The Fox Witch

Part 27

Brett is back and problems keep arising xD

(Also, who wants to see Bakh's fate? Vote if you wanna see him dead or alive :D Thanks!)

Part 27

They wandered through the tiny tribe and were finally at their destination: The hot spring.

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Brett had hoped for a cold one, that would help quicker, but maybe that would be good too. As if Eddy was out of porcelain, he set him down.

"I, uhm, I will leave you to it, witch. You do not want me to join you." Not when his dick played stand-up-soldier and was at the ready. It would only further complicate things between them. Eddy had to take the first step now. While the air between them was not as awkward anymore, it was still a bit tense. Brett learned his lesson - painfully so. He would not insinuate anything between them; he could make Eddy uncomfortable again. And the prince had zero ambition to meet the god once again. It was shameful that he even forced the god to come to the human world even once. Especially for the god to protect his witch - from him! That would simply not do.

"Would you stay with me..." Eddy said quietly, he didn't want to be left alone again. Every time something bad happened it was because he was left unsupervised. It was like he was a danger magnet or something!

Brett took a double take. This was not a really bright idea, but who was he to defy the witch?

"You mean, with you in the spring? Or just be generally around you?"

Because if he was naked, Eddy could see his situation. And that would make things awkward, he was sure of it.

"Either... please just don't leave me," Eddy pleaded weakly, he didn't want to be out here by himself feeling so horny and defenseless in a place he still didn't know all too well. Sounded like a bad idea to him, one that he didn't want to test out again.

Brett gulped but nodded. Yeah, he would sit in the witch's proximity at the very least. So, he went to a nearby stone with a smooth surface and sat down. He would not stare at Eddy for it would not be a good idea. The herbs gave him a hard time too - no pun intended. And before he would risk to force himself on the witch, he would keep his distance. Only touching when absolutely necessary and only if Eddy said so clearly himself.

He rubbed his hands over his face and sighed silently. Brett had no idea by having a witch, you needed to make such compromises, but he would endure. As always.

"Thank you," Eddy looked up at Brett with his still very shameful eyes, of course he would continue feeling bad about this. One of his friends just died and he almost got raped but apparently he still had a boner from that, or wasn't sad enough apparently. He hated it, despised it even! Slowly he disrobed himself of the dress and what Brett had given to him, so he could fully submerge in the water.

When Brett heard the water he turned his head. As expected Eddy was submerged to the chin.

He had that look on his face, the look Brett despised.

"Do not feel ashamed, witch. The herb does that to your body, not your mind. It's not your fault that the bastard did what he did." It was probably not really a comfort, but Brett tried. He never had that issue before, so he had no clue how bad it was for Eddy. Yes, he had seen friends and family die, but in battle so it was to be expected.