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The Healing Spell
By Kiki Howell
Chapter One
“Here again?”
It wasn’t so much the voice, as the sound breaking through the silent stillness that made his breath hitch and his body jolt. Reacting on instinct, his hands braced in front of his body hunching his shoulders. He rounded on the source of the words.
The rapid beat of his heart gave way to a burst of boyish laughter as the voice emerged in the form of a woman just wanton enough to look like she belonged in the foliage that still partially concealed her.
She seemed to take no offense to his folly standing there braced against a tree. A thousand tiny fibers in her cloak shimmered in the moonlight. The waves of her fair hair formed an aura lighting her skin to a satin-like sheen.
“Sorry, you scared me. I thought I was alone, and then I saw…” He paused, distracted as she slithered from the tree. With her hands on her hips, the curves of her body were revealed. She fit with the forest, a combination of soft shapes and drastic edges.
“I have watched you hovering over this small stream of water listless, barely living at the survival level of existence.” The trim fingers of her hand came to rest on his still thumping heart. “I can help you remember that pleasure is the magick of life, if you are daring enough to follow me.”
Before he could try to make sense of her poetic proposal, her fingers strummed over his cock. In their wake, a flow of vibrations prickled into his skin then streaked through his veins. He was incapable of a reply. The words she uttered and the senses she invoked intermixed into a blissful confusion.