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She didn’t fight me anymore when she looked over the side. Instead, her body went limp, and I caught her before she fell to the ground.

Chapter Nine

Lucy

"Mr.Tumnus,Ididn’tknow you had such a big dick.” I shook my head from where it rested comfortably in the blankets.

That was the wildest dream I’d ever had.

I dreamed I confessed about masturbating in my tent to the whole campsite. I rode on the back of a shifter, ended up meeting a sexy Mr. Tumnus and his giant penis, which was hanging out of his fanny pack. Not to mention the licking; lots of licking and then he carried me up a mountain.

I’m so glad it had all just been a dream.

I let out a shuddering breath, the sound escaping softly. I smacked my parched lips and could almost taste the dryness lingering on my tongue.

Immediately, my hand reached out, seeking the familiar coolness of my water bottle on the side table. But to my surprise, it wasn’t there. Instead, my fingertips brushed against something unexpected; a softness, like fur, gently curled beneath my touch. As I explored further, I could sense the strength beneath it.

Thick muscles.

Galileo, no! Please no. Let the gravity suck me down into the soil because I do not want to be here right now.

Lies. You wanted to get up close and personal with that faun sausage.

“Ucy?”

I still hadn’t opened my eyes yet. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to. I had hoped that this was still a dream.

“Ucy?”

But no, he said my name again. This meant he was not an animal at all; he had a brain and could understand me. He hadn’t touched my breast again after I told him not to. Even though he wanted to, he had restrained himself. Which meant he was capable of complicated thoughts, even restraining himself.

I let out another sigh, one of many I would let out I was sure, and opened my eyes. As soon as I did, the faun stared down at me.

“Ucy, o-kay?”

I let out a high-pitched squeak, my heart pounding, as I hastily scooted away from him.

With his hands supporting his weight, he leaned over me, his presence looming. He wasn’t on his knees, but he sat in an odd position. Do fauns have knees? Or was it technically an elbow? No, they were hocks. Similar to a horse's back leg.

“Ucy?”

“It’s Lucy,” I corrected. “Lucy. Can you pronounce the L?”

The faun’s cheeks turned a rosy hue as he reared his head back. I settled on the soft blanket, as I watched as his tongue gingerly emerge from his lips, probing the air. It dawned on me why he seemed to struggle. His textured tongue, which resembled that of a goat, stretched out.

If I had a tongue like that in my mouth, I would have trouble with placement, too.

“Here, watch,” I spoke to him gently. His face was still red as he flashed his long lashes at me and looked so ashamed. “It’s alright. You can understand me, can’t you?”

He nodded and wrung his hands together.

“Okay then, this isn’t so bad. Watch where I put my tongue when I make theLsound. We will have you saying my name in no time, okay?”

If I was friendly enough with him, maybe I could get him to take me back down the cliff. Saying my name could work, right?

“Okay, you ready? Watch.” I showed him where to place my tongue by pointing right at the roof of my mouth. “Then, let out the sound. Just like this.”

As I made the sound, he watched intently, coming far too close and showing he had no boundaries at all. He leaned closer to my mouth as he looked inside. My body felt the heat of his when he placed both his hands on my thighs, leaning on me to get a better look. I held the sound for longer until he backed away, and I could catch my breath.

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