Valpar: A Steamy Orc-Rom Com, page 25
Talk about a grumpy orc.
I asked if he ever would braid his hair again and he grunted in reply, crossing his arms.
Which he doesn’t. He learned how to do it on others, but not himself.
“What if i braided your hair?” I asked him.
He narrowed his eyes at me and looked away.
“Maybe.”
I touched my hair again, feeling how soft the ends were.
Valpar braided my hair.
The rest of the afternoon I asked him to tell me more about his life as a child. I became obsessed with it. I wanted to know, not just about the life of an orc in the Wood but, what it was like to have a family at a young age.
Because I didn’t know mine.
Why didn’t I know it?
I’ve never thought about it before. I didn’t care to, didn’t want to know because part of me felt like it hurt.
From time to time, as he told me the tales of when his fathers took them on hunting trips, giving them life lessons on how not to get your foot chopped off or not to get sick by eating the wrong fruits or roots in the forest, a pang of hurt would hit my chest.
I—don’t think I knew my real father.
There was no image that came to my head, there wasn’t a warm feeling that flooded my chest. There was emptiness when I tried to search inside myself, and the more I looked the more disappointed I grew.
I listened, though, I listened whole-heartedly because I liked the stories he told. He was different when he was small. he would smile when he talked about his mother and how soft she was and different from his fathers, and I tried to remember what my mother was like.
Theresa said that my real mom was not a very good one. I trusted Theresa, because she had always taken care of me. She fed and clothed me and, overall, tried to keep me safe. I’d known nothing else.
But that was it. I know nothing else.
Valpar’s hand cupped my cheek. I felt his warm hand pull me closer and sighed when he pulled me into his body. “Where did you go, little fairy?”
I blinked several times before I stared up at him. “I’m sorry. I was thinking about my mom.”
Valpar hummed and played with one of my braids. “Yes, I must meet her and your father.”
I shook my head. “No, my real one. The one that gave birth to me.”
He stopped playing with my hair and dropped the braid. “What about her?” His voice grew hard, his body stiff.
“I was thinking what she was like. Why don’t I remember her? Why I don’t remember when I was little.” I rubbed my finger across my lip. “I remember nothing of when I was little.”
Thunder rumbled outside, as it’d been doing it all day. This time it was closer, louder and I swore it shook the cave. As I closed my eyes and scooted into Valpar’s side a little closer, another vision of that woman I saw yesterday came to mind She wasn't yelling at me. Her dark hair covered her face, and she had a stick in her mouth that lit up at the end. Smoke came pouring out of her mouth, and when my eyes opened again, the vision was gone.
She looked so sad. Not as scary as before, but if she was a connection to my mother, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
Call me a scared little chicken for it, but I just found my happy place with Valpar, and I wasn’t ready to see it, yet.
I let out a shuddering breath and listened to the thunder roll away from the cave.
“Little mate, do you want to know who your mother is?” Valpar’s hand touched the top of my head where a loose braid sat on top
I shook my head. “No, no, not yet. I just—I guess I was just wondering why I didn’t know.”
Valpar cleared his throat. “I know why you do not know. I have the answers you seek and if you want—I can give them to you.”
I pulled away from him. “You know why I don’t remember my past? How?” I lifted my brow in question and made to move away. He didn’t like this and wrapped his arms around me to pull me back.
I grunted in response, but he growled and pulled me into his lap.
“Why do you know?” I demanded.
Valpar buried his nose into my shoulder and took a long whiff of my scent. “Your uncle told me. He told me the day after I brought you to the cave.”
“He knows too? How many more people know?”
Does everyone know why I don’t remember everything? How could everyone just not tell me?
Because you never wanted to know, you dumb butt. You never asked.
My mouth hung open as Valpar told me Mom and Dad knew, too. That seemed to be all, just five people. I guess that is not so bad.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “And how is it I don’t remember?” I whispered in his ear.
“The king and a sorceress put a spell on you to forget your past.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and that woman appeared again. She was angry and yelling at me. This time, she was waving her arms at me, shooing me away until a door slammed in my face and it all went dark.
My eyes popped open.
“Do you want to know why—”
“No.” I snapped. “I don’t want to know.” I shook my head violently. “Not yet.”
Valpar held me in his arms and rocked me. “If you ever want to know, I will tell you.” His thumb rubbed under my cheek. “I will help you and always be here. You know this, don’t you female?”
I nodded my head, not verbally answering.
Happy thoughts, cheerful things, that’s all I want to have. No more thoughts of bad things.
Simon leaped onto the plush bed, causing a gentle creaking sound to resonate through the room. Valpar released a deep sigh, his voice carrying a low growl as he expressed his frustration. “Off, animal.”
Simon tilted his head, and his mischievous gaze fixed on me. With a sudden burst of energy, he shot out his tongue and blew a series of playful raspberries. The air filled with the sound of his silly antics, making me burst into laughter. I couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of joy as I extended my arm, inviting Simon to come join us.
Simon turned his butt around and planted his rear end right into Valpar’s lap.
Valpar grunted. “What is he doing?” He went to shove off Simon, but he let out a loud bleat.
I smiled and scratched Simon behind his ears. “He’s trying to be friends with you. Even if you tried to eat him. He knows he’s going to be coming back to the Monktona Wood with us, so he’s trying to make amends. Which is weird because he doesn’t forgive people very easily.”
Simon yelled again and licked me on the cheek.
Valpar’s eyes widened and his jaw went slack. “You mean he’s coming with us? To live with us?”
I tilted my head. “Yes, why wouldn’t he? I’m his support companion. He’ll start fainting all the time if I’m not around.”
“Bassza, this cannot be happening.” Valpar fell back onto the bed, letting Simon and I stay on his lap. “He cannot sleep in the furs. He will sleep in his own space.”
Simon and I both groaned, and I scratched his ears again. “Sorry, buddy. It was a good try.” Simon lifted his butt off Valpar’s lap and he let out a little toot.
I waved my hand in front of me and stifled a giggle. “No more dairy for you. Your tummy is getting upset.” I turned to Valpar. “He’s lactose intolerant. You don’t have a lot of cows over in the Monktona Wood do you?”
“Female, you make me want to drink.” He laid his arm over his eyes, but I see the big grin on his face stretch over his big teeth.
I just needed to remember life can be like a wiener… it can get hard, but it can’t stay hard forever. I just hoped my life from now on wouldn’t be super hard like Valpar’s wiener because his seemed to stay hard all the time now.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Valpar
I had her positioned on all fours, her rear nestled in the firm grasp of my hands. Despite her small body, the undeniable satisfaction flooded over me as I witnessed myself being pulled into her tight cunt.
With each thrust, I delved deeper, drawing closer and closer until I reached my brand. It was the largest, the throbbing knot-like bulge that would bind us forever. Once I forced it inside her, my essence would be imprinted upon her skin and her soul, forever marking her as mine. From that moment on, there would be no doubt or questioning of her ownership, as her scent alone would serve as a reminder to everyone of our bond.
I pressed my brand against her entrance, feeling my shafter shudder. Her back arched, a silent plea for more. Her warmth engulfed me, her desire obvious. I emitted a low growl. My primal instincts took over as I firmly gripped her hips and my claws sank into her flesh.
My head leaned back, and I tried my hardest not to push it inside. I needed her like I needed air, the fish water and the bees nectar. I wanted, with every fiber of my being, to be connected to her. My soul needed her.
“Valpar,” her quivering voice caught me off guard and my attention snapped to her as my last bulge sat waiting to enter her.
“Not yet, I’m not ready yet.”
My eyes snapped open, the darkness that surrounded the room a reminder that it was all just a dream. My cock was unbearably hard. I wrapped my hand around it and took in deep labored breaths.
It’d been days since we were stuck in the cave. My miresa said that there must be a tropical storm outside. It happened every so often, when a storm came from the sea causing wind, rain and thunder. During those days we played some board games, fucked, and she has shown me how to draw.
I even let her play with my hair.
She was not good at braiding but getting better. I had fun showing her and it brought me great joy that she would want to learn.
Would she want to braid our future orclings’ hair?
My throat grew tight at the thought.
My little fairy had not brought up the subject again, about knowing of her past. Not that I would want her to. Knowing that her past was erased was enough for her to be upset, I would not push the idea for her to know.
It was enough of my burden being lifted that she came to terms with it herself. She knew I would be here for all her answers.
I did worry when she started to push the issue of our bonding. I could not bond her without her knowing the full truth, and I don’t want her to feel like I am forcing her to know.
Why did having a female have to be difficult?
I shifted and rolled to my side, searching for my female and her comfort. I didn’t want to leave her in the cave alone and beat a tree out of the soil or rub my shaft until expressed my seed. I wouldn’t leave her in the cave by herself anymore. I would bear the stiffness until she woke in the morning, so that she was properly rested.
Then, I would relieve myself inside her body.
She had been in deep thought the past few days, and I believed she was having trouble coming to terms with losing her memory. I didn't believe she had thought about it before, or even wanted to think about it. Now that I have talked about my family, she was more curious.
She knew about my past, my time as an orcling, and so she wanted to know hers as well. Something was holding her back. It had something to do with those daydreams.
I reached over the bed to find her. Normally, she slept on top of my body and I found it strange she was not there. “Little fairy?” My voice was raspy when I sat up and I didn’t find her there. The furs were cold and my eyes darted around the cave to see if she had gone to get something to eat.
“Miresa?” I sat up completely and saw Simon in the corner. He yawned, stood and seemed to look for her, too.
The drums in my chest beat rapidly and I jumped from the bed and went to the bathroom. The light was on, but there was no sign of my miresa.
“Calliope?” I roared and there was still no sound or sign of my mate. With a snarl, I took in deep breaths, trying to find her scent, but the trail was old, stale and panic ensued.
She was not here, and it had been hours.
Had she left me? Did someone take her?
No strange smells other than the stale scent was in the cave, but I would not take any chances.
I pulled on the leather bindings around my forearms, placed my weapons around my hips and my sword on my back. I swore to the Moon Fairy I would find her and drag her ass back here before the night was through.
Simon was already trotting down the hall, letting off noises of worry, and I stomped after him.
Calliope wouldn’t just leave her companion, surely there was something wrong.
Once we got to the mouth of the cave, I saw the boulders were still in place. My miresa must have squeezed through or someone had come to retrieve her and put them back. Simon didn’t wait for me, he squeezed through the small opening that I had left him. I pushed the boulders with little effort, my anger and panic increasing by the minute.
Why did she not make any noise?
Once the boulders were pushed away, a clear night sky greeted us, but it did nothing to ease my nerves. The waves continued to pound into the sand, the surrounding scents pure from the freshly fallen rain.
This would help, all scents washed away and the soil was soft, good for tracking.
Perhaps the gods were on my side.
I quickly found tiny footprints, just one set, and I quickly realized they was just hers. Perhaps she was following a flying creature, why would she do that.
I worried that she could be persuaded easily, because of her good nature and believing the good in all.
I pulled my sword from my back and took off into the darkness of the forest.
I wanted to scream her name, demand that she come back to me, but doing so would be foolish. It would alert others she was missing. Others, meaning ogres. They still roamed the land since the wall came down, and though there were not many I would not take that risk.
I would not put her in any more danger than she might already be in.
One of those things being my twitchy palm.
I grunted as I picked up the pace. I traveled past the palace, where I nearly lost her footprints. Her scent became stronger once we reached the other side, to another forest but then I lost her footprints entirely. I scouted the area and pulled at my messy strands. I was panting, frustrated and wanting to push over the trees in the area.
These trees, however, were filled with low-lying lights and ribbons, meaning they were homes to someone. I could not take my anger on these trees, I could not pull them from the soil, let out my frustration and wake up the rest of the forest.
Fuck!
I let out a growl and a panting Simon came up behind me. He pulled on my cloth and fell to the ground, whining.
“I don’t know where she is!” I hissed. “Where is my miresa?!”
I should have put my fingers into her cunt while she slept. I would do this more often. Better yet, I would tie her to me at all times. It was a mistake not to do this, I would do this always.
I picked up the goat and he sighed in relief as I carried him with me. I could not believe my miresa would have traveled this far, but she was an energetic female. She did not sleep long. She craved me as much as I craved her, and I would find myself waking up with her mouth around my shaft.
Simon groaned and lifted his head, nodding his horns to the right. I watched him as he continued to nod, his groan long with exhaustion, and I turned to where he wanted to go. Her footsteps were long gone, but I still smelled her scent. It grew stronger and light was building near the middle of a clearing. A stream of water curled around a tree where I stood.
I laid Simon near the water, where he greedily lapped it up, and I gripped hold of the hilt of my sword when I heard water splashing.
Blue lights swirled in the distance. I closed my eyes and groaned and immediately knew it was a whisp. I tried not to let them distract me when one comes into view. Those annoying lights that had a mind of their own flew above the foliage where humming was coming to my ears.
It spiraled upward, showing off a rope. Another whisp flew up parallel to the other, and I gritted my teeth as I watched them disappear into the trees. The ropes tightened and it was like I could hear the whisps tenfold. They swayed underneath the branches and a hum came from the other side, with splashing sounds echoing through the darkness again.
The blue lights fell back down from the trees, landing on the other side of the brush. I took tentative steps toward the sounds, my miresa’s smell becoming stronger, and I knew she must be on the other side. I didn’t smell anyone else or hear anything that could be a danger, but I could not be certain. Not with these whisps playing with her.
The whisps are legends, here long before any of the souls that had lived in Bergarian, but I worried what they were up to. They liked to frolic with the females, liked to cause trouble, but others said they were the ones that ultimately led to your destiny.
I had found my destiny already, so why would these whisps be here?
My steps became frantic. I rushed forward, unable to take the anticipation any longer. I pushed through the bushes and found my miresa sitting on a board, swaying with the ropes bound on either side of it. She was swaying over the stream, her feet dangling over the waters and she kicked, making water splash over the embankment on the other side, dousing the blue wisp.
“Female!” I roared, and the whisps squealed and shot up into the trees.
As she turned, the delicate crunch of the purple moss beneath my feet released a burst of golden light, illuminating her face. The radiant glow momentarily distracted me, causing my anger towards her to fade into the background.
“What are you fucking doing?” I sheathed my sword and stormed over to her, my feet leaving footprints in the soft soil, and stomping into the stream.
The seat had slowed, and she was no longer waving about over the water. I picked her up by her hips and carried her back over the shoreline.
“Swinging?” she said innocently, when I dropped her onto the grass and her toes weaved into the blades.
I pinched between my eyes. “Swing-ing? Is that what you were doing? In the middle of the night?” I growled and paced in front of her. “You left me in the cave,” my voice rose. “You left me in the furs, alone, and you left Simon. You walked out, into the wilderness by yourself and you didn’t think to wake me? You are MINE! I am supposed to take care of you. How am I to do that when you wander away from me?”
