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transparent, and it was laced with spindly veins close to
the surface. A strange unearthly glow that came from within gave
his skin a hue and texture like that found on the translucent
surface of a pale orchid. His dark hair scrolled over his shoulder,
like a wild creeping vine. He was like no other man she had seen
before.
    "Have you come to save me?"
    His brow furrowed and she heard a deep
resonant voice speak within her mind. "From what do you wish to be
saved?"
    Tara did not see his lips move.
    He continued to search her face as she
thought about his question.
    Tara's senses altered. Time as she had known
it had adjourned from them, she could sense its very suspension in
the air. She could find no answer to his query.
    He leaned forward and put his lips to hers
in a seductive kiss.
    Tara started, then melted, for it was the
best thing she'd ever felt.
    His lips were cool but sensuous in their
touch. As she responded to the arousal he kindled in her the most
beautiful sensations spread throughout her body. His lips gently
parted. She felt the hard, tactile stem of his tongue and took it
into her mouth, allowing it to beguile her senses further.
    He was her mystical lover—the one who
watched and waited for her, the one who had aroused her so when she
lay on the tomb—Tara knew it.
    A sweet and sudden understanding came over
her as he imbued her body with his spirit. It was the spirit of
Subterranea, the vitality of the dark undergrowth that thrust
through the earth and held it in its powerful embrace. She readily
exchanged all normal sensation for the exquisite feelings he
aroused in her. He claimed her.
    He groaned and whispered in her mind as he
thrust into her. "I've been waiting for you."
    Tara felt a sharp pain within, then
heaviness stole deep within her loins, an energy that stunned her
then dispersed pools of sensation through her body. She had been
pinioned once more, but this time it was by her destined nocturnal
lover.
    Intense pleasure overcame her. Tara craved
more. There was no fear in her now, only the joy of discovery. She
drew back and saw that his body had melded with hers. Huge roots
thrust forth from the earthy ground and ploughed into her body
through his. They were entwined in a frenzy of organic stems that
coiled around them and thrust within.
    When she lifted her hand, she realized that
it was now conjoined with his. They had become woven together with
the plant in the rich pattern of nature's tapestry. She looked into
his incandescent eyes and saw his true form reflected in their
strange irises. She recognized it through some hidden aspect of her
own nature, the aspect that had reached forth for its realization
and fulfillment.
    She closed her eyes and released herself
fully to him.
    A primeval and strident force rose up and
took her over. Breathless with longing, Tara wrapped herself around
him and rode the wave with him, reaching for something, something
innate.
    Roots and stems sought her out from the
darkest corners of the labyrinth, greeting her, thrusting into her,
filling her and embracing her. Her lover's eyes grew more luminous
still as he gazed at her, his form pulsating and powerful as he
claimed her.
    "Oh, yes, I have found home," she cried
out.
    She felt the rush of sap within her veins.
It was the sweetest nectar her body had ever known and she was
carried high and long upon the wave of ecstasy it spread through
her. Xylem and phloem bedded within her, and her new form took root
and began to evolve.
     
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    Tara transmuted and transformed through
their union and became as one with him.
    The fecund earth became Tara's new home and
she thrived in its succulent bed. Her mate guided her and together
they crept forth through the fertile earth of their empire, to
enmesh it with loving tendrils.
    They made their seat finally upon that grave
that had once felt so sensual to her. When her new-born leaves
unfurled upon the memorial stone, she did not mourn the loss of the
fragmentary