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But we weren’t on Earth, Lucy. We were in a magical realm. Surely you can leave his dick alone for one second for him to get better.

Then, it twitched again.

Impulsive thoughts won this round.

I grabbed the base of his cock, not thinking of the consequences. I hadn’t had time to ask for consent to touch himwhile sleeping, but I felt that since he had seen me naked asleep and actually freaking undressed me, this would be fine.

Yeah, I’m gonna go with that.

I was just trying to help him out; this was for him, not me.

I swirled my tongue around the cock’s head, and Simon’s breathing picked up.

It wasn’t long before I felt his body tense, the rhythm of his breath hitching as I continued my ministrations. His cock twitched again, and I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of it.

“Simon,” I whispered, unsure if he was conscious or still asleep. “Are you awake?”

A low groan was his only response, but it was enough to let me know he was aware of what was happening. My heart raced with a mix of excitement.

This was so—naughty.

My jaw could only open so wide, but I felt the muscles in my mouth relax. His come was warm, tasting of the root we had earlier. I took him deeper into my mouth, relishing the way his hips involuntarily bucked slightly into my mouth.

Simon's groan came from the back of his throat as I continued to pleasure him, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of power knowing I was the one bringing him this much pleasure, even while his paralysis held him.

I hummed as more come leaked from the head. I dipped my hand into his pouch and held onto the large sack. It was drawn up against his body as he tensed, and I felt his come explode into my mouth.

I slurped around his cock, cleaning him up. I didn’t know come could taste this good, but I was here for it. “Mmm, Simon.” I wiped the come away from my mouth and noticed dick didn’t rise immediately afterward like it had been doing.

Perhaps the poison will keep him limp for a while.

I nestled myself in the softness of the bed next to him, drawing the warm covers snugly around our bodies. As I exhaled deeply, the sound of my contentment mingled with the rhythmic beat of his heart, resonating against my cheek.

“Good night, Simon. Sleep well.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Simon

Ihadlostallconceptof time.

I did not know when it was day or night or how long I had slept. My body was heavy, and not just my limbs but my heart, too.

I was in a vulnerable state where I could not protect my mate. The ogre still lived, and I had been incapacitated by a human female! I promised myself I would never harm a female, and I wouldn’t. I would, however, harm the orc since he didn’t seem to have a handle on her.

How dare she!

I would head butt him right in his large sack so he could no longer procreate.

It would be a gift to the Monktona Wood if no more of those green orclings inhabited it.

As soon as I felt tension in my body, I tried to lift my arm, but it still did not move. It was frustrating, to say the least. I let out a grunt of annoyance, and instantly, my mate was by my side, her arm over my chest.

“You okay, sleeping beauty?”

Excuse me?

At some point, she relieved my shaft. I wasn’t able to take care of her, and I knew I would need to repay her for such a deed. Laying here, not giving her pleasure, hurt me more than feeling this undeniable need to rut her.

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