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“I’m gonna take care of you, my queen.” Then, Simon thrust into me with tremendous force. My walls clenched around him as he filled me completely and I came around him.

He growled, his hand fisting my hair and pulling me to his mouth. His mouth explored me, devoured me.

His hooves dug into the floor as he moved, each thrust brought us closer to our release. I screamed out with pleasure, releasing a wave of sound that bounced off the cave walls and echoed around us. The vines swayed above us like excited dancers, enjoying the sensual display below them.

Simon growled low in his throat as he continued his relentless pace. Our bodies slapped together, creating a symphony of lust that only we could understand. My breath quickened and my voice rose in pitch until I was screaming his name like a war cry in the night.

“Fuck, you are so tight. Such a suitable mate.” My heart raced while I heard his hooves scrape against the floor. Another orgasm built up inside of me like a tidal wave about to crash upon the shore.

Simon’s face contorted in pleasure as he neared his own release. “Do you want this? Do you want me to fill you up with my come? Fill you with my kid?” He asked between ragged breaths.

“Yes!” My voice echoed off the cave walls one last time before I erupted into a powerful orgasm that shook my very being.

With a roar of triumph and possession, Simon thrust one final time before collapsing on top of me. Our bodies became one in that moment of shared ecstasy as we lay there panting and sweating beneath the watchful eyes of our leafy voyeur above us.

The vines slowly retracted back to where they came from, leaving nothing but our mingled scents behind as a wild reminder of what we had just done.

Simon’s breath was hot against my neck as he whispered, “I should punish you more often.” I couldn’t help but laugh, feeling the aftershocks of our passion still trembling through me.

He was still inside of me, and I didn’t think he was planning on pulling out anytime soon.

Not that I was complaining.

“We should do more of this role-playing. This was fun.” I wiggled myself against him. He groaned and pushed himself deeper.

“Is that what that was? You lied.” He pushed his nose deeper into my shoulder.

I hummed and rubbed my cheek against his chest. “I was playfully lying. It wasn’t real. But yes, role-playing, butt and tit slapping. I’m not sure if I enjoy edging, though. That wasn’t very fun.” I pouted.

Simon let out a bleat of amusement. “Is that what that was called? Yeah, I didn’t think you would, that is why it is called punishment.”

I narrowed my eyes at him and planted both hands on his face. “Okay, I’ll do it to you next time. See how you like it.”

Simon’s eyes widened. “No edging! I get it!”

“I’ll just make you come a lot. How about that?” I tilted my head and traced my finger along his lips.

Simon sucked my fingers into his mouth. “It will be a hardship I will have to get used to.”

I giggled and rubbed his nose with mine.

Suddenly, the vines brought over a basket. The basket contained food and snacks, but it also held a device that I knew Simon wouldn’t understand. Without jostling us, I pulled it out and held it in my hand.

“Oh, my gods.” I snorted and covered my mouth.

Simon’s jaw opened, and he stared in horror. “Is that a…? Why is it so pink?” His voice was high, and I pulled out the other device inside.

Straps.

Apparently, Calliope thought Simon would enjoy having his butt played with.

“Simon, so, uh, this is a ‘for his pleasure’ kind of toy.” I gave him a Calliope wink.

Simon gasped and shook his head violently. “No! That is the no, no hole.” One of his hands slapped behind him. “You will not put that anywhere.” He grabbed the pink monstrosity and threw it into the waterfall.

Epilogue

Many,manyyearslater.

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