Anyway, I'm rambling. Here is the section, featuring Melody and a Goddess of the Hunt:
Rough hands took her arms and tore her from the tree. Thorns
scratched and clawed at her as she fell, the wind whipping her hair. The world
moved sharply into focus - a huntress, garbed in leather, grappled with her as
she fell through stars and into unending night. The woman pulled at the matted
hair of the hunter goddess, feeling her fight back against her as they fell. The
huntress pulled at the woman’s chain, but she felt no pain. She grinned, her
fingers curling into the seams of the huntress’ leathers and rending them
apart. The hunter-goddess sneered at her, struggling as the woman’s legs
wrapped around her thighs and her hands worked deftly to shred her primitive
leathers and touch the toned skin beneath. Baring a breast, the woman dove on
her opponent, nipping and sucking at her as they fell, heedless of the howling
endless wind that battered them. She held the struggling goddess closer,
feeling her resistance and desire to dominate, to conquer, slowly ebb away from
her. The huntress’s muscles relaxed and the woman smiled, yelling with triumph
into the nothing that was everywhere around them. Slowly she inched her way up
the huntress’s body, forcing her caged sex onto her opponent’s face and feeling
her lap reluctantly at first but with increasing eagerness at her wet swollen
lips.
She tore the huntress’s jerkin open, running sharp
fingernails over her conquered body as her opponent’s tongue drew itself along
the lines of her folds before venturing timidly inside her sex. She was Desire,
she was Need, Intimacy. She had passed beyond the need for control. The
huntress’s eager breath rushed hot against her body, and she was intoxicated by
it. The woman took her opponent’s hair in her fists and drew her in closer,
pressing her face hard into her sex.
She could not say
whether her climax was fired by the tender movements of the huntress’s careful
tongue or from the act of conquering her. They fell, and as they fell the woman
reached out ...
There was a night-goddess, with skin of midnight blue and
moon-pale eyes. Her hair shone like the Northern Lights as it fell down to her
waist and she came upon the Woman like a shadow, kneeling behind her as her
hands worked their way up her naked body. The Woman surrendered to her
completely, feeling her hands teasing her, prying her apart and kissing her
inner self beneath the tranquil cool blanket of the night. She lay naked on
soft cool ground and the night-goddess covered her in starlight, whispering secrets
in her ear that she would never remember while the Sun hung in the sky. The
woman lay beneath the goddess she did not know, wrapping a hand tightly around
each midnight blue leg as she gave herself to the night. Her lover’s hair
flickered as she threw back her head - her moans were the wind softly blowing
through a leafy glade.