Vara cried out as he once again filled her.  From this angle, he felt even thicker than he had before. Her hands did their best to grip the edge of the tub, so she had some leverage.  His fingers tracing her spine caused a rippling sensation that sent chills through her.  Other men had wanted to take her this way, but she had always denied them.  It had felt like a power play on their part.  She did not have those concerns with Geraint, she felt like his equal, his partner, even after the short time they had spent together.<br/><br/>She was so consumed with his hands on her breasts and the movement of his hips, that it took her a moment to see the movement in front of her.  Vara caught sight of the wolf just in time to see it change form.  Something within her intuition told her that the spirits here now and the ones that had protected her before in the forest near the village, they were much like the woman before her.  Trapped in an in-between space, still longing for life...Longing for the feelings and sensations of it.<br/><br/>The lips of the woman did not feel wooden, instead, they felt plush and soft, much like most of the other women Vara had kissed.  Their mouths and tongues danced together as they kissed deeply.  Vara wondered who the woman had been, what her name was.  Unbidden, the words<i>Ren Vit</i>came into her mind.  The woman pulled back, cupping Vara’s face in her hands and she looked at Vara for a long moment, and then over her shoulder to Geraint.  He might have been able to sense the silent communication as well.  Ren lowered one of her hands and pressed her palm over Vara’s heart, the bottom edge of her hand making contact with Geraint’s as he teased Vara.<i>Lugn Måne</i>.  The words must have been some kind of label, but Vara did not recognize them.  Ren leaned in and kissed her again, her hand moved slowly to Vara’s side to urge her to straighten her back up a bit.  That hand settled on to Vara’s side.  The change was enough to keep Vara’s thighs against the edge of the tub, but it allowed Ren to slip her other hand between Vara’s legs, and her soft fingers began to massage the swollen nub of her clit.  Vara cried out against Ren’s lips, unable to contain the pleasure she felt between Geraint’s powerful thrusts and Ren’s talented fingers.