Chapter 44
Unity.
He undressed. His simple human body was already throbbing with need. Years, the journey. Most passed in the Sleep. She, of course, did not age as a human. She bloomed each anum, refreshed and renewed. In winter, she went deep, root and soil.
She loved his nakedness, his strange human form. She touched, tasted, drew tendrils and leaves and petals over his flesh. He surged, aching. Their thoughts mingled, only when they were so close that her mind was one with his could she hear the flavor of his love. He fell to his knees, weak with desire. He stroked the soft flowers, the pheromones of her wanting filled his senses. Delirious with joy, Unity exploded. His cock seemed too small to give such joy, such a tiny part of him, when each particle of Bowen gave her delight. She quivered at his nearness, blossomed under his thoughts.