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Vin © QuidEst.","writing":"Vin's wagon rattled along the rutted dirt road leading to the monastery. It was tucked away from the main roads, but still got plenty enough traffic to have developed deep ruts. Irana's temples had a tendency to draw a certain...clientele.\n\nNot that Vin was there for any such thing. He was a merchant, and priests were usually a decent crowd to trade with. They needed provisions to supplement the temple gardens, and they had blessed charms that were worth a great deal more to the average person than they were to the average priest. Whether that meant the bones left after temple sacrifices, amulets, scrolls, or stranger things all depended on the temple in question. He'd been to this monastery a few times before, since it lay not far off his usual route through the area, and they usually sold him blessed bones at very reasonable rates.\n\nThere was something...odd, though, as he drove the cart up this time. There were no priests or novices out in the gardens tending the plants, or meditating. There were no noises or, indeed, any signs of life at all. His first thought was that he might have arrived on a holy day, but he was fairly sure he hadn't - he'd checked to make sure.\n\nFrowning, but more curious than worried, the hyena parked the cart a respectful distance away and climbed down. The wards on the cart were strong enough that it was unlikely someone would break through them in a short time, and his horse was well trained, enough so that he doubted thieves would make off with the whole cart without causing a commotion. He walked up to the main building of the monastery, a standard enough sort of structure made of stone with stained glass windows and a bell tower, and pushed open the door.\n\nWhat greeted him inside was like nothing he could have imagined, and the sight nearly made him lose his lunch. The door opened directly into the main hall, where services were held. It was full of the dead. Dozens of them, he was fairly sure - he had no desire whatsoever to count them and confirm. They were all dressed in the simple but finely made dark habits of Irana's faithful. They were all horribly mutilated, shredded as by claws and teeth, or outright torn limb from limb.\n\nAfter a moment, his eyes focused on the one outlier: a wolf girl, perhaps twenty, sitting in one of the pews. She was wearing a habit as well, and had her head in her hands, crying or praying or both.\n\nHis mind, overloaded by trying to process the emotional weight of the scene, focused on the practical aspects instead. The dead had been dead for some time - he could smell the bodies starting to rot, so they must have been here for at least a couple days. And a survivor was out in the open. That strongly suggested that whatever happened here was done, and it was currently at least mostly safe. However, it also suggested that the killer might come back.\n\nIt seemed unwise to linger.\n\nHe couldn't help but think about the possibility that the killer would track this survivor, hunt her down. But at the same time...he couldn't leave her here, he just couldn't. He was no saint, never claimed he was one, but he wasn't heartless.\n\n\"Hey,\" he called, loud enough to be heard inside, but no louder. He kept his voice gentle, like he was talking to a spooked animal - after this, there was no way she wasn't feeling stressed. \"Hey, come here.\"\n\nThe wolf started, all but jumping, then turned and stared at him. After a long moment, she stood and ran over, her movements a little shaky.\n\nUp close, he could get a better look at her. She had black fur, immaculately groomed, and striking violet eyes, the shade vivid and the gaze piercing. She was wearing a white habit with violet accents, and some bead jewelry with touches of amethyst that complemented her eyes. She was very tall, nearly as tall as he was, and slender.\n\nWhy was he examining her so closely? He wasn't sure.\n\n\"Hey,\" he said gently as she came closer. \"Are you - \" he almost said \"okay,\" but that was entirely the wrong word. \"- uninjured?\" he finished after a pause.\n\n\"I'm not hurt,\" she said. Her voice was blank of all emotion; she could have been describing a visitor to her home whom she knew, but not well. Her eyes were clear, but had a distinct thousand yard stare look to them, like what had happened here had left her in shock.\n\n\"I don't know what happened here,\" Vin said. \"But I don't intend to stick around to find out, either. I'm a merchant, not a soldier. You're welcome to come with me if you want; I wouldn't just leave you like this.\"\n\n\"Yes, please,\" she says, still in that empty tone. \"I don't know what happened either. I woke up in the sanctuary downstairs, and they were like this. All of them, everyone. I wanted to give them a proper funeral, but how in Irana's name would I make a pyre that large?\"\n\n\"No,\" he said. \"We'll tell them at the next village that they need to perform the funeral rites. They'll be able to get it done before anything...bad happens.\" He was no priest, but he knew that leaving corpses lying around without the proper rites was an excellent way to get undead and other unsavory beings around. \"Do you need to get anything before we leave?\"\n\nShe hesitated, then nodded. \"I have a bag downstairs, if that's okay? It's not much, just some clothes and personal things.\"\n\n\"Of course,\" he said, and she took off at a run, heading through a back door that presumably led to the priests' quarters.\n\nShe returned in about five minutes, carrying a smallish backpack. It was packed full, but not bulging, despite its small size - she clearly hadn't been exaggerating when she said it wasn't much.\n\n\"All right,\" she says. \"I, I'm ready.\"\n\nVin nodded, entirely willing to leave. Some people would have tried to loot whatever valuables and relics the priests had, he was sure, but it seemed staggeringly unwise. Leaving aside both the girl's reaction and the gods' disfavor, such a thing could ruin his reputation, which was worth far more to a merchant than the value of the relics was likely to be.\n\nThe wolf climbed up onto the cart beside him, and Vin flicked the reins. The horse, already spooked by both his attitude and the smell of death in the air, was quite happy to turn and head back out the rutted access road to the main road through the region. \"It's funny,\" she said, perhaps a minute after they started to leave. \"I've barely left the monastery in...five, six years? Never thought I'd leave like this.\"\n\n\"No one would have seen this coming,\" Vin said, shuddering a little as the image of that charnel house of a temple ran through his mind again. He couldn't help a painfully mirthless laugh. \"I expect if they had, they'd have left sooner.\"\n\n\"Too true,\" she said mournfully. Her violet eyes watered, but she didn't shed any tears, just blinked a couple of times. \"Anyway. I should introduce myself. I'm Cho, an initiate of Irana. Can I still say that? I think so. I'm not any less Her servant just because my monastery was...was...\" She trailed off, seeming unsure how to finish the thought, or even if she should.\n\nHe held a hand out for her to shake, giving her a way out. \"Vin. I'm a traveling merchant. And yes, you're still an initiate.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Thank you for taking me. I don't know what I'd have done otherwise. The food was almost gone, and I don't know anything outside the temple really. I don't even know which direction the nearest town is....\"\n\nThe food was almost gone? Vin mentally adjusted his estimate of how long she'd been in there with the bodies upward. Out loud, he just said, \"I'm glad I could help. Are you hungry now?\"\n\nShe nodded, hesitantly this time. \"I ate a little bread and cheese yesterday, but it was moldy and I threw most of it up again.\"\n\n\"There's a bag behind you. Under it, in the basket, there's some trail bread and jerky, and waterskins.\" He didn't say out loud that the reason there was some extra food was that he hadn't traded it to the priests for relics to sell. Vin wasn't the most tactful soul, but even he knew that was something best kept to himself.\n\nCho shuddered, then dug around behind the seat, coming up with a small sack of bread and jerky. She started eating, pacing herself, but clearly ravenous.\n\nVin found himself watching the way her mouth moved as she ate, out of the corner of his eye. Following the motion of her throat as she swallowed. Seeing the relief writ large in her features, shining in those violet eyes. He wasn't sure why.\n\n\"Oh, if you want to get into the cart, I'll need to be here,\" he said, remembering that he ought to mention it. \"It's not a trust thing - it's just how the wards were set up. They won't let anyone into the cart's contents without me being present.\"\n\n\"Completely understandable,\" Cho said between bites. \"Sensible, really, with how the roads are these days. I never traveled, but some of the senior priests did, and they made it sound like things are pretty bad out there.\" She hesitated, then said, \"I admire you, really, you're quite brave to spend your time on the road.\"\n\nHe couldn't help but laugh. \"Quite the opposite,\" he admitted. \"If bandits show up, I run away. They spend a little time trying to get through the wards, then either they give up or the wards knock them out. Either way, I'm not even there for the trouble.\"\n\n\"Sill, you're on the road all the time. Bandits, bad weather, monsters...anything could happen.\" Her eyes sparkle a little as she says this.\n\n\"It usually doesn't, though, so I'm just as glad to have someone to talk to to pass the time\" Vin said. \"Trust me, your life seems just as exotic to me. Serving in a monastery, surrounded by the same people every day, magic as just a normal part of life...actually, can you do any magic as an initiate?\"\n\nCho shrugged. \"A little? I know the minor blessings and prayers. That's about it.\"\n\n\"I'm no mage or man of the callings, so it's probably a good deal more impressive to me than to you,\" he said. \"I hardly ever see magic at all aside from the wards on the cart.\"\n\n\"Fair enough. Watch this, then,\" she said, and gestured. A ball of light appeared by her shoulder, burning with a low violet light. Something about it was hard to look at directly, like his brain was aware that something was striking the retina that it did not understand and did not want to.\n\nVin blinked and shook his head a little. \"Whoa, that's...that's an odd feeling. Does it give off enough light to see at night?\"\n\n\"Not too far, but you can see to walk by,\" she said, clearly pleased that he was impressed.\n\n\"Excellent! Torches and lanterns are hard to get to that level - they're brighter, so they stand out more. Having something subtler like that, and it even repels the eye a little, is ideal for night when you don't want bandits to see you.\"\n\nCho nodded. \"Makes sense! I hadn't even considered that. I'm not used to worrying about someone seeing it. Who would attack a monastery, after all?\" Her face fell an instant later as she remembered that clearly, someone had.\n\nVin pressed on, not sure what to do other than provide company and distraction. \"Like I said, I'm easily impressed. So does it only hover at your shoulder, or can it be 'given' to someone else?\"\n\n\"I can send it with someone,\" she said. \"But it can only about a hundred feet from me.\"\n\n\"Makes sense. Can you read by it? Not that I ever want to be doing ledgers after dark....\"\n\n\"It's a little hard to make out the letters,\" she admitted. \"Since it's dim and colorful.\"\n\n\"Not a problem,\" Vin reassured her. \"Like I said, not something I'd want to be doing anyway.\"\n\nCho was silent for a long moment, then said, \"Where are you headed now?\"\n\n\"There's a small village about two miles down the road that's one of my usual trading stops. We'll also pause for a proper meal there. You're welcome to get off there or any other stop, but you're also welcome with me as long as you can stand my company.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"No complaints so far,\" she joked. \"But is there anything I can do to help out in return? I'd feel bad if I was just a burden on you.\"\n\nVin thought for a moment. \"With a little practice you'll be able to help me out, I'm sure. Double check the ledgers, for instance, and help manage inventory and such. In the meantime, are there any other magics you can work that might be handy on the road?\"\n\n\"I can work small charms,\" she said. \"Purifying and blessing water, light, lighting fires, move small objects, minor healing, that sort of thing. Oh, and I can make something smell nice. It's a bit...specific, I know, but it was something I wanted to learn.\"\n\n\"And temples almost never sell holy water at a profit because it's so crucial to the public good,\" Vin said, nodding. \"Ah, well. It's convenient, if nothing else. I suppose if initiates could get rich with their magic there would be few priests in the world.\"\n\n\"That or very many,\" Cho joked, the , grinning. Vin found his eyes drawn to the curve of her lips as she smiled, the way her teeth gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. \"But yes, holy water I won't sell for a profit. The rest I might be able to make a little money off of? It's almost the only skill I have. They didn't teach us much else beyond our duties to Irana.\"\n\n\"Not to worry. That's enough for me to let you stay with me as long as you want,\" Vin said. \"You know how to read, so I can teach you to double check the ledgers for me. If you think of anything else, you're welcome to let me know, of course.\"\n\n\"I can. But I'm not sure you want to know.\"\n\nVin was lost for a moment, then it clicked. \"Oh, right, Irana. Look, I'm not going to ask you to sell yourself for trail bread and jerky, if that was the allusion, and I'm terribly sorry if it wasn't. Small magics and checking the ledgers is more than enough.\"\n\nCho relaxed slightly, though she hadn't seemed tense before. \"All right. I don't mind, really - I actually enjoyed that part of my duties, and apparently I was fairly good at it, though the selection at the monastery was rather small. But they did tell me it isn't the same, the way it happens, outside. Anyway, I'm happy to do whatever I can to help. I really appreciate what you're doing for me.\"\n\nVin's thoughts were suddenly filled with lurid imaginations, remembered stories about what the Iranans got up to in those monasteries. She said duties like it was a religious obligation. \"You're welcome,\" he managed to say. No, now was not the time to ask what exactly those duties were that she was so good at performing. Wholly inappropriate.\n\nExcept the images seemed a little too intense, and they weren't fading away the way that they should. Where normally it would be simple enough to banish such thoughts, now they lingered, refusing to be properly relegated to his subconscious. He found himself acutely aware of Cho's presence, how close she was sitting beside him on the relatively small bench of the cart, the vivid violet of her eyes only augmented by the eerie violet lighting, her aroma like lavender and vanilla - she said she liked making things smell nice.\n\n\"Something on your mind?\" she asked, clearly picking up on his hesitation if not the cause for it.\n\nHe had to ask. He couldn't just leave it at what his overactive imagination produced, that wouldn't be healthy for either of them. Just let her explain the boring truth, like he'd talked about how dull the life of a traveling merchant actually was.\n\n\"I don't know if you're up for talking about this, but...well, I've only heard wild rumors about what those Iranan duties entail. I'd rather know the truth than make unfounded assumptions. He couldn't help but blush, glad for his fur to conceal it.\n\nCho giggled a little. \"Oh!\" she said. \"Well, the truth is, we aren't having nonstop orgies or anything. In most ways we're like any other monastery. Lots of mundane chores and meditation.. It's just that Irana teaches that pleasure is good, you know? It's healthy, for the body and spirit. Sometimes we'd do things like have a really good feast, or listen to a concert by some of the priests. It's not all sex, it's just that's the part that people remember. And the novices, the ones who want to, are taught how to make people feel good in various ways. Some of them learn to cook, or dance, or paint, that sort of thing. For me...well, okay, sometimes it is sexual. That's what I learned to do.\"\n\nAs she spoke, he couldn't help but look at the curve of her face, the way her lips moved, and imagine how those lips might feel on him. When she implies that she studied sexual arts, well, the thoughts that rush through his mind at that are the kind of thing that makes him acutely aware of how rarely a traveling merchant gets to have close physical contact with anyone, let alone someone who smells so nice.\n\nHe nodded along to her explanation, relieved that things were as mundane as he'd expected...until the end. That prompted another swallow. \"Are you sure you'll be okay out on the road like this. There's, um, not a lot of pleasures out on the road.\" He couldn't help himself, she was so close, she smelled so good, he had to continue speaking, had to finish the thought. \"...And not a large selection for your particular devotionals.\"\n\n\"Oh, I'll be fine,\" she reassured him. \"It's as much about taking pleasure where you find it as anything. Irana teaches us that a beggar can be happier than a king if she can appreciate what she has, even if it's just a crust of bread and the same lover as every other night. Like right now, I have food in my stomach and a friend beside me when I could still be hungry and alone. It's be awful ungrateful of me to ask for more.\"\n\nThe same lover every night. Vin took a moment to even find words, eventually opting for the direct approach. \"Well, I'd...hate to squander the pleasure offered. If you ever want a partner for those devotionals, I'd be happy - no, I'd be more than happy to oblige.\"\n\nCho looked genuinely surprised. \"Really?\" she said. \"I...don't know what to say. I know I was popular with the people at the monastery, but I always figured it was just because there was, well, a limited pool. You really want to...touch me?\"\n\nShe sounded as though she really couldn't believe this, even though her body all but begged to be touched, from the gentle curve of her cheek to the smooth well of her breasts, the fullness of her hip to the long lines of her hips. In fact, Vin really couldn't think of what to say that would express the sheer degree to which she was underestimating her own attractiveness.\n\nBut he had to try. \"You think it was just the limited selection...? Cho, if I may speak frankly, I crossed my legs three minutes ago and haven't uncrossed them since for a reason. If you don't mind us pulling over, I will demonstrate just how much I want to touch you,\" he said, doing his best to not just sweep her up at once.\n\n\"R-really?\" Cho said. \"That would be...I don't...why would you want to....\" She looked as though she expected this to be some sort of cruel light.\n\nThe violet light seemed to flare a little brighter. Vin couldn't seem to form coherent sentences any more than Cho could. There was just too much to take in, too much of her to look at, to think about touching, tasting....\n\n\"Yes,\" he said, though he'd had something more eloquent planned. He leaned in, kissing her, the taste of her sweet and floral, as her tongue pushed against his precisely the right amount before yielding, allowing him to press into her mouth. He swung around to face her, standing over her a little awkwardly and pressing her back against the seat as he kept the kiss up.\n\nThe scent of night-blooming flowers seemed a little stronger, up close to her, as her hands went to the back of his head, gently stroking through his fur. She squirmed, clearly calculated to be just enough resistance to not have any real chance of pushing him away, while still letting him feel stronger than she was, more powerful. The taste of her, the scent, the naked hunger in those violet eyes, was intoxicating.\n\nVin felt like he was getting lost in her, and it felt less like a metaphor than it should have. He pushed back on her as she \"resisted,\" the inherent upper body strength of his species helping to sell the fantasy. He let his broad, rough tongue slide into her muzzle, breathing heavily to fill his lungs with that sweet floral scent. As he did, he lowered himself gently onto her, letting her feel through his pants some reassurance of his interest.\n\nShe whimpered, but it was obviously a happy sound. One of her hands went to his shoulder, pushing back on him, but again, it seemed deliberately calculated to be just enough resistance to let him overpower her, without having a chance of actually stopping him, or even making him think she wanted to. His tongue in her mouth found the taste of her almost unnaturally good, sweet and complex and overpoweringly female.\n\nAs his erection, already quite hard despite the lack of direct stimulation, pressed in to her she whimpered again. Her hand went from pushing against his shoulder to sliding slowly down his chest, keeping up the pressure.\n\nVin met her eyes, hoping that his own managed to show even a portion of the raw intensity and hunger that hers did. Being wanted like that was incredibly arousing. That it was by a painfully attractive acolyte dedicated to sexual pleasure was so implausible that he had difficulty really processing it. When she pushed back on him, he responded more forcefully, pressing in and twisting his jaws to slide his tongue further into her mouth. It tasted heavenly. By now, he couldn't help rubbing his cock against her through their clothes as her hand slid slowly, deliberately down his torso.\n\nFinally, it reached his pants, and she rubbed against his cock through the fabric, and the dexterity in those fingers is amazing. Even through the pants, she seemed to know just how to tease him to provoke the strongest response.\n\nThen she pulled away, out of the kiss, and he saw her eyes again. The hunger in them, the sheer need, was even stronger now, so evident and so overpowering that he couldn't look away. Not even to look at her mouth (hanging open slightly and she was panting,\" her breasts (heaving with her breaths and he'd pushed her habit aside just a little to expose the dark fur of her chest), or her legs (spread open to let him in to reach her, and oh-so-tantalizingly hinting at what else they might let him reach).\n\nWell, he had to be able to look away from those violet pools, or he wouldn't know all that. But it seemed like no matter how alluring the sight he pulled his gaze away to see, it always wound up right back on those hungry, blazing eyes.\n\n\"Your fur is so soft,\" Cho said. \"I want to feel more of it.\"\n\n\"Ahh,\" he said. The hunger in her eyes made him so hard, so full of the need to satisfy her. The brief flickering glances at the rest of her only reinforced it. As she spoke, he nodded, not even aware of the motion, and said, \"All of it, I want to feel you too.\" He hastily worked at freeing himself from his jacket and shirt, the moment where he had to break line of sight to pull it over his head almost painful. He thought he was working quickly, but by the time he could see again, Cho was already out of her habit and cloak entirely. She was clad in just violet lingerie that serves to enhance rather than hide the appeal of her three rows of moderately sized breasts, that hints at what lies between her legs with the eroticism of a striptease rather than baring it all at once. It's like she knew that he wanted to pull the last scraps of cloth off of her himself.\n\nAnd he did want to, so he did, pulling it out of the way. He let out a quiet rumble of growling satisfaction as he did, even as she dragged her fingers through the fur of his chest, her nails teasing at his skin. \"Oh,\" she sighed. \"You're so soft. And so hard, I think.\" Her lips quirked as she said that last, the innocent-girl look fading into the sex-priestess one with that knowing smile.\n\n\"I'm glad you like it,\" Vin said, squeezing her breast firmly while his other hand ran along her more forcefully than her tender attentions on him. Her fur was silky-soft and immaculately groomed. \"Mmmm.\" He rubbed against her one more time before reaching down to his pants, even though he fully expected her to beat him to it.\n\nCho smiled, and cooed, and as expected her hands were on him before he could even really start on his pants. She pushed his gently out of the way and undoes his fastenings with quick, expert motions, as though she couldn't wait a moment longer than necessary to see him. She pulled his pants and loincloth down, sliding them off his legs, and gazed at his erect shaft with obvious admiration. She didn't move to touch it, though, perhaps letting him continue the conceit that he is in control and she is \"struggling\" to stop him from having his way with her.\n\nHe took it easy to start with, lowering himself to rub against her stomach in long, slow motions while he \"forced\" her head back to kiss her again. His left hand, meanwhile, was making the same slow progression down her body that her hand had made down his earlier, pausing along the way to tease each of her nipples before sliding further down.\n\nShe continued to provide exactly the right amount of resistance as he pushed her into a kiss, moaning into him.She stroked his fur and felt his muscles, and he could feel her starting to get damp against him as he slowly teased his way down her body.\n\nWhen his hand finally finished its path, he used his fingers to gently spread open her pussy, and carefully positioned himself using those fingers as reference points. It was clear from his caution that he was far from practiced at this. She whimpered as he spread her folds, but her legs were still spread wise, and her hand slid around to pull him in, helping him spear into her. She was surprisingly tight considering how much practice she must have had, and her hot, slick walls glung to him in a way that was absolutely delightful.\n\nEven as he slid into her, her eyes continued to hold him captive in pools of amethyst fire, blazing with the heat of a dying star. The sheer need in those eyes was enough to leave him desperate for release already, desperate to fill her with what she craved.\n\nBoth of them were moaning gently by now as he began sliding into her, letting her guide him by the pressure of the leg she had hooked around him. He left his hand more or less where it was, rubbing at her while he thrust into her. He didn't have monastic training or anything of the sort, but he was doing his best to pleasure her in return.\n\nShe pulled him in, and stroked him, her fingers gliding through his fur, her tongue letting him into her mouth without any fight at all. If the conceit here was that he was overpowering her, then now even in the fiction she is too lust-stricken to put up that fight on more than the most cursory basis. Her other leg came up as well, resting both of them against his hips and helping him to thrust into her. He penetrated easily most of his length before starting to meet resistance as she was just a hair too tight to take the full length of his cock.\n\nHe rocked back and forth inside her, letting himself push just a little more against that resistance each time. It slowly faded, letting him in just a little further on each thrust. He was still meeting a little bit of resistance, though, a barrier, her inner walls just not quite allowing him to really go to town on her. Her caresses through his fur felt wonderful, and his tongue slipped further into her, lapping at the inside of her mouth. It all felt amazing, overpowering, but he wanted to go deeper, and he knew she could let him.\n\nAs his tongue licked her mouth, he found the taste growing stronger and stronger, overwhelming him with sweetness and something floral and intoxicating. The depths of her eyes seemed to be getting deeper, richer, more full of hunger and need and a sweet promise. She continued to moan and whimper under him, but he just felt that sense of incompleteness, as though there's something that just isn't quite as perfect as it could be. He wanted to bury his cock in her a little deeper, wanted to explore her mouth a little more fully.\n\nHe thrust harder, trying to chase that elusive perfection, kissing her deeply with a desperate passion, and throwing his gaze into her eyes in the hopes that this time they truly would swallow him up. But it wasn't enough, he needed something more. So he said so, pulling away just enough to gasp, \"More,\" hoping that she would give him what he needed.\n\nAs he said it she gasped, throwing her head back. He felt a momentary sense of loss as both the kiss and her gaze were broken, and then she suddenly shifted under him. It happened seemingly instantly, between blinks, between heartbeats, between thoughts. On instant, there was a lovely but normal wolf girl under him. The next, Cho was six inches taller, taller than him now, and gaunt. Her arms were longer and ended in pronounced claws, as did her legs. Her eyes...well, those were much the same, but the violet tone was somehow even stronger, more intoxicating.\n\nShe surged up into him, overpowering him as easily as he was pretending to overpower her before, and bore him down to the floor of the cart. Her mouth was on his, muzzles locking together, and her tongue was long and sweet and in his mouth, writhing like a serpent. He was still buried in her, and now she was in control, riding him hard and fast. He was going deeper now, all the way to the base on every stroke, his whole shaft buried in her hot, wet embrace.\n\nAs the suddenly more powerful Cho tossed him to the ground, Vin gasped and moaned. She took absolute control, aggressively kissing him and driving herself down onto him. The sudden reversal was overwhelmingly arousing. He cast himself adrift in her eyes as he bucked, helpless to do anything but thrust up into her. Whatever strange incompleteness had been holding him back before was gone now, and he was coming for her, offering himself up to this strange being of ebony fur and violet eyes.\n\nShe didn't stop as he started coming, spurting inside her. She just kept moving, harder, faster, every thrust taking her all the way from his tip to his base and back. Each stroke seemed to fall harder than the one before, her tight pussy clinging to his cock, dragging along him. He felt an overwhelming pleasure mixed with urgency, the urge to fill her coupled with the need to bring her to her own release.\n\nHe didn't seem to be softening at all, and the orgasm just kept rolling, drawing forth more and more and more. It felt like it was draining him of something, or perhaps adding something else, but it just didn't seem important. Certainly not as vital as the waves of pleasure and hunger and raw, primal need rocking his being to the core. Her tongue in his mouth was still moving, writhing demandingly, spreading the sweet flavor of her through him.\n\nHe arched under her, trying to meet her thrusts with his own, though her strength and position made it impossible for him to equal her efforts. More and more she drew from him, and still he bucked and thrust as hard as he could, trying to satisfy her seemingly insatiable lust.\n\nFinally, she pulled her mouth free and started panting, breath hot and sweet against his face, her thrusts speeding up a little and then slowing down. She took him in long, slow strokes, grinding against him each time she reached the base of his cock, using him like a living sex toy. Contractions passed along him in rhythmic waves, and then her cum splattered his hips alongside his own, infinitely better-smelling. She shuddered and spasmed, grinding against him.\n\nHe moaned, rubbing at her steadily to the pace her contractions had set. He pressed his mouth hard to hers, trying to run his tongue further in, stroking her own with his. He kept thrusting, exulting in the way she squeezed him, trying to work with the pulsing pressure. His free hand gripped tight around her back, pulling him against her.\n\nShe continued to pant, whimper, and moan as he thrust into her, rubbed her, and generally did everything in his power to make her a very happy...whatever she was. The purple light was brighter, but it wasn't hurting his eyes the same way anymore. It felt almost...welcome. He thrust up into her, spraying her insides, until finally his surprisingly deep well is tapped and he stops coming. She does at much the same time, panting for breath. After a few moments, she revived enough to lick at his face, making happy canine noises.\n\nAs she finally came, Vin felt a rush of pleasure and triumph unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Every bit of him was singing ecstatically, the afterglow flooding his body with contentment. He sighed contentedly, accepting the licks with murmurs of pleasure and reaching up to scratch behind her ears.\n\nShe continued to lick him, visibly pleased by his claws scratching gently at her skin. \"Thank Irana you came for me,\" she said. \"And thank ----------.\" He got the impression she said an actual name, but he couldn't say what it was. It's like his brain was a wagon that hit a rut as she spoke, and the only memory he has is something a little like the violet light was before - something that was too much too for him to process.\n\nHe would have been hard pressed not to come for her, but he wasn't going to spoil the moment with a terrible joke. \"Mmm...are you convinced I want to touch you?\" he asked languidly, continuing to lazily scratch behind her ears.\n\nShe giggled. \"I think you convinced me,\" she said happily.\n\nVin gave her a serious look. \"Because, if you weren't sure, i can try convincing you again - \" For a moment, desire warred with realism. \" -tomorrow,\" he finished, favoring realism.\n\n\"I suppose my confidence might always lapse again,\" she joked. \"You might need to keep convincing me for a long, long time....\"\n\n\"I will endeavor to convince you as often as possible,\" he said, and ran one hand down her rows of breasts. \"With occasional reminders, too.\"\n\nCho smiled and rubbed her cheek forcefully against his forehead, several times. Then her violet eyes drifted closed, and she settled in on top of him, seemingly about to doze off.\n\nWeighing trying to get them both dressed, Vin gave up and turned the horse aside to the nearest rough opening through the trees to give them a bit of cover. He pulled out a blanket to cover them, in case somebody did poke around, and figured they could stop for an afternoon nap.\n\nThe last thing he saw before his eyes drifted closed was that violet radiance, emanating from nowhere though the light Cho conjured had vanished when she fell asleep.\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Vin's wagon rattled along the rutted dirt road leading to the monastery. It was tucked away from the main roads, but still got plenty enough traffic to have developed deep ruts. Irana's temples had a tendency to draw a certain...clientele.

Not that Vin was there for any such thing. He was a merchant, and priests were usually a decent crowd to trade with. They needed provisions to supplement the temple gardens, and they had blessed charms that were worth a great deal more to the average person than they were to the average priest. Whether that meant the bones left after temple sacrifices, amulets, scrolls, or stranger things all depended on the temple in question. He'd been to this monastery a few times before, since it lay not far off his usual route through the area, and they usually sold him blessed bones at very reasonable rates.

There was something...odd, though, as he drove the cart up this time. There were no priests or novices out in the gardens tending the plants, or meditating. There were no noises or, indeed, any signs of life at all. His first thought was that he might have arrived on a holy day, but he was fairly sure he hadn't - he'd checked to make sure.

Frowning, but more curious than worried, the hyena parked the cart a respectful distance away and climbed down. The wards on the cart were strong enough that it was unlikely someone would break through them in a short time, and his horse was well trained, enough so that he doubted thieves would make off with the whole cart without causing a commotion. He walked up to the main building of the monastery, a standard enough sort of structure made of stone with stained glass windows and a bell tower, and pushed open the door.

What greeted him inside was like nothing he could have imagined, and the sight nearly made him lose his lunch. The door opened directly into the main hall, where services were held. It was full of the dead. Dozens of them, he was fairly sure - he had no desire whatsoever to count them and confirm. They were all dressed in the simple but finely made dark habits of Irana's faithful. They were all horribly mutilated, shredded as by claws and teeth, or outright torn limb from limb.

After a moment, his eyes focused on the one outlier: a wolf girl, perhaps twenty, sitting in one of the pews. She was wearing a habit as well, and had her head in her hands, crying or praying or both.

His mind, overloaded by trying to process the emotional weight of the scene, focused on the practical aspects instead. The dead had been dead for some time - he could smell the bodies starting to rot, so they must have been here for at least a couple days. And a survivor was out in the open. That strongly suggested that whatever happened here was done, and it was currently at least mostly safe. However, it also suggested that the killer might come back.

It seemed unwise to linger.

He couldn't help but think about the possibility that the killer would track this survivor, hunt her down. But at the same time...he couldn't leave her here, he just couldn't. He was no saint, never claimed he was one, but he wasn't heartless.

"Hey," he called, loud enough to be heard inside, but no louder. He kept his voice gentle, like he was talking to a spooked animal - after this, there was no way she wasn't feeling stressed. "Hey, come here."

The wolf started, all but jumping, then turned and stared at him. After a long moment, she stood and ran over, her movements a little shaky.

Up close, he could get a better look at her. She had black fur, immaculately groomed, and striking violet eyes, the shade vivid and the gaze piercing. She was wearing a white habit with violet accents, and some bead jewelry with touches of amethyst that complemented her eyes. She was very tall, nearly as tall as he was, and slender.

Why was he examining her so closely? He wasn't sure.

"Hey," he said gently as she came closer. "Are you - " he almost said "okay," but that was entirely the wrong word. "- uninjured?" he finished after a pause.

"I'm not hurt," she said. Her voice was blank of all emotion; she could have been describing a visitor to her home whom she knew, but not well. Her eyes were clear, but had a distinct thousand yard stare look to them, like what had happened here had left her in shock.

"I don't know what happened here," Vin said. "But I don't intend to stick around to find out, either. I'm a merchant, not a soldier. You're welcome to come with me if you want; I wouldn't just leave you like this."

"Yes, please," she says, still in that empty tone. "I don't know what happened either. I woke up in the sanctuary downstairs, and they were like this. All of them, everyone. I wanted to give them a proper funeral, but how in Irana's name would I make a pyre that large?"

"No," he said. "We'll tell them at the next village that they need to perform the funeral rites. They'll be able to get it done before anything...bad happens." He was no priest, but he knew that leaving corpses lying around without the proper rites was an excellent way to get undead and other unsavory beings around. "Do you need to get anything before we leave?"

She hesitated, then nodded. "I have a bag downstairs, if that's okay? It's not much, just some clothes and personal things."

"Of course," he said, and she took off at a run, heading through a back door that presumably led to the priests' quarters.

She returned in about five minutes, carrying a smallish backpack. It was packed full, but not bulging, despite its small size - she clearly hadn't been exaggerating when she said it wasn't much.

"All right," she says. "I, I'm ready."

Vin nodded, entirely willing to leave. Some people would have tried to loot whatever valuables and relics the priests had, he was sure, but it seemed staggeringly unwise. Leaving aside both the girl's reaction and the gods' disfavor, such a thing could ruin his reputation, which was worth far more to a merchant than the value of the relics was likely to be.

The wolf climbed up onto the cart beside him, and Vin flicked the reins. The horse, already spooked by both his attitude and the smell of death in the air, was quite happy to turn and head back out the rutted access road to the main road through the region. "It's funny," she said, perhaps a minute after they started to leave. "I've barely left the monastery in...five, six years? Never thought I'd leave like this."

"No one would have seen this coming," Vin said, shuddering a little as the image of that charnel house of a temple ran through his mind again. He couldn't help a painfully mirthless laugh. "I expect if they had, they'd have left sooner."

"Too true," she said mournfully. Her violet eyes watered, but she didn't shed any tears, just blinked a couple of times. "Anyway. I should introduce myself. I'm Cho, an initiate of Irana. Can I still say that? I think so. I'm not any less Her servant just because my monastery was...was..." She trailed off, seeming unsure how to finish the thought, or even if she should.

He held a hand out for her to shake, giving her a way out. "Vin. I'm a traveling merchant. And yes, you're still an initiate."

She nodded. "Thank you for taking me. I don't know what I'd have done otherwise. The food was almost gone, and I don't know anything outside the temple really. I don't even know which direction the nearest town is...."

The food was almost gone? Vin mentally adjusted his estimate of how long she'd been in there with the bodies upward. Out loud, he just said, "I'm glad I could help. Are you hungry now?"

She nodded, hesitantly this time. "I ate a little bread and cheese yesterday, but it was moldy and I threw most of it up again."

"There's a bag behind you. Under it, in the basket, there's some trail bread and jerky, and waterskins." He didn't say out loud that the reason there was some extra food was that he hadn't traded it to the priests for relics to sell. Vin wasn't the most tactful soul, but even he knew that was something best kept to himself.

Cho shuddered, then dug around behind the seat, coming up with a small sack of bread and jerky. She started eating, pacing herself, but clearly ravenous.

Vin found himself watching the way her mouth moved as she ate, out of the corner of his eye. Following the motion of her throat as she swallowed. Seeing the relief writ large in her features, shining in those violet eyes. He wasn't sure why.

"Oh, if you want to get into the cart, I'll need to be here," he said, remembering that he ought to mention it. "It's not a trust thing - it's just how the wards were set up. They won't let anyone into the cart's contents without me being present."

"Completely understandable," Cho said between bites. "Sensible, really, with how the roads are these days. I never traveled, but some of the senior priests did, and they made it sound like things are pretty bad out there." She hesitated, then said, "I admire you, really, you're quite brave to spend your time on the road."

He couldn't help but laugh. "Quite the opposite," he admitted. "If bandits show up, I run away. They spend a little time trying to get through the wards, then either they give up or the wards knock them out. Either way, I'm not even there for the trouble."

"Sill, you're on the road all the time. Bandits, bad weather, monsters...anything could happen." Her eyes sparkle a little as she says this.

"It usually doesn't, though, so I'm just as glad to have someone to talk to to pass the time" Vin said. "Trust me, your life seems just as exotic to me. Serving in a monastery, surrounded by the same people every day, magic as just a normal part of life...actually, can you do any magic as an initiate?"

Cho shrugged. "A little? I know the minor blessings and prayers. That's about it."

"I'm no mage or man of the callings, so it's probably a good deal more impressive to me than to you," he said. "I hardly ever see magic at all aside from the wards on the cart."

"Fair enough. Watch this, then," she said, and gestured. A ball of light appeared by her shoulder, burning with a low violet light. Something about it was hard to look at directly, like his brain was aware that something was striking the retina that it did not understand and did not want to.

Vin blinked and shook his head a little. "Whoa, that's...that's an odd feeling. Does it give off enough light to see at night?"

"Not too far, but you can see to walk by," she said, clearly pleased that he was impressed.

"Excellent! Torches and lanterns are hard to get to that level - they're brighter, so they stand out more. Having something subtler like that, and it even repels the eye a little, is ideal for night when you don't want bandits to see you."

Cho nodded. "Makes sense! I hadn't even considered that. I'm not used to worrying about someone seeing it. Who would attack a monastery, after all?" Her face fell an instant later as she remembered that clearly, someone had.

Vin pressed on, not sure what to do other than provide company and distraction. "Like I said, I'm easily impressed. So does it only hover at your shoulder, or can it be 'given' to someone else?"

"I can send it with someone," she said. "But it can only about a hundred feet from me."

"Makes sense. Can you read by it? Not that I ever want to be doing ledgers after dark...."

"It's a little hard to make out the letters," she admitted. "Since it's dim and colorful."

"Not a problem," Vin reassured her. "Like I said, not something I'd want to be doing anyway."

Cho was silent for a long moment, then said, "Where are you headed now?"

"There's a small village about two miles down the road that's one of my usual trading stops. We'll also pause for a proper meal there. You're welcome to get off there or any other stop, but you're also welcome with me as long as you can stand my company."

She nodded. "No complaints so far," she joked. "But is there anything I can do to help out in return? I'd feel bad if I was just a burden on you."

Vin thought for a moment. "With a little practice you'll be able to help me out, I'm sure. Double check the ledgers, for instance, and help manage inventory and such. In the meantime, are there any other magics you can work that might be handy on the road?"

"I can work small charms," she said. "Purifying and blessing water, light, lighting fires, move small objects, minor healing, that sort of thing. Oh, and I can make something smell nice. It's a bit...specific, I know, but it was something I wanted to learn."

"And temples almost never sell holy water at a profit because it's so crucial to the public good," Vin said, nodding. "Ah, well. It's convenient, if nothing else. I suppose if initiates could get rich with their magic there would be few priests in the world."

"That or very many," Cho joked, the , grinning. Vin found his eyes drawn to the curve of her lips as she smiled, the way her teeth gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. "But yes, holy water I won't sell for a profit. The rest I might be able to make a little money off of? It's almost the only skill I have. They didn't teach us much else beyond our duties to Irana."

"Not to worry. That's enough for me to let you stay with me as long as you want," Vin said. "You know how to read, so I can teach you to double check the ledgers for me. If you think of anything else, you're welcome to let me know, of course."

"I can. But I'm not sure you want to know."

Vin was lost for a moment, then it clicked. "Oh, right, Irana. Look, I'm not going to ask you to sell yourself for trail bread and jerky, if that was the allusion, and I'm terribly sorry if it wasn't. Small magics and checking the ledgers is more than enough."

Cho relaxed slightly, though she hadn't seemed tense before. "All right. I don't mind, really - I actually enjoyed that part of my duties, and apparently I was fairly good at it, though the selection at the monastery was rather small. But they did tell me it isn't the same, the way it happens, outside. Anyway, I'm happy to do whatever I can to help. I really appreciate what you're doing for me."

Vin's thoughts were suddenly filled with lurid imaginations, remembered stories about what the Iranans got up to in those monasteries. She said duties like it was a religious obligation. "You're welcome," he managed to say. No, now was not the time to ask what exactly those duties were that she was so good at performing. Wholly inappropriate.

Except the images seemed a little too intense, and they weren't fading away the way that they should. Where normally it would be simple enough to banish such thoughts, now they lingered, refusing to be properly relegated to his subconscious. He found himself acutely aware of Cho's presence, how close she was sitting beside him on the relatively small bench of the cart, the vivid violet of her eyes only augmented by the eerie violet lighting, her aroma like lavender and vanilla - she said she liked making things smell nice.

"Something on your mind?" she asked, clearly picking up on his hesitation if not the cause for it.

He had to ask. He couldn't just leave it at what his overactive imagination produced, that wouldn't be healthy for either of them. Just let her explain the boring truth, like he'd talked about how dull the life of a traveling merchant actually was.

"I don't know if you're up for talking about this, but...well, I've only heard wild rumors about what those Iranan duties entail. I'd rather know the truth than make unfounded assumptions. He couldn't help but blush, glad for his fur to conceal it.

Cho giggled a little. "Oh!" she said. "Well, the truth is, we aren't having nonstop orgies or anything. In most ways we're like any other monastery. Lots of mundane chores and meditation.. It's just that Irana teaches that pleasure is good, you know? It's healthy, for the body and spirit. Sometimes we'd do things like have a really good feast, or listen to a concert by some of the priests. It's not all sex, it's just that's the part that people remember. And the novices, the ones who want to, are taught how to make people feel good in various ways. Some of them learn to cook, or dance, or paint, that sort of thing. For me...well, okay, sometimes it is sexual. That's what I learned to do."

As she spoke, he couldn't help but look at the curve of her face, the way her lips moved, and imagine how those lips might feel on him. When she implies that she studied sexual arts, well, the thoughts that rush through his mind at that are the kind of thing that makes him acutely aware of how rarely a traveling merchant gets to have close physical contact with anyone, let alone someone who smells so nice.

He nodded along to her explanation, relieved that things were as mundane as he'd expected...until the end. That prompted another swallow. "Are you sure you'll be okay out on the road like this. There's, um, not a lot of pleasures out on the road." He couldn't help himself, she was so close, she smelled so good, he had to continue speaking, had to finish the thought. "...And not a large selection for your particular devotionals."

"Oh, I'll be fine," she reassured him. "It's as much about taking pleasure where you find it as anything. Irana teaches us that a beggar can be happier than a king if she can appreciate what she has, even if it's just a crust of bread and the same lover as every other night. Like right now, I have food in my stomach and a friend beside me when I could still be hungry and alone. It's be awful ungrateful of me to ask for more."

The same lover every night. Vin took a moment to even find words, eventually opting for the direct approach. "Well, I'd...hate to squander the pleasure offered. If you ever want a partner for those devotionals, I'd be happy - no, I'd be more than happy to oblige."

Cho looked genuinely surprised. "Really?" she said. "I...don't know what to say. I know I was popular with the people at the monastery, but I always figured it was just because there was, well, a limited pool. You really want to...touch me?"

She sounded as though she really couldn't believe this, even though her body all but begged to be touched, from the gentle curve of her cheek to the smooth well of her breasts, the fullness of her hip to the long lines of her hips. In fact, Vin really couldn't think of what to say that would express the sheer degree to which she was underestimating her own attractiveness.

But he had to try. "You think it was just the limited selection...? Cho, if I may speak frankly, I crossed my legs three minutes ago and haven't uncrossed them since for a reason. If you don't mind us pulling over, I will demonstrate just how much I want to touch you," he said, doing his best to not just sweep her up at once.

"R-really?" Cho said. "That would be...I don't...why would you want to...." She looked as though she expected this to be some sort of cruel light.

The violet light seemed to flare a little brighter. Vin couldn't seem to form coherent sentences any more than Cho could. There was just too much to take in, too much of her to look at, to think about touching, tasting....

"Yes," he said, though he'd had something more eloquent planned. He leaned in, kissing her, the taste of her sweet and floral, as her tongue pushed against his precisely the right amount before yielding, allowing him to press into her mouth. He swung around to face her, standing over her a little awkwardly and pressing her back against the seat as he kept the kiss up.

The scent of night-blooming flowers seemed a little stronger, up close to her, as her hands went to the back of his head, gently stroking through his fur. She squirmed, clearly calculated to be just enough resistance to not have any real chance of pushing him away, while still letting him feel stronger than she was, more powerful. The taste of her, the scent, the naked hunger in those violet eyes, was intoxicating.

Vin felt like he was getting lost in her, and it felt less like a metaphor than it should have. He pushed back on her as she "resisted," the inherent upper body strength of his species helping to sell the fantasy. He let his broad, rough tongue slide into her muzzle, breathing heavily to fill his lungs with that sweet floral scent. As he did, he lowered himself gently onto her, letting her feel through his pants some reassurance of his interest.

She whimpered, but it was obviously a happy sound. One of her hands went to his shoulder, pushing back on him, but again, it seemed deliberately calculated to be just enough resistance to let him overpower her, without having a chance of actually stopping him, or even making him think she wanted to. His tongue in her mouth found the taste of her almost unnaturally good, sweet and complex and overpoweringly female.

As his erection, already quite hard despite the lack of direct stimulation, pressed in to her she whimpered again. Her hand went from pushing against his shoulder to sliding slowly down his chest, keeping up the pressure.

Vin met her eyes, hoping that his own managed to show even a portion of the raw intensity and hunger that hers did. Being wanted like that was incredibly arousing. That it was by a painfully attractive acolyte dedicated to sexual pleasure was so implausible that he had difficulty really processing it. When she pushed back on him, he responded more forcefully, pressing in and twisting his jaws to slide his tongue further into her mouth. It tasted heavenly. By now, he couldn't help rubbing his cock against her through their clothes as her hand slid slowly, deliberately down his torso.

Finally, it reached his pants, and she rubbed against his cock through the fabric, and the dexterity in those fingers is amazing. Even through the pants, she seemed to know just how to tease him to provoke the strongest response.

Then she pulled away, out of the kiss, and he saw her eyes again. The hunger in them, the sheer need, was even stronger now, so evident and so overpowering that he couldn't look away. Not even to look at her mouth (hanging open slightly and she was panting," her breasts (heaving with her breaths and he'd pushed her habit aside just a little to expose the dark fur of her chest), or her legs (spread open to let him in to reach her, and oh-so-tantalizingly hinting at what else they might let him reach).

Well, he had to be able to look away from those violet pools, or he wouldn't know all that. But it seemed like no matter how alluring the sight he pulled his gaze away to see, it always wound up right back on those hungry, blazing eyes.

"Your fur is so soft," Cho said. "I want to feel more of it."

"Ahh," he said. The hunger in her eyes made him so hard, so full of the need to satisfy her. The brief flickering glances at the rest of her only reinforced it. As she spoke, he nodded, not even aware of the motion, and said, "All of it, I want to feel you too." He hastily worked at freeing himself from his jacket and shirt, the moment where he had to break line of sight to pull it over his head almost painful. He thought he was working quickly, but by the time he could see again, Cho was already out of her habit and cloak entirely. She was clad in just violet lingerie that serves to enhance rather than hide the appeal of her three rows of moderately sized breasts, that hints at what lies between her legs with the eroticism of a striptease rather than baring it all at once. It's like she knew that he wanted to pull the last scraps of cloth off of her himself.

And he did want to, so he did, pulling it out of the way. He let out a quiet rumble of growling satisfaction as he did, even as she dragged her fingers through the fur of his chest, her nails teasing at his skin. "Oh," she sighed. "You're so soft. And so hard, I think." Her lips quirked as she said that last, the innocent-girl look fading into the sex-priestess one with that knowing smile.

"I'm glad you like it," Vin said, squeezing her breast firmly while his other hand ran along her more forcefully than her tender attentions on him. Her fur was silky-soft and immaculately groomed. "Mmmm." He rubbed against her one more time before reaching down to his pants, even though he fully expected her to beat him to it.

Cho smiled, and cooed, and as expected her hands were on him before he could even really start on his pants. She pushed his gently out of the way and undoes his fastenings with quick, expert motions, as though she couldn't wait a moment longer than necessary to see him. She pulled his pants and loincloth down, sliding them off his legs, and gazed at his erect shaft with obvious admiration. She didn't move to touch it, though, perhaps letting him continue the conceit that he is in control and she is "struggling" to stop him from having his way with her.

He took it easy to start with, lowering himself to rub against her stomach in long, slow motions while he "forced" her head back to kiss her again. His left hand, meanwhile, was making the same slow progression down her body that her hand had made down his earlier, pausing along the way to tease each of her nipples before sliding further down.

She continued to provide exactly the right amount of resistance as he pushed her into a kiss, moaning into him.She stroked his fur and felt his muscles, and he could feel her starting to get damp against him as he slowly teased his way down her body.

When his hand finally finished its path, he used his fingers to gently spread open her pussy, and carefully positioned himself using those fingers as reference points. It was clear from his caution that he was far from practiced at this. She whimpered as he spread her folds, but her legs were still spread wise, and her hand slid around to pull him in, helping him spear into her. She was surprisingly tight considering how much practice she must have had, and her hot, slick walls glung to him in a way that was absolutely delightful.

Even as he slid into her, her eyes continued to hold him captive in pools of amethyst fire, blazing with the heat of a dying star. The sheer need in those eyes was enough to leave him desperate for release already, desperate to fill her with what she craved.

Both of them were moaning gently by now as he began sliding into her, letting her guide him by the pressure of the leg she had hooked around him. He left his hand more or less where it was, rubbing at her while he thrust into her. He didn't have monastic training or anything of the sort, but he was doing his best to pleasure her in return.

She pulled him in, and stroked him, her fingers gliding through his fur, her tongue letting him into her mouth without any fight at all. If the conceit here was that he was overpowering her, then now even in the fiction she is too lust-stricken to put up that fight on more than the most cursory basis. Her other leg came up as well, resting both of them against his hips and helping him to thrust into her. He penetrated easily most of his length before starting to meet resistance as she was just a hair too tight to take the full length of his cock.

He rocked back and forth inside her, letting himself push just a little more against that resistance each time. It slowly faded, letting him in just a little further on each thrust. He was still meeting a little bit of resistance, though, a barrier, her inner walls just not quite allowing him to really go to town on her. Her caresses through his fur felt wonderful, and his tongue slipped further into her, lapping at the inside of her mouth. It all felt amazing, overpowering, but he wanted to go deeper, and he knew she could let him.

As his tongue licked her mouth, he found the taste growing stronger and stronger, overwhelming him with sweetness and something floral and intoxicating. The depths of her eyes seemed to be getting deeper, richer, more full of hunger and need and a sweet promise. She continued to moan and whimper under him, but he just felt that sense of incompleteness, as though there's something that just isn't quite as perfect as it could be. He wanted to bury his cock in her a little deeper, wanted to explore her mouth a little more fully.

He thrust harder, trying to chase that elusive perfection, kissing her deeply with a desperate passion, and throwing his gaze into her eyes in the hopes that this time they truly would swallow him up. But it wasn't enough, he needed something more. So he said so, pulling away just enough to gasp, "More," hoping that she would give him what he needed.

As he said it she gasped, throwing her head back. He felt a momentary sense of loss as both the kiss and her gaze were broken, and then she suddenly shifted under him. It happened seemingly instantly, between blinks, between heartbeats, between thoughts. On instant, there was a lovely but normal wolf girl under him. The next, Cho was six inches taller, taller than him now, and gaunt. Her arms were longer and ended in pronounced claws, as did her legs. Her eyes...well, those were much the same, but the violet tone was somehow even stronger, more intoxicating.

She surged up into him, overpowering him as easily as he was pretending to overpower her before, and bore him down to the floor of the cart. Her mouth was on his, muzzles locking together, and her tongue was long and sweet and in his mouth, writhing like a serpent. He was still buried in her, and now she was in control, riding him hard and fast. He was going deeper now, all the way to the base on every stroke, his whole shaft buried in her hot, wet embrace.

As the suddenly more powerful Cho tossed him to the ground, Vin gasped and moaned. She took absolute control, aggressively kissing him and driving herself down onto him. The sudden reversal was overwhelmingly arousing. He cast himself adrift in her eyes as he bucked, helpless to do anything but thrust up into her. Whatever strange incompleteness had been holding him back before was gone now, and he was coming for her, offering himself up to this strange being of ebony fur and violet eyes.

She didn't stop as he started coming, spurting inside her. She just kept moving, harder, faster, every thrust taking her all the way from his tip to his base and back. Each stroke seemed to fall harder than the one before, her tight pussy clinging to his cock, dragging along him. He felt an overwhelming pleasure mixed with urgency, the urge to fill her coupled with the need to bring her to her own release.

He didn't seem to be softening at all, and the orgasm just kept rolling, drawing forth more and more and more. It felt like it was draining him of something, or perhaps adding something else, but it just didn't seem important. Certainly not as vital as the waves of pleasure and hunger and raw, primal need rocking his being to the core. Her tongue in his mouth was still moving, writhing demandingly, spreading the sweet flavor of her through him.

He arched under her, trying to meet her thrusts with his own, though her strength and position made it impossible for him to equal her efforts. More and more she drew from him, and still he bucked and thrust as hard as he could, trying to satisfy her seemingly insatiable lust.

Finally, she pulled her mouth free and started panting, breath hot and sweet against his face, her thrusts speeding up a little and then slowing down. She took him in long, slow strokes, grinding against him each time she reached the base of his cock, using him like a living sex toy. Contractions passed along him in rhythmic waves, and then her cum splattered his hips alongside his own, infinitely better-smelling. She shuddered and spasmed, grinding against him.

He moaned, rubbing at her steadily to the pace her contractions had set. He pressed his mouth hard to hers, trying to run his tongue further in, stroking her own with his. He kept thrusting, exulting in the way she squeezed him, trying to work with the pulsing pressure. His free hand gripped tight around her back, pulling him against her.

She continued to pant, whimper, and moan as he thrust into her, rubbed her, and generally did everything in his power to make her a very happy...whatever she was. The purple light was brighter, but it wasn't hurting his eyes the same way anymore. It felt almost...welcome. He thrust up into her, spraying her insides, until finally his surprisingly deep well is tapped and he stops coming. She does at much the same time, panting for breath. After a few moments, she revived enough to lick at his face, making happy canine noises.

As she finally came, Vin felt a rush of pleasure and triumph unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Every bit of him was singing ecstatically, the afterglow flooding his body with contentment. He sighed contentedly, accepting the licks with murmurs of pleasure and reaching up to scratch behind her ears.

She continued to lick him, visibly pleased by his claws scratching gently at her skin. "Thank Irana you came for me," she said. "And thank ----------." He got the impression she said an actual name, but he couldn't say what it was. It's like his brain was a wagon that hit a rut as she spoke, and the only memory he has is something a little like the violet light was before - something that was too much too for him to process.

He would have been hard pressed not to come for her, but he wasn't going to spoil the moment with a terrible joke. "Mmm...are you convinced I want to touch you?" he asked languidly, continuing to lazily scratch behind her ears.

She giggled. "I think you convinced me," she said happily.

Vin gave her a serious look. "Because, if you weren't sure, i can try convincing you again - " For a moment, desire warred with realism. " -tomorrow," he finished, favoring realism.

"I suppose my confidence might always lapse again," she joked. "You might need to keep convincing me for a long, long time...."

"I will endeavor to convince you as often as possible," he said, and ran one hand down her rows of breasts. "With occasional reminders, too."

Cho smiled and rubbed her cheek forcefully against his forehead, several times. Then her violet eyes drifted closed, and she settled in on top of him, seemingly about to doze off.

Weighing trying to get them both dressed, Vin gave up and turned the horse aside to the nearest rough opening through the trees to give them a bit of cover. He pulled out a blanket to cover them, in case somebody did poke around, and figured they could stop for an afternoon nap.

The last thing he saw before his eyes drifted closed was that violet radiance, emanating from nowhere though the light Cho conjured had vanished when she fell asleep.
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