hammer from her work bag.
Flora showed her the offending shelf. Rye immediately saw the problem and
fetched a screwdriver. It was the work of half a minute to tighten it.
“There you go,” Rye said. “All fixed. Girlie.”
Flora’s eyes widened in mock outrage. She threw a hank of wool at Rye. Rye threw
it back. Flora grabbed two more and hurled them. Rye bent to scoop up as much as
she could hold and tossed them.
Flora grabbed a long loom needle and advanced threateningly. “Girlie?”
Rye backed away, laughing, with Flora stalking her. When Rye tripped and landed
on her backside, Flora leaped forward to tickle. Rye grabbed for her wrists, all
the while laughing. Their wrestling knocked over baskets and spilled more yarns
on the floor. Flora began laughing too. Rye rolled her over and pinned her
amongst the colourful mess. Flora lay beneath her in glorious disarray. Rye
stopped laughing. Flora lost her smile. Rye’s breathing grew faster and
shallower. Flora’s eyes darkened.
“Rye,” Flora said. “Should we –”
Rye kissed her. After a moment’s hesitation, Flora responded and slid her arms
up around Rye. Their kisses grew harder, more insistent. Rye had never wanted
anything as passionately as she wanted Flora. Rye’s lips couldn’t encompass
enough of her, and she wanted to feel Flora against her whole body. Flora’s
hands clutched at Rye as she writhed and strained beneath her. Her moans bucked
Rye’s arousal up and up. Rye’s wing buds jerked on the brink of bursting through
her T-shirt. The scent of pine sap swamped every other smell and set the blood
roaring through Rye’s veins.
Rye peeled Flora’s top off her and stared at the dryad’s firm breasts before
cupping them in her hands and sucking at them with her mouth. Though breasts and
nipples were hard against Rye’s tongue, Flora’s pale skin was still satin
smooth. Flora’s fingers dug into her hair and shoulder. Rye’s wing buds tried to
unfold with her soaring excitement. She didn’t care. She impatiently tugged at
Flora’s pants. For a moment, she paused, panting, to savour the sight of the
naked dryad lying on a fragmented rainbow. She plunged her face into Flora’s
groin.
When Rye worked her lips back up to her throat, Flora tugged Rye’s belt undone.
Rye shoved her pants down and lowered herself onto her. They writhed and
strained against each other, moaning, and rising to their climaxes. Flora’s
every gasp and half-cry stoked Rye’s lust. Their groans came faster. Their
bodies rubbed harder. Rye grunted and clutched at Flora as her world crashed
with pleasure. Not long afterward, Flora spasmed against her.
Rye sagged. Flora took a shuddering breath and sat up to clutch Rye’s shirt
front in both hands.
“Don’t leave me,” Flora said. “I couldn’t handle it a second time. Do you hear
me, Rye?”
Rye grunted.
“Are you still with me?” Flora asked.
Rye nodded. As her crisis passed, she began realising what they’d done. She was
naked from the waist down. She could feel a darkness hovering just around her,
ready to pounce.
Flora’s fists tightened. “Listen to me. I don’t care what you are. I don’t know
what species you are, but I don’t care. Do you hear me?”
“Shit.”
“It doesn’t matter to me. Rye, look at me. Please.”
Rye lifted her head. Flora’s serious concern showed through the flush of her
afterglow. Rye frowned and put her hands over Flora’s fists. She looked beyond
her. They were in Flora’s workroom. Rye sucked in air as if she hadn’t breathed
for an hour.
“Flora,” Rye said.
Flora smiled. “Yes, lover. Branch, you had me frightened.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Do you remember?”
“Yes.”
Flora leaned close to lightly kiss Rye. She loosened her grip on Rye’s shirt.
“What do we do now?”
Rye sat back on her heels. Her wing buds poked uncomfortably inside her shirt.
“I… I don’t know.”
“Well, why don’t you put your pants back on? I won’t
Flora showed her the offending shelf. Rye immediately saw the problem and
fetched a screwdriver. It was the work of half a minute to tighten it.
“There you go,” Rye said. “All fixed. Girlie.”
Flora’s eyes widened in mock outrage. She threw a hank of wool at Rye. Rye threw
it back. Flora grabbed two more and hurled them. Rye bent to scoop up as much as
she could hold and tossed them.
Flora grabbed a long loom needle and advanced threateningly. “Girlie?”
Rye backed away, laughing, with Flora stalking her. When Rye tripped and landed
on her backside, Flora leaped forward to tickle. Rye grabbed for her wrists, all
the while laughing. Their wrestling knocked over baskets and spilled more yarns
on the floor. Flora began laughing too. Rye rolled her over and pinned her
amongst the colourful mess. Flora lay beneath her in glorious disarray. Rye
stopped laughing. Flora lost her smile. Rye’s breathing grew faster and
shallower. Flora’s eyes darkened.
“Rye,” Flora said. “Should we –”
Rye kissed her. After a moment’s hesitation, Flora responded and slid her arms
up around Rye. Their kisses grew harder, more insistent. Rye had never wanted
anything as passionately as she wanted Flora. Rye’s lips couldn’t encompass
enough of her, and she wanted to feel Flora against her whole body. Flora’s
hands clutched at Rye as she writhed and strained beneath her. Her moans bucked
Rye’s arousal up and up. Rye’s wing buds jerked on the brink of bursting through
her T-shirt. The scent of pine sap swamped every other smell and set the blood
roaring through Rye’s veins.
Rye peeled Flora’s top off her and stared at the dryad’s firm breasts before
cupping them in her hands and sucking at them with her mouth. Though breasts and
nipples were hard against Rye’s tongue, Flora’s pale skin was still satin
smooth. Flora’s fingers dug into her hair and shoulder. Rye’s wing buds tried to
unfold with her soaring excitement. She didn’t care. She impatiently tugged at
Flora’s pants. For a moment, she paused, panting, to savour the sight of the
naked dryad lying on a fragmented rainbow. She plunged her face into Flora’s
groin.
When Rye worked her lips back up to her throat, Flora tugged Rye’s belt undone.
Rye shoved her pants down and lowered herself onto her. They writhed and
strained against each other, moaning, and rising to their climaxes. Flora’s
every gasp and half-cry stoked Rye’s lust. Their groans came faster. Their
bodies rubbed harder. Rye grunted and clutched at Flora as her world crashed
with pleasure. Not long afterward, Flora spasmed against her.
Rye sagged. Flora took a shuddering breath and sat up to clutch Rye’s shirt
front in both hands.
“Don’t leave me,” Flora said. “I couldn’t handle it a second time. Do you hear
me, Rye?”
Rye grunted.
“Are you still with me?” Flora asked.
Rye nodded. As her crisis passed, she began realising what they’d done. She was
naked from the waist down. She could feel a darkness hovering just around her,
ready to pounce.
Flora’s fists tightened. “Listen to me. I don’t care what you are. I don’t know
what species you are, but I don’t care. Do you hear me?”
“Shit.”
“It doesn’t matter to me. Rye, look at me. Please.”
Rye lifted her head. Flora’s serious concern showed through the flush of her
afterglow. Rye frowned and put her hands over Flora’s fists. She looked beyond
her. They were in Flora’s workroom. Rye sucked in air as if she hadn’t breathed
for an hour.
“Flora,” Rye said.
Flora smiled. “Yes, lover. Branch, you had me frightened.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Do you remember?”
“Yes.”
Flora leaned close to lightly kiss Rye. She loosened her grip on Rye’s shirt.
“What do we do now?”
Rye sat back on her heels. Her wing buds poked uncomfortably inside her shirt.
“I… I don’t know.”
“Well, why don’t you put your pants back on? I won’t
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