Geraint kissed Vara's throat when she cried out.  Both of his hands grabbed her by the backside and he lifted her mostly out of the tub.  He thought that sex while bathing was arousing, but water made a poor lubricant in his experience.  Skin was good wet, but no more.  He turned Vara around, showing his strength, and pushed her hips against the edge of the tub so her backside was out of the water - so her sex was out of the water.  He stood behind her, one hand grabbing the edge of the tub, the other steadying her hip, and pressed his cock into her.  He pierced her, again, knowing where she wanted it and thinking he knew how to give her pleasure.  When he was inside her, again, he ran his hands up her back, on either side of her spine, before reaching around and holding her breasts.  His fingertips teased her nipples as he rolled himself against her backside, and he started slow, deep thrusts, each one pushing her hips against the porcelain of the tub.  He breath was heavy, and part of a growl, a signal of his pleasure as it careened between them.<br/><br/>Which is when the spirit - or whatever it truly was - detached itself from the wood.  At first, it was like a wolf styled out of living wood, somewhere between plant and animal, somewhere between naturally occurring and designed, combining the beauty of all those things and without any hint of ugliness.  It shifted, then, becoming a human-like woman made of the same materials, totally nude, moving with lithe grace to stand before the two.  The figure crouched down in front of Vara, fingertips tracing down her face, and moving in to kiss Vara if she would let her.