42. Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Two
Lucy
After our uninvited guest had successfully ruined the after-party, Clara nudged me with her elbow, her touch sending a warm tingle down my side. Our uninvited guest had knocked over the tables filled with flowers, ruining them; they also smeared the burnt food in the dirt and spilled the orc mead from the barrels.
“What a waste,” Kane muttered as he walked by the growing puddle.
Stringed violins screeched while two lone wolves tried to regain some sort of ambiance for the once-romantic ceremony, but the screams of laughter and howls in the distance of chasing after the ogre stomping through the Wood killed it. It was too hard to bring any of the party back.
Not that I minded. Simon and I were the introverts of the group, and we were happy to bring the party to a close.
“I should hunt after the ogre; he is after you. It is my duty as your mate to—”
Clara tutted and put her arm out to stop Simon from leaving the platform. Her mischievous wink added a spark of unease.
“Don’t worry. There are enough wolves and orcs after that blasted thing. Sugha and Eman have been searching for that ogre for days. You would deny him such a prize?”
Simon and I looked at each other. I could tell he wasn't happy. He wanted to run, do some sort of alpha crap and prove himself. I hugged his arm closer to my chest, letting him feel the softness there.
That’s it. Use your curves to seduce him to stay right here with you.
Simon’s face softened.
Hell yeah, I’m just that good.
Clara bit her lip and held in a laugh. “You both will still get your sweet honeymoon. Your father and I had a back-up plan because he was going to destroy your consummation tent, anyway.” She snickered. “I don’t think he was ready for you to experience the Monktona Wood culture yet.”
A sigh of relief for me, but a disgruntled grunt from Simon had me choking out a laugh.
Did he really want to show the orcs how well he pleased me?
Those who stayed behind from the ogre chase were cleaning up Valpar’s territory. Calliope was trying to urge Valpar to follow where we were going, but he had his arms wrapped around her, whispering something in her ear that made her stop in her tracks. Her face blushed and she wiggled in his arms, but she didn’t dare say anything after that.
Dutton and Elmira gave us a giant wave as we got closer to the forest line. “Go get some!” Dutton screamed at the top of his lungs.
“She already did, you perverted asshole!” Elmira replied and gave him a firm slap on his butt.
Simon and I walked hand in hand while Clara, Kane, and my fathers led the way through the Wood as the light sources were setting. Once we arrived, we came to an area with a large waterfall, bioluminescent birds skimmed the water and dazzling lights from the flowers that hung from the trees.
Just like everything else about the Wood, it was magical.
“I really need to make a map,” I muttered to myself.
My father turned to me and brushed a tendril of hair behind my ear. “Thank you for letting me walk you down the aisle. It was one of the last human traditions I wanted to do. It will be a memory I will always keep.” He pulled me into his arms. I had to lean down to give him a proper hug. Tears sprung to my eyes, and I did my best not to sob when he let go.
Rune stood there awkwardly, putting his arm around my father. “When everyone is ready, we would like to visit more often, or you can visit us.”
I nodded and without reading the area around me, I bounded forward and gave Rune an extra big hug. I couldn’t call him dad, or papa, or other cringy words for another parent—yet. I wanted that someday, but more time, more patience to get to know him was in order.
“Thank you. Thank you for finding my father and making him so happy.” I rubbed my cheek against his, and he let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you for letting me have him.” He chuckled and pulled away. “And before I forget, there is a basket from Calliope in the back of the cave.” He cleared his throat and nodded to Simon. “Good luck.”
Simon tilted his head in confusion.
We all said our goodbyes, as awkward as it still was.
I mean, we were going in there… to do it.
And they knew…
Simon grabbed me by the hand and whipped me around in front of him. He pulled me up into his arms, and I squealed in excitement. “What are you doing?” I wrapped my arms around his neck, my dress dragging behind us.
“Your father said I must carry you to bed.” He scrunched his nose. “I told him I was very capable of making sure you would not leave it as well. He did not appreciate my boldness.”
I choked on my spit and laughed while he took us behind the gleaming waterfall that fell into the clearest pool. The pool was crystal clear, reflecting the colors of the night sky and surrounding vegetation. Small bubbles rose to the surface, creating a shimmering effect as they burst.
When we ducked behind the falls, I expected it to be dark, empty of anything but maybe a bed or a nest, but I was sorely mistaken, just like any expectation I had in this realm. But this exceeded anything that I could imagine.
The vines of flowers hanging from the cave ceiling were a vibrant blue, their petals shimmering with a mystical glow. The mushrooms on the cave walls emitted a soft, bioluminescent light in shades of yellow, pink, and orange, creating a gentle and magical aura.
The air inside was thick with a sweet fragrance. It reminded me of a flower garden in full bloom, the flowers smelled delicate and sweet, like a combination of jasmine and honey. With the rush of the waterfall behind us, the scent of earth and dampness mingled with the floral notes, creating a calming and enchanting atmosphere.
How was I to jump my mate when I felt like a gooey mess?
Good thing Rune rubbed some magic ‘no baby making salve’ on my stomach that would last me at least a few months.
Father would be pissed about that later.
Simon’s nose traced up my neck, his warm breath trailing down to the mark on my shoulder, and a spark of arousal hit me quickly between my legs.
Okay, never mind.
I let out a whimper of need as my thighs rubbed together to get some friction. Simon would have none of it as he kneeled on the mattress filled with blankets and pillows. The vines that hung over us had beautiful hanging moss that tickled his horns.
His nose flared, and my dress, which was slightly loose around my chest, tightened as my breasts felt heavy with the urge for him to hold them.
With Simon, it always felt like it was the first time. The way his dick would stretch me so wide, the thick veins on his shaft that would rub my clit. I couldn’t get enough of him.
And I needed him. Right. Now!
I felt my pussy dampen in an instant. Simon’s nose flared again, and a low growl reverberated in his chest. “Your pussy is so needy for me, isn’t it?”
I scoffed and shook my head. “No. I’m actually pretty tired.” I raised my hands above my head. “I think I’m going to just go to sleep.” I pursed my lips together to keep from laughing.
Simon’s ears twirled, and he narrowed his eyes. “I can smell your want and feel it in the bond, don’t you lie to me.” He lifted up his lip, showing off a sharp fang.
Oh yes, bite me, faun daddy.
I placed my hand on my chest and wiggled for him to let me down. “I would never do such a thing.” I twirled my finger around his bare chest. He was so chiseled, especially since we had bonded. I had wondered if it was because of the bond. Shifters become stronger physically..
I pulled some flowers from my hair and let small braids dangle around my face. I smiled at him, cupped his face, and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “Thanks for doing the ceremony. It meant a lot to my father, Rune and to me too.”
Simon returned the kiss, sweetly at first. Then it turned hungry, desperate.
“It was my pleasure. However, you have lied to me.” He raised his furry brow.
I bit my lip and let my finger run down his torso. Goosebumps erupted across his skin. “Like I said, I would never.” I faked a yawn and put my hand to my mouth. “Here, help me undress. I think I’d like to go to sleep now.” I turned and put my hands behind my head to try to untie the wrapped dress.
Instead of feeling Simon tackle me to the sheets, I felt something slither around my wrists. When I lifted my arms, I saw green, thick vines wrapped around my wrists and waist. I yelped in surprise and was turned to face Simon. His eyes had turned dark and were full of lust and desire.
“Like I said, I don’t like it when my mate lies to me. I will punish mates who are dishonest.”
My breath hitched, and I swore I felt a tear run down my leg.
New kink - unlocked.
I felt the vines wrap around each ankle. I watched as they slithered up my leg, up to my knees.
“Are you controlling them?” I gasped when I watched Simon slowly untie the tiny bows of my dress.
“I’m figuring it out,” he mumbled below my ear and gave it a tentative lick.
My nipples tightened when my dress fell.
“I feel kind of weird that the vines are watching…”
Simon chuckled darkly, his deep laughter resonating in the dimly lit room. I could feel the rough texture of his hands as they slowly traced a tantalizing path up my body, sending shivers down my spine. “It’s nature. They are used to this sort of thing.”
His touch left a trail of warmth on my skin, igniting a longing that consumed me. Then he grabbed a vine with a thick bloom. He ran it across my breast. He circled my nipple, tickling me.
I panted as he let the bud explore every inch of me. From behind my ear, my neck, the curve of my hip to my stomach. I yearned for his touch to venture further, to caress my breasts and explore the depths between my thighs. I imagined it was his tongue. Goddess, I wanted him.
I whimpered. “Simon, please?”
Simon licked between my breasts. “You said you were too tired. Are you changing your mind?”
I tightened my jaw and nodded, conceding far too quickly.
Simon’s lips curled into a smirk as he watched the vines wrap around my body for a better grip, and spread my arms and legs apart. Their sinewy movements weaved and tightened like snakes. I could see the mischievous glint in his eyes as he circled around me, his gaze taking in every inch of my exposed body.
“It’s a shame because I’m not sure if I am in the mood anymore.”
Okay, not fair at all!
I groaned and leaned my head forward.
The vine beneath my breast loosened and dragged itself over my skin. My body was over-stimulated. It was aching, wanting more. The vine curled around my breast and dug into my skin. Its movement was quick and unexpected when it pulled away, then whipped itself against my nipple. I gasped, my pussy weeping at the sting.
Simon flicked his tongue over the tiny red strike that was left behind, humming into my nipple. He backed away, observing the work of his vines.
The long, tentacle-like arms extended, poised for another strike.
My pussy tightened around nothing.
I was ready for it to happen again.
Simon walked back in front of me, a grin on his face.
Bondage and whipping, oh my goddess.
Simon’s face turned serious, his knuckles rubbing across my face. “I should have asked first, is this—”
“Yes, yes!” I nearly creamed myself when the vines tightened around my waist. “Please, more.”
Simon laughed. “What a greedy pussy you have!” The vines pulled me down into the slightly raised bed and pulled my legs apart as far as they would go. Simon’s nostrils flared while he crawled toward me.
“You're drenched.” His nose went straight between my legs as he took a deep whiff of my scent. “I can see straight through this lace. Did you wear it for me?”
I wiggled beneath him, unable to grab his horns and pull him deeper into my cunt.
I nodded, and his hand went down and slapped my pussy lightly. I moaned. My legs tried to come together to rub my needy clit.
Simon tilted his head. “You like this? Me punishing you?” His breath came in heavy pants.
The vines held me firm, preventing me from closing my legs. Simon looked down at me, his eyes glinting with excitement. “You want me to punish you, don’t you?”
I whimpered, unable to deny it. “Yes, please, punish me. I shouldn’t have lied.” I tried to hold back my grin.
He smirked, and the vines tightened around me, pulling me even closer to the edge of the bed where Simon kneeled. “Ask your king for punishment.”
Oh, we are playing the king card? Yes, I’ll be the king’s dirty, slutty queen.
I snorted, and Simon ticked his head to the side, smiling.
My heart raced as I called out, “Oh, punish me!”
“For what, dear mate? Why do I need to punish you?”
He ripped the decorative cloth from his waist, and his enormous cock hung out of his pouch. His come dripped onto the floor. My tongue poked out of my lips, licking them, just thinking of how much I wanted to taste him again.
“Because I’m a dirty little liar.” I tried to think of all the naughty books I had read, and phrases that Simon might like.
Simon’s horns gleamed in the dim light as his claws dug into my skin. The vines moved aside like an army of snakes submitting to their master, making way for Simon’s massive hands to grip hold of my thighs.
Simon ripped the lace thong away with a swipe and dug his tongue between my folds, his long tongue rubbing my g-spot. Wetness pooled in his short beard, and I felt myself about to fall when he pulled away.
“No!” I screamed and fell back onto the mattress. The vines near my breasts slapped my nipples.
“Mmm, naughty thing.”
The torture continued. Simon would lick my clit, even add his fingers with a thrust. He would deny me my orgasm and pull away. If I argued, his vines would slap my nipples. I was a whining, pathetic mess.
“Please, please, please!” I begged.
The vines must have decided I had enough. They let go of my breasts and lowered down my body. The vines parted my lower lips, exposing my needy core to him completely.
“Fuck, you are gorgeous laid out for me, Lucy.”
“Please,” I begged. “Let me come.”
Simon shook his head, and his mouth latched onto my clit. His tongue swirled around the nub, and my body shook with the need to come.
“Don’t come,” he ordered. “Not until I say. This is your punishment.”
Well, shit in a litter box.
The vines wrapped around my nipples, pulling and tugging. I groaned, feeling the wave of pleasure. “Simon, please, I can’t anymore!”
Simon pulled away, and I whined for him to put his mouth back on me.
“I’m gonna take care of you, my queen.” Then, Simon thrust into me with tremendous force. My walls clenched around him as he filled me completely and I came around him.
He growled, his hand fisting my hair and pulling me to his mouth. His mouth explored me, devoured me.
His hooves dug into the floor as he moved, each thrust brought us closer to our release. I screamed out with pleasure, releasing a wave of sound that bounced off the cave walls and echoed around us. The vines swayed above us like excited dancers, enjoying the sensual display below them.
Simon growled low in his throat as he continued his relentless pace. Our bodies slapped together, creating a symphony of lust that only we could understand. My breath quickened and my voice rose in pitch until I was screaming his name like a war cry in the night.
“Fuck, you are so tight. Such a suitable mate.” My heart raced while I heard his hooves scrape against the floor. Another orgasm built up inside of me like a tidal wave about to crash upon the shore.
Simon’s face contorted in pleasure as he neared his own release. “Do you want this? Do you want me to fill you up with my come? Fill you with my kid?” He asked between ragged breaths.
“Yes!” My voice echoed off the cave walls one last time before I erupted into a powerful orgasm that shook my very being.
With a roar of triumph and possession, Simon thrust one final time before collapsing on top of me. Our bodies became one in that moment of shared ecstasy as we lay there panting and sweating beneath the watchful eyes of our leafy voyeur above us.
The vines slowly retracted back to where they came from, leaving nothing but our mingled scents behind as a wild reminder of what we had just done.
Simon’s breath was hot against my neck as he whispered, “I should punish you more often.” I couldn’t help but laugh, feeling the aftershocks of our passion still trembling through me.
He was still inside of me, and I didn’t think he was planning on pulling out anytime soon.
Not that I was complaining.
“We should do more of this role-playing. This was fun.” I wiggled myself against him. He groaned and pushed himself deeper.
“Is that what that was? You lied.” He pushed his nose deeper into my shoulder.
I hummed and rubbed my cheek against his chest. “I was playfully lying. It wasn’t real. But yes, role-playing, butt and tit slapping. I’m not sure if I enjoy edging, though. That wasn’t very fun.” I pouted.
Simon let out a bleat of amusement. “Is that what that was called? Yeah, I didn’t think you would, that is why it is called punishment.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and planted both hands on his face. “Okay, I’ll do it to you next time. See how you like it.”
Simon’s eyes widened. “No edging! I get it!”
“I’ll just make you come a lot. How about that?” I tilted my head and traced my finger along his lips.
Simon sucked my fingers into his mouth. “It will be a hardship I will have to get used to.”
I giggled and rubbed his nose with mine.
Suddenly, the vines brought over a basket. The basket contained food and snacks, but it also held a device that I knew Simon wouldn’t understand. Without jostling us, I pulled it out and held it in my hand.
“Oh, my gods.” I snorted and covered my mouth.
Simon’s jaw opened, and he stared in horror. “Is that a…? Why is it so pink?” His voice was high, and I pulled out the other device inside.
Straps.
Apparently, Calliope thought Simon would enjoy having his butt played with.
“Simon, so, uh, this is a ‘for his pleasure’ kind of toy.” I gave him a Calliope wink.
Simon gasped and shook his head violently. “No! That is the no, no hole.” One of his hands slapped behind him. “You will not put that anywhere.” He grabbed the pink monstrosity and threw it into the waterfall.