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I awoke from strange dreams and night terrors to flooding alabaster moonlight shining through the bedroom window. I jerked fully to consciousness, my head still swimming with fleeting images of clouds, frozen water droplets, overwhelming fires, the silhouettes of nude bodies around me - and above it all, the sound of droning, eerie chants, voices both animal and otherworldly.

I squirmed naked from the sheets and realized my body was drenched in perspiration, and there was a fitful irritation between my thighs, as though I had been pleasured nearly to my breaking point, but had not been allowed to climax. I moaned and shoved a paw between my legs eagerly, trying to finish whatever erotic fantasy I had experienced. But rubbing gave no relief. I slid a digit into wet, slick heat, and then another, and when I still could find no end to my lust, finally my fist. I closed tightly around my paw, gasping, clenching and re-clenching, feeling juices trickling and dribbling from my sex - and still there was no final release, even as I pulled my soaking-wet paw free. I only wanted more, and now my mons were so hot, I could barely touch them.

Trembling, I sat up from the bed and heard the chanting from my dreams once again. I turned my head towards the sound and saw, in the darkness, a soft glow coming from the open door. The gentle light cast huge ghostly shadows across the bed, and curiosity finally overcame my need for sexual release. I hopped from the bed, found a small terry-cloth red robe that hardly reached my thighs, and crept towards the sound of the chanting, which seemed to be coming from downstairs.

I walked down the dark hallway to the velvet staircase and spotted below me the four vixens now standing around the pointed-star symbol I had seen etched upon the floor yesterday. Each of the girls were nude. The light from the multitude of surrounding black candles bathed them in gold, making their ebony fur nearly shine. As I walked down the stairs, they continued to chant their strange words and not acknowledge my presence. I noticed then that they were all obviously as wet and hot as I was, for each one was squirming in place, pawing at themselves in obvious need and desire, their heads tilted towards the ceiling and eyes closed tightly.

The group masturbation excited me, and I removed my robe and started to move towards Prasha, whom I had grown the fondest for, eager to join with her, perhaps pull her to the floor with me, entangle our bodies, and bring one another to orgasms and enjoy such...release...

Suddenly Stefania's paw struck out and grabbed my arm painfully. It was so sudden a move, it stopped me dead in my tracks. "Take...your place...sister..." She moaned softly and nodded towards the empty section of the star symbol, where several more black candle-flames danced and swayed hypnotically.

I bit my lip, not understanding at all. "My...my place...?"

Prasha opened her remarkable green eyes and looked kindly at me. "Join us, Leilani...please?" There was a tone in her voice that suggested the young vixen was quite close to climax.

That was all the invitation I needed. I smiled softly and stood at the designated spot, and soon the five of us were pawing at ourselves, filled with frantic frustration. In time, their chants, once frightening, now became quite melodious and sweet, and I found myself repeating their words with passion and power. As we chanted each word, we rubbed at dripping, swollen, hot mounds, and the lust I had felt earlier became liken to a raging fire. I tilted my head back and fantasized about whatever I could - the tangle of bodies earlier on the bed, the cream-stick pleasure with Cody in Florida, the deep-water love-making with Reno, the simple pleasure of sitting on Aidan's long, thick, black maleness, and holding him very deep within me until-

All at once, I came. I became quite unsteady on my feet and as I felt the escaping juices dribbling down my thighs, I no longer could hold my balance and plopped unceremoniously on my butt with a thud. Eyes shut, head back, and lost in my own desires, I never really saw what happened next - although I do recall a tremendous heat that seemed to envelop my whole body. I passed this off as relating to my climax, and listened to the cumulative moans, whimpers, and chants from my companions as they slowly began to fade.

And then vanish altogether.

I lay on my back, still squirming and panting, my paw buried inside my gushing sex, and slowly opened my eyes to look at the ceiling above me. Then I looked to either side of me, seeking out the faces of my beautiful vixen friends.

But they were gone. Alarmed, I sat up too quickly and the room started to shake and spin. At some point, I felt as if someone was trying to pick me up, and then I lost consciousness.

**

I came to moments later, I believe, floating face-up gently in what I gathered to be a very large pool, though I could not feel any wetness whatsoever. On the contrary, I felt incredible heat nearly burning my backside. I smelled smoke. I opened my eyes and with a startled squeak realized I was not in water at all. The ceiling was still above me, though now it was much closer - in fact, I could almost touch it. Terrified that I had somehow been tied up and bound, perhaps hanging by ropes or chains, I thrashed around, fighting my bonds.

But there were no bonds upon me whatsoever. I seemed to be completely suspended in mid-air, defying the laws of gravity.

I churriped in fright and slowly turned myself over so I could look below me. On the floor, the star-shaped symbol blazed, raising choking black plumes, and at each point, I could see the glowing remnants of mine and my lovers' orgasms.

I was very frightened for my life. If whatever force holding me up were to let go of me, I would plummet into the fire below. I closed my eyes and tried to think how I could safely get back to the floor without burning myself. My ruddertail bumped into something and I heard a strange tinkle. I looked beside me and saw the only thing I could reach at this point - the large chandelier to the left of me. It took a few tries but I was finally able to swing my tail over the chandelier's arms and pull myself across to it and away from the flames still burning underneath. Once I was safely perched on the chandelier, I spotted the staircase and with careful steps crawled across the ceiling and down the wall until I could wrap my legs around the railing to keep from floating back up. The effort had taken much from me, and as I floated there panting, I prayed to whatever gods would listen to please let go of me.

All at once, whatever had held me indeed let go, and with gravity back in force, I fell to the velvet carpet, banging my head hard enough to see stars. I dizzily shook the cobwebs free and carefully rose to my feet, fearing the danger was still not over, and that I could be overcome by the smoke from the flames.

But as I looked below me frantically, I saw the fire was no longer there. I walked carefully down the stairs, keeping a tight hold on the railing for safety's sake, and then warily approached the star-symbol. The candles were all still lit, but there were no scorch marks, nor burns, nor anything to suggest a massive fire had once been there.

Confused and bewildered, I checked the entire house for my companions, but they were gone. As I walked back into the main room, I saw the five pedestals I had noticed earlier, and on top of each one, the same black-leather books.

Only now the books were glowing fiercely with a strange red tinge.

Curiously I picked up one of the tomes, and it seemed to glow all the more. I looked at the cover, trying to discern what the strange book was, but I could not recognize many of the runes and shapes, nor could I see distinctive words I could understand. Only one symbol was familiar to me - the five-pointed star, and there were five of them in a circular pattern on the binding.

I stood there in the dark, naked, awash in candlelight, and turned the book over several times in my paws. Time must have slipped by, for I soon started to feel very woozy. I decided against walking back to my hotel, or contacting a cab to come for me. There was a warm comfortable bed upstairs, and while I had no earthly idea where my companions had gone, I felt safe here, at least for the rest of the evening.

Filled with fresh resolve and thankful I had survived whatever harrowing situation I had gotten myself into, I tucked the glowing book against my chest, ascended the staircase, and returned to the bedroom.

When I curled up under the sheets and opened the book, I found that I could not only see the contents in the dark, but I could read the words as well, and I did a little night-reading under its warm glow before drifting off to sleep and this time to peaceful dreams.