and simply think your words, Orphia.
She grinned, Fine. I will just relax and think to you. So how long have you had wood?
Very funny. I am aware of the Terran euphemism. Since the moment I saw you at the funeral. Fire rushed through my veins, and I was ready to fight or fuck. Unfortunately, fighting won out when your attacker made his move.
She shivered at the image in his mind. Her body pierced and crimson flowing down the centre of her white gown. That is quite the image.
It is burned into my thoughts. I was not sure that I could bring you back enough to accept the healing.
She was draped over his arms and her eyes were open and lifeless. As he lifted her, she started to glow, and then, they were at Home with medical personnel running toward them.
He tried to change the subject. What did you think when you first saw me?
Clearing her throat wouldn’t have done any good, so she simply thought to him, I smelled you first.
She showed him the view of him that she had.
His mental chuckle made her smile.
I suppose that the view could have been worse.
I suppose. Now, technically, I heard you first. At the funeral. Then scent, hearing and finally sight. It was a gradual progression of introduction, and it definitely had an impact on my senses.
What do you see for our future?
What do you mean?
I mean, it is traditional for pairs who will have a bond to see their futures together at the moment that the Orb takes over. What did you see?
She blinked, lost in thought. She hadn’t seen anything. She had heard a voice say, “I have waited for you,” then nothing, just the inner light that the Orb imparted.
She thought she might have replied, but she wasn’t sure. If she concentrated, she could see a life with Xeric, laughter and bedroom scenes that made her cheeks crimson.
As she blinked at the images that she was presented with, she came to a peculiar conclusion. The chain costume she had been wearing was downright dowdy compared to some of the ones in her future. Xeric liked her dressed in bits of leather and little else.
I have seen bits of our future, but it is only recent.
I have seen bits of you, but I do want to see more.
She winced. How much more could there be? You have already seen me naked, shaved and up close.
Oh, my dearest, there is so much more. I will simply have to show you…later.
I thought Ravikka said I had to make the first move.
You already did, when you asked me to help wrap you in chain. It is a slippery slope, but one moment does lead to another, and you did not object.
Hindsight is always 20/20.
The leaves shook as he expressed his amusement.
How is it that you are a tree, Xeric?
The Hirn have been shapeshifters for generations. Any form found in nature is ours to call.
Good to know. So, you can be anyone, any shape?
I can. Do you have a shape you would like to see me in?
She flashed him an image of him on top of her between her thighs. I would like to see you in me.
The leaves trembled again, and she could see heated images of his mouth on her breasts and neck and his hands on her thighs, digging in to the flesh.
She lay back, panting as her body translated the images into arousal. Her thighs shivered, and when she felt a distinct stroke across her clit, she ran a hand over her leathers. A small tendril of vine had made its way into her trousers and was rubbing rhythmically against the heated bit of sensitized flesh.
When she tried to tug at the vine, her hands were pulled to the side, and her neck was pinned in place with more twisting vegetation.
A mask of sorts came over her mouth, and her moans were muffled and swallowed by tiny, soft leaves.
More tendrils coursed over her breasts, abrading her nipples and surrounding the mounds with a massaging motion.
A thicker, twisting vine worked between the lips of her sex and preformed a corkscrew motion that stroked every internal inch of her. The coil widened and spread her channel open while plunging and twisting within