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The Treasure We Find By Green

The snow fell down onto the mountain soil with that peculiar silence that you can only find outside in the winter, the kind of absolute lack of sound that sticks out so much from the average environment that it seems deafeningly loud. It was broken only by the crunching of the snow beneath the boots of the two foxes trudging up the hillside, and by their occasional sarcastic banter. "Thassius, are you sure you know where you're going? This doesn't look anything like it did in the summer..." The male sighed exasperatedly. "That's because everything is covered in snow, sister. Changes the contours of the land. Trust me. I never forget a route." His companion laughed. "Are you kidding? When we were staying in that inn in Tillsburg, you forgot the layout of a two-story building. Tried to sneak off to that Human tart's room at night, ended up picking the wrong door and climbing into my bed." "Seven gods, Venara, are you ever going to stop bringing that up? It was dark, and I was drunk!" The vixen laughed heartily and mockingly squeezed her bosom through her heavy coat, acting as though she was trying to look sexy for him. "Oh, I don't know, Thass, are you sure you don't just crave your sister's luscious body just like every other male on this earth?" As she winked at him and kissed the air, the tod cringed and then sighed heavily, shaking his head at his twin's behaviour. "I wouldn't bed you if we were the last fox-kin alive! Now quit playing with yourself, look, there's the cave." "Well I'll be damned, you did find it. Maybe we are going to get rich, after all!"

The two fox-kin were orphans, raised on the streets of the city of Wellworth together. Though they were well-known for arguing just about constantly, sometimes jovially, sometimes bitterly, they shared a bond like no other and trusted each other above anyone else alive. Growing up on the street, they'd become somewhat hard out of necessity, stealing to live and hiding from lawmen for their freedom. They both tended to come across to strangers as a little ridiculous, given the silly, light-hearted nature of most of their arguments, but this was partially intentional, as it caused people to underestimate them, a dangerous mistake. The two of them were more than capable of taking care of themselves, of course, but they became truly dangerous when they were taking care of each other. When they were only eight years old, a predatory brothel owner had cornered Venara when she was alone and told her rather bluntly that he wanted her on his payroll for his more unique clientele, who would pay very well indeed for the attentions of a young fox girl like her. He knew they didn't have any parents to protect them, and were, at the time, living by themselves in an abandoned bakery that had gone out of business years ago, away from the eyes of the city guard. The man gave her two options, and one day to make her choice: either she went with him willingly when he returned the next day, or he would kill her brother and take her by force. A sobbing Venara had told Thassius everything when he came back that night, certain that she would be doomed to a life of misery, her virtue brutally stolen from her. After listening to her story, he had held her tight and assured her that everything would be okay... and the vile predator never showed up the next day. He was found the night after that, under a pile of trash behind a local dive, with a sharpened piece of metal between his ribs, and his favourite luxury, a dagger with a ruby in the hilt, missing from its sheath.

A dagger very much like the one currently sheathed on Thassius' belt.

As they approached the cave, which was kind of hard to miss on this side of the hill, Venara slowed down, uncharacteristic nervousness in her eyes. Talking about a plan in theory and actually carrying it out were, as always, two very different things. "...I don't know, Thassius. Robbing a noble's place or picking a merchant's pocket are one thing, but stealing a dragon's hoard?" As she looked over at him, her ears slowly swivelled around towards the back of her head. She was really nervous, it wasn't just a show. "You know, you can always just run like hell if the noble has more guards than you thought, but there aren't any epic stories of would-be thieves making a daring escape from a dragon's cave after slipping up... either they succeed, or they're never heard from again." Thassius walked up to his sister and placed his hands reassuringly on her shoulders. This was a side of both of them most people never got to see. Truth be told, ever since they were children, having to put on a brave, sometimes fierce face to survive the world, they had only been able to drop the bravado and deception and be totally honest about their feelings with each other, not even letting friends or lovers get this close to them. This was why they trusted each other over all others, something Thassius was about to remind his sister of. "Vena, do you remember Alyssa? The skunk girl?" She snorted and smiled ever-so-slightly. "The one you fell madly in love with when you were fifteen? How could I forget? She was all you could talk about for months! Wanted to go for ridiculous heists to steal prizes 'worthy of winning her admiration'." He grinned back at her. "And how did that story end?" "She cheated on you, broke your heart, and you dumped her like a broken knife. ...Why exactly are you bringing this up now?" "Think about it, Vena, I wanted her so bad I couldn't think straight, I would have bragged about upcoming jobs to her, sold out my friends, done anything if I thought it would make her want me more." "I remember, Thassius, I was there. Why -" "And then, right when I thought my love for her could grow no stronger, you approach me out of the blue and tell me you saw her meeting up with that wolf from the banker's guild. A very personal meeting." He reached up and gently stroked her furry cheek with the back of a hand, something that visibly helped her relax. "I didn't accuse you of lying, or say you were just jealous because you were single, or try to deny what I was hearing. I thought I was really in love with that girl, but I believed you the instant the words were out of your mouth." "That's right, I remember, you broke down crying and I stayed up with you all night..." "And it never occurred to you that if anyone else had told me the same thing, I would have at least demanded proof, if I didn't pull my knife? Venara, you are the only person on this entire world that I trust absolutely." He gave her a tight hug. "I'm asking you to trust me, to have faith in me. If you really want to back out, I'll go back with you right now... but I think we can do this!" She chuckled softly and hugged him back. "You're good at inspirational speeches, brother, did I ever tell you that?"

The plan, such as it was, was relatively simple. A medium-sized red dragon (which was to say that it was only "really, really big" as opposed to "jaw-droppingly enormous") was known to make its home in this cave. Red dragons were not known to be openly malevolent, but they were known for amassing vast collections of precious metals and jewels in their lairs. Since no one had ever seen this particular dragon during the cold season, it was believed that the red hibernated during the winter. So the fox siblings had waited for the coldest time of the year, and trekked to the dragon's lair. They would slip inside, gather as much loot as they could carry quietly, and get the hell out without waking the dragon. As they entered the looming mouth of the cave, Thassius retrieved a torch from his pack, and began to fiddle with the flint and steel he'd brought to light it, a difficult task in his thick mitts. As it turned out, this was entirely unnecessary. As they turned the first corner, they saw that the tunnel ahead of them was lined rather evenly with odd orange stones set into the walls and ceiling, each one glowing brightly in the dark, lighting the tunnel rather well. As they approached one, Venara stopped, recognizing it. "Oh, these are heatstones!" "What in the who now?" "Heatstones, Thass, didn't you ever hang out by the mage's college? They're just a type of rock, but something about the stone makes them perfect for holding in heat, so wizards and mages and such like to enchant them with spells that make them give off light and warmth. The spells are apparently dirt simple, so they can last for years, and the stone isn't exactly rare, so the college uses them instead of torches." Holding up a hand, Thassius felt that the stone was indeed giving off a lot of heat. In fact, the air coming back at them from deeper in the cave felt like the inside of a busy bakery. "Well, that'll make the dress code easier to bear, eh, Vena?" She smiled at that, but did not respond. "We might as well do that now, then. The closer our gear is to the cave entrance, the less chance of having to leave it behind and freeze out there." With that, the tod removed his mittens and began to undo his coat buttons. Venara glanced down the long stretch of the tunnel and frowned, but then sighed and started opening her own coat.

When they were done, the two of them were clad only in simple underwear and criss-crossing leather straps covered in pouches of varying size. They didn't know how deeply a dragon slept, but they'd decided to minimize the chances of waking it by minimizing the clothes that could make sound on their bodies. Although their forms had their obvious differences, there were still similarities; both of them were relatively slender, though years of working this life had kept them both in excellent shape. They both stood the same way, a seemingly casual, yet very alert stance that would allow them to break into a run or drop into a defensive fighting stance at a moment's notice. As they left their clothes in neat piles, Venara shook her head to straighten out her long black hair, which had been cooped up under that thick winter hat. Her brother, on the other hand, kept his hair cut much shorter, combed straight back to prevent bangs from getting in his eyes during a heist. He glanced up at one of the curious glowing rocks as he prepared himself for the journey ahead. Thassius had actually been worried that they could succumb to the cold air if they weren't quick or careful, but with the heatstones filling the cave ahead, that didn't seem to be a problem. In fact, right now he was pondering the logistics of making multiple trips to and from the hoard. But as Thass turned to Venara to see if she was ready, he saw fear and doubt in her eyes again, hesitation in her posture. He sighed and whispered to her. "Venara... You don't have to go along with this if you don't want to." She blushed and shook her head. "It's not that, I know that if we're careful here, we could be living in luxury for the rest of our lives... but..." "Tell me what's wrong, sister." She took a deep breath, then gestured at her exposed form. "Look at me, Thass, I've seen whores better dressed than this... and, well..." Venara swallowed and looked down at the ground. "Nobody ever comes back from failing to rob a dragon... most people assume that the dragons just kill or eat them, but there are rumours..." She whimpered and quietly cursed herself for failing to contain her fear. "...Rumours that dragons don't just kill female thieves... that they - that they fuck them to death or keep them as sex slaves for the rest of their lives..." When she looked up again there were tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Thass, I should be focusing on the mission, but I can't stop thinking about it. I - I'd rather die than be a - a slave, especially for a dragon, everyone knows their lust knows no bounds!" Once again, Thassius walked up and took her in his arms. The twins were closer than most siblings; living a life of poverty and having had to rely entirely on each other for their entire lives, they'd seen each other naked so many times they didn't even bat an eye anymore, so it didn't even occur to them that sharing a hug in their underwear might be embarrassing. "Venara, I don't know if any of that is true or not any more than you do, and I'm not gonna lie and promise nothing bad can possibly happen, but..." He cleared his throat, clearly making an effort to keep his voice neutral. "I love you, Venara, and I would do anything to protect you. If it looks like the dragon has anything like that planned for you..." The tod looked down at his dagger in its sheath, which he'd tucked behind one of his pouch belts, before he finished. It would probably be about as useful against a dragon as a butter knife, but it made him feel better to have it. "...I promise that I'll never let that happen. No matter what. No matter how this ends... together forever, just like we promised." All she could say as she returned his embrace was 'thank you.' They held each other tightly for a long moment, completely silent, each one secretly wondering if this wasn't a huge mistake. But their trust in each other was strong, and eventually, they pulled themselves together and started to make their way down the tunnel, forcing bad jokes into the conversation in an attempt to lighten the mood back to its usual levity. "We'll be fine, Vena. Hey, maybe you'll get lucky and the dragon will be a female... or a queer." She actually giggled at that. "Oh dear, Thass, and you a virgin that way. Ouch. Unless the rumours about you and Bixby are true?" Thassius protested his innocence in the matter, and they already felt better. No good would come of lingering on the gloomy promise that had just been made, so they focused on the job ahead, and the riches that might soon be theirs.

Just as Thassius wondered for the first time how deep this tunnel went, the vixen's arm swung out without warning, held out in front of his chest and blocking his way. His thief's reflexes being very acute, he instantly froze, even though he had no idea why they were stopping. "Look." She was pointing at the floor in front of them. It took him a moment to see it, but then it shimmered in the light; a gently glowing set of runes carved into the floor. They spanned the entire length of the floor of the cave, and as he looked more carefully, he saw that they followed the contours of the walls and ceiling as well, forming a perfect ring. He shook his head, frowning. "Magic barrier. Black god, I hate magic." His sister flinched and slapped him lightly on the back of the head, glaring at him. "Come on, Thass, I'm nervous enough as it is, I don't need you jinxing the mission by naming the eighth god! Just a second." Rummaging around in one of her larger pouches, she produced something that looked very much like a magnifying glass. Thassius raised an eyebrow. "How'd you get your hands on a scrying lens?" Uncharacteristically, she blushed. "Ummm... I stole it from Hugh's bedside table." Thassius laughed once before remembering where he was. "Wait, Hugh the rat? The apprentice mage? No wonder you spent so much time at the college. I knew you two had a thing going." "Shut up, you dofus." "Awww, is someone embarrassed because she dated a rodent?" "Look, do you wanna know what that spell is or not?" He held up his hands and grinned. "Fine, fine, I can taunt you later." She gave him a Look and knelt down beside the runic circle, holding out the lens and peering into its depths, waiting for it to reveal the secrets they were looking for. "Okay... the good news is that it's just a barrier, doesn't, like, turn you into stone or set you on fire or something. The bad news is that it will prevent whatever it's attuned to from passing through. If it's set to, say, humanoids, then that circle right there may as well be a solid rock wall, we're not getting through. The dragon could waltz right through any time he pleased, though." "Well, crap, I scouted around the base of the whole mountain, this is the only cave big enough for a dragon to fit, unless there's an entrance way higher up. It is supposed to have wings, right?" "Yeah... wait a minute, this can't be right..." "What's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong, it's just..." She looked at him quizzically. "According to this thing, this barrier is set to magically repel... spiders." "Spiders?" "You know, little bugs, eight legs, spin webs?" "I know what spiders are, sis, I'm just wondering why exactly a_dragon_ would take the time to make a magical barrier that only keeps spiders out. Can't reds breathe fire? You'd think that would take care of it." "Yes. Hmmm. I tried again and got the same result." Carefully, Venara extended her arm. Her hand passed through the air above the runes with no trouble at all. Thassius shook his head. "I just don't get it, why would a dragon go to all that trouble? You think there's a nest of poisonous spiders nearby? Maybe the giant ones that live underground?" He looked around nervously, as if expecting a swarm of giant cave spiders to suddenly attack them. "No, I don't think so, they probably couldn't survive in this climate... Maybe it's just afraid of spiders?" Thass chuckled. "Yeah right, a red dragon is afraid of spiders. That'll be the day. Well, whatever the reason, let's just get going already."

Only a few minutes later, the twins rounded the corner... and stopped to stare. There, before them, was an enormous, open cavern. There were slightly smaller tunnel entrances off around the periphery of the cave, and while it was a mystery where they lead, the foxes didn't even notice them at first. No, their attention was instead drawn to the center of the chamber, where an enormous pile of shiny things was gathered. The vast majority of it was gold; gold bracelets, gold necklaces, gold coins by the hundreds, even a few suits of what appeared to be gold-inlayed ceremonial armour, but there were also a variety of other things in the pile, things like precious gems, fine rolls of silk, fancy swords, spears, and other weapons, this was indeed the mother lode that could make the two of them rich beyond their wildest dreams... and lying directly on top of it was a dragon, about thirty feet long, no doubt weighing several tons. Its skin was covered in ruby-coloured scales that gleamed in the light, which would no doubt deflect Thassius' dagger like it was a child's toy. Protruding from its back were two impressively-sized wings, which at the moment were folded up and over the dragon's body, as opposed to raised up in a threatening posture. Indeed, the siblings simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief; the creature was lying on its side, breathing deeply and slowly, and not moving otherwise. Tearing their eyes away from the impressive beast, the twins exchanged a glance, and then began to speak, using a language that consisted of a complex series of hand gestures, something they'd found very useful in situations where they wanted to remain absolutely silent. Thassius 'broke the silence' first. Looks like we were right. Fast asleep. He glanced over at the dragon before shaking his head and adding one other thought. Seven gods, that thing is big. Are you sure they said it was medium-sized? Venara shivered before answering, and not because of the temperature. They say the larger dragons can wipe out entire towns just to feed, blot out the sun with their wings... let's not make a habit of doing this, brother, I think I'd be okay if I lived my life never having seen a 'big' dragon.

Slowly, carefully, the two of them crept closer to the dragon. Naturally, the greedy urge rose up inside them to start gathering loot as soon as they came within range of the peripheral riches spilled loose from the pile. But Thassius and Venara were patient, cautious, and more importantly, smart. They would scope out the entire pile before determining the most lucrative items they could reasonably carry without potentially disturbing the dragon. There was one thing they had to make sure of first, though. Once she felt she was close enough, Venara pulled the scrying lens out of its pouch again, and slowly panned it across the room, keeping an eye out for the slightest twitch. She determined that a golden suit of armour had a minor spell on it that would keep it from losing its lustre, and that one of the spears had a more powerful war-enchantment that would give it significantly more stabbing power than the average spear, but other than that, the pile seemed to be clear. She signalled to Thassius that the riches around them weren't booby-trapped, so they wouldn't magically alert the dragon or trigger some horrible death trap if they touched anything. The problem was, most of the stuff was big and clunky. The golden armour was impressive, sure, and it would fetch a lovely price at any store, legitimate or otherwise, but it was big and bulky, not to mention partially buried in gold coins, so there was really no way to get it out of the cave without making a whole lot of noise. Meanwhile, the various swords and spears and such wouldn't catch such a good price for their weight. No, it did not escape their notice that there was a circular area cleared out around the pile that the dragon was sleeping on top of. While it was still part of its hoard, that would also be the dragon's 'bed', made of smaller things like gold coins and gemstones that could be shifted around more easily to adjust for the dragon's comfort. That was where the best haul would lie. Thassius crept forward, as silently as he could, while Venara paused for a moment to examine what appeared to be a sculpture made entirely out of golden cutlery and dishwork. They weren't connected in any way, but she felt pulling random things out would be a bad idea; one wrong choice and the whole thing would come crashing down, waking the dragon. Ignoring it, she turned and crept past the silent piles of loot, watching very carefully where she placed her feet; it would do her no good now to slip on a gold coin and land on her rump. She glanced up to assess the situation. Thassius had the side of the pile nearer the dragon's tail, leaving her to approach the side nearer the thing's head. She frowned, though couldn't hold it against him, since she'd have done exactly the same thing if she'd gotten there first. This won't be so bad, she told herself. It's not even facing this way... Sighing (quietly!), she moved closer to the pile, squatted down, and began to examine the lucre all around her.

The fox siblings began their work, shifting tiny pieces of the pile around so that it didn't make any noise, agonizingly slowly working gemstones free from the rest and carefully putting them into the many pockets and pouches covering their torsos. From time to time, each one glanced up at the behemoth sleeping in their midst; it was unavoidable, with such a dangerous creature in such close proximity. Thassius moved around the perimeter of the pile as he looted, following his instincts, but soon found himself backed into something of a corner; the hoard wasn't entirely cleared away around this sleeping pile after all, or perhaps some of it had fallen and the dragon hadn't bothered to fix it. Either way, it was more in the shape of a "C" than a circle, as he found a pile of gold and platinum coins blocking his path. He picked up a few of the rarer platinum coins, but the rest he left in their place; sure, there would be gemstones on the other side of the blockage, but moving it with the care needed to be silent would take hours, even with both of them working together, and besides, he had no desire whatsoever to search around in the pile on the same side as the dragon's four clawed limbs and dangerous head. Peeking around the corner, he shivered. Each of the claws on the dragon's rear legs was longer than the blade on his dagger, and viciously curved, like the swords that were popular in the western regions. His heart skipped a beat and he froze as one of those toes twitched slightly, as if the dragon could feel his gaze. He forced himself to look at its head, and nearly wet himself with relief as he saw that its face was still relaxed, the nearer eye closed, and a quick check of the beast's enormous chest revealed that it was still breathing deeply and evenly. Just a sleeping tremor, the way Venara's tail often bumped against him in her sleep on the occasions when they'd been forced to share a bed due to their homeless status. Shivering, and rather wishing he hadn't looked in the first place, he turned his attention back to the pile. He picked up a sapphire, a ruby, and a green stone on a necklace that he was pretty sure was an emerald, when suddenly he noticed something bigger underneath the surface. Picking up the coins one at a time and setting them aside, the fox-kin's eyes widened with wonder as he realized that what he was looking at was a perfectly cut diamond the size of his head. Picking up big things wasn't part of the plan, but... with the kind of money they'd get from selling that thing, they could buy their own town! He stood up and looked over at Venara, but she was just around the curve of the pile, and he wanted to do as little moving as possible. No way to discuss this with her. Biting his lip and sweating, he very, very carefully moved away the coins around the massive gem and gingerly set his hands upon it, not even pulling it away just yet, wanting to get a feel for it.

And that's when the dragon began to move.

Thassius yanked his hands away like the diamond had suddenly become red-hot, he and his sister both staring in horror, open-mouthed, as the enormous beast before him let out a quiet groan, and lifted those vicious-looking feet, rolling over to face the other way, sending coins and gems skipping and dancing down the sides of the pile. Each of the legs landed with a dull thud, and then... and then the dragon let out a sigh, settled in, and resumed breathing deeply and evenly. Thassius looked over to Venara, who was already signing, with slightly shaking hands, _ It's still asleep. I think it was just rolling over._ She looked over at her brother, and suddenly looked dismayed. Following her eyes to the floor, he realized that the dragon's four legs, and now its long tail, were lying across the path that separated Thassius and the dead end from the rest of the room. He swallowed and lifted his hands. Venara, I - Once again, she had already started signing. Don't you DARE tell me to leave without you. You can get out of this, just step over its limbs one by one, and soon we'll BOTH be out of here and counting our loot. He found he couldn't argue with that. Swallowing and making a brief, silent appeal to the green god that he would still be alive at the end of the day, he inched forward, ears pressed so tightly against his skull he could barely hear, until he came up to the creature's tail. Easy does it, Thass, he thought to himself, one step at a time. Holding his breath, he carefully lifted his left foot, and moved it, trembling, past the slumbering dragon's appendage, and lowered it to the floor of the cave, trying very hard not to think about whether or not it would feel it if he just brushed a foot across those scales. He let out his breath in a relieved sigh, which was interrupted by the fear that the sound would give him away, which caused it to be a sort of snuffling snort sound as he cut himself off. Venara waved one arm to get his attention, her ears swivelled back in her concern for him. You okay over there? Sounds like you're choking. I'm fine. Just give me a second. You couldn't stutter in a hand gesture-based language, but if he could have, he would have. He'd never been this nervous in his life, dethroning the previous record holder, which had been hiding in a closet, naked, after a one night stand turned out to be married... to the Captain of the City Guard. He grit his teeth and focused. If he'd gotten out of_that_ one with his hide intact, he could get out of this one. He lifted a foot again, intending to step over the nearest leg, when he was startled by sudden movement, and nearly fell over backwards onto the tail. The dragon's underbelly was covered, not in the hard armoured scales of the rest of its body, but with rough-looking flesh that looked relatively softer, but still provided formidable protection. There was a small bulge in the flesh near Thassius, and just as he moved to step over the leg, the bulge split open without warning, and something pink and slimy pushed out. Thassius barely managed to regain his balance, and both siblings stared as this extrusion steadily pushed out of the dragon's body, twitching and fattening as it went, occasionally throbbing visibly. Venara exchanged an incredulous look with her brother, and shook her head in amusement. I'm no expert on dragon anatomy... but that is definitely a penis. Grinning slightly, Thassius tilted an ear to signify sarcasm, something the two fox-kin had added to the silent language themselves, finding it absolutely necessary to make clear, given the way they talked to each other. I guess we know which kind he is, huh? He glanced at the dragon's form, which, apart from the sudden exposure, looked exactly the same as before. He's still asleep. Maybe he's just having a nice dream. 'Their lust knows no bounds', remember? Venara reminded her brother of his situation and beckoned him over. Well, hurry up and get over here before he has a wet dream and drowns you! Steeling himself once again, he continued moving, one limb at a time, taking extra care not to step on the dragon's phallus. As he passed over it, he thought he smelled an odd scent in the air, but it passed almost immediately, so he dismissed it. Plenty of odd smells in an old cave, doesn't mean the dragon doesn't wash himself properly. Pausing a moment to consider the size of the beast's now fully-engorged prick, he shook his head in amazement. There was no doubt about it, if the dragon tried to put that inside a creature the size of himself or his sister, they wouldn't survive. Wincing, he continued moving towards freedom, unable to help thinking that he really hoped this one wasn't a queer.

Finally, after what felt like months, he planted his foot on the other side of the dragon's foremost leg, and stepped to freedom, his twin moving forward to hug him tightly, releasing him only to 'speak'. I'm so glad you're safe! Kept thinking that I never said 'I love you too' after that speech you gave in the tunnel, and - This time it was his turn to interrupt. You never have to, Vena. I'll always know, even if we've been fighting. He winked at her and grinned. Now, let's finish filling our pouches and get the hell out of here, okay? She returned his smile and nodded, returning to the heap of pocket watches she'd found just before the dragon rolled over. The lens had shown her that one of them was enchanted to never run too quickly or too slow, but she'd lost track of which one it was when she was startled. Thassius moved to another pile of coins, sifting through it to try and find some more gemstones. As he considered whether or not to bring a star sapphire he'd uncovered, an odd thought popped into the fox's head. He'd never noticed how soft Venara's fur was before. They had touched and hugged hundreds, if not thousands of times, but somehow he'd never noticed the way her fur flowed so smoothly against his fingers... against his body. Blushing, he shook his head, as if to physically banish the thought, and tried to focus on his work. He was getting a bit more focused on Venara there than he felt comfortable with. He glanced over at her to see how she was doing - and found himself unable to look away. She was squatting down low, diligently searching through a pile of watches, which meant that her scantily-clad rear end was jutting out behind her... and Thassius was shocked to realize something else about his sister for the first time. He'd never noticed that Venara had a truly incredible ass before. Her curves, accentuated by her fluffy tail, floating back and forth behind her as she worked, were sleek and sensual, her proportions exactly what he liked most in a woman. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, as he imagined running his hands down her sides, feeling her fur against his fingers, hands clenching slightly as he pictured himself squeezing that luscious ass in both hands and... Seven gods, what in all the nine hells was he doing?! He forced his eyes away from his oblivious sister's rear, breathing hard, alarmed, as his mind reeled, a feeling of revulsion close to nausea briefly flaring through him. He'd just been fantasizing about Venara, his sister, his twin. There was only one person in all of Rilodell counted among his family, one, and here he was leering at her ass like she was a new bargirl at the Five Flagons. Taking deep, steady breaths to calm himself down, he briefly wondered if he'd triggered an unseen magical trap, and was now under the influence of some kind of love spell. Grimacing, he dismissed it as he realized he would have to explain why he was having Venara scan the cave again. He closed his eyes. It's the pressure, Thass, he thought to himself, You're letting the pressure get to you. Just focus on the job, we'll get out of here, and everything will be fine. Letting out a sigh, he opened his eyes, back in the game.

Venara had located the pocket watch she was looking for, and was examining it thoroughly. With gold and silver inlay on the casing, it was a remarkably fetching looking device, so much so that the thief was considering incorporating it into her fashion choices once they got out of here and were wealthy. She held it up and looked over her shoulder, intending to ask Thass if he thought she would look good with it, try and look confident for him. The words died on her 'lips', though, as her eyes fell upon her brother. Thassius had just stood up straight and turned away from the pile of riches, closing his eyes and arching his back, stretching his limbs. She guessed he was trying to get his head back in the game after that scare. But the way he was stretching pushed his chest forward, and Venara found herself tracing the contours of her brother's torso with her eyes. Had he always had such fine muscle definition? He wasn't thick and burly like the swords for hire who frequented the twins' favourite dives, but then one wanted to be lithe and agile in their line of work. And there were a few scars here and there marring his pelt, but they just served to make him look more dangerous and exciting to her. Thassius' skill was evident in the very way he moved; every footstep placed just so to prevent unnecessary noise, hands deftly manipulating tumblers, or lockpicks, or, in this case, individual coins in a large pile, to get the job done as quickly and as quietly as possible. But as she gazed upon her twin, the vixen wasn't thinking about the job. Venara found herself imagining tracing the contours of his musculature with her hands, not her eyes, slipping the pouch belts off of him as he gathered her up in those strong, skilled hands of his, that handsome face gazing back at her with those eyes that always seemed to be smiling... The vixen jerked back to reality as she realized with a start that she was starting to feel warm and damp between her legs as she leered at her twin brother the way she used to watch the local blacksmith's handsome apprentice working shirtless in the hot summer months. She managed to tear her eyes away just as Thassius opened his eyes and glanced in her direction. She was just as upset with this sudden change in attitudes as he had been, though her first thought as to the cause was to silently count the months that had passed since last she'd taken a man to her bed. Blushing, she turned to a nearby pile of loot. If she was fantasizing about her brother, she was in dire need of some male companionship. The embarrassed fox-kin made a mental note to see to that as soon as they returned to the city.

The fox siblings continued working diligently, and were well on their way to filling their pouches with valuables, but the longer they worked, the more those thoughts crept in from the corners of their minds, sneaking in whenever they weren't paying attention. Thassius stopped rooting through a pile of shiny but not especially valuable trinkets in order to scratch his nose, and suddenly found himself dwelling on a winter evening several years earlier when the twins had found themselves on the street, without anywhere to spend the night; they'd found cover from the wind in a home for sale, but there was nothing inside except a simple bed, and nothing to make a fire with. To stave off hypothermia, the twins had buried themselves under the covers of the bed and clung to each other for shared body heat. At the time, their thoughts had been occupied with the fear of freezing to death, but now, the tod remembered holding his sister's next-to-naked body in his arms, the way her breasts pushed against his chest, and found himself wishing it had been under more pleasant circumstances, perhaps in a warm, dimly-lit room at the inn, with those lavender scented candles she seemed to adore so much, taking the time to hold her close and run his fingers through her long, flowing hair... he nearly dropped a silver scabbard as he remembered, again, who exactly the gorgeous vixen he was mentally romancing was. As far as forbidden lusts went, this was about the worst time he could possibly think of for some to suddenly manifest.

Venara, meanwhile, kept thinking about the time when they were seventeen and she'd walked in on him with the skunk girl from the travelling carnival. Surprised by the intrusion, he'd turned to look behind him, slipping out of his lover in the process, and now Venara found it aggravatingly difficult to get the mental image out of her mind, Thassius standing next to the table, muscles tensed in anticipation in case someone unfriendly had discovered them, his half-turned stance inadvertently giving their audience the perfect view of the goods. Venara bit her lip, full of conflicted feelings, as she remembered her brother's rigid prick, standing tall and proud, still glistening with the skunk lass' juices. Back then, she'd been mortified, and had fled as quickly as she had on any botched job, only bringing it up to him later for some light-hearted teasing. Now, though, as much as she desperately tried to think about other things, she found herself helpless to prevent her thoughts from running wild, and imagined her past self closing the door behind her and boldly striding up to her twin, playfully challenging him to keep up with both girls as she threw an arm around his neck and lowered her other hand to - No! Using all of her will to force the image out of her mind, she shuddered. What was wrong with her?! This was Thassius, they'd raised themselves together, not some random bloke at the common room at the inn! Seven gods, these thoughts were sick! Monstrous!

...So why did they feel so good?

She shifted slightly, and as the belt pouch slid against her chest, she realized that beneath her simple bra, her nipples were achingly stiff. Daring to let out a whimper, the vixen made a surreptitious check of her underwear to see if her deviant lust had visibly soaked through. She was in the clear, as it turned out, but she had to get a grip on herself. She glanced over at the dragon, hoping a reality check would let her fear defeat her arousal, but instead her eyes were drawn to the reptile's glistening shaft, and the vixen shuddered as it reminded her of the fantasy she'd just worked so hard to push away. Venara glanced over her shoulder, as if to remind herself that Thassius was still working away, completely unaware of her disgusting train of thought, but when she looked, her twin was looking - at her? No, not quite, a bit down and back. She was about to glance beneath her tail to see if she had missed some valuable item in her haze of perversion, when Thassius started and quickly signed at her. Everything alright, chair? She frowned slightly. What did he - oh, the gesture for 'sis' was rather similar to the one for 'chair'... but he hadn't made that mistake since they were thirteen. Which meant - which meant his hands were shaking. She saw it clearly now. He was genuinely nervous, hiding something. Her heart began to beat faster as that irritating voice whispered secret hopes in her ears. Ignoring both it and her brother's mistake, she acted casual. Yeah, of course. This is going great, we'll be done soon. She took a deep breath and forced her own hands to steady before continuing. What were you just looking at, brother? There was no doubt about it, Thassius looked incredibly nervous as he gestured vaguely at the riches around them. Oh, you know, I was just He paused. There were no words for "uhh" or "ah..." or "er," in their silent language, but it sure looked like he was thinking them. I was just checking out the booty. She nodded absently and turned back around, not to resume searching for riches, but so that she could hide the look on her face, whatever it was. Shock? Joy? Horror? Two hours ago, she would have taken that statement at face value, assumed it was just nerves getting to Thass, probably gone over to comfort him, if only to prevent those nerves from compromising his abilities. But now... she tried to deny it, tried to ignore the very possibility, but... Thassius had been staring at her ass. She was certain of it, if not from seeing his eyes, then from his demeanour and the bad pun. It was just like him to hide his feelings and make a joke of it like that, even if it did bother him deep down. It was just his way. Her pulse quickened and her ears lowered as the thought refused to be ignored, screaming proudly in her mind.

He wants me too.

Her legs suddenly aching from this squatting position, she lowered a knee to the floor of the cavern, recklessly not even checking for objects in the way, knocking over a small pile of coins, though the minute clatter did nothing to rouse the slumbering beast. Mind reeling, Venara clenched her eyes and her jaw shut tight, made one last effort to resist, only to slump, muscles relaxing in defeat, as she was forced to accept the truth. Gods above... I - I want my brother. I want Thassius to hold me like a woman, not like his sister... I want him to - to make love to me. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes as she resisted her feelings no longer. Knowing they were true didn't make them any easier to accept. Nine hells, that's incest! How could this have happened? We've been together so many years, to have this come out of nowhere like this - She stopped there, opening her eyes, as she thought more carefully about that. How could this have happened? They'd lived together, bathed together, even slept together most nights through the tumultuous years of puberty, when the mind and body were least able to control their hormones, surely if there was any kind of attraction it would have shown up then, not now, out of the blue, when they were both adults... adults robbing a dragon's hoard. Fear and relief suddenly washed over her in equal parts. That had to be it! They were under some kind of spell! The lens must have missed something! She brushed the tears out of her eyes, hoping she hadn't been crying long enough for her eyes to get red and puffy, and stood up, striding over to her brother, hoping for an answer.

Thassius was wrestling with emotional trouble of his own when Venara surprised him, suddenly at his side. He barely managed to sign 'What is it?' to her, he was so nervous. She bit her lip, looking extremely self-conscious, and he couldn't help but wonder what had her so agitated. Thass, I've been - I mean that I can't, you know, wouldn't... Now he was nervous for another reason, what on earth had the vixen so upset? _ Vena, deep breaths, what's wrong?_ She winced and avoided his eyes, ears folded back. I... Thass, all of a sudden, I keep having... I keep having incestuous thoughts about you. She had been rather blunt and clinical to reinforce the idea in her mind that it was just a spell or effect of some kind holding them in its sway, but it didn't do her brother any favours. To say he was shocked was the understatement of the year. Thassius actually gasped out loud, somehow managing to forget the dragon with the bombshell Venara had just dropped, falling backwards onto his butt. In his dazed state, his legs automatically swivelled to face her instead of the pile. Too late, he remembered why he'd been facing away from her in the first place, and both of their eyes fell to his underwear, which was currently tenting out rather obviously from the full erection he'd been trying to hide from her. In fact, he was so worked up that right before she'd shown up, he'd been toying with the idea of sneaking off to another part of the cave so he could find release and be done with it. His ears swivelled down to his head so quickly they made a fwit noise as they slapped down, and he blushed more fiercely than he'd done since he left his teens behind. Completely overwhelmed by his emotions, he was unable even to cover himself as he watched Venara soaking in the view, the truth obvious in her gaze. He was unable to form anything remotely close to a coherent response, but she raised her hands again and tore her eyes away from her brother's prick. I thought so. We must be under some kind of spell, that HAS to be it. We need to check the room again, see what's doing this. He nodded, unable to think of anything to say.

They stayed right there, unmoving, for a few moments longer - just long enough for Thassius to notice that seeing his hard-on had triggered a surge of arousal in Venara, a surge of arousal that had finally caused her underwear to become visibly damp. She followed his gaze and blushed just as fiercely as him, turning away as she was jolted into action, rooting around for the scrying lens. He stood up to join her, feeling mortified about his hard-on, though with the limited clothes he had on, there wasn't much he could do to hide it. When she glanced back over at him to tell him she'd found it, he found himself trying to get his thoughts out to her. I'm so sorry, Vena, I - I would never... She mercifully cut him off there, shaking her head. It's okay, I feel bad about it too. We just need to find what's doing this to us... She did a quick scan of the pouches they were both carrying to make sure it wasn't something they had picked up, trying to ignore his erection as she passed the lens over the pouches on his belt. With that done, she began to scan the various piles. As each one came up clean, the siblings grew more and more nervous, that relief Venara had felt was melting away, to be replaced by the stubborn suggestion that they really did lust after each other. Thassius halted her once, so she could see his worried question. Vena, we both know this is just a magic effect and we don't really... feel like this towards each other, but... but what if we can't undo it? I promised we would always be together, but if we - if we want each other this way, it might be too dangerous to - She cut him off, unable to bear the thought. Please, Thassius, one step at a time. As she continued aiming the lens around the room, Thassius leaned over to get a better look, putting himself just behind her shoulder so he could see the lens himself. He belatedly realized that in the bakery-warm air of the cave, they'd both been sweating, and their scents were strong in the air, especially when they were this close. He shivered and desperately ignored the urge to bury his nose against her neck and just bask in her scent, which had suddenly become so feminine and alluring. At the same time, as she ran the lens over everything she could think of, even getting a careful scan of the dragon (which revealed only that he could stand to lose a little bit of weight), Venara began to worry that if she got any more aroused, standing in her brother's scent, that she would soak right through the fabric and send her juices down her thighs. Much to their... rather conflicted feelings, actually, the scan of the cave turned up negative. If they were enchanted, there was no trace of whatever spell had done it. It was only when Venara turned around to deliver the bad news that she realized how close her brother had been standing.

The twins stared at each other, afraid of their own feelings, afraid of how the person they cared for most would think of them from now on, unable to say a word... or break this lock between their eyes, which were so very similar. They could feel each other's breath, each other's warmth, their scents intermingled in the air the way they desperately wanted to intermingle with each other... it almost seemed like they would just stay there like that forever when Thassius broke the silence, literally, speaking vocally for the first time in hours, muttering under his breath as he took stock of things and made his decision. "Oh, balls to it." Just like that, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against his sister's, raising his hands and placing them on her shoulders. He felt her entire body tense up for a second as they made contact, wondered if this was the worst mistake he'd ever made... and then he felt her relax, felt her hands come up behind him to wrap around his back, and as she opened her mouth to kiss him back, Thassius sighed through his nose with need and relief... and he never second guessed it again. He let his hands slip from Venara's shoulders to her back, running them up and down, savouring the way her fur slipped under and between his fingers. As his sister melted into his embrace, pushing her body against his, he marvelled at how incredibly soft her lips were, how gentle her tongue, compared to her sarcastic, occasionally caustic wit. Gently cupping his hand along the back of her head as he explored her mouth with his tongue, it occurred to him that that was terribly appropriate; they played the role of the silly, argumentative twins mostly for the rest of the world, it was only when they were alone that they showed each other their true feelings. He felt the vixen slip a hand around to his chest, gently tracing his muscles with the tip of a finger, and felt her shudder against him. As if they had decided in advance, they broke off the kiss as one, holding each other tight, looking into eyes that were a mirror of their own. Venara leaned in, holding her muzzle next to her brother's ear, whispering to him, her desperate need obvious in her voice. "I don't care if we are under some kind of spell... I love you, Thassius, I love you so much!" She nuzzled against him, and he moved to whisper back. "I love you too, Vena. Gods above, you're so beautiful... I've known for years but tried to ignore it, it's like somehow I never really saw it before." The vixen shuddered again as her brother very deliberately pressed his hardness against her, swallowed a moan as she felt the warmth of his erection through his underwear. "Please, Venara, sister or not, I've never wanted a woman more in my life." Hearing these words coming from Thassius, she felt weak in the knees, and nearly fell, but his strong arms were there to support her. He grinned and reached out behind her, and she looked over a shoulder to see him pulling some kind of military banner off of a rather impressive spear jutting out of a pile of loot. She had no idea why he would do that at a time like this... at least until he dropped it and it draped itself over the stone floor like a blanket.

Venara allowed him to lower her to the floor, and soon they both lay across the banner, touching and kissing and exploring each others' bodies, which now felt mysterious and exotic, new and exciting. They hastily removed the pouch belts and set them aside, their need growing with every passing second. Thassius tugged open his sister's top, exposing her pert breasts to his gaze. They weren't especially big, but then being on the small side is an advantage to a thief, as they wouldn't swing around during quick movements or affect her balance. Now, though, the life of thievery was the last thing on her mind, and she whimpered, blushing, as her brother took in the view. This time, she resorted to the hand signals, not so much because of the dragon but because it gave her an excuse to put her hands in front of her chest. Oh, Thassius, I haven't been this nervous since the night I first took a lover. He winked at her and grinned ferally, his fangs showing. You know, sis, embarrassed looks good on you. Before she could think of a retort, he bent down over her, kissing one of her breasts even as he slipped a hand into her underwear, which was fairly drenched by now. Thassius wasted no time, and she let out a shuddering breath as she felt her brother's fingers press between her sodden lips and into her wet warmth. Biting her tongue to keep from crying out, she cradled his head against her chest, as he continued running his tongue over her achingly hard nipple, teasing and tugging at it lightly. Normally, both fox-kin preferred to take it slow, enjoy lots of foreplay, but this time, it felt like their quickened pulses were pumping liquid fire through their veins, and they couldn't wait for long. Venara was already rolling her hips, thrusting back at her twin's invading digits, and a dark spot had appeared at the tip of the bulge in Thassius' drawers, marking his own increasing arousal. Finally, without warning, he tugged his sister's underwear away completely, releasing her nipple to move up her body, and as she looked down and saw him freeing his penis from its prison at last, she was overcome with one last wave of guilt. She moved a hand to cover her mound even as she couldn't take her eyes off that beautiful cock. At the moment, she wanted nothing in the entire world more than to feel it filling her, but... "Oh Thass, we mustn't! We simply mustn't! It's incest!" Unperturbed, he moved himself over her, running kisses along her neck, leaning in to whisper in her ear once more, the movement pressing his bare erection against her belly, churning up the fires inside her even more fiercely. "I want you, Vena. And I know you want me. We've never treated the laws as more than suggestions before... why start now?" He was right, he was absolutely right, but there was one last niggling doubt. "But brother, we didn't bring anything with us on the mission... What if - what if I get pregnant?" Thassius placed a hand on her cheek, gently stroking her facial fur, his eyes just as full of love as they were of need. "Please, Venara... There are spells, and soon we'll be able to afford them." She knew he was right, just as she knew she was dying to have him, and, shivering, she moved her hand out of his way, spreading her legs and blushing deeply. "Oh, Thassius... What will people think if they find out?" She shuddered yet again as she felt her brother's prick moving into position. He breathed into her ear, his voice barely audible. "That we're dirty, rotten scoundrels, just like they always have. And we've never cared before, have we?" She finally looked up and met his eyes, and she couldn't help but smile at his confidence.

With that, Thassius pushed his hips forward, easily sliding into his sister to the hilt. Venara clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out as her inner walls spread aside, making room for her brother's manhood. Burning with lust, he immediately began thrusting, her sopping wet pussy making it easy for him to go hard and fast, just like both of them needed. The vixen immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting to feel him as deep as she could, and gripped his back tightly, taking fistfuls of his fur as her brother drove into her again and again. For the first few minutes, each time he bottomed out, his fuzzy scrotum slapping gently against her pelvis, Venara would half-gasp-half-whisper 'Yes!' to no one in particular, deliriously happy now that she was no longer denying herself. For that matter, Thassius had never enjoyed sex this much, feeling his sister grinding and rubbing against him, feeling her pulse through her skin, this was so much more than his empty one-night-stands, which were just about two people who wanted to get off. The twins wanted to get off, of course, but every time their eyes happened to meet, he felt... something else, something that burned inside him and filled his body, not with lust, but with... he didn't quite know what, and he had better things to think about. Such as the way his sister's surprisingly tight passage was gripping and sliding against his erection. Hissing out his breath to keep from moaning, he slid his hands under her, gripping her ass with both hands, and as he squeezed her cheeks, he noted, to his delight, that it felt just as soft as he'd imagined when he was first overtaken with this lust. He used this to drive into her with more force, and judging by the gasp she made, she liked it. There were so many things he wanted to tell her, so many things he wanted to say, but he didn't dare, not when he might be interrupted mid-sentence by an unexpected groan. So instead he just pushed his head down next to hers, nuzzling his twin even as she whimpered at the pleasure she was feeling. Their union was bliss. Both of them had had multiple lovers in their lifetimes, but this... the way their flesh intermingled, the way he pressed in just the right spots as he pushed inside her, the way her inner walls clenched tightly on his shaft, as if her body didn't want to let him go, it was incredible. Thassius shifted angles slightly, driving into her with everything he had, practically risking pelvic bruising for the poor girl, but at the moment, Venara didn't care, wanting everything her brother could dish out and more. To stifle about the fifth or sixth moan since they'd started, she leaned in and bit down on his shoulder, taking a bet that her twin liked it rough just as much as she did.

He tensed up, inhaling sharply before letting out a delightfully feral growl and increasing his efforts, pistoning into her as if he'd just gotten out of a year's enforced chastity, moving a hand from her fabulous ass around to her belly, where he reached out with the tip of one finger to poke and tease at her clitoris. She was already so worked up, she could feel her climax building inside her as her twin toyed with the sensitive nub... but he was only giving her light brushes and fleeting touches, perhaps rubbing along the less-sensitive hood that normally covered it, and she nearly groaned from frustration alone. She tried to force him by bucking her hips up at him, but he merely backed off with his hand. Finally, she squeezed hard with her legs, pulling him in and trapping him inside her, forcing him to lean back to look at her and see what was up. She let out a whimper, allowing her chin to wiggle, and tried to look as pathetic as possible, mouthing 'please?' at her new lover. He couldn't help but grin at her adorably sad face, and leaned forward to kiss her... just as he reached down and placed two fingers on either side of her clit. Releasing her iron grip and allowing him to pull back once again, Venara kissed her brother hungrily as he resumed his fevered pace, this time stroking and rubbing her most sensitive part with just as much enthusiasm as the thrusting of his hips. She arched her back as pleasure spread throughout her body, squeezing down on her brother's invading shaft as if to thank him. Thassius moved his other hand from her shapely rear to the cavern floor next to her shoulder, bracing his forearm against the ground to give him better balance as he continued rutting his twin, his breathing suggesting to Venara that he was about to lose it. She held him tight, stroking his hair as he began to shudder, wanting him to reach his blessed release even if she hadn't yet. Finally, he threw his head back, abruptly breaking off the kiss, and his whole body went rigid. He tried to pull out, but his sister's legs scissored shut, hilting him inside her one last time just as he was overtaken by his climax. Grunting in time with his releases, Thassius' penis began to throb and spasm, spurting his hot, gooey seed deep into his sister's velvety embrace, the walls of her passage doing their very best to tease and encourage him to come and come and come, as productively as possible, a seal of finality to their incestuous love. Feeling the wet heat spreading inside her, watching her brother's face, contorted into a grimace of release, Venara was suddenly, shockingly reminded that this man was Thassius, her twin brother, the one person she had always been able to count on, the one person she trusted implicitly. He had been there her entire life, helping and supporting each other through their rougher-than-most lifestyle. And, she now realized, the one man she truly loved in all the world. Overwhelmed with feelings, Venara was surprised into an orgasm of her own, feeling like her clitoris had suddenly exploded, flooding the rest of her body with ecstasy, as if the fire that burned through her veins had suddenly been transformed into pure, liquid pleasure. She held onto her brother as tightly as she could, dizzied by the strength of her release, and as she opened her mouth to gasp, she shifted and accidentally rubbed herself against her brother's hand, causing one last strong pulse of pleasure that surprised her, causing her to cry out into the quiet air of the cavern as the twins rode out the end of their orgasms.

Sweaty, sticky, and tired from the passion of their coupling, the fox-kin would be even less of a match for the monster across the room, and they turned as one, fear in their eyes, to the great red dragon, who let out a very, very low-pitched grumble and stretched out his limbs, knocking over a small pile of loot with a front foot as he did so. Holding each other tight, mentally preparing for the end, Thassius and Venara were relieved beyond the ability of words to express when, as before, the dragon flopped back down, let out a snort, and continued sleeping. They watched him a few moments longer, then turned sheepishly to face each other. Venara realized that Thassius had instinctively covered as much of her body with his own as he could, as if he could ward off the dragon and protect her, and she found herself deeply touched. Leaning up to kiss him on the cheek, she whispered to him, but was still trying to catch her breath, finding it difficult to speak. "Thassius... I - I... I..." Beaming, her brother silenced her with a finger to her lips, raising his other hand to make a simple sentence in their gesture language. I know, sis. I love you too. They held each other as long as they dared, then reluctantly got up. Thassius returned the banner to the impressive spear, hoping the dragon wouldn't notice the love stains on it when he finally woke up. Venara merely stood to the side, one of her hands holding the other arm, trying to sort through her feelings as she felt her brother's sperm slowly oozing out of her. Satisfied with the way he'd hung the banner, Thassius turned around, grinning. Alright, I'd say we've risked our lives enough for one day, wouldn't you? Let's grab the pouches and get the hell out of here. Venara nodded and crouched down to get her things, but as she did she caught a peculiar glimmer out of the corner of her eyes. Glancing up, she saw that it was coming from the pile of gold the dragon had disturbed during that last close call. She began creeping up without even dressing, curiosity getting the better out of her. Her brow furrowed as she saw the necklace that had been uncovered by the dragon's slumbering clumsiness. It almost looked like... but it couldn't be, could it? She tilted her head to the side and watched the colours change, and almost gasped again, right there. The vixen turned around and hurried to her brother's side, grabbing his arm to get his attention. What's wrong, Vena? You're not having second thoughts, are you? No! Over there! The necklace! He frowned slightly, barely being able to see it from here. What about it? Go take a look, you thickhead! It's Genesse's Rainbow! Venara was quite pleased to see her brother's jaw actually drop open in shock. That was the reaction she'd been hoping for.

Several hundred years earlier, one of the mightiest heroes in the land had been a former assassin who'd had a change of heart, though his turn to the side of good had not been enough for the Kingdoms of Rilodell to forgive him of his crimes, so he was forced to continue to rely upon his stealthy training and live a life in the shadows, being known to the people only as "The Unseen One". He specialized in getting into and out of seemingly impenetrable fortresses, making surgical strikes from the darkness with his signature throwing knives, a living testament to the fact that heroes don't have to be massive men with broadswords who charge straight into the heart of a battle. There had been rumours that the Unseen One had changed his ways after a chance encounter with Princess Genesse, the fairest maiden in the land, whose inner beauty was said to far outshine her gentle appearance, and who had made a cold-blooded killer into a force for good. He visited her again and again at her home in the Emperor's palace, sneaking into her room to let her know of the deeds he had done, and one night, he told the Princess that he had fallen in love with her... but Genesse told him to leave, tears in her eyes. Unfortunately, most of the men who met the beautiful Human professed their love for her, so she had long ago asked an oracle how she would know when she met her real true love, and the oracle had responded that she would receive a sign from the heavens themselves. The Unseen One had been unaware of this when he was sent away, and, undiscouraged, crafted a necklace for Genesse to prove his love, sneaking into the Imperial Palace one last time to give it to her in the night. It was beset with diamonds and sapphires, to accent her blue eyes, but the centrepiece was a large crystal unlike any the princess had seen before the night the mysterious hero had presented it to her. The stone glimmered beautifully in the light, and changed colours to completely different hues depending on the angle at which one viewed it. He called the necklace "Genesse's Rainbow" because of that unique property. When she asked where he had obtained the curious stone, the Unseen One told her that it had fallen from the sky in a comet near his camp, and he believed it to be a piece of a star. Seeing this as her heavenly sign, and knowing in her heart that she had grown to love the man in the brief time she had known him, the Princess accepted his proposal, and after writing out her explanation, knowing the royal family would never accept their love, she and the Unseen One did what he did best. They vanished, and were never seen again, aside from one famous portrait that emerged years later of the two of them standing happily together, the necklace just where it should be around Genesse's slender neck.

And now, two fox-kin thieves, siblings now wearing each other's love fluids, stared in awe at the most famous necklace in the world, which had shown up unexpectedly in this dragon's hoard. Tilting his head back and forth, Thassius let out a breath in amazement. There's no doubt about it, look at that stone. Seven gods, that necklace would probably fetch a better price than everything else in this room combined. Venara shook her head. Forget the price, if we brought this to the royal family, I bet they'd give us a kingdom! Ears folded back, Thassius gazed sadly at Genesse's Rainbow. Yeah. If only we could move it... The dragon's frontmost foot had revealed the necklace by knocking over the pile of loot it was underneath, but unfortunately, that same foot, with the wicked claws and armoured scales, was now resting directly on top of the artifact. The vixen turned to her brother, pleading look in her eyes. We can't just leave it there! That isn't just about two thieves making a haul, that thing is world famous! It would be like finding the lost scabbard to the Tyrantslayer blade, or the Staff of Bragus! We need to find a way to move the dragon's foot! It probably weighs as much as we do, Vena, how would you suggest we do that? That was a good question. She frowned, thinking about it for a moment. ...Maybe we could wake him up and ask him to move. What?! Vena, I know things have been kind of crazy today, but that's completely insane! Even if he didn't shred us instantly, why should he help us, we're trying to rob him, remember? A good point, and well made. Pouting, Venara looked around for something, anything, that could help them retrieve the beautiful necklace. As it happened, her eyes happened upon the dragon's still-engorged penis just as she heard him inhale deeply. This meant she was able to see the massive organ throb, a drop of pre-come the size of her fist emerging from the tip and drooling down to the stone floor... into a small puddle that had already formed. She realized, blushing, that the dragon must have been able to smell them, smell their frantic coupling and the residual traces of love on their bodies. And that's when a most strange and wonderful idea popped into her head.

Thassius was distracted staring at the necklace and imagining what could have been, when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced over, only to be taken aback by the sight of his sister, still as naked as the day she was born, kneeling down next to the dragon's penis, extending her hands towards the glistening flesh. Red God, Venara, what in the nine hells are you DOING?! She looked up and smiled matter-of-factly. _ I'm going to make the dragon come so he moves his foot off the Rainbow. Wanna help?_ He nearly lost his cool, putting extra emphasis on every word until he got a grip on his sudden burst of anger. _ NO I DON'T WANT TO H... Vena, you're_ scaring me, please, let's just go! The tod watched, shocked, as his sister leaned down and took hold of the dragon's cock, using both hands. The mighty penis throbbed slightly, but the dragon didn't instantly awaken. Visibly relaxing, Venara moved her hands to sign again. Well, that answers that question. What question?! Come on, sis, I - Look, Thass, dragons are very heavy sleepers when they hibernate, I read that in a book once. If he slept through what we did earlier, then this should just be a pleasant dream. We'll make him blow his load, and his whole body will move in his sleep. Then we just have to grab the necklace. As she returned her hands to the dragon's flesh and began to rub, Thassius swallowed, unsure how to feel. Maybe they really were under a spell of madness, and this was another symptom. But then, he still felt as strongly for his sister as he did before, and he hadn't come up with a plan this ridiculous. Then something occurred to him. Wait, what do you mean, 'we'? She lifted a hand and beckoned him over, winking. I mean, there's a lot of cock here, and I'm going to need your help. Oh, don't give me that look, this couldn't possibly fit inside you, it's not like it's going to mean anything. But I - Come on_, Thassius, the sooner you help me, the sooner we get out of here. I won't tell anyone, thief's honour!_ That was a joke they'd had since they were children, since of course thieves, as a general rule, had no honour. But he knew Venara well enough to know she would keep the secret, though he suspected that was because she was in on this one too. Reluctantly, he stepped forward and knelt down on the other side of the dragon's phallus, sighing.

As he reached forward and took hold of the biggest prick he'd ever seen, Thassius shivered in fear. His sister's jokes aside, he was definitely more worried about the dragon waking up than he was about his reputation. How had she ever talked him into this? He shook his head and looked down, trying to focus on just about the only part of the dragon that didn't look like a weapon, sheer size aside. The flesh was very warm, much warmer than he'd been expecting from a reptile in a frozen mountain. The skin was soft to the touch, and slid around the more rigid core of flesh, not unlike the tod's own penis. Hardly able to believe what was happening, Thassius began running his palms up and down the side of the creature's stiff length, the natural lubrication that coated the surface of the thing getting smeared all over his black-furred hands. Venara tried to synchronize her movements on the other side of the shaft; sometimes they made a ring around his prick and jacked him off properly, other times they alternated directions, so that Venara reached the head just as Thassius reached the base. After a few moments, the amount of pre drooling from the dragon's tip had increased to a small, though steady stream. Encouragingly, the dragon had begun to breathe harder in his sleep, letting out a low rumble at one point that they hoped was a sigh of arousal. They kept going for about fifteen minutes, before Venara took her hands off the dick to sign something. This is taking a while. I have an idea. One of the guys I used to date was Human, and he liked - Once again, one of them contemplated the idea of adding an "uhhh" to their language. He liked to rub himself on my fur. Said it was the softest thing he'd ever felt. That morning, Thassius would have grinned at that, he'd enjoyed sharing such stories with Venara. Now, he felt irrationally jealous and resentful of this man who had been with his sister before him, and sniffed derisively. Okay, what's your point? Instead of saying anything, she leaned forward, pressing her chest - and her soft fur - against the dragon's prick. The tod stared, leering at the sight of his sister rubbing her entire torso against the enormous phallus, until she beckoned him over. He signed hurriedly, taken aback. Me?! But you're the - Your fur is soft too, Thass, the sooner we make him shoot his bolt, the sooner we get out of here.

He realized she had a point. Venara seemed beyond convincing at this stage of her mad plan, and he certainly wasn't going to leave her behind. Besides, if he was honest with himself, there was a part of him that was really curious as to what would happen when they finally brought the dragon over the edge. He pushed the urge to wonder at that curiosity aside for the moment, unsure if he'd ever return to it. The young fox had already had enough revelations about his sexuality in the past hour to last a lifetime. Gritting his teeth, he pressed himself against the dragon's shaft, taking hold of Venara's elbows as she grabbed his, holding them in place as they used their leg muscles to move their bodies back and forth along the enormous cock. It wasn't especially pleasant for the fox-kin, as the lubrication, whatever it was, was getting into their fur, but the dragon opened his mouth and let out something that was distinctly a moan as he throbbed between them. As the mass of flesh began to twitch and pulse with their tender ministrations, the dragon beginning to wiggle in his sleep, the twins exchanged a grin, as their plan was clearly working. It didn't occur to either of them that with the dragon moving around like this they might be able to get the necklace already, but leaving a guy on the edge was not the kind of thing either of them would do, even to a dragon. Suddenly the dragon gave a grunt, and the trembling cock jerked once between them, bapping Venara in the side of the face hard enough to make her grunt in surprise, leaning back for a moment to rub her cheek, looking decidedly embarrassed. It didn't take long, though, before she got right back into it, rejoining her brother. The stream of pre was getting stronger, thicker, and the twins had to step carefully to avoid getting it on them, they knew he had to be close, so they redoubled their efforts. So close to each other, they glanced up and caught each other's eyes. Maybe it was their carnal task, maybe it was their newfound feelings, but they couldn't help but kiss, adding their cheeks to their embrace of the dragon's malehood as they squeezed tighter than ever and kissed like it was their last day alive.

Finally, the dragon could take it no more, and his entire body shuddered, momentarily making the fox-kin think an earthquake was targeting the cave. Before they could react, the dragon rolled back over a bit, directly onto his back, and because of their tight grip on his prick, the hapless thieves were brought with him, falling down and lying on his belly as the dragon moaned in pleasure, incredibly still asleep. The twins had time to exchange one glance - both of them had the same oh shit expression - before the dragon erupted, his entire body going rigid as he groaned, an incredibly loud sound, but the siblings' attention was on his penis, standing straight up like a flagpole, shooting out incredible quantities of dragon seed with each (visible) throb. They stared in awe at first, until a wayward jet landed on his belly just next to Venara with a loud splat. They tried to scramble off the dragon, but it was already too late. The creature's abdomen was heaving with his deep breaths, and it was hard for them to move. Because the angle kept changing as his cock twitched, the dragon's come went spurting in every direction, splattering all over the gold he was sleeping on, his armoured body, and, of course, the two thieves hanging on for dear life. Thick gobs of hot, creamy seed rained down on Thassius and Venara as the dragon came and came, body writhing, feet pawing at the air like a very large feral dog having a dream. The grand finale came in the form of the dragon suddenly arching his back up off the pile beneath him, a movement that threw poor Thassius right off him, and letting out an almighty roar as he spurted one last time, matched by the small gout of flame that shot out of his mouth at the same time. With a heavy thud and a groan, the dragon slammed back down to the ground, completely spent.

Somewhat dazed, Venara just lay there for a few seconds, covered in the dragon's sperm, until his deflating penis toppled over and fell to his belly with a wet splat, slowly starting to retract into its protective pouch. Moving over to the dragon's side as gently as she could, Venara toppled over the side and fell to the floor, glancing to her side to see the dragon's head, eyes still closed, tongue lolling out, unmistakably smiling widely in his sleep. She then turned to where his front foot had been, just in time to see a similarly saturated Thassius hold Genesse's Rainbow over his head in triumph. And yet, despite this triumph, Venara found, more than ever, that her thoughts were on her brother's safety. Shaking the goo off her fingers, she signed to him, worry clear on her face. Are you okay, Thass? You went flying at the end, and there are so many sharp weapons, I was afraid... Grinning thinly, he draped the necklace over his forearm so he could use both hands to respond. I'm fine, love. Landed on the floor. Might get a bruise, but don't worry, the fur means I'll still be gorgeous for you. She couldn't help but grin as he called her 'love'. Because they were both all wet and slimy, she didn't hesitate as she stepped forward and hugged him tight, whispering to him. "Good. All the treasure in the world wouldn't be worth losing you." He returned her embrace, and her whisper. "I feel the same way. Now then, the pouches are full, we've got the necklace, and the dragon's in afterglow, so can we please get out of here? Gonna be scrubbing this crap out of my fur for a week!" She giggled as quietly as she could, took his hand, and walked back to the site of their union, where their loot (and their underwear, of course) awaited them.

Nothing happened in the cave as the two fox-kin gathered their meagre coverings and walked out of the main chamber, hand in hand, and nothing happened for a few minutes after that. It was only when the dragon was certain the two interlopers were gone that he opened one eye to peek around the room, then sat up, grinning, satisfied he was alone again. Now that had been interesting. A lot of dragons preferred to simply devour anyone who came into their caves, but this particular red was a bit more laid back than that. Besides, he knew he was safe. The twins had noticed the ring of runes that made up his magical barrier to keep spiders out of the cave - even thinking about the horrible little things made his scales crawl, euugh - but they hadn't noticed the one he'd put up directly around the mouth of the cave, where snow had hidden the runes from sight. It hadn't cast a spell on them, it merely scanned their emotions, determined their intentions, and relayed them to the dragon inside. It read excitement, anticipation, and most of all fear. There was no anger or aggression in the minds of these two invaders, so he knew they weren't here to murder the dragon, as some humanoids were wont to do, thinking for some insane reason that dragons were all mass murderers and rapists. Since it wasn't a social call, that left the hoard. So he found it easier just to pretend to be asleep and let them run off with some loot. Their fault if they didn't know that fire-breathers were hot enough inside that they didn't need to hibernate in the winter.

Frankly, he didn't mind if they took a little, it's not like he was going to spend any of it. Gold just holds in warmth remarkably well, so with a few heatstones underneath, a pile of coins makes a fantastic bed if your skin is thick enough to handle it. As for the other trinkets... well, he would be the first to admit he merely liked shiny things. At least they hadn't taken his diamond, the one the size of a humanoid's head. He'd been given that as a farewell present from a female, long, long ago, so he had pretended to stir in his sleep to discourage the male from touching it. His grin widened slightly. The runic ring at the entrance had also detected that these two cared for each other very deeply, but it hadn't quite blossomed into full love yet. So he'd put on a bit of the old draconic charm, and voila. There was an old saying, that the lust of dragons knows no bounds, which was a half-truth. The reality was that dragon pheromones, emitted at all times during arousal, acted as an incredibly powerful aphrodisiac for most other races. Thus, merely being in the presence of a lustful dragon made one's thoughts suddenly turn to carnal desires. He'd thought it would be fun to make these two travellers finally confront their feelings for each other, without them even knowing why. After all, it wasn't a mind control spell or anything insidious, nothing more sinister than awkward arousal would have resulted if they weren't already interested in each other... it belatedly occurred to him that perhaps they were in a relationship with other people, and that's why they hadn't addressed their passions before. He shrugged, stretching out and lying languidly across his gold. Oh well, it served them right for robbing him, then. He chuckled, a low sound that reverberated through the room. Playing with him had been rather unexpected, though not at all unwanted. It had been so long since he'd known the touch of a female, and the fox-kin had been so soft against him... he hadn't come that hard in years, and now he felt quite satisfied, needed to take a nap for real. He would probably miss the beautiful necklace they had made off with, but it had been cooped up in this musty cave for long enough, he supposed, really deserved to be out in the sun, where it could shine... Coiling his tail around his side, the dragon let out a satisfied sigh, accompanied by light plumes of smoke leaving his nostrils, and went to sleep.

The thieves' winter gear sat near the entrance of the cave, just where they had left it, but now, it was accompanied by their slightly damp underwear and the pouches of booty they'd gathered from the dragon's lair. The gear wasn't alone for long, though, as Thassius and Venara, yelping from the pain of the cold, came scampering back in from outside, shivering and rubbing their arms. Thassius shook his head in disbelief. "G-g-gods above, I had forgotten how much I h-h-hate snow baths." Venara nodded quickly, as though conserving her energy. "H-haven't had to d-d-do that since we were nine. I thought I'd n-never get all that glop off of me." It had taken five trips to the snowbanks, where the twins had rubbed their filthy bodies with snow until they simply could not take it anymore, retreating to the cave to warm themselves by the heatstones before trying again. Thassius embraced his sister from behind. "Better c-conserve body heat, sis, wouldn't want t-to get sick." Turning around, she returned his hug - and his smile. "I like that plan."

Soon, the twins were holding each other and sitting by the side of the cave, as close to the heatstones as they could get, waiting to dry off a little before getting dressed again. Thassius sat upon an emergency blanket they'd brought, which was much more comfortable than the military banner they'd lain upon earlier. His back was to the wall, and Venara sat between his legs, leaning back against him, feeling very safe in his arms. "Just think, Vena, soon we'll have a place of our own, free and clear. We've never had that before." "Mmmm, as wonderful as that sounds, brother, right now I'm focused on the room at the inn we're going to rent as soon as we get back, with the biggest bathtub we can find. I'm going to soak until I forget what cold feels like." He leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck, eliciting a shiver from the vixen. "Sounds wonderful. Mind if I join you?" "I wouldn't have it any other way." She nuzzled back against him, finally putting words to the thoughts that had been floating through her head for several minutes now. "Oh, Thassius... I don't know what was in that cave, but I feel in control again, my mind is clear again... and I'm still in love with you." His response came immediately, and without hesitation. "And I, you, sister." She closed her eyes for a moment, so that all there was was the warmth of the heatstones and her brother's embrace. "What does this mean for us, Thassius?" "Very little, really." "What do you mean?" "We already promised to always be together, right? To protect each other, look out for each other, support each other in times of need?" He pressed his nose against the crown of her head, gently breathing in her scent. "We've always been mated, Vena, we just didn't know it yet." She smiled. He had such a way with words when he put his mind to it. "Mmmm. It feels so strange, doesn't it, to know we'll never steal again?" Her brother made a dismissive noise, tickling the back of her neck, making her giggle. "Correction, my dear. We'll never need to steal again. From now on, we're going to steal for fun! Just because we'll live in a nice house with plenty of food doesn't mean we're going to become boring old fuddy-duddies, mmm? Just think, we could become thieves for hire, getting rare items and lost artifacts for people with more money than they know what to do with." "I like the sound of that. A life of adventure, huh? Full of excitement and romance? It's going to be wonderful." Venara opened her eyes as her brother moved a hand to her chest, gently squeezing one of her breasts. "I couldn't possibly agree more..."

Shivering more from his touch than the temperature, Venara placed her hand atop his. "Thass?" He continued to squeeze and knead, and the vixen felt her nipples hardening as he spoke into her ear, a softness in his voice she'd only ever heard when they were alone. "In the cave, it was like I'd never seen a woman before, I was so desperate, needed you so bad... Now, a lot of the time, that's enough for me, I haven't been as... choosy as perhaps I should have been in the past. But deep down, I like to take my time, explore a little, make it about more than just getting off. And I can't think of anyone I'd like to take my time with more than you." As he spoke, his other hand slipped down just a bit lower, to rub and pet over the white, downy fur that covered her stomach, playing with the damp strands, still wet with melted snow. Churring quietly, Venara turned over in her brother's arms to embrace him properly, leaning forward to meet his lips. This time, their kiss was gentle, soft, unhurried, a marked difference from the aggressive hunger that had marked their first. Without insistently raging hormones urging them to rush, they merely used their hands to search each other's bodies, getting acquainted with their twin in a far more intimate manner than they were used to. Thassius lingered on his sister's shapely rear, squeezing her buttocks and tickling the base of her tail, making it flick back and forth in a way he found adorable. He broke off the kiss to speak, running kisses down her neck the instant he was done, as if he couldn't bear to stop pleasing his woman for long, comparing her to the deity most known for her radiant beauty. "Orange goddess, Venara, you have the nicest ass I've ever had the honour of getting my hands on." Venara, meanwhile, wrapped her arms tight around her brother's back, feeling him pressed against her, experiencing his every breath as if it was her own. She blushed at his blatant compliment, and then blushed harder as a particularly hard squeeze and release of her rear accidentally brought one of his fingers in contact with the tight ring of muscle beneath her agitated tail. Both siblings froze for a second, embarrassed, until the vixen broke the silence. "H-hey, one step at a time, brother." Reaching back, Venara gently took her brother's hand, sliding it away from her virgin backside and down to her somewhat-less-pure entrance, smiling as he began to stroke and caress her lips. "Mmmm, that's much better." She leaned forward to kiss him, and let him touch her, his fingers getting to know the one part of her that had been forbidden before today. Before long, she felt his hardness pressing against her stomach, and began to feel the warmth of excitement rising within her. Pushing back a bit, Venara moved slightly to the left, putting her legs on either side of Thassius' right leg, so that she could continue to rest on him and enjoy his touch while freeing his erection from beneath her. As she wrapped her slender fingers around her brother's penis, he shifted beneath her and groaned quietly. "Gods above... you have such soft hands, Vena." She kissed his cheek and nuzzled against him, grinning. "And you have such a nice cock." As she began to stroke his length, slowly, getting a feel for his shaft, Thassius inhaled sharply. "Nine hells, Venara, why didn't we do this years ago?" Blushing, though she knew not why, the vixen closed her eyes, focusing on the pulsing rod in her hand and the fingers that gently, even lovingly, pushed between her folds, as if seeking the source of her warmth. "Oh, Thassius..." She didn't say anything else. She didn't need to.

As the twins kissed and fondled each other, their arousal grew and grew. Venara's juices began to spill out over her brother's fingers, spreading across his leg and soaking into his fur. At the same time, Thassius began to produce pre-come at quite an impressive rate, considering he'd just had sex, and the vixen began to use her brother's pre as a lubricant, rubbing it up and down his shaft until it glistened with his own fluids. Thassius broke off the kiss for a moment. "Aaahh... damn, Vena, where'd you learn that?" "It's like the Scuttler job, brother. I'm making it up as I go along." He chuckled, and moved to kiss her, but she turned her head, avoiding his lips. "Please, Thass, I - I need you." To emphasize her point, she began to drag her hips against his thigh, rubbing her sodden slit back and forth against him, getting his fur quite saturated with her fragrant honey. To her surprise, Thassius looked hesitant. "But Vena, I..." He cleared his throat and tried again. "Before we... Well, I wanted to make sure you came first." As he said this, he repositioned his hand so that one finger rested squarely on her clitoris, pressed between her body and his thigh. She smiled at him, impressed. "That's actually very sweet of you, brother, I didn't know you were such a gentleman." Thassius shrugged, grinning sheepishly. "I'm, uh, not, usually, this is new for me. But when it's you, I just feel like... I'm more interested in making you feel good." She wrapped her arms around his neck again, pushing her hips back against his hand. "You won't hear me complaining.... ohhhh..." This last sigh came as he began to squeeze and stroke her throbbing clit, his other fingers pushing into her and rubbing against her inner walls. Closing her eyes, Venara cuddled up against him, letting him work, unused to this kind of worship, focusing all her thoughts on the pleasure her twin was giving her. "Yes... like that, Thassius, just like that... Mmmmm..." The vixen was almost embarrassed how quickly she was approaching her release; the fact that her lover was Thassius, her twin, was supercharging her arousal. "Ahh!" "Heh, you like that, huh?" "F-faster, brother, just a little fast- Yes! Oh fuck, just like that, Thass!" Grinding her hips against his fingers, wanting as much stimulation she could get, the fox-kin squeezed her brother tight and prepared for the end, curling her head down and pushing against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as she whimpered with need. "G-gods above, I'm - I'm going to come!" At that moment, Thassius bent down and kissed the crown of her head, and whispered in her ears. "I love you, Venara." The vixen had no time to respond as her orgasm exploded within her, and she cried out her pleasure while her entire body shuddered, hard, her vagina squeezing down on her brother's fingers even as they continued to stroke and rub, milking every last ounce of ecstasy he could out of her body, holding the shivering vixen tight against himself, feeling her spasms quite clearly, sharing in the moment with her, stroking her hair and whispering sweet nothings in her ears.

Thassius continued to hold his sister after her climax had burned itself out, running his fingers through her hair and holding her close. She had moved a hand between her legs, onto his, keeping his fingers inside her. Despite the raging hard on, her brother happily waited until she was ready, something he never thought he would be comfortable doing. Still, when she finally looked up and smiled at him, he almost sighed in relief. "Ready, sis?" Instead of answering, she pulled his hand out of her and brought it up between them, and then, as he watched curiously, she gently closed her lips around his fingers and began to suckle, licking up her own juices from her brother's fingertips. He coughed, his mouth suddenly dry, then grinned. It was one of the most arousing things he'd ever seen. He surprised her then by gently pulling his fingers out of her mouth. "Hey, love..." He leaned in, obviously intending to kiss her. "Save some for me." They embraced briefly, Thassius shivering as he tasted his sister's honey on her tongue, and then leaned back. Venara finally spoke up. "That was wonderful, Thass. I'd say 'you're good with your fingers', but then I knew that already... I wonder if this is what a lock feels like when you're done with it." "Might explain why all the doors light up a smoke when we're leaving." A moment passed before he could stand it no longer, and moved to roll her over. "Please, Vena, I need to be with you. I -" "Relax, Thassius, after what you've done for me, you deserve to lie back and relax." She manoeuvred him away from the wall and lay him down flat against the blanket, which was still warm thanks to the magical stones around them, and climbed fully atop him, throwing her leg across his body and moving into position above his groin. Wasting no time, she reached down and took hold of his poor, neglected penis, giving him a squeeze. "Always wanted to try this position, but the guys in our, whaddayacallit, social circle, they always wanna be on top." Watching his sister's breasts swaying gently as she lined him up with her entrance, Thassius grinned. "Funny, from here it seems pretty awesome to me." The twins simultaneously let out a sigh as Venara sat down, impaling herself on Thassius' stiff prick.

She remained still for just a moment, to savour the feeling of fullness, and then began to move, using her legs to lift herself up until just the tip of her brother's penis was inside her, and then pushing back down onto it until he was fully hilted inside her. "Gods and goddesses, Venara, you're so tight..." The shapely vixen giggled. "I wasn't as promiscuous as I might have - ah! - acted. Certainly didn't go to bed with all the boys I've dated." She leaned down atop him for a moment and whispered conspiratorially. "Between you and me, a few of them were queers who just wanted to be seen with a pretty girl. We just stayed up drinking and playing cards!" As she sat back up again and resumed riding him, Thassius laughed, marvelling at the mixture of feelings he held for this incredible woman. He found he enjoyed looking down their bodies, to their joining, so he could watch his erection, slick with her juices, sliding into her body again and again. The sensations were subtly different than when he had been on top, and as he moaned with the pleasure his sister was bringing him, he suspected that, given how playful both of them tended to be, they would end up trying every position known to man, 'kin, or elf.

Groaning as Venara settled down on his lap again, he decided to focus on this one position for the time being. But as much as he was enjoying the feelings, he just wasn't a 'lie there and take it' kinda guy, needed to be doing something. Pushing off the floor, he sat up, embracing his sister, realizing that with her sitting on top of him he was in the perfect position to enjoy her chest. Before she could even ask what he was doing, he closed his mouth over a nipple and began to suckle gently. The tod's dalliance impressed his twin; as she sighed contentedly, she reflected on her previous lovers. Although they were, for the most part, fond of her breasts, their interactions with them had been fierce, roughly gripping and squeezing her mammaries, definitely working more to arouse themselves than to please her. Her brother, on the other hand, was exceedingly gentle, using his lips and teeth to caress her nipple, bathe it in his warm saliva, her other breast attended to by a free hand, which softly squeezed her teat and rubbed a thumb over her pleasantly stiff nipple. Venara brought up her hands, cradling the back of her twin's head, scratching the sensitive spots behind his ears, as he licked and suckled, running her fingers through his short hair and basking in his devotion, pausing in her riding for a few moments to just savour the feeling, until he grunted around her nipple and thrust upward to encourage her to keep going. Happy to oblige, the vixen closed her eyes and focused on the sensations as her brother's prick drove into her again and again, the pleasure spreading through her entire body, pushing her chest out as if to give him more to work with as he switched to her other breast, diligently suckling the dry nipple as his hand switched to the one he'd just left. Feeling more pleasure than she'd expected to, Venara let one of her hands leave the tod's head and trail down her body, squeezing in between the lovers to get at her clitoris, rubbing and stroking herself as she made love to her brother. For that's what this was, she realized. In the cavern, they'd both been so desperate for release that they'd been rough, even feral in their passion. Now, they were taking their time, going out of their way to please each other, focusing more on their partner than even on their own pleasure. Their first time together, they had been fucking. Now, they were making love.

Thassius had begun to roll his hips, trying to get deeper into his sister, unable to remember the last time he'd enjoyed lovemaking this much. Releasing her nipple from his mouth for just a moment, he pressed his head against Venara's chest, nuzzling against the white tuft of fur that puffed out between her breasts. "Oh, Vena..." He gasped as she clenched down on him, unable to finish his thought, but it didn't matter, as the vixen looked down upon him and smiled. "I love you too, Thassius." The fox-kin continued to touch and kiss and lick and stroke, losing track of time as their pleasure grew and grew, but the act could not last forever. Venara hadn't expected to get as much out of this tryst as her brother, but the tender nature of it, combined with her experienced fingers stroking her aching nub, brought her closer and closer to the edge, moaning as her brother continued his worship of her chest. "Th-Thassius, I'm going to - I'm going to come!" Shuddering against her, the tod freed his mouth and looked up at her, the glaze of lust obvious in his eyes. "Gods above, I'm almost there! Come with me, sister, let's go together!" They weren't quite aligned properly to make kissing easy, so he just pushed his head against her chest, listening to her rapid heartbeat the way she'd recently been listening to his, and she bent down, resting her head atop his, as they hurtled towards release together. This time, Venara finished first, and she slammed down hard, getting as much of Thassius' erection as possible inside her, before she arched her back and cried out once more, the walls of her vagina squeezing down rhythmically on him, rippling along the surface of his straining penis, forcing him off the edge with her, and as he began to throb and spasm, spurting thick, ropey come into his sister's body, Thassius added his voice to hers, the twins crying out their passions to the still winter air, heedless of any who may be listening. Their orgasmic cries echoed briefly through the empty hills surrounding the cave, though none took notice except a feral rabbit who fled at the unfamiliar noise. Deep inside the cavern, hearing the faint sounds of love, a very large face cracked into an equally large smile.

After their climaxes had finished, the twins had cuddled on the blanket, saying nothing, just enjoying the other's presence and kissing occasionally. Before they finally got up, Thassius thought to himself that he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so content. Soon, though, they had put their gear back on, and left the cavern where their lives had changed so profoundly. Now, they trudged back through the snow, much as they had arrived, except that there were no worries in their eyes, only happiness and love, and they walked along holding hands. Venara broke the silence first, giggling. "Good lord, Thassius. How long were you saving up? Second time today, and I can still feel it running out of me." He chuckled. "What can I say? For the right woman, I can be very productive." Her smile faltered ever-so-slightly for a moment. "Mmm. Still, we're definitely going to have to talk to a mage as soon as we get back. As much as I care about you..." She trailed off, as both of them knew how that sentence ended. They walked on in silence for a few minutes, before Thassius helped lift their spirits in his usual way. "You know, I was thinking, sis, forget me busting a nut inside you - " "Charming." "Aren't I? Anyway, forget about that, you were covered head-to-toe in dragon come for a while there. What if he got you in the family way?" The vixen stopped dead in her tracks, clearly not having considered this before. "...What?" Thassius acted casual, as though it weren't a big deal. "Oh, it'll be fine, sis, you'd lay an egg before it grew too big, so it wouldn't even ruin your figure the way a baby would. I wonder what a fox-dragon crossbreed looks like, anyway?" Venara narrowed her eyes. "Thassius..." Ignoring her, he continued. "I hope he has wings, maybe he could help us with high-rise heists!" "Thassius!" "Oh, don't give me that look, there won't be any scandal. We can just tell people he's mine." "Thassius!" He managed to keep his deadpan expression for about a second longer, and then he burst out laughing, prompting his sister to lightly punch his shoulder a couple of times, her own laughter showing her true feelings. "You absolute bastard!" "Made you smile, didn't it? Relax, sis, you know lizards and warmbloods can't have children together!" She pouted, but her eyes continued to smile. "You sounded pretty convincing, jerk." Chuckling, he threw an arm over her shoulder as they started walking again. "Ahh. I'm glad we're still siblings, I was worried we wouldn't be able to have fun with each other now that things have changed." "Yeah, me too... it's a shame we'll have to hide it once we get back to Wellworth, too many people know us as brother and sister for us to pass as a couple without suspicion." Peering sideways at his twin to gauge her reaction, the tod tried to make his suggestion sound casual. "Who said anything about Wellworth?" She didn't look totally shocked, but there was concern in her eyes. "Wellworth's been our home all our lives, it's been good to us." "It's also been bad to us, I don't have to remind you. For the first time in our lives, we have money for more than just a hot meal and a bed to sleep in for tonight, we can look forward to the future. When you consider that we're also starting our new life together, that's just begging for a new beginning. I was thinking New Parsonus, it's within easy travel distance of Wellworth, so our contacts would still be useful, but the people there won't know we're siblings unless we tell them..." He flashed her his most charming grin. "...And the guards don't know to be on the lookout for suspicious twin fox-kin." Her eyes were full of hope, but there was still doubt there. "I don't know, brother... Do you really think we can do this? Start a new life together? There are those who would say that what we have is evil, they might actually try to hurt us if the truth got out." It was Thassius' turn to stop them. "I was going to wait until we got wherever we were going to do this, but..." He reached into his pack and pulled out a familiar necklace. "I don't want to sell this, Venara." "But it's worth -" "Yes, I know, it's priceless. But it's the most beautiful piece of jewellery I've ever seen... so it belongs on the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Venara was speechless as her twin reached forward and gently brought the necklace around her throat, carefully fastening the clasp at the nape of her neck. "B-but..." "No buts. As far as I'm concerned, this is Venara's Rainbow from now on." The vixen felt light-headed; it was the most romantic gesture that had ever been directed her way. Her brother raised one of her hands, cold weather mitten and all, up to his mouth, to kiss the back like a gentleman, before continuing. "You were worried that people might try to harm us because of this?" Still speechless, she nodded. He leaned forward, pressed their foreheads together, and whispered to her. "I love you, Venara. I've fought off the scum of the earth to keep you safe. And I'd face kings and queens and all the gods to keep you by my side." Her eyes flicked to the ruby-hilted dagger he wore on his belt even now, the one he'd taken from the dead hands of the first person to seriously threaten her with harm. Then they moved back to his own eyes, and the earnest expression there filled her with joy. The vixen threw her arms around her brother's neck and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you too, Thassius. More than I thought I could love a man." She grinned back at him. "New Parsonus it is."

Their new course set, the twins walked off into the late afternoon, the air around them already feeling warmer as they moved down the mountain. After a while, Venara reached the hand that wasn't firmly holding her brother's into a pouch, and brought out a rather impressive diamond, holding it up so that it sparkled in the sunlight. It still wasn't as impressive as her newest accessory, but it would fetch a fair price nonetheless. "You know, brother, I was thinking. It's probably not a good idea to come back to this one, but we got a pretty damned good haul from the dragon's cave... Maybe once we're settled in at - at our new home, we could look into other dragons that might live in the area." Thassius looked over at her and smirked. "I dunno, sis, this was pretty risky, I thought this was going to be a once-in-a-lifetime thing." She nodded, admitting the danger. "Well, maybe..." Putting the diamond away, she leaned against her lover, looking over and matching his grin with one of her own, squeezing his hand as she spoke. "...But if you ask me, the treasure we find is more than worth it."