A different sort of relief...

After getting up and walking off into the dimly moonlit forest you feel the still cool night air kiss your overly warm body, built to thrive off of the magic of hell itself making you shiver for a second in shock later adjusting to it. you come to a large tree that seems to be dimly glowing under its roots as fireflies buzz around lighting it up. Coming to sit under it you look out at the forest seeing all manner of wildlife go by as you contemplate if you even want to return at all to the rough and bustling state of your old life being fucked raw for pleasure and progeny losing track of time between bloating demons with your seed as others birth their eggs in front of you ready to fight other cows for the next turn occasionally forcing the cum out of each-other by hand to inseminate themselves or simply **** you fucking you with their fusts and mouths trying to squeeze every remaining drop out if you. It was ravenous and tiring, vs this new world of calm and humble pleasantries. Its everything you could desire and more, and as you drift off to sleep you dream of what serene wonders you may come to find in the morning.