He felt flowers blooming all around, pushing up and thrusting through the earth—because they were himself, as well, the way everything was just then—and he looked up at Gareth and reached out with a thought, because his body was tremulous with release but his magic was singing and he knew sensations. He knew Gareth felt it because they both felt it—heat, pulsing, slickness, stroking over heated rigid length, making desire flood upward, and then for good measure stroking an unseen fingertip down along Gareth’s c**k, with another finding Gareth’s delectable backside and rubbing at the opening there.
The invisible fingers were a bit shaky too, because he was trembling with aftermath. But what he wanted tended to shape the world; and he wanted to give Gareth pleasure.
Gareth, who’d been lyin
