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In the desert one learns much about how to survive. When to stay out of the heat, and the sun and the darkness. What to eat, when and how often. But possibly, most important, one learns how to love.

Sand swirls in storms in the open courtyard, the marble walls enclosing the area like a prison, which is exactly what it is to some. There is a path through the garden, made of smoothed granite, polished so that it might look more presentable than the stone itself. Though in the harshest of the desert, this place is beautiful, full of lush colours. Green of palm trees, melding with the pink and the yellow of azaleas and the tulips. Wild grasses spring forth, die and then reappear the next day, full of life and vibrancy. It is a peaceful place, one where she keeps waiting.

Shantee waits for the arrival of her beloved. Though he doesn't know it, as soon as she laid eyes on him she has felt a passion for him that she has never found in another place. Her heart flutters when her mind races with pleasurable thoughts about him, his skin, and his touch.

She smoothes her velvety skin, recently cleaned in the oasis in the west of the garden, and now runs her fingers through the strands of perfect, lengthy hair, streaming down lightly from her head, all the while thinking of his fingers doing the same. She is 19. Sleek, semi-tall, 5 10', red fur, as she is a vixen, and stream-like legs following suit with the gentle curvature of her body. Her arms are slim and gentle, fine and delicate, with the fingers at the end of her hands slight and frail, though full of desire and passion. She gazes downward at the sand patch that has collected at her feet; something the desert wind does professionally.

There is a sound behind her. She turns quickly, but it was just a rabbit, and it darts away when it senses her eyes upon its form. Her blue silk dress ruffles slightly, and she turns back on the white stone bench she sits on. The winds pick up; swaying the palm leaves over her so that the sun catches on her eye a moment and then is gone. She sighs and picks herself up, the sudden coolness of the shade calming her nerves as her stomach turns and breeds butterflies.

She walks into the mansion behind her.

Later that night she sits on her balcony, which overlooks the terrace that she had been sitting on that afternoon. The moon glows pale in the night sky and shines down upon her lithe body, making her light fur glow slightly; pale red. There is another sound in the garden. She looks up from her book and peers over the finely carved railing to see a figure moving silently now in the partial darkness. Its body is unmistakably his; her passion's desire, and she can see his green eyes as they glow in the shadows.

She is not seen. The candles have been blow out in her room and the moon skews vision in the desert night. Even her pale glowing fur cannot be seen from where he stands.

He is a thief. Though he has never stolen anything from her house, and if he had, she would not have told. She can tell because of his attire. He is lightly gilded with brown leather straps and a thin, but protective layer of cloth to form a jacket. Around his waist is a belt, also of brown leather, with a strangely shaped knife strapped to the hilt. He doesn't come here to fight, he comes here to bathe, and she can see him by the protected oasis in the property from where she sits on the balcony.

He moves carefully, the only give away to his position is that she already knows where he is. He creeps cautiously to the pool, coming to it and looking around first to be sure no one is watching, though he never looks upward.

She gazes intently at him. She has never watched his movements before; always been too afraid to view what her heart desires.

He steps up to the pool and slips out of the suspenders keeping his jacket on his shoulders. He then strips of the covering and leaves it folded carefully on the ground, hidden behind a rock near the trees that take their water from the pool as well.

Shantee's eyes widen as she feels her body become increasingly warm, a sensation runs through her, one she loves but has yet to experience to its fullness.

He undoes his belt, his small pants falling loosely to the ground. He kicks that away with his other clothing and along with it his shoes, which serve more purpose now as kindling for a fire than real foot protection from the desert. She suspects that he cannot help that.

He is completely exposed, his lengthy form stretching agonizingly slow for his secret watcher. She wishes she could be held in those arms, strong and yet gentle, as if arms of a musician. His legs fitting, his rear tight, and his front... she wishes she had a view. His back is to her and he steps into the pool, an audible gasp heard to her on the balcony as he dunks himself in the chilled water. He begins his cleaning, scraping his fur of the sand, the flakes falling to the bottom of the water.

She can feel herself becoming aroused at the sight of him naked in the pool. She places a furred hand on her breast, gently hoisting it upwards, so as not to make a sound. Then her other hand travels along the smooth curvature of her body and finds a place between her legs, through the clothing a warm and heady scent she can smell, and had she been with him he would have too.

It is too much and she must bite her lip to stop herself from panting too loudly, exasperated breaths coming from her long nose. She moans softly into the air, gasping for breath silently as she slips a finger over her still covered pussy. She stares back down to him, bathing without worry, probably without any knowledge of her watching him.

She removes her hands from her body and picks herself up, weak in the knees from her touch and silently slips into her room, and out the door. Moments later she is outside. She uses the rear door instead of the large wooden ones because the noise would warn him away. She tiptoes as silently as she can towards the corner, her breath and adrenaline now pumping through her body like fire. She peeks around the corner. His back is to her, perfect, she thinks.

She steps lightly on the stone tablets in the garden so as not to make a noise. She edges closer. He dunks again, and she takes the opportunity to leap forward several steps, and take minutes off her journey to the poolside. She pads lightly, hardly stirring the dust on the ground, left there from that afternoon's dust storms.

She looks at him, still unaware of her presence, his innocence almost as plain as a child's. She is but yards away, stopping dead now for fear of getting closer. His eyes are closed, and his back is to her still.

'Hello stranger,' she says, lightly into the night.

He does not turn, nor does the water stir from any hint of surprise in his body. When one is a thief, one must be stealthy, and knowledgeable of his surroundings, and those who lurk in shadows.

He says nothing.

'May I ask what you are doing in this estate? It is private you know.' Her voice is calm and smooth, like the stones her feet are pressing against, no sharpness or anger anywhere to be found.

'Bathing,' he says simply.

She begins moving closer to him; slowly slipping out of her dress, letting it fall from her light curves delicately, making a puddle at her feet. She steps out of it, her naked form stepping out of the blue. He still does not turn; his mouth remains shut.

She steps up to him in the pool, standing only an inch lower than him. She raises her hands to gently stroke his rough shoulders, sensuously stroking each of them in turn, feeling the course and tensed muscles, contracting at the sudden touch.

'May I join you, stranger?' she asks in a whisper, her head leaning on his shoulder so that she may speak into his tall pointed ears. He is a feline. Yellow fur in the daytime, with brown cuffs and boots. His long slender tail slipping easily around his body as he walks. He is in perfect control of himself. He has not moved since she spoke.

He slipped his tail under the water, slowly and gently caressing her inner thigh with it as his answer, which is instantly received. She gasps, and he turns around quickly, grabbing her in his arms. He holds her by her shoulders, keeping her still; his tail slips away and leaves her without further satisfaction. He stares into her eyes, is own unblinking orbs gazing into hers. Had she not been naked with him in the pool she would have said that this was their most intimate moment, but she knew better than to judge a man by his eyes.

She pushed her head forward, his grasp on her shoulders loosening. She kissed him delicately, sliding her lips across his with painful fluidity and caring. He released her altogether and wrapped his arms around her, caressing her back slowly, sliding his hands over her shoulder blades and stroking her spine. The feeling of their skin and their lips pulsating together sent tingles through her body and her knees weakened more at the feel of it. Even in the cool water she could feel that one place between her legs begin to warm and in the embrace, it pressed close to his rapidly amassing erection.

She leaned more passionately into the kiss, breaking all the boundaries that had been laid upon her as a child and now fully exposed herself to her passions. He slipped his tongue out of his mouth, pressing against her subtle barriers that were her lips as she opened them freely to him. He mixed himself in her mouth with his tongue, tasting and exploring the contours of her insides, each second passing with growing tension for what must have been the inevitable.

One hand left her back and trailed down her rump, grabbing it and rolling the flesh in his hands. He played with the base of her tail with his thumb, gently sliding it around the nub before tracing the skin down further. He reached around her leg and pressed his fingers against the folds of her glistening sex, eliciting a moan from her mouth. She gasped into the kiss, breaking it momentarily as she stared into his eyes again, this time with a fire that had been absent before.

Now her passion was fully aroused and she asked him as he slid his hand around her cunt, 'Please,' she gasped in excitement, then whispered lovingly at him, her forehead against his, loving the feel of his breath against her fair furred body, 'What is your name, my stranger?'

He didn't laugh, nor show her any surprise at the question. He stared back into her eyes with earnest, and spoke in a steady, unafraid voice, 'My name is Zinc.'

She loved him. His name she heard over and over in her mind as she played with the letters and repeated them. He kissed her again, this time sinking a single finger into her pussy, stretching her untaken walls.

Her eyes widened in surprise, but she couldn't - wouldn't - stop him now. She moaned in pleasure as he slipped a second finger inside to join the first, rolling them around inside her body, raking over her sensitive skin. He pressed his thumb against her rapidly swelling clit, and began to rub it in circles. She held onto him and closed her eyes, pleasure taking her away, far away, on wings that seems to stretch infinitely, so that she rose to the peaks of pleasure faster and faster. She gasped, and the first of her really passionate orgasms washed over her. She was cradled in the arms of her desired, her hearts only want in the world, and with his fingers inside her beautiful sex, she writhed around him and held her mouth close to his ear.

'Please...' she began, coming down in afterglow, 'Please... do this...' then she said embarrassingly, as she never thought the words would escape her lips, 'Take me! Please... Take me!'

He huddled her body close to his as he carried her up to the edge of the water silently. He laid her down on the wet sand gently, having removed his fingers from her cunt and driven them through the water to remove her juices from their dextrous lengths. He leaned over her, her pussy glinting up at him, his cock hovering over her, feeling the warmth emanate from her passion driven sex.

He let a hand wander down to his length as he placed it at her opening. She gasped at the sensation and bit her lip in anticipation, her mind ready for it, but her body thirsting. He wrapped her legs around his stiff body and pulled him in forcefully, his cock penetrating her fully, breaking her out of the bonds of chastity. A small trickle of blood escaped her and she held him tightly with her legs around his back as she gasped, the pain flying through her suddenly, but dissipating quickly, returning with the same intensity of pleasure.

She released her grip on him and allowed him to pull himself out, in reflex pushing back in, hilting and then repeating the process. It was slow at first, his compassion allowing him to take her only bits at a time. He could increase his pace, and she gasped each time he did so, her head reeling with pleasure driven thoughts, lust boiling over and sending her into frenzy.

'Ah! Go! Faster! Zinc! Oh, Zinc!' she cried, moans of pleasure audibly escaping her lips, sending chills up and down his spine.

He pumped now faster, as per her command, and panted as the excitement began to build within him. Had she been on her bed, her sheets would have been torn apart. She grasped handfuls of sand from the water and balled her fists, the pleasure beginning to come to yet another peak.

She wailed his name into the night, each time with more lust and more fruitful rapture than she had ever been able to experience before. With each inward thrust her muscles tried to squeeze out the erect intruder, pressing against his cock mightily. As he pulled out those muscles relaxed, only to be suddenly broken through again.

They both could feel the ecstasy of climax building within them. His coming on fast, but hers rapidly gaining succession. With each powerful movement of his body she writhed and tore at the sand in the pool, digging her fingers into something, anything, to try and release the tension building within her.

Then finally, she felt the waves of climax pour over her. She came, drenching his cock in her fluids and beginning her descent from afterglow. However that did not last for long, as his rapid pounding of her cunt brought her back up again. He exploded within her, hot streams of his seed bursting forth within her moist folds. The feeling of his hot cum pouring inside her body, mixing with her own climactic juices made her climax again, the third orgasm to ram her that night.

He collapsed on top of her, coming down in his afterglow and slipping out of her, allowing their mingled juices to pour from her pussy. She rubbed it gently and tried to close up the opening, finding out relatively quickly that it was impossible. She wanted everything he gave her inside. She wanted it all.

They panted into the air. Had it not been the desert, they would have seen their hot breath churning as it floated away from them in the night. She snuggled close to him and put an arm over his shoulder, kissing him delicately. He did the same, and turned to look into her eyes once more; the last things he saw before the blackness overtook him.