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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.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Lucy

Itwasstilldarkout when I felt a tug on my big toe. I groaned and pulled it back and slung it over Simon’s hip. He nuzzled deeper into my hair. A sudden cramp hit me in my stomach. I groaned, nestling myself further into the warmth of Simon’s embrace.

Oh, yes, let me soak up all of your warmth.

There was another tug at my ankle. I jerked my head up in surprise and stared up at the bright, blue-eyed Calliope with three French braids on one side of her head.

She was like a warrior Pinkie Pie from My Little Ponies.

“Wakey, wakey! Time to get up!” She whispered and put her finger to her lips to silence herself rather than me. “We’re late, let’s get going.”

Simon’s grip tightened, his lips latched onto my neck and suckled. I groaned and laid my head back onto the pillows, ignoring Calliope promptly.

What was that woman thinking, waking me up in the middle of the night?

I felt myself drifting back off to sleep when I felt something tickle my arm. I went to grab it and flick it away because I thought it was a stray leaf, but I pulled Calliope’s hair instead. She yelped, fell on my back and jostled me.

Simon grunted, his hands roaming hastily because I had moved. His mouth moved down my body and latched onto my naked breast.

Well, kitty tits.

“Calliope!” I hissed. “What the heck are you doing?”

Calliope stood up and brushed herself off. She put her hands on her hips and stared down at me like I was the one who caused the fuss. “Come on, you need to get out of here before Simon sees you. It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”

I stared at her like she’d lost her mind.

What was she talking about?

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