Chapter Six
Even the wintery air couldn’t help me cool off after being set afire by that witch. Having her kiss and caress me had been fuel to my being. I could feel her attachment and eagerness already. It was strong and simple, a juxtaposition to her soft and complex demeanor after she’d realized what we had, our connection.
Sure, humans had found me intoxicating in the past—after all, I was a god of fertility—but it had been so long since I’d held one and felt the quickening of a pulse, smelled the distinct musk emanating from a cunt.
But Shea was exemplary, even in comparison to other humans. She had a stunning face with soft features that were easy to stare at. Not a single angle was too sharp or shocking. Her brown eyes were kind, and her mouth would pout as she considered whatever complex things must’ve been rattling around in her mind. Her lips alone tempted me, and I couldn’t wait for another taste of her sweet kisses.
I loved her voluptuous curves. Every inch was guaranteed to be a soft place to grab. Her body encompassed all the wonderment of femininity I so desperately missed. She’d been built to survive harsh winters, with her lovely clavicles and ribs protected by womanly flesh. Her breasts were full and smooshed perfectly against my chest. And judging by the outline of her clothing, her beautiful mound probably peeked out just below the gentle line of her belly. I couldn’t wait to see the tease of it in person as she undressed for me. The idea alone made my breathing ragged.
My worry now was that I was going to be found out. Surely, she’d catch on to me. Of course, I’d never do anything against her will, but I had every intention of rutting into her like the wild beasts in my forest if the opportunity presented itself. I wanted her praises whispered against my cock before she took it into her mouth. I wanted my seed slickening her center and her very will to live wrapped up in the thought of fucking me one more time.
One more time.
That was what humans always promised themselves before they became addicted. You see, when humans mated with me, it was in a frenzy. They became obsessed and unwavering, even putting their own physical needs of water, food, and rest on hold.
It was I who eventually had to walk away, disappearing into the forest. They staggered back to their lives a little clouded and blissed out, but grateful, nonetheless.
I’d do the same with Shea.
The idea of her kind heart and clever mind leaving me put an ache in my chest. But why?
I sat down against a maple tree that had sleeping squirrels in a drey. My energy permeated up, flowing over the stripped bark from where they’d drank the sap during autumn. Finally reaching the little creatures, I wrapped them in extra warmth and comfort while I continued to think of Shea.
The snow was still coming down in flurries, blocking out any stars. The Gemini constellation was overhead this time of year, and was one of my personal favorites, but tonight, I was mostly alone with my thoughts.
“She is a smart witch,” I said out loud. “If she finds out what I am, she might run. Then I will really be in for it.”
The slow rustle of a friend coming to visit filled the space to my left. He must’ve heard my voice and sensed my increased energy. Fair enough.
A large moose tromped closer, his antlers skimming trees in the process. Upon seeing me moping, he let out a huff, the wintery air fogging in front of him.
“What? If she leaves, who knows how long it will be until I find another maiden in these woods?”
The moose scratched his webbed antler against a tree, causing the frail branch to wiggle.
“You know I am right.”
Argumentative as always, he switched to rubbing the other side with the same branch. Soon, he’d be shedding his rack, and in the meantime, they made him restless. Akin to when a human had a mosquito bite on their ass.
Other than his discomfort, my companion didn’t think of much else.
Food. Sleep. Snow.
That was a moose for you.
His jowls wiggled handsomely, and he was retaining his bulk for the winter. “Come here, my old friend.” I held out my hand, letting him nuzzle it before he heaved down to sit next to me. I pet him like a human would one of their needy dogs. Who did you think had taught humans how to domesticate animals, hmm? It was us old gods. But my companion had arthritis, and the pressure of the storm gave him discomfort.
I placed my hand on his haunch, spreading my healing.
“If I tell her now, it risks her packing up and leaving. Not only do I not want her to go, but I would feel selfish for ruining her vacation. She just got here, and her life in the city is stressful. Things are different where she is from, you see. More complicated.”
He shifted his backend even closer, nudging my legs with his hip, and then looked over his shoulder, giving me a side-eye.
“You think I should tell her now? That she might understand?”
He looked forward once more, wobbling his antlers with a snort.
I rolled my eyes. “Well, you are no help.”