Valpar: A Steamy Orc-Rom Com, page 20
I grunted again, crossing my arms.
I was a terrible male. I have done everything wrong with my female. Claiming was supposed to be easy. I was to take her, shelter, feed, clothe and make her happy. I had failed on all fronts, and most of all, I left her alone multiple times a day.
I couldn’t help my body’s urges. I had to relieve my sack. Being near her for just a few moments rendered my shaft to be too hard. Cock was such a better word; it felt more dirty and vile. I was glad there was such a vulgar word for a shaft in this land.
Even now, I cannot get her body out of my mind. Her smaller form, the tight hole she has. When I was out in the forest, the many times I left her, I would think of my face between her thighs, the tiny pink lips that would welcome my tongue.
Her tiny tits, her smooth body made my cock constantly hard, and when I rushed out of our cave, I immediately would loosen the strap that tied myself to my leg and let my seed coat the outside of my shaft.
Bassza, it felt good, having my shaft coated in my seed. It was enough to make it wet, to make me feel more like I was inside her. Buried deep in that wet cunt, taking all of me.
I closed my eyes, wishing I could be in the forest right now, releasing my heavy sack. Every stroke I thought of her, how it would feel on that small nub, that she liked to have licked so much.
At the time, I thought it was best to stay away, after the news was delivered to me. I had to rethink how to claim her, what was best for her.
Then, she had to say I was supposed to love her. I didn’t know this word… love. Is it another word for rutting? Sex? What was it?
I could feel distant drums banging in my head.
She made me want to drink.
I gritted my teeth. I needed to leave this room, to relieve myself again of my seed.
It took me days to realize how she needed release as much as I did, and now I will have to do more for her. And I will. That was why I was here. She will get this spanking that she wanted, the pleasure that she needed until I find a way to claim her without having her past memories resurfacing.
“Valpar?” The Queen’s troubled look startled me when I opened my eyes again. I shifted my cloth, making sure my cock was covered.
I cursed under my breath. I swear my cock would have fallen off before this meeting was through.
“I will take care of my female. Thank you for your…informational customs that will help our bonding.” I winced as I tried to put the memories away, of King Osirus putting the Queen over his lap.
King Osirus stepped down from his throne and put his hand around the queen’s waist. “Our pleasure, Valpar, truly, do not worry yourself. I believe you have gained extra wrinkles around your eyes. Would you like me to send the guards with you to help guard her?”
I growled, snapping my jaw toward him. “I can handle my female just fine!”
The king chuckled, placing a kiss on his female’s head. “It’s funny. Thorn is quite territorial, too, with his female. It isn’t just you. It must be an orc trait.”
“My-my brother has found a female?” I asked in disbelief.
“Yes, and he’s got his dick strapped to his leg, just as you. I am rather curious now, too. What are you orcs hiding?”
Queen Melina silently clapped her hands. “Yes, we are.”
I groaned. “When, where? Has Thorn claimed her, yet?” I’d like to ask him questions but of course the king shakes his head.
“I don’t know. He basically chased me off. I have no idea what is going on, but I’m sure she’s being taken care of. He’s very possessive. Maybe even more so.”
I huffed. The only reason I let Calliope out of my sight was because the guards were bonded to other females. These were guards I had fought with in the war. I knew of their loyalty to the king.
“I must find my miresa. It’s been too long.” I turned and heard footsteps behind me. They were muttering about Thorn while I tried to adjust the strap to my shaft. The leaking had stopped, but I knew I needed to relieve my sack, since I had thought too much about my little fairy’s naked body.
She was always on my mind.
Perhaps we could find her room in the palace. I could—
I palmed my shaft, feeling my seed leak down my leg. Yes, we would both benefit. Try this spanking. I could palm her ass, as Osirus said. Melina said she would like that, feel the heat of her body—
As strange as it was, getting advice from the King, it was…useful.
Distant cheers from the outside caught my attention. It stopped me in my tracks when I heard familiar, deep voices. They sounded like my tribe, so I went toward the windows in the long hallway.
“Half of the tribe went back to the Wood, but the other half stayed. Sugha led them back so you could take your time,” Kind Osirus said offhandedly. “A lot of the tribe was hopeful they could find their mates, since you found yours here…”
The king’s words became a mere murmur as my attention shifted downwards. My gaze fell upon the bustling crowd gathered at the foot of a decorated chair mimicking a throne. The tribe’s faces blurred into a sea of green, the male’s voices merging into yells and laughter.
Among the commotion, an intense heat emanated from within me, starting from my chest and gradually spreading to my face. It was as if a dormant volcano had awakened, igniting a fiery energy that coursed through the branches of my forearms. The surge of life force within me seemed to boil, matching the intensity of my emotions. A primal rage simmered beneath the surface, causing my teeth to clench and grind together. The sound reverberated in my ears. My very being of calm, since meeting my miresa, was eroding away at the barriers that held me back.
I’m sure I could have broken my jaw myself with how hard I was clenching.
The queen came beside me. Her wings touched my shoulder, and I snarled, causing the king to pull her away. “Valpar, what’s wrong?” she gasped when she looked outside.
Down below, the tribe, or what was left of it, was cheering. A bonfire sat in the middle and there was a small platform in front of it with a chair, decorated in vines, flowers and gifts at the foot of it.
Food was being placed on the large table, showcasing a delectable spread of appetizers, entrees and desserts. Mouthwatering meats, such as succulent roasted chicken and tender beef, arranged alongside an assortment of artisanal cheeses and freshly baked breads.
This looked like a miresa claiming ceremony. Long ago, when females were scarce, a female would pick her males. Females picked as many as up to five males to complete their clan, so every male was blessed time with a female. The males lived separately from each other; they had their own homes, and the female would come to them, care for them all equally. It was hard for the males, my ogamie was a beautiful female that cared for all of her males and my seeded orgamo came to be friends with all the other orgamos.
That was in the past. The Moon Fairy promised it would not happen again unless souls were open to it, and I knew my soul was not.
Calliope was mine.
I watched as the guards, the males I’d trusted with my miresa, walked out with her on their shoulders and sat her down on the cushioned throne that my tribe had created. My miresa was smiling, laughing as another orc brought her a plate of food.
Someone brought her food.
Someone brought my female food.
I was in charge of feeding my female.
I gripped my hand into fists, feeling my claws prick my palms. This was, indeed, a claiming ceremony. They were setting up the games, the sparring. The tribe was going behind my back.
With my little fairy’s delicate, slender hand, she plucked the plump grape from the iron plate made by one of the tribe members. Its vibrant purple hue contrasted against the iron. The succulent fruit disappeared into her dainty mouth, her lips parting ever so slightly in satisfaction.
But, as I witnessed this seemingly innocent act, a surge of fury consumed me, threatening to burst through my veins. My clenched fist, filled with mounting rage, collided with the unyielding surface of the immense glass window. A thunderous crash followed, and the transparent barrier shattered into a thousand glittering fragments.
The air filled with the clinking of breaking glass, the sharp shards raining down upon me like a torrential downpour. The tinkling symphony of shattered glass harmonized with my tumultuous emotions, each falling piece reflecting the shattered remnants of my composure.
As I stood there, a silent witness to the destruction I had unleashed, shards of glass settled in my disheveled hair, embedding themselves into my trembling shoulders. The weight of my unleashed anger, mingled with the icy touch of shattered glass, settled upon me, a chilling reminder of the chaos I had wrought.
Once it had all fallen and the tribe down below stilled, I let out the loudest roar I could and jumped onto the windowsill. “Get away from my female!”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Calliope
“Calm down there, lass. I think you are going a little overboard.” Finley put his hand on my arm and rubbed it up and down.
“Nope, she’s right, she’s gonna be green. Hell, she might have those big tusks too.” Everett took another bite of cupcake, and my mouth dropped open.
I was going to be an orc.
I was having a hard enough time being a human, and now this? Mom was human, then she turned into a full-blooded fae and she was gorgeous. She said she didn’t change much, just the ears, looked a little younger and sprouted wings.
I loved Valpar and how he looked, don’t get me wrong, but me? I was going to turn green, have teeth and what about my hair? I loved my pink hair that Osirus had given me.
My breaths came in quickly as I started hyperventilating. Finley swore under his breath and searched in the kitchen drawers for a paper bag. Once he found one, he shoved it in my face and patted my back as I tried to calm myself, while I breathed into it.
This. Can’t. Be. Happening.
“Shit, come on, you can’t pass out. Valpar will cut off our balls.”
Everett winced, cupping himself, and I closed my eyes, trying to take slower breaths. This could not be happening. Would I really change who I was completely? Be an orc? I was trying to be a fairy or fae to fit in with my surroundings. I was just now settling with being a human and now… I had to change myself again?
Cheese and crumbs.
“Listen,” Everett sighed, and petted his beard. “I’m going to give a hypothesis here—”
Finley laughed, “Ha! That was a big word, try not to choke!”
Everett glared at Finley and continued. “I highly doubt you would become like Valpar. Orcs aren’t like any other species in Bergarian, they were segregated long ago for a reason with that wall. They were different in appearance. They don’t shift like the rest of us. Their body is completely different and, apparently, so are their appendages.”
I pulled away the paper bag and sniffed. “You think so? I’m attracted to Valpar but I don’t know if I, myself want to be green. I still want to look like me, just like how everyone else still looks like themselves when they turn into their mate’s species.”
Everett chuckled and leaned on the counter. “I’m not into the genetics of it all, but in here,” he pounded his chest with his fist, “the Goddess wouldn’t let a pretty little human like you change green if she really didn’t want to. Especially, if it was going to upset you so much.”
I gave him a small smile, but still kept the idea in my head. As long as Valpar cared for me, for me, I think I would still be happy. It would just be—really different.
The door slammed opened and humming filled the room. A large orc with leather straps criss-crossing over his body, walked past us, opened the meat locker and headed inside. He didn’t pay attention to us, while we all watched and listened as he sang to himself.
I put the paper back on my lap and when he came out, he was carrying a large, cold sack of meat over his shoulder. It wasn’t until then that he glanced over at us and raised a brow.
“Greetings. I am Olur, I was just retrieving this evening’s dinner.” He looked us over and then his eyes widened. “You are Valpar’s female!” He smiled, but it quickly faded. “Where is he? Why are you alone? Did he abandon you?” His tone grew darker, and he stepped forward.
Finley and Everett stood in front of me, their arms crossing. “No, he didn’t.” Everett spoke. “He had to speak to the King in private. She’s none of your business.”
Olur huffed and readjusted the meat on his shoulder. “Well, she is part of the tribe now. I want to make sure she is happy with Valpar. If not, I would be happy to hit him for you. I have the biggest hands of the tribe.”
And he did. There were scars all over them and his fingers were as big as zucchinis.
Good luck to his future mate.
“No, no need to beat him up. He’s fine,” I said.
“Then, why do you look distressed? Your face looks whiter than normal.” He assessed me again, and I shrunk back.
Finley wrapped his arm around my shoulder, lending me some of his confidence. “She’s fine. She’s just got a lot on her mind: The first human and orc pairing, is all. It’s a lot to take in.”
Olur pushed the meat back on his shoulder. “Well, if it was my female, I would not let her out of my sight. Especially, after my shaft had been lodged into her cunt.”
Cheesus.
Heat rose to my cheeks. Not just at the words he used, but—at the idea that he thought I was claimed. I was wearing a sleeved dress today, so he wouldn’t see a mark on my shoulder. I swallowed heavily and couldn’t look him in the eye.
“I—uh, is it something I said?” Olur stepped forward with drooping shoulders.
I sat up straight and put a smile on my face, because it wasn’t his fault he brought up a sore spot. I mean, everyone around here expects us to be mated already, especially his tribe.
“We aren’t mated, yet. We are—”
“What?” Olur snapped. “You have not been branded? This is—this is terrible! Why would he not brand you, yet? This—this is unacceptable!” Olur huffed and paced around the room, running his free hand through his hair.
I giggled, watching this male hold a large hunk of meat over his shoulder while he mumbled under his breath. The Red Fury looked equally amused, their stances relaxed and even smiling.
“We must remedy this. We shall have to persuade him to hurry this branding along! I have an idea, and I do not have many, but this will be entertaining.”
There was a gleam in his eye and a friendly smile on his face. He looked like a troublemaker, and I was here for all of it.
“Wait here. I will inform the others!” He dashed from the room, while Everett and Finley stood by my side waiting for our surprise.
“Braxton would be so into this,” Everett said as he hoisted me up on his shoulder.
Olur had managed, in such a short amount of time, to recruit the few of the tribe who had stayed behind to look for their mates, to help. They don’t normally stay as long as this, but since Valpar found me, they didn’t want to miss any chances.
Olur was determined to make Valpar angry, feral even, to have him claim me. I didn’t ask for this. I even argued a bit with Olur, telling him I didn’t want to make my mate mad at me, but Olur shook his head and held up his hand in warning. “Valpar has always been the solemn, cranky one. This is payback.”
The tribe got to work and quickly constructed a platform with a chair decorated with flowers, a cushion, and gifts at the base. They said they used to do this long ago when the last of the females were alive and had to take multiple males as mates.
Apparently, females had harems of males.
Which sounded kind of neat, but I don’t think I could ever handle more than one of Valpar.
He was more than enough.
The females would sit on this fancy chair, and the males would compete for her affections. They would bring gifts, feed her food, spar, play games and do foot rubs. The party could last for days until she picked as many males as she wanted.
But, I only wanted one.
The longer I stood and watched as the males constructed the small platform, more guilt weighed heavily on me. I didn’t like this, I didn’t think it was a smart idea. I wanted Valpar, and if he wanted to take his time, there had to be a reason, right?
“Don’t worry,” Olur spoke when he approached me. “We are not claiming you, we are only doing this to hurry Valpar along, to make him sweat. You will pick him in the end. We want our own females.”
I snorted and shook my head. “You guys are bad. What if Vapar goes crazy? What if he hurts you?”
Olur scoffed. “So what? We like this. We are males. We like to rough each other up. Now let’s have fun with this.” Olur stepped away, his big back filled with scars, another sign that they did like to play rough.
Finley scooted me over, so I was resting my other leg on his shoulder as well. “Where is Braxton?” I asked, trying to steady myself on my two guards.
“His mate is becoming of age. He’s stalking her a bit.”
Everett rolled his eyes. “He’s had trouble staying away from her. I can’t say that I blame him. Now that’s she almost of age, he’ll claim her soon.”
Everett and Finley carried me out from the covered patio, and when he did, I saw all the orcs I had seen at the ball. They were all cheering, and there was a gorgeous spread of food laid out on a table, with all my favorite desserts and the infamous chair that Olur told me about.
“So pretty!” I squealed.
I didn’t want to hurt any of the tribe’s feelings either with how hard they worked. They thought they were helping me, but I quickly realized this was going to be a big deal.
Valpar was going to be so mad.
Finley and Everett put me in the chair, and Simon raised his head high as he sat next to me on his own cushion, and was given a plate of food.
That is so dang cute!
“Aww! You all get brownie points for taking care of Simon!” Simon lifted his head from engorging himself with a plate of grapes and let out a large burp, causing the crowd to laugh.
