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romance. When her head hit the pillow, she drifted off to sleep and dared not dream. On the odd occasion she did not fall asleep quickly, she had learned how to self-comfort herself physically using that brief, exciting, nearly life-changing kiss as a catalyst for more pungent and detailed thoughts.
    As Asparas and she embraced, Sigyn clearly knew that any thoughts of the kiss with Johnny the tailor’s son paled in comparison to the kiss she was now experiencing. Asparas’ lips were as soft as down pillows and as sweet as blueberry mead. The warmth of the water and warmth of the woman and the anticipation of pleasures to come made Sigyn even more eager to return the embrace.
    Asparas parted Sigyn’s lips with her clever tongue and lulled Sigyn into a hot, pulsating deep kiss. Sigyn tasted the essence of the cider on Asparas’ tongue. She was sure it wasn’t enough to lock her into the fairy realm. She hoped it wasn’t enough to lock her in the fairy realm.
    As Asparas pulled her into the water and slid her long fingers over her body, Sigyn wasn’t sure if she could ever withdraw from this place again. It was that glorious, this pressing of bodies and lips. Sapphic lovers were common in the kingdom. For birth control and when husbands were away—but now Sigyn realized the popularity of holding another woman was far, far more tantalizing than simply sex that didn’t produce children. Surely, this was the root of all female magic. Woman to woman. Embrace to caress. Exploration of kisses and abandoning all control to consume the purity of womanhood.
    Asparas suckled on Sigyn’s nipples and slid her right hand between the girl’s legs. Sigyn startled as the wood-wife pushed aside the tufted outer lips to caress her in places sure to set her belly ablaze.
    Tangled like the uppermost thin branches of the wood-wife’s tree, a knot of legs and arms, Sigyn made love to the dryad and took whatever the wood-spirit had to offer in return.
    She achieved her first orgasm by someone else’s hand. And mouth.
    She gave her first orgasm as well.
    Lips locked and tongues speaking the sensual language only lovers know Sigyn could taste her own essence from Asparas’ mouth. Like a pungent stew or heady aroma, she shook with desire to taste more. Even as Asparas transmitted the whereabouts of Prince Lin to her through gentle caresses of fingertips across her skull.
    To stay in the arms of this brilliant forest child became a stronger pull than even becoming landlord to half the kingdom. Sigyn buried her head between Asparas’ legs a second time. Nothing else mattered. Nothing…
    The bizarre image of two ogresses, naked and drooling over a rich crimson-covered bed assaulted her as she performed cunnilingus. Distracted and more than slightly revolted, Sigyn pulled back. “The ogres have the prince,” she said softly. “And they’re using him sexually.”
    Asparas sat up. “Yes.”
    “Where is their lair?” Sigyn asked. She wracked her brain, trying to clear the fog caused by the droplet of fairy cider and enchanted sexual release— what did Asparas impart to me? What was it? A mirror? No…the surface of a lake? There is no lake near here. A puddle, perhaps. A pool of clear water. Yes. A pool of water. “Where is the stream that fills a basin at which the prince was captured?”
    “It is due east of this place. You can reach it in one day if you travel quickly and do not wander astray,” Asparas replied. “You must forgive me for trying to persuade you to stay with me for a while. I cannot help what I am, or what I am compelled to do.”
    “I understand. It is your nature. Just as it is mine to follow this quest to its conclusion.”
    “Sigyn of the garden corner, beware of the geese and the fog they summon. Should you see a strange mist or hear the trumpet of a wild goose far from a body of water, run as fast as you can in the opposite direction. I will alert all cedar nymphs to give you shelter if you must flee in such