10. Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Calliope

I let Simon down. He wasn't used to being carried, especially since he weighed as much as me. I wasn't about to have Valpar carry him, either.

Valpar.

Sounds much better than Leave, even so, I wasn't overly happy about these new revelations. Don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic to have a mate. I never thought I would have one, let alone that mine would be an orc.

The first person to get an orc!

I bet everyone is super jealous that I got the best looking one, too.

Still, it wasn't the enchanting scene I had thought in my head what my mate might do to claim me at the ball, but it was the most exciting.

Valpar picked me up as soon as I let Simon off my lap. He cradled me to his chest, and Simon jumped off the stone wall and trotted close behind. Simon didn't like Valpar much. He was nipping at Valpar's pants as we walked through the courtyard, instead of taking a bite out of the flowers he wasn't supposed to eat.

It was hard to stay mad at Valpar. I'm sure it was the bond at work. Mom would get mad at Dad often, but it wasn't long before he was making her smile with just a touch of his hand on her arm or whispering dirty things in her ear.

Yeah, they were really dirty things, too.

That's when I would go to my room and read about other people doing dirty things.

Unfortunately, I couldn't hide from Valpar. The way he held me in his arms and scouted the area for anyone coming our way was a small hint of that. Even with his long strides and his constant alertness, he would dip his giant head to take a strong whiff of my hair, and I thanked the Goddess that I actually washed it today.

Sometimes, this girl is lazy.

Valpar continued to take us deeper into the garden until it opened up into a wide area of the lawn. The grass, meticulously cut short, lacked the presence of any trees or flowers, leaving a barren landscape. Normally, it served as a picturesque spot for picnics during parties, joyous tea celebrations, and hosting lively yard games. However, this time, it lay in a mess that would have Aunt Melina clutching her dress. Tents were haphazardly pitched and cluttered the area. The once-enormous bonfire was now smoldered, its flames on the verge of extinction, emitting a faint crackle. The air was heavy with the acrid scent of burnt wood and lingering smoke. Amongst the chaos, weapons lay strewn carelessly across the grass. The worst part was a gruesome sight when I saw a half-eaten boar that continued to rotate on a spit above the dwindling fire.

Poor piggie.

I guess the orcs were having a lot of fun while they stayed.

"We can't stay here," Valpar grumbled and had me sit on a leather chair next to a tent. It was large enough to fit Valpar and three other orcs. It was made of brown leather and the bedding looked like plush fur, giving it a cozy feel.

I leaned over and peeked inside, revealing a treasure trove of warmth and comfort - an abundance of furs and blankets adorned the interior. Soft, fluffy fur lined the walls, providing a sumptuous backdrop, while a variety of thick, velvety blankets were scattered and not yet made.

I was instantly drawn to it. It was like an invitation for me to sink in and indulge in ultimate fluffy coziness.

Instantly, I jumped off the chair and scrambled inside while he rooted for a bag on the other side of the tent.

"This is awesome!" I yelled from the inside. It was soft, and the underside of the fur blankets, where the leather was, equally so. The furs were warm, much warmer than the silky blankets I usually slept on. I rubbed my face in it and burrowed my body inside.

That's it, I'm never leaving.

"This is my burrow now, I have claimed it for my own," I whispered and took in deep breaths. It didn't smell like the wood or the stink of animals—it smelled like Valpar. And he just smelled like… a man. No, an orc. He smelled like a clean orc? No, he smelled like forest rain. Yeah, he smelled like clean forest rain. Like a fresh beasty.

"Miresa, what are you doing?" Valpar whispered.

"It's so soft. How do you get it so soft? And it smells just like you." I took a large inhale.

I groaned and wiggled deeper into the furs. Gah, this was better than Uncle Osirus' beds. Shh, don't tell him that.

"We can't stay here. The tribe will be back. I will not let them come near you—" Valpar said quickly, still packing the bag. "Come out and I will pack our bedding." He grabbed his crotch and held out his hand.

Huh.

I shook my head and huffed in annoyance. "Why? What's wrong with seeing the tribe?"

Was he ashamed of me?

Wouldn't be the first time someone hid me because they didn't want to be seen with me.

I sat up from the furs and wrapped one of them around me. I sniffed it, breathing in deeply. Why did he have to smell so good?

That cursed bond.

Just because we were mates doesn't mean I have to do everything he said. Even if he made my lower lady parts cry.

And she was crying, like a lot. I was surprised he hadn't noticed.

Then again, he had licked my leg earlier.

I decided to let him win for now, so crawled out of the tent and sat in the chair. I hunched over, resting my elbows on my knees, and rubbed my nose.

Valpar—if that was his name, could be lying about claiming me too then, couldn't he? Especially since a human can't feel the bond as strongly.

"Miresa, what is wrong?" Valpar came closer, his tunic still ripped and his pants wrinkled.

His face went soft when he kneeled. He hesitated to touch me with his gigantic hands even though he carried me from the palace down to the courtyard.

I rubbed my lips together and let my toes tickle the grass beneath my feet. "Do you not want me to meet your tribe? Why can't I meet them?"

Valpar huffed and stood, his back retreating. Then, he took off his shirt and I forgot the question entirely. His back was… nice.

I wanted to sink my fingernails into it and run them down his green skin. It was muscular, but not overly so. I liked the softness it held but there was strength there. I knew because I'd felt him hold me in those muscular arms. He turned and I saw his torso. He wasn't as defined as the other orcs I had seen from a distance, and I liked that he was different.

I licked my lips and I waited for him to remove his pants, but he ran his claws through his messy hair, opening and closing his mouth over and over again.

That was okay. I was enjoying the view I had.

As I sat there, my clit pulsed with desire, aching for attention. With a quick shift of my legs, I felt some relief. It was just enough to soothe the ache, but made me want more.

Finding moments alone had been challenging living with my parents. They were always present, their heightened senses making me paranoid about any lingering scent. But now, in this open space, a gentle breeze was moving, and it could carry away the trace of my arousal.

And I couldn't help but think... Valpar's fingers grazing over his chest, tracing the jagged landscape of scars. Visions flooded his mind: the clash of steel against steel, the thunderous thuds of his enemy's weapons, his giant roar. The thought of him standing tall, wielding a sword or a club, braving the odds to protect the land that I could now stand on.

Oh gods, I was getting far too… turned on.

I let out a whimper, and Valpar jerked his head toward me. I had paid so much attention to the upper part of his body I didn't look below the waist—

"My little fairy," he groaned. "Your scent."

Oopsie.

Valpar's chest heaved as he stared at me with a mixture of confusion and desire. My cheeks flushed red, and I quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed for being caught with my scent.

What do I do?

His pants were tented, revealing a hint of his little orc , and it was clear that he enjoyed catching my scent.

Underneath those pants, oh cheese and crumbs, it was way bigger than what I had accidentally seen of my dad.

What does he feed that thing?

I bit my lip nervously, unsure of what to do or say. Sure, I'd read books, but none of the women in there had an orc for a mate.

He had a third leg.

My lady hole can't fit that.

Does he have to put it in there, right now?

Before I could gather my thoughts, Valpar took a step towards me, his long bamboo stick aiming right at me, as he knelt down.

He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "My little fairy," he said softly, his eyes burning into my skin. "I do not want the tribe to look at you, or even smell you. I do not want them to take you from me." He gritted his teeth.

"What?" I panted, when I felt his hands part my legs. My short dress was no match, and I knew he could see straight into my silky, damp underwear.

"You are my miresa," he took in a deep breath and lowered his head. "In your time living in Bergarian, you must know how males are possessive over females, yes?" He emitted a low, menacing growl, his hot breath caressing my skin as it traveled up my leg, igniting a fiery sensation between my thighs.

My head fell back, and I let out a soft whimper.

"Orcs are alphas." He licked the inner part of my left knee.

Oh, dragon eggs .

"My tribe will be jealous of me. Try to take you for themselves and delay our bonding. I. Will. Not. Let. Them."

Valpar's warm, wet tongue glided slowly along my bare leg, sending heat to my should-be no-no zone. I could feel the tickle of the rough skin of his cheek, as he playfully nuzzled his nose against the delicate fabric of my underwear. Inhaling deeply, he savored the scent that came from between my thighs.

"Mmm, my miresa. I want to bury my face here."

Um, please!

I was no longer thinking how angry I was before, that he almost left me because he was so stubborn, or that he wanted to hide me from everyone.

Nope, not one bit.

All I could think about was him relieving this ache that pulsed between my legs. And his face, his tongue… it was right there.

I bit my cheek so I didn't say anything embarrassing, because that would be something I would do. None of those other women in the books say anything, they just took it. Allowed a man to have their way with them, but—

I couldn't hold it in.

"Are you supposed to sniff it?" I squeaked, wiggling in his arms. "And is it supposed to feel like this?!"

Valpar's big hands engulfed my thighs easily, pinning me to my seat as held me still. He groaned, and the vibrations ran up my inner thigh.

He hummed. "How does it feel, my little fairy?"

I bit hard on my cheek, drawing blood. I felt everything. Fire, electricity, magic pricking my nipples and soaking my core.

I was so wet. What if he thought I peed?

Before I could answer, Valpar cupped my butt-cheeks and tipped my hips up like he was burying his face in a cupcake batter bowl. He rubbed his nose over my underwear, and I gripped his thick hair so I didn't fall over.

Valpar snarled into my thighs, his claws digging into my cheeks. I let out a cry that could be mistaken for pain, but deep-fried fudge, I wanted more.

Simon yelled his loud baaaa, and I heard his hooves charge across the grass and straight into Valpar's hip. He didn't move. He continued to rub his cheek, face and nose between my legs.

Simon didn't let up. He continued to back up and charge, but I was too lost in the sensations, and too excited at the new experience my body was feeling. Vapar was becoming bolder, more excited, grunting and rooting like he was a wild boar.

My grip tightened in his hair, as his large tooth caught on my dress. I heard it rip and gasped, as his hand gripped my waist to keep me in place.

Valpar's hands clenched on my hip, holding me as Simon charged towards us again. I could feel his hot breath on my skin and the sensation of Valpar's tongue flicking over my underwear, and it was almost too much to handle.

He hasn't even licked me yet.

Shouldn't we have kissed first before all this?

I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan as Valpar continued to tease me with his tongue. His hands slid up my back, pulling me closer to him. The night wind blew by, cooling my flushed skin.

Valpar lifted his head and looked at me hungrily, his yellow eyes beaming. "You smell so good, I cannot wait any longer," he growled before diving back between my legs.

As soon as his tongue touched me again, all rational thoughts flew out of my head. It was like every nerve in my body was on fire, every touch sending sparks through me.

His sharp teeth pulled at my underwear, ripping and tearing as his tongue slipped through the holes of the fabric. "You taste so good," he mumbled into my thigh and his tongue slipped over that bundle of nerves I'd been too afraid to play with.

I let out a high-pitched gasp, then my eyes widened, because I saw my uncle and aunt coming down the palace steps in the distance.

Goddess above!

"Valpar!" I breathed, tapping his head, holding back a moan. "Please!"

His tongue flattened against me, sucking onto my clit.

I slapped my hand over my mouth and used my leg to push his shoulder. That only encouraged him, moving his shoulders closer to my body.

"St-ah-ah!"

But Valpar was relentless, his grip on my waist tightening as he continued to pleasure me. His tongue flicked back and forth over my sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through me.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek, trying to hold back the wave of sheer bliss that was going through my body. I was…going to do something. It was the climax, the orgasm. Oh Goddess, I was going to come.

Valpar paused, his head tilted to check his surroundings, and he groaned.

He flicked my clit again and my body jolted. His lips wrapped around it and sucked, pulling and dragging while his lower teeth dug into my thighs. I thrust my chest up as I rode his face until I slumped back into the chair.

Valpar's lips caressed my quivering thighs, his warm breath tickling my skin. The sound of my rapid heartbeat drowned out any potential embarrassment as waves of pleasure washed over me. His gentle kisses trailed along my thighs. With a slow and deliberate movement, he lowered my dress, covering my hips. As he rose, he pulled my hands from his hair and ran his own fingers effortlessly through it.

My body was still putty. I was done for.

"Hi," I panted.

Suddenly, Simon let out a loud bleat and charged towards Valpar again. This time, Valpar caught him by the horns and kept him still. He pulled away from me, looking up at me with a mischievous grin before standing up and adjusting his pants.

He still had a very apparent desire for me.

Do I grab it, or —?

Valpar's head darted to the distance and the palace. "We must go," he growled and picked up a bag of his supplies.

His log brushed against my leg when he pulled me to his side, and he tore down his tent in a rush.

My heart was still pounding in my post-pleasure glow. I didn't think to question what was happening, I just watched as he quickly and efficiently packed up his tent in record time. He folded, rolled and shoved it into a large satchel and threw it over his back.

"Come, female." He lowered himself and perched me over his forearm. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my face leaned into his.

His face was still wet from—me.

Valpar grunted, heading west of the courtyard, away from his tribe's camp, and the king and queen.

"Be my good female and keep quiet. I will reward you with my face between your legs again." My cheeks flushed at his words, but I couldn't deny the tingling sensation that spread through me at the thought of him pleasuring me again. I nodded, keeping my mouth shut.

He studied the footpath in front of him, checking the lay of the land as we passed all the tents and layout of the camp.

Orc laughter came to my left, where they were returning from the ball and my excitement rose. I could talk to his brother. Really make sure Valpar wasn't fooling me.

But, with my mind still muddled from the pleasure my mate had given me, and the thrill as he raced us across the yard, all my thoughts were fleeting. Because we were running out of places to escape.

He isn't gonna jump over that, is he?

Valpar held me tightly as he stepped up on the stone wall and looked briefly onto the other side. A grass slope greeted us on the other side.

"You're not gonna…"

Valpar jumped! Just moments later, he landed two-footed on the incline, perfectly balanced as he adjusted to the weight of his bag and me. His feet slid through the grass, my grip on him tightened, and then he groaned as my tiny mandarin oranges barely squished into his face.

"Miresa, I cannot see!" he growled and pulled me away from his face.

"Tree! Tree! Tree!" I chanted loudly.

The large tree came into view had pixies screaming in terror as Valpar and I went barreling towards them. We weren't slowing down, and I didn't know if that was part of his plan or—-

I screamed again, knowing very well that humans do not heal at rapid speeds like everyone else in this realm. Valpar let go of his bag and pulled me to his chest, tucking me into his body as his side skidded further down the hill.