Chapter 132

“No.” Harmony's voice hitched. “Dammit. I should be there. He was my father. Arrangements need to be made. I will be there in three days time. Please, do nothing until I have come. I will go in his place.” She begged the dryad.
She knew her. They were girls together. Best friends. She had jokingly suggested that when she was old and gray and her dryad-friend remained in a state of youth, that her own children would know her even better.
But when Harmony went off to college she had denounced her gifts. She broke her vow to the goddess. The dreaming song in her heart went silent. She lost her best friend. Now, she knew, she would lose the only one left in her life; her son.
“By the time you arrive, it will be done. We will have completed the circle. Is this not what you have always foreseen? What you had even wanted, once upon a time?” Mistletoe questioned.
“I thought I would have daughters.” Harmony admitted sullenly. “I never knew when we made that pact it would be a son.”
“The universe and Mother works in ways we cannot always know. I love him as I loved you. As I love Mother-tree and her love. You hurt us all when you turned your back. Xander will never do that, not with me in his life. He will embrace his destiny. He will not cut out his heartwood, friend.” She silently snapped the phone closed.
Mistletoe gave Xander's hand a reassuring squeeze. His hand trembled in hers. She lifted it to her lips, bringing his focus back to her face.
“We should go to Mother-tree.” She told him, breaking the silence.
Xander was too stunned to respond. His feet moved of their own volition, trailing behind her. The only thing registering in his mind was the sway of her hips, hypnotic; like a metronome, counting out notes of a song. She led him out of the house and down the hill, passed the pasture, passed the stream, and directly to the great old Oak tree. She tugged on his hand and pulled him to the ground.
Dappled sunlight streamed through the leaves of the tree, casting a golden glow over them. Mistletoe pushed on his chest so that he was leaning against the tree. The bark of the tree bit into his skin, cutting him. Blood seeped through his shirt. He didn't care. He let her strip his shirt off him. He watched, as if from a distance as she slid her garment down her arms, over her pert breasts, and tossed it aside.
She lay down on her back beside him, her face turned to his, unmoving, except for her wide blinking eyes.

The spring green grass caressed her naked body and she felt free again. She loved the organic garment that Mother-tree had gifted her with upon her return to the tree, but it had felt confining and unnatural to her. Mother-tree had explained that when she left the tree, in this day and age, she would need to cover up in case a human did happen to see her; like Xander did.
“I am unsure what to do.” Her voice hitched. She knew if she gave her magic free rein, it would know just what to do. But she wanted to forget that and just be a woman with a man, right now.
“Do you not want to lie with me?” Still no response.
Mistletoe sat up and took his hands in hers, watching him for a reaction. She leaned in slowly, hesitating, as her nervous lips hovered over his. He just stared at her. She wondered if he was still in shock. Dipping her head down, she lightly brushed her lips across his. She licked her lips, tasting the kiss and pressed her mouth to his, less unsure. Her confidence grew when his tense body relaxed. The tip of her tongue pushed against his lips, parted them, and slipped in.
“Mm.” She murmured, swiping her tongue against his. His lips softened beneath hers, moving against her own. She closed her eyes as he became an active participant. Finally, some kind of response. She opened her eyes and placed his hands on her breasts. A spark of light seemed to come back into his eyes. She moved his hands beneath hers to massage her breasts, allowing the vines of her hair to come down and slide up his chest; to stroke his lips, to entangle in his hair.
His hands reached up and entwined in her twining hair. Mistletoe yelped as he flipped her onto her back and rested his weight on her, batting the wandering vines away. She called the magic back to her. She couldn't believe she let that happen. His eyes darkened and she was afraid she had offended him.
“Xander...” She began, wanting to apologize. He shook his head at her slowly, deliberately, laying his finger on her mouth. Mistletoe wondered what the rest of him tasted like. When he didn't remove his finger she licked the tip. He groaned. Encouraged, she licked it again and covered it with her mouth.

Her mouth was warm and moist. Xander's cock leaped in his jeans, coming to sudden life and hardening instantly. God, if that's what she could do to just his finger, imagine what she could do elsewhere. He pushed the thought away, momentarily.
He let her suck his finger for a few more minutes, then trailed his fingers down her cheek, caressing her neck. He caught her tipped ear with his lips. She whimpered as he breathed warmth into it, teasing her, swirling his tongue against the lobe. Sliding his fingers down her chest, he circled each breast, avoiding her nipples. Still, they pebbled up. He cupped her breasts and rubbed the pads of his thumbs around the aureoles. She arched her back, her breath shallowing.

The sun was warm on her bare skin. Mistletoe looked up at the spreading branches of Mother-tree. She frowned, seeing browning leaves where there should have been green.
The long grasses teased her body as Xander's fingers tantalized her nipples. She focused her attention on the sensations he was evoking. Her breasts filled his hands and he was playing with them, gently squeezing and releasing.
His mouth closed over one. She closed her eyes, arching up into his hands. His tongue worked each of her nipples, suckling them into his hot mouth. Moisture gathered between her thighs and she crossed her legs worried by it. She had never felt herself grow wet before.
Xander noted the look of concern on her face and rubbed his nose against hers. He took her hand in his and placed it on her chest, moving her hand in circles around her own breasts, bringing it to slip down her abdomen and stomach, pausing above the delicate ringlets. She bit her lip and looked at him for guidance.
He held her gaze with his, as he guided her hand down over the curls to cup the mound of her pussy. She relaxed her thighs and slid her fingers against the wet slit, lifting her head to watch as her finger disappeared between her folds. Glancing up at him, she saw the hungry look in his eye. She blushed furiously and started to remove her fingers.
“Touch yourself.” His voice startled her and she stopped moving her fingers, removing them from inside. More interesting was the deep tone his voice now had.
“Mistletoe, it's OK. Feel how wet you are. This is normal. It's good. You're very beautiful. Don't be afraid.” He whispered as he drew her hand against her heat, to touch and stroke the moisture. He let her hand go.
She nodded and let her fingers explore her wetness and heat, sliding her finger in and out of the wet opening. It was slippery. Closing her eyes, she joined another finger with the first, reaching deeper inside to feel more. While she explored, Xander dipped into the moisture and brought his finger up to touch her clitoris. Her eyelids flew open as she jumped at the touch.

Xander couldn't believe how such a small amount of stimulation could cause her to grow so wet, so quickly. Her scent filled his senses; the lavender scent that was growing familiar to him and an earthy, almost spicy scent that was coming from the sweetness between her thighs. He craved her. He had to taste her.
Caressing the tops of her thighs, he moved his hands down her legs to lift those sculpted calves up to his lips. He kissed back up one leg and then the other, his tongue licking each knee. He watched her squirm. The next kiss slightly higher on her leg, just above the knee. As he kissed the soft flesh of the inside of her thigh, one hand moved upwards to play with her nipple.

Xander's moist mouth on the inside of her thigh raised goose bumps on Mistletoe's skin. His other hand moved back down to her wetness as is knee gently parted her thighs. The fabric of the jeans felt rough on her delicate skin. She licked her lips and moved her hand to her chest to squeeze the unattended breast, rolling the nipple between the fingers of one hand. His fingers spread her lips, running along the slickness of them. A cool breeze teased the exposed skin and she got a chill, then shuddered when his tongue dipped down into her heat. Her hips rolled forward automatically and she gasped.
He slowly licked her, letting her get used to the feel of his tongue on her most sensitive places. She moaned when his fingers slid in, touching her from within. She continued to roll her nipples between the fingers of one hand, as she glided the other hand down over the taut muscles of her abdomen to fist in his hair, keeping him where she wanted him. Keeping him where she suddenly needed him to be. Trembling legs opened for him completely, the ache in her core and the sensations of his tongue eliciting a soft whimper.

Xander ran his tongue from the top of her slit to bottom. She tasted fresh and sweet like morning dew, or honeysuckle. He wanted more. With each pass of his tongue he pressed a little harder, pushed a little deeper, growing ever closer to his goal. He wanted to see the look on her face, to know what he was doing to her. But she held him against her body, her hips moving with the rhythm of his fingers sliding inside her.
He paused and pushed his nose against her nub, following with his mouth. She cried out and bucked her body when his tongue flicked against her swollen clit. She let go his hair and grabbed at the grass beneath her, ripping up wildflowers. He watched her head thrash against the grass. Gripping her thighs, he lifted. Her body rose up off the ground and she mewled as he buried his face between her thighs, lapping and licking faster and faster.