Geraint worked with the spirit woman to find the proper rhythm with Vara between them.   His hand on her hip moved to her backside, gripping as he moved with her, inside of her.  When Ren pushed just so, sending Vara to the peak of her pleasure, there was an unstoppable cascading effect.  The wave hit him, and he thrust himself deep, hard one more time inside of Vara's sex, and his stomach fluttered and burned as Vara's sex did its magic, everything amplified, surreal and beautiful - and when it seemed it had ended, it started again, and Geraint let out a hard groan, sweating and trembling all over, and when it seemed it<i>must</i>end, it happened a third time.  Geraint's head fell forward, and he bit into Vara's shoulder hard enough to draw blood, leaving a mark.<br/><br/>Then, in the afterglow, when his sense of self returned to him, Geraint wondered what had happened.  No, not what had happened, what it meant that it happened.  He certainly hadn't planned to share Vara like this - and for their second sexual encounter?  He knew that things grew strange in the wilds, that it was savagery and beauty mixed together, often indistinguishable from each other.  And often those strange events had consequences beyond the moment.<br/><br/>Ren bent her lovely but distinctly not-quite-human head to whisper something into Vara's ear.  Despite his hearing, Geraint could not hear it, and perhaps there was nothing<i>to</i>hear, just the breath of the spirit against Vara's skin.