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He let out a bleat when I tickled him under his chin, but he narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

“No one? What about a mom? Dad? Sibling?”

He shook his head again.

“No wonder you don’t have any manners or social boundaries.” I crossed my arms and tapped my lip.

He jerked his head toward me and let out a bleat.

Okay, he had an extensive vocabulary if he could understand that. So, where did he learn it?

“It’s alright; I’m not blaming you. It upset me in the beginning. All the touching, you just need to ask permission first. It isn’t right to put your hands on someone without their consent. Do you understand?” I wagged my finger at him.

The faun nodded and reached out his hand. “Lucy tou-ch.” His teeth whistled, and I smiled.

“Where are you going to touch?” I eyed him up and down.

The faun leaned forward and pointed at my arm. I held it up to him to give him my consent, and he took it. He gently pulled me to stand and led me over to a table that had an assortment of jars. None of them looked familiar to me. They could hold medicine or food.

He took his finger and dipped his claw inside a glass purple one, then put it over one scratch. The rest already looked healed; only small, red marks remained.

Could his spit already be healing my wounds?

He smeared a small amount on the wound, which was deeper than all the others, and a cool sensation came over the scratch. The faun concentrated solely on my arm, and that was when I could really look at his face.

He was an animal in his looks and movements, but he had human-like qualities. And my body was reacting to him more than any male that I had come into contact with.

He was handsome, even beautiful. I liked the warmth of his hand holding my arm, and how tender he was. It was innocent,and for once, I felt completely at ease being with someone other than my father.

Of course, I didn’t like him like he was my father; I liked him a different way. More. That scared me the most.

And that little voice in the back of my head that wouldn’t mind if hewasrough with me one day.

We would call her Lucy the Hoe.

As I watched him blow on the wound, careful to ensure it was dry, I realized that our earlier encounter was all a misunderstanding.

He didn’t grab my breast because he wanted me. He was just curious. He didn’t know what he wanted. His penis, which sprung free earlier, was just his body reacting. He probably didn’t even know what to do with it.

So, stop getting your panties in a twist, Whore Lucy. He’s a sweet, innocent little faun who just needs some guidance.

And that was exactly what we were going to do. We were going to get patched up, get him to talk, and he would then lead me back to camp.

Easy peasy.

Chapter Ten

Simon

Irubbedtherestofthe cream onto her arm, which would take away any left-over pain she might have. I had hoped to lick more of her soft skin, but this whole ‘asking for permission to touch her’ is what she wanted. I could not lick her. If touching her breasts were not proper, then using a cream instead of a tongue would be better.

I didn’t like it!

For now, I would do as she asked. She does not know me, and shewasnew to all things in this world.

I knew Bergarian wasn’t the only realm, and there was another that did not hold many creatures like shifters and orcs. It was mostly humans who knew nothing about them.

If those humans wanted to live in ignorance, then that was on them. My female was smart. She came to this realm and was not afraid. She was not even afraid of me, and let me far closer than I ever thought she would.

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