Page 54 of Simon

I felt her slit contract against me. I wanted to sink into her. I was ready. I was still hard, ready to slip inside. I whimpered against her neck when she leaned forward, her whole body rested against mine.

My fingers dug into her skin while I held her on top of me. I wanted her scent surrounding me, to enjoy and relish in the moment.

The horrible thought of the ogre coming back because of her scent snapped me out of my senses.

“I must clean you.”

I wished it was with my tongue, but time was crucial.

“Quickly, my mate, we must.”

My mate groaned, her head leaning on my shoulder. I pushed up from the ground, using the strength of my legs to take her to the stream. I stumbled but kept her in my arms as we hit the stream. I took her waist deep, and luckily, the water was warm during the afternoon with the light sources beaming on it.

I dunked us to our necks. She gasped and wrapped her arms around me, her head lulling to the side.

“Wooo, everything is spinning,” she giggled.

I raised an eyebrow and helped her wash her hands.

She must be happy with what we had done. I knew I was. We were much closer to mating, and I could not wait to complete our bond.

I continued to pour water on her skin, rubbing her breasts, neck and face. She moaned, pushing her breasts into me. I bit my cheek. I must wash her. I could not let the ogre come back.

“Simon,” she swayed. “We should do more.”

My ears perked up, and I stared at her.

More?

“I can go again. What about you? Do fauns have refractory periods?” She fluttered her lashes.

I tilted my head to the side. “What is a re-fractory period?”

She giggled again and reached into my pouch. I let out a bleat, stumbling back into the stream when she gripped my shaft.

“Simon, what a big dick you have!”

“Dick?”

“Yeah, your cock, your faun sausage, that big hunk of meat.” She rubbed her hand up my shaft. “Ahh, no refractory period. I bet you could go several times.” She squeezed her hand around my shaft, and I let out a long moan. “We are going to have so much fun, my little faun.”

I felt my cheeks burn up. This was not my Lucy. Where was my Lucy? She would never grab my shaft like this.It isn’t proper,she would say.

Was it the roots? Did she taste too much?

I cleared my throat and pulled her hand away from my shaft.

“Yeah, we shouldn’t do it in the water, should we? I need to see all of it.”

My ears twirled, and I looked away.

I pulled her around my waist, and she squealed. “My clothes are all wet. Are you going to take them off of me now?” She tried to wink, but both of her eyes closed.

Is this a mating ritual for humans?

I hit the beach and set her down, then shook the water off.

“You look just like a little goat when you do that!” she said happily, but it made me stand up straight.

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