By the Magic of Starlight (The Forbidden Realm) by Serena Gilley Page A

would be too long. Fortunately, the fern Kyne had wrapped around himself after his own clothes had been destroyed by nonmagical resizing didn’t need any distracting pause. She was able to yank it off of him in one quick, easy movement.
    By the Skies, he was huge and hard and she just couldn’t keep her hands off him. His chest, his arms, his undulating abdomen… it was all wonderful. None so much as the magnificent cock she tightened her fingers around, though. It was hot and nearly seared her with desire. Magic filled the little cabin, making her tingle inside as well as out.
    “You taste even better bigger,” he said, moving from her neck to her shoulders.
    “Everything’s better when it’s bigger,” she said, smoothing her hand over the full length of his already enormous cock.
    He responded by pulling her tighter and bringing his kisses to her lips again. She was wrapped in his arms and his wings and could barely breathe now. His tongue sought entrance to her mouth and she willingly gave it. Her hand was wedged securely between them, grasping his cock as if for her life support. Magic was a visible glow in the air now.
    His wings unfurled, stroking the air and lifting them both up off the ground. The cabin was not built for flight, but distance didn’t seem his intent. In a heartbeat, he had her in the bedroom and deposited on the bed. He hovered over her as his hands went to the work of removing her clothes. Somehow the magic around them bent to his will and her feather top seemed to simply float off her body. The pink skirt followed immediately.
    “How’d you do that?” she asked, watching her clothing flutter away from her and onto the floor.
    “Magic.”
    “But what sort of magic? You didn’t use any dust.”
    “I wanted you naked, and now you are. There
is
something special about magic in this place. I like it.”
    “I think I do, too,” she said. “It feels different… wilder, perhaps. I’m used to the magic feeling confined. Usually we harness it and use it as a tool, but this isn’t like that. I’m not sure this is magic I know how to control.”
    “Then don’t control it, Raea. Let yourself go. What do you want the magic to do?”
    It was a very good question. She could feel the magic flowing around them, coursing through them like blood in their veins and air in their lungs. It was part of them in a way she had never experienced before. She had never been so very aware of her magic, never so aware of her body. And Kyne’s.
    What could she do with magic like this? No dust, no wishes… just wanting and desire, breathing and feeling. It was intoxicating and she wanted to give in to it fully. What did she want the magic to do? That was easily answered.
    She wanted to drench her senses in Kyne, in the unfettered emotions she felt for him. And their passion. It was raging, frightening, but also tender and sweet. Yes, so very, very sweet.
    Since the matter of his clothing had already worked itself out, she was left having to dream up some other magical occurrence. It hardly took any thought at all. Instantly a trail of glowing, amber honey appeared from a spot in the air just above them. It poured magically through the empty space between them and trickled in warm, gooey threads over her breasts. Sweetness, indeed.
    Kyne watched in amazement. Raea giggled.
    “It tickles.”
    “By the Skies, you are creative,” he said, his eyes following the slow movement of the thick liquid.
    “Creative and sticky.”
    The last honey beads dropped from a magical point in the air, and then the flow was done. She felt the seeping pool of sweetness creep over her skin. Her nipples puckered as the honey engulfed them, coating her in tingling warmth. She watched, tantalized by her own body, yet aching with want for his.
    “Now I suppose you’ll want me to clean that off you?” Kyne asked.
    “Would you do that for me?”
    He was already dipping in to suckle her. “It might take a while…”
    “I