Chapter Twenty-One
Shea was trying her best to be brave. I knew the gravity of her pending sacrifice was finally weighing on her. Truth be told, if she decided to back out now, I wouldn’t fault her for it. I’d only hope she’d give me one last night with her.
If we followed the plan, by this time tomorrow, the ritual would be over and we’d be in the Otherworld. The thought alone caused me great confliction. On one hand, it felt like the ending of an imprisonment. On the other, I was keenly aware of the cost.
My strategy was to allow it to unfold and to let her dictate how we spent our time until then. We walked hand and hand through the winter market that consisted of a dozen booths. The humans had twinkly lights over their tents and jovial music playing. We ate glazed nuts and sipped eggnog.
The locals cast confused looks at me as we explained I lived here and she was just visiting, but we were newly in love and hoping to start a family. We told some variation of that to four different people. Two men talked to me about hunting, and Shea talked to another man about an author she couldn’t stand named Clive Clusser. She got really animated about it and had him chuckling. I loved my Shea. She was so smart. The last person we spoke to was Janet, the woman with the badly behaved dog. Luckily, she’d left the brute at home. Being a kind woman, Shea purchased several pieces of jewelry from her.
“Do you think that’s enough PR?” Shea asked me discreetly as we stepped away from the crowd.
“Yes. I wish to leave this place. I’d rather have my face buried between your thighs.”
She wiggled her eyebrows. “I like the way you think. Now, let’s really confuse them and disappear into the forest up there.” She pointed to the tree line.
I whisked her up in my arms, making her yelp and clutch her bag in her lap. The crowd stared at us while I kissed her. To really put on a show, I sprouted my antlers. They gasped at the sight of them before I charged to the woods, her lighthearted giggles and swishing snow trailing in our wake.
Once inside the cabin, I plunked her on the couch and got the fire roaring. Before I knew it, we were uncorking the mead and eating our last Yule feast.
With each cheers, we took off a layer, leaving us both naked in no time. Lounging by the hearth together with the furs I’d given her and all our decorations made me almost forget what century I was in.
“Why are you smiling like that?” she asked me.
“You.”
“What do you mean?” She wiggled her bottom on the ground, shifting from crisscross applesauce to a sensual, reclined position that caused me to stare at her luscious body lit by the flames. The way her breasts sloped off her chest, the soft rolls resting on her hips, the way her belly concealed her cunt when she sat, keeping its power protected. All of her was delectable. More desirable than food, power, or riches.
“Dianus?”
“Sorry. You have made me the happiest immortal on Earth.”
She shot me a little snort with a laugh. “That’s a funny sentence.”
“I do mean it though.” I continued on earnestly, resting my hand on her thigh. “Everything with you is just so perfect. Even this, right now, it is like I have traveled back in time. I have fire, mead, and the warmth of a woman who loves me. I am blessed.”
“And to think this is just the beginning.”
“Are you sure of your decision? Please know I would never pressure you. You could come back every year and be with me over Yule. I would never fault you for it.”
She climbed into my lap to straddle me. Shaking her head, she sweetly touched my beard. “No, where you go, I go. I want to love you forever. This is the best choice for me. For us. I’m sure of it.”
I kissed her with wild abandon. Our bodies rocked, our hands grasped, and before I knew it, Shea was guiding my cock inside her. I remained seated, anchoring us as we swayed back and forth, letting my length drag against her. I held her close, loving the bounce of her breasts and belly against me. We slowly ascended to our release.
“Shea,” I whispered as she rested her forehead to my shoulder. “I hope your cunt grips me just as tight and hot in the next realm.”
She kissed my neck. “I hope you’re just as thick and hard. After all, I’m a greedy little godfucker.”
I tickled her in good jest, loving her cackle but hating how bare my cock felt when she pulled away from me to reach for something off the stump we used as a table.
“You are dripping with me,” I said, running a curved finger up her inner thigh to catch my cum.
“You love it.”
“That I do.”
She settled back down with a drunken smile as she offered me a Yule log, which was basically a spicy cake she’d made with rum and frosting rolled to look like a log. As she hovered the piece closer to my mouth, a mischievous glimmer lit her eyes as she smeared it across my face.
“Gotcha!”
I licked what I could, catching the rest, only to smear it across her chest.
She gasped, staring at her own tits. It was my turn. I gathered a handful of berries and smashed them.
“Don’t you dare!” she breathed.
“Dare what?”
She attempted to stand, but I held her shoulder, keeping her in my trap as I smeared the berries across her breasts.
“Baby!”
If she wanted hedonistic love, I’d give it to her. Committed, I grabbed my glass of mead and splashed it up the front of her. She threw her head back in a carefree laugh as I pulled her to me, wiggling my face side to side, jiggling her boobs in the process.
“Ah!” I exclaimed in satisfaction, pulling up from the mess.
She plucked a berry from my cheek and ate it. “Blessed Yule, love.”
“Blessed Yule.”