Simon (Promised Mates of Monktona Wood #3)

20. Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Lucy

Holy freaking dino nuggets.

My eyes were still closed, but I felt every bit of Simon’s skin around me. We’d been walking awhile, from my guess, because my face was plastered to his chest, and he had got a good steady rhythm walking through the wood.

He was moving fast, but he was hardly out of breath.

Dang, I needed to work out.

But what the heck was wrong with me? I felt so drunk. I’d only drunk once in my life, on my twenty-first birthday, alone in my tent. I was determined to know what it was like to have a drink, and I stole my father’s whisky.

I didn’t have a lot of friends sure, but Father gave me a great birthday. We celebrated with the small community we were staying with. Peru was a beautiful area, but I was determined to have at least a bit of alcohol.

The whisky was so foul. I kept thinking it would taste better after every sip, but that wasn’t the case. I got drunk because it was my first time, and had a huge hangover the next day. The llamas were not kind, and I heard them screaming while they were being sheared that following morning.

Never again.

Simon’s bite, though? I have no hangover. Instead, I feel remnants of the buzz from the night before.

It was a drug I could get used to.

I wondered if I could just ask Simon to bite me each night before bed. He could also work that nice tongue of his and get me off. Maybe even impale me on his cock a few times.

Oh, I hope we do that next.

I wiggled in Simon’s hold, and he paused his steps. I stared up at him, and he stared right back. His head tilted to the side, and his ears did that cute whirl thing.

Was he waiting for me to speak?

“Em, hey.” I wiggled my fingers toward him like an idiot.

His nostrils flared, and I squeezed my thighs together.

Just looking at him made my hormones go crazy. I think that bite might have made me crave him more because all these physical responses were insane. I’d never read or heard anything like this. Perhaps our bodies were just chemically attuned to one another.

That orgasm earlier was just mind-blowing. They kept getting better and better. If all my orgasms were like that, he could bite me all he wanted. Orgasmic biting, yes please!

I giggled.

“Lucy, are you alright?” Simon asked hesitantly while he lowered us to the ground to sit. “Are you feeling better?”

Was I feeling better? I didn’t know how to answer that. I felt like my body needed to be stuffed with your cock, Mister Faun, sir. Yet, I couldn’t tell you that because I didn’t want to seem like a crazy woman.

Did it really matter? It was Simon, and I felt safe talking to him, which was all against my better judgment. He was a red flag. A red flag that I liked.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m not… giddy like I was earlier, thank the gods.” But then I remembered. “Wait, who is Calliope?” I blurted.

I didn’t forget my actions earlier. They all came running back to me, and I slapped my hand over my mouth. I showed my breasts to Sugha.

He’d seen my boobs!

Simon groaned, and he rolled his head back. “I feared you would want to know her.”

And just like that, I forgot about flashing the goods. I scoffed. Of course, I would want to know who Calliope was.

“Are you sure you are alright? You acted strange earlier.” He settled me on his lap, and I didn’t fight sitting there with him. I wanted to be close, but then I realized something was very, very different.

I wasn’t in my dress. Instead, I wore a bikini top that wrapped around my neck and back. My lower half was a short skirt, all made from a soft leather hide. Not only was I clothed, but now Simon had a cloth wrapped around his waist.

Great! Now we were Tarzan and Jane.

“Do I even want to ask about the clothes?” I pulled at the top. I wasn’t even mad. He’d seen me naked. I ground against his dick; I mean, what else had this male not seen?

My butthole , but I’m not gonna think about that.

Simon pulled me impossibly closer. “Your clothes were soiled. I made this for you, do you like it?” He leaned closer, assessing my face.

I blinked several times, and I pinched the fabric between my thumb and index finger. He did a great job. It was thick enough so no one would see when I was, ahem, cold. Albeit risqué from what I would normally wear, but this was the Monktona Wood.

“Yes, it fits nicely.” That’s it, Lucy, immerse yourself in his culture. Go with the flow. “Now, who is Calliope?”

I was not a jealous person. The only time I got jealous was when people were in relationships, and I had wished I had such a connection with someone. I had it right now—until he found his mate. He was also allowed to have relationships with other people.

Simon shuffled me in his lap, his mouth twisting. He grunted a few times until I put both hands on his shoulders. “If you have had relations with another woman, I need to know. I’m not mad.”

Because, diseases! I’d rubbed my vagina all over this faun’s log.

“Relations?” He questioned.

“Sex stuff. Things we did earlier, but more.” My eyes widened to give him emphasis.

His face turned a bright red, and he looked away. “You are the first I have touched.”

I relaxed and took a deep breath to calm myself. “Good, that’s good.”

Simon’s head snapped up and snarled. “Has another male touched you? I will kill them.”

Oh, cute, fluffy Simon had a mean face .

Crap, a tear just ran down my leg.

I shook my head violently. “No, no, not in any way!” I waved my hands in front of him. “I have never had these feelings before, these wants. You make me want to… uhm.”

Simon’s nose flared again, and his hand slipped up under the cloth skirt. When I rubbed my legs together, I realized I wasn’t wearing underwear.

Great, gonna be chafing something fierce if I’m damp all the time.

“You want me now?” He purred against my neck, his warm lips tickled against the back of my ear. “Because we can take a break from our journey, and I can sate you.”

Where did he learn to talk like this? In fact, as the days went on with me by his side, the easier it had become for him to communicate.

As his warm, wet tongue delicately caressed my earlobe, my brain scrambled. The sound of his gentle sucking made my nipples pucker. While the soft touch of his roaming hands sent shivers down my body, he asked, “Lucy, can I touch?”

I didn’t point out he was already touching, but his grip on my breast stopped my words of reply. I whimpered against him, pushing myself further into his body.

“Your scent is strong.” His hand dove between my legs, cupping my mound.

My eyes rolled back in my head while I parted my legs for him. I panted, trying to think of anything else but his body so close to mine, so much more skin contact than when I wore that dress—it was too much.

I tried to break from his hold, but he held onto me tighter. Not that I complained. I really didn’t want him to let go. “Calliope… who is she to you, then?” I breathed.

Simon’s hand reached up under my skirt, his fingers touched everywhere but where I wanted most.

“I was not always in this form,” he rasped and suckled on my neck. “Not the half-man, half-beast.”

I rested my head back onto his shoulder, feeling the soft brush of his fingertips against my skin as they delicately explored the curves of my body. The huffs of his breath pushed my hair across my cheek.

“What do you mean?” I released a deep, throaty moan as he slid two fingers inside me. With a subtle twist, he caressed my insides, causing a wave of tingling sensations to ripple through my body.

“You know there is magic here.” His fingers thrust into my body, and I let out a cry.

I couldn’t stop him. My body wanted this. I couldn’t get enough of him. My pussy wept for him.

“Y-yes,” I choked.

Simon thrust into me again. “Calliope saw I differed from the animals that lived within the palace pastures, saw I was alone.” I gasped as his thrusts grew faster. “She rescued me and called me her friend.”

Simon inserted another finger. I felt the sting of his fingers stretching me wide. It was a good pain, one that came with pleasure while his thumb rubbed against my clit. I reached up and pulled on his horn. He growled into my ear.

“From then on, I wanted to protect her. I couldn’t think much, not like I can now, but I knew I owed her my life.” Simon gripped my breast and pressed his erection into my backside.

I let out a long moan, and my hips bucked against his hand. “I’m so close.”

Then Simon took his fingers away. I cried out when he turned my body so I was straddling him. “I’ve got you, female.”

Simon's cock had fully emerged from his pouch. As I observed, my eyes drank in the sight of it. Its impressive size was visually striking, as it appeared long and astonishingly girthy.

Where was my notebook when I needed it?

A pearl of liquid streamed down his veiny shaft, and I licked my lips.

Simon huffed and shoved his fingers back inside in one swift thrust. My forehead fell on his shoulders, and I deterred my attention to his dick.

I grabbed hold of his shaft beneath me and squeezed.

“Nnhn!” he huffed, and my hair whipped around my head. “I need to tell you.”

I gently caressed the smooth texture of his skin, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. Soft moans escaped his lips. With each stroke, a slick sensation coated my fingertips, allowing me to glide the liquid up and down the length of his shaft.

Romance novels, don’t fail me now.

“Ugh, Lucy.”

“Tell me.” I pressed my lips against his. I slung my head back. We were both panting, our hot breaths fanning our faces.

Simon pressed his hand to my lower back, holding me still until my body seized as I came, and a bright white light exploded behind my eyes. “Simon!”

“Yes,” he breathed, “let me have it.”

My body collapsed on his, his cock was still thick in my hand, but I couldn’t let go.

As I relaxed in his arms, my eyes closed, and then he blurted, “I-was-a-goat-when-Calliope-found-me.”

My eyes popped open, and I leaned back to stare into his eyes. There was shame written all over his face, then fear. He’d got me to relax and then dropped the biggest bomb I have ever heard.

The question was, did I care?

He was a goat?!

“What?”

“I tried to save Calliope. There was a potion; a pixie tried to rid her of the spell that the fae king had put on her, to keep her life happy. I wanted to save her from the pain it would release. I jumped in the way to block it. It got on me, and I passed out. I woke up and was—this.” He waved his hand down the length of his body.

Ten long seconds passed by. My hand still gripped his dick, as my head needed time to reboot.

Magic. It was what floated around in this realm. I tried to understand it, but even the witches at the palace said that magic was not always understandable. It grew; it evolved. Potions, spells, curses, hexes - they all sounded the same to me, and in my lifetime, I knew I would never understand.

“What kind of potion?” I whispered.

Simon gripped my thighs, his claws digging into my skin. “It was supposed to release curses.”

With that one line, I knew that Simon was never meant to be a goat.

Call it my gut intuition, but I knew it. I didn’t care if he lived his life as a goat; I cared about who he was now.

A potion that relieved curses? That meant he was a faun before he was a goat. Did he not understand that?

“What do you mean ‘supposed to’?” I ran my hand up his shaft to relax his thoughts.

Hoe Lucy is here.

“Calliope was rid of her memory curse, but it turned me into a faun! It works differently on an animal.”

I giggled and ran my finger down his cheek. “Simon, I think you were always a faun.”

“I remember nothing else but being a goat—an animal.”

“Just because you were an animal does not mean it wouldn’t have the same effect on you.”

I didn’t understand how he couldn’t remember his life before he was a goat, but I knew that walking and talking wasn’t a new concept to him. He was learning way too fast.

His mouth opened to argue, but I leaned forward and did something so outrageous; I licked the head of his cock. Simon’s body shuddered beneath me when I held a firm grasp at the base.

“Fuck,” he breathed loudly and put his hand on my head. “Fuck, I can’t...”

I couldn’t fit the whole length inside my mouth. Instead, I concentrated on my tongue and swirled around the head. His claws scratched down my scalp and dug his fingers into my hair. His hips bucked him into my mouth.

Oh, this was so much better than reading and imagining it in my head.

Simon growled. “Suck me harder, mate.” I hummed into his cock, and he shouted a beastly snarl as the hot jets of his come slid down my throat.

I’d never tasted come, but I thought it would be salty and bitter. His was not. It tasted like the roots we had eaten earlier.

Like a damn good churro.

I definitely needed to write this down.

“Female,” he snarled and pulled me up by my hair. His hand, like a vice, tightly encircled my throat, constricting my airflow. I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin as he brought me closer, his lips crashing against mine with a feral intensity. His rough hands roamed my body, tugging at my clothing with an urgent hunger. “I want to sink my cock so deep inside you that you will not know your life before me.”

He pinned me to the ground with both my wrists with one hand. His cock was swollen and dripping from the cock head.

He wasn’t gonna fit.

But he could try if he wanted… Hoe Lucy would not complain. I was soaked. I was pretty sure the ogre would find us soon with all the scents, but that was future Lucy’s problem.

I wanted—no, needed—him to be inside me.

The red, angry head parted my folds and entered, but as he pushed forward, the girth below the head expanded.

Too much, too thick.

My fingers dug into his biceps. “I can’t, no more.”

Panic set in. I was a freaking virgin. No dildo had his girth. There was just no way this was going to happen. “I can’t, I can’t.” I shook my head, but still my legs wrapped around his waist, wanting to invite him in.

His free hand stroked my forehead. “Shh, just the tip.”

Famous. Last. Words.

Simon pushed and pulled the head of his cock in and out of my pussy. My clit pulsed, feeling the brush of the thick head. With my clit already swollen and over-stimulated, I crashed around him. He picked up the pace and used his hand to rub the lower half of his cock.

Simon’s forehead met mine, and with a guttural snarl, he pulled his cock from me and I felt thick ropes of his come fall on my stomach.

He rubbed his nose against mine. His lips grazed my cheek and lips, and he said, “We will make it fit. This I promise you.” All while he smeared his come around my stomach.

At least he kept his word - just the tip.