Simon (Promised Mates of Monktona Wood #3)

9. Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Lucy

"Mr. Tumnus, I didn’t know you had such a big dick.” I shook my head from where it rested comfortably in the blankets.

That was the wildest dream I’d ever had.

I dreamed I confessed about masturbating in my tent to the whole campsite. I rode on the back of a shifter, ended up meeting a sexy Mr. Tumnus and his giant penis, which was hanging out of his fanny pack. Not to mention the licking; lots of licking and then he carried me up a mountain.

I’m so glad it had all just been a dream.

I let out a shuddering breath, the sound escaping softly. I smacked my parched lips and could almost taste the dryness lingering on my tongue.

Immediately, my hand reached out, seeking the familiar coolness of my water bottle on the side table. But to my surprise, it wasn’t there. Instead, my fingertips brushed against something unexpected; a softness, like fur, gently curled beneath my touch. As I explored further, I could sense the strength beneath it.

Thick muscles.

Galileo, no! Please no. Let the gravity suck me down into the soil because I do not want to be here right now.

Lies. You wanted to get up close and personal with that faun sausage.

“Ucy?”

I still hadn’t opened my eyes yet. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to. I had hoped that this was still a dream.

“Ucy?”

But no, he said my name again. This meant he was not an animal at all; he had a brain and could understand me. He hadn’t touched my breast again after I told him not to. Even though he wanted to, he had restrained himself. Which meant he was capable of complicated thoughts, even restraining himself.

I let out another sigh, one of many I would let out I was sure, and opened my eyes. As soon as I did, the faun stared down at me.

“Ucy, o-kay?”

I let out a high-pitched squeak, my heart pounding, as I hastily scooted away from him.

With his hands supporting his weight, he leaned over me, his presence looming. He wasn’t on his knees, but he sat in an odd position. Do fauns have knees? Or was it technically an elbow? No, they were hocks. Similar to a horse's back leg.

“Ucy?”

“It’s Lucy,” I corrected. “Lucy. Can you pronounce the L?”

The faun’s cheeks turned a rosy hue as he reared his head back. I settled on the soft blanket, as I watched as his tongue gingerly emerge from his lips, probing the air. It dawned on me why he seemed to struggle. His textured tongue, which resembled that of a goat, stretched out.

If I had a tongue like that in my mouth, I would have trouble with placement, too.

“Here, watch,” I spoke to him gently. His face was still red as he flashed his long lashes at me and looked so ashamed. “It’s alright. You can understand me, can’t you?”

He nodded and wrung his hands together.

“Okay then, this isn’t so bad. Watch where I put my tongue when I make the L sound. We will have you saying my name in no time, okay?”

If I was friendly enough with him, maybe I could get him to take me back down the cliff. Saying my name could work, right?

“Okay, you ready? Watch.” I showed him where to place my tongue by pointing right at the roof of my mouth. “Then, let out the sound. Just like this.”

As I made the sound, he watched intently, coming far too close and showing he had no boundaries at all. He leaned closer to my mouth as he looked inside. My body felt the heat of his when he placed both his hands on my thighs, leaning on me to get a better look. I held the sound for longer until he backed away, and I could catch my breath.

“You try?” I motioned for him, and he cleared his throat. It took him several times, and I even placed my hand to help move his jaw. By the fifth time, he’d got it. He had to maneuver his tongue. It wasn’t quite like mine, but he made the sound perfectly and then added the rest of the letters to it.

“Lucy.”

My heart suddenly fluttered when he said my name. His voice lacked the deep resonance that typically captivates women in romance novels or movies. Instead, it was velvety, gentle, and seemed to be exclusively meant for me. Every syllable he spoke felt like a tender caress, like a whispered prayer.

“You did it,” I whispered.

He crawled closer to me and grabbed both of my hands. “Lucy.”

What was he doing?

We were on a bed. A well-made bed, actually, and this was not a good place for me to be. What if he attacked me, tried to push me onto the blankets and do something to me? He already proved that he was stronger than me, by carrying me through the forest and then climbing a mountain.

I scooted farther away from him, ripping my hands from him, and his face dropped in utter disappointment.

Why did my heart hurt at the sight of that?

The faun backed away, giving me space, and stood up. He didn’t stay near me but went over to a table, poured water into a steel cup, and pushed it across the floor to me. He had a cave filled with items that were rather quite civilized.

Tools hung on the walls. There were cups, eating utensils, and places to sit. He could have stolen all these things, but he knew what to do with them. He even placed the bed on a raised platform, not on the ground. The cave was clean and well-ventilated, mostly because there was no door, just a gaping wide area where you could walk in and out of the cave.

Overall, it was comfortable in here.

He saved you, Lucy, and you just acted like he was going to assault you.

He is only curious. The lack of boundaries is completely normal in this realm, anyway. The poor thing has probably lived here alone for ages and just needs someone to talk to him.

I rubbed my forehead and slid off the bed. The faun sat in the chair to appear less intimidating because, let’s face it, he was.

If fact, he was rather adorable.

His hair was in disarray, and his ears were drooped like I’d kicked is puppy.

Wow, great way to thank your rescuer.

He was trying, so I had to be a little more understanding. He was trying to understand me, and I wasn’t giving him a chance.

“I am sorry. This is new to me.” I walked closer to him, being extra careful not to make any sudden movements. The light sources were setting, and gold and pink lights were filtering into the cave. “I don’t know why you saved me or how you even found me. I’ve also never seen a creature like you before.”

The faun lowered his head, and I heard a grunt.

“Hey.” I rushed toward him and got on my knees. “It isn’t a bad thing. I don’t know many species around here. I just came to Bergarian a month ago. I’m here to record all the species I can.”

The faun shook his head.

“Have others seen you before?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

That wasn’t much of an answer. I frowned, put my hands on either side of his face, and had him look at me as he had done to me before. “How many know that you live here in the Wood?”

Faun held up six fingers and shrugged his shoulders. “You think six people have seen you? Ever?”

He nodded and looked away.

Why has no one said anything? That there was a faun running in the woods and it was all alone? He appeared to be sociable and was obviously lonely.

“Are there others like you? With horns and pretty little hooves?” I smiled and poked at his cheek.

He let out a bleat when I tickled him under his chin, but he narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

“No one? What about a mom? Dad? Sibling?”

He shook his head again.

“No wonder you don’t have any manners or social boundaries.” I crossed my arms and tapped my lip.

He jerked his head toward me and let out a bleat.

Okay, he had an extensive vocabulary if he could understand that. So, where did he learn it?

“It’s alright; I’m not blaming you. It upset me in the beginning. All the touching, you just need to ask permission first. It isn’t right to put your hands on someone without their consent. Do you understand?” I wagged my finger at him.

The faun nodded and reached out his hand. “Lucy tou-ch.” His teeth whistled, and I smiled.

“Where are you going to touch?” I eyed him up and down.

The faun leaned forward and pointed at my arm. I held it up to him to give him my consent, and he took it. He gently pulled me to stand and led me over to a table that had an assortment of jars. None of them looked familiar to me. They could hold medicine or food.

He took his finger and dipped his claw inside a glass purple one, then put it over one scratch. The rest already looked healed; only small, red marks remained.

Could his spit already be healing my wounds?

He smeared a small amount on the wound, which was deeper than all the others, and a cool sensation came over the scratch. The faun concentrated solely on my arm, and that was when I could really look at his face.

He was an animal in his looks and movements, but he had human-like qualities. And my body was reacting to him more than any male that I had come into contact with.

He was handsome, even beautiful. I liked the warmth of his hand holding my arm, and how tender he was. It was innocent, and for once, I felt completely at ease being with someone other than my father.

Of course, I didn’t like him like he was my father; I liked him a different way. More. That scared me the most.

And that little voice in the back of my head that wouldn’t mind if he was rough with me one day.

We would call her Lucy the Hoe.

As I watched him blow on the wound, careful to ensure it was dry, I realized that our earlier encounter was all a misunderstanding.

He didn’t grab my breast because he wanted me. He was just curious. He didn’t know what he wanted. His penis, which sprung free earlier, was just his body reacting. He probably didn’t even know what to do with it.

So, stop getting your panties in a twist, Whore Lucy. He’s a sweet, innocent little faun who just needs some guidance.

And that was exactly what we were going to do. We were going to get patched up, get him to talk, and he would then lead me back to camp.

Easy peasy.