” The tree said, not unkindly. “But a Paladin, who seeks Redemption offered to exchange his own progress for you to live on.”“Ariel.” S/he r...membered.The tree branches bent downward in what s/he took to be a small bow. “His sacrifice was acceptable to me, but you must agree to heed Redemption’s Call for us to proceed.”“What does that mean?” S/he wanted to know. “What are you asking me to do?”“Long ago, there was a Race called the Hosts of Glory on High, who experienced a schism.” The tree. Feeling slightly guilty, I pulled it back up over her shoulders and kissed her head tenderly before retreating back into the living room."Tommy?" Yes?" Thank you" and the snores began again!"Wow mum, you look great"I kissed the top of her head as she stood at the cooker frying bacon.She had on a tee shirt and jeans, but the jeans fitted her like a glove, accentuating perfectly the curves of what one of my school friends had once called an angels arse!"Thank you kind sir" she laughed, "I feel. Took the bottle. Put it in his pants. He reached his hands around behind my neck to get at my collar. As he did, I sensed more blood rushing to my full cock. My cock began to throb. I swear it was throbbing through my pants. I felt pressure on my cock. I looked down. The pressure was from the bulge in Stevie’s leather pants. Our crotches were pressing against each other.How sick? Why was he rubbing against me?A flush of surrender flooded through my brain and body. My core temperature shot up. Like I was wanted, desired.”“So... you were using me?”“And you were using me. No shame in that. We were using each other but letting each other. That's what casual sex is, right?” Casual. Yeah, that's just what I needed this to be – there wasn't any desire on my part for any kind of romantic or emotional relationship.Dinner was ready, so we turned our attention to serving it up and digging in, enjoying most of the rest of the bottle of wine with refilled glasses. As our plates and glasses got.