Simon (Promised Mates of Monktona Wood #3)

18. Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Simon

She gracefully bent over, her body lowering towards the dark pit that I had dug. The rich scent of damp mud filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of the tantalizing roots I had discovered. As she hovered above, the sound of her gentle breaths mixed with the rustling of leaves near her. Her plump ass was up in the air, and I tried my best not to look.

She’s my mate, I can look.

These desires make me want to rut her into the soil.

Yet I wanted her to like me and trust me, so I could lick at her slit again.

I’d dreamt about the paradise between her legs for days, sinking my tongue deep and lapping up her arousal. Since she was so sickly, I kept my hands to myself after the first time I’d massaged her soft breasts.

That does not mean I did not release my seed all over the nest.

The herbs made her better; I made her better. She acted like she was only in a deep sleep.

I hope to be rewarded for my dedication to her.

Because I wanted her.

“This is just fascinating! You can’t smell the roots above the ground. Not even until you’ve cut them. Except for you, of course.”

My chest swelled with pride.

I had given her my ax. Her tiny claws would not break the root. I knew many humans had shorter claws that did nothing to protect them. No wonder Calliope’s mate was always so protective.

In my previous form, I did not understand.

My thoughts and speech had grown more complicated since knowing my mate. The spell that made me who I was, has now made me grow. Or maybe it was her. She had helped me evolve. I was able to talk better with a little practice, whereas before it was very difficult to try.

“You can really smell it under all this dirt?” My mate rose from the hole. Her hands were covered in the red liquid. It looked like blood. No wonder she was so upset earlier, but the scent alone made her smell that much sweeter when it was on her skin.

“Yes, the scent is stronger when you break the root and it leaks,” I replied.

“Hmm, bleed might be a better word.” She tapped her finger on her mouth. It left a trail down her chin. She also had smudges on her cheek. I licked my lips. Would she be angry if I just licked it clean?

“How do you prepare it?” She tilted her head and held onto the bundle she had in her hand. Her arm was soaked, her clothing even more so. When I washed her clothes earlier, it was difficult to get rid of the stain. I used most of my cleaning rocks to get rid of it.

Now, there was no hope for her clothing.

Good thing I made her some.

I smiled, excited that her clothes were ruined now.

“I wash the root in the stream. Most of these roots are only found near water.”

“Hmm.” She set the root down and looked down at her fingers. “Is it the root or the substance coming from it that tastes good? I know when we eat it, some of it is still left inside of it.” She held up her hand and licked between her fingers where the red liquid trickled down her wrist. I stared in awe, watching her while her tongue circled her finger until she stuck it into her mouth.

My shaft, which had calmed down, poked outside of my pouch. The taste entranced her too much to take notice, and I wasn’t about to push my shaft back inside while she had not noticed. My body inched toward her to take in her scent along with the sweet treat.

I panted, towering over her. I felt like a predator for the first time in my life. I had always been the prey. People slaughtered my kind, and yet here I was, above her, watching her eat a delicious substance from her hand.

Did she know I was strong? Or did she find me weak, like one of those goats I used to be?

My throat felt dry while I watched her lick more juice off her finger. She picked up more of the root. “Mmm, it’s in the liquid and in the root. I think this tastes better than those desserts at the palace—don’t tell Queen Clara that, though.” She giggled and closed her eyes.

My body vibrated at her innocence. She did not know how much I wanted to do to her. Was it the animal in me or the mate bond? My body wanted her, and in such a short time, I was ready to have her all to myself forever.

I inched toward her and slowly grabbed her wrist. Would she do that for me? Lick and suck my shaft while the moans left her lips?

Her eyes fluttered open, a look of confusion on her face. I licked the back of her hand, and she let out an audible gasp when I continued to lick that sweet, sticky substance from her wrist.

My fangs scraped against her skin, and she shivered as her eyes widened. I couldn’t tell if it was from shock or desire. Her breath came in soft, steady pants. My shaft inched further out of the pouch at the way her body responded to me.

If she responded just by the touch of my hands and my tongue, what would she do when other parts of me touched her?

I licked between her fingers, tasting the salty skin beneath the ‘blood-stained’ liquid. She moaned softly, a noise that set my blood on fire. I wanted to taste more of her, to explore every inch of her body with my lips and tongue.

“Simon,” she whispered. “What are you doing?” Her voice was shaky, unsure.

I met her eyes, holding her gaze as I slowly pulled away. I didn’t have words to form. I was unsure what to say. What was I doing exactly?

I continued to lick through her fingers, and her breasts pressed against her dress. I swore I could see the tips of them peek through the material, and I let out a hard breath of air between them.

“Your taste… I can’t stop.” I swallowed one of her fingers into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it. I licked down her palm to her wrist.

Before I could nip at her wrist, her hands flew up and cupped the scruff of my face as she pulled me to hers. Her lips found mine with urgency, and her tongue darted between my lips.

What was she doing?

I parted them, and her tongue entered my mouth.

So warm, so wet… everything I ever dreamed kissing would be.

Her hands gripped the back of my neck, pulling me closer as our kiss deepened. I could taste the lingering sweetness from the juice of the root on her tongue.

I wrapped my arms around her and made her straddle my waist. She grunted in response, situating her pussy next to my shaft.

Shit! This dress. Her clothing was the only thing keeping my shaft from her slit.

With a quiet growl, I broke the kiss, and my eyes locked onto hers. “Lucy,” I rasped hoarsely, my voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled, a devious grin spreading across her face. “Simon,” she answered back just as quietly. Her eyes darkened to a level of desire that I never knew I would see from a female.

She wanted this just as much as I did.

Thank the goddess!

I leaned in again, and our lips met once more in urgency. This time, it was different. She had hunger, the same as mine.

My fingers grazed the roots beside me, still bleeding the red, sweet liquid. I broke the kiss and held up my fingers, and she leaned forward, taking them into her mouth.

I imagined it was my thick shaft, and I let out a whimper, bucking my hips against her.

I was going to expel my seed, just watching her lick my fingers.

Once she finished, she grabbed the back of my head, tightening her grip on my hair. She pulled me forward and controlled the kiss. As our tongues dueled within our mouths, her fingers continued to play with the hair at the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her even closer to me, and rubbed myself into her heat.

“Gods, Simon, what’s happening? It feels so—”

I rolled over and pushed her into the soft moss. My mouth left hers while I licked down her neck. There were traces of the sweet liquid from the roots, but that wasn’t what I wanted anymore. I just wanted her taste.

I emitted a low, guttural grunt, the sound reverberating in my throat. My tongue glided down her chest, the taste of her skin lingering on my taste buds. My rough claws tugged at the fabric of her stained dress.

Lucy’s breath hitched as I continued downward, her heart pounded against my ears. I traced the curve of her chest with my tongue, savoring the taste of her skin as she moaned my name.

She wants this.

She wants me.

My claws cut through the fabric as if it were parchment and left a trail of shreds on the forest floor.

Her breasts came into view. They were soft, so full.

I took one into my mouth, teasing the nipple with my teeth before suckling gently. She moaned in pleasure, her hands reaching up to grab my horns.

Her thumbs rubbed at the base, and I let out a bleat. I paused, full of embarrassment, my face heating at how I let out such a primitive sound.

Lucy panted and sat up. Her hand reached out and pulled at the back of my hair. “I don’t care, Simon. I enjoy hearing you.”

My mouth parted as she pushed me up off her body. She got on top of me with her legs spread, and her heat sat on my shaft. I swallowed heavily, feeling the wetness of her arousal.

She had lifted her dress, so she could feel me.

Her heat was all around me. It was on my shaft and in my nose.

This all felt like a dream.

“I like your sounds,” Lucy whispered against my lips. “I like them a lot,” I whimpered, my eyes closed when her forehead met mine. “Every sound, do you hear me?”

She moved her wet slit across my girth. My hands gripped her waist as I helped move her.

“I like my little faun losing all of his control.”

What was she doing? Why was she so commanding? Were all females like this?

I like it—so much!

Her wetness coated me. She slid effortlessly along my shaft.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against mine, and whispered, “You want this, don’t you?”

I nodded, my mind hazy with excitement and desire. I wanted her and needed her more than I had ever needed anything in my life.

She smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes as she adjusted herself over me. I felt the warmth of her folds wrapped around the tip of my shaft, and I groaned at the sensation of being possessed by her completely.

“Say it,” she hissed, her eyes locked on mine as she continued to ground her wetness on me. “Say it or I’ll stop.”

Excitement ran through my body as I choked out the words. “I want you. So much.”

Her smile widened as she finally moved in earnest, her hips sliding against me in a steady rhythm. Her breath was shallow and uneven, but she maintained control over the situation.

This female was not disgusted with me.

My hands gripped her waist tightly as she ground against me. My claws just barely scratching her skin with each thrust.

This felt so good. Why had we not done this earlier?

I let out a rough grunt.

“That’s it,” Lucy hissed again, her breath hot against my ear. “Let me hear you.”

I did as she asked, giving in to the primal urges. My bleats turned into growls and grunts as my seed covered my stomach.

Lucy cried out as her fingers dug into my chest. I used her arousal and my seed to move her up and down my shaft. Her breasts bounced in front of me, and I leaned up to suck one into my mouth.

“Simon!”

I snarled and bit into her breast. My fangs sank into her. Her body shuddered against me when she let out a pleasurable cry.

“Yes,” she moaned.

I didn’t let go. I let my fangs stay latched to her flesh until her head rolled back. My fangs released, and my mouth popped after licking the peak of her breast.

I felt her slit contract against me. I wanted to sink into her. I was ready. I was still hard, ready to slip inside. I whimpered against her neck when she leaned forward, her whole body rested against mine.

My fingers dug into her skin while I held her on top of me. I wanted her scent surrounding me, to enjoy and relish in the moment.

The horrible thought of the ogre coming back because of her scent snapped me out of my senses.

“I must clean you.”

I wished it was with my tongue, but time was crucial.

“Quickly, my mate, we must.”

My mate groaned, her head leaning on my shoulder. I pushed up from the ground, using the strength of my legs to take her to the stream. I stumbled but kept her in my arms as we hit the stream. I took her waist deep, and luckily, the water was warm during the afternoon with the light sources beaming on it.

I dunked us to our necks. She gasped and wrapped her arms around me, her head lulling to the side.

“Wooo, everything is spinning,” she giggled.

I raised an eyebrow and helped her wash her hands.

She must be happy with what we had done. I knew I was. We were much closer to mating, and I could not wait to complete our bond.

I continued to pour water on her skin, rubbing her breasts, neck and face. She moaned, pushing her breasts into me. I bit my cheek. I must wash her. I could not let the ogre come back.

“Simon,” she swayed. “We should do more.”

My ears perked up, and I stared at her.

More?

“I can go again. What about you? Do fauns have refractory periods?” She fluttered her lashes.

I tilted my head to the side. “What is a re-fractory period?”

She giggled again and reached into my pouch. I let out a bleat, stumbling back into the stream when she gripped my shaft.

“Simon, what a big dick you have!”

“Dick?”

“Yeah, your cock, your faun sausage, that big hunk of meat.” She rubbed her hand up my shaft. “Ahh, no refractory period. I bet you could go several times.” She squeezed her hand around my shaft, and I let out a long moan. “We are going to have so much fun, my little faun.”

I felt my cheeks burn up. This was not my Lucy. Where was my Lucy? She would never grab my shaft like this. It isn’t proper, she would say.

Was it the roots? Did she taste too much?

I cleared my throat and pulled her hand away from my shaft.

“Yeah, we shouldn’t do it in the water, should we? I need to see all of it.”

My ears twirled, and I looked away.

I pulled her around my waist, and she squealed. “My clothes are all wet. Are you going to take them off of me now?” She tried to wink, but both of her eyes closed.

Is this a mating ritual for humans?

I hit the beach and set her down, then shook the water off.

“You look just like a little goat when you do that!” she said happily, but it made me stand up straight.

“No, not a goat.” I looked at her skeptically and shook my head.

“Hokay, sorry. You are the cutest wittle faun ever!” She stood and pressed both of her hands to my cheeks. She squished my face with her hands, puckering my lips. She leaned in and placed a quick peck on my mouth.

Goddess, I broke her.

Dear Goddess, I really broke her.

“What in the Moon Fairy’s name is going on?” A large orc pushed through the foliage. He bent under a limb, and when he stood, he had a big toothy grin on his face. “Lucy! I found you!”

Sugha.

My body went rigid when he spoke. Every inch of my muscles tensed and coiled like a spring. As I stumbled and fell face-first into the dirt, I could see the particles of soil and grass being kicked up by my impact.

I let out a huff, angry that my body had betrayed me. I didn’t stay frozen, just for a few seconds. I was getting better. I pushed myself up and shook my head.

“Miss Lucy, what did you find here?” His face fell. “And why are your tits exposed?”

I bared my fangs and stepped in front of Lucy to hide her from the orc. I crouched into an attack stance, ready to jump to defend her if I needed to. He would not touch or look at her.

“My boobies are out! Heavens me, I thought there was a draft.”

I looked behind me, and I saw her palming them. Instantly, my shaft was trying to poke out of my pouch, and I slapped my hand on my forehead.

Sugha raised his eyebrow, and his mouth hung open. “Uh, Lucy, are you alright? You don’t sound okay, and who is this fellow?” Sugha pointed at me, and I growled out again.

“Mine!” I snarled and pushed her back.

Sugha crossed his arms and laughed. “Well, this is certainly a turn of events.”

“Simon, Sugha is a friendly orc and—”

Sugha unfolded his arms. “Wait, Simon? Calliope’s Simon?”

Hair stood up on my neck when I felt Lucy’s fingers dig into my shoulders, and

a snarl ripped through her teeth. “What do you mean, Calliope’s Simon?”