26. Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Six
Lucy
Iwas getting railed, literally.
Simon was making guttural, animalistic grunts and growls that echoed into the forest. The sound was raw and primal, surely sending shivers down the spine of anyone who might hear it. His eyes burned with an intense, fiery red, which pierced through the darkness. The air was heavy with the scent of musk, as if his very presence exuded a wild, untamed energy.
Gone was the sweet, almost innocent faun. He was on a damn mission.
And I, hoe Lucy, was here for it.
As cliche as it sounded, Simon knew me. He knew me better than I thought I knew myself. One look, and he understood I had opened myself not only to this world, but to him, too. I was at the edge of the cliff, and I took the jump.
To take all of him. Not just for science.
He knew I was his the moment he met me. Did I? I never believed in love at first sight. I needed more; that was me, and Simon didn’t give up. He didn’t give up on us when I would have, right from the beginning.
And in such little time, he claimed me.
I’d known him for only a few days, and yet I wanted to spend my life with him.
Part of it was the mating bond that everyone in this realm talked about.
I didn’t know if I fought it. I think I knew it was there when I felt the sexual connection with him, but I didn’t fall in love with him right away. The bond only pushed me toward him. What I did next was all by my will alone.
I’ll have to write down my feelings in order of appearance later, because I think I broke him when I told him I loved him.
I freaking loved the faun.
He thrust into me again, and the sound of our bodies slapping echoed into the forest. A strained whimper escaped my lips, the feeling of his forceful grip on my waist intensified. Surprisingly, his cock now fit perfectly inside me, a sensation that left me puzzled as to why it hadn’t before.
Maybe subconsciously, I didn’t want to let him before, and my body just closed off because I hadn’t accepted everything?
Why are we thinking about this now, Lucy? You are getting your vagina pulverized!
I let out a long moan as another orgasm rushed over me. I could no longer stay on my knees. I let them slide down into the mud, but Simon wasn’t done with me. He pulled my hips up and continued his ravenous assault.
Oh, I needed a break. He needed to hurry up and come again.
“Please, please fill me up.”
Simon paused for a mere moment, his deep growl reverberating through the dense forest. I could feel the weight of his tired body as it pressed against my back, the heat of his breath cascading against the nape of my neck, carrying the musky scent of his arousal.
I was completely boneless, my body was spent. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed. I think Simon was trying to make up for all the years I hadn’t had one.
Well, I think he made up for it.
Simon’s heavy body surrounded me, putting a pressure on my body that made me feel utterly safe. It didn’t matter if I was face down on the moss-covered ground, it never felt so right.
Simon roared, his hips slammed into my backside, and hot come filled me.
I was almost half asleep when Simon lifted from my body. He grunted and rolled me onto my back. His hand cupped my cheek, and I saw the full change of his face.
Red eyes stared back at me. His cock was hard again, leaking on my thighs and stomach. I licked my lips involuntarily, and he let out a grunt of satisfaction.
Was I ready to go again? Because he certainly was.
Take that, Mr. Tumnus.
He leaned forward, his tongue licking my cheek, when I felt it.
Vibrations on the ground. I wasn’t the only one who noticed. Simon perked up his head, his ears standing on end, and he snarled.
“What is it?” I whispered.
Simon didn’t answer. His nose flared, and he huffed several times. He was still in this beast mode he had turned into. You would think his dick would have gone down, but that wasn’t the case.
“Ogre,” he finally said. “It heard and smelled us.”
I knew he meant to say that the ogre smelled me . I didn’t think the ogre would care much for dick. Ogres wanted humans.
I opened my mouth to ask what to do next, but Simon picked me up and took me back to the spring. “What are you doing?” I hissed and wrapped my arms around him. He took me deeper into the spring to the point where we were swimming. I could swim by myself just fine, but he wasn’t letting me go.
As we ventured through the narrow gaps between jagged rocks, their rough edges scraped against my skin. The mesmerizing sight of bioluminescent fish dancing in the water surrounded me, their vibrant colors illuminating the dark abyss. The sound of water lapped against the rocks from Simon’s jerky movement. He put me down, then turned to leave me. I was quickly brought back to the present.
“Stay,” he grunted.
“Wait!” I reached out and pulled on his arm. When he came back to me, his brow was furrowed and his mouth drooped. His teeth even looked longer and there was a wild look in his eyes. “Simon, stay here, we can hide.”
“I will not, I will kill—”
Branches broke, limbs fell from the trees and a large grunting ogre stepped out of the forest. He was taller than some of the trees, and he took his hand and brushed them away from him like they were tiny plants.
“Hu-man.” He took in a long draw of breath.
My body was hidden well between the rocks, but I ducked lower so he wouldn’t be able to see me.
Simon snarled and climbed up the rock as he stood tall and proud, his cock still hanging out of his pouch.
Why was that so hot?
Yet dangerous. The ogre was huge, and it generally took several orcs to take one of these things down!
The ogre let out a throaty laugh as he looked at Simon. Simon was standing tall, his fur bristled and his teeth were bared. The ogre’s eyes narrowed, and he growled in response.
The ogre tilted his head, the mucus from his nose dripping down into his mouth. “You were with the female. I smell her.” Simon didn’t speak, but his hands balled into fists. “You no match for me, little monster.” The ogre’s voice boomed, causing the trees to tremble. “I’ll crush your head with my fingers and find the female!”
Simon snarled again, his anger rising. He turned to me, his eyes fierce and full of determination. “Stay there,” he hissed.
Simon leapt off the wet rock, jumping to the next one with such agility. He had no weapons except for his claws and hooves. My heart flew into my throat. This was insane. He was freaking insane!
The ogre let out a booming laugh, obviously amused by Simon’s bravery. “Little monster, you cannot defeat me!” He raised his massive fist and swung it towards Simon, who dodged it with a swift leap.
Simon was agile and fast, while the ogre had slower movements. Each swing of the ogre’s arm, Simon was able to dodge. I didn’t know if Simon could survive a hit, but he never backed down, though. He darted between the ogre’s legs to try and find a weak spot. I bit my lip, watching in horror as the battle unfolded.
The ogre continued to taunt Simon, whose laughter echoed through the forest. “Give her to me, you dirty goat!” he roared as he swung his massive arm again. This time, Simon dodged it just in time and landed behind one of the thick tree trunks along the tree line.
For a brief moment, I thought he was safe. But the ogre wasn’t deterred. He smashed the tree where Simon hid. With the tree gone, I poked my head over the rock and saw that Simon wasn’t there.
He wasn’t anywhere.
The ogre chuckled and whipped his head around him. “Gone already? Pitiful,” he sniffed, the mucus sucking back up into his nose. “A worthless creature—”
Simon roared, jumping down from one of the tallest trees. I gasped, watching him fall. The ogre looked up, not ready for the assault. Simon landed on the ogre’s face, his long claws diving into one of his eyes.
The ogre roared, the ground and trees trembling. A dark, green liquid oozed from his eye and face.
Ew, is that its blood?
I held back a gag and did my best to hide my body so I wouldn’t be seen.
As the struggle continued, I could see Simon’s determination in his eyes, his resolve was unwavering. The forest echoed with the sounds of battle: the crunch of breaking branches, the muffled yells of frustration from the ogre, and Simon’s fierce growls.
Suddenly, Simon leaped from the ogre’s face and onto one of the long branches above us. He used his muscular arms and made himself into a catapult. He pushed back on the limb and let go with a swift motion. He propelled himself towards the ogre. The branch had been pushed back so hard it slammed into the ogre’s face.
The ogre roared again, clutching at his now-blinded eye and stumbling backward from the hit. He was knocked off balance and fell to his knees.
Seizing this opportunity, Simon jumped onto the ogre’s back and began clawing at him viciously. With each swipe of his claws, blood dripped from the ogre’s back like a waterfall. The ogre bellowed in pain and fury but was powerless against Simon’s quick, relentless assault.
It was a train wreck that I couldn’t look away from.
The ogre thrashed and got up. Simon was making weird noises, but I didn’t know what they meant. Was he hurt? Was he exerting himself too much?
I couldn’t sit here and wait. I was going to be the dumb heroine in my story and get him to stop. This ogre was too big and powerful, and Simon’s claws would not be able to hit any vital organs.
I swam to the side of the pool and raced out. The ogre was throwing his arms around like Simon was a fly. One hit, and Simon was going to get knocked out. “Simon!” I screamed, taking steps away from them.
I wasn’t completely stupid.
Simon’s back was to me, but his head perked up when he heard me. I could see the rippling muscles beneath the fur that had grown on his back. When his head turned, his face was feral. Long fangs, red eyes, nose flaring.
Chills ran down my spine as I watched just how scary he was. My cute little Simon was -terrifying.
In a hot way? I guess reading monster romances paid off.
He huffed and let his claws scratch down the ogre’s face one more time before he jumped off its body. Simon galloped toward me and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder like the first time we met.
Ahh, the memories.
“Female, I said to stay.”
Em, excuse me? Female?
I slapped Simon’s furred back and growled at him myself. “You are not the boss of me.” Just the boss of my pussy. “Simon, you could have gotten hurt!”
Simon let out an unintelligible sound and sprinted us off through the woods. I felt the limbs slapping my butt and let out squeaks of discomfort. Simon paused, then put me into his arms like I was his bride, and ran off again.
His jawline was set and his eyes wild. Droplets of dark, green blood were spattered on his face. This was not Simon. Not at all.
We arrived back at Thorn and Ellie’s home in record time. Thorn was ready to meet us; he had his club and a more scornful look on his face than before. “Where is it?” He huffed. “Tell me now so I can destroy it.”
“It’s down,” I spoke quickly as I tried to cover my breasts. “It’s blind in one eye, wounded near the hot spring.”
Thorn nodded, his eyes narrowing as he shot a piercing glare at Simon. Thorn stood tall, he squared his shoulders, and tested the weight of his club in his hand. With a surge of determination, he launched himself forward. His footsteps echoed in the distance and his voice resonated through the air as he called out, the sound carried to us by the wind. “Her scent will be covered here, do not leave the confines of my territory.”
Simon gripped my body, anger raging through him. I didn’t know Simon could be so emotional like this. It was all a completely new side.
Another reminder that I barely knew him, but it was extremely hot at the same time.
He was protecting me in his own way.
Simon charged to the tent, not bothering to move the flaps away. He put me on the bed as gently as he could and huffed when he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around my body.
His breath was heaving, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His claws ran through his hair, sweat dripping at his temples.
Yup, I was pretty turned on.
Simon’s nose flared. He jerked his head toward me with a lustful glare. I shivered under his scrutiny when he narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists.
“Female, you could have been wounded, hurt. Why did you—”
“Simon, you aren’t acting right!”
Neither was his body. His cock was hanging out of his pouch… still!
“You are crazy and horny—crazy-horny—and going off and fighting an ogre that is three times your height. You need help to defeat that thing!”
Simon bared his teeth.
Yup, more turned on.
“And your body!” I waved my hand up and down his body and bulging cock. I meant muscles. “Something is wrong!”
I tapped my cheek, and my eyes widened in realization. Heat, well rut, for males. Goats go through a rut and can act absolutely insane.
Simon was going through his rut, and most likely, his first one.
“I will protect what is mine, and I will go back and destroy the threat.” He turned his back to me. “Stay in the tent. When I return, I will claim you in every way. I’ll bite every part of you and sink my cock in every hole until the bond takes place.”
Well, cover me in root juices.
When Simon turned, Ellie was standing on the other side of the tent. Her baby was on her hip, babbling and chewing on a dragon scale branch. Ellie pulled up a straw-like device to her mouth and blew. The tiny toothpick that flew out of it shot Simon in the chest.
Simon snarled and pulled out the toothpick. He nudged Ellie to the side so he could step past her, and just two seconds later, I heard a thump outside.
I raced to the tent flap and saw Simon lying face-first on the ground.
Oh, I hope he didn’t hurt his dick. That would be painful to bruise.
But wait. “What did you do to my mate?” I squealed at Ellie.