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THE EYE OF APHISIS
by
A Pulp Fan (aka Mr. "E")
This story contains: MF, fant/S&S, furry.
NOTE:
I wrote this story to enter it in a story contest
in "Lust So Stories," an webzine devoted primarily
to erotic fiction, particularly SF and fantasy.
The story has nothing to do with the pulps. At
the time, I had planned on using the name "A Pulp
Fan" for my pulp stories and a different name for
my other writings, so came up the the name "Mr.
E". I've since decided to let that go by the
wayside, so am posting it under my usual screen
name. And if you've never visited "Lust So
Stories," go check it out! It's at
http://spellbinder.bc.ca/lss/lsidx.htm.
This story contains explicit matter of a sexual
nature and if you are under legal age in your
jurisdiction, stop reading this and go off and
read a Conan novel or something!
This story is copyright 1998 by A Pulp Fan.
Permission is given to repost it, or to put it on
free websites, but please don't alter the text.
* * * * *
Corbus had heard it said that you could lead
a horse to water but you couldn't make it drink.
The same could not be said, he reflected wryly, of
cats, as he observed his companion quaffing her
third mug in little more than ten minutes. Of
course, to be fair to the horse, it had to be
admitted that what his companion was drinking was
not simply water. Nor, in all honesty, was she a
cat.
Selane observed Corbus staring at her and
looked up, an inquisitive expression in her feline
eyes, foam dotting her whiskers and chin fur.
"What are you thinking about?" she inquired,
licking around her lips with a dainty tongue.
"Ah, nothing, Selane, nothing," stammered
Corbus, as he directed his attention to his own
beaker. His first, it was still nearly half full.
"Well see, there's your problem," she
replied, taking another swig from her mug. "Here
you are, the second greatest thief in all
Kubladesh, about to embark on an exploit which
will make you famous from the shores of Hadriak to
the peaks of Calustius, and you're thinking of
nothing. While I, on the other hand, have been
thinking of little else but our soon-to-be famous
heist. Of course, that may be due to the fact
that I am _the_ greatest thief in all Kubladesh,"
she added, somewhat immodestly Corbus felt. He
preferred to think of himself and his partner as
the two greatest thieves in Kubladesh--leave it to
posterity to sort out who was better.
His musings were interrupted as his companion
continued, her long tail swatting at an annoying
insect. "In fact, seems to me that I've been
doing so much of the thinking, I ought to be
receiving the--shall we say, lion's share?-- of
the profits of this one!" Selane smiled, pleased
at her little joke, baring her sharp fangs just a
little bit.
Though his companion was lovely, Corbus
always found it a bit disconcerting when she
smiled that way. Not that he actually thought
she'd ever try to hurt him--they had been through
too much together, each saving the other's lives
on more than one occasion. However, it was a good
thing that Selane could hold her liquor, as he
wouldn't want to face her if she was drunk and
angry with him for some reason. The Fe-Larn were
a beautiful and graceful race, with both their
males and females universally acclaimed as being
among the most handsome of the many sentient
species that inhabited the lands around the Inner
Sea. They were in high demand as concubines,
though few took them against their will, as
lurking beneath their soft fur were muscles of
steel. Their outward beauty masked the fact that
beating beneath their breasts, there pulsed the
heart of a hunting cat, swift and deadly when they
desired, fond of toying with their prey when it
was cornered. Seeing her fangs bared, even though
in jest, always made Corbus glad that he was not
Selane's prey. Though he was an accomplished
swordsman, he had seen her in action more than
once, and he had little desire to test his skill
against hers.
"I'm afraid that's quite impossible," he
laughed. "A deal's a deal. Besides, on all the
hauls where I was the mastermind, I don't recall
you offering to cut me a larger slice of the pie!"
The Fe-Larn laughed with him. "Maybe if you
ever were the mastermind, I would!" she retorted.
"That's all right though. With this one, we both
make our fortune!" Tossing down the last of her
ale, her green, slitted eyes glittered with
excitement. At least Corbus hoped it was
excitement, though he had known Selane long enough
to know that it would take much more than the few
drinks she'd had to even begin to get her
inebriated. The thought of the theft they had
planned, the danger they could face--these were
the things that Selane got drunk on.
And who could blame her? For after tonight,
the Eye of Aphisis would be theirs!
Around them, the noisy tavern bustled with
activity. Busy serving wenches, their bodices cut
low and revealing hints of the treasures beneath,
moved to and fro carrying trays of food and drink,
squealing as a stray hand reached out to pinch
their behinds or to pull them onto their owner's
lap. Cloaked figures put cowled heads together,
shady deals were cut in the smoky air. Boisterous
drunks roared out their laughter, occasionally
pitching down on the wooden floor in a stupor. In
short, it was a night like any other night, at any
one of the inns of Kubladesh, crown jewel of
Shahdara.
But although secrets were bought and sold at
the Scarlet Raptor almost as swiftly as the tavern
sold refreshments, it seemed that no man-nay, no
being of any of the Twelve Races--had any inkling
that the two thieves seated at a corner table
planned that very night to deprive the temple of
the goddess of love of that most lustrous of gems
men called the Eye of Aphisis.
If they had known of their intent, most would
have likely spat and called them mad. The allure
of the Eye had drawn more than one thief, secure
in his or her knowledge and skills. Legends
claimed that he who held the Eye of Aphisis held
the power to sway men's minds, to charm them into
doing anything they desired. It was well known
among the shadier denizens of Shahdara that many
thieves had entered the temple of Aphisis in
search of her sparkling prize. It was equally
well known that none had ever emerged or been seen
again. How they had been ensnared remained a
mystery, known only, perhaps, to the goddess
herself and her most trusted priests.
While Selane and Corbus were, of course,
familiar with the tales of the failed efforts of
their predecessors, they were also, of course, the
two greatest thieves in Kubladesh. Where lesser
mortals had failed, they would succeed. Or so
they believed...
As they sat at the table, once more going
over their plan in hushed whispers, a hand fell on
the shoulder of Selane. "Hey there, little lady,
lookin' for a little fun?" came a drunken voice
behind her.
With a snarl, she rose from her chair,
whirled to see who had addressed her. Though
standing a few inches below six feet, her lithe
frame was slender but solid. Her attire,
consisting of some dark cloth wrapped around her
waist and chest, did little to hide the rippling
muscles playing beneath her spotted fur or the
fullness of her breasts. The Fe-Larn disliked
wearing clothes, though did so when frequenting
areas populated mainly by humans. Since the sight
of a naked Fe-Larn, whether male or female, had a
predictable effect on humans, they had become
accustomed to wearing them. A short sword hung in
its leather scabbard at her side, swaying with her
movement.
"I think you'd better leave..." Corbus
started but was cut off by Selane.
"I know you'd better leave!" Selane
corrected, fairly spitting at the man who had
accosted her. Clad in a silken shirt, with tanned
trousers and a rapier hanging from his side, her
admirer towered over her.
"Aw, come on, love. I bet you know some
great tricks with that tail! How's about you and
me go somewhere and you can show me a few?" he
leered, reaching towards her again. That action
proved he was either extremely drunk or extremely
stupid. Few people who weren't either messed with
a Fe-Larn when they weren't in the mood.
Corbus bolted upright. "No claws!" he cried.
Here they were, on the eve of their greatest
theft. It would be just like Selane to do
something that would bring the watch down on them,
like slicing this drunkard up with her claws.
>From his dress, though intoxicated, he seemed a
man of some means.
Corbus had no need to worry. Both Selane's
claws and sword remained sheathed. She
pirouetted. One black spotted leg lifted off the
floor, a slim foot smashed into the drunk's head.
With a strangled cry he spun and fell backwards,
crashing against a table before hitting the floor.
Though he still breathed, he didn't stir.
When Selane made no further move towards him,
the tavern, which had been momentarily silent as
the patrons watched the scene unfold before them,
resumed its low roar.
Corbus, still standing, quickly finished his
drink. "Well, I think it's best we're off. The
moons are down and we've wasted enough time here."
Tossing a few coins on the table, he and
Selane made their way to the door. "Thanks for
not killing that guy," he told her, half serious,
half in jest.
"No problem," she replied as they walked out
onto the street. "Let's do it."
Turning their steps towards the temple of
Aphisis, the pair moved swiftly down the cobbled
street. The darkness caused by the momentary
absence of the Three Sisters in the sky was broken
only by the light of an occasional flickering
streetlight and the stars. Most folks were
already in bed or, if not, taking up space in an
inn somewhere, leaving the streets chiefly
deserted.
Intent on what lay before them, neither of
them noticed that a cloaked figure had risen from
its seat at the Scarlet Raptor as they left and
had begun to trail them, staying far back in the
shadows. Though the hearing of the Fe-Larn was
legendary, Selane gave no indication (nor did
Corbus, for that matter) that she was aware the
duo was being followed.
* * * * *
"Took you long enough," grumbled Corbus
softly. Though she knew he was joking, Selane
scowled at him.
The two thieves stood in a darkened attic in
the uppermost reaches of the temple of Aphisis.
Like many of their feline cousins, the Fe-Larn
were excellent climbers. Reaching the temple
unnoticed, the pair had gone around back. There
Selane had commenced to scale the wall, climbing
upwards on the stone face towards a window high
overlooking the city. The climb had been a slow
and arduous one, for the stone wall offered little
purchase. Indeed, it was likely that none but one
of the Fe-Larn could have scaled its face. Down
below, Corbus had kept an anxious watch, but they
had chosen their time well. No one had wandered
near where they were working.
Reaching the window, Selane had quickly begun
chipping at the mortar surrounding the bars of the
window. This had been a regular task of hers for
over the last month, as each night she chipped
more and more of the mortar away, loosening the
bars, filling the depression with a putty-like
substance as she left each night in order to fool
any eye that might glance out the window and gaze
out over the towers and turrets of Kubladesh.
Tonight her weeks of hard work had finally
paid off. Straining her muscles, she had wrenched
the loose bars from their casings, creating a hole
big enough to admit both her and Corbus. Entering
the attic, she had dropped a rope down to her
partner, who had quickly shimmied up it.
"So far, so good," muttered Corbus as he
looked around, waiting for Selane to catch her
breath. The attic was cluttered with oddly shaped
boxes and furniture, much of which took on an
eerie, otherworldly appearance in the dim light.
"Lead on."
Her slitted eyes well adapted to dim light
conditions, Selane padded soundlessly across the
attic floor, Corbus following close behind.
Opening the door, they emerged onto a landing, at
the top of a staircase spiraling down. Set in
niches every so often along the roughhewn walls,
blazing torches gave off a flickering light,
creating monstrous shadows that danced and swayed
on the curved stone walls of the staircase.
The two thieves crept slowly, silently down
the stairs. As they came to other floors, they
continued their descent. The Eye of Aphisis was
located on ground level, in the main worship hall,
over a hundred feet below where they had made
their entrance.
As they drew nearer to their target, the
stone staircase came to an end on the floor above
the ground floor. Slowly the pair crept down a
long hall, exquisite tapestries covering the
paneled walls, their footsteps silent in the
night. Corbus and Selane glanced at the scenes
portrayed on the tapestries and sighed, knowing
that they were passing by a fortune. Each
depicted Aphisis, nude in resplendent glory, her
twin breasts firm and uplifted, crowned by
elongated cherry-red nipples, her blond thatch
soft and curly, hinting at the warm treasures to
be found between her silken thighs, her long legs
slender and seemingly begging to be wrapped around
a lover. Her worshipers--mostly human, but there
were representatives of each of the Twelve Races--
cavorted around her, engaging in various physical
expressions of love. One tapestry depicted a
young woman in the throes of passion, pleasuring
one man with her mouth while another thrust his
cock into her pussy from behind. In another four
nymphs lay in a daisy chain, their pursed lips
pressed against their delicious slits, bringing
each other to ecstasy with their mouths and
tongues. In yet a third a man lay on his back
while his lover slowly lowered herself onto him,
impaling her asshole on his stiffened prick as it
disappeared between her rounded asscheeks. Each
tapestry depicted a different combination of
participants and activities, illustrating the
varied and diverse ways that Aphisis brought joy
to the world.
However, while Corbus and Selane knew that
the tapestries were each worth a small fortune,
they also knew that the real fortune lay further
ahead. And so they passed them by, stealing
unwitting glances at them as they slunk ahead,
becoming slightly aroused as they observed the
erotic tableaus brought to stunning life by the
exquisite workmanship of Aphisis' artisans.
Corbus couldn't help but stare at Selane padding
down the hall before him, her black-spotted fur
shimmering with her tread, supple tail flicking
alertly behind her as if it had eyes. Though
their relationship had always been a professional
one, his throat grew dry as his thoughts, inspired
by the carnal scenes on the tapestries, grew very
unprofessional indeed.
Suddenly Selane stopped. Behind her, Corbus
followed suit. Ahead was a balcony, overlooking
the ground floor. Sneaking over to the railing,
they cautiously peeked over and looked down below.
Fifteen or so feet below them lay the marble
floor of the entryway to the temple, from which
rose a great oaken door. The two thieves knew
that behind this massive door lay the chief
worship area of Aphisis--the location of the
mystical Eye. Standing at guard in front of this
barrier stood four guardsman, dressed in chainmail
hauberks, armed with scimitars. They seemed to be
statues as they stood there, motionless, the
flickering torchlight reflecting off their stern
expressions.
From a small pouch he wore at his waist,
Corbus retrieved a stoppered vial. Inside could
be seen a bluish green powder, which seemed to
glow eerily in the shadows. It was on this
strange powder that Corbus and Selane had based
the crucial element of their plan. It had not
been easy to obtain--indeed, the tale of it was
one worth telling, involving as it did a theft
from a mage of no little reputation. While Selane
had kept the wizard occupied with her toothsome
figure, plying her erotic arts on the sorcerer and
turning his thoughts, however briefly, from the
realms of magic to the realms of the flesh, Corbus
had carefully plundered the wizard's workshop.
The mage, his hardened prick buried deeply in
Selane's steaming pussy as she rode him, bouncing
up and down on her muscular thighs, soft golden
fur gleaming, her tail twitching bewitchingly
behind her, had been unaware of Selane's partner
in crime invading his laboratory and carefully
extracting a small quantity of a certain powder
whose properties the wizard had been unwise enough
to reveal to his potential paramour. Selane
considered the powder well paid for, as she had
coaxed several exquisite climaxes from the body of
their victim, while she herself had scaled the
heights of ecstasy more than once as well,
impaling herself on his rigid shaft, slickly
coated with her love juices. When she left the
mage, exhausted, the following morning, the wizard
reflected that the famed sexual prowess of the Fe-
Larn was no myth. And, having confined himself to
taking but a small quantity of this powder and
disturbing no other object, Corbus' theft remained
undetected.
Corbus now unstoppered the vial and poured
the glittering dust onto his palm. Pursing his
lips, he blew the powder into the air, scattering
it further with his hand as he tossed it above the
heads of the guards. The eerie dust sparkled for
a moment in the entryway, glowing in the
fluttering light, before diffusing enough so as to
be well nigh invisible. Corbus and Selane held
their breath as the dust settled down upon the
guards and the area in which they stood watch, but
by neither word nor deed did the sentries give any
indication that they had noticed that aught was
amiss.
Exchanging a glance, the two greatest thieves
in Kubladesh slowly withdrew their weapons, hers a
shortsword, his a rapier. Nodding at each other,
they gathered themselves and leaped over the
balcony!
Both thieves had judged the distances
perfectly. They each came crashing down atop a
guard, sending them sprawling to the floor.
Corbus and Selane rolled with their falls and
sprang to their feet. The two sentries they had
landed on, however, were not so fortunate, as
their heads had come into swift contact with the
marble floor and bounced off it. Only their
helmets, absorbing much of the blow, saved them
from serious injury or death. As it was, they lay
senseless where they had fallen.
For the first time, the other two guards gave
signs that they were alive, as looks of shock
spread across their previously impassive faces.
Their surprise was due not only to the sudden
appearance of the man and Fe-Larn who know stood,
armed, before them, but from the fact that the
whole initial attack had proceeded in total
silence! There had been absolutely no noise as
the two hurtling bodies smashed into the other two
watchmen, just as there had been no sound as their
armored bodies crashed to the floor. The air
should have been filled with the harsh symphony of
metal striking marble, but instead it was quiet as
a tomb.
Though they had received a rude surprise,
both guard's reflexes were honed and automatic.
Their blades came literally flying out of their
sheaths as they shouted for help. Once again,
however, silence reigned supreme. Although their
mouths opened, no sound emerged, as if they had
suddenly been stricken mute. If Corbus and Selane
had been in the mood for a good laugh, they could
easily have had one looking at the expressions of
confusion flitting across the guards' faces.
If they had felt inclined, the pair of
intruders could have provided the explanation for
the supernatural quiet that enveloped the
entryway. The secret lay in the dust that Corbus
had sprinkled into the room, a magical powder
which, for a short period of time, absorbed and
deadened all sound around it. A full orchestra
could be playing in that room, but while the dust
maintained its potency, the audience might as well
be deaf for all the music they would hear.
This was no time for laughter or
explanations, however. Corbus and Selane launched
their assaults.
A snarl on her feline face, sharp teeth
bared, Selane hurled herself at the larger of
their two opponents. Her blade licked out, to be
met by that of the guard. In eerie silence she
pressed her attack. There came no sound of
clanging blades, of shuffling feet, of heavy
breath. Instead they danced to a music which only
they could hear, a dance of death as their swords
wove curtains of steel before them.
Her opponent was no mean swordsman. Parrying
one of her thrusts, his glittering blade flickered
out, slicing in at her head. Only her Fe-Larn
reflexes saved her as she barely managed to dodge
the blow. Sweating from their exertions, they
shuffled back and forth across the floor, first
one, then the other, on the attack. Finally
though, Selane got the opening she sought. Blades
locked, the two foes stood near each other, each
straining to force the other back. Selane's other
hand flashed forward, razor-sharp retractable
claws extended, slashing at the guard's face. Her
blow laid it open, crimson blood pouring from the
wound. The pain broke the guard's concentration
for just a moment. His attention diverted, he was
unprepared when Selane slid her blade off his and
whipped it back, plunging it through his throat.
With what would have been--under any other
circumstances--a gurgled cry, the guard sank to
his knees and collapsed on the floor, a red puddle
rapidly spreading across the cool marble.
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.
Feeling the ropy spunk coating her inner
walls, Selane crested. Her tail lashed Corbus'
head as she came hard on his dick, feeling it
plunge in and out of her overheated cavern,
frantic cries of ecstasy issuing unbidden from her
slack lips. Her spasming cunt walls gripped his
shaft, feeling it slide deep inside her, delirious
as he fucked her tight young body and made her
cum. She thrashed from side to side, forcing
herself deeper onto his cock, grinding her ass
back against his stomach, as she wailed, face
contorting with mindless lust as the contractions
pierced through her vibrant body. Exploding on
his erection, her honeypot bathed his cock with a
copious flow of her love juices, squirting out of
her cunt from around his plundering shaft and
pooling on the floor beneath them.
With a few final, weak thrusts, Corbus
slumped over on to the body of his partner. He
was unconscious before his head ever hit her back
and his body rolled off of her, slumping to the
floor, his cock slipping out of her cunt with a
soft sucking sound. Their mingled juices flowed
from Selane's gaping slit, the frothy mixture of
his pearly semen and her love juices pouring out
of her and soaking her thighs before dripping to
the temple floor. Selane no sooner felt Corbus
sliding out of her pussy then she, too, collapsed
in a heap, dead to the world around her. The two
thieves lay motionless on the floor, only the rise
and fall of their chests evidencing that they were
still alive.
From the doorway where they had entered, two
figures, garbed in crimson robes, observed the
still bodies. They had been standing there for
some time, watching Corbus and Selane as they
coupled.
"Aphisis claims yet another pair of would-be-
despoilers," remarked one of the priests as they
entered the temple.
"True," admitted the other. "But can you
think of a finer way to be captured, than to be
possessed by the spirit of the Goddess and, filled
with her presence, sate yourself with such an act
of pleasure until rendered unconscious?"
"You have a point, but if the manner of the
capture is pleasant in the extreme, I'd wager
these two would not think so highly of the next
stage of their treatment--if they were to awake in
time, that is, to feel the executioner's blade
taking their lives."
The two priests came to a halt twenty or so
feet away from the motionless figures. Inhaling
Selane's fragrant aroma, which filled this area of
the temple, one of them remarked, "Remind me to
pay a visit soon to the new Fe-Larn acolyte. I
had nearly forgotten how bewitching their honeyed
elixir is!"
For reply the other figure hushed for his
fellow to be silent. Complying, the two clerics
stood with heads bowed for a moment, hands clasped
in front of them. Lifting their faces to the
mosaic of Aphisis, incantations flowed from their
lips, while their hands described mystical arcs
and patterns before them. The temple air crackled
with magic as they wove their enchantment.
A moment later, their sorcery was finished.
The Eye of Aphisis, which had been flashing with a
red inner light since shortly after the two
thieves had entered the room, subsided.
"Well, let's haul these two away and then go
see that acolyte you mentioned!" enthused one of
the crimson-robed servants of Aphisis.
As they stepped forward, something--a noise,
a flicker in the torchlight, who could say?--
caused one of the priests to glance backwards.
What he saw made him gasp.
"What?" asked the other priest, turning to
look at his fellow--who suddenly was flying
through the air to land crashing down among the
pews. Standing next to where he had been was a
cloaked figure, whose blow had just sent the first
priest flying. Before the startled cleric could
react, the mysterious figure whirled on him,
grabbing his head and bringing it down hard upon a
knee rising from the ground. The cleric's skull
bounced off his opponent's kneecap with a loud
"thunk!" Released from the cloaked figure's grip,
the unfortunate priest tumbled senseless to the
floor.
Reaching into its cloak, the figure withdrew
some thin rope, with which she--for the movement
momentarily revealed the intruder's face as that
of a woman--swiftly bound the two unconscious
priests.
If either Corbus or Selane had been
conscious, they might have been able to identify
this new intruder. Or perhaps not, since they had
taken no notice of her leaving the Scarlet Raptor
after them and trailing them through the streets
of Kubladesh to the temple of Aphisis, following
them, at a discrete distance, as they wended their
way down into the interior of the temple.
Reaching the temple proper, the cloaked woman had
felt the compulsion to join with Corbus and Selane
in their erotic endeavors, but standing near the
doorway the compulsion had been weak enough to
fight. Instead, she had slipped into the room and
hid behind a tapestry, a silent voyeur to the
sexual adventures of the man and Fe-Larn. Though
it had not overwhelmed her senses, the urge to
join with them had remained strong--and watching
the two bring each other to climax would have been
enough to arouse her passions anyway. Her pussy
had grown wet from watching the erotic tableau,
and only an iron will had prevented one of her
hands from reaching down, between her legs, and
sliding a finger along her slit, masturbating
while watching Corbus and Selane writhe on the
temple floor in the throes of ecstasy. As it was,
her cunt juices were flowing freely down the
inside of her thighs, and she vowed if she made it
back to her rooms tonight, she would spend the
remainder of the night pleasuring herself with
self-induced orgasm after self-induced orgasm.
Finished binding the priests, the cloaked
woman stepped forward, stopping at the still
figures of the fallen thieves. Her gaze took in
their naked forms, lingering with regret on
Corbus' cock, now soft and but a shadow of its
former rampant self, but needing just the proper
touch to restore it to its majestic glory. It was
when her glance turned towards Selane, however,
that real longing came into her eyes, as she drank
in the sight of the nude Fe-Larn, firm breasts
topped with still-erect nipples, thighs slightly
parted revealing her dripping slit, the inner fur
of her thighs matted with her love juices and
Corbus' cum. A visible struggle flickered across
the woman's face, as she fought with her desire to
possess Selane's luscious body.
"Maybe some other time," she sighed softly,
as she stepped around them and towards the altar.
In front of her stood her goal--the Eye of
Aphisis. This time, however, the radiant gem,
while it still shone brilliantly in the
torchlight, did not come to unnatural life as it
was approached. Whatever spell the two clerics
had worked had apparently deactivated its wards,
leaving its approach unguarded.
The intruder's breath caught in her throat as
she stood before the Eye, drinking it in. Scarce
believing that at last it was hers, one of her
slim hands reached out, lifting it from where it
rested in its silver setting. Though it was big
as a man's fist, it seemed weightless to her as
she hefted it in her palm. The cloaked woman held
it before her, turning it this way and that,
enraptured by the way the gem's facets sparkled
hypnotically in the light, almost entranced.
After a moment, however, the thief regained
her senses. With a sigh of regret, she opened a
pouch at her belt and slipped the Eye of Aphisis
into it. As she pulled the drawstring tight,
securing the priceless gem, it seemed that the
altar area darkened, as if the Eye had been a
source of illumination, not merely reflecting the
torchlight.
Turning, she fairly skipped down from the
altar to where the two thieves lay on the temple
floor. The Eye of Aphisis was hers!
"Thanks for everything!" she laughed at the
still forms of Corbus and Selane, giddy with
exuberance, before dashing down the center aisle
of the temple. She swiftly unbolted the main
door. Cracking it open, she peered out, spent a
moment studying the street outside. Satisfied
that she would not be noticed, she opened the door
wider and slipped out, away into the night,
pulling the door shut behind her. Didn't want to
leave the temple door open so that thieves could
just walk in!
A few moments later, Corbus and Selane began
to stir, awakening from their sorcerous slumber.
"What the hell happened?" muttered Corbus as
he rose shakily to his feet. Glancing down, he
noticed he was naked. "What..." he began to say,
then stopped, as the prior events of the evening,
of his and Selane's frantic coupling, flooded back
to him. In one split second he remembered it all,
remembered stealing into the temple, remembered
the uncontrollable compulsion that had overcome
him, driving out all thoughts of larceny, all
thoughts other than that he must have Selane and
he must have her now! And he remembered, in
exquisite detail, the ecstasy he had experienced,
the pleasure she had given him with her hands and
mouth and cunt and the bliss he had given her in
return. Blushing red from head to toe, he cast a
startled glance at his partner, who was rising
from the floor.
"Don't say it!" she fairly spat, the look in
her slitted eyes confirming that she, too,
remembered what had happened. "Just don't say
anything!"
Corbus believed it was a good rule in life to
never say anything to piss off an angry Fe-Larn.
Particularly when they were both naked, and she
had razor sharp claws and he didn't. He said
nothing.
They continued staring at each other for a
moment. Then, as one, a thought struck them,
momentarily driving out their bewilderment.
Together they turned their heads to gaze at the
altar.
The Eye of Aphisis was gone!
Their stunned looks were accompanied by howls
of frustration. Selane's howls were wordless
cries of rage. Corbus was far more eloquent.
"Damn!" he uttered. "Damn, damn, damn!"
In mid-"damn", Corbus suddenly focused on
their situation. They were standing, naked, in
the temple of Aphisis, with dead and unconscious
guards outside the door and the temple's most
valuable possession missing. And there they were,
making enough noise to wake even the most
narcoleptic priest from his slumbers!
Corbus could see the same realization
lighting in Selane's eyes as she ceased her cries.
Echoing variations on "let's get the hell out of
here!", the two thieves grabbed their clothes
where they had fallen and raced towards the main
door.
They had gone no more than a few steps when
Corbus and Selane saw the bound priests laying on
the temple floor for the first time. Corbus
slowed. "What..." he started to ask, then was
yanked forward as Selane latched onto his arm and
kept running.
"I don't know, and now's not the time to
wonder about it!" the Fe-Larn opined as they
sprinted down the aisle.
Reaching the door, the two would-be
despoilers of Aphisis' temple took in the fact
that the door was now unbarred. "How convenient,"
muttered Corbus as, without taking the time to see
what was on the other side, they threw the barrier
open and dashed off into the Kubladesh night.
They pelted down several alleys and sidestreets,
their route twisting and turning to throw off
possible pursuit, before they finally came to a
halt. Gasping for breath, they quickly donned
their clothing.
"If anyone I know saw me running just now,"
Selane said. "I may just have to kill them."
"You and me both," agreed Corbus as he belted
his sword back on. "Though I've got to tell you--
I'm sure you looked a hell of a sight better
running naked than I did!"
Selane glared at him, though in her eyes her
anger was warring with her sense of humor as she
contemplated the ridiculousness of their
situation. "That is so," she grudgingly admitted.
"But it changes nothing. Just as it doesn't
change my earlier statement to you--what happened
there in that temple...I don't ever want to hear
you talk about it!"
Corbus couldn't resist. Though it went
against his rule not to further anger a Fe-Larn,
he felt the risk was minimal, that Selane wouldn't
try to take it out of his hide if he made just one
small comment.
"Well," he said. "Look at it this way. We
may not have gotten the Eye, but at least we got
off--twice!"
THE END.
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