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the bed, so she bit her lip and waddled to the bathroom.
    Bites, scratches, hickeys marked most visible skin. Her hair was tumbled wildly from his fingers, and her inner thighs were bright pink from friction. It had been quite an evening.
    She drew a bath and sighed as quietly as she could. The heat was helping the abrasions, and the water removed the bits of stickiness that his tongue hadn’t lapped up.
    Her hair floated around her in a puddle of dark inkiness. She leaned against one of the backrests in the tub built for four. The heat gave her muscles relief, and if she soaked for fourteen more hours, her thighs might touch again.
    “You left without waking me.”
    She didn’t open her eyes. “I was feeling a little tender. I didn’t want to take a chance.”
    The water rose dramatically, but she kept her eyes shut and her arms extended to either side.
    “How can you stand this heat?” His tone was amused.
    She opened one eye and then the other when she saw his limbs mimicking hers. “It is an acquired practice. It relaxes the muscles like nothing else.”
    He snorted. “Come here.”
    “Xeric, seriously, I am too sore for more.”
    He sighed. “Trust me. Come here.”
    She floated through the water and took his hands. He positioned her straddling his lap, but he didn’t make any move to impale her on the thick cock pinned between them. His hands caressed her neck, her shoulders and her breasts, taking the aches and pains and leaving warmth in their wake.
    She jerked when he cupped her buttocks, but he merely stroked away the bruises left by his fingers.
    Sighing, Orphia leaned her head on his chest and tried to ignore his gentle caresses between her thighs. His healing seemed to have a penetration depth of about four inches, so he had to insert a finger to heal her ass completely. The vine had been insistent, and when he had replaced it with his fingers, she hadn’t known which was worse, or better depending on her point of view.
    Her channel was far less irritated, but when he tried to fit a finger inside, it was a struggle. He patiently healed, inched, healed, inched, and finally, her aches and pains were taken care of.
    “Why were you talking with Orpheus?” She murmured it against his neck.
    He shifted her to sit across his thighs. “I had to confirm that Inga was worth the trouble. And to be honest, it was nice to see another Hirn.”
    Orphia chuckled, “I can definitely empathize with that. We may not be extinct, but there are few Terrans running loose up here. It is rare for two of us to run into each other. I miss my own kind.”
    “They are all around us. I will see what we can rig for communication between levels.”
    She blinked and laughed. “Right. I forgot about that. I was rather distracted, I suppose.”
    “It happens in the first days as a Nameless.”
    She yawned and nestled close to him, the warm water and warmer body under her made her sleepy. “What were you doing as the tree?”
    “I gave them a resting place. It slowed them down enough to miss the raiding party that was ravaging the village. A few minutes early and they would have all been killed.”
    “So, it actually was a hurry up and wait scenario.”
    “Yes, it was. But at least there were ways to entertain ourselves that would not interfere with the destiny of those below.”
    She blushed, “You really know how to throw a bomb into a conversation.”
    He stroked her hair. “Did you not enjoy yourself?”
    “You know I did. I merely feel self-conscious about my reactions.”
    “Why? Your passion was lovely to behold.”
    “Because no one has been watching for quite some time. I am usually my only audience.”
    Speaking quietly into his shoulder made it less embarrassing, but when he lifted her chin to face him, there was no judgement in his features. His mild surprise was enough proof that he thought she was being silly.
    Orphia raised her hand to touch his cheek, but a light flared from her skin before she touched