Simon (Promised Mates of Monktona Wood #3)

38. Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Lucy

Valpar and Calliope's cabin, which resembled Thorn and Ellie's, was nestled amidst the lush greenery. The sight of it evoked a sense of simplicity, but the charm was all Calliope’s doing. The flowers that surrounded the cabin burst with a color that matched Calliope’s hair. The cabin’s exterior boasted beautiful vines that strung out to poles adorned with vibrant garments, belonging to a woman, obviously. They swayed softly in the wind.

There, on the porch, were two matching rocking chairs, one larger for the big hulking orc and one smaller to match Calliope’s petite frame.

We didn’t go to the porch though. That would be too close to their home. Instead, we stayed by the fire, where someone had shaved down the logs into benches to create a flat seating surface.

Calliope snuggled up to Valpar and looked like she should be a fairy rather than a human. It meshed well with Valpar, who was far grumpier than Thorn ever appeared to be. Valpar’s face seemed softened though, when he looked at her, his hand always on her lower back, her thigh or hand.

She found him equally enthralling. While I was a little jealous that Simon knew her before me, I knew it was platonic. I owed everything to Calliope. Simon could still be wandering around Bergarian with a random herd of goats or eaten by wild animals. She saw Simon was different and took him under the fake-fairy wing she used to wear and made him the friend that she really needed.

Simon was mine, and he let me know that with each brush of his thumb over my hand. I knew he didn’t have romantic feelings for Calliope. Simon feared I would jump up and hurt Calliope because I was a jealous maniac in the beginning. I felt the uneasiness through the bond. It was quickly squashed when we finally met.

I wasn’t an overbearing freak like these males. As long as she didn’t go wandering in his pouch, we would be just fine.

Only I got to wander in his pouch.

Soon after pleasantries, we all sat around the fire at last and had to give the entire story of how Simon and I met. Calliope was completely enamored by our story, grabbing Valpar’s thigh as he threw jealous glances at us because Calliope was paying attention to us, and not him.

Valpar shifted Calliope, so she was on his lap, but still she listened with her full attention on us. Valpar grumbled and complained, taking in large whiffs of her scent while she oohed and ahhed over our short courting.

Simon was hesitant at first to speak about how we first met. I had to explain to Calliope how touchy-feely Simon was. I wasn’t afraid, telling Calliope how curious Simon was about my body. Calliope laughed so hard she cried, which of course made Valpar upset and told me not to make his mate cry again.

Orcs were weird. Need to write that down later.

Calliope demanded to know more, every detail. I patted my finger against my lip and told her one tidbit he left out, and that he demanded to pee where I liked to pee.

Calliope snorted and waved her hand like it was no big deal.

Apparently, that was normal.

While eating dinner, the light sources set, the nightlife had taken up the Wood, and we finally finished our story. Calliope was completely spent from the excitement of the day. Valpar had her cradled in his chest like she was a small child and rubbed his cheek against the top of her head.

The goddess we had mentioned in our story, Calliope decided, was Artemis. I wasn’t very familiar with the gods, but the way Calliope explained it, she was the Goddess of the Hunt, wilderness, and wild animals to name a few. It would make sense she would appear in the Wood and speak to me in a place as magical as this.

I touched the horns on my head. Did she have anything to do with my horns? The acceptance of magic, this world, the Wood? Was this her gift?

I silently laughed to myself. It all fit. It would make sense.

Valpar, who grunted, groaned and made comments not meant for anyone’s ears but his own, was stunned into silence when we spoke of Poseidon. He scratched his chin and rubbed his soft stomach several times in thought. Valpar appeared stumped and was no doubt wondering where the orc species all fell into this. Calliope already had a devious plan to talk to Starla, the witch who was in charge of all the orcs, to find out exactly why the orcs weren’t taken back with Poseidon and were left here.

My theory, which I expressed to them clearly, was because of the war that was here just over ten years ago. The gods knew that there would be a war against an evil darkness. I mean, they were gods. They had to have an idea of the future. The fate of Bergarian was in the orcs’ hands as they were immune to magic.

That settled Valpar, until he then realized all of Poseidon’s creations could be released into the Wood.

“Wonderful, now I will have to kill everyone to stay off my land,” he grumbled quietly.

Calliope slapped his chest in dismay.

“Monsters are friends, not enemies,” she repeated.

We didn't know if someone would send these creatures, monsters, or whatever we wanted to call them, here. Some could be released on Earth. There were plenty of places to hide there. The oceans, jungles, and deserts remained largely unexplored. Each world was a massive place.

Then, there was also the other realm, which I was not to speak of.

“I’m sure everything will work out…for the good.” I tried to add, but Valpar growled and stood on the other side of the fire.

Calliope let out a large yawn and raised her arms over her head, one arm lazily going around Valpar’s neck. “I think Valpar has had enough social interaction today. He’s gonna have a lot tomorrow with the party, so I best tuck him in bed, if you know what I mean.” She closed both her eyes at once several times.

“Is there something in her eye?” I whispered to Simon.

“No, that is how she winks.”

Oh.

“We have a guest room, you can follow us.” She waved for us to walk behind them, but Valpar let out a low warning growl.

Simon grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the Wood that was already parting for us to enter.

“Thank you for your kindness, Calliope, but we will take rest away from you and your male’s home.”

Calliope pouted. “Valpar, you are being rude. We built that bedroom for Simon, and now you won’t let him in. He’s a king of the forest, and you aren’t showing any hospitality. I’m not sucking your cock tonight.”

I choked on my spit as I tried not to laugh. Simon shook his head, his light hair swaying in the gentle breeze, and tugged at my arm, urging me towards the depths of the forest. As we approached, the woods came alive with a symphony of chirping crickets and rustling leaves, their sounds merging with the distant hooting of an owl.

The air was thick with the sweet scent of wildflowers, mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil. A soft, cool breeze brushed against my skin, while the sight of the woods were illuminated by the twinkling glow of luminous flowers. I touched one to see it bloom beneath my fingertips.

I could hear Calliope arguing as we walked further and further away, until a loud crack echoed across the clearing. “Owie! That was not a fun spanking!”

Simon and I both bleated in laughter, his ears went straight up and my laughter continued.

I did not just do that.

“Simon, I can laugh like you now!” I laughed and bleated while he pulled me through the trees. The Wood continued to contort, and suddenly steps created by vines and branches appeared before us. I stopped laughing and became highly interested in what was happening.

Simon lifted an eyebrow, confused just as I was. The Wood was creating all this on its own, making what Simon and I needed. At this point, he didn’t have to make tools, the surrounding nature would provide for him.

Secretly, I think he liked it, but he still huffed when we climbed the steps, and he guided me to a mini home in the trees with a different bed in front of us. It was made of blankets and an actual mattress.

“I don’t think the Wood made that.” I kneeled down and touched it. “Where did—?”

Simon sniffed several times. “It has a faint scent of Calliope and their cabin; the Wood must have stolen the bed from their guest bedroom.”

Ahh, that was meant for Simon if he had stayed instead of wandering off when he first turned into a faun.

Daw, that was sweet of the forest.

This was going to be the guest house when we came to visit.

I rubbed my hand up and down the side of the mini bungalow; I mean thatchet. “Aw, forest, you are so sweet to Simon.” I rubbed my hand up and down the threaded vine walls.

Simon crossed his arms, his eyes wild with jealousy. “The trees undermine me. I can take care of you on my own. I have taken care of myself all these moons, had a safe haven in the cave and created you a nest.” He stomped his foot several times on the wooden floor and sauntered closer to me.

I smiled and stared up at him.

He acted like such a toddler sometimes.

His eyes grew dark, and he balled his hands up into fists by his side. “And fucked you the way you liked it.”

And now I’m wet.

“Why don’t you tell the tree that?” I hooked my thumb at the door frame. “If you wanna take care of me, just tell it.”

The tree groaned as though the wind had swayed it, but I very well knew it was the forest whining in protest. I leaned closer to put my ear to the wood.

“Uh, huh. Right, yes, I understand.” I pretended like I was listening to a secret.

Simon crept closer, his hooves hesitantly stopped in front of me. “Did it say something to you?”

“Yes, of course.” I rolled my eyes mockingly. “They are complaining that you are being ungrateful and…”

He leaned forward and placed his ear onto the wood, so we were nose to nose.

When he settled, I jumped forward and pecked him on the lips.

Simon’s eyes widened as he grabbed me and hauled me over his shoulder, throwing me onto the mattress. I bounced several times, and Simon pinned both of my arms over my head and peppered kisses all over my face.

“You are a lying female.” His playful kisses turned into sensual ones and traveled down my jaw and on my neck.

I squirmed beneath him when he kept one hand on my wrists while the other traveled down my body to cup my breast. “I shouldn’t let you come.”

I gasped and shook my head. “Don’t be a meanie.”

“I’ve gotten you addicted, haven’t I?” He smirked. “Good., That was my plan all along.”

I gasped mockingly. “You’re so cheeky for a faun. Where was this outgoing personality of yours just a few hours ago?”

The realization must have dawned on him, and he sighed, his body collapsing on mine. He curled up, still holding onto my boob, and wrapped his entire body around me.

“Calliope is going to do something stupid tomorrow.”

I snorted and used my sharpened nails to scratch his back. He moaned delightedly as I groomed him with my nails and nuzzled my face into his hair.

“It’s a party. What is so wrong about parties?”

Simon nuzzled my top to the side, revealing my bare skin. As he palmed my naked breast, I could feel the warmth of his hand against me. Simon closed his eyes, intensifying the intimacy of the moment.

“You don’t know Calliope and the ways of the fae. You’ve spent most of your time with shifters. Fae are different, and Calliope’s upbringing was primarily among the fae. They like parties and even if this is supposed to be small, it will be wild. I remembered those.” Simon buried himself deeper into my chest until he was practically sucking at my breast.

Kitty whiskers.

I rubbed my legs together, trying to ease the ache.

“How did she even know we were coming?” I gripped Simon’s head tighter as he sucked.

“Orcs are quiet,” he mumbled. “I’m sure we were being spied on. I wasn’t paying attention because I was too busy staring at your backside for most of the journey.”

Before I could laugh, Simon was on top of me and sinking inside my greedy pussy.

Goddess, how did he always know when I needed him?

He was so thick; he was always thick. My legs automatically wrapped around him, but instead of keeping me on my back, he pulled me up while he sat on his knees. “Use those muscular legs and bounce on my cock.”

Simon needed this, I felt the tension through the bond. He worried about our future, and tomorrow. He had grown up from being a goat, to faun, prince, bonded, to king in a matter of weeks. I sank down to his shaft, feeling him stretch me wide. This had to be the deepest I’ve ever felt him.

It was like my clit was being stretched and pulled. I felt every vein of his dick as I moved myself up and down on his hard length. “Simon, gods, why are you always so big.”

Simon’s firm grip on my hips propelled me forward, the urgency clear in his touch. The rhythmic thud of my skin hitting against his fur thighs were reasonably quiet despite the pounding. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. The scent of exertion hung in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of sweat. As we moved, the bounce of my small breasts matched the rapid pace.

"This slit has always been intended for me. It holds me tight and doesn’t want to let me go, does it?” He grunted, his nostrils flared as my scent surrounded us. “You crave me like I crave you, don’t you? You always have.”

As I continued to ride him, my body responding to his every touch, every word, every thrust and I felt the familiar heat building within me. Simon’s hands left my hips, only to grip my waist tighter as he lifted me and slammed me back down onto his member. My moans filled the room, echoing off the walls as we lost ourselves.

“Gods!” I gasped, feeling the climax build within me, so close that I could taste it. And then it was there, consuming me completely as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Simon groaned as he felt my pussy clench around him; it was like a vice gripping him tightly. With a last thrust, he joined me in ecstasy, roaring out his release as he filled me with his seed.

“I’m going to destroy this pussy tomorrow.” He snarled and gripped my thighs tighter. “I’m going to show them all how feral I can really be, better than any of those ugly orcs.”

In my haze, I panted and tried to understand what he meant. I lifted my head to gaze into his lust-filled gaze. “W-what do you mean?”

Simon brushed away a piece of hair from my face and wrapped it around my horn.

“I am going to show them, as they watch the silhouette of me fucking this sweet pussy through a veil, how to really take care of a female.”