"Xandor, I cannot float in the air with nothing between me and the ground. Please, release me." Her eyes were glued to his, fear making them darker.
An idea struck him and with a wave of his hand, he materialized a cottony-looking substance beneath her. He gave it a soft consistency so she would feel its pressure beneath her flesh. It stuck out about a foot all around the edge of her body.
"Is that better?"
"Yes." Her voice still trembled, but just barely.
"I'm sorry if I frightened you, beloved. It was thoughtless of me. I have been a sorcerer so long, sometimes I forget not everyone is familiar with things I take for granted." He would have to slow down, make sure Zira accepted this magic before moving on.
She stared up at him, a tentative smile replacing the frozen grimace.
"You are forgiven. You promise I won't fall?"
"Never, not as long as I stand here alive before you."
Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes. "Like this?"
Brushing the silken locks at her jaw line, he soothed her with soft love words. He was proud that she had remembered his instruction in spite of the traumatic experience he'd flung on her. Leaning down, he kissed her gently, the pressure as light as yesterday's feathers had been. Repeatedly, he kissed her lovely face, down to her swan neck and then back again to her lips. Soon, she was relaxed; her body sagged into the downy substance beneath her.
"Open your eyes, I don't want you to be surprised by the magic I have planned for you."
Her curious gaze stayed on him while he palmed his hands and centered his powers.
The water of the tiny pool started bubbling, something she couldn't see. Several clouds the size of watermelons erupted from the stew, bursting forth from the liquid as if they'd been bound by magic to the pool's essence. With a wave of his hand he sent one over each of Zira's lovely breasts, keeping the last off to the side for now.
"What?" She stared at the puffy confections.
"Shhh." He smiled. "Just ride the experience. Don't question the magic." Surely, she wouldn't be frightened of cute Little rain clouds. Not taking her eyes from the pale blue clouds, she still gasped when Xandor snapped his fingers and the tiny mass of moisture-laden air started raining on her breasts. "It's cold," she cried, jerking away.
"Sorry." Lug-head.
With a wave over her body, he changed the water to a most pleasant warmth.
"Better?"
"Oh, yes. Very nice." She couldn't keep the surprise from her voice.
"Are you giving me a bath before we start?"
"No, I'm washing you in my magic."
Zira didn't understand what he was talking about, but concentrated on the pleasing shower, which hit her breasts and nipples like thousands of tiny massaging fingers. She didn't have to look down to know her nipples had hardened-not merely due to the water hitting them. They had become quickly excited by the surprising magical shower.
The rain changed in rhythm, became harder in spots and lighter in others. The next minute, the drizzle shifted again, hitting her sensitized breasts in different areas. Glancing at Xandor, she saw him waving his hands at the clouds and directing their showering movements. Like a music director. She almost giggled at that thought, but her flakora ached too much for laughter.
She couldn't hold back a moan-the rain massaged her nipples into hard, aching nubs. They responded to the rain like a lover, thrusting skyward to offer better access. She fixed her eyes on her wizard. It was as if every time his strong hands made a movement directing the down-pouring liquid, he stroked her swollen breasts himself. Desire flashed through her.
In confusion, she watched when his gaze left her body and flicked to the side. Turning her head, she spied another tiny cloud waiting on the sidelines. What did he plan on doing with a third?
