each ridge inside her was teased as her g-spot and cervix both received quite a pounding. In the other room, the pleasured cries of the revelers were giving way to cries of fear and pain, all the while the same gently classical music played. However, between Milka's purring and the purr of the male on top of her, she could hardly hear them... not that she cared anyway; they had it coming.
As the other room became an orgy of blood and screaming, inside this room, there were the moans of pleasure from Milka and the raspy combined purrs of them both. Deep inside Milka, finally he released, the sudden gush eliciting an orgasm from Milka again, her insides begging his seed enter as he thrursted deeper and faster into her thirsty deeps. With a deafening roar, he came a second time, driving Milka over the edge, her entire body quaking under his intentions as she received him, the excess dripping onto the bed, soaking their fur. Milka reowed with joy, her body almost collapsing as she found herself growing weak from the continued pleasure.
Sensing this weakness, he stopped and wrapped his arms around her in an embrace, still deep inside her as they throbbed together, the rhythms of their joined sexes beating in sharp contrast to their loud, constant purring. Cradling her, he pulled her to the bed, both of them lying on their sides as Milka still shuddered faintly inside.
"Would you like one more?", he purred into her ear.
Milka tried to speak, but could only nod and, with one last thrust, he growled deeply, forcing one last orgasm for her, holding her close, spooning her as his hot seed burst into her waiting body one last time. Milka cried out in pleasure, feeling him dripping from her, moving her body as close to his as possible. And so the two lay there, their deep pants just beginning to slow, his deep purr rumbling through her chest, as Milka closed her eyes, a sweet smile gracing her face. Once reason had returned to them, he withdrew, kissing her gently. Milka turned to him and he touched her cheek.
"Want me to clean up?", he said with a relaxed smile, long tail swishing slowly behind him.
"Yes, please.", Milka said, whiskers raised with her smile.
The male slipped down to her feet and gently parted her legs. Then, he carefully removed the brown rubber piece which had formed itself into something of a pouch now, covered on one side by a white fluid, holding a surprising amount of his seed.
"What is that thing?", Milka asked, eyebrow raised.
"Oh this? Think of it as a combination condom and equalizer...", he said with a chuckle, "It keeps you from getting pregnant no matter how much I cum, and while dulling my spikes a little. I'm sure you wouldn't want to be bleeding now, would you my dear... Milka, correct?"
He put aside the spent object on the floor, then climbed between her legs, his raspy catlike tongue licking gently between her thighs, cleaning away the mixed fluids from both of them and the protective device. Milka murred in enjoyment.
"Tell me, how do you know my name?", she asked after a few moments.
Without lifting his head, he spoke between long licks, "Well, call me a regular, I suppose.... I saw you here, and heard it was your turn to be judged.... besides, I didn't care if I missed Lunch.", his tongue gently poked inside of her, forming a spoon-like shape to lick her insides clean. Milka shuddered half from pleasure and half from fear.
"...and I am...?"
The male, once finished, lifted his head from between her thighs and looked into her eyes,"...one of us."