Page 110 of Simon

Lucy released her grip around my neck and slid down my back. She jumped in front of my path and made me stop. “You think she would hold a grudge for not seeing her?”

“I haven’t seen her in so long. Even less since I found you. You conquered my thoughts, heart, and body.” I wiggled my eyebrows and pulled her toward me. “She did the same with her mate when he came into her life, but—”

“Simon,” Lucy whispered and used her fingers to tickle under my chin. “I know little about her, but she kept you safe, was your best friend, and wondered where you were, as Sugha said.” She lifted a brow and tilted her head toward me. “Yes, I saw that memory where he told you that.”

My face heated.

“She will be very understanding, if not excited.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. Calliope was a kind soul, but I could not help but be nervous. What will she say when she realizes I can speak?

Lucy pulled me along as the Wood opened up a path for us. She swung our hands together as if she had no care in the world.

I brushed off all the worry and watched my mate in the new clothing I prepared for her for this journey. The short skirt and the top showcased her stomach and back. Yes, everything would be fine, everything would work out.

As we arrived at the cabin of Calliope and Valpar, the scene was serene. The orc had beads of sweat glistening on his forehead and was diligently tending to his horse. The rhythmic sound of my hooves stepped on the dead foliage.

The sharp scent of hay and leather wafted towards us, mingling with the earthy smell of the surrounding woods.Meanwhile, Calliope lay sprawled on a soft blanket, soaking up the light sources’ light.

“I cannot do this.” I gripped my mate and pulled her back into the Wood. The leaves and trees covered us, and the yellowcress masked our scent. Even with my scent covering her, I would not allow her to be smelled by any ogre. Somehow, the Wood knew that too because the thick woodsy scent covered us more.

“Simon, come on. She’s so adorable. I love her hair, it’s so pink and bright. Do they have salons around here? Or is it natural?”

Lucy poked her head out of the leaves to get a better look, but I pushed her head down to keep her out of sight.

“If I recall, it’s from a fruit she ate. Now, would you stay down and let me just—calm myself before we announce ourselves?”

Lucy snickered, and I felt her hand go into my pouch.

“You want me to calm you down?”

Goddess above!

“Mate, what are you doing?”

“Giving you the post-nut calmness you need. Now, be a good little faun and try to keep quiet.”

Her small hand wrapped around my semi-hard shaft.

“Always ready for me, aren’t you?” She stuck out her tongue and dipped it into the slit. She hummed quietly as she worked it around the tip. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on calming my racing heart, but Lucy’s playful antics made it impossible to concentrate.

“Lucy, we can’t do this here,” I hissed through clenched teeth, trying to push her head away. But she was relentless, her fingers finding their way deeper inside my pouch, holding and stroking my sack.

“Just a little fun before we face Calliope and Valpar,” Lucy whispered mischievously, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

I knew I should stop her, but a part of me yearned to give in to the pleasure she was offering.

She grabbed my hand and put it on her horns. “Use me, mate.”

I whimpered. I loved it when she called me Mate. It made it more real, made me fucking feral.

I also liked the wordfuck, too.

As I thrust forcefully into her mouth, the sound of our heavy breathing filled the air. I observed her eyes welling with tears, glistening as they streamed down her face. The intense sensation of my cock sliding deeper into her mouth heightened my pleasure.

“You wanted this,” I whispered.

I observed her delicate movements as she gracefully lifted her skirt, revealing a glimpse of her soft, velvety skin. The sound of a gentle rustle filled my ears as she slid her fingers in between her pink folds. The scent of her arousal perfumed around us.