CHAPTER 145

"Are you doing this?" Abella's awe-filled voice sounded far away.

He opened his eyes to see that the clearing was no longer bound in snow. The grass and bushes had shoved their way free of winter's icy embrace, and the trees rustled as if caught in a heavy wind. All around them, flowers were blooming and turning to face the sun.

It wasn't just the flora that was reacting either. Woodland creatures were appearing along the edge of the clearing. Squirrels and raccoons sat in trees, and a pair of bucks circled the outside. Mice sat on their haunches by the river's edge, their eyes shining with curiosity.

The river sparkled in the sun's light as bubbles broke free of its surface and floated in the air, bouncing around like tiny beach balls. The air shimmered with motes of light that swirled around him like fireflies, his magic manifesting in a new way altogether.

This was like Naia's magic, he thought. How many times had he seen her entrance the small creatures of the neighborhood with her songs? Stunned by this development, he turned to face Abella. The gargoyle's eyes were bright with wonder as she held up a hand and a finch landed on it and sang to her.

"It's almost like a fairy tale," she whispered.

Afraid he would break the spell, he said nothing. Animals approached them both, bowed as if paying their respects, then disappeared into the woods. Mike picked some golden flowers that sprouted by his feet and walked toward Abella.

"These are for you," he told her, but was surprised to see that the flowers had woven themselves into a crown. There was no beginning or end, it was almost like the stalks had melted into each other.

Smiling, Abella took the crown from him and placed it on her head.

"Thank you." She placed her hands against his chest, then slid them down his sides and around his waist. "I didn't know a walk with you could be so exciting."

"Abella, I..." He was cut off when she pressed her firm lips against his. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, but then down to his butt. She squeezed him, then pulled him against her.

The music around them intensified, but Abella showed no reaction to it. Assuming only he could hear it, he was suddenly distracted by the feeling of Abella's flat stomach rubbing against his groin.

He moved his hands up her back until he found her wing joints. She moaned into his mouth as he rubbed them, then moved a hand down to the base of her tail. She crouched down and pulled him with her until she was on her back. The thick reeds of grass leaned away from them, silhouetting Abella's body on the ground.

Mike broke the kiss and straddled her, his fingers moving along her chest. She pressed her breasts together and grinned.

"I saw something in one of my shows that I kind of want to try with you," she said with a blush. "It's called a boob fuck."

He didn't have the heart to correct her online terminology, so he pulled off his pants to oblige.

Though the air was cold, he barely felt it. Abella's body was radiating heat that he now had a better understanding of, and he shifted his hips forward until his pelvis was just below her breasts.

"Like this?" he asked, then pressed his cock between her breasts.

"Almost." She leaned forward enough to lick his cock and then smear her spit along the length of his shaft. "That should work."

When she laid back down, he pushed forward. As firm as they were, they didn't yield at all. The sensation was nice, and she stuck out her tongue to tease the head of his cock whenever it poked above her breasts.

"This feels good, but what do you get out of it?" he asked.

"Are you kidding? I can feel how warm and soft it is. Well, relatively speaking." She squeezed her breasts together, which increased the pressure on his shaft. "And I'll admit that I love how fragile you feel."

"Fragile?"

She smirked. "I can easily crush a rock between my breasts. It's...one of those weird things you do a few times for fun when you're young and tired of looking at birds on the cathedral roof."

It was an oddly specific statement, but Mike let it go. He could see Abella's cheeks darkening in passion as he fucked her breasts, and knew that she was getting far more out of it than he was. He didn't mind. After all, sex wasn't about keeping score, and if this was something that excited her, he was happy to oblige.

She grunted, and her hips lifted off the ground. When he looked back, he saw that she was teasing her pussy with the pliable tip of her tail. It was a bit difficult, but he was able to reach back to help penetrate her with her own tail.

Abella licked her lips, and then licked the head of his cock. Precum created a sticky strand that temporarily connected them until she broke it with her finger and then shoved it in her mouth.

"Yummy," she commented, then gasped. Her eyes flashed with an inner light and a breeze blew through the clearing, ruffling his hair.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's fine." She grabbed the shaft of his cock and gave him a couple of tight strokes. He groaned as she managed to extract some more cum, and then ate it. The same phenomenon manifested, and she closed her eyes and groaned.

"What's happening?" he asked.

"You've changed," she told him. "Since the last time we did this, anyway. Your essence, it has become far more...potent." She arched an eyebrow at him.

He didn't bother trying to come up with an explanation. Ever since his threesome with Dana and Quetzalli, and the previous night's dream, he had felt different. His magic was no longer confined to crawling sparks, or sex lightning as he called it. Something bigger was happening to him, and he was really only along for the ride.