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Chapter 32: Divide and Conquer

Yuri was trembling. She didn't know where she was or why she was here, only that green vines were holding her paws above her head until her breasts were forced to jut forward. She was on her knees, and having the vines hold her body up by the wrists, her head fell back every now and then. She could feel her nipples standing out against the cool air, the brush of butterflies, the distant cry of wolves . . . wolves having sex? She thought she heard grunting and growling and the shrill shrieking of females, grass rustling, and a squelching noise that was oddly arousing . . .

It was a dark cave and quiet, the butterflies a constant torment to Yuri's nipples and sex. How long she had been here, kneeling in the darkness, the vines holding her up by the wrists, she hadn't a clue. But she was hungry and tired and scared: where was everyone else? What was going to happen to her? And why . . .? Why did she feel so dizzy and weak, as if she'd been drugged?

Yuri's head fell forward until her straight, silvery mane was a veil around her. She closed her eyes, but the sudden sound of feet stepping across the soft earth made her ears prick forward. She lifted her head again, and her mane fell back like flowing water around her face. Enya! Yuri couldn't believe it, but Enya was standing in the mouth of the cave!

"Enya!" Yuri eagerly choked out. "Oh, thank g-god you're all right! Where are we? Are the others okay?"

Enya made no answer. Just stood there smiling at her, a small and almost taunting smile.

"Hurry, get my arms free!" Yuri tried again, and she twisted her arms against the vines, making her big breasts jiggle like jelly. "We have to get out of here! We have to find the others! Enya!"

What was going on here? Yuri scowled when Enya only licked her lips, the lust in her blue eyes as clear as day. She moved slowly and seductively into the cave, her tan hips swaying, that white bosom of hers heaving a little with her building excitement. She stopped in front of Yuri, and she was so close now that her sex was nearly in Yuri's face. Enya leaned down close, and lifting one of her breasts to Yuri's lips, she whispered for her to suck it. Yuri couldn't believe it! But looking down at Enya's pink nipple, so hard and jutting and just waiting for her, she suddenly couldn't resist. She sucked on Enya's tit wet and slow, her tongue brushing over those sensitive nerve-endings, pulling that little hard knot into her lips until she heard Enya's lips part with a sharp gasp. She smacked on the nipple, then traced her tongue over it, loving Enya's little frown of delight.

"Yes, that's it, baby," Enya whispered, reaching down to squeeze Yuri's breasts.

Yuri shivered in the vines at this touching. Enya pressed Yuri by the neck to the wall, and squatting down now, she kissed her deeply. Yuri's lips pulled back just as eagerly. How long had she waited for this? The pull of Enya's fervent lips against her own? The taste of Enya's sweet breath, her hungry tongue, the brush of her soft fur? Yuri was moaning now as she kissed Enya back, and Enya was pushing her silvery mane behind her ears, Enya was touching her face. As they continued kissing, Yuri felt Enya fumbling for her thighs, then Yuri was pushed back on her butt and her legs were pulled wide part, divided until the pink pussy lips peeled open and expelled the rich perfume of her arousal. Her wrists still held aloft by the vines, Yuri's breasts heaved and blushed. Enya was looking down at Yuri's pink sex, and running her tongue lustily over her teeth, she suddenly sank her fingers. Yuri gasped, squirming in the vines again. She whispered Enya's name as those caressing fingers sank even deeper, gliding in and out, pinching in her juices, pinching her flexing pussy lips.

"Oh, Enya," Yuri whispered weakly, her eyes closed as the pleasure mounted. She was short of breath and she knew she was probably red in the face, that her breasts were probably blushing. "Oh, Enya, touch me! God, yes! Yes!" Her head fell back and she felt her pussy heave, on the brink of giving. She gave a small whimpering cry and felt her juices coming now, gushing over those insistent fingers. But the fingers suddenly withdrew, and squirming against the wall, Yuri let out a choked cry when she felt the sudden intrusion of Enya's little fist. That fist came up and inside of her sharp and fast, and she gasped at the jolting punch of it. Enya squelched her arm up and in Yuri's glossy juices with quick, hungry jabs that held Yuri's pink sex taunt and straining around it.

Yuri wriggled, squealed, and wailed as Enya's fist shot up harder and faster and so deliciously deep inside that a scream came up out of her, a scream so loud that her breasts trembled with its release. She came over Enya's fist, her juices gushing, and breathless and red-faced, she sagged in the vines and bowed her head. God. She had never been fucked so wetly, so thickly, so deeply in her life. How . . . how was it possible?

Yuri slowly lifted her head. Enya was smiling lovingly down on her, was stroking her mane. She kissed Yuri's ears and whispered some words that were a blur to Yuri. The words echoed painfully against her ears, as if three wolves had spoken at once. Yuri cringed. Enya's touch was suddenly strange to her. Something was wrong here.

"Enya?" Yuri tried again. "The vines? Please, let me down."

Enya only smiled. "Why?"

Yuri gaped at her. "Enya, we have to get out --"

A sharp slap cut the air. Yuri's face was burning from the blow, and when she looked up again, Enya was still smiling, this time coldly, triumphantly.

"Shut up, slave," Enya whispered, and her voice echoed yet again, ringing painfully in Yuri's ears. Yuri's ears went back flat on her head to drown out the sound.

"You will do what I tell you to do. When you prove yourself a good slave, I'll let you out of these vines. Hell . . . maybe I'll even let you sit on my cock."

Yuri just stared at Enya, not sure if she'd heard her right. "Enya, what in the world are you talking --?"

Enya grabbed Yuri's face without warning, and yanking her close, she kissed her hard on the mouth. Yuri melted into the heat, the sheer power of the kiss. The taste of berries filled her mouth, and suddenly, Enya's paws were everywhere on Yuri's body, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them, smoothing over her round hips, clutching her buttocks in fistfuls. Yuri wriggled and moaned, helpless against this eager touching, helpless against her throbbing clit and her body's burning need to be pleased. In an attempt to stop her arousal, she squeezed her thighs together, but Enya seemed displeased by this: she yanked Yuri's thighs apart again and told her that a good slave was never to shut her legs to her master.

Yuri just stared at Enya with large, incredulous sable eyes. What the hell was going on here! But Enya moved close before she could dare to ask again, and kneeling in front of Yuri, she sank her fingers in her sex.

"I'm gonna fuck you," Enya whispered in Yuri's ear, curling her fingers in Yuri's sex until her hips were yanked forward. "I'm gonna fuck you til you pass out, little mortal." She laughed nastily, and Yuri felt a chill that made her fur stand on end.

Silently panicking, Yuri drank in Enya's scent with a heave of her nostrils. That wasn't Enya's smell at all! And she knew suddenly where she was: this was the Secret Valley, and this wolf kneeling before her and toying with her body -- this was a nymph!

With Yuri's sudden realization, the nymph's Glamour lost its power, and Yuri saw who was really standing before her: a toned and yet slender white male with beautifully slanted eyes, a mocking mouth, and a long white mane that lifted on a non-existent breeze. God, he was beautiful, so handsome and tall. Yuri felt her breath momentarily taken away. But she came sharply back to earth when the white wolf hooked a finger in her mouth, and prying her lips open, he stood in front of her and suddenly rammed his cock in.

Yuri choked as that great salty shaft sank so deep into her mouth that she felt the soft head nudging the back of her throat. Her spit gushed over the dick as she gagged, and she was horrified when the white wolf started moving his hips rhythmically against her head, pushing that big pink cock in and out of her mouth.

Still kneeling, her arms pulled above her head and bound by the vines, Yuri was helpless and moaning as her wet lips and hot tongue brought the white wolf such pleasures that his head fell back and he whispered, "Oh, yes. . . ." Yuri silently seethed, wishing she could chomp down, but such a thing was out of the question: the white wolf's cock was so big that it was holding her mouth open wide until her lips were sore. So she gurgled and sputtered, her long lashes fluttering, her sable eyes suffering as that big dick slid against her tongue. He grabbed her by the mane now and started pulling her head toward his cock, pumping himself against her lips in rhythm until what Yuri had been dreading happened at last: the wolf came.

Again, the taste of berries filled Yuri's mouth. She struggled to swallow it down and felt it seeping over her lips, hot and gushing and thick. The wolf withdrew with a satisfied little sigh. Slumping exhausted in her vines, Yuri was glad to see his pink cock go soft, flopping against his balls. He smiled down at her in satisfaction, then patted her head and spoke more echoing words. Yuri winced to shut the words out. Their echoing hurt her ears so badly! Then the wolf turned away and withdrew, exiting the cave and walking down a hill into the green and glowing world beyond.

Hanging in the vines, Yuri blinked, trying to push the pain in her ears away. This pain she felt every time the white wolf spoke, it was a warning sign, a sign that a sorceress was taught to feel. Yuri had already obtained the ability to resist the Glamour of a nymph from Zaldon. The pain she'd felt had been her own magic giving off the siren, warning her that there was danger, warning her to keep on her guard.

As Yuri knelt there, her arms above her head, her breasts heaving from the recent rape of her mouth, she spit the dripping cum from her lips and tried to think of some way to escape. She was almost a fully trained sorceress, and using her powers against these creatures should have been very easy so long as she kept her emotions in check. But she needed to reach the minds of the others! Surely she hadn't been the only one captured in her sleep?

Yuri closed her eyes and silently tried to reach out to the others, calling each of their names. She knew they would not be able to answer, but if they heard her voice, it might help to break the Glamour of the nymphs.

Yuri was silently trying to reach Roan (and receiving no indication that he was well) when the image of mountains suddenly broke into her thoughts, shattering them. Yuri gasped and sagged in her vines from the jolting, from the frantic surge of power this image had sent to her. The mountains . . . the northern mountains!

Yuri's eyes flew open. "Zaldon?" she whispered, the sable eyes happy and relieved. Zaldon was trying to reach her with a Sending! He was letting her know where he was. She closed her eyes again and saw flowery meadows, stars, moonlight . . . Zaldon's Sending was very vivid and clear, and Yuri knew that he was using every ounce of his strength to send it to her. Then came words into Yuri's mind, Zaldon's voice, calm and yet very firm, almost desperate:

_Yuri! You must transport yourself out of there -- now! _

"But . . . but the others, Zaldon!" Yuri whispered, her eyes closed, frowning against the sharp echo of his words in her mind. "We can't leave the others behind --"

_We're not! _Zaldon answered, a little impatient now, and Yuri knew he was struggling to keep calm: if he lost control of his emotions, he would lose contact with her.

Yuri closed her eyes and silently did as she was told. She focused her entire being on being where Zaldon was: in the shadowy meadows, the scent of the wild flowers, the full moon making the tips of the green grass glow. The harsh smell of smoke filled her nostrils, and moments later, she felt the cool breeze ruffling her fur. The smell of grass and flowers and earth blasted her. Free now of the vines, Yuri fell forward with a weak cry and was warmed to feel what was undeniably Zaldon's hard chest against her cheek, Zaldon's big arms catching her.

"Oh, Yuri! Yuri!" Zaldon moaned, stroking down Yuri's fluttering mane, kissing her head with a desperation that made her smile against him. "God, what is this on your face? What have they done to you!"

Zaldon had tilted Yuri's face up to him by the chin, and she knew with a flush that he had seen the nymph's yellow cum on her lips. She quickly wiped it off and threw her arms happily around Zaldon's thick neck. Zaldon hugged her back, his big arms trembling around her.

"Oh, Pa-pa!" Yuri whispered happily. "Pa-pa . . . Pa-pa . . ." She felt her heart heave warmly when Zaldon whispered loving words in the moon tongue and hugged her even tighter. Trapped in Zaldon's arms, Yuri's eyes fluttered open again, and she saw Kel kneeling in the grass over Roan's limp body. She broke free of Zaldon with a horrified cry.

"It's okay, Yuri," Zaldon told her, smiling and dragging his big paw under his eyes.

Yuri was saddened to see Zaldon had been crying for her. His watery black eyes were glistening in the moonlight. She squeezed his paw and kissed his cheek, begging him not to cry, telling him that she was fine.

"But . . . Roan?" Yuri's eyes went sadly to Roan's black body down in the grass. No wonder she hadn't been able to reach him: he was unconscious!

"Roan is fine," Zaldon gently assured her.

"If we can just get some food in him," Kel added, tenderly gathering his grandson into his arms. He pulled Roan's weak body into a sitting position and carefully tipped a wooden canister to his lips. Roan groaned but slowly came awake, parting his lips the tiniest bit to receive the cold stew.

"They drugged him," Zaldon softly explained.

Yuri grabbed Zaldon's arm and peered earnestly into his face. "Zane? Keeno?" For she had noticed with a thrill of horror that neither one of them was there!

"I used all my strength just to reach you and Roan. I need your help to Summon Keeno and Zane, Yuri."

Yuri grew very still, the sable eyes wide. A Summoning was a dangerous sort of magic: if the practitioner was not skilled enough, they could wind up summoning a wolf's severed arm or leg. It was something sorcerers did as a last resort, and Yuri was scared out of her wits: what if they only managed to Summon Zane's gaping head? Keeno's left arm? She had a sick feeling just thinking about it.

"It will be fine," Zaldon assured her, touching the back of his fingers to her cheek. "Because we both care so much for Keeno and Zane, the power of our love combined will keep them safe from calamity. Just don't lose focus, Yuri! Remember what I taught you."

Yuri nodded. She and Zaldon knelt facing each other. Zaldon offered his big paws and Yuri took them. They knelt holding paws, then closed their eyes. Yuri slowly felt it happening, just as it always had when practicing with Zaldon: a slow heat building over their paws, a flickering flame that was blossoming, unfolding like a flower. She heard Kel gasp and knew what he had seen: the red and ghostly flower of their magic rising up and up toward the twinkling sky, growing larger and rounder until two bodies appeared in its depths. Yuri swallowed and squeezed her eyes shut tighter when she felt Zaldon squeeze her fingers, a silent urging that she keep her focus.

That great red bubble of magic that had formed over their heads slowly descended until it touched the grass, where it disappeared with a soft pop, like a soap bubble winking out of existence.

Zaldon and Yuri were breathless when they opened their eyes, but they grinned: Keeno and Zane were laying in the grass, looking dazed and confused and, no doubt, wondering how they'd gotten there. Both of them were rock hard, and Yuri giggled: they had obviously been messing around with the nymphs, sex slaves in the vines.

Zaldon eased big Zane into a sitting position, and after pulling his great-nephew's eyelid back and peering into his sleepy eye, he nodded as if Zane would be just fine and moved on to Keeno. He helped Keeno sit up too and gave him a light slap across the face that seemed to pull him from the drugging Glamour of the nymphs.

"Wha -- who?" Keeno blinked away the spell and winced when he realized he was rock hard. Zaldon let him go, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows against his knees and burying his face in his paws. He could have sworn he'd just been in the middle of fucking Zalia and Lea. But now he realized who he'd really been fucking and dragged his paws over his face with a groan.

"Coming back down to earth?" Yuri asked Zane playfully.

Zane shook himself, his mane tossing. He looked around at Yuri, and when he blushed furiously, she knew he had probably just come from "fucking" her, Mora, and Nyssa. But Zane's gray eyes went past Yuri, and he exclaimed, "Roan! What's the matter with him!" Yuri watched him rush to his brother's side, where he knelt watching as Kel cradled Roan and carefully fed him. After peering down at Roan sadly for a moment, Zane gazed questioningly into his grandfather's face.

"Roan will be just fine, Zane," Kel softly assured him. "The nymphs gave something to him, something Zaldon had to flush out."

Zane made a disgusted face, and Roan managed hoarsely, "Oh, shut up, Zane . . ."

The brothers laughed, and Yuri grinned, just glad that everyone was okay.

"They took us in the night," Keeno said, groaning as he slapped himself with water from his canteen. "But how did you two get away?" He looked in amazement at Kel and Zaldon.

Kel and Zaldon avoided each other's eyes: the nymphs had taken the others because they had fallen asleep on watch after a long and deeply satisfying fuck. Left alone in the deserted camp, they had vowed to each other that they would never make that mistake again.

"We were on watch, of course," Zaldon answered. "We were awake. A sorcerer awake is not a sorcerer easily captured."

"The fact that the two of us were awake might have saved all our lives," Kel added. "Had all of us been asleep (had Zaldon and I not woken up, Kel thought guiltily), we'd all be there now, eternal slaves in that place."

Zane looked off with a dreamy expression. "That wouldn't have been too bad."

"Zane!" Yuri scolded, and Zane grinned, thinking with a growing heat of Yuri, Mora, and Nyssa pressing around him again, their jelly tits shivering against him, their kisses on his body. God, it was as if his dreams had finally come true!

"Living in the Secret Valley forever would have been no picnic, Zane," Zaldon warned his great nephew. "Remember that. Hmm?"

Zane nodded obediently but still thought with a private smile of the foursome he'd just emerged from no matter that it hadn't been the real thing.

"So where are we?" Zane wondered, scratching his ears.

"The meadows," Keeno told him, "just outside the northern forest."

"What should we do now?" Zane further questioned his elders, his ears pricking forward in his bewilderment and alarm. "I mean, Enya and Theo could still be back there!"

Zaldon shook his head. "They aren't, Zane. I sent out a Silent Sending in an attempt to feel for their minds. They aren't in the valley anymore."

Keeno grew very still, looking at Zaldon with dark eyes full of dread. ". . . then where do you think they are?"

Zaldon said nothing, but they all saw his black eyes drift grimly to the mountains standing shrouded in mist and mystery in the distance.