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Chapter 9 by CxSeth CxSeth

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Luck and Love

John sat patiently while Lily made unseen preparations behind him. His knife was back at the cottage, and while he could certainly sever a chunk of his hair without it, he suspected there was some amount of ritual involved in correctly making an offering, and was prepared to observe it.

Lily’s hand brushed his shoulder, before brandishing a sharp piece of resin before him. “Found one!” She said proudly, pressing the sticky tool into his hands. “Resin pools in the twisted grooves and hardens into little knives,” She explained, brushing her hands through his hair. Months on his own had seen it grow long and shaggy, and he could probably stand to part with more than a single lock of it.

The “knife” wasn’t especially sharp or hard, but the crude edge was probably enough to sever a bit of hair. “Do I need to do anything before cutting?” John asked, enjoying the feel of Lily’s hands in his mane.

“Yes,” She said, pulling a single long strand of hair forward and holding it in front of his eyes, “While you cut, focus on a good memory. A time you felt loved. Or any happy memory, I guess. But really focus on it. The memory is as much part of the offering as the hair. The Goddess and The Mother want to know that their children are happy.”

John had precious few happy memories, but one came to mind. He was a child when a priestess at the local temple adopted him for the summer. It had been a meager existence for John before that. Orphans didn’t have a very long life expectancy in the frozen north. But under the priestess’s care, he was fed and cared for, and, most of all, he felt accepted and loved. His time in her care wasn’t especially long, all things considered, but it was more than enough to form lifelong memories of happiness and love.

Those memories in mind, he made the cut, using some of his extranormal strength and speed to make it swift and painless, preventing the somewhat dull blade from tearing or pulling. He held the hunk of severed hair up for Lily to examine. “That’s enough,” She said, smoothing out his hair and patting his shoulder reassuringly, “Just wedge it between one of the twists, and remember to thank the tree for its blessing.”

John stood up and faced the tree, reaching up and using both hands to push his severed lock of hair into one of the trees many twists and turns, until the hair was adequately pinched in place. He carefully removed his hands and, feeling a little silly bowed to the tree. “Thank you for the blessing, tree.”

Lily nodded and took hold of his wrist, leading him away from the tree and back the way they came. “It’s best not to linger too long after an offering,” She explained, her slender fingers not quite touching as they encircled John’s wrist. Fortunately, he had no intention of escaping her grasp.

“I think a bird or squirrel is going to steal the offering to line their nest,” He said, “But thank you for guiding me through it, anyway.”

Lily shrugged, “I don’t think the tree will mind if a bird takes the hair. At least it gets put to good use, that way.” She paused and closed her eyes. Tilting her head back, she took in a deep breath, and let it out. John watched the rise and fall of her perfect breasts as she did so, and hoped that she had been enjoying the sight of his naked body half as much as he was enjoying hers.

“It’s such a nice day,” She said, twirling in place and finally releasing John’s wrist. After two rotations, she faced John and opened her eyes, smiling warmly. “Have you enjoyed the chance to see a little more of my world, John?”

John, with great effort, dragged his gaze away from Lily’s body to once more appreciate the vibrant forest, “Everything is beautiful, here,” He agreed, turning back to her. Nodding, she stepped closer. Her hand found his wrist again, but slid lower, lacing her fingers through his own. Her energy was focused, and unusually warm, John noted. She had something on her mind.

“I’m glad to be able to share,” She said, her other hand finding his upper arm as she pressed close to his side, “And I’m glad you found me, out here.”

She was too close, John knew. Close enough that he could feel the soft weight of her breast pressing against his arm as she leaned against it, close enough that he could hear each beat of her heart, and feel her pulse through her hands. He looked down at her. Did she know the effect she was having on him? With the way his body was reacting as they slowly walked back towards the cottage, it would be impossible to ignore, soon. His own blood was beginning to pool in his cock, his cheeks were burning, and his gums ached.

“I’m glad, too, Lily,” He said when her home finally came back into view, “You’re kind, and warm, and accepting, and you’ve seen to my every need.”

Lily paused in front of her door, and released main’s arm, turning to face him. “Your every need?” She asked, smirking.

All but one, he knew. But it was time to change that. He leaned forward and, when she didn’t flinch away, pressed his lips against her own. She seemed surprised, at first, but quickly acquiesced, pushing back against the kiss and opening the door behind her. Their lips stayed locked together until, together, they collapsed onto the couch.

“That old tree’s blessing was swift, this time,” She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck from her spot below him.

“Not swift enough,” He growled back, kissing her again. His cock, hard and hungry, pressed against her waist, eager to discover just how warm and accepting Lily was.

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