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Chapter 39: A Terrible Power

Enya lay wriggling on her back, the lacey curtains around her wide and lavish bed lifting on a sudden breeze that swept through the window. Her legs were pulled wide part, and Yuri -- after leaving a trail of wet kisses on Enya's nipples and belly -- had her head buried between Enya's thighs and was eating Enya out with a hunger, with a terrible power that amazed her. Enya didn't think she could take Yuri's sucking lips and tongue for much longer. She felt her clit throb harder every time Yuri sucked on it -- so eagerly, so wetly that Enya's breasts were heaving and blushing.

"Yuri!" Enya cried out, her eyes flying open wide when Yuri's slender finger sank suddenly in her anus.

Yuri ignored Enya and kept fingering that tight knot even as she went down on her. Her eager gulping and sucking was soon joined by the squelching sounds of her fingers in Enya's anus. She closed her eyes and happily drank in the hot, moist scent of Enya's pussy. She even buried her nose against the lips and sucked deeply with her nostrils. She was glad when Enya gave a soft cry and her pussy squirted out more juices.

Enya still couldn't believe it: Yuri had never gone down on her like this! No, Enya was always the one who grabbed Yuri by the neck, and pinning her down, she would rip Yuri's legs apart and ravish that pink crevice. But the moment Enya led Yuri into the vast bedroom she had at the very top of the grand hut, Yuri had shoved Enya on the bed, and without preamble, had proceeded to kiss her all over, grabbing her, caressing her softness -- even dragging her tongue over Enya's nipple, over the heaving curve of her bosom and down to her clit. Enya had been shocked but aroused by the hunger, by the fire in Yuri's eyes, but Yuri did not stop her advances. And lying there twisting in the sheets as Yuri gulped away at her sex, Enya realized for the first time just how much Yuri had really missed her.

"Oh -- oh, Yuri!" Enya breathed, her brows knitting together as Yuri's eager gulping and slurping became louder. She couldn't stop the shrill moans escaping her lips and knew her cheeks were red. She clutched the twisted blanket to her breasts and whimpered, wiggling her hips against those insistent lips and tongue. But there was nothing Enya could do to escape the threat of an orgasm. When it became too much, she finally arched her back against the blankets and screamed. Her juices rushed against Yuri's mouth, and she could hear Yuri licking them up, swallowing them. She lay there panting to catch her breath, her eyes closed and her pussy still tingling as the sudden burst of pleasure slowly subsided.

Yuri finally took her hot mouth away, and Enya felt the cold slap of the air on that dripping-wet place. She shivered and pulled the blanket over her hips. She could hear Yuri moving on the bed, and her eyes flew open when she felt the sudden lapping of a tongue on her sex again: Yuri had crawled under the sheets, intent on eating her out again!

"Y-Yuri --!" Enya stammered, lifting her head. Her tan cheeks flushed pink. Yuri was now a soft rise in the blanket, and her silvery-blue buttocks and tail were sticking out from under it as she began the hungry licks all over again.

"Mmm, come on, baby," Enya heard Yuri whisper huskily under the blanket. "You taste so good . . ."

Enya shivered when she felt Yuri's hot tongue give her a hard, loving lap from anus to clit. But she suddenly ripped the blankets away. This was unreal! Yuri didn't move: she kept kneeling between Enya's spread thighs, and the very tip of her tongue lapped carefully at the round, pink knot that was Enya's clit. Her sable eyes flashed Enya a mischievous smile, then her tongue sank suddenly between Enya's pussy lips and into her sex. Enya's head fell back and she hugged her breasts with a long and low moan. Oh, god. Why hadn't she let Yuri do this before? She had always been so eager to please Yuri that she had never even considered it: she loved the taste, the smell of Yuri's pussy as much as Yuri seemed to enjoy hers.

"You like it, Enya?" Yuri whispered between laps. She didn't wait for an answer: she placed Enya's trembling thighs on her shoulders, and suddenly jerked Enya to her, sliding Enya along the sheets until she was on her back again. She buried her face once more, her head moving back and forth as her eager tongue teased Enya's little clit into wildly throbbing. Enya's whole body was growing so hot that her cheeks blushed again from this eager sucking and licking. She bit her lip, her tan curls in her eyes as she moaned and whispered Yuri's name. Yuri stroked Enya's thighs as she pleased her, and Enya looked up again, loving the sight of Yuri's head moving between her legs, loving that Yuri's cute little ass cheeks were in the air, that her tail was flashing as she sought to bring tormenting pleasures to Enya's swollen lips. She trembled all over when Yuri gave her clit a very hard suck. Her toes pointed to the ceiling, she arched her back and cried out as it happened a second time: her juices plastered Yuri's mouth, and Yuri ate them again.

Enya didn't think she could take it anymore. She sagged in the sheets and closed her eyes, silently struggling to catch her breath, that big bosom of hers heaving. She felt Yuri hovering over her, and when she opened her eyes it was to find that Yuri had straddled her lap. Enya grew hot to feel the heat of Yuri's dripping sex squashed against her thighs: Yuri was gushing from having eaten Enya out. Enya sat up on her elbow, and pulling Yuri down to her by the neck, they kissed.

They pressed their foreheads together, and Enya closed her eyes as Yuri's slender fingers twisted her nipple.

"Yuri," Enya whispered, still breathless, "what's come over you? I've never seen you like this before!"

"I missed you so much," Yuri wretchedly confessed. "Enya, anything could have happened to you!" she whispered with large sable eyes. "Anything! You scared the shit out of all of us! We thought you were dead!" Yuri grabbed Enya's face hard and whispered earnestly, "Don't ever leave me again! Swear it!"

"Yuri --!"

"Swear it!"

Seeing how anxious, how adamant Yuri was, Enya cupped her face and swore never to leave her again.

"I'm right here, honey," she whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."

Yuri seemed relieved. She threw her arms around Enya's neck and they laughed as they fell together into the pillows. Their slender bodies tangled in the sheets, they snuggled close, and Enya ran her paw happily along Yuri's hour-glass curves: over the side of her perky breast, down her waist, and over that round hip. She ran her paw down Yuri's tail and smiled when Yuri flicked it back up again.

"I love you, Yuri," Enya suddenly whispered with helpless blue eyes. "When's the last time I told you?"

"Couple minutes ago," Yuri answered, gazing up at her lover with twinkling eyes.

"Then I'll tell you again!" Enya rolled over on top of Yuri, loving the way her breasts trembled when she giggled. "I love you THIS much!"

Yuri burst out laughing when Enya held her legs wide apart to indicate, her breasts flopping everywhere. Enya knelt between her spread legs, smiling, loving the way Yuri always seemed to glow when she was so happy. She leaned down close, and kissing Yuri's lips, she said between kisses, "I love you! I love you! I love you!" Her lips traveled down Yuri neck and to her nipple. She sighed as her lips closed over it -- that pink, hard little knot jutting so nicely from the soft silvery mound! She sucked it into her lips and rolled her tongue against it with hungry smacking noises, loving when Yuri wriggled and moaned: Yuri always loved to have her tits sucked.

"Enya?" Yuri whispered breathlessly.

Enya's blue eyes were fixed on Yuri's nipple. She was looking at how glossy it was, covered as it was in spit. She pressed Yuri's breasts together and massaged them. "What?" she said absently.

Yuri sat up with mischievous sable eyes, and reaching for the scepter on the bedside table, she put it in her teeth. Enya laughed: Yuri wanted to be fucked with the scepter again.

"Please?" Yuri whispered in a muffled voice around the scepter and batted her lashes.

"Come here," Enya said, wearily amused.

Yuri sat up with the scepter still in her mouth. She turned her back to Enya and positioned herself on her knees, pointing her ass out at the air. She shivered when she felt Enya's fingers glide carefully into her sex. Enya started stroking her there, and Yuri closed her eyes and moaned when she felt Enya's fingers twist carefully at her nipple. On paws and knees, her ass pointed out, Yuri started breathing shrilly from this gentle caressing, and Enya knew exactly what she was doing: her fingers worked Yuri steadily and carefully until the hot juices were seeping in the fur on Yuri's thighs. Yuri could feel her pussy lips heaving and swelling and she whispered to herself around the scepter, ". . . . feels so good . . ."

"You like that, baby?" Enya whispered with serious satisfaction. She loved the sight of Yuri's slender body, the way Yuri's ass pointed out and her legs kept spreading even wider, a silent plea.

Enya leaned over Yuri now, and grabbing Yuri's tit in her paw, she took the scepter from her teeth and sank it carefully inside. Yuri shivered all over as the smooth, round jewel on the head of the scepter stretched her wide. She clenched her pussy against it and felt it sliding now in her juices with deep and deliciously slow thrusts. Enya was burying kisses in her neck now and her fingers twisting Yuri's nipple made her hot all over.

Yuri started rubbing her own clit as Enya leaned over her, sinking the scepter carefully in and out, and she knew Enya was watching hungrily as she brought her own little clit into a maddening throb.

"I love when you touch yourself," Enya breathlessly confessed, her lips near Yuri's ear. "Here, touch your other tit . . . oh, yes, that's it, baby . . ." She groaned and sank the scepter so deeply now that Yuri cried out, shivering all over. This sensual pleasure, being in Enya's arm as she was fucked so deeply, so carefully . . . it was too much. Yuri remembered Talib's advice and started making noise. Her shrill gasps filled the room the deeper Enya fucked her until she fell forward with a cry. She caught herself on her paws and came sticky and hot over the scepter. Enya carefully pulled it out, and they cuddled again together in the bed.

"If I knew you would like it so much," Enya said breathlessly after a while, "I would've fucked you with my fist a long time ago." She held Yuri close in her arm.

"I -- I didn't know if I would like it. I thought about asking you, but I was scared someone might find out. Zaldon was always so strict about me staying 'pure' for my first mating season." Yuri rolled her eyes, thinking with a fond smile of her over-protective parent.

"So you wanted me to all this time?" Enya asked, surprised. "What about going down on me? Did you want that too?"

"Y-Yes," Yuri admitted, blushing. "I just didn't know how to ask, Enya, and besides: I always loved it when you went down on me."

"Because I'm the only one who can please you so deeply," Enya returned, "and don't you ever forget it. I bet Zane never made you come like that -- again and again," Enya added, for she had fucked Yuri yet again with the scepter back in the room where Talib had come to punish her everyday, and down on her knees happily taking it, Yuri had come over and over with the scepter inside of her.

"Zane never really went down on me," Yuri answered.

Enya snorted.

"He didn't!"

"Yeah, right," said Enya miserably.

Yuri sat up, indignant. "Enya, I'm telling the truth! Zane has never gone down on me! He stopped pursuing me after I turned him down: I asked him to -- to help betray you! But being with Zane, it was nothing like being with you. And when I was with him, I wished every minute that he was you holding me, you touching me . . ."

Enya sat up, hugging her knees. "I felt the same way when I was with Theo."

Yuri stared at her back with large sable eyes.

"We made love on the riverbank, and as he pushed inside of me, I closed my eyes," Enya whispered, closing her eyes and lifting her chin. Yuri felt a pang of sadness when Enya's lip trembled and she added, "And I thought of you."

Yuri put her arm around Enya's shoulders, dropping her head against her lover's. "I'm so sorry, Enya," she whispered, "for hurting you. I'm so s-sor --"

Enya kissed Yuri without warning. It was a trembling kiss, an earnest kiss, and cupping Enya's face, Yuri felt the wet streak of a tear. She pulled back and Enya's blue eyes were glistening with them.

"Oh, please don't cry," Yuri begged, taking Enya suddenly into her arms. She heard Enya sniffling against her and started stroking her mane. "Don't cry anymore, Enya -- I can't stand it!"

"You should be glad I'm crying," Enya returned.

Yuri pulled back, startled. "Why?!"

Enya smiled through her tears. "Because I'm so damn happy."

Realizing that these were tears of joy, Yuri laughed, and they snuggled down together in the blankets and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Yuri later came awake when she felt what she thought was a hot breeze ruffling her mane. She soon realized it was breath -- breath blowing gently, teasingly against her ear! Her eyes fluttered slowly open, and looking up, Zane's bulking silver body filled her vision. She gave a little gasp and sat up quickly. Her frightened eyes darted to Enya's sleeping form, and she was relieved that she had not woken: Enya was on her belly, one arm hugging a pillow and a small smile on her lips.

Yuri turned back to Zane. He lay reclined in the pillows, his big arms behind his head. He smiled at Yuri, and Yuri gulped to see his body, so big and muscular, displayed so shamelessly in front of her. She struggled to keep from looking at his cock, which she could see out of the corner of her eye laying soft and yet incredibly thick against his thigh.

"How's her highness?" Zane playfully asked.

Yuri folded her arms. "What are you doing here?" she scolded.

Zane rolled his eyes: as soon as Enya was back in the picture, Yuri was back to folding her arms, scrunching up her pretty face, and rejecting him. But for some reason, he didn't mind it anymore.

"Glad to see you two kissed and made up," Zane said with a nod at Enya's sleeping form. "So where did she kiss you? Here? There?"

Yuri squealed when Zane tweaked her nipple, then touched her sex as he spoke. She batted him off and hissed for him to stop it: the last thing she wanted was for Enya to wake!

"Will you get out of here!" Yuri demanded, shoving Zane in his big shoulder. "How did you get in here, anyway? Talib told me you were being punished."

Zane blushed a little. "Enya called it off once she made up with you. I was the slave of this big guy for a while, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. I thought he would, you know, rape me or something. But all he really did was keep me tied to this bed, and he would suck my dick or play with it, and every now and then . . . he'd stick his cock in my mouth." Zane winced just thinking about, and Yuri gazed up at him sympathetically.

"But afterwards," Zane went on brightly now, "when Enya called off her dogs, I was bathed and pampered by all these hot females. Hell, one of them even sat on my cock in the bath. She let me tit-fuck her," he said, making Yuri blush. He curled his big paws over invisible breasts and went on dreamily: "I bent her back over the edge of the basin, then I stood over her and rammed my cock in-between her tits. God, it was nice. I rubbed her titties against me real hard and the whole time she was moaning and wailing. Then you know what she does? As I'm pushin' my dick between her tits, she lifts her head and takes it in her mouth!" He sighed, slumping against the pillows. "I came all over her. Then we did it again. And after that . . ." He grinned dreamily. "I could forgive Enya for anything."

Yuri slouched in the pillows too and rolled her eyes. Maybe Roan was right: maybe they were both just horny idiots. Hadn't she been having fun with Talib while Zane was raping breasts?

"I got to fuck her pussy too," Zane went on. He grabbed Yuri's little thigh in his paw without warning, and she trembled to realize how thin, how slender and helpless she was beside him. His body, as ever, seemed to consume her whenever he was around. She wriggled her leg to get free of his grasp, but Zane didn't let go: his gray eyes were fixed hungrily on her sex.

"Zane!" Yuri wailed when Zane kept staring.

"I just want to see," he said. "You see, I've started to notice how some females have a huge clit -- like yours --"

Yuri bit her lip to stifle a cry when Zane carefully poked her clit. She frowned and slapped his paw.

"And others have a clit that's practically buried by their big pussy lips. Your pussy lips aren't that big, Yuri, not until they're swollen," he went on thoughtfully. "Mora and Nyssa practically don't have pussy lips at all, but that female I had last night?" He grinned. "She had nice, big, slobbering pussy lips -- the kind I love to pinch and suck . . ."

Laying there with Zane holding her legs spread, Yuri grew very still, her bosom heaving. It was just like that time when they were thirteen and she had been so terrified of getting caught with him. He had approached her in the shadowy hall, and smiling at her, he had squeezed her breast. She'd been so scared that she couldn't move, and she was terrified now: what if Enya woke up?

"Zane," Yuri whispered breathlessly, "cut it out -- get out of here!"

"Or what?" Zane said derisively. "Enya will order my head on a platter? I can look at you if I want. Hell, Enya's been with Mora and Nyssa plenty of times and she knew damn-well that I liked them -- UH! That is -- I mean . . ." Zane slapped his forehead. "Goddamn it . . ."

Yuri laughed at him: he had just blurted the fact that he'd always secretly liked Mora and Nyssa, something she had suspected anyway. But Zane's words suddenly hit Yuri: Enya had been with Mora and Nyssa? She grabbed Zane's arm, demanding to know if it was true.

Zane laughed at the raw jealousy in those sable eyes. "Enya gets around a lot, Yuri. She's been with more females than her father and I combined. Wait . . . you didn't know that?"

Yuri dismally shook her head.

Seeing her misery, Zane lifted her chin and said, "Yuri, Enya loves you! It doesn't matter how many females she was with in the past: you'll always have her heart."

They smiled at each other, then Zane glowered at Enya's slack, dream-absorbed expression. "Stupid fool. She wouldn't have done all this if she didn't love you."

"And I love her too," Yuri said helplessly. She looked up at Zane in earnest. "Oh, Zane, if you could only see how deeply blue her eyes can be when she says it, that she loves me." Yuri sighed. "I'd do anything in the world for her, for those eyes."

Zane watched Yuri, silently understanding at last that Enya possessed Yuri's heart and Enya alone. Yuri was always so happy whenever she talked about Enya. She spoke of Enya as if she was some sort of goddess or something! Zane snorted to himself and didn't understand why: Enya was a bossy, temperamental little brat as far as he was concerned. But he also knew deep down that Enya had a good heart: fun-loving, silly, and affectionate Enya. He truly believed in that moment that Enya could make Yuri happy, and he watched fondly as Yuri lovingly dragged her paw over Enya's tan curls.

"So how's Keeno?" Yuri whispered anxiously. "They didn't punish him very badly, did they?"

Zane shook his head. "Uncle Keeno's fine. A little disgusted. But fine. He must've taken sixty baths after they let him go. I heard they had him on his knees taking it in the ass and sucking cock at the same time." Zane gave a low whistle and shook his head.

Yuri groaned. "I wish Enya would make up with her father! She hasn't mentioned Keeno once yet, and I've been careful not to bring him up either."

"That's smart of you, Yuri," Zane returned. "Maybe you have the balls to handle Enya after all!"

"Zane!" Yuri shoved him playfully, and they were laughing when they both heard a groan.

They fell still when Enya shifted against the sheets and frowned in her sleep. Her eyes blinked slowly open, and seeing Zane lying there in the bed beside Yuri, she slowly sat up. Her jaw stood out so hard in her anger that Yuri and Zane were strongly reminded of Kilyan.

Yuri bit her lip, red in the face and on the brink of stammering out some explanation when Zane spoke first.

"Hey, Enya," he said, his ears back flat on his head, "before you blow your lid, I only came up here to ap --"

The word was barely out of Zane's mouth when Enya suddenly lunged across Yuri and swung. Yuri gave a soft scream to see blood fly from Zane's busted lip. Enya had socked him so hard that he'd fallen back in the pillows.

"Enya!" Yuri cried, shocked.

Enya ignored her: "That was for fucking Yuri!" she said, waving her sharp little fist at Zane. "And this is for getting Theo disowned by his father!" And she pinched Zane's tender pink nipple.

Yuri winced to see Zane cry out: Zane had always hated to be pinched, especially there. But he didn't protest. He didn't even fight. He just lay there and gazed up at Enya with sad gray eyes.

Enya's expression softened. "And this is for being the big, stupid, protective, annoying cousin that I love," she added, and leaning down, she embraced Zane's thick neck.

Zane closed his eyes, smiled, and hugged Enya tightly back. Yuri was relieved to see them reconciled, but she gave out a little scream when Zane suddenly tackled them both to the bed. They fell hard under him, their breasts shivering with their giggles, and they giggled even harder when Zane kissed them all over their faces.

"Just promise me," Zane said down to them, "that you'll take care of each other." He looked down at them with earnest gray eyes and said, "Take care of Yuri, Enya! Or I swear to god I'll come and take her away!"

"You just try it," Enya returned, playfully baring her fangs. "Now get off us," she added, squirming. "I can feel your dick!"

With wicked gray eyes, Zane rocked his hips against them. They both saw Yuri blush when she started to get moist. Smiling in weary amusement at her lover, Enya cupped the back of Yuri's head and gave her her tongue. Yuri kissed Enya eagerly back.

Zane started to back off, as if he would leave the two alone, but Enya reached down without pausing and pulled one of Yuri's thighs open. Zane didn't move as his eyes went to that hot, moist place, and they saw his cock stand erect. Yuri looked worried, but Enya only looked amused. She even took two fingers and spread Yuri's pussy lips for Zane to enter. Yuri's breasts heaved: were they both going to make love to her?!

"Oh, no," Yuri moaned when her clit started to throb.

"Oh, yes," Enya whispered against her lips.

Holding Yuri's thigh open, Enya kissed her again, and Yuri started to tremble when she felt Zane's wide shaft slowly sink between her swollen lips. Yuri gasped. Zane had filled her so completely that her pink lips were stretched taunt around him. Zane started moving slowly inside her, and she couldn't believe it when Enya lifted one of her tits for him to suck! Zane sucked wetly on Yuri's nipple, working his tongue and lips with loud gulping sounds.

As Zane continued thrusting inside of Yuri and sucking her nipple so wetly and slowly, Enya reached down and started massaging Yuri's little throbbing clit.

Helpless as the other two sucked and caressed her toward an orgasm, Yuri wriggled and moaned, panted and finally screamed. She came against Zane's thrusting cock. He hurried to pull out and they heard him spill his juices on the sheets with a weak cry. He flopped heavily at Yuri's side, and the three of them lay there panting into the silence.

For the first time ever, Yuri wished that she could have both Enya and Zane. But she quickly banished the thought: Enya and Zane got along as well as fire and ice.

"That," said Enya, pulling Yuri close, "is the last time you'll ever fuck Yuri. I hope you savored every moment."

Lying on his back, Zane closed his eyes and smiled. Yuri giggled. Enya scowled.

"I can deal with that," Zane said after gazing off dreamily. "But I hope you'll let me tickle her every now and then!"

Catching Yuri off guard, Zane buried kisses in her neck that made her giggle and squirm. Enya was joining in when the curtain of the room was suddenly ripped aside. They all looked up: standing in the doorway with narrowed eyes was a group of armed warriors, all males -- and all pissed.

"So it's true," said the male in the lead. "Our queen is a pussy-licking cunt." He shook his head darkly. "Well, she is our queen no more." They were mortified when he pointed his spear and shouted, "GET THEM!"

Roaring and snarling, the warriors charged into the room. Zane's face contorted when he bared his fangs, and Yuri's mouth fell open: she had never seen Zane so vicious and wild! But faced with protecting his cousin and her lover, Zane tore into the charging warriors, shouting for the girls to run. He was a head taller than them all, and he fought fiercely, smacking many of them into the walls and even lifting them bodily and throwing them.

In her horror, Yuri sat there frozen. She only came to her senses when Enya grabbed her paw and yanked Yuri after her. They scrambled for the curtain, but more warriors poured in from the hall and seized them. Lust dancing in their eyes, they forced the girls' arms behind their backs and tied their wrists with rope. Seeing this happening even as he was surrounded, Zane shouted, "NO!"

Yuri tried not to cry, tried not to gasp or scream as the warriors took turns groping her breasts. They slapped her ass, letting their paws cup to the shape of her buttocks. They pulled her head back by the mane to make her trembling breasts jut out, and some of them squeezed her tits and leaned down with eager groans to lick the nipples.

"Do we have time to fuck them?" Yuri was horrified to hear one warrior ask.

The one in the lead shook his head. "Not the females. We have strict orders from the new captain to bring them out straight away. We can take our time with the males, though."

Yuri gasped when she heard a strained grunt. She peered with dread back into the room and gasped again: Zane had been wrestled down onto the bed, where he was being raped ruthlessly in the mouth and ass.

"You sons of bitches!" Enya was snarling. "Let me go -- ah!"

Yuri saw with another thrill of horror that two males had ganged up on Enya and were twisting her nipples. They slapped her breasts back and forth, watching them jiggle with serious satisfaction. Another wolf fingered Enya's pussy from behind, kicking her legs apart to get his fingers inside. Standing there with her arms bound behind her back, Enya wiggled and twisted so wildly against this gentle assault that the warriors laughed and lifted her right off her feet. Yuri saw Enya's body lifted high into the air, and she was carried away like a funeral procession, only the "corpse" kicked and squirmed and growled every time she was laughingly violated.

Yuri, however, was thrown unceremoniously over a warrior's shoulder, and she too was carried away up the hall.

The warriors carried Yuri and Enya through the shadowy streets, where crowds of wolves howled insults at them, threw garbage and rocks, and chanted with an insane light in their eyes for the death of the queen.

As Yuri was borne along, she could hear Enya sobbing somewhere up ahead. Her pitiful screams and the dull thunks that proceeded them made it more than obvious Enya was being hit very hard with garbage and rocks. Yuri closed her eyes and felt hot tears escaping. She was glad suddenly that she had been thrown over this warrior's shoulder: in this position, she could not see Enya's suffering. But Yuri squeezed her eyes shut tighter and whimpered when Enya screamed yet again: hearing Enya's suffering was no better.

Declaring that they did not want to defile their village with the blood of "cunts," the warriors carried Yuri and Enya through the tunnel with the scared paintings and out into the pale sunlight.

Enya had sobbed brokenly as they passed through the tunnel, her wretched sniffles echoing off the walls until eventually, she fell silent. Yuri somehow knew without having to see Enya that she was grimly preparing herself for the stoning that was obviously about to take place.

They passed up the mountain trail in a dour silence, steadily climbing higher and higher. Hanging over the warrior's shoulder and ignoring it when he fingered her, Yuri could see the meadows stretching away far below and the distant rolling trees that comprised the northern forest. It was still very early, still a little dark as the world awoke, and Yuri felt the chill morning breeze ruffle her fur. Such a beautiful morning, and yet . . . such a heinous thing was about to take place under its gorgeous sky!

They came at last to a rocky summit, where a cliff jutted from the face of the mountain. Yuri and Enya were dumped on the cliff. They hit something wet and soft and scrambled back screaming: bodies! Two females were already here! Bloody and broken, one skinny and gray, the other auburn and quite lovely. The auburn female had her neck broken and her blank eyes stared in silent horror at the sky. Yuri covered her mouth with a trembling paw: the captain of the royal guard -- Talib's sister and what had obviously been her lover! She realized with a skip of her heart that she and Enya would soon look that way: still and silent, pale, lifeless, and limp.

Yuri broke down sobbing and screamed, her mind a whirl of pain. A rock had hit her shoulder hard, so hard she saw blood slick down the fur. Another rock caught her cheek as it flew by, ripping open the flesh. Tears pouring from her eyes, she shielded her face and felt the sudden warmth of Enya's soft body embracing her from behind. As if this affection enraged the warriors even more, they threw their stones harder.

Yuri and Enya sobbed, cuts pinching open and leaking out blood as the rocks flew. With every hit, Enya held Yuri tighter. Her face was near Yuri's cheek, and she could feel Enya's tears mixing with her own.

"I l-love . . . love you," Enya managed to whisper in Yuri's ear and she kissed her cheek.

Sobbing hard now, Yuri turned to face Enya and embraced her. "Enya," she whispered, shrinking behind her mane when a rock soared past her ear. "Enya, I'm s-scared!"

"Don't be," Enya whispered back, "because you're with me!"

They smiled at each other, and with trembling lips, they kissed. One of the warriors gave a roar of rage at this. Yuri felt Enya choke behind the kiss. Enya's lips were ripped away, and when Yuri opened her eyes, she screamed: a heavy rock had hit Enya hard on the temple. She was crumpled in the dirt, red blood a sticky web over her face, her foot twitching. Blinded by tears, Yuri threw her body over Enya's, shielding her from the sudden heavy rain of sharp stones that came their way because of their desperate kiss. She felt the rocks nicking her, tearing her, but she didn't care. The very last thing she wanted to do in this world was hold Enya. Nothing else mattered.

But the stones suddenly stopped coming. Yuri kept laying there, thinking wretchedly that maybe they would break her neck now the way they'd broken Captain Teesa's. But she looked up when she heard voices:

"ENYA! Oh, my g-god -- I'm comin', honey!"

"Yuri! Yuri, get up! You must transport us out of here --"

Yuri saw white lights flashing, heard snarling and fighting, cursing and the sudden sick crunch of bones snapping. Yuri looked up, her bloody mane in her eyes, and her heart leapt: Zaldon, Kel, and the others had escaped the village and come to rescue them! Zaldon was blasting the mountain wolves with searing white lights that shot from his fingers -- destructive magic -- and Yuri could see burns slicing in the fur of the falling warriors. Kel, Zane, Roan and Theo, meanwhile, were fighting fiercely with whatever they could get their paws on, struggling with punches and snarls to take their adversaries down.

Yuri saw Keeno come bursting through the fight, and with a contorted face, he fell to his knees beside Yuri and Enya. Yuri sat up and watched miserably as Keeno gathered his daughter's limp body into his arms, and rocking back and forth with her, he moaned over and over, "Oh, god, oh, god, oh, g-god, En-Enya!" He bowed his head over her body and sobbed.

"Yuri!" Zaldon snarled, blasting down yet another warrior. "Get us out of here! I know you can do --"

Zaldon was suddenly stuck in the face by the butt end of a spear. Blood flew as he folded to the ground in a cloud of dirt, and Kel ran to him with a shout, dropping to his knees beside him.

Yuri's eyes narrowed in a sudden rush of rage. The blood pumping hot in her veins, she threw her arms open. Her head fell back, and kneeling there bloody and torn, she opened her mouth wide in a scream so terrible, so powerful that her mane fluttered back on an ethereal breeze. The world rippled like a heat wave, the ground trembled and cracked to emit smoke as Yuri's scream continued, growing louder and fiercer around her fangs until a white light blinded all.