The Eye Of Aphisis

Meanwhile, Corbus was hard pressed. He was a fine swordsman, but his opponent was a virtual wizard with the blade. Though the guard's shirtsleeve was torn where Corbus' blade had once licked through it, the thief bled from a half dozen small cuts. While none of the blows which had landed had as yet been serious, his opponent was getting the better of him as they played out their deadly duel.

There was a time to fight fair and a time to ignore the rules of sportsmanship. This was one of the latter.

Selane leapt forward and skewered Corbus' opponent in the back.

The human thief rested for a moment, leaning against the wall, as he sucked the air into his lungs in great, shuddering gasps, while Selane withdrew her sword from his dead opponent, cleaning her blade on his tunic before sheathing it. Her green eyes shining with excitement, she grinned at her partner, before motioning impatiently at the door.

Corbus nodded. Pushing himself away from the wall, he sheathed his rapier. They moved in front of the massive oak door. Corbus slowly pushed it open while Selane stood rapt at attention by his side, all of her senses alert for life on the other side of the door.

The door swung open, revealing the worship area of the temple of Aphisis. Torches ensconced along the paneled walls gave off a flickering light. Tapestries of the same explicit sexual nature as had lined the hallway upstairs were interspaced along the walls. A central aisle bifurcated two sets of pews, which ran several rows deep. At the head of the aisle, up a short incline, was an altar, resplendently covered with a crimson cloth laced with gold weave that shimmered like a thing alive in the light. Jeweled candle holders held burning tapers, their weak light adding to that of the torches. Various gem encrusted boxes rested on the altar, each of exquisite workmanship, each a treasure any thief would prize.

Behind the altar an enormous mosaic covered the wall from floor to ceiling, depicting the goddess of love in her natural glory. Through some trick of the light, Aphisis' image fairly burned like a brand, rising above the altar and looking out over those who would come to worship her, arms outstretched to welcome her suppliants. Though only an image of the goddess, the creator of the mosaic must have been possessed by divine inspiration, as Aphisis seemed ready to glide out from the wall and move through her temple, mingling with her worshippers. Merely looking at the image caused one's heart to ache with desire, filling the soul with a longing to run fingers through her fine blond tresses, to caress her soft, supple body and ride it to the peaks of passion. The goddess was exquisite, she was perfection and beauty incarnate. No mere human means could have depicted Aphisis thus; the artisan who had created the work had utilized the arcane arts in crafting his masterpiece in order to provide all of those who gazed upon it a glimpse into the divine.

On an ivory pedestal standing before the mosaic, cupped in fine silver filigree, rested an item rivaling and indeed surpassing the artwork's beauty--the Eye of Aphisis!

The Eye was the size of a large man's fist, its color the color of rubies in the same way that the sun is the color of candlelight. It fairly pulsed with supernatural life, absorbing the torchlight, twisting it and making it its own until it shone with an unnatural radiance. The gem's many facets sparkled and twinkled in its setting, its ruby luminance suffusing the room with its scarlet hue. The brilliant mosaic had been created by man. The Eye of Aphisis had been crafted by nature working in unknowable ways and compared to it, man's endeavors, however exquisite, seemed the work of children.

As Corbus and Selane observed the Eye of Aphisis, the breath caught in their throats. Here, here was a prize worth stealing, a prize whose theft would be told of with awe even as far off as the legendary Crystal City of Chandigarh! And it lay there, ripe for the taking! Observing no signs of life, the two thieves slipped into the room. The door they had entered by was a side door; the main door, leading outside, lay down the central aisle opposite the altar.

They padded stealthily down a side aisle towards their target, the black-spotted Fe-Larn slightly in the lead, feral senses alert for anything amiss. As they neared the altar, at first Selane thought her eyes were deceiving her. She stopped, cocked her head. Corbus halted behind her, uncertain as to what made her hesitate.

There! It wasn't merely her imagination. The Eye of Aphisis was pulsing with an inner light! Red shafts of light began to pulsate, emanating from the gem. At first indistinct, barely perceptible, the throbbing light quickly became more distinct until it was readily apparent, even to Corbus.

"I don't have a good feeling about this..." he began to say before his words trailed off. Strange thoughts had begun to assail him, seeking dominance within him. In front of him, he saw the lithe form of his partner stiffen, tensing as she too realized that something was dreadfully amiss.

Though he had, in the past, entertained occasional sexual thoughts of Selane, Corbus had never acted on them. They were friends, not lovers, and what each did on their own time, when not engaged in their mutual felonious endeavors, was each party's own concern. Corbus had no desire--no serious desire, at any rate--to inject sex into their relationship and possibly screw up the best professional association he'd ever had. Warm bedfellows were easy to find, far easier than a good business partner, and so Corbus had tumbled whatever buxom wench caught his fancy and steered clear of expressing any half-formed desire to bed Selane. For her part, the Fe-Larn had never indicated any romantic interest in Corbus and took great delight in teasing him about the various doxies he seemed to accumulate. Though she took occasional lovers, she was generally more discreet in her affairs than Corbus.

Now, however, Corbus gasped aloud with his longing for Selane. His desire for her was so great he felt his heart must break, exploding into a thousand sharp red shards and bringing him a death of exquisite agony. The shaking thief nearly fell to his knees as he was assailed by sensations of lust rolling over him as a white-capped wave crashes thunderously against the craggy shore at high tide. Her whiskered face with those mysterious slit green eyes, her soft golden fur, enticingly patterned with black spots, her cute little tail which flicked back and forth mischievously, her firm breasts, never bared to his gaze but doubtless topped with the most perfect of nipples--Corbus felt his longing for Selane as he had never felt anything before in his life. The Eye of Aphisis was a bauble, a mere trinket of no consequence, unworthy of any thought when the divine Selane stood before him! Even Aphisis herself would appear as nothing more than a cheap whore if displayed next to Selane's radiance!

All thought of theft driven from his feverish brain, Corbus stumbled forward, arms outstretched, inflamed with passion for his catlike companion. Before he could reach her, Selane pivoted, snarling, though not in warning. Her soft cry was unlike anything Corbus had ever heard before, a mewling that seemed to express a great ache, a black void bereft of illumination, that must be filled. Madness glittered in her green eyes, shining in the throbbing ruby light cast by the priceless gem. Her nubile body trembled from her whiskers to her feet, as if the pent up energies of the cosmos were coursing through her lithe frame questing vainly for release.

Selane burned. Her loins were on fire, boiling blood pulsed through her veins, engorging her reddened nipples, swelling her labial lips. Her cunt was a molten furnace, slick and fiery. The musk of her arousal rose from her in a fragrant wave. She wanted Corbus, wanted to pleasure him and have him take her until she howled with release, as she had never wanted anything before in her life.

She sprang at Corbus, knocking him to the ground. The two thieves rolled around on the temple floor, grappling, frantic with desire. Corbus' fingers, suddenly clumsy, clutched at Selane's clothes, loosening them, trying to remove the obstacle they posed. He ripped the flimsy cloth which covered her chest, exposing her erect nipples, smooth though set in golden furred breasts, to his excited gaze. His hands reached up, cupping her twin mounds, feeling the jutting peaks burning into his palms. He stroked her perky breasts, reveling in the texture, before beginning to tweak her turgid nipples with his fingers, pulling on the elongated morsels. Waves of pleasure crashed through the Fe-Larn as the nimble thief caressed her golden tits, played with their blood red, hardened tips.

Selane's own fingers, impatient with the slow pace with which they were unbuttoning Corbus' outfit, slashed at him, ripping with knife-edged claws, shearing the clothes from his body. Freed from its confines, Corbus' member sprang proudly erect. Her fingers reached down between their bodies, found his cock, stroked it, rubbing her soft fur all against him. Corbus groaned with delight as he felt his throbbing shaft sliding along downy fur, Selane's little hand moving up and down his length in a knowing rhythm.

Selane could wait no longer. She needed to slake her thirst with the only elixir that would suffice. Pushing the larger thief onto his back, she slid down his body, divesting him of the remainder of his clothing. Corbus lay naked on the floor of the temple, his smooth white flesh a striking contrast to the golden, black-spotted fur of his ravisher. Moaning deliriously, he involuntarily clenched his hands as Selane's mouth closed over his penis, swallowing the erect organ into her wet mouth. Her tongue, rough like fine, wet sandpaper, scoured over his cock, licking it from his balls to its helmeted head, flicking a drop of pre-cum from his slit. Selane savored the taste as she laved his cock, purring with satisfaction. The sensation of feeling Selane's long wet tongue lapping at his jutting shaft, feeling the playful love nips from her sharp little teeth and the tiny vibrations as she purred, was incredible. Corbus' senses fairly swam, head spinning in delight.

As she bobbed her head up and down, sucking on his cock, Selane's furry length was pressed up against his inner thighs. One hand played with his balls, running the back of her furred hand along his sack, golden fur entwining with his kinky black hair. Selane could feel his balls tightening as she blew him, gathering the spunk that would soon be shooting into her active mouth. Corbus kept moaning her name, his hands stroking her head, running his fingers through her lush fur as she paid homage to his manhood with her wet, rough tongue.

Although part of her desire was being attended to as she pleasured Corbus with her lips and tongue, Selane ached to be touched in her most intimate places, longed to feel Corbus stroke her steaming sex. Reaching down with one hand, Selane tore the covering from her waist. Now nude, she swung around, her mouth spinning in a half circle on Corbus' dick, until his face was laying between her muscular thighs.

Corbus stared, entranced, at Selane's flower. Her golden fur continued up until nearly the beginning of her lower lips, but her sex was bald and devoid of fur. Her reddened love lips were prominent, engorged with desire, slick from the fluids leaking from her pink, sopping hole. At the apex of her slit, Selane's pronounced clitoris announced her desire with its erect state, beckoning Corbus forward.

The scent of an aroused Fe-Larn was one of the most potent aphrodisiacs known to the Twelve Races. Inhaling her delightful musk, Corbus' lust soared even higher until he was nearly drunk on her aroma. He gave a strangled cry. Grasping her taut ass, Corbus pressed his lips against Selane's cunt, frantic to taste her flowing honey.

Selane fairly meowed in ecstasy feeling Corbus' wet tongue probing along her pussy. He slid it between the fleshy lips, feasting on her nectar. The wet appendage plunged in and out of her steaming hole, causing muffled squeals as Selane bobbed even more vigorously on Corbus' hard cock. Her copious love juices, as heavenly as ambrosia, wet his face as he slurped them down eagerly, jabbing his tongue into her moistness in an eager rhythm. His fingers shifted on her asscheeks, reaching down to grasp Selane's slick petals and pull them apart even farther, granting his tongue deeper access to her steaming twat. Above him, her tail flicked back and forth rapidly with her growing excitement.

The Fe-Larn's muscular thighs trembled, gripping Corbus' head in a furry embrace, as he feasted on her womanhood. Her breath came quicker and quicker as she felt his fleshy tongue sliding in and out of her pussy, probing her innermost places. slithering all along her lower lips.

Lifting her head off of his jutting prick for a moment, Selane purred, "Eat me, Corbus, eat my cunt! Oh yes, that feels so, so good! Oh...aaaiieee!"

Selane wailed her pleasure as Corbus' mouth moved along her slit and found her eager little clitoris, erect with anticipation. His tongue laved all around it, shooting sparks throughout the Fe-Larn's heaving body. Her mouth gobbled his length down once again and she suckled him like a catwoman possessed, contractions building in intensity throughout her muscular frame as he danced around her clit with his lips and tongue.

With an explosive cry, Selane came, grinding her ass back at Corbus' face, forcing his wonderful tongue to stay in active contact with her sensitive button. Her love juices flowed from her spasming cunt, nearly squirting out from the contractions wracking her body. Corbus lapped them down eagerly as he gripped her ass tightly in his hands, holding her against him, licking at her cunt as she came and came again against his mouth while her tail flailed against his head.

As she gushed her honey all over him, Corbus' cock suddenly pulsed deep inside Selane's mouth. Arching his hips off the floor to drive himself deeper into her, Corbus came, his moans both drowned out by Selane's wails in the throes of her own orgasm and muffled by her greedy snatch. Feeling his hot spunk spurt onto her tongue and down her throat, Selane slithered her long tongue all along his erect shaft, keeping his cock well inside her mouth. She eagerly swallowed his salty seed as it pumped into her, her nails caressing his balls, milking the cum out of him.

When she had swallowed the last of his frothy tribute, Selane slid her mouth off of his cock, licking around her lips with her agile tongue to clean any traces of his semen which had managed to leak out, purring with pleasure. Corbus lay back sweating on the temple floor, his skin highly sensitized after his orgasm. Feeling Selane laying on top of him, her fur caressing his flesh, he felt more aroused than ever. He began to run his hands through her luxurious fur, grinding his body against hers. Rather than temporarily reducing his passion, his climax had strengthened it. His shaft remained erect, eager to resume active participation in love play. His mind was filled exclusively with thoughts of possessing Selane, of stabbing his cock into her, over and over and over again.

Above him, Selane was aflame with desire. Her aching cunt needed to be filled, she needed to feel male hardness sliding into her. With a mew of half frustration, half anticipation, she swiveled on his body, bringing her face near to his. One of her hands reached back and grasped his meaty tool. Positioning it between her thighs, she thrust back. The head of his shaft slid between her engorged labial lips, piercing her body. As she pushed her ass back, Corbus' cock slipped smoothly into Selane's overheated cunt, which was fairly dripping with her juices.

As his length was swallowed up inside her hungry snatch, Corbus gasped, feeling himself sliding into the velvety oven. The body temperature of the Fe-Larn was slightly higher than that of humans, and that of a female Fe-Larn rose during sex. The sensation was incredible, different than anything Corbus had ever felt before. His dick was enveloped in a sopping satiny sheath, sliding into a hot liquid pool, sending jabs of pleasure throughout his entire frame.

Without thought, his hands grasped her furred thighs, pushing her down further onto his prick while he pushed up from the floor, driving his shaft as deeply into her steaming core as he could. Mindless grunts issued from between his lips as Selane rode him, pulling herself most of the way off his cock before dropping back down on him.

"Oh yes, Selane," he moaned, inhaling the musk of her sex while she plunged herself up and down on his jutting organ. "Fuck me, fuck me...unggghhhh!"

On top of him, Selane was squealing and purring in ecstasy as she fucked herself on Corbus' hard cock. Sitting upright astride him, her muscular thighs rose and fell rapidly, impaling her needy pussy on his ironhard length. With each downstroke she slammed her clit against his groin, shooting waves of pleasure throughout her body. Her fingers stroked her breasts, pinching the erect nipples, pulling them, stretching them taut as she made Corbus' dick service her needs. Slight tremors continually wracked her body as she felt her cunt sliding up and down on his cock, burying it deep inside her steaming twat.

Suddenly Selane lifted herself off of Corbus. With a forlorn cry of despair, he clutched at her but she eluded him, dropping to all fours in front of him, presenting her asscheeks to his view, tail twitching above them. Looking over her shoulder, she gazed into his eyes, lust written across her face.

"Do me from behind, Corbus!" she commanded. "Fuck me, fuck me like a little slut!"

For emphasis, she waved her ass back at him. Her slit gaped open, oozing her juices down her thighs, matting the fur. Corbus scrambled wildly to his knees, stumbled frantically to her. Grabbing her butt, Corbus stabbed forward with his cock, slamming it hard into Selane's heated core.

"Yes, YES! That's it, lover!" Selane cried, mewling with ecstasy. "Fuck me, FUCK ME...AAIEEEE!"

Corbus pumped his cock into her steaming cunt like a man possessed. He looked down, fascinated, as he watched himself fucking the young Fe-Larn. Each time he partially withdrew, her engorged petals clung to his wet cock, slick with her juices. Her lower lips grasped his shaft, unwilling to let the welcome intruder leave. With each thrust forward he disappeared into her sopping grotto, slamming into her, burying himself into her molten core to his balls, which slapped against her slit and clit, forcing mindless cries of pleasure from Selane. His stomach pounded against her taut asscheeks, cushioning each drive forward, while in front of him, Selane's furry tail flicked wildly back and forth, dancing before him, caressing his face as he fucked her honeyed quim.

The scent of sex filled the temple of the goddess of love, while Corbus' grunts mingled with Selane's moans and purring, crafting a paean to Aphisis.

Corbus could take it no more. Throwing back his head, he screamed to the rafters as he slammed his cock into the velvet sheath, feeling the cum boiling from his balls and exploding like a geyser into Selane's heated cunt. He grabbed her slender waist and slammed her back onto his throbbing cock. His orgasm seemed to rise out of him as if driven by the winds of a typhoon, deeper and more intense than he would have believed possible. He felt he must blow Selane forward with the force of his ejaculation as he spurted into her again and again, delirious from the pleasure caused by her sugary walls clenching his spasming cock, milking every last drop of cum from his balls. Sweat poured down his body as he frantically stabbed himself into her core over and over, each thrust jetting more sperm deep into her steaming twat.