8. Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
Simon
She didn’t push me away.
Instead, she stumbled back into a sturdy tree while I followed. I refused to release my grip on her face, my selfishness overpowering any urge to let go. The sight of her arms, covered in scrapes, some with dots of blood, filled me with anger. The metallic scent filled my lungs, which intensified my frustration towards Dutton for treating her less than the precious female she was.
However, amidst his sins, I couldn’t deny the excitement that I felt being here with my Lucy.
I would not let my anger surface for her to see. I concealed it beneath a calm facade so she wouldn’t be more afraid than she already was. Instead, I would reveal my care for her through tender actions, tending to her wounds with gentle hands and easing her pain with a soft touch.
Her shock was clear. She had seen an ogre today; they were beastly monsters, and I was a new… creature? Another monster?
Internally, I shook my head. I was a true monster—the only one of my kind. The way she had studied me these last few minutes, I didn’t know if she thought of me that way.
Over the past few days, I’d practiced saying her name. I could not make the sound that started it. I tried my best, but my best was not good enough. With time running out, I was only able to give her “Ucy.”
That was when I had really gotten her attention, and her eyes widened in surprise. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as I came closer, our noses almost touching. In that moment, her intoxicating scent engulfed me, overwhelming my desire for her.
The yellowcress root I had seen Dutton spread around her was laughable. I thought I might be the only being in all of Bergarian who could sniff through it. Her scent was so strong, and I could smell it and the faintness of mine on her wrist, where I’d left it the night before as if the root wasn’t there.
There was also another scent. It twisted with the fresh grass and rain but also a hint of sweet musk that made me drool. My body warmed when I leaned close to sniff her neck, and her body trembled as I let go of her face so my hands could travel lower down her body.
Since she was awake, surely this was more appropriate.
My hands traveled lower and landed on her chest. My head perked up, feeling the soft curve and the plumpness to it. I felt mine at the same time. Hmm, mine was firmer, while hers was soft.
She was female. This must be her teat, then.
I squeezed her chest again, and she pushed me. I stumbled back in shock. “I beg your finest pardon!” She glared at me, holding her teats.
I grunted and stepped towards her. She was my mate. I was allowed to touch her, to feel her, just like she could feel me. Perhaps she did not know. I grabbed her wrist and put it on my chest. I let her rub the skin and gripped her fingers to squeeze. Mine was hard, but I showed her it was okay.
Her face turned a bright red, and she looked away. “Yes, a very nice… chest you have. But you cannot squeeze my breast. It isn’t proper!” She pulled her hand away and rubbed it on her clothing.
I lifted my arm. Did I stink?
I tilted my head and stared at her breast, closer. Why could I not squeeze it? I liked it and wanted to do it again. I lifted my hand to cup it, and she slapped my hand.
I shook my hand to take away the sting, and I let out a bleat of annoyance.
She laughed and covered her mouth with her hand.
I stomped my hoof and blew my tongue at her.
How can she be laughing at me? I was not funny.
She cannot hit my hand away from her. I may touch her.
She is mine.
She laughed again and watched me curiously. My ears twitched back and forth, and she smiled. “You have no boundaries, do you?”
Boundaries? I remember Calliope was told she had none. What was wrong with not having boundaries?
I stepped forward again, this time not touching her, since she didn’t want to be touched… for now. I gazed up and down her arms, and she wrapped them around her body. She was hiding from me, hiding her teats. I didn’t like it.
I huffed out through my nose and saw the scrapes on her skin. My tongue pressed forward, and I licked them again to clean her wounds.
She squealed and jumped away. “What, what are you doing? You can’t just go about licking people!”
I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the tree. She didn’t fight me when I pinned her back there. Instead, her breath hitched when she stared at my hand as it touched her skin. There was a heat in our contact, which had entranced us both, that I could not deny.
She felt it too, I knew she did. Otherwise, she would have run away by now.
I extended my tongue and gently caressed her scrapes, eliciting a soft moan that escaped her throat. Looking up, I could see her captivating gaze as my body drew nearer, pressing her against the sturdy tree.
The flavor was exquisite. As I meticulously cleaned her, I closed my eyes, relishing the blend of her taste with the faint scent of blood. My breath quickened, and I pressed against her chest, attuned to her beating heart.
“I’m going to hell,” she muttered. Her head leaned against the tree, and her musk blossomed below the waist.
I whimpered, and my hands landed on her hips to restrain myself from going any lower. I could not rut her here. I was not an animal anymore; I could not do what the animals did.
Yet, I licked her to tend to her wounds.
The orcs did that—maybe I was not terrible.
I licked up her arm to catch a large scratch. She gasped, and my hands traveled higher so she didn’t struggle. To my surprise, she didn’t, maybe because I kept my hands away from her breasts .
The dress she was wearing, similar to my companion in style, was dark, but it was still revealing around her shoulder. My mouth watered when I looked at the curve of her shoulder and neck. My teeth tingled with eagerness to sink them into her flesh.
“Oh... oh, dear!” She pushed for me to back away.
I listened and stepped back slightly. My eyes gazed into hers, but she wasn’t looking into mine. Instead, she stared down my body.
I knew my upper half could be more appealing if I did not have as much hair, but my lower could ruin it all. Lucy had said nothing, but her mouth was opening and closing while her body was trying to back away but could not go any further back into the tree.
What was she… oh.
My cock was hanging out of its pouch, dripping, and my mate was speechless.
I stood up straighter, proud that I could render her so. This goddess that everyone talks about has blessed me. She gave me a girthy shaft. I will please my mate when the time comes to claim her.
“Can you put that thing away?” she squeaked and looked away. “It’s just hanging out of your fanny pack. Where does that thing go?”
I stared down at it. It was too large to stick it back inside. The only way for it to go down was to take care of it or—
An enormous roar came from the distance, and a faint smell of ogre came from the wind where the Wood had brought it to me.
Yes, that would make my shaft go down in an instant.
I shoved it back inside my pouch and pulled my mate to my side. Her head was spinning in all directions, looking for the ogre.
“Wait, it’s coming here!” She went to run, but I pulled her back to my side, bent over and put my arm under her legs, her back leaning against the other. Her arms went around my neck, and I puffed out my chest to show her my strength.
“Where are we going? You need to put me down. I don’t know you!”
You let me lick all up your arm, and now you want to talk about me not knowing you?
Another roar came from the Wood, and she squeezed my neck tighter. “Okay, get going, let’s go!” She kicked her legs in demand.
I let out a bleat of laughter and took off. My run was quick, faster than any ogre, and with the yellowcress on me and my mate, those shifters or orcs would never find Lucy.
This worked out far better than I had originally planned, and I couldn’t wait to take her back to my home.
We traveled deeper into the Wood. The wind swirled around us, so that if there were any smells, especially of her arousal, they were mixed in with the musky scent of the humid soil. No one would find us where I was taking her, not even Calliope and her orc had found me so far, and it had been months.
My mate still clung to me like I would drop her, but that was unnecessary. I may look thin, but my strength was great, and my legs—well, they could climb any mountain, which was exactly what we were about to do.
The Wood had foothills, not tall enough to be mountains, but steep enough to be trouble for an orc or shifter to climb. I picked my home on the steepest part for my safety, never knowing I would bring home a female for myself. Now, I could pat myself on the back for a job well done.
I stopped at the base, getting a better grip on my mate, and she wiggled in my arms.
“What are you doing? The ogre is gone now. You can put me down.”
I huffed, then put my hoof on the side of the mountain, and her eyes widened. “You will not climb this!”
Ah, now I could show her my skill. I smiled at her, and she shook her head.
“Don’t you dare!”
With ease, I climbed as she held me tight with her head buried into my chest. I tried not to think pleasurable thoughts of her holding me tight, while I sunk into her cunt for the first time, giving us both the pleasure we wanted.
“This was not on my list of things to do today,” she mumbled under her breath, as I skipped from rock to rock. It was nearly a vertical climb, and she hardly breathed.
“Ucy,” I said, and she held onto me tighter. Her hot breath slithered down my body, and it took everything inside me not to shudder in delight. “Ucy, okay.”
She whimpered, and I kept climbing until we reached the cliff. Once I straightened I moved safely away from the ledge, and closer to our home. It was carved into the rock, and although not a deep cave, it was large enough to keep out the weather and have a large living space.
“Ucy, eeeere.” I rubbed her back up and down, but her body still clung to me. I did not know if I should be upset or excited that she did not want to leave my body.
“Are we on the ground?” she asked. I looked around and stomped my foot.
She poked her head out from my chest, and I gently lowered her to the ground. Her face was flushed red as she straightened her dress. “Thanks, uh.” She brushed her hair back. “I don’t like heights.”
Good, she won’t be able to leave.
I motioned her to the cave, and she shook her head.
“Nah, no thanks. I think I’ll go meet up with the camp. It was great meeting you, uh, Mr. Tumnus. C. S. Lewis would get a real kick out of this.” She backed away from me. “Except, this Mr. Tumnus is attractive, and I’m having impure thoughts. Am I dreaming?” she muttered under her breath and pinched herself.
Who was Mr. Tumnus? Does she think my name is Mr. Tumnus?
I did not need her to yell another male’s name during our mating. I needed to learn to say my name. Before I could think any further, I realized my mate was backing up and was not aware there was a cliff behind her.
“Ucy!” I shouted, running toward her.
She saw me as a threat and walked backward faster. Before she fell over, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her away. She spun around into my arms, but her sight caught the massive drop, and she squealed.
She didn’t fight me anymore when she looked over the side. Instead, her body went limp, and I caught her before she fell to the ground.