Page 69 of Simon

Thorn and Ellie chatted with Lucy. Her hunger for knowledge was evident. Ellie, being of the same species, understood Lucy and was helpful in explaining Thorn and her dynamic.

Thorn essentially kidnapped Ellie as well, and Lucy scratched her head in thought. This Wood was known for kidnapping, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it always remained that way.

Females needed to know when their males wanted them, and they would do anything to protect them.

The tiny green orc’s crying cut their conversation short. Thorn scooped up the child, held him in his giant arms, and stomped back to the cabin.

I wanted to have that—one day. I wanted a family of my own, a child, and a home. We would never be alone because we would have each other.

“We have a tent you both can use. I’m afraid we can’t invite you in,” Ellie said, brushing off her dress as she stood. “Orcs can’t have fun sleepovers.”

Lucy nodded and stood with her. I pulled her into my arms, happy to have her again. “I will find shelter, that is my duty as her male.”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “Simon, let’s take the tent. We don’t need to sleep in a tree again.”

I grumbled and nipped at her neck. Her knees buckled beneath me, and I held her up. “I will find shelter. I am your—”

Thorn huffed and threw a bundle across from the fire. “Take the tent. Otherwise, my Ellie will curse me the rest of the night, and I need to empty my sack.”

Lucy gasped, and I shouted out a bark of laughter. “I would like to do the same.”

“Oh my gods, Simon!” Lucy playfully slapped me on the shoulder.

Thorn shook his head. “Just unwrap it. It will have everything you need. It’s one of Osirus’ tents.”

Ah, I have spent time in many of Osirus’ tents. I knew with Lucy’s curious mind, she would find it most entertaining. Just this once, would I allow taking a tent from the orc so my mate can experience it.

She wanted to experience all things.

Perhaps more of my cock.

“Thank you for your kindness. I will repay you for all you have done for me.” I clenched my jaw at my idiocy of the past. My time getting to know my new body and how to survive out in the Wood was unfortunate, but I would repay all the orcs I had stolen from.

“Simon,” Ellie consoled. “You do not need to repay us. I can’t imagine how you felt being alone like that, in a new body and getting to know your new surroundings. I wish, as well as Calliope, that you would have asked for more.”

I turned my head away, my face filled with heat. I didn’t need pity. I was a male, and just like the orcs, I had some sense of pride.

Lucy wrapped her arm around mine. Instantly, my body calmed, but the embarrassment was still there. Lucy must think of me as a fool for stealing food.

Ellie, Thorn, and the orcling went inside their cabin. The fire was still lit, and in time, it would be nothing but warm embers. I untied the sack, ready to unleash a new moment for Lucy to experience. I have spent no time in the Cerulean Moon Kingdom, but I know the magic of the Golden Light was bright due to King Osirus.

Once I unrolled the tent, it unfurled with a satisfying rustle; the fabric billowed out and caught the light source’s fading light.It wasn’t abnormally large, but it provided enough space for Lucy to walk through without having to stoop. As I hammered the stakes into the ground, the metallic clang echoed, and my excitement grew. Lucy’s curiosity was piqued once the stakes were secure, as a soft glow from inside the tent seeped through the fabric, casting a warm and inviting light outside.

I stepped in front of her, bending at the hips and opened the flap to invite her in. I was ready to see the sense of wonderment on her face. “Come inside.”

Lucy tentatively stepped inside, and a gasp left her lips. My dick twitched from her innocent noise. I had heard once before when I had part of my cock inside her. I already wanted to do it again.

“This is, wow! It’s like out of a book.”

She gazed around the tent, taking in the mesmerizing sight of the ornate pillows and blankets arranged meticulously in the middle of the spacious interior. It smelled of the faint scent of musky wood, mingling with the earthy aroma of the furs that now adorned the walls. The furs of other creatures in the Wood replaced the absence of the tapestries that usually hung inside. It appeared that this was now a tent decorated for an orc instead of royalty, which usually these tents were made for.

Lucy strode in, her fingers touching every piece of fabric she could. The tulle that hung from the top of the tent, the silk pillows, even the furniture that was erected. One would not believe all this could come to be in just a small, bundled sack.

“How is this possible?” She let out a soft, melodic chuckle and gracefully lowered herself onto the plush bedding area. As I gazed at her, she appeared even more captivating; her beauty was overwhelming. It was a surreal moment, as if I couldn’t believe that she, in all her stunning glory, belonged to me.

“Magic,” I simply stated.

She let out a deep sigh, as her body sank into the soft cushions. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm, golden glow on her figure. As she leaned back, her arms supporting her, and her breast pushed out. My eyes were drawn to her, mesmerized by the way her breasts gently pushed against the clothing I had made for her. A nervous anticipation washed over me, causing my mouth to dry. I licked my lips.

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