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“Immediate consequences? What the hell does that mean?” Sonya muttered. She shook the bracelet again and finally the beeping stopped.

She was just breathing a sigh of relief when she felt something warm against her wrist. Then the warmth became heat and the heat turned to burning.

With a little shriek, Sonya turned her hand over and saw that the clear gem was now red hot—it was glowing like a coal against her skin—burning her! And though she shook and tugged on the bracelet, it wouldn’t unclasp.

It was stuck on her wrist, seemingly intent on burning a hole right through her skin and there was no way she could get it off!

TWENTY-ONE

NATE

“So this ‘Singing Wood’—why do they call it that?” Nate asked as casually as he could.

He had woken up incredibly refreshed and feeling better than he could remember in a long time. The knot of anxiety which had taken up permanent residence in his stomach for the past five years, seemed to have melted away—at least temporarily. And instead of bad dreams churning in the back of his brain, he’d had the most erotic dream he could remember having since he was a horny teenager.

Probably because my face was still pressed against her beautiful full breasts, he thought, casting a sidelong glance at Lan’ara. What he’d done to her that morning made his face hot.

To be fair, he’d been still half asleep and the dream had been playing over and over in his mind. In it, he’d been sitting on the bed and he had been straddling him with her soft little pussy pressed against his aching cock. She’d been wearing the same kind of white gown that all the women wore here, cut low in the front to show the swells of her full breasts.

“Are you thirsty, Nate?” she’d asked softly, looking down at him.

“God, yes!” he’d growled, feeling his cock surge.

“Then why don’t you drink?” And she had done something to her gown to make the top disappear completely.

Nate had found her full breasts were filling his hands and her ripe nipples, which were a darker shade than her pale lavender skin, thrusting in his face. He could see a drop of amber liquid clinging to one tight peak and he put out his tongue and tasted it.

Sweetness and warmth and pleasure and goodness—that was what it had tasted like. In the dream he had immediately wanted more. He had sucked her ripe nipple into his mouth, drawing deep to get more of the honey-colored liquid.

Lan’ara had moaned softly and thrust her breasts forward, clearly offering him as much as he wanted. Nate had sucked hard, drinking of the endless flow while he felt his cock straining against her pussy as he kneaded and massaged her big, beautiful breasts…

She moaned again—louder this time—and that was the sound that had woken him up. His eyes had opened and Nate had realized that he had his head pillowed on one of her breasts and he was cupping the other through her thin, silky night dress. He was kneading it and teasing her tight nipple through the thin fabric while Lan’ara moaned and shifted restlessly under him.

“Fuck!” he’d exclaimed, sitting up quickly and releasing her breast. What must she think of him? She’d offered him comfort last night and he’d repaid her by grabbing her! He wasn’t the kind of guy to reach under a woman’s skirt or into her blouse without permission, but now she was going to think he was an asshole who took whatever he wanted without asking.

“Sorry,” he had muttered, shamefaced.

But Lan’ara hadn’t gotten angry. At least, not as far as he could tell. She’d sat up in bed as well and smiled at him.

“You must have been having a good dream,” she’d murmured. “Do you remember what it was about?”

Unfortunately, he did. Nate had felt his face getting hot as he remembered his dream about drinking amber colored sweetness from her breasts. What was wrong with him, anyway? Sure, he’d always liked big, natural breasts and Lan’ara’s were the most beautiful he’d ever seen. But he’d never been into lactation porn or milk play or anything like that.

It hadn’t been milk coming from her nipples though—it had been something else. The amber liquid had been thick and sweet and filled with something that made him feel amazing as he sucked it from her breast…

“The Singing Forest is filled with Fala trees which hum to each other,” Lan’ara said, breaking his train of thought.

“Huh?” Nate looked over at her.

They were walking together down a long path that led away from the Healing Grotto through gently rolling hills. Behind them was the vast purple sea and in the distance, like a white smudge along the horizon, was their destination. The sky was a pale greenish color and the grass on the hills around them looked like tall stalks of blue wheat which rippled like waves in the soft, sweetly scented breeze.

It was beautiful and so completely unlike the environment Nate had left back on Earth that so far nothing had triggered the panic and fury that lived inside him like a sleeping beast.

“You asked how the Singing Forest got its name,” she said patiently and Nate realized he’d been thinking so hard about the strange erotic dream he’d had—and the embarrassment of grabbing her breast uninvited—that he’d forgotten what they were talking about.

“Oh, right—right,” he said nodding. “Uh…and why are we going there again?”

“Because it’s beautiful and tranquil,” Lan’ara said simply. “Forgive me if I am wrong, but it seems to me you could use some beauty and tranquility in your life, Nate.”

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