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Chapter 27

With the spirit gone, Yaholo closed his eyes and concentrated. Yuri knew what he was doing: he was passing a Sending to his mother, a telepathic call that would ask her to open a portal in order for him and Hris to return. Sure enough, a moment later and a portal opened. The white circle of light split open like an eye, hovering just behind Yaholo and Kuza as they stood holding paws. Kuza leapt like a frightened mouse and looked at the portal in awe - then looked at Yaholo in awe.

"You're leaving now," Keeno protested.

Hris shook his head. "We've got to, boy." He clapped Keeno fondly on the cheek - then broke down and hugged him. He hugged Zalia, then hugged Enya, and she laughed when he wished her good luck on her wedding night.

Hye came forward and hugged her brother. "Visit us in the summer village soon."

"It's a promise, baby sister," he said, kissing her head.

"You had better promise!" Hye cried, pointing a finger at him. "I'll have cookies with your name on them if you come. A fist with your name on it if you don't come."

Hris chuckled. He smiled at Yzlo - who was still supporting Kel - and clapped him on the shoulder. "See you around, brother-in-law." He jerked his head at Keeno. "Take care of the boy."

Yzlo nodded. "Farewell, Hris."

"Farewell," Kel added.

Hris nodded at Kel and Aliona. He took his bow off his back, and his face smoothed over into the hard expression of a warrior. He turned to the portal, shoulders squared for a fight, and stepped through.

Yaholo looked at Yuri. He came to her - and she was surprised when he offered her his staff.

Yuri's lashes fluttered. "I - I couldn't!"

"She couldn't," repeated Enya flatly, who was tired of males giving Yuri staffs. "If one more male gives Yuri wood, I'll --"

Yaholo laughed. "Think of it as a wedding gift. Especially after she lost the other."

Yuri looked at the staff uncertainly. "But will you be able to summon your spirit guide?"

"Of course," Yaholo answered. "He is tied to my spirit as he is tied to the river. Please . . . take it. As a gift . . . and an apology." He smiled at Enya.

Enya relented. "You might as well, Yuri. And you!" she said to Yaholo. "You worry about your boyfriend there."

Yaholo glanced at Kuza, who was looking a little sour that Yaholo was giving Yuri a gift. He laughed and kissed Kuza's cheek, and taking his paw, he led him through the circle of light. The portal closed after them, leaving them in the darkness of night once more.

"Well," sighed Yzlo and glanced at Kel, "let's get you home to Zaldon's. Then he can take care of you!"

Aliona laughed. She and Hye followed as Yzlo supported Kel across the balcony and up the street.

"Let's clean some of this mess up, at least," Zalia said, glancing around.

"Awwww," Keeno complained. "Zalia, I'm so tired - alright!" he cried when she shoved a pile of dirty dishes in his chest.

Kilyan laughed and set about helping them. "Why don't you two go home now?" he said to Enya and Yuri. He smiled. "It's your wedding night, isn't it?"

Yuri blushed. She and Enya made their way up the street together, glancing at each other as anticipation burned through them.

"You ready for the strap-on, baby?" Enya whispered as they went.

Yuri groaned.

"What?"

"Enya! We don't need the damn strap-on!"

"But . . . I thought you liked it."

"I did. I also liked what we used to do before --"

"The scepter?"

Yuri laughed weakly. "I only liked that because it felt like your fist . . ."

"What's the matter, Yuri? I don't understand."

"We don't have to use a strap-on to enjoy being with each other."

"We don't?" Enya said miserably.

"The fact that there's no penis involved does not make what we do any less valid. It is an expression of our love, Enya. I don't need a penis. What I need is you."

Enya's lashes fluttered happily. "R-Really?"

Yuri took her paw and squeezed it. "Really. It was your fist that took my first love . . . your fist plunging deep inside . . ." She shivered a little. "I only wish we'd waited to do it some place more . . . private."

Enya looked away guiltily. The day she first fisted Yuri was the day her mother walked in on them. She would have waited and tried to make it special, but she was terrified Zane was going to deflower Yuri first. She was determined to be the one to take her maidenhead. Dammit.

"Why'd you agree to do it?" Enya wondered. "Usually you'd say no, that we should wait."

Yuri smiled at her: "I got tired of waiting."

They came to their modest one-storey home, and Enya playfully swept Yuri into her arms. They kissed as she carried Yuri across the threshold, kicked the door shut behind her, and carried her to their bedroom.

Earlier that morning, after Yuri had left for Ceara's, Enya fixed the bedroom up to surprise her lover after the wedding. Yuri gasped happily: rose petals were sprinkled on the bed, a box of very expensive chocolates was on the bedside table, and everywhere - on the shelves, on the table, on the floor - white candles stood waiting to be lit. Yuri gave Enya a twinkling smile and waved her paw: every candle in the room sprang with flame, glowing warm against the walls.

"Now it's my turn to do some magic," Enya said with a laugh. She set Yuri on her feet, and after looking at her lustily, reached behind her mane and tugged at her gown. Yuri's heart leapt when the front of her gown fell down - but halfway, so that only one tit popped out. She blushed bright as her pink nipple hardened against the cool night air. Her breasts were big, high, and firm. The naked one looked so round and swollen . . .

"Mm," said Enya, staring at that nipple, "close enough." She stepped close to Yuri and kissed her. Yuri moaned as her tit was massaged. Enya fumbled to get the rest of the gown off, backing Yuri to the bed as she worked. Yuri allowed herself to be pressed down on the rose petals. The movement did not break the kiss. She reached behind Enya's top, and after fumbling with it in frustration for a while, swore in moon wolf and simply pulled down.

Enya paused to smile as her smaller breasts jiggled free. Yuri grabbed her tits and massaged, then squeezed one until the nipple jutted and licked it lightly with the tip of her tongue.

"Oh . . . Oh, Yuri," Enya whispered breathlessly. Still working at the back of Yuri's dress, she buried kisses in her neck. "So many hooks on this thing!" she hissed. She gave up and slid her paws up Yuri's gown instead, pushing her skirt up her thighs.

Yuri's thighs were trembling, trembling with anticipation for the moment when . . . Enya's fingers found her pussy and she sighed. "Oh, Enya," she whispered and suddenly sucked Enya's tit hard.

Enya cradled Yuri's head and curled her fingers in her mane as she was suckled. Her other paw was buried in the rumpled mass of Yuri's skirts. Her slender fingers found Yuri's clit and carefully massaged, pinching it back and forth.

Yuri stopped suckling and lay with her lashes fluttering, paralyzed with pleasure. She suddenly remembered Ceara's gift - which she had hid in her dress for safe keeping. She reached into the top of her gown and pulled out the white stone. Enya watched as she licked it once - hard and strong. The stone began to vibrate in her paw.

"Use this," Yuri whispered.

Enya took the stone. She carefully placed a piece of chocolate on Yuri's tongue - then slid her tongue in her mouth. The chocolate melted on their twisting tongues. Enya's paw slipped under Yuri's gown again, and Yuri moaned as the vibrating stone touched her - gently, carefully. The stone was warm to the touch and made her clit throb up hard. She could see her nipples getting harder. She twisted on her back, flustered and breathless. Her one free tit flopped everywhere as Enya carefully continued rubbing her clit with the stone.

"Oh . . . oh god . . ." Yuri closed her eyes and whispered in moon tongue.

Enya watched with soft eyes as her beautiful lover twisted and blushed. Her naked tits trembled as her paw moved under Yuri's dress, slowly rolling the stone against her clit and swollen pussy lips. She flared her nostrils to take in the scent of Yuri's coming fluids. The stone was probably covered in her moisture now.

"E-Enya," Yuri panted. She touched Enya's face. "I want it - now! Please, baby."

Enya smiled. She held the stone to Yuri's lips, and when she lapped her own moisture off it, Enya thought her clit had never throbbed so hard. She pressed the stone in Yuri's paw, then very slowly, sank three fingers in her pussy. Her other paw was still cradling Yuri's head.

Yuri buried her face in Enya's neck and kissed it. Her paw massaged Enya's tit and tweaked the nipple, then slid down Enya's round curves to her tail. Enya was fingering her deeply and slowly. Pulling up Enya's skirts, Yuri reached under her tail . . . and touched the stone to her tender anus.

"Oh, Yuri!" Enya moaned and her eyes hooded. "Oh baby . . . no, don't stop. Keep it there!"

Yuri smiled, massaging the vibrating stone carefully and slowly. She slipped the tip in, then slid it out. Her fingers explored further to find Enya's fluids staining her thighs.

Enya slowly plunged her knuckles and paused. Yuri closed her eyes and her lips parted. She lifted her chin, waiting for more. Enya looked at her warmly: god, she was beautiful. She looked so soft and pretty in the candlelight, so weak and helpless against her own arousal.

"Deeper," Yuri whispered. "Make love to me, Enya." She smiled into her eyes.

Smiling down at Yuri, Enya plunged her fist past the wrist and watched, her nipples rock-hard as Yuri twisted, pressing her breasts to the ceiling. She slowly began to fist Yuri, her paw covered in the hot, tight sheath of her clenching pussy lips as the moisture of her arousal rushed to admit her fist further.

"Oh . . . oh, _yes._Oh, Enya . . ." Yuri looked at Enya helplessly, then smiled and carefully pulled the clip from her mane. Enya's curls tumbled around her slanted blue eyes, and Yuri sighed: she was gorgeous.

As her fist continued to plunge, Enya dropped her face and slowly rolled her tongue against Yuri's hard pink nipple. She tasted and lightly licked, then took it in her lips and sucked. Yuri's fingers curled in Enya's mane as her fist sank deeper still.

In the warmth of candlelight, on the velvet softness of rose petals, they smiled at each other as Enya made tender love to her wife. Yuri eventually squirted, her fluids gushing over Enya's fist. Enya slowly slid her drenched paw from under Yuri's gown and sucked the hot moisture from her fingers.

"Roan and Zane . . . and Talib," Enya said darkly, "they never made you squirt like that?"

Lying on her back with her mane in her face, Yuri's breasts rode as she heaved for breath. "W-What? No, never." Her head rocked back and forth on the pillow and she stared at the ceiling, an absent smile on her face. "I never my life!"

Enya smiled smugly. "How would you like to do it again?"

Before Yuri could answer, Enya sucked her tit and abruptly let go. Her kisses traveled down Yuri's belly to her sex. Smiling at Yuri, she pushed her skirts up to reveal her pink and splayed pussy. She looked Yuri deep in the eyes, and Yuri watched, her heart pounding, as Enya's tongue plunged her.

"Oh! Oh, Enya! Yes! YES!"

Enya ate Yuri out until she squirted a second time. And a third.

And she never once doubted her adequacy again.