Chapter 62

"You have saved me again, Slánaitheoir." Iris said softly. 

I squeezed her hand, "It is my privilege." 

Her eyes trapped mine, dilatation swelling and teaming with want. I lost myself in her lust. She pressed her full curves against me, her soft breasts pushing onto my chest. Iris whispered sweet mummerings. Her arms rose and around my neck. She pulled me close and met my lips with hers. A soft, salty kiss. Her heady scent of berry herbs made my mind muddled with desire. 

Iris grew a hanging bedroom in the middle of the forest made of flowers and vine. Red roses bloomed along a vine wrought archway. Iris lay back in an all too literal bed of flowers made of white jasmines and forget me nots. Magic made the flower-bed sturdy as steel but soft as silk. She rested her head on a halo of blue and purple Irises. 

"They're waiting on us." I protested weakly.