# Part Six: Fucking Goddess
**Marcia Tumbleheart**
Marcia woke up as the faintest rays of light filtered through the window across from the bed. She gazed out as the forest slowly came into wakefulness, a few scattered birds flying to and fro. Tirron laid peacefully, his face passive. She admired his face for a while, the curve of his horns, his hair messy around his head and fully out of his previous braid.
But duty called and she wriggled out of his arms, prodding naked into the bathroom for her morning ablutions. She cleaned up the dried seed that crusted to her skin, making a good bath on the schedule for today. She fixed her hair into a messy ponytail and went back into the bedroom. She found her dress and panties, dry now but still a little uncomfortable.
Marcia took one last look at his sleeping form. He was a handsome man, a devil that now gripped her heart. She didn’t know what being a parent was like, hers were loving but clinical. Since she left home as a young teenager, she had only exchanged letters with them.