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Made To Love You

Chapter 63

On their way to the second shrine, Robin decided that she wanted Vitorra to come with her to Heaven. During one of the extremely rare moments when Mogethis had closed her eyes to nap, Robin asked Vitorra to come with her to Skkye, and Vitorra's lashes fluttered in girlish delight. She took Robin's paws and they kissed and she whispered against Robin's lips, "Take me wherever you go."

When Robin announced to Mogethis that she and Vitorra were staying together, Mogethis was naturally against it and spent three days trying to convince Robin that Vitorra had been created by Ayni to seduce her. If Ayni could not be rid of Robin, she would always have a second plan, that plan being to put someone she could influence at Robin's side in Heaven. Ayni was determined to have influence over the world, one way or another. Vitorra tearfully confessed that what Mogethis had said was true: she had been created to seduce Robin, not to kill her. Mogethis was infuriated by the confession and leapt from her seat with her hunting knife ready. She was almost upon Vitorra and had almost stabbed her when Robin intervened. Robin didn't know how she did it, but she managed to freeze Mogethis in place. The white vixen couldn't move except to blink her irritated eyes, and Robin promised to release her only if she would calm down. Mogethis blinked to indicate that she would obey, and Robin let her go. After being frozen, Mogethis was bitter and irritable and didn't speak a word to either of them for the next four days. Robin almost felt guilty. After all, Mogethis was only doing what she _thought_was right. Which made her no different from anyone else, really.

It was midday and they had almost arrived at the second shrine when Mogethis stopped to make camp on the edge of the forest. They were almost out, and beyond the last thin sprinkling of trees stood an open field, golden in the sunlight and swaying with bright flowers. Somewhere in that field was the last shrine. They were almost there. The end of the line.

As Mogethis sat beside the fire to start lunch, Robin and Vitorra wandered out into the field together. They heard Mogethis shout behind them that they should not wander too far.

Robin rolled her eyes.

"Have you known her very long?" Vitorra asked curiously. Her slender fingers caught a flower petal as it spiraled by and she stared at it with the large, fascinated eyes of a child.

"All my bloody life," Robin said wearily, and Vitorra laughed.

"That bad, was it?"

Robin shrugged. "I didn't have to put up with her nearly as much as Zeinara did - my friend," she added by way of explanation when Vitorra looked at her curiously.

"Your lover," Vitorra corrected and cast her long lashes down.

They walked in silence for a time, their tails swaying behind them. Vitorra wasn't naked anymore. Days before, Mogethis caught a deer for their supper and gave Vitorra the skin, urging her to put something on "for the sake of Yfel." She also made Robin a new dress. Both young females were fitted comfortably in deerskin dresses that hugged their curves. Robin had never worn fox clothing before. She found it snug, comfortable, and far less painful than corsets and laces. And there was something very liberating about wearing no pinching slippers.

"You read that from my mind?" Robin asked at last.

"Your mind is open to me when you dream," Vitorra answered apologetically. "Sometimes when I can't sleep, I just lay with you, and I hear things . . . I'm sorry. Sleeping is new to me."

"It's okay. Just how long ago did Ayni make you? I mean . . . did she really make you for me?"

Vitorra smiled. "From stardust and tears," she joked.

"And rainbows and moonbeams?"

Vitorra giggled softly. "Maybe?" She turned her head, looking off across the field, and her incredibly long red mane lifted on the breeze, loose now of its braid. "Ayni shaped me from flame. Then she set me on Aonre and told me that I should find my true love. . . . that I should find you. I haven't spoken to her since."

Robin frowned sadly. "She left you here alone?"

Vitorra blinked unhappily. "Yes. I met a bear, and she spoke to me. She quickly became my first friend --"

"What do you mean she spoke to you?" Robin blinked. She had never heard of anyone speaking to the "lesser" beasts. Not even foxes, with all their magic and power.

Vitorra looked at Robin in confusion and surprise, as if she thought everyone could speak to bears. "I was sitting alone by the water and I was sad," she said. "I kept dreaming of you . . . I would see you from behind, always walking away from me, but I could never reach you. I would awake crying, believing I would never find my true love. The bear found me and told me she had seen a dog with a red mane in the forest nearby. She helped me find you."

"And Mogethis killed her," Robin said darkly.

Vitorra looked at Robin with round eyes. "No, it wasn't her fault. It wasn't anyone's fault. Sunshe was trying to protect me. . . . That was her name. Mogethis attacked us because she thought we had come to kill you. I told her I was sent by Ayni and that I had come for you. She assumed I meant you harm and tied me up with her magic."

Robin sighed miserably. "I am so sorry. If I'd been there - I mean, if I'd been awake . . ."

"It's not your fault," Vitorra said and squeezed Robin's paw. She smiled sadly. "It is not anyone's fault."

They walked on, swinging their clasped paws, and Robin was surprised by how quickly Vitorra seemed to forgive Mogethis and her multiple attempts on her life. She was so sweet and gentle and innocent. If she had been made to love Robin, then perhaps she had only been made the week before. Which was a startling thought.

"Will you punish Ayni," Vitorra wondered sadly, "when you are goddess of everything?"

"Why should I punish her," Robin answered, "when she gave me you?" She lightly tapped Vitorra on the nose, and Vitorra smiled. Robin looked away. "I would punish her if you asked."

"No, don't harm her!" Vitorra cried, astonished.

Robin shook her head bitterly. "How can you be so - She created you, gave you no way to survive, and left you alone in the middle of the forest with no clue. Mogethis nearly killed you about six times - I've lost count - and she also killed your first and only friend --!" Robin stopped when she noticed the sadness in Vitorra's eyes. "I'm sorry, I just . . . I don't understand how you can be so bloody forgiving about it all. You were created from Ayni's fire. You should be raging."

"But fire can be still," Vitorra said, smiling at a butterfly that landed on her lifted paw. "Fire can reflect."

"And fire is pure," Robin said, watching Vitorra fondly. She looked ahead and could see the shrine in the distance. So it was closer than they'd realized. "This is stupid," Robin said suddenly. "Why didn't Yfel just teleport us here? Would have saved us all these weeks of trudging."

They stood side by side, staring at the distant shrine.

"I think Yfel wanted to give you a choice," Vitorra said quietly. "This time was meant to be spent in reflection. During the journey, you would mentally prepare yourself by letting your old life slip away . . . and embracing the new."

Robin's silver eyes caught the sunlight like stars, and she didn't notice how wistfully Vitorra looked at her. "It's the journey and not the destination and all that rot, eh?" she said with a laugh.

Vitorra laughed as well. "Yes. Should we tell Mogethis how close it is?"

Robin frowned sadly, her eyes on the distant shrine. "No. She'll want to rush right over and use it." She looked at Vitorra and took her paw. "I want a last night with you. . . ." She glanced at the bright blue sky. "Or a last day. Whatever."

Vitorra giggled and smiled into Robin's eyes.

Robin slowly squatted her down and pulled Vitorra with her. Their heads disappeared under the tall golden grass, and Robin knew Mogethis would be beside herself looking for them. Or perhaps Mogethis knew exactly what they were doing and wouldn't come looking at all.

Robin pulled Vitorra into her arms, and the smaller female straddled her lap, hugging Robin with slender arms and warm thighs. She smiled into Robin's eyes, and her lashes fluttered when Robin smoothed her paws up her skirt, pushing it up.

"H-Here?" Vitorra whispered.

"Surrounded by flowers and sunlight?" Robin answered. "What better place?"

They had never done anything more than kiss, and now, Robin wanted their sexes to kiss, wanted the taste of that mortal intimacy before it was snatched away by a life of tedious immortality.

With reverent eyes, Robin pushed Vitorra's dress up and gently pulled it over her head. Vitorra's long red mane tossed and tumbled down again in a veil around her naked shoulders. Her breasts were so high and young, slightly curled and sharp with pink nipples. Robin let Vitorra pull her dress off, and then their breasts were touching, the softness crushing and caressing as they held each other, rubbed noses, and kissed. Then Robin slipped one of her legs under Vitorra's legs, and their moist sexes touched for the first time.

Vitorra's lashes fluttered and she gasped, and Robin could feel Vitorra's clit swelling with arousal, could feel her own clit swelling, throbbing, thickening, as their heat, their softness, their moisture touched. They started to move their hips, their curvy bodies twisting as they made love, and Vitorra trembled in Robin's arms as her very first orgasm shuddered hot through her. Robin smiled and kissed Vitorra's cleavage, kissed her long neck, and thought she looked so frail and beautiful and helpless, so surprised by her own arousal. She was so very innocent, how could Mogethis think she was a threat?

Robin moved her hips deeper, snapping them until their sexes were hot and swollen and gushing, her paws running up and down Vitorra's curves. Vitorra clung to Robin as if for dear life, her lips open in a choking gasp, her eyes baffled by the pleasure. She hugged Robin close and breathed in her ear, "Yes! Yes, make love to me, my goddess!" but she whispered in a language Robin had never heard before, and yet . . . Robin knew exactly what she was saying.

Vitorra's whispers and kisses made Robin's young body hungrier. She hugged Vitorra tighter and moved her hips faster, until their bodies were snapping, their breasts trembling, their sexes crushing in a mess of moist arousal and heat. Vitorra's tail wrapped around and touched Robin's tail, and her body jolted in Robin's arms, her head fell back, and as her soft, sharp breasts pressed warm against Robin's, she convulsed through an orgasm, gasping as she squirted.

Robin frantically kissed Vitorra's neck as it was happening, as her own sex clenched and squirted in sweet release. A helpless gasp escaped her mouth, and as she was coming, Vitorra gasped and continued to shake, as if she could feel Robin's orgasm even as it happened.

Without letting go, Robin gently laid Vitorra on the grass and lay on top of her. She didn't want their bodies to ever stop touching. She leaned on her elbow and looked down at Vitorra with soft silver eyes, and when Vitorra looked back at her dotingly, she felt her heart fluttering. This was what she had been missing all her life, this warmth and love, this intimacy. She had lived so long in bitter isolation, watching Jonathan and Corene know this closeness even while they were bickering and arguing. Now she could know it too. And she would know it forever, in the white halls of Skkye.

Vitorra smiled and hugged Robin with her thighs. "This is where you belong," she said, "between my legs."

Robin laughed softly and stroked Vitorra's mane back from her face. "The only place I'd rather be." She dragged her fingers along Vitorra's curves. They caught paws and their fingers tangled.

"Do all the mortals touch like this?" Vitorra asked curiously and hugged Robin tighter with her thighs.

"I believe so," Robin answered, dragging her finger along the curve of Vitorra's round cheek. She could feel the heat of Vitorra's sex against her own and felt herself starting to swell with arousal again.

Vitorra swallowed and hesitated. "Have you . . . touched like this before? With Zeinara?"

Robin sighed: Vitorra was jealous. "Does it matter?"

"Yes," Vitorra said sadly. "You think I will just forget the fact that you led an entire life before me? I was made for you, but you were not made for me." She sat up on her elbow, her high breasts jiggling. "I was made to love you, Robin. I was born adoring you unconditionally. But you . . . you could already love another. Perhaps even leave me for this other." She dropped her eyes.

"Hey . . ." Robin frowned and gently lifted Vitorra's chin. "I'm not going anywhere, darling. Nothing will come between us."

"But you love Zeinara," Vitorra said sadly. "I . . . feel it. I feel it when you dream."

Robin looked unhappily at the grass. She'd only known Vitorra a few weeks and already felt as if they were married with the way they were bickering right now. And she almost laughed, because she had never felt that way with Zeinara, who'd she thought she was supposed to be with. Perhaps Vitorra really was the one.

"I did love Zeinara once," Robin admitted. "But mortal hearts aren't so simple that we can only love one beast at a time."

Vitorra looked at Robin with hope. Her breasts heaved and she bit her lip. "Are you saying . . . are you saying that you love me?"

Robin plucked a flower from the grass and put it behind Vitorra's ear, and her silver eyes traced over Vitorra's curvy body, from the swell of her high breasts, over the dip of her tiny waist, and the rise of her round hip. Her sex was pressed between her shapely thighs, a little pink split cloaked by curly red hair. Vitorra was so beautiful. She was Robin's subconscious interpretation of beauty. In Robin's eyes, Vitorra was perfection itself. Ayni had certainly been in her head. Or at least in her dreams. Robin had to wonder if Ayni didn't create Vitorra from her dreams.

Robin cupped Vitorra's cheek and pressed a kiss in her neck. Her paw hefted Vitorra's swollen tit, squeezing it and massaging it until Vitorra's lashes fluttered and she moaned. "I love you," Robin whispered in her ear, then leaned down and gently sucked her nipple.

Vitorra gasped. She'd never been suckled before and her body tensed with pleasure and surprise. She pushed her fingers through Robin's wild curly mane and arched her back, as if she was torn between escaping the pleasure and begging for more. Robin massaged her other tit as she suckled, rolling the nipple with her finger. Vitorra had perfect tits. They were so high and firm and plump, and the nipples were tiny, teasing Robin with her inability to keep them in her lips.

"Oh, R-Robin . . . what does it mean?" Vitorra whispered breathlessly.

Robin glanced down and noticed that Vitorra's sex had swollen with arousal. Her clit was fat again and throbbing. Robin glanced up at Vitorra's baffled, helpless expression. She didn't understand why having her breasts sucked felt so good and pressed her thighs together as if embarrassed by her lack of control.

"It means you like it," Robin whispered. She smiled and sucked Vitorra's nipple again, pausing to roll it with her tongue, pulling it with her lips, sucking until her face was buried in the mound of softness. Vitorra gasped and curled her fingers in Vitorra's mane. Robin kissed along the curve of her tit to her slender belly, which was trembling and nervous. She kissed down Vitorra's belly to her thighs, and kissed them as well.

Vitorra colored up when Robin paused to look hungrily at her sex. "What . . . what are you . . . Ohhhh."

Robin buried her face between Vitorra's thighs, licking and kissing and sucking with every natural talent her dog tongue had afforded her. Vitorra's sex clenched and heaved and pushed out moisture, responding to every soft, wet lick and suck, until her body convulsed, and Robin knew she was going to climax a second time. But she was holding back. Her thighs tightened around Robin's head, and when Robin glanced up, her eyes were suffering.

"Let go, baby," Robin whispered huskily.

Vitorra's lashes fluttered to hear the hungry tone in Robin's voice. "B-But I'll squirt on your face!"

"I want you to," Robin whispered.

Vitorra looked at Robin in surprise, but she bit her lip, and Robin watched her sex - pink, soft, and juicy as a grapefruit -- clenching as she struggled to just let go. Robin slipped a careful finger in the tight pink anus beneath Vitorra's sex, then slipped another in her sex and fingered her gently in both places. She had read enough of her mother's steamy romance novels to know just what to do. She fingered Vitorra deeply and gently, then leaned down between her thighs again and sucked wet and slow on her clit. Vitorra closed her eyes, and with her brows pressed together, she thrust her breasts to the azure sky and moaned as she squirted. The wet slap hit Robin's face, and she felt her own clit throbbing as she watched Vitorra's shapely body twisting and shuddering to release. Vitorra slumped in the grass, and the sight of her breasts rising and falling between her open thighs was enough to make Robin squirt herself. Robin crawled up between Vitorra's thighs and kissed her sweetly on the lips.

"R-Robin," Vitorra panted. She put her arms around Robin's neck. "I-I adore you . . . please don't ever leave me alone . . . I don't understand this w-world --"

"Shh," Robin whispered, rubbing her nose against Vitorra's. She hated it when tears started to the little fox's eyes. Vitorra was so afraid.

Vitorra quieted and looked in Robin's eyes with the doting of a child. "I l-love you so much," she whispered, fear cracking her voice. "I don't know what I'd do if you disappeared. What if something should happen to you?"

"Nothing will happen to me," Robin said soothingly.

Vitorra shook her head and blinked out tears, her red mane a mass around her. "You don't know that --!"

"I do know that."

"How?"

Robin smiled. "I was made to love you too."

They arrived at the shrine that night, and Mogethis was angry with Robin and Vitorra for not telling her it was near. But she also seemed to realize why they didn't tell her, so she kept her nagging and scolding to a minimum. She activated the symbol on the panel, and as the portal came to life and swirled with light, Vitorra gasped and clung to Robin's arm, her red mane slapping across her eyes.

Robin stared at the portal and wasn't certain she could move. This was it. After this, there was no changing her mind, and there was no going back.

"Step into the light, child," Mogethis said without looking at Robin. Her eyes scanned the open field and her knife was in her paw, as if she expected an attack. "Hurry!" she hissed.

Vitorra was shaking with fear. Robin smoothed down her mane and kissed her.

"Go!" Mogethis snapped.

Robin took Vitorra's paw, and with manes beating back on a ethereal wind, they stepped into the light.

And into the SummerValley.