Page 45 of The Tenth Muse

Dropping down from above, I catch her up, caging her with vines and twigs grown from my own body.

“What’s this? A centaur caught off guard?” I wrap around her more tightly, sprouting twigs to twist into the straps of the harness that holds a piece of moss green cloth over the front of her torso with its leather straps. It is so easy to pull her up off her front hooves. “How should I punish her for such complacency?”

Smiling, Tana turns her face toward me.

“Am I complacent if I know that the dryad who keeps this glade safe will keep me safe as well?”

Tana’s hand rises, taking hold of mine, pressed over her heart.

“You’re supposed to play along,” I whisper.

She tips her head to the side, braided necklace sliding on her skin, a smile on her petal soft lips.

“Now that you’ve caught me, what forfeit do I owe?” Her gaze drops to my lips and I change them for her, softening the hard wood before I kiss her.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers against my mouth.

“I have missed you, too.”

Lingering here, holding her like I’ve caught her in a trap, I kiss her again. Our time together is always too short. I don’t plan to waste any of it.

I want to turn that smile into the scowl of bliss. I want her sighs to turn to whimpers and then screams.

I want my glade to echo with the sounds of her pleasure and the very air to be filled with the magic of her ecstasy.

Fingers slipping into her mane of hair, I hold her even closer to me as I stretch and grow, making myself into the shape I know will allow me to do all the things I want to.

It’s grotesque in the name of function and I distract her from the extra appendages sprouting from me by slipping one of them beneath that soft fabric held in place by her harness.

Plucking it away, I let the fabric flutter to the ground and slide her bags off as well.

In the years I have known her, her breasts have ripened from firm unmalleable flesh to these beautiful, soft fruits … I fondle them, pinching the bud of her nipples and smile as she flinches away

“What happened to hello?” She chuckles, shivering against my touch, and I catch up her hands.

“We never have enough time for hello.” All I ever get are long goodbyes.

I coil my hand, turning it into a knotted club, and Tana stamps one foot when I slide it along her soft and swollen pussy.

Soon.Soon I’ll make her whimper and whinny.

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A Long Overdue Reunion

Tana

“Fyrn.”Her name is a whimper and my skin flickers as her firm, twiggy fingers trace down my spine.

She doesn’t give me the chance to tell her we have time.We don’t need to rush.

She kisses me, trying to distract me.

Fyrn loves when things grow … hands trail over my body, learning the ways in which it has changed since I last saw her.

I lose track of the number of hands she’s grown for me this time.

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