Chapter 7 Ced
CED
Gods, she is beautiful when she cums. Her essence fuels my magic, and I can move so much more easily now. Chloe is murmuring something, her eyelids closing. I feel very smug; I think I just made her cum so hard she’s barely conscious.
I whisper to her as I pull her into my arms. “What is it?”
“Bed,” she repeats, snuggling into me.
Her immediate trust is warming my heart and fueling my magic.
If this continues, I’ll be at full strength tomorrow.
I smile. I haven’t had a Yule like this in centuries, and the possibilities are endless when I’m at full strength.
Chloe makes a little sound, distracting me from my thoughts, and I immediately know my strength is linked to her.
There’s not a cell in my body that even considers leaving.
I stalk through the cabin, ducking when I pass the kitchen in search of a bedroom. Luckily, the cabin is small, and the first door I try reveals a small bedroom. It’s very feminine, warm, and heavily decorated, just like the rest of the house. She must be a very festive person, then.
Saplings spring from my branches, and I open the blanket.
Using my vines, I gently place her on the mattress.
I take a minute to admire her beauty and inhale her intoxicating scent one more time before I tuck her in.
I give her a small kiss on her temple, whisper goodnight, and then back out.
Softly, I close the door and make my way back toward the living room.
The magic of the night has me wide awake, and there’s no way I will be sleeping anytime soon.
Looking around, I notice the mess in the kitchen and all around the room, especially the dining area.
Somehow, that strikes me as odd. The cabin is obviously well cared-for.
Such a mess seems out of character. Perhaps something happened to her?
She’s fast asleep, so I can’t ask her, but I can do something about it to ensure she doesn’t wake up in a messy house.
Her scent is still thick, so I take a deep breath to center my magic and let the branches sprout.
Closing my eyes, I feel through my skin and clean up the cabin in record time.
I tidy the coffee and dining table, do the dishes, and ensure the entire living area is spotless.
I do not know where to put the clean dishes, so I just stack them on the counter.
There is also a lot of food, but I just put the pans on the stove for Chloe to deal with tomorrow.
There are limits to my magic, and it has been decades since I was last roused.
When the cleaning is finished and the Christmas blankets on the couch are neatly folded, I head over to the large windows at the back of the cabin.
I see the pot I first woke up in, and now that my head is clearer, I notice the decorations on the floor.
Hmmm, did she decorate my tree form? Honestly, these humans have been doing crazy things for centuries.
It’s a mystery how I went from sleeping in my forest to waking up inside a human house, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters now is Chloe.
The forest is calling to me from outside the cabin. The storm is still raging, but I can feel its closeness. Not yet, I tell it. Morning is close and I must rest first.
I take one final look around the room. The flashing box has finally stopped making noise, and with a sigh, I step back into the pot in the corner. I must resign myself to my fate for one more night. Tomorrow, I will reveal myself as soon as dusk sets in, and we will talk.
Tomorrow.