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It made sense, but didn’t I want to find out for sure? Simon said when he got back, he was going to bite me everywhere, and I believed he would. The bite on my boob was something else. When he hit the right spot, what would I feel then?

Was it an experiment I was willing to try? My body immediately said yes.

Kiah, who was playing on the floor, grunted and stared up at me. His beady, little yellow eyes were judging me. I just knew it.

He couldn’t read my dirty thoughts, could he?

“I need to speak to Starla,” I muttered.

Ellie shook her head. “Sorry, there just isn’t a way to contact her, and she only specializes in orc matings, since they are so different.”

I tilted my head and stared at her in question.

“She’s part of a witch collective that helps orcs to get their mate because they are obviously not the traditional soul to become mated with.”

I pointed to Simon, rather than his dick, which was sticking up under the sheet. “What about that? How is that traditional?”

“All guys get hard-ons,” Ellie scoffed. “If Starla hasn’t seen you yet, it’s because she thinks you have it under control or you are smart enough to figure it out for yourself. I mean, it took me a few times because I was pretty broken after my relationship before Thorn happened.” Ellie picked up Kiah and held him to her chest. “That all changed rather quickly once I believed Thorn would never leave me.”

“Because of the bond?” I asked.

Ellie smiled. “The bond helped, but I fell for him because I wanted to. I still have a choice in the matter. I wish I fell for him sooner and let go of all my doubts and past issues, but I am happy with the outcome.”

I understood exactly what she said. Ellie had a whole month before she bonded to Thorn, yet here I was after a week and ready to do it myself.

I was not completely hopeless, I guess.

Ellie departed, leaving me with a sleeping Simon. I didn’t know the effects the poison would have on him, but before Ellie left, she said she used to be very conscious when it appeared she was sleeping. Simon could be wide awake at this moment, and I wouldn’t know.

I cleaned him up the best I could with what I had, using the clean water and rags that I would refill from the buckets in the room. I carefully washed him from head to toe, trying to be as gentle as possible. Despite his condition, he looked peaceful in his sleep, and I didn’t want to disrupt that. The water felt warm against my skin, and I couldn’t help but think how strange it was that I was taking care of a faun in this manner.

As I cleaned him, I noticed a subtle change in his breathing. It seemed to deepen and slow down, as if he were responding to mytouch. It made me smile knowing that even in this state, he was still aware where I was.

This faun was nuts.

As I got closer to his groin, I lifted the sheet off of it and stared at it. I mean, who wouldn’t stare at it? It was a thick thing of beauty.

Can a dick be pretty?

It was the only one I had ever wanted.

I washed around him, wiping away the dirt and grime. Once satisfied, I went to replace the sheet but saw his dick twitch. Not once, but several times.

I gazed back at his sleeping face. No signs of distress. He looked sound asleep.

Except his dick was wide awake. All big, throbbing and with precum leaking out of it.

Poor thing must be hurting.

I licked my lips and made sure the tent flap was shut. I kneeled between his spread legs and lowered my head to it.

I wasn’t considering doing what I was thinking, right?

Hoe Lucy was back.

What if he was in pain, having his dick sitting upright and hard for so long? On Earth, they said that if your erection lasted more than four hours, you should go to the hospital. That’s at least what I heard dad talking to some other man about.

And… blue balls? Was that a thing?

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