36. Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Six
Lucy
We were both info-dumped.
Simon’s emotions were all over the place through the bond, and rightfully so.
He wasn’t alone. He had a family, even a herd. Unfortunately, he was left behind, but he has me now.
Simon didn’t appear to be too upset over it once he found out that they didn’t know he was missing. The promise that Simon would meet them one day gave him excitement for a reunion later.
How would that dynamic work out?
I had mixed feelings about it. I would support Simon through his feelings. Bringing his family here in the Wood when it was time for him to meet his birth parents.
Sable couldn’t give us much more information other than his mother’s name was Meadow. He smiled at that, loving how his parents’ names matched so perfectly: Field and Meadow.
Other questions we wanted to know, more like I wanted to know, were like why the orcs were left in Bergarian while others were taken back to Poseidon’s palace. That wasn’t Sable’s area of expertise, and wasn’t her information to give. Neither were the ogres that had terrorized the Wood. We may never know, and that was just how things were.
Gods told you what they willed, what they deemed appropriate and the lesser beings had no say.
As for the fauns, Sable told us as much as we needed to know for now. In the future, the fauns would return, and Simon would be the overseer or king. Though fauns never really saw Simon’s father as a king, he was a leader, but in today’s terms, he was one.
Simon shuffled his hooves and looked everywhere but at Sable when she told us how important it was that we established ourselves in the Wood and understood the plants, the wildlife, the streams and everything within it.
Simon would be the protector, showing the fauns the way of the land, how to live in this new territory, since it was so different from what it was on Earth.
Simon stared off into the distance, his jaw tight. Sable finally handed him the notebook that she had been clutching so tightly since the beginning of our meeting. She seemed reluctant to let it go.
Simon took it and flipped it back and forth.
“You’ll help him. I know you will,” she whispered to me. “Again, sorry about messing up earlier. And just remember, take your time. It will be a long while before the fauns come back. Many, many years.” She scratched her head and mumbled a few more things under her breath; words of confidence, ‘sorry’ and ‘call if you need anything’ were muffled, and then she poofed into a large billow of pink sparkly smoke.
It didn’t affect Simon when Sable made a mess of the forest floor. His mind was elsewhere as he stared at the clean stream flowing through. I grabbed the notebook that hung at Simon’s side, and he let it go willingly.
When I opened the book that Sable had been reading, it held tons of hand-drawn pictures, diagrams, and history of the fauns. What I found interesting was that everything was written in Latin.
Thank the gods Father taught me how to read Latin.
When Simon looked down at it, he scoffed. “I can’t even read. I don’t think I was old enough yet when I was taken.” He frowned and looked away. “How can I help my herd if I can’t read?”
I rubbed my hand down his back and pulled at his waist. “First of all, I don’t think fauns did much reading. I saw them taking care of each other, living, playing, running, playing music in your memories.” I rubbed my face against his neck. “Your father led with his heart, and you will do the same.” Simon sighed and wrapped his arms around me. “If you want, though, I will teach you everything I know. But I’m teaching you English because we don’t need to accidentally conjure some sort of magic with this Latin."
Simon’s eyes went large. “No, don’t want to do that.” He bit his lip, his shoulders deflating. “I don’t know how we will ever be ready for them. How am I to know all the Wood?”
I gave him a small smile. “Patience, my good little faun. I think it will go by quicker than you think. We have the orcs to help. You’ve got me,” I winked, “and this book.” I held it up. “I bet we can find substitutes for favorite foods and get some tools made. It will be great.”
Simon didn’t look 100 percent convinced.
I would make it work though, so help me, I’ll figure out how to summon that god out of our damn stream to make my mate happy.
The next several days, Simon processed all the information thrown at him. It was my turn to console him. Well, I don’t know if console was the word for it because all he wanted to do was continue the honeymoon phase. Which meant more touching and, well, rutting.
After spending time in our nest, I would read to him from the notebook. We would look together at the pictures of what his herd‘s homes looked like in the past. A lot of it was instructions for chairs, wood carvings of toys and making tools. The bungalows in the trees that I liked to call bungalows, were actually called thatchets.
I enjoyed reading out loud, and Simon was already learning the words quickly as I read the words in English, instead of the way it was read in Latin.
I was so proud of him as he asked questions, wanting to learn more. I even grabbed my notebooks which were given to us by the Wood. Even the original one when I first began my journey into the wood. Then the extra notebook, the one that Simon had gifted me with the picture of his—sausage.
Once Simon was able to write his name correctly, he signed his name on that one approvingly. He even wanted to hang it up on the wall of our thatchet!.
I told him no, because once we had company in our home, I didn’t need everyone looking at what was mine.
Luckily, Simon already understood a lot of the Wood. He’d also lived in the trees with Calliope before living in a cave. He had adjustments he wanted to make to the thatchet and drew plans of a rudimentary elevator, so I wouldn’t have to climb.
Which, I could climb perfectly now, but he still saw me as a fragile human.
I finished brushing Simon’s long hair while he continued to draw his plans for this elaborate elevator, along with swinging bridges from tree to tree. I separated the hair and began braiding. “Everything is going to be fine,” I whispered and grabbed the leather tie as I finished. I rubbed my cheek against his, letting my scent cover him.
It was another new feature we found out about myself. I could let go of a scent. It came out right behind my ear, just like Simon. He loved it when I scented him; it made him forget what he was doing so he could scent me in return.
I stepped away, leaving him cold from my touch. He jerked his head away from his work, threw his pencil down, and stalked toward me.
“You know that, right?” I asked playfully.
Simon turned me around, and we fell into the giant pile of cotton, which was now covered in layers of blankets to resemble a bed. I had sewn one large blanket for the bottom to be a sheet to cover the cotton and the top blanket to cover us for easier cleaning. The perfect equivalent to a duvet.
Simon pressed his torso against my back and hummed, his hot breath skimming over my horns, sending a shiver down my spine. “I could relax better if you wouldn’t wear so many clothes all the time.” His scent surrounded me as I took a deep breath to calm myself.
I scoffed and shook my head. “I don’t have fur like you do. I get cold. It isn’t—”
“Proper,” he mocked. “I know. Can you at least show your stomach more? I can make your clothes and not rely on the Wood to provide for you all the time. I don’t tell them what to do, they just do things they think I need. I can do things for myself.”
The thatchet shook like it was offended.
I held back a smile. “If it would make you happy, King of the Wood.”
Simon scoffed. “Don’t call me that. The only thing I am king of is this cunt of yours.” Simon lifted my dress off me and tossed it across the room. Then he trailed his fingers down my naked stomach to my pussy and two thick digits sunk into me. I gasped, and my hips bucked up toward him. Simon tutted. “No, you don’t get to come. You get to feel my fingers inside you the rest of the night.”
I growled and pushed my butt into his cock, which was already out of his pouch.
“It won’t work on me. I can control my animalistic urges now that I am a king of this cunt.”
This faun!
“Since you are king, does that make me queen?” I rubbed my butt against him, and I felt his come leaking between my cheeks.
Simon groaned, and I felt his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. “I will not let you win. You sit there like a good female and sleep.”
I stuck out my lip and pouted. I didn’t think I would actually crave sex this much in my life, but when you were with the right person, it just goes out the window.
The bed was empty the next morning. Along with my vagina.
Disappointing.
It was a first to wake up alone because Simon was my personal pussy-licking alarm. When I crawled out of the fluffy cloud bed, I quickly put on my dress, minus the underwear and found a few bags that Simon had brought down from the cave yesterday.
He had slowly brought several items from his old home to here. I decided late in the night, while he was snoring, his little goat lips flapping away in my ear and his fingers sunk into my weeping vagina, that he was going to visit a special person today.
I shoved several dresses inside our bag, along with a notebook, just in case I found anything interesting to jot down. And let’s face it, there always was. I padded over to the door and swung it open to find Simon just on the other side, with a surprised look on his face. He held a wooden tray filled with freshly grilled meat.
I immediately dropped the bag and squealed, “Yasss! I needed some meat!”
Simon’s mouth hung open. “Was my meat not enough?” He reached down and grabbed his pouch.
Alright, I need to talk more about the proper time to use slang words.
“Simon, yes, your meat is enough. I’m talking about to digest, to put in my stomach. Although, you did not give me any meat last night, because you thought punishing me for calling you King of the Wood warranted it.”
Simon smirked and winked.
What have I created?
Simon shut the door and saw the discarded bag on the floor. “Are you going somewhere?” All the mischievousness on his face faded, and a scowl replaced it.
I took a hunk of the meat that was delicately soaked in a fruit marinade and swallowed it in one gulp. “ I am going nowhere; we are going somewhere.” I licked my fingers. “I’m sorry. Have you eaten any?”
Simon huffed and guided me to a chair he’d made the other day. “I tried out several pieces and gave you the best. I made a sauce using ground-up roots and fruit.”
I hummed and ate more. “As much as I enjoyed eating raw fruits and veggies, I was craving protein. This is great.”
Simon pulled up a chair and spread his legs so he was surrounding me. I pulled apart the tender meat and placed some into his mouth. He closed his mouth around my fingers, sucking off the juices, then chewed.
And now I’m gonna get all wet.
“Yes, I was feeling weak. Being a goat, I could eat anything. While in this body, I crave more meat and fish. Does that have protein?” He pointed to the meat.
I nodded. “Yes, fish, beans and nuts have protein, too. It’s important for the body. Especially with all these muscles you have.” I reached out and gave his arms a squeeze. He flexed automatically, and I giggled.
Simon cleared his throat. “What is with the bag, Lucy? Where do you want to go? Are you not happy here? Is our home not good enough?” Simon’s voice went higher and higher as he kept speaking.
I shook my head, put the tray on my lap, and grabbed his hands. “Simon, stop! What’s wrong?”
Simon took a deep breath and sighed. “Just want you happy.”
I chuckled. “Simon, I’m super happy.” I twirled a piece of his hair away from his face. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. In fact, I want to make you happy for once. You are always doing nice things for me. I want to do something nice for you.”
Simon tilted his head in confusion. “You are my mate. You are my nice thing.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from smiling, but the blush on my face was too red to not give away how utterly adored I felt.
“Simon, I think it’s time we go meet the person who made all this possible.”
Simon raised an eyebrow, and his ears twirled.
“I think it’s time to go see Calliope.”