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I shook my hand to take away the sting, and I let out a bleat of annoyance.

She laughed and covered her mouth with her hand.

I stomped my hoof and blew my tongue at her.

How can she be laughing at me?I was not funny.

She cannot hit my hand away from her. I may touch her.

She is mine.

She laughed again and watched me curiously. My ears twitched back and forth, and she smiled. “You have no boundaries, do you?”

Boundaries?I remember Calliope was told she had none. What was wrong with not having boundaries?

I stepped forward again, this time not touching her, since she didn’t want to be touched… for now. I gazed up and down herarms, and she wrapped them around her body. She was hiding from me, hiding her teats. I didn’t like it.

I huffed out through my nose and saw the scrapes on her skin. My tongue pressed forward, and I licked them again to clean her wounds.

She squealed and jumped away. “What, what are you doing? You can’t just go about licking people!”

I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the tree. She didn’t fight me when I pinned her back there. Instead, her breath hitched when she stared at my hand as it touched her skin. There was a heat in our contact, which had entranced us both, that I could not deny.

She felt it too, I knew she did. Otherwise, she would have run away by now.

I extended my tongue and gently caressed her scrapes, eliciting a soft moan that escaped her throat. Looking up, I could see her captivating gaze as my body drew nearer, pressing her against the sturdy tree.

The flavor was exquisite. As I meticulously cleaned her, I closed my eyes, relishing the blend of her taste with the faint scent of blood. My breath quickened, and I pressed against her chest, attuned to her beating heart.

“I’m going to hell,” she muttered. Her head leaned against the tree, and her musk blossomed below the waist.

I whimpered, and my hands landed on her hips to restrain myself from going any lower. I could not rut her here. I was not an animal anymore; I could not do what the animals did.

Yet, I licked her to tend to her wounds.

The orcs did that—maybe I was not terrible.

I licked up her arm to catch a large scratch. She gasped, and my hands traveled higher so she didn’t struggle. To my surprise, she didn’t, maybe because I kept my hands away from herbreasts.

The dress she was wearing, similar to my companion in style, was dark, but it was still revealing around her shoulder. My mouth watered when I looked at the curve of her shoulder and neck. My teeth tingled with eagerness to sink them into her flesh.

“Oh... oh, dear!” She pushed for me to back away.

I listened and stepped back slightly. My eyes gazed into hers, but she wasn’t looking into mine. Instead, she stared down my body.

I knew my upper half could be more appealing if I did not have as much hair, but my lower could ruin it all. Lucy had said nothing, but her mouth was opening and closing while her body was trying to back away but could not go any further back into the tree.

What was she… oh.

My cock was hanging out of its pouch, dripping, and my mate was speechless.

I stood up straighter, proud that I could render her so. This goddess that everyone talks about has blessed me. She gave me a girthy shaft. I will please my mate when the time comes to claim her.

“Can you put that thing away?” she squeaked and looked away. “It’s just hanging out of your fanny pack. Where does that thing go?”

I stared down at it. It was too large to stick it back inside. The only way for it to go down was to take care of it or—

An enormous roar came from the distance, and a faint smell of ogre came from the wind where the Wood had brought it to me.

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