Chapter Twenty-Two
We feasted and fucked by the fire and passed out in a mead-induced slumber, only to wake with morning lighting the cabin. I winced with a hangover from hell, burying my face in the furs as Dianus’s arm tightened around me from where he was spooning me.
“Good morning. May I heal your head?” he offered.
All I could do was nod.
His large hand rested on the crown of my skull, and similar to when he’d healed me with the balm, a buzzy feeling made me feel high above my body before I drifted off into sleep once more.
I woke up with the cabin cleaned and warm oatmeal ready on the stove for me. Dianus helped me shower, not because I couldn’t, but just because he wanted an excuse to soap up my body. And quite honestly, I didn’t want to leave his side either.
After eating, I eyed the clock on the stove. It was almost 10 o’clock in the morning.
“When is the best time to do the ritual?” I asked Dianus.
“Dusk. It is the in-between time. Not day, not night.”
“The sun sets a little after 4 pm. So we only have five hours really.”
“What would you like to do with your last afternoon on Earth?”
My chest tightened as I tried to memorize every detail of the cabin: the Yule tree, the garlands, my beeswax candles, how it felt to have my feet planted on the hardwood floor. A ray of sunshine filtered through the window.
“Sun. I think I’d like to go outside and enjoy the solstice sun.”
I strapped on snowshoes and clomped around the forest with a bag of snacks and a couple of books, just in case. Not needing to keep up appearances, Dianus just wore buckskin pants with no shirt. It was a gloriously sunny day with lots of birds chirping. After two hours or so of exploring, we took a break, resting on Dianus’s throne. I took off my snowshoes and sat on his lap to read from my favorite book of love poems. He was a big fan of Shakespeare.
Not wanting the day to feel somber, I formulated a quick plan.
“You’re a god of the forest, right? So that means you’re also a hunter.”
“Yes, of course. Many call me lord of the hunt. But without a large population of people, there is no hunt to lead.”
I got up from his lap, unwrapping my scarf and ripping off my beanie, tossing them at his feet. “With that in mind, I have one final request.”
Already catching my drift, he dipped his chin to cast me a sultry look. “Are you willing prey?”
I gave him a flirty shrug and walked down the stony path leading to his throne. At the end of the pathway, I looked over my shoulder with a come-hither look and said, “If you think you can catch me.”
With my trap set, I turned and ran as best I could. The joke was on me. I wasn’t a runner. I especially wasn’t a runner in snow up to my shins. So instead, I pounced and skipped my way through the terrain, snickering when Dianus gave me a pathetic head start before coming up behind me, only to swoop me up and lovingly deposit me on the packed snow between two pine trees.
“Ah! Willing but not nimble.”
I shoved at him with a snort. Before I knew it, he ripped open my coat and pushed my sweater up.
“Yes!” I hissed. “I want you to go fucking wild. Have me!” I encouraged, writhing beneath him.
With a devilish look, he grabbed a handful of snow and smashed it on my tits. I gritted at the cold then whimpered at the sensation as he covered my nipple with his warm mouth.
“Fuck! Please!”
He nibbled and swirled the peak, then with his free hand, he continued to trail the snow around my chest. Releasing my nipple, he used his tongue to scoop some snow up into his mouth. He then cuffed his hand around my neck, gently holding me to the ground as he spit the snow in my waiting mouth.
His eyes narrowed as he watched me swallow and lick my lips afterwards.
“Your tongue is so talented.” I ran my hands up and down his arms.
At my words, his ears elongated to points and small antlers appeared in his mane. “You think my tongue is talented?” His eyes swirled with molten amber depths.
“Yes.”
With a wry smile, he pulled my leggings down to my boots, exposing the bottom of my bare ass to the snow.
I sucked in a breath, holding back a yelp at the same time as Dianus opened his mouth to display a newly forked tongue. It wasn’t like a snake’s, but more so like the tip of a large strawberry.
“Let me remind you just how talented this tongue is.”
Not missing the opportunity to see it in action, I got to my elbows as he roamed lower on my body, watching in shock as he brazenly licked up one side of my pussy, letting his double-tipped tongue surround one lip, then the other, all while pinning me with a predatory stare.
“Aw, fuck, that feels amazing.” My breaths came out in quick succession as I anticipated his next move.
Fully in his trap, he held me panting for a few more heartbeats before he licked up my slit, gliding over my clit, letting his tongue separate around it. And holy fucking shit did it feel amazing.
“Again,” I begged.
My mouth hung open as I watched him repeat the same pattern, and this time his big, warm hands clutched my ass, keeping it off the snow.
“Your cunt is the finest ambrosia. I could feast on it for an eternity.” He nuzzled it appreciatively. “And I shall. But in the meantime, lie back and let me show you how much I love you.”