Anya
#23 of Old Works
The bar was full that night, more so than the current owner had ever seen it. It probably had something to do with the vicious blizzard that was blowing outside. Nobody in their right mind would go out in this kind of weather, except for the figure who was climbing the wall of the great keep that dominated the city.
The climbing figure sought another handhold and pulled itself up to a window, resting on the ledge. Anya peered in through the fogged up glass and saw that the room, though brightly lit, was empty. She reached into her black and wet clothing and pulled out a small knife which she used to open the windows lock and climbed inside.
Carefully closing the window she looked around, it looked like servant chambers. She moved to the door and slowly opened it, slipping out she crept down the corridor. A servant came down a flight of steps to her left and would have screamed if a knife had not been imbedded in his neck. Anya pulled the knife out and slipped up the stairs.
She had not gone far before she heard the first shouts of alarm and cursed her carelessness. She should have hidden the body! Anya heard feet and jumped to the wall, pushed off with her taloned foot and grabbed a beam for the ceiling just as guards ran below her. She breathed a sigh of relief as they went past, after a moments thought she decided to use the ceiling instead of the floor and began to crawl along it.
Several more squads of guards ran by no doubt looking for her, but not one of them thought to look at the ceiling. After almost an hour she came to a door that had the sign of the treasury on it. She slowly opened the door and crawled inside, dropping from the ceiling she closed the door and glanced around. There was enough treasure here to make any thief rich but she was only here for one thing and that was hers in the first place. Suddenly several lamps where lit and she looked down the shafts of ten crossbows all held by hard looking wolves in chain armour.
"Ah Anya Stormbringer, so nice of you to...drop in."
A wolf dressed in long purple robes strode forwards, he held something in his hands. It was a talisman with a sapphire set in the middle of a mesh of gold wire.
"Looking for this?" he said waving it in front of her.
"That belonged to my mother and you stole it, now I'm here to take it back." She snarled
"And how do you plan on doing that?" the wolf sneered
"Like...THIS!" she whirled and threw her cloak up in front of her as the crossbow bolts thudded into it.
Somersaulting she drew two curved swords and landed behind the wolves, slashing ones spinal cord and slicing the head off another. The remaining eight turned and drew swords, one came from her right and she threw one sword at him and ducked the blow of another. She heard a thud as her throw sword hit home and parried another blow, kneeing the wolf in the crotch and hitting him round the face. The dragoness turned and slashed down across the face of one more making him drop his sword with a howl of agony. The last five circled her and closed in, she reached for her belt and drew out a twin bladed knife with curved blades and hurled it. It slit the throat of one, curved and thudded into another's face with a nasty chopping sound. She dodged the blow from a large black wolf so his blade went through his colleague and she tripped another so that he stabbed the black wolf in the back. As he tried to get his sword from his fallen comrade she jump kicked his face and stabbed him in the back of the neck.
A whimpering sound caught her attention and she turned. The wolf in the purple robes was trying to tug her sword free from where it had jammed the door after passing through the wolf she had thrown it at. She walked up to him and trod on his fingers grinning at the crunch. Before he had time to howl his pain Anya's sword cut his head from his shoulders. She reached down and picked up the amulet from his slumped form and held it against her chest, feeling it pulse.
"Your back with me...And I'll never let you go." She whispered
Banging came on the door amid shouts of
"My lord!"
"My lord are you all right?!"
She ran to the door, slipping the amulet over her head, and pulled her sword free. Running to the window she heard the door slam open, not looking back she dived through the window and out into the blizzard. As she fell the amulet glowed, keeping her warm, she grabbed a cord on her back and pulled. The harness she was wearing snapped open and her wings unfolded.
A day later and the blizzard had subsided and a mysterious figure left the inn and proceeded out the main gates after bribing the guards then stabbing them and rode towards the woods and out of sight. Anya stopped in the tree line and waited, the sound of another horse made her turn and smile.
"So you found it then?" said the vixen in the horse
"Yes." Anya replied
They stared at each other until they both laughed and rode up to each other and hugged.
"It's good to see you Helen." Anya said
"And you." Helen replied
After some hours ride through the woods they came to the cave they were using as a hide out and entered, the cave was a good ten metres long and right at the back was the camp they had made. There was a large pile of furs next to a fire pit which Helen set about lighting whilst Anya fed the horses. Soon the cave was warm and Anya and Helen lay together on the furs. Anya stroked Helens soft tail and nuzzled her cheek whilst the vixen slowly and buckled Anya's belt and slipped her trousers down touching the dragons slit with a paw. Anya pulled the vixen into a kiss and slowly removed her trousers as well.
Soon they were both naked, Anya's hands moved to her lovers soft breasts and squeezed them. Helen moaned with delight and ground her body against Anya's and nibbled on the dragons tongue as it explored her mouth. Anya lowered her head and licked the nipples of her lover, relishing the soft fur as it brushed against her snout.
She moved her tail under them and gently probed the vixen's tail hole, reaching down with a hand to stroke the fox's pussy. Helen murred and arched her back so that their wet, ready pussies touched making them both moan with ecstasy.
Anya slid her paw into Helen's moist cunny and rubbed the velvet walls within before sliding down and licking the sweet juice that leaked out. Helen gasped as the dragons tongue flicked over her sensitive clit and gave a small yelp as she pushed her scaly snout into her swollen lips. Helen scrabbled at her head be-horned head and ran her fingers through Anya's long, thick purple hair. The black dragon moaned into Helens pussy and sucked hard on her clitoris making the vixen shudder and orgasm, soaking Anya's face with her sweet love nectar.
Anya slipped back up and stroked the panting canines face and kissed her on the nose. She moved her long tail round and slowly pushed it into her red lover's pussy as Helen slipped her paw into Anya's slit. They moved against each other slowly, Anya moving her tail in and out of Helen and Helen pawing Anya's pussy and sucking on her breasts. They moaned into each other as they both approached orgasm as the gently loved each other. Helen loving the feeling of Anya's velvety tail thrusting in and out of her whilst she suckled her scaly breasts. Soon Anya let out a small cry and came, soaking Helens paw and thighs with her clear sex juice. Helen came not long after, clenching her walls around Anya's soft tail.
They lay still in the afterglow of their intense orgasm hugging and nuzzling each other. Helen grabbed Anya's tail and licked the tip loving the taste of her own cum.
"I love you sooo much." She whispered
"I love you more." Murmured Anya as they both fell asleep in-between the furs.
Later, unknown to the sleeping furs, a figure slipped into the cave and gently pressed small darts into their necks. Then ,after silencing the horses, the figure came back and long thick tentacles wrapped themselves around the two lovers and their drugged horses and slipped quietly out carrying its prizes to it's lair...