Ren slowly woke up.
He felt his head throbbing, his body heavy and weak, like he had been pulled through a tunnel. The room was still dark except for the soft blue moonlight coming through the window. He lay on the clean white bed, his naked body slightly tangled in the sheets, his cock soft and resting against his thigh. The ancient green root-mark on his shaft was dimmed to a faint glow.
Beside the bed sat the Goddess of the Forest.
She was no longer unconscious. Her tall, elegant,body was now fully awake and sitting on the edge of the mattress, her hair spilled loose over her shoulders and down her back. Her heavy, soft breasts rose and fell with slow, steady breaths, the glowing green root-marks on her nipples and the edge of her pussy still faintly pulsing. She looked at Ren with wide, glowing eyes — no longer the sleepy, eternal gaze of a goddess in slumber, but the bright, alive gaze of someone who had finally woken up after seven hundred years.
