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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.

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