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With that, I pushed deeper into her, feeling the walls of her pussy tighten around me again. My cock throbbed and pumped out another stream of hot seed deep inside her, filling her completely. Before I could bite her again, she lifted her head up and sank her teeth into my shoulder. My eyes widened. This wasn’t expected. The mix of pain and pleasure sent me over the edge again, and I let out a roar that echoed through the trees.

As we collapsed onto the soft, white cloud, entangled in each other’s arms and covered in sweat, blood and arousal, I knew that we were both irrevocably changed by this experience. We had claimed each other in ways that could not be undone.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Simon

Thenextfewdaysdid not involve rutting and fucking, as the orcs would say. My mate described it as lovemaking. We touched each other intimately, savored each other’s bodies. I kissed her in any place I wanted as she submitted to me, and I submitted to her, letting her explore me and sate her curiosity, letting her touch places even though I was afraid to explore.

She touched inside my pouch where it was most sensitive. In places, it instantly made me release my seed. Before, I would have felt embarrassed. Instead, I felt pride because my matewould beam with satisfaction, at making me feel good. She would lick up my release and again tend to me, the same as I would do to her when I explored her body.

She was a whole new female. I couldn’t understand how she had come so far in such a short amount of time. She went from not accepting me fully, just fulfilling her body’s reaction to me, to fully giving me her soul and her heart, and I couldn’t be more excited.

I felt her within my soul as soon as I had bitten her. Body and spirit, we were perfectly matched. It was as if a binding had wrapped around us, to seal us in this world and within the next if we ever left this plane. It was fragile, but it was there. Once she surprised me, and had bitten me, the binding was stronger, turning that tiny thread into a rope that could never be broken.

Once she had bitten me, my body relaxed, and the fur on my back sunk inward. I was no longer the savage beast that had to sink my cock inside her to claim her. I was sated, but that didn’t mean I was done with her.

I craved her more than ever.

I craved her body, her mind, even her smile. The way she grabbed my horns so I could lick her pussy, the taste of my seed and her arousal mixed into a perfect mixture.

As those early/first few days went on, I noticed differences between my mate and my friend Calliope. Calliope slept a lot during her transformation when her soul was sealed. Lucy did not sleep long. She would awake within hours, pull my cock from my pouch and wake me with her mouth on my shaft.

Lucy also sprouted horns, which were similar to mine and curved around her head. They were much smaller, but they were beautiful, and I swelled with pride that she looked like me—that we matched.

She did not grow hooves; she still had her toes. She did not have the hind legs of a goat, and I was happy about that. I lovedLucy how she was, but the horns, they warmed my soul. It made me feel not alone.

I never questioned why she possessed horns while the orc females lacked their male companions' physical attributes. I was a faun; I differed from the shifters and orcs. That was the only reasoning I could give.

As we rested in each other’s arms and the days passed, I had flashes of dreams or memories that I had never seen before: of creatures like me, of fauns in meadows and in forests, which didn’t look like the Wood at all. They were a lot plainer with evergreens—green leaved trees—berry covered bushes, and streams with small fish.

I saw very few females of my kind, but there was one who would approach me often. She would lower her body since she was much taller than me and reach out her hand to guide me to follow her. A warmth bloomed in my chest that made me realize this female was a mother figure, the way she would pet between my horns and nuzzle my nose with hers.

As I held my mate and let my fingertips soothe her skin from the rough ways I took her, the mother figure would appear in my mind. I didn’t will her to be there; she would just appear in my mind. Her smile was bright, and we were both happy. At times, a male would take her hand, put me on his shoulder, and we would run through a meadow with other fauns just like us.

I had a family!

I wasn’t the only creature like me!

I wasn’t ready to share with Lucy about this fresh memory, yet. I didn’t know what to think of it. Was it wishful thinking? Did I create this family on my own? Was it real?

I waited each hour to see another memory unfold. I wanted more answers about who these other fauns were. Was it really my life? Or simply what I wanted?

I watched myself as a young faun laughing, screaming and bleating for the hand-carved toy my father had made. The father held it up high, and I jumped, higher and higher. I finally used my head and used the rock beside me to jump off to get higher. I grabbed the toy that was out of reach and screamed in excitement.

When I landed on the ground, I froze. My mother ran toward me and gasped in fake sympathy when I giggled. Father shook his head and picked me up while I hugged the wooden toy tightly.

I felt warm inside. It really was me.

I had parents.

As the days went on, more memories surfaced.

I knew their faces by heart. My mother had hair like mine, while I had fetlocks—hooves with thick, overgrown hair—like my father. I remembered their voices and their touch.

While I enjoyed the time with my mate, I was also gifted answers to my past.

My mate didn’t know any of this. She was blissfully unaware. I never gave her any reason to believe she was not getting the attention she deserved, because I gave her all the attention she wanted when she wanted it, even when she appeared to be sated.

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