Valpar: A Steamy Orc-Rom Com, page 30
Dad wiped his mouth. His wings fluttered behind him when he pushed away from the table. “Right, let’s get going. I’ll see if Osirus would have the guards be on the lookout, as well. That goat has given them all sorts of entertainment over the years.”
That was true. Their favorite part was when Simon climbed up to the highest part of the palace and started screaming for help. His voice echoed for miles, and they had to make sure not to scare him or he would have fainted and fallen to his death.
Silly Simon.
“Thank you,” I said when Mom finally stood up from the table.
She clapped her hands together and her eyes softened. She opened her mouth several times but before anything could be said, Dad pulled her arm and nodded his head toward the door.
Valpar had me on top of his shoulders as we walked our way back through the forest to the cave. I continued to look around for any signs of Simon. I called out to him with no answer back. My shoulders slumped further, and I knew the longer it was that we didn’t find it…the least likely we would find him.
It was like in those mystery books from Earth. If you don’t find them within the first forty-eight hours, you are less likely to find the missing person.
What if he fainted into a puddle and he drowned? What if he got his head stuck in a bush somewhere? What if he really did meet a lady goat and didn’t know what to do? I didn’t teach him about the birds and the bees yet! He’s just a baby!
Valpar’s hand wrapped around my leg and tugged on the leash he had tied around my waist. “Female, if you squeeze your legs any tighter around my head, I will think you want me to stop for a snack.”
I released my legs that were, in fact, squeezing his head like a giant melon and let go. “Whoopsie, sorry.”
“We will find him. I know it. I will begin tracking him once we grab our supplies.”
“Do you have a good nose, like wolf shifters? Do you get on your hands and knees and sniff around?”
Valpar scoffs. “No, I do not sniff around like a dog. Unlike shifters, I use both scent and tracking abilities. I check for breaks in branches, drops of fur, foot—or in Simon’s case, hoof prints.”
“You know a shifter would take offence if you called them a dog,” I said playfully.
Valpar sneered. “Isn’t that what they are? Just humans that shift into wolves. I can wrestle ten at a time without getting a scratch.” He pulled up his arm and flexes.
“What big muscles you have,” I giggled and squeezed the rock on his arm. “And what big teeth and big–”
Valpar growled playfully and slapped my back side causing me to rub my crotch against his neck. He hummed and rubbed up and down my thighs. “That’s it, female, rub your cunt all over my neck so I can smell you all day.”
I hunched over, my face turning red. “You are shameful, don’t say things so loud!”
As we got closer, I saw the boulder was carelessly rolled away. Probably from hastily running out of the cave to come find me. I probably should not worry about him so much, but then that wouldn’t be as fun.
I had to keep this male on his toes. He kept telling me he was going to get some gray hair, but I was yet to see it.
He pulled me off his shoulders and carried me inside. The furs were thrown off the bed and Simon’s bed of pillows was still fairly neat.
“Can you untie me?” I tugged on the leash.
Valpar’s eyes narrowed, their piercing gaze on me and the open passageway outside. The air was heavy with tension as he firmly uttered a resolute, “no”. The rustling sound of his movements filled the space as he turned his body, his muscles tensing to meticulously removed items from his bag so he could repack everything.
What a dingle berry.
He said he didn’t have much to pack. He kept most of his weapons on his back, thigh and calf but he had to wrap his tent up tightly and even a few furs he for easier travel. Valpar said he put the letter in his bag and that was what he wanted to look for first.
Valpar rearranged items out onto the table. A few of his tools fell with a plunk and the blankets fell to the floor. I went to reach for them and he slapped my hand.
“I will take care of it, female. Go sit on the bed and rest.” He slapped my butt, and I yipped in surprise as he led me over, tying the rope to a metal ring, bolted into the bed frame.
Wow, what kind of bondage did Aunt Melina and Uncle Osirus get into?
It looked kinda fun.
“Sit,” he ordered and raised a brow.
“You’re kinda bossy.” I crossed my arms.
Valpar huffed. “You like me bossy, and I like to know where you are. Now stay.”
“I’m not a pet.” I retorted. I bit my lip, enjoying this little game I knew he was playing.
Valpar leaned in, his nose grazing up my neck. My body shivered, my nipples tightening underneath my dress. “Ah, but you are my pet. My little human pet that I like to fuck into the furs. You like it too, don’t you, my little fairy? Using your hole for my pleasure.”
Good gravy.
My mouth dropped and Valpar pulled away. The smirk on his face let me know he was satisfied with my reaction.
I plopped my butt on the bed and when his back turned, I stuck my tongue out at him.
Poop on him.
He was pretty smart to tie me here, because I would have definitely done something to get back at him for turning me on. Not sure what, but something.
I could grab one of the dildo’s out and smacked his butt with it. He’d have a fit over that.
But we needed to hurry, we needed to go find Simon.
I let out a sigh, and he ruffled through the bag. When I leaned back into the bed, waiting for him to finish, I felt something touch my hand.
It felt like a bug, so I shook my hand and laid it back down on the bed, but it happened again. I groaned and looked over to see that it was Karma.
Oh, so it is a bug.
My nemisisis…
“What do you want?” I hissed. Karma flew up and slapped his hand over my mouth and shook his head. He held up a small piece of paper and stuck it right in my face.
“If you want to see Simon alive—lose the orc.”
I’m gonna kill that son of a bi—
He slapped my nose and held the paper up again. I nodded angrily and grabbed the rope at my waist. I watched as Karma zipped down the cave passage and I knew I had to follow him.
Great, sneaking past an orc that had just bragged about his tracking skills was going to be dang near impossible.
Valpar was humming, though. He was happy and somewhat content right now because I was supposedly listening to him by sitting on the bed. Only problem was I was going to disobey him and really have some corner time later, and maybe a spanking not of the high-pleasure proportions I love so much.
I inwardly groaned and undid the poorly done knot he’d made. Thankful that I never told him what a terrible knot-maker he was, I slipped it off of my waist. I grabbed several pillows and tightened the rope around them, so he would have some resistance when he moved, thinking it me following behind him. It would give me a little more time to get out of there.
My butt tingled as I tip-toed closer to the passageway.
Goddess, he’s gonna pop me good, later.
Valpar was still humming, though looked rather disgruntled as he rummaged through his supplies on the table.
“Where is it?” he grumbled to himself. “I put it in here. It should be right there!”
I swallowed and turned, taking off down the passageway, making sure my feet didn’t slap the stone floor and welcomed the sun outside.
“Took you long enough,” Karma hissed and pulled a small braid of my hair. I tugged back and his body flew past me.
“Get off me, you shiny turd, and tell me where Simon is!”
A rope dropped in front of my face, and I saw Ivy hovering above me. “Grab the rope and hold on.” Her eyes narrowed and checked out the cave before looking at me again. “And be quick about it, or you will never see the annoying goat again.”
I didn’t think that Karma and Ivy could be so mean or that evil to do something. Karma picked on me because—he was just mean, and Ivy was just jealous I had a mate. Why go to this extent? Kidnapping a goat.
I snorted. Kid-napping. Goat-napping a goat. That was just ludicrous.
“What is your problem? Both of you? Why can’t you just leave me alone? Leave my friends and mate alone?”
As if on cue, they both rolled their eyes.
“Get on the rope,” Ivy barked. “Before the fat orc comes out here, or Simon will be fed to an ogre.”
I ground my teeth together and made a bowline knot at the bottom of the rope, so I could stick my feet inside and wouldn’t have to use my arms to hold me up constantly.
And my mate wasn’t fat, there was more to love, and he was so damn comfortable to sleep on, more padding when he punches his hips when he sticks his dick into me, but I wasn’t gonna tell her that. She would just want him more.
Right now, there was nothing else I could do. I had to find Simon. He was the first friend that I could remember when I came here. I trusted him and loved him. I couldn’t wait for Valpar to come out of the cave and beat these two up. I didn’t know if Simon was being held by someone else, and if they were told to hurt him if we arrived late.
I had to do this for Simon.
I tightly gripped the rough, coarse rope with my trembling hands as Ivy, with no warning, effortlessly hoisted me into the air. The wind rushed past my face, carrying with it the scent of fresh pine and the distant aroma of the palace gardens. Above the towering trees, the view extended beyond the height of the palace, revealing a breathtaking view. Despite the intense desire to shut my eyes tightly, I resisted the urge, determined not to show my fear. I had to remain composed, to absorb every detail of where we were going, so I could find our way home.
Because, obviously, Valpar was not going to be able to track us.
“Gods, you need to lay off the cupcakes,” Ivy announced as we started flying south.
I leered up at the large form she took to carry me and scoffed. “And you wanted an orc in your bed. If you can’t handle a small human to carry, what makes you think you can handle a heavy orc dick?”
Her fangs pulled back in a hiss and she stopped flying. She let us freefall for a few seconds, and I held onto a rope, for dear life, that I knew would never save me from my death.
She caught it, and pulled me back up, grunted before keeping our original flight direction.
“I could let you die right here. Not even worry about you any longer.”
I pursed my lips and kept quiet. She was right. She could end me right here. Why was she carrying me so far away and not killing me now?
She probably did kidnap Simon and wasn’t going to kill me but do something more sinister. Like killing Simon in front of me and giving me a deep-rooted pain that would forever gut me. I didn’t think animals were within the laws of Bergarian to be considered murder if one was killed.
Cheese and crackers—how can souls be so evil?
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Calliope
I never enjoyed the idea of flying. Sure, I loved wings of the fae and the fairies, but the idea of flying super high off the ground, with your feet just dangling and not touching the ground, scared the dumplings out of me.
I was doing it for Simon, and I pushed that fear deeper inside me, the more I thought of him and the hot butt I was going to have later.
We flew for what seemed like forever, covering a lot of ground. If we had gone on foot it would have taken us days. That worried me for Valpar. For one, he wouldn’t find me because there was nothing to track and two, I was too far away for him to get to me in time for whatever Ivy and Karma had planned.
As we approached Valpar’s territory, our path took a slight detour to the east, bringing us nearer to the mysterious Vermillion Kingdom. The dense forests in this region exuded a darker look, with their ebony tree bark and foliage adorned in richer, deeper shades of color. I’d never had the desire to visit this kingdom. It was dark and gloomy, and from stories I read about anything being dark, it meant evil resided there.
It was terrible of me to think that. There were a lot of vampires that were super nice, such as the current king and queen. It was just the darker scene just wasn’t for me. Plus, there were giant spiders.
And spiders were icky.
My calloused feet sank into the rough, scratchy rope, causing an incessant itch. The friction had left my hands blistered and tender, aching from the strain of gripping tightly. As I hung there, suspended in mid-air, a sigh escaped my lips, a mix of exhaustion and anxiety. I let out a tremendous sigh, but I dared not complain. I didn’t want to freefall to my death; I wanted Simon and to make sure he was okay.
Ivy slowed down, and Karma wasn’t far behind us. For a small thing, he was pretty fast, and he dove in a spiral waiting for Ivy to lower us to the ground.
As we made our way downward, the skeletal branches of the trees loomed overhead, devoid of leaves. I could feel their rough, jagged edges graze against my bare legs, causing a prickling sensation. Desperately, I tried to maneuver my body to avoid their grasp, but they seemed relentless. They tugged at my hair, my hips, and my arms, as if seeking to ensnare me. The branches left tiny, stinging cuts on my skin, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. Suddenly, one of them became entangled in my hair, causing the brittle branch to snap and tumble down with me.
Once we were five feet off the ground, Ivy dropped me without a care. I landed on my backside and yelped in surprise. She fluttered down, with a smirk on her face and I glared at her.
If only I could make her burst into flames.
She’d already died like six times in my head already. All being slow and torturous deaths.
Wow, now I am becoming the meanie.
I slapped my hand. “Bad Calliope.”
Ivy glanced over at me and rolled her eyes. “Weirdo.”
“Where’s Simon? I came like you asked.” I kicked off the rope around my ankles and dusted off my dress. “Come on, where is he?”
A faint, muffled rustling emanated from beyond a bush painted in deep, navy hues. As I strained my eyes, I caught a fleeting glimpse of a white tail protruding from the other side of the bush. With a sudden jolt, I lunged towards the source of the sound, my heart pounding against my chest. However, before I could fully react, Ivy swiftly extended her hand, clutching my arm and forcefully pulling me back. The unexpected motion caused me to lose my balance, sending me tumbling onto the ground, landing unceremoniously on my butt.
“Not so fast.” Ivy waved her hand, sauntered over and unwrapped a rope that had Simon’s neck tied to the bush.
Simon didn’t do well if he didn’t eat every ten minutes while he was awake. He had to be cranky.
He nodded his head, trying to buck at Ivy to get away. Unfortunately, he had a pillow wrapped around his head to pad his horns, so he could not hurt her. Poor Simon looked utterly defeated, yet unharmed.
I stood up and balled my fists at my side. “Let him go, you got me here!”
Karma snorted, his little booty shorts squeezing his junk a little too tight. Does he like goat bondage or something? Is he into animal torture? What is his problem?
I hoped someone would sit on him and he’d get squished like the bug he is.
“Not so fast. We’ve got some things to discuss.” Ivy polished her nails with her dress and blew on it.
“Yeah, and what is there to discuss other than you being a sore loser?” I crossed my arms. “The only reason you have me here is because you’re sad you don’t have an orc.”
Ivy growled and stomped her foot. “It isn’t fair that a human gets a mate while the rest of Bergarians are still waiting for their mates. Why?” she yelled. “I’m fifty years old. I’ve been patient!”
I huffed in annoyance. “There are other Bergarians that have waited longer for their mates. Uncle Osirus waited eight hundred years! King Kane waited over a hundred. What makes you special?”
Ivy huffed through her nose. “And what makes you special? You are twenty-five! And human! Humans shouldn’t get such luxury! The gods chose us to be their favorites. Humans ruin everything. Your realm is slowly dying because you can’t take care of it.” Her face turned red, and her voice grew louder.
Like that was my fault. I didn’t even remember Earth.
Karma flew toward me and crossed his arms. “And why do you have to have the king so close to you? Why not someone else in the realm that is of his people? Why a human?”
I rolled my eyes. “You guys are racists to humans. I don’t understand why. I don’t have any power over any of you. I’m not the prettiest. I hold no powers. King Osirus gave pity on me because of my past that I—”
“—don’t know,” Ivy interrupted. “Yes, we are aware you don’t know of your past. We’ve done our digging. You’ve been tainted with magic to forget who you are so you can be the ignorant, happy, little human. The little sunshine to the king and queen’s eyes, who they can spoil. They only keep you around for your innocence, you know, because they can’t have children of their own.”
The harshness of her words pierced my chest.
It was well known that Uncle Osirus and Aunt Melina may never have children. Melina was stabbed in her womb during the war, with a sword imbued with deep, dark magic. She may never have children, but they don’t let that come between them. They love each other. They wouldn’t spoil me because I act like a child. I wasn’t a child. They said so themselves.
I didn’t believe her.
“I—”
“They are getting bored.” Karma interrupted. “They need someone else to baby and to spoil. Like a real child. Birch and Theresa are pregnant now, you know. Once they get rid of you, the king and queen can spend some time with a real baby. Not an adult that acts like one.”
My eyes widened and I clutched my hand to my chest. “W-what?” Why didn’t they tell me?
“That’s the whole reason they left for the mountains, isn’t it? To become pregnant?” Karma cooed, flying around my head. “They are starting their own family now. Think about it, Calliope. They were trying to get you to that ball all along. Valpar hasn’t claimed you yet, because you aren’t really his.”
