Page 63 of Simon

Her pencil moved frantically in the notebook while I stopped and checked our surroundings. After making my mate’s arousal bloom so much, I had to take the yellowcress and sprinkle it over the both of us.

Even with the root, I could smell myself on her skin where I rubbed my seed onto her belly.

When she knelt and took a closer inspection of the moss, she lifted her backside into the air. My shaft stiffened in my pouch, and I cursed myself and looked away. There was something about her being on her knees, her ass in the air. It was my animalistic side, wanting to take over and rut her from behind.

My cock did not fit.

She was my mate. It was supposed to fit inside her. Why would her body not accept me? Was I too large?

I grunted in disappointment, and Lucy stood to brush off the clothing I’d made for her. The book already had pages and pages filled since I had given it to her.

She smiled, put her notebook under her arm, and reached for me. Her giddiness made me smile when she gripped my hand.

I stared at the fingers she just intertwined with mine. Lucy nodded her head in the direction we were going. “Come on.”

My heart fluttered, and my ears waved back and forth. I could hold her hand while we walked. It was better than before, feeling so far apart, but now?

Lucy swung our hands back and forth. “Have you never held hands?”

My thumb grazed over her knuckles. “No, never. You are the first.”

She beamed at me. “My father was the first to hold mine, but he doesn’t count because he was my father. I guess you would be my first, too.”

I would be her first for everything, that was for sure. First to stick my fingers inside her and soon, my shaft. I knew her taste when no one else did. I knew she was mine in every way.

But why did I not fit inside her?

I hoped this witch could help because I was lost. I didn’t have all the answers and now, new questions had risen.

Lucy said I was a faun, to begin with, not a goat. I didn’t see how that was possible. I only remembered being a lowly animal. Yet, I differed from anyone in the herds that I had lived in.

I didn’t find desire in mating; I did not rut. I didn’t know how many times farmers tried to catch me and dispose of me because I was not doing my duty. I had no desire for those females.

Could I have always been a faun? What happened to me to become all animal?

Lucy squeezed my hand and tugged on it. “Hey you, watcha thinking? I asked you a question?”

My eyebrows raised, and I cleared my throat. “Just about where I came from. If Iwasa faun.”

Lucy nodded. “I’ve been thinking that, too. I really believe you were a faun, before. It makes sense.”

I tilted my head to the side.

“You speak well, Simon. Like you have done it before. You have learned quickly how to use your hands and walk on two legs. That isn’t an easy feat.”

“The bond—”

Lucy stopped and stood in front of me. “No, no bond. You have done these things before me, Simon. You’re smart, and walking and talking, they’re like riding a bicycle. Once you start doing it again, it comes naturally.”

I did not know what a bicycle was, but it didn’t matter. I huffed and pulled her closer to me. I wanted her touch, her body close to me.

“With how long everyone in Bergarian lives; technically living immortally until fatally wounded, I think you are old.”

I scoffed. “I am not old. I feel young.”

It was Lucy’s turn to roll her eyes. “All the orcs are old, King Kane is old, yet they look no older than thirty. Every creature here is ageless, besides the humans.”

“The elder orcs have aged,” I countered.

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