Now You See Me: Chapter 3: Revisited
#3 of Now You See Me
WARNING: Just in case you didnt' already know the following story contains graphic explanation of the love that two males share for eachother. Fortunately for the people who are into this sort of thing this involves yiff scenes (sex). So if you aren't into that sort of thing then I doubt that your here anyway =D, and for those furs tha are under the age of 18 or the legal age for your country then I'd like to say turn back now, but I doubt that if you got this far then you would want to go back. Just as a word of warning if this is the case, then don't get caught. If you do you cannot blame me or the site for your actions ;D. Anyway onward to the yiffy goodness
Now You See Me:
Chapter 3: Revisited
I awoke once again to feel the soft fur of my lover and the sun shining through the blinds of my room in Robinson's Emergency Ward. Shifting around in the bed so my face was pressed against his chest I watched him for what seemed like hours. His face was calm and at peace. My heart fluttered as I watched, feeling my love deepen as he shifted in a dream state. Closing my eyes I took several deep breaths, inhaling his soft musk, letting it take me over as I lay there in his arms; finding myself relaxing, near drunk with my emotions and the musk of my lover.
As a pungent odour hit my nostrils I opened my eyes, regretting it instantly. What stared at me were the empty sockets of a wolf lady, her black hair obscuring half of her face, giving her an even more chilling look. Dry blood caked the visible side of her face with a stream of fresh blood that ran from the socket like tears. I tried to say something but was frozen with fear and foreboding, leaving me speechless. I was still trying to comprehend what was happening as her hand shot up towards my skull and everything went black.
I shot up screaming from where I had fallen asleep. As I looked over at where she once lay, Sam was back, awake and alert from my scream. I jumped out of the bed and scrambled away to the corner of the room, half falling half wobbling. With the cold stare of her eyeless sockets still vivid in my memory, I started sobbing into my paws, still in disbelief of what had happened as Sam came to me and pulled me into his warm embrace. My heart starting to slow as his closeness soothed me.
As the door flew open a silver tabby cat ran into the room, scanning the room with his yellow eyes looking out for any signs of struggle or abuse. He saw us sitting in the corner and immediately asked, "Is everything alright?"
"Everything's fine thank you," replied Sam pulling me closer into his chest as I continued my weeping, "just had a bit of a bad dream."
"I see," continued the doctor, "I was just coming along here to say that you now clear and free to leave as soon as you're ready Mr Page. We just got the results back from the lab, everything seems clear and all levels are in the normal range, if you could just make your way past reception to sign out."
"Thank you doctor," said Sam in a tone that suggested that he should leave.
"I'll leave you two alone then," he said closing the door behind him.
After a few more minutes of choked sobs I finally withdrew my head from Sam's chest, my eyes red and puffy.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Y-yes I-I-I'm Fine," I replied in between breaths.
"Do you want to go back home?" he asked and I nodded, "ok then lets go get you up and out of here ok."
"Ok," I said as he pulled me up and put his arm around me for support.
We hobbled along like that through the hallways of the emergency ward. Still getting used to my legs and hearing many cries of anguish and pain on the way to the reception area made me wonder if they were going through anything like I had been through. As we made it into reception we signed a form and left quickly. Sam opened the door of the car and led me in supporting me every step of the way as I slowly leaned into the soft synthetic seat.
"You really ok?" he asked his voice full of concern.
"Yeah I'm fine just a little bit shaky still but I'm alright."
"Ok then," he said closing the door and getting into the drivers seat. He started up the engine and before I knew it we were off again.
Robinson's Hospital was on the outskirts of town so it didn't take long before we were again on the freeway. As we drove past the spot where I had had my accident I shrunk up in the seat. Cold seeping through my body, Sam's paw found my thigh. His warmth easing the fear, reassuring me that I would be ok. I looked out at the spot where I had seen her, half expecting to again feel the cold stare of her empty sockets. As I looked around the crash site I saw the damage that I had caused. The guard rail that separated the lanes of traffic was completely gone, with a temporary piece in its place; I remembered the sinking feeling of weightlessness as my car hurtled through the air. Thankfully we were soon past and my tension slowly relaxed, hopefully I wouldn't have to see that particular patch of road for a very long time.
After what seemed like hours we finally made it back home, the white brick house seemed inviting. Sam got out first, opening my door for me. As I got out of the car my head spun, I toppled sideways towards the soft blades of grass, Sam was there to catch me, lunging down to get his arms around me I fell into them and he held me, bringing me closer into his body until I had fully recovered. Even then, he didn't let go, he just picked me up with his arms underneath my knees and back for support. I looked into his strong face, seeing fear and worry there. But also love and care. He carried me to the door, holding the key in his right paw he unlocked the door and swung it open with his foot. Bringing me into the bedroom he finally placed me down ever so gently onto the bed, where he then tenderly drew the covers over my body.
Taking off his pants and shirt he got into bed next to me in nothing but his pelt. I then pulled off the hospital gown that I was still wearing and tossing it aside. I snuggled up against him; our furry body's rubbing against each other while my head lay resting on his chest with our legs intertwined.
"I love you," we both said at the same time, I giggled and looked up at Sam with a cute smile on my muzzle.
"You know I love it when you do that?" he said.
"I do," I said my cute face turning into a devilish grin.
"And I know what that means," said Sam, "But are you sure you're ready for it?"
"Oh I'm very sure," I reaffirmed and planted a kiss on his lips with all the passion that I could muster. He started to kiss me back and before I knew it he was laying on top of me, his powerful hands on my wrists holding me in place.
"Then get ready big boy, because you've been very naughty. Though I think that I need some equipment," he said getting off of me and rushing out of the room. He soon returned carrying a small box, which he opened to reveal a pair leather paw bindings, a harness and a tube of lubricant.
"Come here," he said with a commanding tone in his voice.
"Yes sir," I said crawling up to him submissively, he pulled the harness over me, attached my tail and started tightening the straps. Then he attached the bindings for my paws together behind my back.
Sam turned me around and pushed me forward on the bed, my tailhole now fully exposed as I was bound and bent over the edge of the bed. I heard him squeeze some of the lubricant onto his paw and warmed it between his paws. I jumped slightly at the feel of his paw applying lube on my exposed pucker, and then moaned in pleasure, as his finger entered me, which was closely followed by a second. He pulled out his fingers, but quickly replaced it with his throbbing ursine cock. As I sat there, my senses were on the brink of overload with the wonderful treatment I was receiving, my ass was giving off a pleasure that none could describe, and the feeling of being tied down and completely out of control was heavenly.
The sight of my bear dick disappearing into the stretched hole of my tiny fox below me gave me a rush of pleasure and lust, urging me to thrust harder and faster into James, causing a loud moan out from the blissful fox.
"F-faster... h-harder."
"I... long...t-to...please," I moaned in between thrusts, my ursine shaft ploughing its way through the tight insides of my little fox. Sending small spurts of pre cum into his willing ass each time my bear dick was buried up to the hilt. Lubricating the walls of his rectum further, allowing me to speed up my thrusting even more than before. He cried out in pleasure each time my dick pushed into and past his prostate, I could feel my climax building in the base of my cock when James started pushing back each time I drove into him.
The pleasure all too much to bare, with one final thrust I shot my seed deep into his rectum, pumping load after load deep into his willing ass. My orgasm must have tipped James over the edge as his ass muscles started contracting as if milking my ursine cock of all its juices, he then shot his powerful orgasm all over his fur, the ivory liquid going as far as his armpit. Once our orgasms had ceased I collapsed over James and lay there, and I held him in my arms, bondage gear and all.
Sitting up I undid the straps that held his paws firmly behind his back, and then pulled off his harness. Turning around he nuzzled himself closely into my chest, enjoying the feeling of his head buried in my fur I wrapped my arms around it, pulling his face in closely and softly kissed his forehead. I looked down at him and he almost looked asleep, moving away from him and getting out of the bed, I asked him softly,
"James, will you be my mate?"
He sleepily groaned a reply, "I love you too."
Smiling I got out of bed and went into my studio, looking around at the various types of artwork, looking for one in particular. Going into the very back corner of the studio I found her, a she wolf standing around 5 foot 4 with black hair covering half her face. The visible eye socket was empty yet seemed to stare coldly at all who walked past. She wore a tattered and worn white nightdress with two gunshot wounds staining the front of her chest with blood, while a third was situated directly in her forehead. The grey fur that covered her body was matted in several places, and she looked as if she was crying though her tears were the deep red of blood, they streamed from her tear ducts some falling down, frozen in time in mid air inside a painting.
The painting was very familiar, I knew it was waiting here but for the life of me could not remember creating it. A shiver ran the length of my body as a chill filled the room along with an acrid smell. My eyes were suddenly drawn towards motion.
It started with a ripple going through the painting as she seemed to shimmer, and then her paw slowly moved outward from the painting, followed by a foot and the rest of her body. Before I knew it she was there standing before me, reaching out to me and stroking the side of my face. Softly caressing my fur, her paw slid up towards my head fur then with a flick claws slid around my eye and a tug pulled it from the socket. Gore running down my face, too stunned to shout all I can hear is a cackle from her followed by darkness.
I bolted upright from the studio floor, and all I could say was "Oh shit!"
Hey there, thanks a bunch for the read, I would like to acknowledge the help of my editor SamuelRonin, without him this story wouldn't have turned out as great as it did, so thanks a lot. Anyway on that note thank you for the read and I hope to get the fourth chapter up soon.
Cheers