Page 19 of Cruel As A Tree (Chaos God Sugar and Spice Companion Shorts #4)

Then he thrust, sliding into me, spreading me open as he filled me with his perfection.

He sank into me slowly until he was seated to the hilt, the fur of his legs tickling the back of my legs.

For a moment we stayed like that in silence, feeling the connection between us, the joining of two bodies becoming one.

I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat inside of me.

Then he leaned over me, anchoring one hand on my hip as the other reached around my belly to find my nub.

He dragged himself back and then thrust back in.

I braced myself as he mounted me, taking me in one delicious pound of flesh against flesh as his movements found a rhythm. The sound of our joining was written in my gasps, his growls, and the wet slap of animalistic need.

Then I was clenching, squeezing him inside me as I shattered, crashing apart as he claimed every part of me, from the scars on my body to the supernova of pleasure in my mind.

I felt him thicken, the heat of him inside of me as he filled me with deep thrusts, arching over me as he let out a roar.

Something pulsed out from us, a shockwave that rippled through the forest.

Then came change.

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.