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Was I feeling better? I didn’t know how to answer that. I felt like my body needed to be stuffed with your cock, Mister Faun, sir. Yet, I couldn’t tell you that because I didn’t want to seem like a crazy woman.

Did it really matter? It was Simon, and I felt safe talking to him, which was all against my better judgment. He was a red flag. A red flag that I liked.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m not… giddy like I was earlier, thank the gods.” But then I remembered. “Wait, who is Calliope?” I blurted.

I didn’t forget my actions earlier. They all came running back to me, and I slapped my hand over my mouth. I showed my breasts to Sugha.

He’d seen my boobs!

Simon groaned, and he rolled his head back. “I feared you would want to know her.”

And just like that, I forgot about flashing the goods. I scoffed. Of course, I would want to know who Calliope was.

“Are you sure you are alright? You acted strange earlier.” He settled me on his lap, and I didn’t fight sitting there with him. I wanted to be close, but then I realized something was very, very different.

I wasn’t in my dress. Instead, I wore a bikini top that wrapped around my neck and back. My lower half was a short skirt, all made from a soft leather hide. Not only was I clothed, but now Simon had a cloth wrapped around his waist.

Great! Now we were Tarzan and Jane.

“Do I even want to ask about the clothes?” I pulled at the top. I wasn’t even mad. He’d seen me naked. I ground against his dick; I mean, what else had this male not seen?

Mybutthole, but I’m not gonna think about that.

Simon pulled me impossibly closer. “Your clothes were soiled. I made this for you, do you like it?” He leaned closer, assessing my face.

I blinked several times, and I pinched the fabric between my thumb and index finger. He did a great job. It was thick enough so no one would see when I was, ahem, cold. Albeit risqué from what I would normally wear, but this was the Monktona Wood.

“Yes, it fits nicely.” That’s it, Lucy, immerse yourself in his culture. Go with the flow. “Now, who is Calliope?”

I was not a jealous person. The only time I got jealous was when people were in relationships, and I had wished I had such a connection with someone. I had it right now—until he found his mate. He was also allowed to have relationships with other people.

Simon shuffled me in his lap, his mouth twisting. He grunted a few times until I put both hands on his shoulders. “If you have had relations with another woman, I need to know. I’m not mad.”

Because, diseases! I’d rubbed my vagina all over this faun’s log.

“Relations?” He questioned.

“Sex stuff. Things we did earlier, but more.” My eyes widened to give him emphasis.

His face turned a bright red, and he looked away. “You are the first I have touched.”

I relaxed and took a deep breath to calm myself. “Good, that’s good.”

Simon’s head snapped up and snarled. “Has another male touched you? I will kill them.”

Oh, cute, fluffy Simon had a mean face.

Crap, a tear just ran down my leg.

I shook my head violently. “No, no, not in any way!” I waved my hands in front of him. “I have never had these feelings before, these wants. You make me want to… uhm.”

Simon’s nose flared again, and his hand slipped up under the cloth skirt. When I rubbed my legs together, I realized I wasn’t wearing underwear.

Great, gonna be chafing something fierce if I’m damp all the time.

“You want me now?” He purred against my neck, his warm lips tickled against the back of my ear. “Because we can take a break from our journey, and I can sate you.”

Where did he learn to talk like this? In fact, as the days went on with me by his side, the easier it had become for him to communicate.

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