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Alrighty, so that took longer than it should. Been a record setting winter so far, as far as patient load at my job goes and I have been hovering on the edge of literal exhaustion for about a month. Anyways, here we go, the next one in the World Beyond series. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writing it.

As always, comments are appreciated and requested.

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Continued from 'The Picture of Desire'

The door hadn't even closed all the way before my brain started to panic, sending every signal it could think of to every part of my body all at once. My limbs jerked spastically for a moment, my heart still going about a million miles an hour, my mouth opening to say something, but all I could manage was a sort of weird, wordless exclamation of surprise. The hands that had hold of me suddenly turned me a little roughly to the side, the motion making my already addled brain spin crazily. Before I could recover, I felt a hand grab the neckline of my robe, giving a hard tug. The motion wasn't gentle, easily hard enough that the stitching in the armpits gave a very distinct ripping sound as the garment was yanked off my body, the haphazardly tied belt sliding free. I could feel the yell building in my throat as the cool air of the bedroom caressed my body, but before it could reach my vocal cords, something unbelievably warm abruptly enveloped me from behind. The sensation was so unexpected and so pleasant that the yell turned into a soft gasp of pleasure instead.

It took my scattered and poised-to-panic mind a moment to fully grasp the feeling, and I realized that it was another person against me, a body that was not soft and fuzzy as my usual lovers were, but rather smooth and bumpy to the touch. As the moments passed, I realized it also wasn't just warm, but almost hot, like rocks that had lain in the summer sun all day. Two hands with long claws on the fingers were tracing my ribcage, making me shudder in confusion, 'Panic' still fighting it out with 'Horny' for control of my body's processes.

Scales, I realized, recognizing the texture of the flesh against my own as the person pressed against my back wrapped my chest in powerful arms, holding me close. My captor was a dragon, and very obviously a male, from the feel of what was pressing against my backside. When a glance down showed only deeper darkness wrapping around me, dark scales in darkness, an obvious name finally presented itself to the forefront of my mind, having fought its way through the exhilarating storm of arousal, adrenaline and near panic. Midnight, the deep blue and black dragon. At once, his teasing remark on that morning months ago, after the memorable night I had spent with Natalie and Keira shot back into the forefront of my brain. 'Horny' immediately pounded 'Panic' into submission and my throbbing heart increased in speed, becoming like a jackhammer in my ribcage.

“Wha..." I started to ask as he ground his hips against me, but before I could get the rest of the word out, to say nothing of the rest of the sentence, a number of things happened all at once. First was a peculiar thought jumping up and down for attention in the back of my head; namely that I had been grabbed by more than one set of hands when I had been hauled into the room. Second, was a hand covered in fur with a startlingly familiar scent that turned my head to the right to meet a muzzle that seemed to pour liquid fire down my throat with its kiss, cutting off any further communication on my part besides a startled moan of pleasure. Third, was the sudden realization that a third set of hands, these also covered with fur, were tracing their way up my thighs, making my heart skip a beat as they showed no sign of even slowing down, getting closer and closer to my nethers. When the teasing hands on my legs trailed all the way up, caressing my equipment, which was stiff as a board and twitching with pent up frustration and arousal, any thought about what I had expected went right out the window.

Midnight's hands were dragging their way upward from my hips now, his claws digging into my skin, not quite piercing the flesh, but hard enough that I could feel how sharp they were, the knowledge making my entire body tremble with the excitement. I had already been so pent up and sensitive before the door closed that the slightest touch on my skin felt about a hundred times as powerful as it normally did and the slow trailing of the claws up my body was almost more than I could bear, the shivering so intense that I couldn't believe I was still on my feet at all. But, even as the dragon trailed his hands upward, making my knees weak, I felt Ronan's familiar hands take hold of my hips, gently supporting me, keeping me from sagging in the grip of the trio that had hold of me. Oddly, in that incredible moment, I was very, very aware of my tongue tracing the tips of his sharp teeth as our kiss deepened into frenching, the carnivorous detail setting my heart to pounding even harder than before, nearly becoming painful. Consciously, I knew I was in no danger, knew that they wouldn't hurt me. Instinctually however, the thrill of being surrounded by two big predators like this sent my body into overdrive; every sense was alive as it had never been before.

A moment later, I gasped loudly, breaking the kiss when I felt the slick warmth of a tongue on my shaft and I very nearly came right then and there, my lungs heaving in excitement. But, even as I felt the peak coming, whoever had hold of my penis tightened their grip around the base, instantly denying me the satisfaction. The involuntary, disappointed hiss that came out of my mouth as the climax was interrupted only elicited a deep voiced chuckle from whoever was down there and my brain started to wonder who it was exactly who was playing with my privates... Right up until the mystery male's muzzle enveloped my shaft right up to his fingers; After that, my brain's ability to form rational thoughts pretty much short circuited.

The animalistic sound that escaped my throat at that wonderful sensation only got deeper when the four hands on my torso each traced a different set of nerves and I no longer had any control over my ability to remain upright, trembling so bad that if Midnight hadn't been cupping my body from behind, I probably would have collapsed into a puddle right then and there. I had to do something, anything; I couldn't stand to stay still anymore under this torture. My hands immediately acted, reaching out and tracing the head of the fur between my legs, feeling out its shape, both caressing the soft pelt and urging him to continue with every bob of his head, even though he was denying me the ability to climax.

After a few moments, when the hands on my torso started down the other direction and Midnight gave another grind of his powerful draconian hips, rubbing the slick shaft of his member against my entrance sensuously, I knew who my third lover was, his face appearing in my head along with his name, though the two didn't seem to connect in any meaningful way in that moment. It was Zander, the handsome male counterpart to Edana the vixen, and though this wasn't our first time being intimate, I had never imagined he was so good at this. It was hands down, the best and most intense blowjob I had ever had already, and it wasn't even over yet. Just as I was trying to keep my hands from grabbing the fox's head and holding it against my hips until he let me climax, someone, and on a bet I couldn't tell you who, hit the right combination of nerves and it was like an explosion went off in my head. I felt my eyes squeeze tightly shut, my toes curling, every muscle tight like a coiled spring, and I was peaking, the pressure at boiling point. But the moment didn't come. It couldn't.

Whimpering, helpless to do anything, every neuron in my brain firing all at the same time, I could only stand there in their embrace while Zander slowed the bobbing of his head, then backed off of me altogether, leaving me panting, his fingers still stopping me from releasing. I was closer to release than I had ever come without getting there, but the pressure wasn't going away. Then, I felt Ronan's hands leave my body, only Midnight's strong dragon form holding me up for a few moments, only for the wolf's hands to reappear a moment later along with something cool, and most definitely not belonging to the body of any of my lovers encircling my shaft, right below the fox's fingers. When I felt it cinch tight and Zander's fingers finally release me, I had a vague notion what it was, but words in general didn't seem to exist anymore in my brain. I was still trembling all over, the pressure still there, still boiling for release but my body seemed to be calming down a little, my breathing slowing, even though my nethers were still twitching like I was in mid climax.

But that brief moment of respite was just that, a moment. Immediately, I felt another muzzle against my lips. I barely got as far as acknowledging that it belonged to Zander, and had in fact just been around my shaft before his kiss put my brain right back into irrational, short-circuited mode. Every one of my lovers had their own taste, some subtle, some strong, but in the heightened state the treatment of my lovers had put me in, it was wildly different than ever before. The fox tasted almost spicy, like peppers, but infinitely more rich, and I eagerly returned the kiss, sucking in a breath of his incredible scent through my nose. The breath got deeper as he ground his vulpine penis against my human one even as Midnight ground against me from behind. The combination of pressures made me tremble and I reached out, my arms finding the warm back of the fox beneath my touch, almost clutching him to me, unable to prevent my hips from grinding right back against him, eliciting a soft groan from him as our nethers rubbed.

But even that sweet moment of embrace didn't last very long, the powerful creature holding me from behind taking a slow step to the side, pulling me with him, then another and another, the fox keeping pace from the front. Dimly, my eyes having adjusted to the faint light, I could see the broad grin on his vulpine face, his eyes almost glittering. It was wonderful to be held like that, sandwiched between two warm lovers, but it would have been even more wonderful if the third had been there too... The thought had just barely had time to form before I found myself tipped sideways, landing on the soft bed with a grunt.

I shivered, having gone from surrounded by warm bodies to having nothing but silky sheets against me, but that situation didn't last long. The scent of the wolf accompanied the return of a pair of hands, pulling me towards him by the shoulders, my body eagerly rising up onto all fours. But, I had hardly shuffled forward a few inches before I felt a tail brush by my nose, the scent from its fur the unmistakable heat of Zander, and my brain tried to reconcile the apparent contradiction briefly, before I yelped softly, a pair of legs encircling my hips. The grip pulled me forward, nearly knocking me off my hands, but I recovered quickly, the fox's hands supporting my chest in a soft caress, short claws trailing over my skin. Once more, his lips were against mine and I gasped into his kiss when my questing member touched the furry orbs between his legs, understanding without being told what he wanted me to do.

Snaking one arm down through our tangled limbs, he touched something to the side and then his hand was on my shaft again, the warm slickness of some sort of lube coating my flesh where he touched. A moment later, as he guided my tip downward until I touched the base of his tail, I gently rocked my hips forward, finding the spot in an instant. We paused there for a moment, poised and ready, then both of his hands suddenly found their way to my hips, reaching around to grip my cheeks. In unison with my own thrust, he pulled me forward, my shaft sliding into the warmth of his butt in an instant, his pleased gasp almost muffled by my own against his muzzle. But, though I was hilted inside him, and trembling with the sensation, his grip on my rear didn't lessen, holding me still for a moment. Still riding the ragged edge of climax, I wanted to get on with it already, but I was forgetting the other two in the room, a fact I was reminded of a moment later, when I felt a muscular reptilian form wrap itself around my body from behind once more.

Involuntarily, my back arched, pressing my hips against the fox, making him let out a pleased sound even as Zander spread me with his hands, the thick, lube slickened length of draconian shaft sliding against me, still not seeking entry, but way, way beyond merely enticing as it rubbed against me. I let out a moan of pleasure when I felt the dragon kiss the back of my neck, his hands landing on either side of my body, almost using me to hold himself up. Not that I was inclined to complain about that; my state of arousal made it possible to feel every exquisite detail of his body, even the outline of every single scale as they pressed against me. He stayed like that for just a moment, an almost complete embrace, then ground his hips slowly against me once more, making me shudder. But, none of us needed any more teasing, and I felt my heartbeat quicken until it was hammering against my ribcage once more, almost trying to burrow its way out, when the dragon slid backward, his member trailing down, down…

Without warning, just as his tip brushed my pucker, he thrust hard and I tried to cry out at the sudden penetration, but the passionate kiss of the fox beneath me kept the sound at bay, my hips having been driven against him harder by the dragon's movement. It wasn't even a full thrust, not nearly as hard as he could go, but it did its job well, my eyes squeezing shut as the first three or four thick inches slid into me. I barely had time to adjust before Midnight gave another buck of his powerful hips, driving himself another few inches deeper. Zander let out a moan as the sudden pressure made me graze something sensitive inside the fox, the vulpine breaking the kiss at the feeling. A third thrust, and I really did cry out this time, a sound that wasn't one of pain, but rather of surprise, the ridges on the bottom third of his shaft starting to force their way into my guts.

I already felt full, my body gripping the dragon's member tight, but he wasn't done yet. One final thrust, and I felt his hips smack against mine, the fox letting go of my butt to clutch at the sheets instead as my member speared the sensitive spot inside him again, making him let out a soft yip. But, though I felt the dragon's tip trigger the pleasurable and distinctly weird feeling that only came from truly deep penetration, I couldn't cry out, because the final piece of my trio of lover's plans had picked that moment to enter the fun, quite literally. Even as the sound rumbled its way up my throat, a pair of hands gripped my head gently, raising it upward. I had the briefest whiffs of Ronan's scent before he slid his tip past my lips, turning the cry into a muffled moan once more.

Instantly, the familiar taste of the canine filled my brain, his tip sliding all the way towards the back of my throat, giving me just enough time to relax the muscles there before it pressed onward. The angle this time was unlike any other time I had sucked him, everything up to the swell of his knot slipping into my maw easily. The four of us stayed like that for a few moments at full penetration, everyone panting, or at least trying in my case, and I was no longer even slightly surprised at this treatment. What I was, was so aroused I felt like I was going to burst. But though every scrap of sensation I could possibly feel was flooding through me, I couldn't. And I didn't care. I didn't want it to end.

After a moment longer, Ronan pulled back with his hips until only a little more than his tip was past my lips and I sucked in a greedy breath, the scents of all three of them filling my nostrils, the mixture obliterating the final vestiges of my thinking mind. I wanted this set of sensations to last forever. It was a sentiment that was only reinforced by Midnight pulling back, the ridges of his penis dragging me backward with them a short distance, pulling my shaft out of the handsome fox at the same time, until only the heads of our members were inside. Then the dragon thrust forward and the illusion of perfect sensation was shattered by the feeling of Ronan's tip grazing my throat, almost making me choke even as my own penis was driven back into the fox's butt, Midnight's cock shoving all the way in, in one motion. Ronan obligingly pulled back again as I coughed a little, but Midnight didn't stop this time, pulling right back out again. This time, when he thrust forward, he was a little more gentle, and the wolf slid back into my mouth, my tongue eagerly swirling along his length despite my discomfort, his hips giving little bucks against my jaw.

It took the four of us a couple more thrusts to build up a comfortable rhythm, even Zander raising his hips up to meet mine with every downward motion, but once we did, oh my god. Every moment was rapture. Every time Midnight drove his hips forward, burying his hefty equipment in me, Zander ground his own furry hips against me, pressing my head against the same sensitive spot I had grazed before. At the same time, I enthusiastically bobbed my head along Ronan's member, the taste I had been denied earlier actively driving me insane. Every time the dragon pulled back, I tightened down on him the best I could, gripping his cock with my insides, reveling in the sensation of those marvelous ridges rubbing against my prostate, Zander doing the same thing on the other end.

It went on like that for a marvelous forever, the sensations exploding one after another in my brain, the pressure on my nethers building even further. My eyes had long since squeezed shut, and I had ceased even noticing anything except sensation. My ears were filled with the moans and grunts of my companions, my own muffled voice lost in the shuffle, my taste buds alight with the flavor of the wolf's pre, my nose filled with the musk of three species. But then, forever was over, something was giving. I felt Midnight's thrusts getting stronger, the rhythm growing ragged as his own climax came close. And suddenly, I understood that everyone was. Zander was no longer grinding upward into me, but rather thrusting hard, his shaft rubbing against my belly, knot almost fully grown. Ronan was panting, his hands on my jaw twitching reflexively. I, of course, had already been at boiling point for the whole experience, and a wave of desperation suddenly overwhelmed me. I would have begged to be released from the soft gel ring that was keeping me bottled up had my mouth not been occupied.

It was Ronan who gave way first, the wolf sucking in a sudden gasp, his shaft pulling back, leaving his tip in the middle of my tongue. A second later, even as Midnight pulled back one more time, his entire body quivering against my back, I felt the first sticky spurt of salty, musky wolf seed spray into my mouth and I reveled in its powerful flavor even as I swallowed, more and more following it. I swallowed it all greedily, the flavor of his climax setting off fireworks in my own brain, driving the desperation yet higher. And then, even as I sucked down the spurts, I felt Midnight pause the rhythmic rolling of his hips, a furry paw reaching down between us, Zander taking hold of the gel ring. This was it. I sucked in an eager breath through my nose as Ronan pulled all the way out, the last drops of his cum landing on my lips and at the same moment that the pressure was released at last, a sudden wave of sensation making my eyes snap wide open, Midnight thrust forward, hard.

Even as I was forcibly hilted in Zander's rear by the dragon's powerful thrust, the first spurt of my own load spraying deep into the fox, I felt Midnight's entire body convulse against me, the dragon letting out an exulted sound halfway between a moan and a growl. I cried out in desperate ecstasy, my entire body jerking in time with my member, and I felt an unbelievably hot sensation spreading through my guts behind it. Stars exploded behind my eyes at the feeling, and my cry got louder, my pulsing getting even more intense. Finally, I felt Zander's member start to twitch against my belly, and a final scent joined all the others, a spicy, and eminently appetizing scent, the fox's voice filling my ears as he let out a cry almost identical to my own, his arms gripping my sides so hard his claws actually pricked my skin, providing yet one more sensation to drive me beyond endurance. But, to my surprise, the sensations weren't going away, even as the hot fluid that filled my guts slowed its spreading, the dragon sucking in a deep shuddering breath as he started to come down from his orgasm. If anything, my orgasm was getting more intense. I nearly bit my tongue as I clenched my jaw, my penis pulsing away inside Zander as a second wave of seed rolled up its length. The pleasure was incredible, filling every nook and cranny of my mind, and getting more and more intense as it did so, until it felt like a bright white light was eroding my consciousness.

And then, finally, it was done, blessed dimness taking the place of the bright light. Relaxing my jaw, I tried to take a deep breath, but as deep as I could manage was still too shallow somehow, my body quivering and heaving in the aftermath of the explosion. I felt Midnight's member finally pull out of me, making me shiver with the exquisite sensation, though it was merely pleasurable, not so much arousing any more. My own penis was wilting fast, pulling itself out of the fox's silky confines on its own, which was a good thing, considering I couldn't seem to move anymore.

The dragon rolled to the side with a heavy, satisfied sigh, but all I could do was breathe in shuddering breaths that were more like panting than anything else, my head reeling with the aftermath of the sensory assault. I was limp, twitching, basically staring off into space. In those moments, I couldn't have strung a pair of syllables together on a bet, much less actual words. That is, if I had possessed the slightest shred of rationality anymore, I wouldn't have.

Every nerve ending was still humming with intense pleasure, and it took me a few moments to differentiate the sensation of Zander's red furred arms gently stroking my back as I lay sprawled atop of him. The feeling of warm, furry hands stroking my flesh gave me goosebumps all over, eliciting a soft chuckle from the vulpine, but that too was pleasant. I could feel myself drifting, my mind completely blank, and my body relaxed, but though sleep usually followed such intense sex in this world, nothing of the sort was happening now. The tidal wave of pent up pleasure had been electrifying, and I felt wide awake, even if my brain was flatly refusing receipt of any stimulus that tried to get it to function. I didn't even try and protest when Zander slowly moved me off my extremely comfortable sprawl on top of him.

I might have laid there forever, unmoving and not cared, minutes passing utterly unnoticed, had not details forced their way into prominence in my mind. First of all, though being the center of a foursome had been beyond satisfying for me, the sensations so strong that I couldn't even remember all of them, there was a persistent note underlying the scents of my lovers. It was present in all three of them, and it started my slowly beating heart to once again pick up its pace, my member stiffening back up despite the literally mind-blowing climax I had had. I was puzzled at first. Then, as if some outside thought had suddenly slipped into my mind, I realized that though I had been satisfied by what we had just done, it did not mean my lovers were likewise.

After a moment, I realized that while I had been lying there limp, the trio sharing the bed with me were shifting positions. Finally, I found soft hands adjusting my body so I was lying on my side, and I turned my gaze up to find the smiling, sharp toothed face of a dragon hovering above me, dimly outlined in the darkness. His expression said it all. We weren't done. Not even close. Incredibly, that thought brought my body back to life; I still had strength to continue, it seemed. Returning his grin, I was ready when his waist filled my view, his semi rigid privates coming close. I didn't even think about hesitating, a strange hunger rising up in my mind. Leaning forward, I licked him, starting down by his balls and going up to the tip, delighting in the sensation of his ridges under my tongue. The lube we were using was sweet, and the lingering remnants of his cum immediately sent my own shaft rigid. Oddly, there was nothing of me in the taste, but it was not like I was going to complain about that. Even as I repeated the lick, this time going up one side of the hefty shaft, I felt a body covered in warm fur sliding up against my back, nearly spooning me, soft hands caressing my hips once more.

At first, I thought it was Ronan, the muscular wolf taking his usual position when we loved, but a moment later, I knew differently. The body was too slim and lithe to be his; it had to be Zander. It was an impression that was confirmed a moment later when I felt a solidly built body slide up against my chest from the front, sandwiching me between furry pelts, his back pressing against me. I was so surprised, I stopped my ministration on the dragon by my head, but he wasn't about to settle for that. Before I could make a noise of surprise, a thick, reptilian tip slid its way past my lips, and I immediately started sucking, forgetting my surprise. At this angle, there was no way I could deep throat him, even if I thought his hefty member would fit in my throat, and he didn't try, his hips giving very slight thrusts as I sucked on him instead.

A heartbeat later, I felt the tapering tip of the vulpine's not inconsiderable length press against me, sliding inside my already stretched body with ease. But, though it didn't seem possible after having Midnight inside me, the fox seemed to fill me just as satisfyingly full, and I hummed a moan, pressing back against him, loving the sensation on my sensitive insides. But, the final surprise of the day still awaited me. Ronan's hips pressed back even as I ground into Zander and after a moment, I felt him guide my shaft up, under his tail. I didn't even have a chance to consider why he had chosen to take this position before my tip slid its way into his lubed tailhole for the first time. The surprise of it was more intense than anything else in that moment and I clung to the powerful wolf as he slid backward until I was hilted inside him.

This time around, there was no pause to adjust, the trio establishing a rhythm within only a couple thrusts. It was a much more gentle, and more sensuous rhythm than before. Rough and forceful wasn't Zander's style, and he and Ronan worked in perfect tandem with their bodies, pressing forward and back and the same instant so my hips were sandwiched between them with a delightful pressure on both sides. And, though Midnight was still insistent that I continue the sucking, he kept his motions slow and careful.

Every thrust of Zander's penis inside me was intense, but in a different way than Midnight's rutting had been. He would hilt himself with each thrust, then grind with his hips, using the wolf on the other side to press new spots on my already stimulated insides with wonderful friction. But that was nothing compared to the sensations of being inside my wolf half like that. With all the time I had spent in this world, all the many, many interludes I had had with my partners, I had experienced all kinds of sensations, but he was beyond anything I had even imagined. I couldn't even describe why it felt so good. It just did. If the first time around with this trio had been rapturous, this was beyond description.

The sensations were not quick to peak this time; instead they seemed to grow forever, until I felt the same pleasure as my previous explosive peak; more, in fact. Of course, this time, I wasn't being denied, and maybe it was that knowledge that made it so intense. I didn't even realize we were getting close again until I felt the fox's jaws suddenly clamping closed on the back of my neck, the vulpine letting out a growl as he thrust suddenly deeper, harder, his growing knot popping in and out twice before finally locking him securely in my guts. An exquisite moment passed, and suddenly, even more hot liquid was spreading into my insides as he twitched and jerked inside, his jaws giving the message to hold still, or else. It was Ronan who came next, clenching tight on my penis as he thrust backward, rocking me against the fox, letting out an exulted gasp, the familiar scent of his seed reaching my nose. His insides started working rhythmically around me as he came and that more than anything pushed me over the edge as well. But my labored panting as I emptied myself into my other half was suddenly cut off by Midnight pressing his hips forward, his tip resting just shy of my throat as his balls jumped up against the base of his shaft, the first spurt of hot dragon seed soaking my tonsils as he let out a loud purring sort of growl I didn't know dragons made.

I started swallowing again, hardly noticing the flavor of the dragon's seed, trying to keep up with his volume, but that was hopeless. The powerful reptile's supply seemed endless, quickly filling my mouth to overflowing even as I swallowed as fast as I could. Fortunately, he took pity on me, in a way, and pushed forward that last little bit, and, as Zander's jaws held me still, just the dragon's tip went down my throat, and I didn't need to swallow anymore. Of course, I did need to breathe, eventually, and just as my lungs were screaming for air, his pulsing down my throat slowed and he pulled back, allowing me to hastily swallow the last couple of spurts on my own before he pulled out completely.

Sucking in a deep, greedy breath, coughing as the vulpine finally released my neck, his sharp fangs having left indentations in my flesh, I tried to grasp why I was still so aroused, even after three, or maybe four, powerful orgasms. Of course, that would have required a brain that wasn't overstimulated by sex, which I didn't even come close to possessing at the moment. The dark scaled dragon by my head let out a long, slow breath and slumped back against the headboard, his glittering eyes closing in satisfaction. Behind me, the fox was once again gentle, no longer aggressive or dominating, his arms now stroking my chest as they had stroked my back the first time, making me shudder as I slowly regained control of my faculties.

But it was Ronan that really surprised me. The wolf turned over so he was facing me, his hands adding to those stroking my flesh and I found my gaze wholly taken up with his cool, ice blue eyes. I could see the grin on his face at my expression, see how satisfied he was and realized that, though I was exhausted beyond all imagining, and shivering from coming down from the adrenaline high of the rough treatment, I was too. This surprise had scratched an itch I hadn't even realized I had. And, as my eyes finally closed, endorphins finally taking the place of exhilarating adrenaline, I wondered how they had known…

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Very, very slowly, the world returned out of darkness. It was a sound that came back first, something under the deep breathing of three sleeping males filling the air from nearby, the soft pattering sound of water droplets on wood. It was faint at first, one or two heavy drops hitting hard, then it grew louder and faster until coherent concepts finally came back into my head. It was raining outside. My conscious brain reacted to that news with a complacence that I had never experienced before. Actually, that was kind of how my brain was treating everything right this second, aside from the warm arms that wrapped me from front and back, and the lingering scents of sex that were omnipresent. It took me a solid ten minutes of lying there in the warm darkness to even manage the willpower to open my eyes. For a few moments, I did not even register what I was seeing when I sleepily managed it. Then, when my gaze traveled down the body of the nude wolf that lay in front of me, and the scale clad knee behind him, everything came back in a rush, my rear and my throat both giving a slight twinge as I remembered the rough breeding I had been treated to before passing out.

Shifting my head slightly, I saw Midnight slumped back against the headboard still, his head lolling back, the expanse of his chiseled body clearly visible in the dimness and I couldn't help the grin that came to my lips at seeing the obvious satisfaction in his expression. Then, the silent cocoon that seemed to cover the bedroom was broken, a deep, distant thrum of thunder calling to something I had always carried in my heart. Daring to move, my limbs coming back to life moment by moment, I began shifting the arms that were settled around me, loosening their hold.

Finally, with a motion not unlike a snake, I writhed out from between the sleeping furry bodies and managed to stand up, feeling stiff. But, as I walked unsteadily towards the balcony doors, I realized that I wasn't actually sore, as I had every right to expect given how my body had been treated. Smiling at that pleasant surprise, I took hold of the left side of the sliding door and pulled, frankly shocked that I had the strength to move it. I would have thought I used up all my energy having sex, but instead, I almost felt energized now, not exhausted. But, the second the door slid open, that thought was driven out of my mind by the blessedly cool breeze that wrapped my body.

Breathing a deep breath of air heavy with the scent of the falling rain, I stepped outside, feeling the droplets splash on my bare flesh. Leaving the door open, I walked out to the rail, my arms opening wide, completely and utterly exposed to the storm, shivering in the delight of the moment. Closing my eyes, I embraced the wind and rain as I had never had the chance to do in the other world, letting it wash the sticky residue of my lovers from my skin. Then, letting out a laugh, I opened my eyes and stood in the rain, looking out at the valley. Once more, I was struck dumb by the beauty of my world. Another distant rumble of thunder, an undertone to the falling rain, made my grin broaden even wider, catching a glimpse of the sun shining through a crack in the clouds. It highlighted the falling droplets and it was as if I could see everything, every detail crisp and clear to my eyes. I was so entranced, I didn't notice I wasn't alone until a warm body covered in fur enveloped me like a blanket, completely surrounding me.

“You know," Ronan said, resting his chin on my head, “Standing in the rain like this is not the most healthy thing you could be doing."

“I know." I whispered, snuggling back into his embrace, the contrast between warm wolf and cool rain making my heart leap with pleasure again. “I couldn't help it. The storm called, so I came."

“I understand." My first lover replied, both of us falling silent once more for a while. Then, as more sunshine lit the rain, though the storm showed no sign of letting up, I sighed, utterly content. The wolf's arms gave me a soft squeeze and I rubbed my head against his chin, closing my eyes for a moment.

“Ronan," I began, a thought that I had been considering for a long time intruding on the peaceful silence. “What happens when I can't stand to leave here anymore?"

“What do you mean?" He asked, turning his head to peer down at me questioningly.

“I mean, I have felt it for a long time now." I replied, a shiver that had nothing to do with the rain running down my spine. “It used to be, I felt balanced between the two worlds, belonging in both, and wanting to be in both equally. But for a while now, I have wanted to be here, and only here. It's a struggle to feel like that other world is important. And I know that, one day, I am not going to be able to force myself to care anymore. On that day, I am not going to want to go back at all."

“And so you will stay here." He stated with finality and I looked up at him in surprise. He smiled down at me with a reassuring expression. “Did you expect another answer?"

“I guess not." I replied, returning his smile. “I just wonder about what would happen in the other world. I don't want to hurt anyone I know by just vanishing."

“I think that will depend on the circumstances." He replied, his hands stroking my chest, down to my hips and then back up. “I somehow doubt you will 'just vanish', when it happens."

“But how can you know?" I asked, shivering at the feeling of his hands on my skin again, my breathing catching.

“How does this world exist?" He asked in reply and I shrugged. He grinned and nodded.

“It doesn't matter, does it?" I asked and he shook his head.

“Not at all. Now, shall we go back inside, rather than standing naked in the rain like a couple of savages?" He asked, a playful note creeping into his voice and I felt his tip make its appearance, poking out from his sheath to slide teasingly against the small of my back. My body was suddenly at full alert once again, my own shaft giving a twitch in anticipation., knowing what he intended when we went back in.

“Oh… Have mercy!" I pleaded, playfully giving his arm a light swat, my eager grin and obvious erection belying my words. “I can't do that again today."

“Sorry." He stated, shaking his handsome head, his grin just as evil as Natalie's had been when she had bidden me to have fun. “No mercy today…"