Lux’s ending: In Willow’s embrace

For some time, Lux stays silent while Willow just holds her. Her body trembles with need. Need for this comfort and acceptance – need, yes, for the pleasure of Willow’s touch. And she can sense Willow’s need too, feel the dryad’s heart racing as their soft breasts slide together, those delicate fingers tightening their grip on Lux’s hot flesh. How she can imagine losing herself, over and over again, by the banks of that secluded forest stream…

But there is another need. One she hadn’t known was there – perhaps she’d been afraid to confront it.

“Willow,” she says, and something about her tone cuts through; Willow eases back from the embrace, looking into Lux’s eyes, concerned and attentive.

It takes Lux a minute to find the words. “Athisz got inside my head,” she says. “She’s gone now, but I – I felt – I wanted – ” She can’t give form to her fears. Tearful, she gazes into the shining pools of Willow’s eyes. “I was ready to worship her.”

Willow sighs, and leans forward, resting her forehead against Lux’s. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers. “She won’t hurt you again. You’re safe now.”

That is part of what Lux needed to hear, but… “No.” Lux shakes her head. “There’s something else I want to – ” She trails off, looking at Willow helplessly, imploringly.

“Take your time, beloved,” Willow says softly. “Let yourself breathe.”

Lux closes her eyes, trying to order her thoughts. Butterflies flutter in her stomach at what she’s considering. Is it that she doesn’t trust herself? Does she really yearn so much for the simple, unburdened existence Athisz offered her…?

She takes a deep breath before she continues. “When Gill was here, you helped him by binding him to you – making him yours. Didn’t you?” She sees Willow nod, hesitantly. “That was how you broke the spell, broke her hold on him, once and for all.” Imploringly, she squeezes Willow’s hand. “Will you do that for me? I want to be yours. I want you in control.”

Silence for a moment. Lux herself is shocked by what she’s heard herself say. Willow stares at her, searching in her eyes. Perhaps wondering if Lux has lost her mind. Perhaps she has.

“Are you sure, Lux?” Willow asks. “Is that – what you really want?”

No going back after this. Lux nods. “Yes. I’m sure.”

“Oh, brave bird.” Willow’s fingers trace down Lux’s neck to rest on her chest. “You truly wish to give me your heart? Very well then. I promise I will keep it safe, my love.” Her amber eyes glow with compassion – and with a deep, primal hunger. “Until your hurts are healed, and you are ready to take wing once again – you are mine.”

Lux feels a blissful tingle, growing from the back of her skull and spreading down to the tips of her toes. Her lips find Willow’s and the two join in a kiss that Lux knows is the seal on their pact – giving herself away, placing herself under the control she’s feared from the moment she first found herself among the fey.

But there is no fear there now.