EXTRACT FOR
The Dryad's Passion
(Alana Church)

"What," she asked, "was that?"



Finian grinned up at her like a fool, his face full of a joy that echoed her own. "Humans call it an orgasm."



"And human women...have these...orgasms...often?"



He shrugged, seemingly embarrassed, and sat back on his heels, the movement bringing more of his magnificent body into view. She eyed it with unabashed hunger. "I think they can. I don't know if they do. The woman who...who was my first lover...taught me how to please her. I am very happy that what works for women works for dryads as well, Eilonwy."



She was suddenly consumed by a blazing fire of jealous fury. Another woman had dared to lie with her beloved? Had she taken his seed within her? Born his child?



She forced the anger away, another thought striking her. "Can...can men have this orgasm, as well?"



A lopsided smile pulled his mouth into an attractive curve. "Oh, yes. We can."



"And how is it done?"



He made a cautious gesture towards his cock, which was still rising proudly from its nest of pubic hair at his groin. "With your hands. Or your mouth." She felt her eyes widen in surprise. That in her mouth? She fought back a giggle. Of course, a few moments ago, you would never have thought Finian would put his mouth where he did. And look how pleasantly that turned out.



"Or, if you allow it," he continued, his face as red as his hair, "I could...we could..." he stuttered to a halt.



Suddenly realizing what he was trying to say, Eilonwy lay back in the grass, letting her legs sag apart lewdly. Her eyes were drawn to his groin like a flower following the sun across the sky. His male hardness bounced in time with his heartbeat. "Inside me?" she whispered. Despite everything, she felt a tiny stab of worry. How would he...gods, how would he fit?



"Yes." Although quiet, his voice throbbed with need.



"Then come, my love," she said, letting go of her fear and allowing her own desire fill her voice. She held out her hands to him. "Come to me."