forneus cult of the lamb

Sarah wrapped her arms around his bicep, thick with muscle from lifting and working in his day-to-day job. She laced her fingers through the curly hairs on his arm, locking herself into her favourite position. Her face rested on the sleeve of his white work polo, the textured fabric rubbing against her cheek. She glanced up to her dad’s face, the light of the TV playing across his stubbled face and exhausted expression. He was barely paying attention, mostly zoning out after his long day. She nuzzled closer to him and breathed deeply. Besides being close to her dad, another reason Sarah loved these nightly cuddles was being able to smell her dad. Even after a long day of work, he never seemed to smell bad, and in fact it mostly enhanced his musk. It was hard to describe, but it was mostly smoky, with some savoury notes as well, something like a campfire meal she always thought. It was hearty and comforting to her and always made her feel better no matter what sort of day she had.

“How is for a bit later,” I giggled, leaning in to kiss her cheek, playfully licking up a bit of my mess. “When is now. And when is Saturday, when you were still at Grandpa's. Apparently getting it like I just got it from Daddy, you naughty little girl!”“You told her?” she gasped as she turned to look at Daddy.

He held up his hand and conjured a syringe from within his ring, then gave the plunger a test push to squirt a few drops of the fluid within for Bojena to see.