Chapter 11 Ced
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My spores let loose, and Chloe screams my name, as she cums and cums and cums again.
“That’s it,” I murmur into her hair, holding her against me as the last of her orgasm fades away. She sobs, burying her face against my chest. “You did so good, my beautiful girl.”
“What was that?” She is still sniffing and raises her eyes to meet mine.
“An epic orgasm,” I smirk. I know my spores give her just that little extra.
She yawns. “Epic indeed, now I need an epic nap.”
I grin and kiss her lips. “That can be arranged.”
After I take her to bed, I clean up the mess in the room before I join her.
I’m slightly too big for the bed, but I can’t resist her gorgeous curves and soft skin.
She’s all softness, where I am rough. My touch rouses her, and she opens her arms for me, leading to another round where she screams out my name again, and again.
When she is fully satisfied and deeply asleep, I feel dawn creeping in and make my way back towards the pot.
I will be slumbering throughout the day, and somehow I don’t think she would appreciate waking up next to me in my tree form.
My rest was deep and peaceful, and the magic is humming inside my body when I feel myself coming back to life.
“Morning!” Chloe calls out before I can open my eyes.
I smile. “Hello, my beautiful girl, how are you feeling?”
She blushes. “Very well, I was a little sore this morning, but I took a bath…”
I grin at the suggestive tone and quickly morph into my two-legged form.
“Sooo, you didn’t stay with me last night,” she drawls.
“No.” I give her a wry smile. “The magic is limited. I am only able to be in my two-legged form during the night. I return to your Christmas tree in the morning.”
She snickers, and I walk towards her, pulling her into my arms for a kiss. She pulls me towards the couch and we take a seat.
“Tell me something about yourself,” she asks. “Oh shit, before I forget, do you need something to eat? Or Drink?”
“I am good.” I smile at her. “The soil gives me sustenance, though I could do with some watering.” I wink and she laughs. Then I tell her about the Sacred Cedar Forest where I grew up. About the magic that fuels my kind and the magic of Yule.
I tell her about my wanderings through the different forests and my love for the boreal regions. “There’s just something about the cold. The crisp air, filled with promise.”
“But don’t you get sick of the cold and of the lack of sunlight?”
I look her way. “There is so much promise in the darkness. It’s such a shame humans are so afraid. And the cold doesn’t bother me, anyway.”
She snorts, and I give her a confused look, which she waves off.
“Sorry, it’s nothing. I also like the cold, and being up here soothes my soul. The city can be so overwhelming, and there is always so much pressure. I love living there because it’s close to my parents, but I keep thinking about spending more time here. It certainly helps with my anxiety.”
“Anxiety?”
She sighs. “It’s stupid, it’s a human thing, I guess.
I don’t know, I’m just a perfectionist at heart.
I want to be the best I can be at everything.
And that gives me a lot of stress and anxiety, because instead of enjoying the things I do, I am constantly worried I’m not good enough.
Constantly comparing myself to others. Do you know about phones?
The Internet?” I shake my head, and she waves it off.
“ It doesn’t matter. Well, there’s this thing called social media, and it’s a place where people post stuff about themselves, but it’s not the reality, you know?
It’s a version where everything is perfect.
And I don’t know, but it really messes me up sometimes. ”
I can’t begin to understand anything she says, but I think I get that she’s feeling like she’s not enough, not good enough. I cannot resist touching her, and I tip her chin and force her to look at me.
“I think you’re absolutely perfect.” And then I kiss her.
That kiss turns to touching, and that touching turns to us, sprawled out on a blanket on the floor all evening, napping and exploring each other's bodies. The sex is amazing, and I am completely bewitched by her soft touches and the feel of her body against mine. As I hold her in my arms when she falls asleep, I can’t help but wonder.
What if I wasn’t bound to the Yule tiding? What if I could stay?