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He wasn’t gonna fit.

But he could try if he wanted… Hoe Lucy would not complain. I was soaked. I was pretty sure the ogre would find us soon with all the scents, but that was future Lucy’s problem.

I wanted—no, needed—him to be inside me.

The red, angry head parted my folds and entered, but as he pushed forward, the girth below the head expanded.

Too much, too thick.

My fingers dug into his biceps. “I can’t, no more.”

Panic set in. I was a freaking virgin. No dildo had his girth. There was just no way this was going to happen. “I can’t, I can’t.” I shook my head, but still my legs wrapped around his waist, wanting to invite him in.

His free hand stroked my forehead. “Shh, just the tip.”

Famous. Last. Words.

Simon pushed and pulled the head of his cock in and out of my pussy. My clit pulsed, feeling the brush of the thick head. With my clit already swollen and over-stimulated, I crashed around him. He picked up the pace and used his hand to rub the lower half of his cock.

Simon’s forehead met mine, and with a guttural snarl, he pulled his cock from me and I felt thick ropes of his come fall on my stomach.

He rubbed his nose against mine. His lips grazed my cheek and lips, and he said, “We will make it fit. This I promise you.” All while he smeared his come around my stomach.

At least he kept his word - just the tip.

Chapter Twenty-One

Simon

Sheknowsmysecret.

My mate took it better than I had hoped. I expected her to be disgusted and reject me. Seducing her and bringing her pleasure would be my weapon when I needed to tell her something important.

She was more compliant and more understanding when she knew I could make her feel good.

Despite not knowing how to pleasure a female in the beginning, she had made it easy with the sounds she made. Iliked how she directed my horns where she wanted me. I needed direction in the beginning, but I knew her body now.

We walked silently through the Wood, and I could feel its subtle power around me, buzzing for me to reach out and touch her. I wanted to be closer, and I knew she wanted me too, but she was holding herself back. Like my touch would eventually break her.

That was what I was hoping.

My mate wouldn’t let me hold her in my arms and carry her. She wanted to wander while we walked and take in the sights of the forest.

I think she was worried about our earlier interaction. My shaft is quite large, and she is small. That was a minor thing to overcome. I had seen an orc’s, and if they could place their cocks inside their mates, then I was sure I could bury myself in Lucy.

Right now, I worried for her feet. They were not tough like my hooves. Her feet were soft, and with the twigs, branches and leaves, she could hurt easily.

Humans were fragile.

I watched my mate intently while she wrote in her book. Knowing she used something I gave her brought me pride. I provided for her. I took care of her and made her happy.

Technically, it was Calliope’s, but she gave it to me one day, hoping that I would try to write.

My fingers were not that good yet. I could thread knots, tie ropes but doing something as intricate as writing, that was far beyond what I needed to learn while living in the Wood.

My mate stepped on a piece of soft, velvety purple moss, its vibrant color contrasting against the earthy tones of the surrounding lands. The mosses spread across the lands, even finding their way into the depths of the Wood.

As my mate gingerly placed her weight on it, a gentle crunch resonated beneath her foot, accompanied by a burst of tinylights. Intrigued by the enchanting display, she knelt down, pressing her palm onto the moss. More of the tiny stars erupted from its surface, shooting upwards towards her face, filling her eyes with wonder and causing them to widen in awe.

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