I had wanted to try and experiment with Henry's state after preparing everything else first.
Like the drawings and conjuring up other stuff Henry likes, so that when he woke up, he would be surrounded by what he loved.
As for what to do… I had planned to give him my blood to drink or pour my blood all over his arms… Well, all my ideas revolved around blood.
Naturally having sex to get him back to normal was romanticized wishful thinking from the start, which failed by heaps and bounds…but at least got him to cum and sleep; I had already roasted myself internally for thinking so corny and simply.
However, isn't this way more corny?
The crystals forming a little cage around the bed had softly given way when I had touched them, and so did they now, only they also took the darkness with them.
The spot I had kissed showed a patch of skin on the back of his hand.
Like a princess waiting to be awakened by a kiss.
