Chapter 71 The Second Light

Story by Tesslyn on SoFurry

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#71 of Fox Hunt 2: The Queen of Varimore


The Second Light

Chapter 71

It was an easy enough thing, finding Hildrith'el's throne room. All Azrian had to do was follow the sound of helpless screams and grunts. She arrived in the great throne room to find a pool in the center of the smooth white floor, framed by a gold mosaic of tightly packed stones. A male bird had his wings wrapped around a female, and they both stood knee-deep in the water as he humped her desperately. Naked birds sat around the edge of the pool, watching, dipping their taloned feet, fluttering their lashes, females all.

"Ahhh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"

"Mm! Mmph! Mmph!"

Standing awkwardly in the great archway, Azrian flattened her ears against the sound of lovemaking and glanced around the hall. Pillars of shimmering white crystal hung from the ceiling and grew from the floor. The biggest pillars were standing either side the golden throne, which was located up a short flight of steps on a dais. Naked females sat on the stair at the foot of the throne, but Azrian could not see the being who occupied it. The being was shining too brightly, and the effect made it difficult to look at the throne -- it was like looking into the sun.

Azrian dropped her eyes as she took an uncertain step. She came slowly down the steps, her white gown trailing behind her as the birds continued their vigorous lovemaking.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Mmph! Mmph!"

There was a sharp clap from the throne, and the birds stopped humping at once. The male waded to the edge of the pool and sat, his pink penis still hard and dripping with the juices of the female's arousal.

Azrian was surprised when the female came to her. She stopped before Azrian, and they looked at each other. She was a small white bird with happy silver eyes and big breasts. The white plume on her head rose and fell in a magnificent cascade, and like the other females in the palace, she was completely naked. Without warning, she grabbed the front of Azrian's gown and ripped. Azrian screamed softly as her gown fell off in shreds. Her big breasts trembled and slapped each other, and she covered them, blushing furiously as the naked birds around the pool stared at her. The female bird then turned away and sat on the edge of the pool, leaving Azrian to stand naked and uncertain in the stillness.

"Approach me and kneel," came a voice from the throne, "Azrian, Child of Water and Light."

Azrian swallowed hard and started toward the throne. She knew instinctively that she should wade into the pool, for it was directly at the foot of the throne, and somehow, it seemed that doing otherwise would anger Hildrith'el. She waded into the water with the eyes of the birds upon her and slowly knelt. The water was very shallow and came to her waist as she bowed her head against the blazing, blinding light before her.

And it was glorious. Hildrith'el's light was soothing, warm, caressing. Azrian felt herself relaxing as the light bathed her, felt her heart swell with happiness. The singing of Skkye continued on, and kneeling so close to Hildrith'el, she felt the song more intensely, thrumming upon her heart.

"The Game . . . has become quite boring," Hildrith'el said after some time. She sounded weary, and even still, her voice was a beautiful echo against Azrian's ears, like the climax of a song.

"You have come here," continued the First Light, "seeking many things. Seeking a world. Seeking to end those who have harmed you. And I will give you the means to do as you wish. And more."

Azrian blinked, surprised.

"Ah. You wonder why I have chosen to help you. It is because you have been the most entertaining of all my god-children. I watched you fly. I watched you fall. I watched you fall in love," the goddess said, her voice softening. "And if I let you die now, why . . . I would lose a terribly entertaining participant in the Great Game. I will send you back, and you will shake the world with your steps, and your child will shake the world when you have long grown weary of it."

Azrian swallowed hard. Her child?

"You carry the child now," Hildrith'el went on, her voice wistful. "Conceived in dreams within dreams."

Azrian blinked furiously. What!

"Do you know how new worlds are born?" Hildrith'el asked, but she didn't wait for a response, "They are born of females. As all life is born of females, our blood and our pain, our ecstasy and our desire. You must make love to she who is the Joy of Birth. To she who is the Ecstasy of Life renewing itself. Of course, you could make love to me . . . but that would kill you. So you shall make love to Eden instead."

Azrian went still as the water splashed softly behind her. She could feel a presence rising from the pool to stand at her back. She kept her eyes down and didn't dare move.

"Do you know what will happen," went on Hildrith'el, "once you have birthed this world? Nurture it, shape it, help it grow. And once you have given it a name, you will become the Second Light. Do you understand?"

Azrian stared at the water, and it was blurred by the sudden tear that filled her eye. She was going to become like Hildrith'el: she was going to become fully immortal. She held down the threat of a shudder and realized the goddess was waiting for her to respond. "Yes, First Light," she said to the water, "I understand."

"Good," said Hildrith'el, whose voice was heavy with sympathy. "Take her, Eden."

Azrian tensed as someone waded through the water behind her. Small gray paws cupped her breasts from behind and massaged them. Azrian watched breathlessly, surprised to find paws on her body. She had expected the claws of a bird. The little paws were gentle and caressing, pausing to tweak her tender pink nipples. Azrian shivered against the sudden wet curl of a tongue in her ear, and then one of the little gray paws turned her face, and she found herself looking into the pretty eyes of a vixen.

Azrian froze. It was Rahel. Her pretty gray Rahel from the Nahet. She smiled at Azrian, her black mane streaming long around her shoulders, her thick lashes slowly fanning. And she was just as Azrian remembered her: shy and supple and sweet and yielding. But there was a command in the way her caressing paws groped and squeezed, and Azrian knew she was looking into the eyes of Eden. Eden was posing as Rahel.

Eden drew Azrian's face close and kissed her, and as their tongues twisted, the goddess of Joy slipped her fingers between Azrian's thighs . . . and caressed her clit to throbbing. She smoothed it gently between her finger and thumb, back and forth, slowly, lovingly, until Azrian was kissing her breathlessly, until her breasts were heaving.

Eden guided Azrian around to face her, still kissing her as their trembling breasts touched. She slipped her fingers in Azrian's sex and curled them, slowly guiding Azrian to lie on her back in the water. Azrian's head plunged under, and she could see the bubbles escaping her mouth as her helpless cries echoed away from her. Eden crawled up between her legs, and sinking her fingers deeper in her sex, she closed her mouth on her nipple and sucked.

Azrian's lips parted in a cry. With a trembling paw, she found Eden's black mane and caressed it. She twisted helplessly as the goddess took her, sucking her breasts, fingering her tight sex between the bulging lips until she rocked and her breasts wobbled. Eden's paws were everywhere, and she never hesitated in her advances. Her reverent touch smoothed over Azrian's trembling thighs, her hungry kisses finding Azrian's trembling belly . . . her relentless tongue finding Azrian's clenching sex. She kissed Azrian's thighs and licked them, then buried her face in-between, reaching up as she carefully ate her to squeeze and massage her breasts.

Azrian arched her back as the pleasure trembled through her, and her red mane drifted around her in the water, slapping across her hooded eye. She peered up, in a daze, and saw the birds staring. The male was still painfully hard and was touching himself as he watched them make love.

Eden crawled up between Azrian's legs and buried her face in her big breasts as she fingered her, gently and deeply. Azrian sputtered out bubbles, watching as Eden pulled her lips from her nipple and watched her breast jiggle a moment before sucking it again. Then she knocked Azrian's thighs wider apart with a soft nudge of her knee, and slipping her legs under Azrian's splayed legs, she pressed her sex against hers, and slowly began to hump.

Azrian's lashes fluttered and she panted out bubbles as their clits rubbed, growing hotter and harder as the friction stroked them to throbbing arousal. Suddenly ravenous, the goddess slammed Azrian's arms above her head, forcing her big breasts to lift higher. She sucked them deeply, hungrily, until the soft mounds were rising against her face. Azrian twisted and gasped as she was taken, helpless against the hungry throbbing of their swollen clits, helpless against the pleasure tingling through her tight young body. She sputtered as she felt it, the goddess rubbing her velvety soft, swollen lips against her own, slowly, carefully. And then Eden was lying on top of her, and their breasts were rubbing as they rocked.

Azrian dropped her head back, and thrusting her breasts, she moaned in a flurry of bubbles as the pleasure doubled, tripled. Eden closed her mouth over hers, and their tongues twisted as she smashed her sex, harder, faster, until their clits were swollen knots of pleasure, plumping in ceaseless rhythm.

Azrian thrust her hips against the goddess until her breasts were slapping against hers, hungry for more, helpless in her arousal, and she realized this was what she had always wanted with the real Rahel: this pleasure, this intimacy, this ecstasy. Eden looked her in the eye as they rocked, faster and faster, their cries of pleasure escaping in a flurry of bubbles, until Azrian felt it coming and her shapely body tensed. Eden tensed as well. She closed her mouth over Azrian's, and their tongues twisted as they squirted together.

Breathless and spent, Azrian lay gasping in the water, her big breasts riding as she tried to catch her breath. Eden looked down at her with soft eyes -- and suddenly licked her from nipple to cheek. She grabbed Azrian by the neck and pulled her upright with a splash -- then kissed her again, passionately, on the mouth. Azrian melted into the kiss as Eden caressed her breast, as the water slicked down their manes and their fur and dripped off their hard nipples.

"You sweet, tender thing," Eden whispered against her lips. She pushed her paw back through Azrian's long red mane and looked at her again with soft eyes.

Azrian's heart fluttered. The goddess was looking at her with such desire, she thought she might slam her in the water and take her again. But something was glowing in the water between Azrian's legs. She looked down and went still. A small ball of light hovered between her thighs, yellow as it bobbed through the water. Azrian pricked her ears forward: she could hear it singing.

"Look what we created," whispered Eden, eyes bright with delight. "Go on. It longs for you . . . as a babe newly born longs for its mother's arms."

Azrian's paw was shaking when she dipped it in the water and carefully gathered the little seed of light in her fingers. She lifted it to her face, and it set her golden eye aglow, reflecting in it like flame. She could feel it trembling and vibrating, until the trembles reached down into her soul and beat in time with her heart. If she listened carefully, she could hear its song, soft and joyous and innocent.

Azrian smiled at the seed of light. "Welcome into the world," she whispered, ". . . little world."