(Horny) Run ;)

Millennial Tree and Reader

If this is Blasphemy, then let the Devil himself kick my ass

Gender neutral reader, (C/N) is cookie name

I don't know if this is dream sex or prophet seeing shit sex but either way it's (mostly) in (C/N)'s head. Also short,

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There was something about being asleep that left your mind in a weightless plane, you knew about dreams, made up memories from the brain. You had never had one, not since you could remember. 

Your sleep was nothing, but a spacey void and you remembered every single moment of it. Every time that /he/ showed up, long hair and soft, golden eyes. You always woke up smelling of flowers, even though none were around for miles.

Although... this was the first time he was so more... touchy than simply holding your floating body in his arms. It was pleasant, every graze of his fingers sparking ecstasy through your body. Leaving you aching for more even as your wake up, groggy and sweating. 

You knew not to sleep in search for the touch, he only came to you during the night, and even then, it was only sometimes. So, you would get up, do your daily tasks of cleaning, cooking, tending to the forest that incased your home. Checking on any animals that may have been injured from the wilds. 

Today was one of those days, you wrapped up a rabbit's foot, amputated a wolf's tail, avoided the steely gaze of any cookie that heard your rustling in the bushes. All to end up collapsing into your bed, dirty from a day's work, but too exhausted to bother washing up. Not like you had guests in person, only in your own head...

Dreams?  ...

You didn't really know in what state he existed in, really.

Regardless of where he was- where /you/ were, as your eyes drifted closed, that familiar, and comforting smell of flowers invaded your nose. Then the next thing you knew, you were floating in nothingness, a warm pair of arms around you, one on your waist, the other resting by your inner thigh.

You shivered as he held you flush against him, his other hand running against your thigh, closer to your privates.

You shuddered under his grasp, looking up to his face, yet again all you could see were his golden eyes. But even so, you could feel lips on you, peppering your face with gentle kisses as you reached up to feel his hair. Hands coming in contact with his horns, he let you pull him down, lips moving to your neck. 

You don't know if it was his fingers, or him biting your neck that made you come undone, but the next thing you knew, it was morning, and you were again sitting in your own sweat, and the smell of flowers.

Although the faint bruising on your neck was new.