A cold tingling threaded through muscle and bone, my skin prickling with awareness that expanded beyond my body.
"It's... I can't..." I gasped out. It was overwhelming. There was too much, so much. I could feel the joy of the flowers reaching for the sun, the fear of a rabbit as it quivered silently under a bush as it watched a padding foot prowl past. I could feel the satisfaction of a small bird as it put a stick in its nest.
"Breathe in with the leaves," Lorthion's voice whispered in the distance.
I inhaled and the trees breathed with me, sucking in the carbon dioxide from the air, inhaling the exhaled breath of the mammals that run around their feet. As I breathed out, I breathed out the fresh air of life, giving those same creatures what they needed to thrive, to live. My lungs were the green leaves that provided the shade so that the flowers could shelter from the midday heat. My skin was the moss under my hands and knees, the prickles, the sensation of small feet tickling against me.
"Focus on love." Lorthion's voice was the wind through my leaves, the breath in the trembling lungs of the body that crouched there, still joined in lust.
A fox in her den cuddled around her babies, feeling the soft curling love that wrapped her heart around them.
In a treehouse in a clearing, a small crack appeared in a shell, and a tiny little dragon's heart couldn't contain the joy as she stared at it.
Arms wrapped around the small piece of my body, lifting it up to press against the bare chest of a male and suddenly I was back there, in the clearing with him as he held me, sheltering me from the sensations that were still there, just out of reach of my awareness, like my subconscious had expanded to become so much more than it was before.
"There you are," he said, his voice in my ear as he softened inside me, slipping free from inside me as he held me against him.
"Here I am." I turned my face to look at him.
I could feel him, like he was a part of me yet separate.
He kissed me and it felt like we were two parts of the same whole, like where my body ended, his began, and round and round we went, a single being with many branches. I couldn't hear his thoughts, but I could feel him, steadfast and resolute, the love he felt for me the same as the love he felt for himself, unbound by anything but the desire to become more.
I lifted my hand up and he put his palm against it. I interlaced my fingers with his, and he curled his own around mine.
There was so much energy inside of me, swelling with the friction of our lovemaking and transformation. I was filled with power.
"Send it out," Lorthion said. "Give back. Like this."
I felt the pulse go out from him, and I let the power inside of me chase out of it, two shockwaves rushing through the forest until they reached the very edges. I could feel saplings sprout up on the edges of me, extending outwards into ground that was dead and scarred, devouring the magic that kept it that way, refusing to leave it broken and alone. I could feel them grow rapidly, going from sprouts to trees in moments as more began to grow, taking over the land in leaps and bounds until the surge of growth slowed down.
"More," I said, missing feeling the horrible land disappearing under my growth, consumed by it. The barren landscape was the place I thought I was going to die, and instead I was bringing life to it. I wanted to take it all, so that the next woman that went over that wall landed in my forest instead of hell. "I want more."
"Your magic is in your fertile pleasure," Lorthion said. He slid his hand down the front of my body, finding the center of my pleasure. I let out a gasp as he stroked it, gently.
This time the pleasure wasn't just restricted to the narrow confines of my body.
This time my desire was restricted to the tameness of my previous experience.
"Give me the monster," I demanded as I threaded my fingers through his hair to give it a sharp yank.
Chapter
Fifteen
LORTHION
Ichuckled, feeling the waves of her desire radiating through the moss around us. Her desire was like a living thing, threading through me as I let it change me into something new, something different. She gasped and tried to pull away, but I didn't let her. I wrapped one long tentacle around her waist as I pulled her back against me, several other strands of my vines lashing around her thighs and body, securing her.
"Is this what you want?" I growled as I spun her around within my many-limbed grip. I held her away from me so she could take a good look at my new form, giving us the pause of the space the question provided.
Her eyes widened as she took in the mass of writhing vines that made up my new form. It wasn't the same monster form as before, when she genuinely thought I would hurt her. This time I was an embodiment of movement, of living vines that could entrap and contain.
"I'm down for a new fetish," she said, her eyes still wide. "Let's go."
I pulled her into the mass of me, rolling over her and covering her as I sucked her into my center, vines sliding over her skin, caressing her sensitive areas, tweaking the buds of her breasts, and rolling between her legs. I tickled her scalp with the more delicate ones, sliding through her hair and massaging her, squeezing her muscles as I systematically worked over her entire body with my pulsing, armed form. She turned limp in my grasp, slumping into me as she moaned.
"That feels so goooooood," she groaned as I worked the muscles of her lower back and dragged a slippery, thick tentacle between her legs at the same time. She was soaking wet, both from her arousal and from my seed dripping out of her. I didn't like that, so I pushed it back into her with one tentacle, keeping her whole plugged as I moved her body around like a doll in my grasp. I lined her up with my new mating appendage.
