Simon (Promised Mates of Monktona Wood #3)

10. Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Simon

Irubbed the rest of the cream onto her arm, which would take away any left-over pain she might have. I had hoped to lick more of her soft skin, but this whole ‘asking for permission to touch her’ is what she wanted. I could not lick her. If touching her breasts were not proper, then using a cream instead of a tongue would be better.

I didn’t like it!

For now, I would do as she asked. She does not know me, and she was new to all things in this world.

I knew Bergarian wasn’t the only realm, and there was another that did not hold many creatures like shifters and orcs. It was mostly humans who knew nothing about them.

If those humans wanted to live in ignorance, then that was on them. My female was smart. She came to this realm and was not afraid. She was not even afraid of me, and let me far closer than I ever thought she would.

Lucy did slap my hand, but at least it was not my face. My face was sensitive, and I might have fainted if she had done so.

“I need a name. I can’t keep calling you Mr. Tumnus in my head.”

I let out a bleat of disgust.

Was she serious? She was still calling me Mr. Tumnus?

Who was that?

My mate snickered, and as much as I enjoyed seeing her smile and show joy, I didn’t like it when it was at my expense.

I wanted to make her laugh in my own way.

“It’s from a book.” She bobbed her head. “It’s about a girl named Lucy, actually.” She scratched the side of her head with her finger. “How ironic. Anyway, she meets a faun. Much like yourself.” She waved her hand up and down my body.

I stared at her in confusion. How could she speak so casually? A faun? Was that what I was?

I gently placed my hand on my chest and felt my heartbeat at her words. The soft touch of my hand glided down my torso, tracing the contours of my body. The sensation of the fur on my legs brushed against my fingertips, a reminder of my unique existence from skin to fur.

I realized I was more than just a goat and a human, but a distinct species.

They had a name for what I was. Was I truly a faun? The thought lingered in my mind, accompanied by why there were no others like me. I couldn’t help but question why I was alone. If my species had a name?

“Hey?” Her hand landed on mine. I placed my hand on top of hers to connect her to me further. Her lips held a ghost of a smile when she looked up at me.

“You okay there? Did I say something to upset you?”

“F-f-aun?” I repeated slowly.

She nodded. "A faun. That is what your species is. Unless there is another name you call each other?”

I shook my head, strands of hair falling across my face.

“You don’t know what you are?”

I shake my head again, a sigh escaping my lips. “No.”

She bit her lip, but I didn’t want her to feel more sorry for me than I did myself. I didn’t care anymore.

I wasn’t alone anymore. I had her.

Her delicate fingers gently glided through the velvety curls atop my head, their touch a tender caress against the smooth base of my sturdy horns. A shiver coursed through my body, like a gentle ripple in a tranquil lake, as my eyes fluttered and rolled to the back of my head, and I surrendered to the blissful sensation.

My shaft instantly hardened in my pouch, but I didn’t care. When I opened my eyes, I knew she saw what she was doing to me, because she held in a laugh and brought up her other hand to repeat the motion on the other side of my head.

My hoof kicked against the cold, damp walls of the cave involuntarily, and a chill sent shivers cascading down my spine, causing my muscles to tense. I let out a long, eerie moan that echoed through the dark, musty air.

“That’s my good little faun.”

Yes, I am your good little faun. Please don’t stop.

I groaned, but the sound of my pleasure broke the moment, making her gasp and step away. “Oh my, yes, well, um.” Her face turned bright red, and she would no longer look at me.

“Lucy?” I tilted my head, and she pointed at my shaft.

Yeah, he has a mind of his own. Popping out of his pouch like that, but when he got big, there wasn’t anywhere to put him.

“Can you put it back?” her voice shook.

Was she scared of it? Did she not think of it as impressive ?

Compared to my body size, it was wide and would fill her hole nicely. Compared to a goat, I was massive. Theirs look like threads of grass.

“Lucy ‘cared?”

Her face found mine, a look of panic washing over her face. “Cared? Scared? Do you mean scared?”

I swallowed and stayed in place, not wanting her to panic more.

“No, ah, no. Not scared. Uncomfortable, because your little faun is hanging out there. You should put it away.” She kept pointing at it, then wiggled the same finger at me.

It wasn’t little! How big did she want it to be?

I couldn’t put it away now; it was awake. It was always hard now that she was here.

Since she’d rubbed my horns, it was only going to get worse.

“Here!” she exclaimed and ran to the back of the cave. She found a rag and pushed it out in front of her, making sure she didn’t see my shaft. “You can wear it like a skirt.”

A skirt?

Does my mate think I am a female?

She is not as smart as I thought.

Or is it because she thinks of my shaft as small and unworthy of her?

I let out a huff, took the rag from her, and stepped away. If it made her more comfortable, I would make this work, but I would not wear a skirt.

However, before I could make this cloth work, my shaft deflated enough to go back into my pouch.

Although, it was very uncomfortable.

I turned to show her the result, and she sighed. “Oh, thank the gods. That’s what they say around here, right?” She rubbed her head. “You should probably put the skirt on, anyway. It might keep popping up in the middle of our conversation.”

I gawked at her.

“And that’s okay. It’s completely normal for it to be so… hard and erect like that.” She played with her fingers. “Completely normal and healthy. Now you know it is in working order, and you can do what you will with it! You have a healthy penis, that’s fantastic!”

What’s happening?

She clapped her hands together and turned around. “I think I need some fresh air. I’m just going to go outside and get some. Don’t worry, I won’t walk off the cliff. I probably should after this conversation. I just told a faun that he had a healthy working penis. Good thing he can’t read my thoughts because I’m pretty sure it would be ten times worse.”

I stood there, stunned, as I watched her stand at the mouth of the cave. Her hands were on her knees, and she was taking deep breaths.

Did she like my penis or not?

I waited for her to come back but stood ready in case she decided to jump off the cliff.

Lucy stood for a long time gazing out at the view. There was nothing but blue and green leaves spanning out against the forest. They were so thick you could hardly see the ground below.

Was she looking for them, the group that brought her here?

I hoped she wasn’t, but I wasn’t a fool. She wanted to get back to them, I was sure. Even if to make sure they were okay. They probably were. Ogres were stupid, and if the orcs led it away from the camp, there was little chance that the ogre would find them again if they were using the yellowcress. That ogre just happened to stumble upon them before from all the loud noises.

“Lucy?” My hooves clicked closer to the mouth of the cave. I had already started a fire and made dinner for her.

Because I was a good male, and I was doing well.

I had stolen some food from Calliope and her orc. I didn’t think my mate would appreciate eating roots. I had bread that would last a few more days before I had to get more, and the meat I’d caught myself was fresh.

Though I'd grown increasingly self-sufficient, the art of baking—with its delicate balance of ingredients and timing—remained beyond my grasp.

Lucy hummed and turned to meet my gaze. I felt like it had been many moons since I’d seen her face when it hadn’t been long at all.

“E-eat?”

My heart leaped when I could form the words. It was coming so much easier, just being in her presence.

Could it be the bond, with the goddess’ will helping me?

With a bright smile, Lucy uncrossed her arms, the tension visibly leaving her shoulders. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to have a panic attack.” She took tentative steps toward me and reached out her hand toward mine.

She was touching me.

Please, penis, do not come out.

“This was a lot. More adventure than I have ever had in my life, actually, and I have been to many places in my lifetime.”

I gave her adventure!

“And wow, these nails are sharp!”

She took my hand and flipped it over, her fingers trailing my palm.

“Not as rough as I thought. It is actually really soft. These nails though, wow, just fascinating. Not nails, more like talons. Can you shred meat with these?”

I can shred your clothes.

I nodded enthusiastically.

“There is so much I want to learn from you, Mr. Tumnus.”

I let out a bleat and took my hand away, crossing my arms like I saw her do when she was uncomfortable.

“Right! Sorry, sorry!” She ran her fingers through her hair. “I need your name. Do you have a name? Can you say it?”

I ground my teeth and stuck my tongue out at her. She was still going to be calling me Mr. Tumnus in her head. I just knew it.

“Oh, come on.” She tugged on my arm. “I really am sorry. I know you hate that name. Come on, be a good little faun, and please tell me your name. We can eat and then work on your speaking. I think our problem is you have a longer tongue. We can work on tongue placement, so we can have a better conversation. Please?”

She begged sweetly, and my shaft twitched in my pouch.

Down. Stay down in the pouch of loneliness.

I huffed in annoyance. I cannot say my name. The sound at the front always came out like a whistle. I did my best, with my tongue flailing about until all that could be heard was “imon.”

She wiped my spit away from her eye. “Right, okay. Imon, then?”

I shook my head and stomped my foot.

“A sound before Imon, then?”

I nodded. “Lucy touch?” I held out my hand for her arm to lead her inside for her warm food, and she nodded. She sounded out more letters in front of Imon, and when she finally said my name, I nodded excitedly.

“Simon! That’s your name!” She smiled, jumping up and down. I couldn’t help but follow her movement when she wrapped her arms around me. I paused, taking in long whiffs of her hair.

Her body was warm, and I was melting into it.

“Simon, great. We have a name! Thought it might be more fantasy, like what the orcs have. I’m glad it’s so normal. Not to say you are normal. Aren’t you are just fascinating? Amazing!” She blushed and stepped away. “Now, I won’t call you the other name anymore. Okay?”

I nodded and gave her as wide a smile as she gave me.

“Good.” Her arms slumped at her sides. “Well, Simon. I know it’s dark, and you made all this food, but I really do need to get going.”

I tilted my head when she looked over at the table.

“Wow, you made this?”

It was basic food. Bread rolls, meat and fruit. I hadn’t cut the fruit because I didn’t want any pixies to smell it and come inside.

Not that I had seen any pixies in the Wood, but you never knew.

They were evil.

“I have to get back to camp. Make sure everyone is okay. People will look for me, and it isn’t proper if I just stay up here. It isn’t considerate. Perhaps you can take me back, and I can come back and visit tomorrow?”

I balled my hands into fists.

I thought we were getting somewhere. I thought she was more comfortable. She wanted to leave me. My mate did not want to be in my presence.

I shook my head and huffed loudly; louder than I had ever done before. I shook my head again, feeling the weight of my horns.

“No.” I stomped my foot.

Lucy reared her head back, her eyebrow raised. “No? No, you won’t take me back right now? Do we need to wait until morning?”

I stepped forward, still not touching her since I had not asked.

“No. Lucy, ‘ere.” I pointed to the floor of the cave.

She stood there with her mouth open until she glared at me. “Are you saying I can’t leave?”

I straightened my back, crossed my arms, and nodded.

“Lucy mmm-ine.” I bleated.