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I guess there is a reason some male creatures wear pants.

But never this male.

I made adjustments to the bindings as I approached the bed, which reeked of her scent, and I growled within my chest as I lay upon it and lifted the furs to join her.

Bassza! I bit my lip and swore to the Moon Fairy; her legs were still wet!

One lick would not hurt, just one.

I leaned down and took a taste. I moaned into her leg, trying not to bite the supple meat there. She sighed as I did so, and I had to restrain myself from doing more.

Once she has had a proper sleep, I would wake her with my face in her cunt. I had permission to do so; she let me do it before.

Satisfied with my plan, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her on top of my chest. She was like a limp doll. So small and fragile, but since she was gifted to me, I knew she was strong and hearty. She would take my cock nicely.

My miresa’s legs barely reached around my stomach when she suddenly spread them. I tried not to imagine her cunt wide open, so close to my shaft.

Good thing it is tied.

I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled my nose into her hair.

Mmm, this was a good night.

Chapter Fourteen

Calliope

The smell of thesizzling bacon took away the sick feeling in my tummy. When I saw the raw meat I just about threw up in the basket. With my strong determination to show Valpar I was a good mate for him and that I wasn’t weak and helpless, I got the bacon sizzling in no time.

When I woke up this morning, I found myself on top of his body. I left a little pool of drool on his chest, but I was in too much shock to wipe it away.

Did I climb up on top of him in my sleep?

I needed to rein in the eagerness here. He’s gonna think I’m one of those fairy hoes.

I slid off his body, and the urge was strong to look under the blankets to check out what was going on beneath them. He didn’t have morning wood, as I have often heard Mom call Dad’s thing through the thin walls of our tree house.

Does that mean he didn’t find me attractive?

Or maybe it wasn’t morning at all?Do male appendages have a timer in them, to know when it is morning?

I quietly slid off the bed and ran to the doorway I left ajar for Simon. The light was streaming brighter down there than the moonlight.

Hmm, it was morning.

So, he wasn’t so attracted to me, then.

He might be my babysitter, not my mate. I couldn’t be for sure, yet.

To show my gratitude and to prove to him I could be a fit mate, I got the great idea to make breakfast. All men like food, Aunt Melina has once told me. Especially species that do a lot of manual labor, such as shifters. Valpar wasn’t a shifter, but he looked like he did a lot of manual labor.

The muscles.

I wonder what he would look like chopping down a tree?

He would look like a hot lumbersnack.

I snorted when I flipped the bacon over, and the hot grease flung back and hit me in the eye.

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