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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 clothesall 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. “Iam going nowhere;weare 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.”

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