Book Eight: Chapter 6

“I’m surprised you aren’t asleep already.” Mike moved next to the tree and placed his hands against the bark. “Is the geas keeping your tree awake?”

Amymone nodded. “It’s the magical micro-climate. At the first sign of snow, I’ll drop the rest of my leaves and take a nap. The centaurs have promised me quite the feast in spring.” She looked away from her book and winked. “You’ll need to set aside a whole day for the first day of Spring, by the way.”

Mike’s cock twitched in his pants. “I’ve already got it on my calendar,” he said.

“You’d better.” The dryad yawned, then turned the page. “Now if you’ll excuse me, this dragonrider isn’t going to get fucked by herself.”

“What on earth are you reading?” Mike tilted his head to catch the title of the book, but was distracted by the sound of the back door opening. Ratu the naga stepped into the backyard, her raven hair catching the sun’s light and giving it the appearance of freshly knapped obsidian. “Oh, there you ar