Page 14 of Simon

Why, when I was deathly afraid of men in general?

But this was a creature, not just a man; it had to be a creature, I decided.

My heart pounded in my ears like a thunderstorm, as the other hand stealthily ventured down my stomach. His mouth remained locked on my breast. The vibrations of his low hum tingled across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. With a sudden surge of desire, my hands swiftly reached behind his head, entwining themselves in his soft, luscious curls. I tenderly caressed his head, pulling him closer to me. His lower body, enveloped in furred garments, brushed against mine, igniting a greater fire within me. And then, in an electrifying moment, I could feel the weighty, elongated, moist shaft pressing against my leg, intensifying the longing between us.

Catnip almighty! I was a cat in heat.

My leg moved and rubbed against that thickened shaft, as my hands reached higher on his head, and then I knew something was really different. He had horns on top of his head, but before I had time to react, a finger slid into my body.

I gasped, my body experiencing something completely new. I knew what a dildo was; I knew what it was like to put something in my body, but not something warm, hot and, damnit, he was curling his finger in places I didn’t even know existed.

Warm lips descended upon mine, hesitant at first, but so was I. They were slightly furred, and I relished how soft they were. I moaned into the kiss, as his tongue swept into my mouth, and my body melted in the moment.

My leg lifted, giving them better access for his finger, which now became two. It was a stretch, but who was I to care when I was feeling this horny for the first time since… ever?

His fingers thrust into me harder, with my body following him. I gasped and moaned, and his tiny growls grew louder.

It wasn’t until I felt my body had reached its point and I tumbled over the peak, that I fell apart in his arms, completely spent with the best orgasm of my damn life.

I opened my eyes to see the intruder who had invaded my tent and given me the most mind-blowing orgasm, but I was alone. It was just a dream! I had pleasured myself, with my fingers buried into my own pussy and my other hand on top of my nipple, still pinching it.

Well, that was embarrassing.

I slapped my face with the nipple-pinching hand. I hope no one heard me moan, or coming for that matter.

I pulled my fingers from between my legs and found the evidence of my orgasm coating my fingers. I was wet, soaking actually, and it made me realize I was, in fact, not broken. I just wished I could find someone I was actually attracted to, so I could do this more often.

Who was that in my dreams, though? I wish I had opened my eyes to see his face, but it felt so real I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t want to think that once I opened them, they would disappear, or I would freak out.

Of course, it was a dream. No one in their right mind would come into the tent of a sleeping woman and stare down at them.

I scoffed and went to the water basin to wash my hands. It was just absolutely absurd.

After getting dressed and making sure I had cleaned up enough to leave the tent, I grabbed my notebook and stepped outside. The fire was already set for breakfast, and Sugha and Durz were already smoking a boar.

The shifters had gathered wood to put into the fire, and when I approached, they all stopped, the wood they carried dropping to the ground as they spun in my direction.

I stiffened and balled my hand into fists. Crap, did I still smell of my earlier activities?

Dutton sniffed the air, and Elmira gave me a wary glance. “Lucy?” She tilted her head as she approached.

My face turned bright pink, and I shook my head. “Please don’t tell me you can smell it. I think I just might die!” I buried my face into my hands and backed away.

Elmira held out her hand, and I jerked away.

“No! Don’t touch me! Ugh! I can’t believe that you can still smell that after I washed it off! I can’t even practice self-care around here. I didn’t know shifters and orcs could smell arousal even after you washed it off. I swear I only came once!”

Elmira’s eyes widened, and she looked back at the rest of the group.

“You think we can smell your arousal?” she whispered.

I blinked several times and stared back at everyone. “Yes? Why else is everyone looking at me like that?”

White on rice, are you kidding me right now? Did I just tell everyone I masturbated when I didn’t have to?

“I’ll have you know, masturbating is very normal. I shouldn’t feel any shame about it. But, I am feeling uncomfortable talking about it, with people who do not find the scientific ways interesting and just want to poke fun and stare at me.”

The group just stared back.

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