13. Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Calliope

As soon as I heard the rhythmic clicking of Simon's hooves on the smooth stone floor, my eyes flew open. The sound echoed through the room, piercing the silence. I watched Simon's sleepy movements as he made his way towards the bathroom, his hooves softly tapping against the hard surface.

He was potty trained, so I didn't have to worry about taking him outside. It weirded out Dad, but let's face it, Simon climbing down a tree in the middle of the night worried me, and just dropping poo from a tree on an unsuspecting animal or person would be downright disturbing.

Simon was smart, so teaching him to use the toilet was the right thing to do.

Simon stared at the closed bathroom door and tilted his head to look back at me.

When we first wandered into the main room of the cave, I knew this place was built as a guest house for the palace. I'd been here once before when I was younger, and it looked almost exactly the same. They sealed it a few years later, after Melina complained she would rather have people come stay with her.

Simon huffed in annoyance seeing the door was shut. "I don't know, buddy, maybe Valpar is in there. Remember, he gets grumpy when he's constipated."

Simon huffed and we walked around the room. If I remembered correctly, there was a door that led deeper into the unfurnished parts of the cave. Simon could wander around back there and maybe find a corner to go in. He would just have to be like a regular goat.

As we ventured deeper into the cave, our eyes fell upon the colossal door, its hinges encrusted with rust and burdened by its weight. With a strained effort, I tugged at its handle, and the door emitted a mournful groan. A gentle gust of wind whispered through the opening, sending shivers down my spine as my dress fluttered in the cold air.

"What do you think? Can you do your business in there?" Simon sniffed and walked in. I kept the door open so he could return, but he trotted down the cave toward a light at the far end of the winding passage, which suggested there was moonlight somewhere in there.

I shrugged my shoulders, left the door cracked so he could return and headed back into the main room of the cave. That was when I heard a grunt coming from the bathroom.

Oh, maybe he ate too much meat.

I'd heard Uncle Osirus talk about orcs eating a ton of meat and not enough veggies, when they come to these balls. He always had to ask the dragon shifters to bring in the cows and steers from up in the mountains. The big boar over the fire must be an animal they caught on the way up here.

Another groan came from the bathroom, but this time, a whisper of my name was there.

Is he thinking about me while he's pooping?

I tiptoed closer to the door and leaned my ear against it. There was movement on the other side, grunts and heavy breathing.

That must be one big—

"Calliope. Yes," he growled lowly.

I stood up straight and put my hand to my chest.

Oh, oh! He was not pooping, but doing the nasty in the bathroom.

And he didn't invite me!

Aren't we supposed to be mates? Isn't that my job to help him? You know, take care of his male parts? I've read about women taking care of men, but my experience was non-existent.

I put my ear back up to the door, because hearing my name on his lips was doing something to my body. It gave me the tingles from my nipples down to my pussy.

Cheese and crumbs, I wish I had enough confidence to just knock on the door, better yet, open the barrier between us and demand to help him.

But I wasn't there yet.

What if it was different looking? Everyone in the realm wondered what an orc thing looked like.

Valpar groaned again, and I cupped my breast with one hand, while the other trailed down my hip and between my legs. This was so hot and so steamy I couldn't stand it.

Oh, to be denied for so many years, and finally I could explore my sexual desires.

Shut up, Calliope, you sound ridiculous.

"Yes, female, so tight," he whispered harshly.

I nibbled on my lip, delicately circling my finger around my clit, yearning to replicate the sensation of Valpar's tongue. But it fell short. I craved his touch, the real thing.

I let the visions come, of how he roughly handled me, grabbing my hips and pulling me into his mouth, and how he wore my thighs like earrings until I felt myself build that amazing sensation. I heard Valpar's restrained grunt, and splashes hitting the floor.

And it kept coming.

He kept coming.

Goddess, how much does an orc come?

I couldn't finish, I was too much in awe of how much I heard hit the floor.

The sink turned on, my heart pounded in my chest, and I raced away from the door. I would not get caught, not yet.

I practically ran back to the bed, with my body on fire. It was like a different type of ache, and I needed relief badly.

Goddess, how much did an orc come? Was it the same as humans? Did he produce more because he's bigger?

Darn those romance books not talking about orc come.

I threw the furs over my body, rubbing my thighs together in an effort to quell the ache. But it only seemed to make it worse.

I waited for Valpar to open the door, but he never did. Instead, I heard him groaning again.

Goddess, is he doing it again?

Maybe I should just go back and knock on the door. Maybe he'll let me help him finish. Maybe he will do things to me—like he said he would.

Then fear took over. What if Karma was right? What if he was my babysitter?

I didn't want to be someone's problem. I didn't want to force him to do things to me but—I'm so needy right now.

I was lying on the bed, my hand rubbing roughly between my legs. But it was not enough. It was never enough when I thought about Valpar. I'd never had anyone look at me the way he did, and talk to me, not treat me like I would break.

He wanted me so ferally. And I wanted more of those grunts between my legs.

Cheesus. What was wrong with me?

I rubbed my fingers over my clit, beneath the blanket, too afraid to emerge and knock on the door. I continued feeling the wetness gather on my fingers until I dipped them inside. I hadn't explored myself, and I was excited to have a chance to as I pushed a finger inside.

I bit my lip, pushing it deeper and found a slightly rougher area, and I rubbed there several times, until I arched my back and threw my breasts out.

That's the spot.

I continued to rub it, inserting another finger. It was tight, but I knew I needed to stretch myself. Valpar was big. If I was going to have him inside me one day, I needed to make some room, right? He had to claim me at some point. What if he couldn't get in?

What if he had to force it inside?

The thought of that made me impossibly wetter.

"Mmhm, Valpar."

I felt my body seize and that delightful high reached its peak. I continued to pump my fingers, using my hips to pretend I was riding his… thing . Whatever it looked like.

I panted, now hot under the furs. I was tired, and the door left open for Simon to get back in made it colder. To make my body temperature even, I stuck one foot out, as my eyes grew heavy.

I hoped next time Valpar would make the move again. After hearing Karma's words, I didn't know if I ever wanted to make the first move. I didn't want to be a burden. I didn't want him to be just the human-sitter because I annoyed everyone.

I really wanted to believe he was my mate, that we were meant for each other.

I sniffed, taking in the deep breaths of the blankets he wrapped me in. He was sweet, taking care of me even after I went to bed without him. I just couldn't help myself. I was just so tired… and he made me feel so safe.

I yawned, and I felt the wetness between my legs drying.

I should clean up, but that would require me to get out of bed, use the bathroom and—I wasn't about to do that.

The shower turned on and I saw steam coming out from beneath the door. I hummed and laid my head back down on the pillow.

Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll get washed up.

Valpar

I couldn't believe what I had just heard outside of my door. My little human was touching herself. The sounds she made were like music to my ears, making my cock hard again. I had just finished emptying my shaft, trying to be as quiet as possible so she wouldn't hear me. But it seemed like she was too lost in her own pleasure to notice.

Goddess, she was driving me crazy.

I wanted nothing more than to burst through that door and take her for myself. But I couldn't do that, not yet. I had to win her over, prove myself and gain the trust of the female.

But hearing her moan and knowing what she was doing to herself was too much for me to handle. My hand automatically went down to my aching cock, again as it swelled, stroking its large bumps slowly as I listened.

I could imagine her lying on the bed, her hand between her legs, fingers working furiously on that tight little pussy of hers. And all of it was because of me. It had to be. The way I licked her cunt, how I tasted her this night. How could she forget it?

It took all of my willpower not to go over there and finish her off myself. But then I heard something new, a squelching sound, that made my shaft grow even more.

She was soaked, wetting my furs, letting it all seep deeply into the leathers. I would always smell her in our bedding.

I took a deep breath, pumping my shaft furiously, and watched my seed continue to drip down my length and onto the floor.

My sack was heavy. It continued to fill, ready to fill her, to fill her womb. I wasn't ready to fill her with orclings, I wanted just her. All to myself. To not share her with the realm.

My sack slapped against my thighs as I grew harder, then my miresa let out a squeak and my body shook as I held in my roar. My seed splattered against the tub as it shot out of my body, coating the marble. It landed with a loud noise, but I was too lost in my pleasure to care.

I turned on the shower and rinsed off my seed. The only smell I wanted was my miresa, so I quickly rinsed, grabbed my cloth, and wrapped it around my waist. Normally, I would sleep with no cloth, but since my miresa has never seen an orc's shaft—at least she better not have, and I growled at that thought alone—it was best to remain covered.

I opened the door, and her soft snores filled the room—along with her arousal. I took in deep breaths and my sack fills again. It pointed straight out, moving my cloth. The cloth we wore kept our thighs open for effortless movement of our legs and was just enough to cover our shafts and backsides. When we were hard, however—

Bassza, how did one not have this thing in the way all the time?

I went to my bag of supplies and pulled out leather straps for binding wood. I took the softest ones, the most used, and tugged on them, shaking my head. I would not scare my miresa, especially as young-looking as she was.

I took my shaft and pointed it downwards. I winced and groaned as I strapped it to my leg, to keep it from sticking out.

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.