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The pillows were warm from the lingering heat of the midday sun. The lape writhed and rubbed her face on the fabric. They smelled of friends.

"Hey there, A'."

She leapt a foot in the air and looked about, before raising her face to meet the eyes of her visitor.

"Oh. Indy, you startled me."

"I noticed."

Moving smoothly, the layphon settled bodily against Adia, curling a strong wing under her. She calmly rested her head on his dark, dark chest, sensitive ears catching the thump-thump of his heart.

"And what business do you have here, Indy," she asked dreamily.

He shrugged in response. "Haven't been under The Blue in a long time. Haven't heard from you in a long time. So I thought I'd drop by. Do I need a reason to see my savior?"

"Ha! Savior.. don't be silly." She playfully swatted at his broad chest, her paw lingering. She felt a talon trickle down her side and grip her rump.

She looked up into his eyes, wells of detailed and shimmering light, always slightly one shade or another, always slightly patterned in eye-straining subtlety. They narrowed at her gently, mostly a pale orange; she had come to know his expressions. Lowered ears, tilted head, slitted eyes. His features were lost to shadow. His intentions were not.

"Ambassador, are you trying to seduce me?" Adia sealed the question with a playful flick of her upright ears.

Indref replied with a scoff, and snugged harder against the little lape. "I only just got here. Now what kind of beast would I be, if I just showed up, and tried to get at you?"

They shared a quiet laugh. Indref offered Adia a paw, and from it appeared his shard, large and softly contoured, a conceptual wing of pure silvery mirror. She smiled up at him.

He smiled down at her in return. "Would you like some, I'm stock full right the moment."

Adia raised her own paw, willing her shard to appear from it. As it curled slowly into sight, she pressed the circular shape gingerly against Indref's wing-shard.

The feeling was instantaneous. A deep and powerful warmth seeped into the near crystalline extension of Adia's body, she felt the power surge into her very core, like boiling water running down her insides and pooling in her stomach, a distant but unmistakable trickle.

Rumbling quietly, Indref closed his eyes. "It feels good, doesn't it."

"Yes, so warm and comforting," she murred quietly. "It's such a joy to finally have this in my life."

"Have you yet discovered your acetica, lape?"

She smiled. They shared a silent, thoughtful moment. Adia eventually broke the stillness. "I guess not. But that doesn't bother me, it will come in time."

Indref rose a single finger into the air. "I could assist."

"Mmm.. and how exactly would that work, my dear sympath." Adia giggled. "How can you enhance my almighty powers when I don't even know what they are?"

Eyes closed, loosely sprawled amongst the pillows, the dark layphon seemed asleep. His voice was clear and steady. "I could answer that, but you wouldn't like it."

"Oh yeah? Try me!" Adia wriggled on his stomach, teasing. "Do what you will."

He answered by breaking the ard trade, his shard slipping away into nothingness. Now empty, he held his talon open, beckoning.

Adia stared at the empty palm, and then at Indy, who regarded her with gentle patience.

"Oh I don't know.." she flushed pink and held her shard to her chest.

Indref simply stared, waiting.

She swallowed. "What would y-"

He growled, a heavy, low, threatening sound, his eyes blazing red. The lape froze, instantly swayed. She had only seen him like this once before.

That memory filled her mind, and she began to shake. Bringing her shard to her face, she snugged it, and giving it a final kiss, she delicately set it in the middle of the beast's talon. It looked fragile and so helpless there, a tiny silver circle in his massive hand.

A wild thrill blazed down the girl's spine, and her loins leapt into life. She tried to ignore it.

Indref brought the shard above him, rotating it, watching as the glint caught the sun, holding it so carefully. He brought his gaze to the little lape, cross legged on his stomach, her eyes lit with a wavering orange light, cut with sickly green. He smiled inwardly, exceptionally pleased.

"I didn't expect things to go this smoothly. Come here," he commanded.

Adia wavered. She was sitting on him, how much closer could she get? Her small frame was nothing, sitting upon his swelled chest, hardened and powerful from the exertions of flight. She could feel his slow breathing come and go easily under her.

"But Indy I'm al- ahck!" She gasped for breath. Her head spun. Eyes watered, throat closing. She squeaked in terror as the great layphon squeezed her shard. Her life.

He slowly released his hold, watching her passively. His eyes.. they dared her to make him repeat himself. Desperate, Adia leaned forward, bringing her face to his, until their whiskers touched. He raised his chin, and she froze.

Delicately, lovingly, he placed the shard on his chest, right at the base of his neck. His own shard slipped into view to join it. One great, smooth wing, one small, fat circle. Two silvery shapes, side by side, nestled in deep dark fur.

Adia had seen this before. So many times before. Again and again, heartbreak after heartbreak as so many sympaths, and others, had tried to bestow her with power that the entomnis had denied her. This was so very different. She had a shard now. Her heart raged with hope and despair. Would it work this time?

Would she be finally be free of her horrible lacking.

"By the light," Indref intoned. He wasn't taking this slowly. She could already feel something.. a presence.. flowing into her shard. She tried to sit still.

"The deepest strengths are not ours, gifts as they are," he rumbled on. Adia closed her eyes tightly as her heart fell, she could barely bear the sensations. Her insides her being stolen from her. She felt hollow.

"Fleet.. of a thousand angels. Give unto us, or taketh away. We submit to the The Truth. We are powerless without your grace."

Adia did her best not to scream. Her ard, her precious life energy flowed away to a heavy desert. She watched her shard, but it did nothing, still shimmered grandly, packed with strength. But she felt dead.

"Darkness come, light abide. We turn then to the light inside. Morn again, then we rise, we trust in Sol. We trust in life."

The deep, vibrating voice of the mae beneath her seemed to soothe the passionate fears and sicknesses. She could feel her shard again, and the sensation burned and bit at her. This was different, so very different. No ceremony had felt like this. She twitched her shard, and Indref glared at her.

"Be still."

"I'm sorry! It feels so strange! I think I'm going to be sick."

He was up and holding her by the shoulders before she could blink, holding both shards securely in one talon.

"Talk. Now. Explain what you are feeling." His eyes were wide and bright yellow. Gleeful.

She faltered. "I uh.. feel sick.. like I might throw up. My shard feels empty, like I'm doing to die, as if I have no ard at all. Uh.."

"Continue." Indref was staring her down.

"It tingles, and burns, like I'm being bitten, or maybe like p-"

"Pins and needles."

They stared at each other. He began to murr, a soft chuckle in his throat. Setting the two shards together on a pillow between them, he regarded her, silent. Still.

After a good moment Adia giggled nervously. "Uh.."

He stared on. A large tense statue of ebony.

She had never experienced anything like this during a ceremony. What was he doing? Just staring at her. She felt her chest and face flare into a heavy blush.

After what felt like a year, he broke the silence. "Kiss me."

For the briefest of moments, she froze. But before confusion could rule her thoughts, the images of those angry eyes, the sound of those disapproving growls, the sensation of her shard squashed and punished; she squeeked in fear, and leapt at the layphon, setting a fiery kiss on his lips that shocked the both of them.

Indref gently pulled away, only to gently rumble. "Harder."

With all of her heart and strength she kissed him, nibbling his lower lip, she powered a hungry barrage of passion, not knowing where it had come from, to delirious to care. Like a cliff against the waves he solidly sat, not moving, only his lips shifting carefully to wave against hers.

She slid down his chest and collapsed into his arms, gasping for breath, her mind numb.

Sighing contentedly, Indref laid back again into the pile of pillows, wriggling, stretching like a cat. His eyes were an even brighter yellow, but she noticed flecks of gold in there, and she shivered.

"Come here, and pleasure my chest," he said slowly, regarding her with those foreshadowing eyes.

She didn't wait a moment. Bounding lightly into his lap, she began massaging, rubbing into that deep, warm fur, watching her fingers disappear under it, sucked into the lightless void of his form. He writhed and murred under her, and she smiled, scritching with her dull claws, raking slowly and methodically.

"Ohh.. that feels really good.. don't you dare stop."

"I won't, mae," she responded obediently.

Rubbing and scritching as she was, she noticed he was calmly trying to guide her fingers by shifting under her, and she squeeked and pulled away as she felt a hard nipple under her fingertips.

Those eyes were on her again instantly, and before he could render punishment, she dove forward and meekly began rubbing again, jumping at the feeling of the erect nub bumping her timid touches. She braved a gentle, direct caress.

He groaned and puffed out his chest, and as she continued to arouse him, spurred on by the reactions and the utter lack of recourse, his darkness faltered, letting a glimmer of white to show, if only for a moment.

She paused.

He glared. "Continue." But she already had, with a frightened squeek, gingerly moving one fluffy paw to each of his sensitive nubs, playing on them with great care, watching her dear captor with wide eyes.

And with a sudden and silent flash of light, he was bereft of shadow. She could see the white fluffs of fur under her fingers, the subtle markings of grey and cream, the splash of snow white on his stomach. Even the white, delicate whiskers set in his lapine face. He was beautiful.

"Do you trust me, Adia," The great beast rumbled. "Truly.. to the very heart of the word."

She stared. Why would he ask that? Her ears lowered. "Yes, mae." She cowered, as he frowned. What had she done wrong now?

"Come closer."

She was on him instantly, bringing her face to his, whisker against whisker, eyes darting to and fro, she took in his grand face, crowned with regal ears. His eyes were narrow, pupils sharp, one a deep wash of green against blue, the other blazed with a fire red. Both glowed with a subtle light. She realised he was smiling, showing a set of perfect, white, sharp teeth. They just didn't bother her anymore. She smiled back.

Rumbling once again, the layphon leaned forward, and shared a kiss. So soft, and gentle, she shivered and clung to him. The embrace was so long, so slow, she barely noticed his great hand on her chest. Giving a quiet trill, she pressed a kiss at his lips just a little harder. The happy, chuckling rumble that resulted brought tears to her eyes.

Writhing at his touch, she felt.. heat. Warmth, spilling through her, fluid and thrilling. One of her legs started to shake, and she gave a confused moan of pleasure, lips ajar. Her eyes wandered to a sight that made her ears shoot upward.

Her shard was in his hand, softly being stroked, and touched, fondled. Pleasured. The sight made her feel weak, and dizzy. Her stomach started to warm. His free hand was removing her shirt, and quickly it was gone. Like a dream, as if she had never of worn it. He caressed her neck, down slowly to her breasts, he explored every last patch of white fur, grazed at her nipples, now firmly erect. They sang tightly, and she grunted. Closing her eyes, she felt that warm water fill her, slow, excruciatingly slow, she felt her skin beg for more. There was a rolling, undulation of him moving, and she opened her eyes carefully.

He had removed his pants. With a shock, she took in his enormous erection. Proportioned to the great beast, it was so large, almost vulgar. She gave him a terrified look, but he only smiled, and shook his head, rumbling a soothing brontide. She wasn't quite sure what that meant.

But he dragged her close, and continued to explore her fur, scritching it deeply, massaging the skin underneath, ignoring her begging nipples, rolling her shard softly in his other hand. He stopped, to take one of her hindpaws, and before she could react, placed it on the base of his shaft. She shuddered from ear to tail, the motion causing her to curl velvet toes around him.

The moment quickly spun out of control. He keened and snugged her harder, squashing her breast, squeezing a nipple. She cringed, and buckled, her leg jigging against his shaft, moaning in lust. He growled quietly, almost weakly, and his paw began to gently glow against her fur. She was quickly full of warmth, the trickling quickening to a rush, to a river, she clung to him, shaking, moaning, calling out in passion, until she found her breath catching in her throat, one desperate gasp, another, and a third, and she drowned in a hot sea.

She opened her eyes.

He was there, bright eyes of green and blue and red, set in a white face. A tired face, eyes drooping.

She was shaking. Her nethers were warm, and damp. They buzzed, like overworked muscles. One leg felt very wet, and sticky. She could smell the strong, musky aroma of mae.

She rested her head in his chest, and let an ear drape softly onto his face. He chuckled. The sound made her eyes brim with tears.

"Look at me, Adia."

She brought her wet eyes to his. He brushed many tears from her cheek. She had no idea she had wept so.

"I'll ask you again, fae." She stared, fighting tears. He had never referred to her that way. Not once.

He smiled, passionately. "Do y-"

"Yes!" she blurted, quietly, but with a fire in her heart. She cowered a little, baring her ears as he stared at her. "I trust you."

They shared a quiet silence.

"Give me your palm."

She twitched at the request. Was she going to get her shard back? Was it all over? Quickly, she offered her paw, upturned, baring her palm, tufted with fur.

He raised his own shard, letting her observe it. Asking her to. She stared into its smooth surface. Something was different about it. She had seen his shard a thousand times. It was curved the same but..

With a shock, she realised, it suddenly had a razor edge. Sharp. Perfectly, dangerously sharp. Her instinct was to pull her paw away, but those eyes, his eyes stared at her. His lust was gone, he was only intent, solid faced. She steeled herself against the fuzzy warmth that still dazed her mind and softened her muscles.

He brought the shard to her paw. She whimpered. She stayed still. For her ent. For Indref. Such mustn't let her mentor down. Her heart raced, eyes locked on that cutting edge. She began to shake.

And with a surprising lack of pain, he calmly sliced a long, deep, clean cut in her skin.

She stared. Shocked, dismayed, she softly wept, holding her paw as it spilled blood. Her blood, her life, rushed from her.

"Relax." He was watching her, intently, emotionless. His wings were the palest grass. He was a statue. She wept a little harder, heart breaking.

Why?

He hugged her tightly, close, ignoring her paw as it bled. She was forced to stare at him, unable to move. She keened softly.

"You didn't want me to do that." He tilted his head, asking for a response. She tried to speak, throat suddenly dry.

"N-no," she whispered.

"You don't want to bleed."

She shook her head. The wound was starting to hurt. She struggled, panicking.

"You want to be whole again." He was so cruelly soft. Caring. She sobbed.

"Say it, fae. My love. My sweet ent," he whispered, and her heart shattered. "You want to be whole again."

"I w-want to be whole again!" She screamed it, with a passion she didn't know she had in her, had ever been in her. The wound flared, she felt the blood gush. He had called her ent.

"Again, lover."

"I want to be whole again!!"

"Yes."

"I want to be whole! Please! Entomnis save me!"

Her paw was suddenly gone. She could no longer feel it at all. She struggled, but the layphon was powerful. She couldn't move. She stared into his eyes, begging, lost, sorrowful. He released her.

"Give me your paw."

She was dumbfounded. An angry voice screamed in her head, So you can cut me again?!

But he was looking at her paw. She brought it to her face. It was aglow, with a gentle light. The blood was slowing. The pain was gone, but the gash was still there, a perfect, deep cut. She could see bone.

Why don't I feel afraid, she wondered. The wound didn't scare her. It.. intrigued her. She could see flesh and artery and vein, watched as her pulse worked under the fur and skin. How the muscles held everything together. It was graceful and complicated and interwoven.

Beautiful.

Her shard fell into her open palm. She had it open for him to see, she realised with a start. She had held this open, damaged part of her to him, trusting. And now, her shard was hers again. It was full of ard, powerfully full. And her shard went soft, flowed into her, flooding the damaged skin. Her shard ran like murcury, until it took a new shape. It felt odd. Sharp, cramped, sprained.

She gawked at her shard. It rested in a new form. A fat cross.

Her palm was healed.

She raised her face to her ent, struggling to find the words. She gasped, and bit her lip.

He was crying.