14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Simon
Ithought my mate was in distress when I heard her muffled cries on the bed.
I watched her blanket slowly slide away from her trembling body, revealing a glimpse of her vulnerability. The air filled heavily with her unique scent, which soon enveloped the cave.
Of course, my shaft was awake!
My mate’s cries echoed through the cave, mingling with the low, haunting moans that had also escaped her lips. Her hand traveled down the curves of her body, delicately exploring beneath the fabric that concealed her slick.
My breath caught. It wasn’t fair; I wanted to be those fingers.
I licked my lips and came close to her body. Just one lick, one lick would be okay.
I let out a muffled whine when her back arched off the bed. I wanted to suck on her breasts, suck on her nipple and nibble it between my teeth.
Why was the goddess punishing me? Why was my mate so close, yet so far away?
I’d promised I would not touch. I would not take her unless she begged me. But it was hard—too hard. I thought the day would never come, but here she was.
The command "Simon touch" hung heavily in the air; with those two words, my ruin was complete. I extended my hand and felt the softness of her body as she leaned into me. I prayed she was fully awake because she could never go back from this, and I could never go back to not touching her.
My hands trembled when I pulled down the white cloth. It was pristine white, and my mouth watered to think that what lay beneath was now mine.
I’d seen naked faes, fairies and shifters, but none of them held a candle to my mate. I’d never had the desire or the drive to be attracted to anyone else but her. This bond would end me.
As I turned my gaze towards her, my lip curled into a snarl, and my eyes fixated on her glistening lips, illuminated by the soft glow of the lanterns. In the background, the low rumble of thunder echoed through the air, creating a sense of foreboding as I inhaled deeply.
“My mate smells pretty.” I lowered my head and rubbed against her heat. She cried out, and her hands reached for my horns.
She tugged on them with a firm grip, her thumbs massaging the base. The tension in my body intensified as my throbbing shaft grazed against the soft blankets.
I would release my seed if she continued to touch me.
I took a greedy lick at her slit. Her gasps filled the cave as I savored her taste, which ignited a fire within me that only she could quench. Every lick, every suck brought me closer to my desire to lose control and let the beast in me surface.
Then, when I sucked in the small nub at the top of her slit, she nearly flew off the bed. I smirked, taking more licks at this pleasure spot.
Her grip tightened on my horns, eliciting a low, guttural growl that vibrated through my very being. But I held back, kept my control, and focused on her sweet essence and the way her body responded to my touch.
I pushed forward, my tongue seeking the hidden treasure between her folds. Her cries grew louder and more insistent, urging me. I lapped at her with renewed vigor, savoring each moan and shudder she gave me until I thrust my tongue inside her.
“Simon! Please!”
My shaft grew impossibly hard, as my hips pushed against the bedding. “Simon, oh, gods, I’m going to come.”
I didn’t understand what she meant, but I continued at my pace; suck, lick, suck, then suddenly, she arched her back and screamed. Her arousal poured into my mouth. I greedily took her in, savoring the sweet taste.
I gripped my shaft and tugged on it several times until I moaned into her slit and spilled my seed along her thighs.
Yes, you will smell of nothing but me now.
I rubbed my cheek along her folds, taking up her scent.
My mate panted, her hands letting go of my horns.
“Gods, what just happened?” Her arm flopped over her stomach. “What did we just do?”
I meticulously cleaned my mate, savoring every bit of her essence with gentle licks. She became my preferred drink, and I wished for more chances to quench my thirst with her.
I hummed, licking the inside of her thighs one last time before crawling up her body. My shaft was already hard again, and I wondered if she would let me—
“Simon?” she gasped when she saw I was hovering over her.
Did she forget I was here? That wouldn’t do.
I did not know the female body well, but I knew where to sink my cock.
“Lucy is mine,” I whispered into her ear.
She swallowed. “Simon?” Her voice shook as I took my fingers, retracted my claws, and sunk them into her heat.
I gently caressed her most sensitive part, feeling the slick warmth of her arousal against my fingertips. With a possessive growl, I nipped her neck. As my heart pounded in my chest, the exhilarating sensation of owning her body consumed me.
I wanted my cock inside her, but as I delved deeper into her body, I quickly realized I would not fit her. I continued to push deeper, feeling my fingers slide smoothly inside her. Her body trembled beneath me as I slowly claimed it. Every inch of me was filled with a burning need to mark her, to make it clear to everyone that Lucy belonged to me.
Lucy’s arms wrapped around my neck, as my cock rubbed up against her leg. Our scents intertwined, and my hips went into the motion of my fingers, while my body pressed against her, feeling her warmth.
She cried out as my finger thrusts grew more reckless, fueled by my endless desire to give her pleasure. Her breasts bounced wildly as I moved, each motion bringing me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
“Mine,” I growled into her neck as she screamed into my chest. My fangs itched to sink into her flesh, to leave a mark on her body. Her body sucked my fingers tightly until I fell onto her.
Lucy thrust her hands into my hair, taking long whiffs of my scent. My body trembled violently, but a low, comforting purr rumbled in my chest.
“How, what—” she began, but a deafening roar cut her off.
My ears perked up, but my body was still not over releasing so much seed. I put my fingers to my lips and motioned for her to stay quiet.
“Clothes,” I whispered. I did my best to shove my shaft back into my pouch, and I trotted to the mouth of the cave. The rain was not coming down heavily any longer, but now just a trickle.
“I smell it. Hu-man.” The deep crackling bass of a voice immediately made me snarl.
I ground my teeth in anger. It was the ogre, and he’d found us. He was at the base of the rock face and stared right up at me.
The yellowcress root could have washed away, and my mate’s arousal must have triggered the monster. I bared my teeth and ran back inside. The ogre was large, and he could climb up the side of the cliff if he used his feet to kick into the stone.
The dimly lit cave trembled violently, sending plumes of dust swirling through the air. Deafening cracks echoed as jagged rocks cascaded down, crashing against the cave floor.
This home was supposed to be safe. Now, it was no longer good enough.
Fueled by a surge of rage, I bent over and grabbed a small boulder. With a grunt, I heaved it skyward, the weight straining my muscles. The rock plummeted downwards, hurtling towards its target with a resounding thud. The ogre’s anguished cries echoed against the rock face. Enraged, the creature pounded its colossal fist against the rocky surface, creating thunderous booms.
“Come, we go.” I motioned for my mate to come with me. I grabbed my emergency satchel with water and food, and gripped her hand.
My mate pulled me back. Worry danced across her face. “How did he—”
“Our s-cent. We go.”
I felt my mate’s heart pound in her chest when we got outside. A large hand was already grabbing onto the side of the cliff.
“How can he—” I put my hand over her mouth and swooped her up in my arms. There wasn’t time to ask questions, but I knew my mate always had questions.
“Shh, keep you s-safe.”
“I don’t have on any underwear!” she hissed.
My smile widened, and Lucy rolled her eyes.
“Of course that would make you happy.”
My mate squeezed my neck tight as I walked along the thin path where I’d taken her earlier to relieve herself. I trotted over to the side of the tall grasses and was met with a steeper, more difficult area to climb down.
But I would not tell her that.
"Simon, no," she gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she clutched me desperately.
Hmm, my mate was very smart.
The rocks were wet. I was carrying extra weight, but the ogre would not wait.
Another roar came from the cave, and my heart sank as I knew our home had been destroyed. I’d make another one more worthy of her, but now I must concentrate.
"Hold me, don't scream," I whispered, my lips brushing her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin.
She scoffed. “Yeah, I’ll do my best.”
If my mate was not at risk, I’d stay back and fight the ogre and show her my abilities to keep her safe. Even the orcs had trouble bringing an ogre down, but they did not run as fast as I did. I prayed to the goddess that my mate did not think less of me for running from the ogre.
Snarls echoed across the cliffside when the ogre poked his head around where my cave once was. His heavy, hot breathing caused steam to tumble from his mouth as the rain did its best to extinguish the flames of his anger.
I gripped my mate tightly with one arm and used the other hand for balance. The rain made my grip weak, but my hooves were still steady amongst the sharp, jagged rocks.
The wind whipped around us as I leaped from one rock to another, each jump jarring my mate in my arms, eliciting a small whimper with every landing.
At least she was not screaming.
I smiled and shook my head. Making my leaps quicker until we landed on a nearby tree limb. She sighed in relief when I caught my breath. The thickness of the limbs on this side of the wood would be our way to escape.
The ogre’s roars grew louder once he jumped from the cliff. The land shook, and we felt it in the trees. I hunched over and covered my mate with my body to keep her scent hidden as the ogre’s frame came into view.
The rain muted his stench. It was usually vile and repulsive, but it gave me an idea that might save us.
With new determination, I hopped the last few tree branches to the soft ground. I stayed hidden in the thickest parts of the wood. He couldn’t run; he was slow, but he was trailing us.
“Where are we going, what are we going to do?” she whispered against my neck, and I grunted in reply, “W-water.” I didn’t have time to concentrate on speaking; I needed her in the water, and fast.
The stream that I frequented was overflowing. It was perfect to dip both of our bodies under. I jumped in, not giving my mate a warning. She gasped when she came back to the surface.
“Fudge brownies! What are—”
I swiftly pressed my palm against her quivering lips, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin beneath my touch. As I held my breath, straining to hear, thunderous footsteps came closer, causing the ground to tremble.
“Out,” I pulled her back up into my arms. The strength of the water and her dress were heavier, but with my muscular hind legs, I was able to push us out. As our soaked bodies dripped behind us, I went to one of the widest trees I could find.
The trunk itself was as wide as three orc cabins, and the plum-colored leaves shone with the trickling of rain. I grunted, slipping through the mud of the stream bank, my nose flaring in determination.
I quickly assessed the knots in the tree as I ran towards it.
Lucy’s arms tightened around my neck, and I used both hands to grab hold of the knots. “You are like a freaking monkey with hooves!”
With a derisive snort, I continued my ascent, muscles burning. As we brushed against the leaves, they created a sheen of golden sparkles within the branches.
Once we had climbed high enough, far out of his vision and his ability to smell us, I sat her down beside me.
The rain was still a steady trickle, and with our bodies drenched, I hoped that had washed away most of our scent.
The ogre stomped toward the stream, the mud squished beneath his toes and splashed on his legs. The creature leaned back his head, his round, bald scalp reflected by the fireflies, and took in a deep breath. I held my mate impossibly tight and placed my hand over her mouth.
The ogre released a scoff, his nose sniffing and huffing, as he went in a direction away from us. I let my shoulders relax and let my hand drop away from Lucy’s mouth.
Her eyes were wide with fear. Once she let go of me, she grabbed hold of a branch so tightly her knuckles became white.
“H-how did he find us?” She shivered against my body. “I thought ogres were pretty rare. Why does he keep popping up?”
He came after her because he had smelled her before when she was with her group. Once an ogre wants something, he will stop at nothing to get it.
I cupped my mate’s chin and turned her face toward me. “I protect you.”
“I need to get back with the others. They can all help,” she said with no hesitation.
I huffed and let out a bleat. The bigger the group, the more likely the ogre would find her.
“No, dangerous. You safe here.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I am not; we are not. There aren’t enough of us, Simon. That thing could hurt you or me! Hurt someone else. Has anyone—not human—tried to talk to an ogre? It can talk. Surely not that stupid.”
I pulled her into my arms to calm her shivering. She was cold and wet, and I needed to get her warm quickly. Humans get sick easier; I knew that.
“You cannot reason with ogres. Orcs have tried.”
“But—”
I forced her nose into the crook of my neck. She took a deep breath and sighed.
“Promise you, you are safe.” I rocked her back and forth. “I protect you.”
A low growl rumbled in my chest as I ran my sharp claws through her hair. She leaned against me and sighed, finally giving in to me.