This novella is intended for adult readers only. The content is sexually explicit and intended for mature readers (18+).
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Demigod in Repose
Claire awoke in a sunlit room. She could hear dishes rattling and water running. There was the shuffle and tap of heels on hardwood floors. She could make out someone playing a lazy song on the piano, softly without destroying the calm of the morning. The smell of smoked bacon and coffee hung thick in the air. She was so tired. With a little effort her eyes cracked open. The world was a blur but she strained to focus. There was a dark object at her bedside that she thought was a person hovering but it turned out to be a bag of saline tied into her arm...
was it saline? What was going on here? Oh shit...the religious zealots might have abducted her.
Claire had no idea where she was and couldn't remember anything. She began to panic. She went to sit up and pain shot through her body from her abdomen like an electric shock. Whatever was in that bag, it wasn't Lidocaine. She felt each and every sore muscle as it flexed. It didn't matter what was in the bag, she needed the needle out of her arm until she could assess the situation. Her fingers fumbled at the tape holding the needle in her arm.
"Hey no no no no! You need to leave that in honey," said a demanding voice from the doorway. Claire hadn't been paying attention due to her panic. The running water in the distance had stopped and the door to her room was open. The blurred silhouette of a woman stood at the foot of her bed. Was she that hazy or did this woman standing before her have some catlike stealth ability? It was probably a combination of both Claire thought. She marked the ominous figure as dangerous and moved cautiously. The blurred figure spoke again, "Claire honey it's just saline you were really dehydrated" Claire looked around again. Flashes of sex with this woman, teaching her plant care, the blank spots in her memory began to fill in.
"Mmmm...Samara I...eeehh...don't know what happened,"
Claire murmured. Her brow furrowed and she looked at the medical gear in the room, then back at Samara. Claire opened her mouth to ask a question but Samara beat her to it.
"I'm a doctor, love. I'm a doctor and a damn good one. It's why I have $100,000 lying around to buy a seed." Claire's curiosity was satisfied. She took a deep breath and exhaled. She was more than relieved. She wasn't going to die at the hands of a religious zealot mercenary squad today. More to the point, she wasn't being prepped for some holy disemboweling.
Samara walked out of the room and returned pushing a cart topped with a covered silver tray. Claire was about to say the bacon smelled great and give Samara the obligatory thank you for the breakfast speech. People bonded to symbiotic plants knew what to eat to recover from excessive plant sex however people who were not bonded to plants generally had no clue as to what food you had to eat. Still it was always appreciated because they did have the best of intentions.
Samara set the breakfast tray on the bed over Claire, and then she lifted the silver dome cover from the plate. Samara smiled, "Viola!" All that was inside was half a gallon of Caramel Swirl ice-cream with a big spoon in it.
Claire pointed at it, "Hey how did you know?"
Samara gestured with her hand, "Ooh! That was no big deal really. Your plant asked me for it" Samara smiled as if she'd just said the most obvious thing in the world.
Claire's eyebrows went straight up. ,"Um...what did you just say? My PLANT asked YOU...for ice-cream? I just wanted to clarify because it sounded like you just said some really crazy shit right there."
Samara had an introspective look for a moment then she responded, "Mmmm yep that's what happened, and he woke up way before you did. I let him sun bath for an hour. He was really upset."
Claire chuckled and shook her head trying to wrap her head around what she was hearing, "Okay wait wait wait wait. How did it speak to you? It has no mouth to speak with."
Samara thought of the best way to describe what she was talking about. After gathering her thoughts for a moment she said, "I think it used me as conduit to look at things in the room I was standing in. When I wanted ice-cream, I went to the freezer and grabbed it. I grabbed a spoon because I was ravenous for it but somehow after I took the first bite I realized I wasn't hungry for ice-cream and it...well...it happened pretty fast but I was suddenly aware of your plant. I tried to brush it off but I got another flash of hunger. Once I was able to isolate my feelings and emotions from that of the plant's, I could clearly see what your plant wanted. After that it was all very easy to understand...basically." Samara considered what she'd just laid out on the table then nodded as though it was something children would understand.
Claire shook her head and started in, "No no no no wait a sec."
Samara jumped in cutting her off, "Claire!" she said wide eyed looking right at her.
Claire stopped shaking her head and glanced up at Samara.
Looking her in the eyes, Samara raised her eyebrows and said simply, "Your ice-cream is melting"
Claire looked down and sure enough. She'd been holding the spoon poised to dig in but she hadn't moved an inch. Claire nodded saying, "Yes a fine point indeed" Claire began shoveling.