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Flame’s Kiss

By Dark Violet

Part Four

They walked together.

The corridor flickered with dark shadows, and with every step it they grew deeper, more absolute. The last trickles of torchlight faded far behind them, surrounding them in a black, endless void.

It did not matter; they walked in the fire’s light.

It was a precession the temple had not had for millenia. His feet and her paws treaded the smooth, polished stone in perfect time. Her side pressed against his leg; his hand rested on her flank. To either side, great pillars stretched almost into near-obscurity above them, only to bend and lean together into great arches. Between them, carved figures danced from pedestal to pedestal, a hundred instants of time that, when put together, told the story they ached to hear.

Then, from the darkness, came a gleam that made their hearts beat faster. They did not quicken; it would be unseemly. Instead they kept their pace, anticipation flaring within.

In due time, they walked into the nave. Cool air billowed around them, their joined steps booming with echoes like a drum. They slowed, and with it that rhythm of their footsteps fell into silence, leaving reverence in its rolling wake. Together, they lifted their heads.

Pure beauty welcomed them.

It was a great circular room, stretching around them, revealing itself all at once to their starved eyes. Great spokes of raised, intricately patterned rock spread out along the floor like the beams of the sun, their topsides curved and undulating, as comfortable to the gaze as they would be for the body. Between them, slim pillars reached to the heavens, and around each sat a metal ring, just below eye level, bulging at the bottom to provide a small reservoir of oil. Scattered about the room, as if left alone for just a moment, still sat the requirements for the sacraments; while the fabrics had long since become dust, the jugs and urns remained in their places, awaiting their roles.

At the centre of it all, on a large, raised dais, sat an altar, draped in shadows and drawing the eye. It was simple—almost peculiarly so, with a concave top and a series of steps leading up the side, letting the eye slide to whatever would be lying atop it—right now, the emptiness it held beckoned like a yearning lover.

And on the other side…

They collapsed together; him to his knees, her to her belly. Stretching over the far side of the chamber, rainbow feathers sparkling and ruby eyes gleaming, their God stared down at them; a grand, unwavering statue, a captured instant of divine perfection. Her feathered belly glowed, stretching up to the heights of that long, slender neck, while Her great wings stretched out to embrace those that would enter the temple.

Between Her great, clawed talons came the only light in the chamber; a single flame, so small and yet bright enough to bathe the room in its glow, almost still as it hovered impossibly atop a small block of pale stone.

They trembled, afraid even to rest their gaze on the holy image, lest they be unworthy. They were here. At long last, after so long of searching, so many trials… they were here.

It was the human that rose first. Slowly, he moved around the altar, keeping his gaze on that flame. Moving like this was almost tough, and he had to fight his legs - the air shimmered, and as he moved closer to the flame, it became more and more like wading through a thick syrup. Errant refractions of light flickered in the wake of his limbs.

The great statue of their God watched over him like a caring mother. Under Her gaze, he slowly pulled off his shirt, wrapped it into a ball, and gave it to the impossible flame. The two kissed, and the life was gratefully shared.

Watched by the canine, he held the young fire aloft, and walked to the first of the rings of oil that surrounded the pillars. When he touched his torch to them, they came ablaze, a ring of beautiful incandescence.

With the care that anyone would give their charge, the human went between each pillar, sharing at each one, until the room was warm with light, and his shirt lay as forgotten ashes on the stone floor.

Then, moving together, they knelt before the statue, and beheld their God.

*

They made love that night.

He laid her down on the altar, her fur spreading out beneath her as she relaxed in the slight curve that the surface provided. She was as beautiful as ever, and it was only now with these eyes that he could finally see it. She smiled a warm, tender smile, a smile of utter comfort and love. Beneath that slender muzzle was a mane full and warm, a blaze of white before it gave way to that soft cream underbelly. There, the fur twisted back and forth, playing over a series of dark teats as it flowed down her belly. Her body became slimmer still, before finally sliding outwards into her hinds, spread wide and welcoming, and the dark pads of her upturned hind paws caught the light of the holy flames. Between those thighs, nestled in a mound of pale fur, the dark and glistening flesh of her barely-visible entrance was an invitation he could not bear to refuse.

His clothes, unneeded burdens of a life so far away, were scattered across the floor. Wearing nothing but a reverent smile, he knelt over her, enraptured by her beauty. He trailed a hand across her chin in silent delight before he moved in, and they embraced one another in a kiss. A playful dichotomy of tongues danced between their lips, each lapping over teeth and mouths so different from the other.

His fingers roamed down her sides, and she squirmed beneath them, each of their movements betraying a burning hunger. He grasped her tenderly, hands wrapped around her middle—and, finally obeying the conflagrations of desires they each barely contained, he pushed inside her.

Their moans echoed around the great chamber, the ripples of their outbursts trickling up to the heavens. She was hot; gloriously so, and it made him tremble as he slid himself into an anatomy he had never known. She, in her turn, whimpered in delight, her body opening itself and accepting a male so strange, so right. By the time his body met hers, and she had become wrapped firmly and completely around him, they had embraced fully—arms against forelegs, palms grasping soft fur and pads pressing against skin.

There was no speed to their lovemaking; there did not need to be. The rhythm was soft, unhurried, a tantric enjoyment of each other down to the most personal, the most vulnerable level. Smiles slipped from their faces, giving way to pleasured gasps and yearning stares.

The reality of their actions was difficult to believe. After so long together, after so many years, they could finally see each other for who they were; lovers, in the light of a fire the world had forgotten.

The laps and crackle of flames sent tingles down their limbs as they continued, his hips pressing against hers, growls mixing with pants and whines. Her dark entrance stretched to accommodate every bit of his desire, and in turn he bulged, throbbed, jerking with an aeons-old need. Their scent mixed with the burning, pungent oils, a combination of deep musk and spiced aroma that surrounded them. They curled around one another in silent necessity, his lithe form undulating back and forth, her furred belly gently bulging at each apex. Again and again, each thrust a declaration of their love; every gasp of pleasure, every scrape of nails and claws was a prayer of thanks to the God that had brought them together. Again and again, thrust and whine, gasp and clench, tight embrace and pleading eyes, the human and canine shared their carnal, sacred act.

When the climax came, the peak of their worship, they kissed again; an act not for their God but for themselves, a selfless expression of their love for each other as her body clenched around his. Pulsating, jumping, throbbing with released lust, he sowed his seed into his lover, and she squirmed as she accepted it. They rejoiced together, celebrating heights of pleasure they had neither experienced nor even dreamed of; they floated in it, embraced and entwined, their differences now merely footnotes.

As their orgasms faded, as they were borne down those final slopes into a valley of calm, exhausted happiness, they still did not pull away. Their mortal bodies trembled as they looked into each other’s eyes.

The exultation of their souls shone like a beacon under the watchful gaze of their God.

*

They were shaking again when they awoke.

Despite their nakedness, it was not cold that caused it; in their sleeping embrace, him still held tightly inside her, their God had kept them warm.

Instead, as they pulled away, he turned his face from hers. Shame had spread through his whole being - a deep shame, one he had tried to avoid ever since they first set foot in this place, that had finally come to the the surface and overwhelmed him. She whined, looking to him for guidance, and he wrapped his fingers around the fur of her neck for comfort.

It’s not you, he said in soft, ancient words. Of course it isn’t. He lamented instead of how they were overwhelmed, thrown into fires they were not prepared for. He spoke of his fear; the two of them, rejected beings from another world, unable to make up for a lifetime of their heresy. The very thought of their God’s displeasure felt ill on his shoulders.

She understood, and together, they rose.

She walked with him to the talons of their God, frozen in perfection above them. He turned his eyes upwards; a silent prayer lifted from his lips, and then he slid that gaze down until it came to a final rest on that eternal, impossible flame.

It’s okay, he said, kneeling once more to hold his lover. I know what we can do.

And they kissed, hope bearing them both on quivering wings.