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When the satyr blundered off the deserted road once more, thanks to the howling bitter-cold winds and tiny shards of ice and blinding snow tearing through his short white fur, he finally decided perhaps taking even the short hike to the lighted wood cabin in the distance had been a gross error in judgment.

He chuckled and his sharp teeth started to chatter almost audibly. He knew a lot about judgment, and so much about errors. He'd made them, quite honestly, most of his adult life, some miniscule and hardly worth thinking of, others that were quite memorable, and as it turned out, unforgivable and damning.

He shook his head and long blonde curls, mixed with snowflakes, temporary interefered with his vision, so much so that he strayed off the road again, this time into a small ditch filled with nearly, but not quite, frozen water. For a moment, he thought perhaps the thin sheet of ice would hold his enormous 250 pounds, including the horns. He shut his eyes tightly as he heard one loud snap, followed by several cracks, and his body plunged almost waist-deep into dark water.

"God-dammit!" he yelled out at the sky. A few cold stars twinkling down from the heavens seemed to laugh as they played hide-and-seek behind wisps of high cirrus clouds, following the pale moon. He let out a loud roar and picked up one soaked, bone-chilled leg, and struggled to turn about in the muck until his large boot could find purchase on the edge.

The wind suddenly picked up again, blowing another splash of blinding, freezing snow across his face. As he opened his mouth to curse again, the blast of icy air forced its way inside, causing him to cough abruptly, his lungs instantly searing in pain. He bowed his head again to the hard winds, and yanked his other leg from the stream. He thought about sitting down, undoing his boots and at least getting the water out, but as he looked up, he could see a dark shape at the cabin door, waving an arm to him.

With the last ounce of his strength, he rushed ahead, hearing his footsteps crunching through the deep frozen snow the whole way, until his numb hand was fumbling to reach for his companion's warm hand, and he was pulled inside. He barely heard the loud slam of the door behind him as he adjusted instantly to the warmth, clearing his tingling ears.

"Good GOD, Aidan, what were you doing out there?! You could have frozen to death!" The lovely red-haired elf was patting down his coat, brushing off snow where it littered the throw rug just inside the door. "No, hold still! Just...Wait! You're getting it all over!" But she was almost laughing now, tugging the satyr out of his leather jacket.

"Hey, in my defense, the weather wasn't like this when I started out!"

The elf giggled, giving him a playful push forward and to a small couch next to a roaring fireplace. "It never is, is it? Always having a little fun with us, aren't they?" She knelt down, smiling softly as she unbuckled and then removed his boots. "Thank goodness you wore these. Did you suddenly decide to swim here?"

Aidan rolled his large brown eyes. "Stupid ditch out there. I keep forgetting about it. Good thing I didn't go in too far, or you'd be diving in after me - with a big set of ice tongs to drag me out..."

The woman stuck out a long, spiked tongue. "Mm, somehow the idea of you all wet like that...doesn't seem so bad. Besides, you know I can breathe underwater and you can't-"

She stopped talking, realizing what she was about to say, and then shook her head, getting up and taking off her small housecoat, revealing just a black pair of panties and a white baby-doll shirt that hid absolutely nothing. "Been waiting for you..."

The satyr looked into his companion's violet eyes steadily, his steamy gaze traveling down her body slowly, memorizing every curve, every creamy inch of soft bare skin, the purple butterfly tattoo, the beautiful silver ankh around a bare foot. "You look...absolutely amazing, Belize..."

The elf bit at her bottom lip, sharp fangs protruding through an almost-devilish smile, as she noticed how glad he indeed was to see her. "So...the dip into the water didn't numb you too much below the waist after all."

Aidan snickered, "Hey, I'm still living." He suddenly looked a bit sheepish. "Well, you know what I meant..." He leaned back on the couch, letting his large legs and cloven feet stretch before him. "What about you? I see you got here before I did...this is a new place, isn't it?"

Belize smiled, sitting down next to him and curling her legs up demurely. "Mm-hmm. They seem to let us go to wherever we want for our day. I stopped by the beach too. I'm still allowed to."

"How was it?"

"Hot, sticky, and a little annoying because apparently there was a huge turnout for some sort of surfing contest, and I nearly got my head knocked off by an errant board when I went for a dip."

Aidan chuckled softly, putting a large hand over hers as she set it in his lap. "It wouldn't have mattered to me."

The elf pouted. "Oh come on, you'd have wanted me to have a head when you saw me, I'm quite sure!" Her slender fingers pushed down into his lap, pressing the warm bulge in his denim jeans. "No blow jobs, no kisses...you'd have missed those..."

"You were missing a hand once," the satyr was quick to point out, wrapping his strong arms around Belize and pulling her gently into his lap to face him. "Remember? We spent most of the time with you fretting about what you were going to do when you got back to-"

"What's done is done, Aidan," Belize laughed, shaking her head, and reaching for his hands, holding them between their bodies. "What matters is, you're here..."

The wind howled outside again, and one of the windows at the far side of the cozy room rattled violently, sending a few candle-flames on the food-laden table dancing wildly out of control, nearly snuffing out completely.

The two looked at once another and slowly kissed, their tongues probing one another's mouths deeply, sharing swallow after swallow of their combined tastes until their lips parted, glistening and wet.

"Come," Belize breathed hard against his face, giving his chin a nuzzle. "I made dinner..."

**

It was a feast unlike any the satyr could recall in years. Not only had Belize magicked enough meat, fish and poultry concoctions to please even the most fussy eater, but she had also created several pies, cakes, even a few dishes of chocolate ice cream for dessert. She smiled as she finished her small bowl, licking the spoon, watching her lover take a sip of red wine she'd created from a drop of her own blood.

"Pleasantly full, satyr?" She put the spoon down on the table and fondly watched her lover finish his drink, running her tongue over her lips.

Aidan grinned, wiping his mouth with an embroidered napkin. "Pretty much." He slowly rose from the table, coming over towards the elf and bending down to his knees to kiss her deeply again. "Now to get you full..."

Belize trembled and the heat she'd felt earlier between her legs dripped from her aching netherlips like dew. "Fill me..." she managed to whisper, and then his mouth was over hers again.

They took their time in the quaint bedroom, standing in front of one another naked, their hands exploring each other's bodies. She held her breath as the satyr's large hands and sharp nails traced along her full, generous milk-colored breasts, trapping a firm pink nipple between his fingers to squeeze. Her own delicate hands found his wanting, full and aroused ebony organ, proudly pushed out and throbbing, nearly a whole foot in length. He stepped a bit closer, allowing his sex to press against the creamy-soft skin of her belly, and she moaned, bringing both hands to hold it firm, looking down and watching a quick pump of sticky, wet pre-cum jut from the large crown.

"Mmm...I never forget just how...big you are..." She practically purred as Aidan bent his head forward to kiss her, his mouth more demanding now. His arms wrapped around her to lift her off her feet, but she giggled softly and dematerialized, her body becoming a thick puff of white, wispy smoke for a moment, then reappearing again beside the bed. "Now...just wait," she continued laughing, shaking a finger at him. "I thought you could be any form I wanted, remember?"

Aidan nodded, walking slowly towards her. "Mm-hmm. According to the rules anyway. We're allowed one form to take for a period of 24 hours, one Earth day. No longer than that or-" The satyr looked away, suddenly drawing his attention to the streaks of snow staining the window next to the bed. He didn't want to think about what would happen if, God help them (even if God no longer could), they DID bend any of the rules assigned to them - let alone break them. "Anyway...what will it be?"

"Mmm...a cat..." She moved her hand down to tease him, spreading her thighs just enough to allow her powerful scent to permeate around the small bedroom. "A really big one." Her hand moved to the nightstand, picking up a paperback book, "The Jungle Book", by Rudyard Kipling. "Something liiike..." She licked her finger and plucked the pages until she came to an artist's rendering of the mighty Bagheera, the black panther, and showed it to him. "This."

Aidan chuckled, and his brown eyes started to twinkle. "Ohh, interesting. I didn't know they allowed you reading materials in-"

She put up a hand. "They don't. I actually found this in the cottage when I got here. Apparently left behind by..." The elf sighed and looked around the bedroom. "Whoever died here..."

The satyr frowned and sat down on the bed next to her, bringing an arm around her shoulders. "You still feel them..."

Belize looked thoughtful. "Her. Only seventeen. And she died...hmm..." Her hand came down to the comforting, warm quilt covering the bed. "Right here. She must have slit her wrists, because the air still stinks of her blood..." The elf shuddered violently in Aidan's arms and the satyr was quick to nuzzle one of her pointed ears, giving it a nip. "Anyway," she brightened, "how about that cat?" Belize giggled, feeling more her old self and kneeling on the bed.

Aidan looked at her with nothing but love. "Purrrrr," and then he was covering her with his body, taking the woman into his arms tightly to kiss, their tongues mingling over and over as his whole body settled into an intesified heat, filled with power and lust.

The horns were the first to go. With a splintering crackle, the ebony projections shattered into flakes, leaving soft, flawless white fur behind. The mouth started to pull and stretch outwards, forming a large muzzle, nose and long black whiskers. The brown eyes lost their tone for a split second, and then an almost-blinding flash came into them, turning the orbs to huge yellow slits.

Aidan pulled away from Belize and his body started to twitch and jerk spasmodically, as if suddenly in the hands of a marionette gone completely mad. He let out a roar of pain and then his limbs started to become slender, and to taper. The digits of his strong hands and large hoofs shriveled up and then curled inwards, forming digitgrade paws, with retractable claws already unsheathed. Finally his torso caved in on itself, becoming sleeker, and between his new thick thighs hung a huge ebony sheath with thick sacs. Last but not least, a few tresses of his long golden curls fell away, landing on his backside and attaching to his white fur, starting a long, winding and slender tail behind him.

He opened his eyes as the pain started to subside, and looked down at his love, stretched out naked and wanting before him. "There...happy?"

Belize bit at her bottom lip and giggled. "Not quite. Um..." She pulled herself up to his face, nuzzling him tenderly, already turned on by those sweet purrs. "Here..." The elf laid a hand on his chest and the white fur slowly darkened until it turned completely black. "There's my Bagheera..." She cooed, her mouth reaching for his larger maw and thrusting her tongue into his warmth immediately.

Slowly he laid his lover down on the bed, caressing warm and willing flesh, dipping his huge snout down against her breasts, taking several long laps of luscious pink nipples already heightened to the point of ecstacy. For quite some time he lavished her breasts, not hurrying, wanting to continue tasting her. At one point, Belize offered a little of her sweet milk to flow, and let out a cry of delight as he immediately clamped his mouth over a teat, suckling at her offering tenderly.

In time, it was her turn. As the panther rolled over onto his side to face her, she snugged carefully down his body, petting his warm fur, illiciting louder purring. As she reached his heavy sacs, already swollen and full, she gave each ball a push with her lips, capturing the flesh into her mouth and sucking. His proud feline sex throbbed, in full arousal, the barbed, hard and hot flesh pulsing, and she immediately grabbed it.

"Ohhh..." Aidan shuddered, and a glut of pre-cum suddenly trickled forth.

"Easy, panther..." Belize hissed, and looked up at him with a smile. "Don't go just yet..." Then she was upon him, taking him again and again into her mouth, bobbing her head in perfect rhythm, moaning as she tried to get each inch soaking wet with her saliva. Every so often her mouth would pull up and off of the knob of flesh, emitting a soft popping sound. "Mmm...you taste...utterly amazing, kitten..." She was panting now, stealing a hand between her legs, feeling the swollen flesh of her mound now drenched, puffy with an aching need only one could satisfy.

The wind outside started to ratchet up again, shrieking against the small lone window by the bed and Aidan frowned. "H-how much time have we...?"

Belize smiled as she looked up from his groin, placing tender kisses over his engorged member. "Relax, kitten...there's time."

The panther swallowed hard, nodding, closing his eyes as each of the elven lass' kisses had their effect. "It's just...I'm so confused. This day. The night comes so soon. I'm not used to it. I-I'll never be used to it..."

Belize paused mid-kiss, pressing her nose up against his groin-fur. "I know," she breathed out a deep sigh, the warm breath tickling his balls, "The one day we get...is the shortest. It's like...we hardly get to see the sun at all by the time we awaken and then..." She licked her lips. "It's gone...and we wonder where the day went..." Her eyes started to brim with tears and she quickly wiped them away. "Oh, Aidan, let's not think of it, please? This is our one day, our one chance we get..."

Aidan nodded, suddenly upset at doing anything to cause her beloved companion strife. "I love you so much," he whispered, bringing a hand down to bury into her silky long hair. "I...I miss you...every day we're apart..."

Belize started anew with her oral temptations, licking over his firm, throbbing flesh in several strokes, from the balls to the tip, nudging more and more pre-cum from it. In time, she pulled her head up slightly, grasping around the crown, pinching the hole between her lips, and started to suckle him tightly.

"Uhhh...ohhh...w-wait...Bel...Bel..." His protests tapered off to long moans as the woman sucked faster, swallowing more and more of her saliva in her efforts. "Oh...God, Bel..." He was going to cum. He wrapped his hands around her head. It was all he could do to stop from shaking to pieces as one, two, and then several ropes and strands of his seed splashed into the elf's mouth, greedily gobbled down her throat in hard gulps. His whole body tightened and relaxed as each gush of his orgasm jerked free, until there was nothing left but trembles.

Finally, smiling lightly, Belize pulled her mouth off of him, a few drips of cum around her lips that she eagerly cleaned with a few licks. "Mmm...oh baby, I have missed your taste..." she whispered, pulling herself up until she was nose-to-nose with him, nuzzling contentedly. "You don't know...how hard it is for me to...wait so long..."

And then she was straddling him, wrapping her legs around his sleek, furred body, pressing her hands against his chest and digging her nails in. Looking into his eyes, she kissed him deeply, and pushed her hips downwards, guiding the wet, willing flesh between her thighs until her netherlips could kiss his groin, and the dew of her lust could mingle with his sweat. She rubbed slowly, panting hard, until he was ready again, fully erect, pulsing with warmth she so badly wanted to deeply fill her.

"A-Aidan..." she whispered breathlessly against his mouth, "R-remember...how we met...just like this...on the beach..." As she spoke, her aching mound covered and then surrounded his firm, barbed spire, enveloping it inside her wet heat as she let out a cry of delight. Her walls spread outwards, barely able to contain his thickness, and then massaged his member in several hard, tight squeezes. "Mmm...Oh...oh baby..." she sighed, "Y-you were soo...hot...in your board shorts..." Licking her lips, she added, "The red, really tight ones, with the little flowers on them. Such a surfer boy...I could see how hard you were through those...mmm..." His hardness twitched inside her in response to another squeeze, and she moaned, adding, "I...I wanted you...right then..."

Aidan grinned through his new whiskers, still purring deeply. "Mm...and you...in that hot black bikini. I just wanted to grab you...throw you on the sand and...give you the deepest," he shuddered, whimpering, "hottest FUCK you could ever get..."

Belize giggled, closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his sex buried so tightly inside her. "Mmm-hmm...sadly we were with other people at the time..." Her violet eyes twinkled and looked steadily into his, "But...we finally got together, d-didn't we, my love?" She started to move now, expertly guiding her hips up and down, straining on the balls of her feet. "We...did..."

Aidan could feel his thick sex being pulled and tugged furiously now, as if her hand, and not her hot, wet netherlips were around him now, pumping him up and down, trying to get him off. The tempo increased. He could already feel her juices. "We did..." He shut his eyes tightly, trying to wrench away the thoughts of the beach that day.

The hot sun. The burning sand. The pounding surf. And through it all, the echoing cries and screams of horror and pain. And the blood...

He shook his head hard, jerked out of his trance, and Belize frowned, nuzzling him. "Aidan?"

"Why do we have to remember?" he moaned against her, burying his muzzle against her neck, sniffling. "Why?"

Belize bit her lip hard, slowing the rocking down. "I...I guess...it's just...the rules. You know, in order for us to be together?"

As she finished speaking, the wind outside whipped up even harder, and the window strained against the faded wooden pane to keep from splintering inwards. They both looked, worriedly watching the glass shudder hard, before the wind faded again.

"We musn't...speak about this..." Belize put a finger to his mouth to shush him. "Shh. Make love to me, Aidan...while we still have time..."

The lovemaking was slow, effortless, as Belize rocked slowly up and down in his arms, crying out at last as her peak was reached, and their juices welled, and then mingled inside of her. From one position to another, they sated one another's lusts until they both lay together, side by side, breathless, spent, clinging to one another and caressing, unable to stop shivering.

"So cold," Belize murmured against him, nuzzling into his black fur, then giggled. "Oh baby, you can, um..."

"Oh, right..." he laughed, and in the next moment, he was a satyr once more. He pulled himself up carefully off the bed and glanced at the clock. "11:45, babe..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," she grumbled, rolling over and off the bed in one graceful dancer's movement. She pulled on her underwear, blue jeans, and shirt, before looking over at him, blushing. "It's been five years. Do you think we could ask...?"

Aidan shook his head firmly as he dressed. "Not even close. Maybe after ten years we could see about some kind of modification to the Contract, but for now...well, you know..."

Belize sighed deeply and nodded. "Mm-hmm, I know."

They walked arm-in-arm towards the cottage door and peeked outside together. The hard snow from before had tapered down somewhat to thick flurries. Every so often a hard gust would come up and scatter them into an endless dance, like shaking a snow-globe. Even behind the thick wooden door, they sensed the cold, bone-chilling air.

Belize felt Aidan's hands around her belly and she smiled. "So...same time next year?" She sighed before turning around to lock into a loving kiss, embracing him tightly.

"There's doubt?" Aidan replied softly after the kiss, and the two giggled at one another, caressing cheeks.

Belize puffed her cheeks. "Too bad it's the shortest day."

Aidan nodded, "It'll always be the shortest day. The winter solstice..." He grew thoughtful for a moment. "They say it's a very special day. One that heralds the end of one cycle, and starts another. A re-birth...the..." He looked at her fondly, "The end of one life, the beginning of a new..."

Belize smiled happily, "M-maybe...that's what we are, Aidan. Maybe that's why it has to be this day. Maybe-"

Aidan sighed, "Maybe. I've never known Infernal Affairs to do anything out of kindness though. I just figured they chose this day because it's the shortest. Barely enough sunlight, and we're plunged into darkness so soon..."

They were quiet for a moment, watching the wind whip up a few more bursts of snowfall, starting to form small dunes of white along the deserted trail.

"Do you regret what we did?" Belize asked him suddenly, her hand finding his and squeezing it tightly.

For the briefest of seconds, he did.

He thought about he and Belize, a happy couple laughing, rolling around in the sand, trying to undress in the roiling surf.

He thought about he and Belize breaking into a hotel room with sharp knives in their hands, moving upon someone in the darkness.

He thought about the screams, and the warmth of the splattering blood.

Behind them, they heard the clock on the wall starting to chime ominously.

Aidan squeezed back. "Not ever..."

"Good...I love you..." she whispered, and then her warmth left his side.

He was alone.

The satyr sighed deeply and took a long look at the empty cabin before turning around, opening the door, and stepping out into the cold, dark night.

END