In Kuroinu

Tianne's hands hadn't stopped glowing since breakfast.

Small pulses, gold at her fingertips, flaring whenever she touched anything organic. She'd healed Mila's blister without meaning to. Her hand brushed Mila's ankle and the gold surged and the blister was gone and Mila yelped and Tianne apologized and her hands flared again and a patch of moss at her feet grew an inch.

"I can't control it," she said. "The ambient energy is feeding everything. My magic is responding to stimuli I can't filter."

"In normal words?" Llusse said.

"My hands won't stop doing magic."

"Take a walk," Filia said. She looked at me. "Both of you."

We walked.

Away from camp, deeper into the trees, along a stream that wound through roots and over mossy stones. The water was clear and the fungi along the banks were deep gold, pulsing in time with the humming, and the air was warm and thick and Tianne's hands were glowing steadily at her sides.

She stopped at a fallen branch. Half-broken, bark peeling, dead wood. She crouched and held her hands over it.

"If I can heal something small and controlled, I can recalibrate-"

The branch didn't heal. It bloomed.

Flowers erupted from the dead wood. White and gold, pushing through the bark, buds opening into petals that spread and curled and filled the air with a scent that was honey and green and warm. The branch went from dead to alive to flowering in the span of a breath and Tianne pulled her hands back and stared.

"The forest is feeding my power," she said.

She looked at me. Gold bright at her fingertips and the flowers still growing and the stream beside us running clearer.

"You're feeding my power too," she said.

She closed the distance. Her hands came up and cupped my face and the golden light flickered against my skin, warm, and she kissed me.

Different from any kiss she'd given me. No checking, no hesitation. Her mouth was warm and her hands were on my jaw and the gold was flowing from her palms into my skin and everywhere it touched was lit up. She kissed me like she'd decided something.

I kissed her back and her mouth opened and her tongue found mine and the gold flared brighter between her palms and my face and the heat from her hands spread down my neck and into my chest and my cock was getting hard and she was pressed against me and she could feel it against her hip and she didn't pull away.

Her hands slid to my chest and she pushed.

I went down. My back hit the mossy bank and the moss was cool and soft and she was on top of me, straddling my hips. Her blonde hair fell around her face and her eyes were brown with gold rings and she was looking down at me and her breathing was deep and deliberate.

She pulled her shirt over her head. Her breasts in the dappled forest light, small and firm, her nipples hard from the air or from what she was about to do. The golden glow from her hands cast warm shadows across her stomach and her ribs and the light moved over her skin like water.

She reached for my shirt. I lifted and she pulled it off and pressed her palms flat against my bare chest and the gold poured through her hands and every point of contact buzzed.

Her hips shifted. She was sitting on my cock through the fabric and the pressure was there and she rocked once, experimental, and "Mm-" came out quiet and her eyes half-closed.

She reached between us. Pulled the laces. Freed my cock and her fingers wrapped around it and the gold flowed through her grip. My whole body went hot and my hips pushed into her hand and she stroked once, slow, base to tip, the gold making every nerve raw.

She lifted her skirt. No underclothes. The forest air on her thighs. She positioned herself above me and the head of my cock pressed against her and she was wet, slick and warm, and the gold was there too where our bodies nearly met, amplifying the heat.

She sank down.

Slow. Her eyes closed. Her hands on my chest and the gold pulsing with her heartbeat. The first inch and she was tight and warm and she kept going, slow, deeper, her lips parting as the depth increased. Her pussy clenching around me in the same rhythm as the golden pulse. Deeper still. The fit snug and the wetness coating me and the warmth from her hands running through my chest and meeting the heat where we were joined.

She took me to the base and stopped.

All of me inside her. Her eyes still closed. Her hands still on my chest. The gold pulsing bright and the stream beside us running faster.

"Mm-"

Low. Almost below hearing. The sound vibrated through her body and through my cock.

She rocked her hips. Forward and back, slow, the angle shifting with each roll. My cock moved inside her and her walls gripped and released and the gold flared with each movement. The friction of her around me was sharper and warmer than before.

The moss beside my head was growing. Spreading outward from where the golden light touched the ground through my body. I turned my head. Tiny white flowers pushing up through the new green.

"Don't look at the flowers," Tianne said. Her eyes were open now. Gold-ringed and focused on me. "Look at me."

Her face was flushed. Lips parted. Eyes bright with gold. Her breasts moving with each slow roll, the nipples tight, and her hair was falling across one shoulder and she was on top of me in a forest that was blooming around us and I looked at her and couldn't look anywhere else.

She rocked harder. Hands pressing down. Hips rolling deeper, each stroke bottoming out, and she caught her breath at the end.

"Ah-"

Quiet and low. Lower register than Filia. Deeper, more sustained. Warm. Each moan matched to a golden pulse, and the pulse was getting brighter and the flowers along the stream bank were opening with each one.

"Ah- mm- ah-"

On each stroke now. Her breathing breaking from the deep steady pattern into shorter bursts and the gold was pulsing brighter. Her wetness was increasing. The sound of her sliding on me was louder, slicker, and her cheeks went redder when she heard it. The forest was quiet enough that every wet sound carried and she knew it and her jaw tightened and the gold flared.

My hands found her hips. She sucked in a breath when I gripped her and I pulled her down on the next stroke, setting the depth, and she gasped and the gold blazed and a cluster of flowers erupted from the moss beside my shoulder.

"Haruto- that's- ah-"

The sound of her sliding on me was slicker now. She was getting wetter with each thrust, the magic or the sex or both, and the friction was fading into smooth wet heat. Her hips were moving faster. Her hands on my chest were shaking. The gold was pouring from her palms in a steady stream and her breathing was coming in short bursts between the moans.

"Ah- ah- don't stop- ah-"

Her breasts bouncing with each thrust as she rocked faster, the dappled light catching her skin, and her hair was swinging and her face was flushed and her mouth was open. The moss was spreading outward in every direction and the flowers were taller with each pulse and the stream was running gold at the edges.

I drove my hips up. She'd been setting the pace and my body was done waiting. I thrust up into her and she cried out and her eyes went wide and her hands pressed harder on my chest and the gold blazed bright enough to throw shadows.

"Ah-!"

Again. Harder. Driving up while she bore down and the depth was staggering and her pussy was clenching in tight rhythmic waves. The gold was on my skin, on hers, flowing between us at every contact point. My cock throbbing inside her and the magic amplifying every sensation and the pressure was building at the base of my spine.

"Ah- ah- Haruto- ah-"

Constant. Every thrust. The wet sounds loud and the gold constant and her face was tipped back and her mouth was open and her eyes were gold from edge to edge. Her body tight above me. Flowers growing taller with every pulse.

Her hands were getting brighter. The tell. The gold pulse rate climbing faster, brighter. Her fingertips white-gold, the light spreading up her wrists. Her breathing breaking apart into fragments.

"Ah- ah- I'm- Haruto- I can't- ah-"

I drove up hard. Held deep. Her pussy clenched around me and her body locked and her sword-wait. Not her tell. Her tell was the gold. Her hands blazing white.

She came.

The singing-gasp. The sound rose from her chest, higher and sustained, a note that climbed and broke and the golden light erupted from her hands and her chest and it flowed outward and every plant within reach bloomed at once. White flowers and gold flowers and the moss surged green and the stream ran bright and petals came from above, falling from branches that had been bare, white and gold drifting down.

Her pussy clenching in deep waves and I came inside her and the warmth joined the gold and my hips jerked up and petals were falling on my face and her hair and my vision went white and the forest was singing and I couldn't-

Breathing.

Her face against my neck. Her hands pressed to my skin, warm, the gold fading. Her hair spread across my chest with petals in it, white and gold. Her breathing ragged. Her heartbeat against my chest through her ribs.

The stream was running clearer than it had all morning. The moss beneath us thicker and softer. The flowers along the bank new, still unfurling.

Her heartbeat slowing.

"Haruto?" she said.

"Mm."

"My magic wants to be near you."

"Just your magic?"

She hid her face against my neck. Her hands still glowing between our bodies.

"The healing," she said. Muffled. "I meant-"

"You said that last time."

She didn't move. Her ears were red and the gold was fading at her fingertips and the flowers in her hair were still there and the forest was quiet except for the stream and the humming.

I kissed the top of her head. Her hand curled against my chest and the last of the gold flickered dim.

The forest had changed around us. New growth. New flowers. The moss thicker. The stream brighter.

She was warm on my chest and asleep and the petals in her hair were white and gold and I lay there and listened to the humming and waited.