For those of you who read it, this is the next chapter in my “Guardian of Innocence”
Series. Bear with me please. There is going to be little or no sex in the
Next few chapters, but believe you me, there WILL be sex. In great quantities.
It was morning. Tira groaned and stretched. What a pleasant dream, she thought. If only it were real… She had had a very peculiar dream the night before. A red, winged fox had appeared out of nowhere, and they had wild sex. She wished it were real.
Her outstretched hand hit something. This thing was smooth, yet scaly. She opened her eyes and gasped. It hadn’t been a dream. There, sharing her bed, was a large, red-winged fox. Wow, she thought. He really is handsome. Then she felt a hardness between her legs. Memories of the night before flooded through her sleep-fogged mind. She remembered asking her lover to sleep with his dick insider her. My god, she thought, it’s still hard… She pulled herself closer to her winged lover and kissed him passionately. He groaned, shifted (causing her to moan a little), and opened his eyes. He smiled at her. She remembered his name. Bael. His name seemed to echo off the walls and throughout the room. Bael unwrapped his wings from them, allowing rays of light to shine in. Giving Tira a deep kiss, he disengaged himself, allowing his cock to slide back into the secretive folds of fur that disguised its presence. Did you sleep well, dearest?” he asked. Tira nodded, a smile on her face that was for him alone and her eyes showing that it was more than that. Tira sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Light streamed into the room from a nearby window. Looking at the ornamental sundial on the armoire below the window, she saw that it was nearly noon. Tira god out of bed and put a fresh pair of gloves on, as well as a beautiful ribbon, which she lightly tied around one ear in a bow. Bael got up and went to the bathroom. There was a large bowl of water for fast wakeup calls. He dunked his head in it, shaking off the last bits of fatigue he had felt. All the while he was thinking about Tira, and how much she meant to him. How am I going to show her my love? He thought, disappointed. Then an idea came to him. He pulled a scale from his wings, watching as a new scale replaced the removed one. Searching his belongings (which were few, as they all fit into his gloves), he found a small gold chain. Poking a nail through the scale and threading the chain through it, Bael found he had made a serviceable necklace. Turning around, he went back to Tira, who was searching for her makeup case. Bael stepped up behind her. “Why hide your beauty, love?” he asked. “You look more beautiful without it.” She turned to him. Bael held the necklace out to her. “Of course,” he said, “I believe this might adequately serve your purpose.” She smiled and motioned for him to help her put it on. He put the chain around her neck and closed the clasp. Looking in the mirror, she saw it, tears welling in her eyes, threatening to fall. The light glinted off the red scale as it dangled between her breasts. Bael hugged her from behind, knowing full well that no harm would come to her if he had anything to say about it. They were silent for a few moments, not wanting to interrupt this magic moment. Finally, Bael spoke. “Dearest, I would like to see your city,” he said. “It looked so beautiful yesterday. Please, won’t you show me more?” Tira smiled. “Of course I will, red-one.” Taking his hand, she led Bael to the door. She threw it open. Contrary to the day before, there were thousands of Renamon running about! Bael couldn’t believe so many Renamon existed! They stepped outside, closing the door behind them. Tira led Bael about, telling him of all the sights and sounds of the city, for he had never been to one before. Suddenly a shout rang out from behind them. “Well, well, well,” said the voice, mocking. “What have we here? It’s the ugliest damned Renamon in the world. And look, there’s her patient. Too bad he’ll be dead by tomorrow, cause she’ll rape him to death!” Tira turned, just in time to dodge a rock that had been tossed at her. She started to cry. Bael saw the tears well up and rushed to calm her. To an onlooker, Bael’s colors seemed to darken. His fur was no longer red, but bloodred. His white turned gray. He seemed to give off a glow of fury. He held Tira close, hoping to calm her. “Cry not, my love, for I shall stop these pirtyrishins,” he whispered. (FYI pirtyrishins is a word I made for the ancient language of Foxra. It means ass-licking, cum-guzzling, ass-raping motherfuckers. As you can see, I needed to shorten it a little.) Bael released her. Turning back to the mockers, he strode toward them, extending his wings to the fullest, for reasons of intimidation. The Renamon that had been shrieking with delight suddenly shut up (can you guess why? J). Bael strode up to the one who looked like the leader. This ‘mon had six earrings in each ear, as well as nipple piercings and a nose ring. Bael looked this one directly in his beady little eyes. “Leave her alone,” he said, his voice evincing a quiet fury. “If you do not, I will annihilate you. I fear nothing. Remember that.” He started to turn away. The Renamon he had been speaking to started to laugh. “HA! You think I fear you?” he said snidely. “I fear nothing as well. Comeon, hit me with your best shot!” Bael turned back, faster than anyone would give him credit for, had they not seen it for themselves. His blade appeared. There was a burst of light and the blade was gone. The Renamon had a shocked look on his face, which quickly turned into a smirk. “Ha! You missed,” he mocked. Bael laughed. “Did I?” he asked. The Renamon had a questioning look on his face. A gust of wind passed by. It brushed passed them. The Renamon’s hand fell off, its connections to its owner’s wrist severed. Both hand and wrist were burned, cauterizing the wound instantly. “HOW?!” asked the enraged Renamon. Without waiting for an answer, he gave a guttural roar. Another roar answered him. Within moments another Renamon appeared. He was HUGE! He was three times the height and mass of a regular Renamon. The one handed Renamon shouted an order at the newcomer. “GET HIM, ZEKE!” he shouted. Zeke moved up to Bael, raising a fist. He thrust his fist forward, straight at Bael’s head. The fist was almost as big as Bael himself. The fist connected. A sound like a gunshot rang throughout the village. Zeke pulled his hand back, bleeding where the bones poked out from it. Zeke let out a roar of rage, thrusting his injured fist forward again, convinced that it was a mistake. The fist didn’t even reach Bael this time. It hit the ground, burying itself into the ground. A shout rang out from the side. “Terrasword!” was the cry. A large, glowing sword came into Zeke’s field of vision. It came down on his arm, severing it cleanly from the shoulder. The arm fell off, dissolving into digi-fragments. Zeke had had enough of this pipsqueak. He crossed his good arm up to his opposite shoulder. “Diamond Storm!” he yelled in his booming voice. Giant diamond shards appeared in the air. Zeke waved his arm back to its original position, sending the shards flying. They headed straight at Bael. They hit. They bounced off. Zeke watched, spellbound, as Bael rose into the air. “Triblast!” he shouted. Three orbs appeared around Zeke, each with its own unique color. Light shot from each one, connecting them to eachother, creating a triangle. Zeke punched forward, trying to hit Bael. His fist struck an invisible barrier, right where a beam of light sat. With a shout of rage, Bael clapped his hands together. The orbs exploded inward, engulfing Zeke in smoke. When the smoke cleared, all that remained of Zeke was a scrap of cloth and a pool of scorched blood. The other Renamon were in shock. “How could you do that to him?” screeched the injured one. “You’re only a rookie!” Bael landed in front of him. “Ha!” he laughed. “You underestimated me. I’m not a rookie. I'm A FRIGGIN MEGA!” The one-handed Renamon’s eyes widened in fear. With a shriek of terror, he took off running, shoving people out of the way. Bael went back to Tira. Her eyes were wide, as if she didn’t believe what she had heard. Bael saw the fear in her eyes. Quicker than any would have given him credit for, Bael planted a passionate kiss on Tira’s lips, eliminating all her worries, fears, and cares. She held him tightly, not daring to let him go. With a quick flap of his wings, Bael rose into the air, still holding Tira tight against him. When she noticed that they were high above the ground, she struggled instinctively. Bael couldn’t keep a firm hold on her. Without a second thought, he tossed her into the air. Tira’s feelings of security were quickly banished. She screamed, hoping that she would survive this encounter. Suddenly, Bael was under her. She landed on his back, right between his wings. She gripped him convulsively around the neck, her eyes shut tightly. Bael just smiled. “If you look down, you can get a good view of the village.” Tira cracked her eyes open, half expecting to see the ground rushing up towards her. Her fears were unfounded. Before her lay the village she had grown up in. And yet, it seemed like an entirely different place. The sun was glinting off the nearby lake, casting the village in a whole new light. It was a magical experience. Her embrace on Bael loosened somewhat and Bael knew that she had fallen asleep. He glided onward.
I care for this girl, thought Bael. Yet, he stilled denied it. His heart knew itself. He loved her with all his being. He landed atop a small hill. This hill had one tree atop it, which was a cherry tree. The blossoms were starting to drift off, making this area extremely fragrant. He laid Tira down on a bed of cherry blossoms, covering her with yet more, making her more lovely than she had been, which was just about impossible. The sun was setting, casting this hill in a heavenly glow. Tira’s body seemed to glow, causing Bael to gasp at just how beautiful she really was. And she chose me, he thought, considering himself lucky to be worthy of her presence. She started to whisper in her sleep. Bael put his ear near her mouth, the better to hear her beautiful voice. “Stay with me always, my Baeltar,” she whispered. Bael felt compelled to answer. “I shall, my lovely Tira, embodiment of Ayinae,” he whispered, sealing his promise with a kiss. Her eyelids started to flutter. She was waking up. Her eyes opened, revealing their depths to him. “Thank you for that flight, my love,” said Tira. “If only I could have flown at your side, instead of on your back.” Bael’s heart leapt to his throat. “There is a way for you to gain a set of wings,” he said, trying not to sound too anxious. “Really?” she asked, smiling. “Really,” he replied. “Just sit still and focus hard on your wings. They will come to you.” Tira nodded, sitting up. She assumed a comfortable position, focusing. Her breathing deepened, causing her chest to heave. Bael was having trouble keeping his gaze from Tira’s well-endowed chest. Suddenly, Tira stopped breathing. She fell backward unconscious. Bael gave her a few breaths of air, starting her breathing. Bael smiled the entire time, knowingly.
Tira awoke several hours later. The sun was just peeking over the horizon. Bael was leaning over her, smiling. Tira’s head and back felt as if she had fallen hard. Bael leaned down, planting a heavy kiss on her lips. Tira returned the kiss passionately, arching her back into the kiss. A heavy gust kicked up. Tira put her hands at her sides and pushed, trying to stand. She got a few inches off the ground before she fell down. Bael snickered. She shot him a withering glare. This time, instead of trying to sit up, Tira did a backflip, landing on her feet. She quickly overbalanced and fell. Bael stood up, offering her a hand. She took it and pulled herself to her feet. She held him for a moment, gaining her balance. Then she saw them. Big, shining angel wings, of the purest white, had sprouted from her back, making her look angelic. She flexed her muscles experimentally. The wings sent a cool blast of air past her. She looked into the deep purple eyes of her lover, noticing the tears flowing freely down his cheeks. “Now we are alike, my love,” he said. They kissed again, covering eachother with their wings, hiding themselves from view.