28. Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Simon
Ihad lost all concept of time.
I did not know when it was day or night or how long I had slept. My body was heavy, and not just my limbs but my heart, too.
I was in a vulnerable state where I could not protect my mate. The ogre still lived, and I had been incapacitated by a human female! I promised myself I would never harm a female, and I wouldn’t. I would, however, harm the orc since he didn’t seem to have a handle on her.
How dare she!
I would head butt him right in his large sack so he could no longer procreate.
It would be a gift to the Monktona Wood if no more of those green orclings inhabited it.
As soon as I felt tension in my body, I tried to lift my arm, but it still did not move. It was frustrating, to say the least. I let out a grunt of annoyance, and instantly, my mate was by my side, her arm over my chest.
“You okay, sleeping beauty?”
Excuse me?
At some point, she relieved my shaft. I wasn’t able to take care of her, and I knew I would need to repay her for such a deed. Laying here, not giving her pleasure, hurt me more than feeling this undeniable need to rut her.
I felt it in my blood. It was a flood, raging behind my ears. I’ve tried my best to be calm, but I had no ability to make my shaft… still.
I had no control even before the poisoning incident.
“Simon, you're, uh, having a problem again?”
I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. I could not hide from her.
“Goddess, I’m so sorry, Simon. Going through a rut, and you can’t do anything about it. Your extra fur is all damp. Are you suffering?”
A rut? Was that what this was? I thought it was my need to bond with her, not a rut. Then again, wouldn’t it be the same? My soul wanted her, and my body. Wasn’t it all relativity the same at this point?
I felt her warm grasp around my shaft, and I involuntarily groaned. When she tried to suck my cock inside her mouth last time, I could not hold back my release. It was downright embarrassing how quickly I expelled my seed.
“Simon, are you in pain?” Her lips brushed my ear.
I thought I was getting some of my movement back, but not enough to tell her I wanted. She could do whatever she wanted.
Suck my cock again, my sweet mate.
Her thumb twirled around my cockhead and my hips bucked.
“Ellie was right, the poison didn’t hit you as hard as I thought it would.”
Ellie? Curse her. I would have my shaft buried deeper into my mate right now if it wasn’t for her.
Lucy giggled. “I wonder if orgasms heal you faster?”
Orgasms? Does she mean my release?
“I really want to do something else, something we haven’t tried, on land anyway.”
My heart stopped when I felt her straddle my thighs. Her hands held my cock firmly.
I was going to break her if she took me like this.
“I talked to Ellie over dinner; she said that orcs have magic come.”
If I could snarl, I would. I did not need my female hearing about magic orc seed. The only seed she would get would be mine.
“She said it had properties that can soften the muscles and change the inside of a woman so they can take their partner. I’m thinking that yours might do that, too.” Her thumb went over my cock head, and I heard her pop it into her mouth.
Sweet Moon Goddess.
“I think the reason I couldn’t accept you in the beginning was because of my self-doubt, lack of belief. I think if we do it this time… it will work.” Her voice had gone raspy. I could smell her arousal heavy within the tent.
She rose on her knees and rubbed her clit along my veiny shaft.
“I don’t know why, but I’ve never been this turned on before. Staying in this tent with you just makes it worse. It’s like your… smell has changed. I want to rub myself all over you.”
I smiled inwardly. My scent was calling to her. She wanted me, my cock.
“So, hoe Lucy is here, and why the hell not? I’m sure you’d like it too. And we are mates, so it’s fine,” she told herself, I think more than me.
Yes, yes, female.
Lucy grabbed my shaft. It was wet, and I felt the distinctive tug as she positioned the head at her entrance. I felt the heat of her gaze on me. My cock slipped inside, and by the gods, it was tight.
With a deep breath, Lucy sank down onto me, inch by inch, her walls gripping me tightly, causing my heart to pound in response. A soft moan escaped her lips as she fully impaled herself on my throbbing shaft.
She was wet, hot, slick. With the combination of her pussy strangling, I think I might die.
“Oh, god,” she whispered. “You feel so good inside me.”
Her words fueled me, my body strained, and finally I could feel my fingers wiggling.
Lucy’s hips moved wildly, each thrust taking us both closer to the edge. The air was filled with our gasps and moans, punctuated by her frantic movements. It was as if she was in her own heat, taking what she wanted.
I tried as much as I could, but I couldn’t get my body to move. All I could do was endure her assault on my body, letting her use me without helping her.
I felt my shaft thicken each time I pressed inside her. I wanted to caress her stomach and feel the seed filing her womb.
My body tensed, waiting for when we would both reach our release.
She leaned forward, her hands gripping my shoulders as she rode me harder and faster. Her breath came in short gasps, each one driving her closer to her pleasure. “I’m going to come,” she panted. “I can feel it building-”
And then, with a shout of pure ecstasy, she released. Her body convulsed, and I dug my claws into the blankets.
As Lucy cried out and shivered in the aftermath of her orgasm, I felt my seed unload into her. With a deep growl, I jerked my hips upward into her one last time, releasing my seed deep within her core. The sensation was overwhelming; it was as if my very soul had been consumed by the heat of her pussy.
I was utterly tired and spent. I don't remember being this tired except for when I turned into what I was now.
Lucy let me stay inside her and leaned against my chest. She was completely naked, and I enjoyed feeling the warmth and the softness of her skin. Her breath tickled the hair on my chest, and instead of fighting to wrap my arms around her, she wrapped hers around mine.
“I’m sorry if that crossed a line, but that was—wow.”
I couldn’t agree more. If she wanted to use my body without me doing anything, I would let her. I would even tie myself to the roots of the forest floor so she could experience this again.
Because I didn’t mind it one bit.
Lucy
It’d been three days. I’d taken care of Simon more times than I could count. It would just get hard, the head of it would turn red, and I couldn’t leave him in pain.
Blue balls was totally a thing.
He should be on the mend, but he still snored at times. I had planned on giving him a sponge bath later this afternoon if he hadn’t woken up by then.
Yeah, we both liked those sponge baths.
As I stepped outside, a gentle breeze brushed against my face, carrying with it the scent of pine trees and wildflowers. The air felt crisp and invigorating, a vast contrast to the stifling, polluted air of Earth.
Here, in this vast expanse of untouched nature, the sweet chorus of birds and animals filled the air, harmonizing with the rustling leaves. The absence of buzzing insects was a relief, a welcome change from the constant annoyance of their relentless itchy bites on Earth. In this serene wilderness, they seemed to respect the balance of nature, knowing that humans were mere visitors and not a food source.
I stretched, raising my arms up high. I was wearing the clothing Simon made me. Thorn had retrieved it from the spring when he went to get rid of the ogre.
I felt it was my duty to wear them and not what Ellie had presented to me later. I felt like I was going against a faun code.
Unfortunately, when Thorn went to check on the ogre, he was no longer there and Thorn said he was not about to chase it through the Wood because he had his family to take care of. Not that I would argue with that. I didn’t want his family to come into danger because of me.
It was our own fault that the ogre appeared at the spring; our scent had brought the ogre. It was far too close to Thorn and Ellie’s cabin.
Thorn had spread an extra dosing of the yellow cress around his territory and more around Simon’s and my tent. Thorn grunted as he did so, holding his nose until the scent of our prior activities went away.
Talk about me turning six different shades of red. He knew I was doing something because, obviously, Simon was passed out. Thorn gave no judgment, but Ellie was over there cackling, elbowing me, and asking how it felt to ride a lifeless body beneath me.
I gave her an honest answer: that it was great having power over Simon while he slept. Red flag for me? Sure, but Simon kidnapped me and saw me naked.
Payback!
“Do you think he will wake up today?” I asked, as I helped Ellie clean some dishes from lunch by the fire. Thorn had set up a washing basin outside and put coals underneath so Kiah could take a bath.
He was the happiest baby I had ever seen, screaming and roaring just like any other orc.
Ellie shrugged her shoulders. “Good question, it’s almost been a few days. What do you think, Sugar Tits?”
Thorn’s head leaned back, and groaned. “Not in front of a guest, Ellie.”
Ellie winked at me and threw another toy into the giant tub for Kiah.
“Any time, I’d say. In fact, I bet he is lying there waiting for you to fuck him while he sleeps.”
I gasped.
Thorn chuckled and shook his head. “You said he’s been moving his arms? Has he spoken at all?” Thorn asked.
“Nope, but he had a hard time speaking when he was first learning, and that was only a week and a half ago. I wouldn’t expect him to get his voice back so quickly.”
Thorn straightened his posture, the crisp scent of pine filling his nostrils as he inhaled deeply. His forehead creased in concentration as he ventured through the clearing on the other side, the soft crunch of leaves beneath his feet echoing in the stillness.
“What is it?” I asked, standing.
Ellie grabbed a towel and pulled Kiah out of the tub. “Smells like wolves. Shifters. They don’t often come this far into the Wood.”
I jogged over to Thorn. If they were wolves, they would have to be from my group.
“What do you want?” Thorn roared. His posture was intimidating toward the shifters that stood on the other side as they shivered, which I presumed was from fear. I recognized them instantly and jumped in front of the massive orc.
“Hey, guys!”
Dutton looked away from Thorn’s imposing stance and let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank the goddess you are here.” He ran his hand through his hair. “We have been looking everywhere for you.”
I blinked several times and looked up at Thorn. “What do you mean? Sugha was supposed to tell you I was okay?”
Dutton shook his head. The other wolf was shaking, looking like he was about to pee himself, staring up at Thorn.
So much for the best warriors of the kingdom.
“No, it’s not that.” Dutton coughed. “It’s your father, he’s here, he was waiting to see you, but—”
Dutton and the wolf stared at each other.
“But what?” I stepped into the trees, grabbed his arm, and pulled him toward me.
“Your father fell into a deep sleep, and we can’t wake him up.” Dutton choked on his words.
I stood frozen, my mouth hanging open. “What do you mean, he fell asleep? I need more information,” I demanded.
I could not get upset, not yet. He may have had too much bourbon. He could have just been exhausted. That was a lot of traveling coming here, and now being in the Wood and all, it could have been overwhelming.
“He went to sleep one night and then didn’t get up!” Dutton explained. “It’s been two days. Humans don’t sleep that long, do they?”
I took a deep breath, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. “Is he pale? Hot to the touch? Is he sweating? I need more, Dutton,” my voice rose.
Dutton stuttered and stepped back, not from Thorn, but from me. My hand voluntarily moved toward Dutton, and I couldn’t stop.
“No fever, no sweating, his skin looks fine, in fact, it is different…” Dutton paused and rubbed his hand up and down his arm. “Texture! Yes, that’s it. Texture.”
Different texture? What the hell does that mean?
“See for yourself. We don’t know what’s wrong. Everyone is afraid to touch him because they think—”
“Think what?” I growled. “What are they thinking, just leaving an old man in a tent by himself? Has anyone attended to him, or checked on him? Looked for scrapes from a plant, a bite from an animal, anything?”
Dutton swallowed. “No, they haven’t, Miss Lucy. Please don’t be angry.”
I blew air between my teeth, letting Dutton see my frustration. He gulped and grabbed hold of his companion by the shoulder.
I stomped my foot. “We must leave now. Shift to a wolf, and you take me.”
Thorn pulled me back by the shoulder. “You trust these wolves?”
Dutton and his companion looked hopeful, nodding their heads like little puppies.
I gave them a narrow look. “No, I don’t. Anyone just leaving an old man alone in a tent for days makes me have trust issues, but what choice do I have?”
Thorn stood up to his full height. “I believe waiting for Simon to wake up is for the best. I will not take my female near a bunch of psychotic dogs.”
“Hey!” Dutton defended. “We are trying to make this right, and you weren’t easy to find.”
Thorn huffed and leaned over, his hot breath fanning Dutton’s cheek. “Good. Keep it that way.”
I pushed Dutton away from Thorn and snapped my fingers in front of him. “Shift, let’s go. Time is a-wasting. Hope your mate doesn’t mind me being on your back.”
Dutton’s lips turned into a smile. “What mate?”
“Fucking shift!”