WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DETAILED SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE!

Through a Sea of Mist

"You are certain that this Lych was a resident of Nabudis before the city was destroyed?" Fran asked her mate after he recounted the events of his short trip out, Vorpellus insisting on being with his father as soon as he walked in the door.

"Yes, he was wearing a symbol of Nabudis that I have not seen since centuries before it was destroyed. Not only that, but he seems to be trying to track me. I found him inspecting the very same tree I normally use to get back and forth to Golmore Jungle," Fenris insisted.

"I do not doubt you, my love, but I had to be sure. To have a Lych, especially one so old and powerful, actively hunting us is no small matter," Fran said softly, reaching out and taking his hand.

"I hate to even think this, much less speak the words, but I may need your help in destroying every trace of that abomination, my love," he said, making a face as though the words were physically unpleasant to form.

"I would have gone with you, even if I had to sneak along behind you, Fenris," she replied sternly yet softly.

"I know, Fran. Just as you know that I would do the same for you," he said as he stared into her eyes.

"No, my love. You would set out to destroy anything that threatened me the moment you found out I was in danger, just as I know you would if anyone threatened Vorpellus," she said softly, kissing the top of their son's head before leaning in closer to place a gentle kiss upon Fenris' lips.

"Vorpellus, I need you to stay here with your aunts and my pack. Will you do that for me?" Fenris said to the small child in his lap.

Vorpellus had already grown to the size of a yearling Hume child in the two weeks since his birth, a fact that surprised them all. He looked up at his father with knowing eyes, nodding his head slowly before pressing his forehead to Fenris' chest. He wrapped his arms around the boy before passing him back to his mother.

"We will leave tomorrow. I will need to rest a while if we are to clear out Nabudis," Fenris said to his mate and son.

"Why don't we go to bed, then? Come," she said to him, taking Fenris by the hand as she guided him to the room they shared.

Fenris' sleep that night was fitful, his anxiety over bringing Fran filling his dreams with dark images that made him regularly awake in a cold sweat, reaching out to be sure she was still there and that the dreams had been just that. At one point he had awakened to find himself halfway through transforming into his bestial state, quickly snatching his hand back to return to human form before reaching for Fran. His anxiety faded early in the morning as he pulled Fran to him, drinking in her scent as he showered the space between her ears with kisses. She giggled sleepily as she snuggled up against him, pulling his arms tighter around her with a faint smile.

They set out as the sun's light began to filter through the trees to illuminate their path, neither wanting to leave their child but knowing that he was safer staying behind. They reached the opening to Nabudis only a short while later, both of them having elected to run to finish as quickly as they could so they could return faster.

"If anything happens to me, run as fast as you can back to the cave. There is no reason for our son to grow up an orphan," he said solemnly before they entered.

Fran froze as they crossed the threshold, her body feeling like she was on fire. She began breathing heavily as the sensation continued, the heat affecting her in strange ways. Fenris noticed his mate's distress, quickly placing himself between her and whatever lay waiting within.

"What is this Mist? It burns more than it ever has. I was not affected like this when I came here during the war," Fran said shakily.

Fenris snarled as he began drawing the Mist around them into his body, trying to reduce the amount of Mist surrounding them for the sake of his mate. His ears twitched as he heard her moan behind him, the sound bringing back memories of their first hunt. He nearly jumped as he felt her hands slide around his torso from behind, her swift fingers quickly finding the knot that kept his fur kilt secured on his hips. He turned to her as the strip of fur hit the ground, surprised to see her eyes shining with a feral glow akin to his own. He blinked and her armor was on the floor, her naked body pressing against his.

"Take me," she whispered huskily into his neck as she grazed him with her teeth.

"It is not safe here," he said warningly, giving all his effort to resisting the one he found irresistible.

"We are safe enough," she said as she dropped to her knees before him.

Fenris let out a gasp as she suddenly took him into her mouth, bobbing her head rapidly as she gripped him with her soft lips. He growled in pleasure as she swallowed him completely, the muscles of her throat squeezing tightly as she gagged and choked. She pulled her head back slowly, looking at him with a sly smile as a thick string of saliva connected her panting mouth to his swollen member. She was at it again before he could react, suffocating herself with his flesh as she repeatedly took him in completely. She knew from his growl that he was getting close to climaxing, picking up her pace as running her long nails down his chest and abdomen. She drank greedily as she felt him begin to release his seed, pulling him in as far as she could and coaxing every last drop into her throat.

Fenris was beginning to feel the same heat that she was, abandoning his caution as he picked her up and pinned her to the wall. He reached down to find her incredibly wet, smiling as he lined himself up to enter her. She gave him a smile of her own as she suddenly twisted herself around in his grip, pressing her rear against his still swollen member as she moved her hips up and down. She cried out in ecstasy as he suddenly thrust into her, burying himself in her deepest reaches and slamming his hips into the sensitive flesh of her behind. He ran his claws down her back slowly as he pulled back enough to nearly exit her, slamming into her again with enough force to press her naked flesh into the rough surface of the broken stone walls. He lifted her by her legs, slamming himself into her with such force that her ears grazed the ceiling with each thrust of his hips.

"Oh, my love! Yes, just like that! Harder, deeper!" She screamed, lost in the bliss that only he could give her.

Fenris was all too happy to comply, causing not only her ears, but her head to hit the low ceiling. Her cries of pleasure rang out in the narrow tunnel, creating an echo from deep within. Fenris laughed as Fran sprayed her juices all over him and the floor. She began trembling from the force of the orgasm he had given her, though that didn't stop her from gyrating her hips to feel him reach her womb. She turned to look at him with a sly smile, lifting herself from him and once more bending over with her hands on the wall. She stared into her mate's eyes as she wiggled her rear at him teasingly, her fluffy little tail twitching with the movement.

"I would like to try something I heard about while traveling amongst the Humes," she said in a husky voice as Fenris approached her, his swollen member already lined up with her dripping wet hole.

He gave her a curious look, growling in pleasure as she aimed his rod higher and took him into the hole just beneath her little tail. Fran gasped as she felt her tunnel stretch to accommodate him, slowly pushing her hips back to feel him deeper. She gasped again as her hips met his, her virgin tunnel stretched beyond what she thought possible.

"Start slow," she said breathlessly, turning her head to look at her mate.

Fenris nodded as he began slowly retreating from her, only to bury himself in her completely seconds later. Fran's cries of ecstasy reached new heights as her mate began to speed up, the sounds of her pleasure urging him on.

"Mmmm. You feel so good, my love!" Fran screamed.

"Don't hold back. Give me your all," she said as she leaned back to caress her mate's cheek.

Fran gasped as she felt his hand sneak around her, his fingers quickly finding the hole he had already ravaged and massaging her. Fran screamed her pleasure for the world to hear as he stimulated her while stretching her supple rear. The ground beneath their feet became slick as Fran sprayed her juices once more, she leaned her body into her mate as she turned her head to kiss him as deeply as he was penetrating her. Fenris brought one hand to her breast while he continued stimulating her in ways she had never felt, his teeth grazing the gentle arch of her neck before he bit down. She climaxed again as she felt the tips of his fangs pierce her fevered flesh, her mind close to overloading from all the ways he was stimulating her body.

She giggled as Fenris slipped in slick her fluids all over the floor, pulling her with him as he fell back on the floor. She landed in a crouch, peeking over her shoulder with a look of determination. She began bouncing on her haunches, slamming herself onto him with every descent. Fenris laid back and let her have her fun, ignoring the Mist that was flowing out from the depths of the fallen city. The Mist seemed to fuel Fran's desire, her movements reaching a frantic pace as her eyes came alight with a feral glow. Her body began to quiver from her exertions, and Fenris once more took the lead as her strength ebbed. He lifted her slightly, spinning her around without exiting her so that he could see the look of unbridled pleasure on her face. Her back arched as she felt him pushing his rod into her deepest reaches, her gasp becoming a scream as she felt his fangs upon her sensitive breasts. Fenris roared his own pleasure as he filled her with his seed, her moaning at the feeling of the warmth crawling through her urging him into another frenzied series of thrusts deep inside her. They lay upon the floor still joined, gasping for air as the Mist began to dissipate and their orgasmic high wore off.

"Forgive me. I know that we must fulfill our mission, but the Mist has never burned so sweetly," she whispered between breaths.

"You have nothing to apologize for, my love. That was incredible," he replied, his warm breath tickling her neck and nearly driving her to begin their dance anew.

She slowly pushed her hips back, gyrating her hips to milk every drop from her mate. Fenris growled in his throat with pleasure as she continued her movements, nearly pulling her back down as she tried to stand. They laughed as Fenris' seed dripped from her rear, though Fran was quite embarrassed at the sight.

"Shall we continue on?" She asked after exiting the cave to clean herself, accepting her discarded armor from her mate as she returned.

"Aye. I want to gurry and kill whatever lurks within Nabudis' depths so we can play a little more," Fenris said suggestively as he stepped up behind her while she was still bent over trying to put her armor back on.

Fran pushed him back playfully with her hips, wincing as she became aware of how sore she was. Fenris helped her back into her armor, placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder before taking a step back.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked, concerned.

"Mmmm, only in the best of ways, my love," she replied, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Another wave of Mist began to emerge from the depths of the fallen city, so dense that it was entirely opaque. Fenris entered his bestial state as he roared his defiance at the Mist. He smiled as the Mist retreated, seemingly fearing the being beyond its reach.

"Shall we?" He asked his mate in a gutteral voice. Fran responded with a quiet nod as she put an arrow to her bowstring.

The pair continued further into the depths of Nabudis, all senses alert as they hunted their prey.