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Yes, the place had a door now, complete with wooden hinges. I didn’t know if Simon was conjuring something in his head to create a home for us or the forest was doing it on its own, but I would not ask questions.

It was nice not asking questions and just letting things be. I was calm and just accepting of my fate.

The only question I had was why Poseidon took all the fauns. Fauns that appeared to be on Earth because the foliage around them was definitely from Earth. That was how humans cameup with the stories of fauns, because they had, in fact, been on Earth.

Also, the minotaurs, centaurs… all of those creatures, had Poseidon taken them, too? Because humans were after them all?

I gritted my teeth at the thought. Humans could be terrible beings.

I picked up the basket just outside the door. Everything was brought to us. Even water. Giant leaves wrapped and fused together, corked with… I don’t even want to know what with.

A thick mushroom?

Don’t question it, Lucy.

I brought it closer to the bed. In it were fruit and vegetables, including Simon’s favorite roots, all recently washed. Leaves for hygiene to brush one’s teeth and other assortments of good-smelling flowers for our home. While I loved the fresh food, I was really hungry for some meat.

And not just Simon’s sausage.

I gently brushed my fingers across Simon’s soft, warm cheek, feeling the smoothness beneath my touch. “Hey, let’s get you to eat something. You feeling any better?” I kneeled down and peppered kisses along his jawline. He smiled and buried himself further into the clouds.

Simon wrapped his arms around my waist, and his face went between my legs.

“I know what I want to eat,” he growled playfully.

I begrudgingly tried to push him away. “No, no! Simon, we cannot right now!” I grabbed him by the horns, but he pushed me down anyway. While I felt I had more strength in me, better to match his, I gave up quickly, submitting to him as I felt his tongue part my folds.

“Simon,” I breathed. “We can’t stay in this nest forever.”

Simon hummed and pressed kisses to the top of my mound. He went higher, kissing my stomach until he reached mybreasts. “I do not see why not. No one is in charge here to tell me what to do.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Really? Do I need to put you in your place, then?”

Simon put both his hands beside my head. His eyes glanced over my petite new horns. His eyes twinkled when he saw them. While I didn’t have the lower half that matched, I saw how much my new horns pleased him. I liked them, too, I especially liked it when he used them to push my mouth further onto his dick.

I shivered, remembering how he gripped my hair tightly when I slightly gagged.

Simon lowered his head, ready to place a kiss on my lips, when there was a knock on the door. Both of us made a face of confusion, as though asking ourselves if there really was a knock.

We had lost track of how many days we had spent here, only going out to bathe and relieve ourselves, but we expected no one to come here. Especially since we had just mated.

Whoever was at the door, knocked again, and Simon snarled. I felt a fresh wave of his scent descend on me. My body heated, feeling the heat of his over me. His scent would turn me on in an instant, but any sort of jealousy and he would scent me as well, making me crave him and only him.

“Don’t do that,” I slapped his chest. “We are going to stink up the room!” I hissed.

More than it already was?

Simon huffed. “Stay here, bury yourself into the nest. I’ll tell them to leave.”

“Can you smell who it is?” I asked and shuffled around to find my ripped clothes somewhere in our bungalow. The branches rearranged above me. I braced myself for a limb to fall, but a vine brought down a white dress. I pulled it from the vine and inspected it. The fabric was soft, thick but still breathable. It reminded me of the nest that we sleep in.

The vine hovered in front of me as if waiting for me to say something. “Ah, thank you?” I told it and petted the vine on top like it was a dog. It shaped itself into a heart and rolled back up into the top of the thick branches that covered the top of our tree house for a roof.

Weird.

I put the dress on, and Simon turned around with his hand on the door. “Why are you dressed? Take it off!”

I opened my mouth and threw out my hands. “Just because I have horns,” I pointed to my head, “doesn’t mean I get to go naked. I got nothing to cover my boobs and my lady parts!”

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