20. Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Calliope

Four days passed, and he hadn't touched me in places I wanted to be touched.

He hadn't brushed my pink fairy bits with his tongue, and I was really missing it.

I was starting to believe that Karma's words are true, that Vapar didn't see me as his mate, anymore.

I'd become just a human companion or cuddle toy.

Valpar's words were strong. He claimed I was his mate and would hold me tight in the night, but he kept my body covered, and he has yet to show me his mini orc .

He hasn't ventured between my thighs again, and I longed for it. I've been so turned on by just the small things he does. How he bends over, how he changes the furs, the way he takes care of me in the smallest of ways that no one else had but, I was selfish and wanted more.

Isn't that what mates do? They do more, right?

And I needed more.

Each morning, Simon brought in the basket full of supplies. Inside it would be filled with food and clothing for me. The clothing Aunt Melina sent didn't leave much to the imagination. I loved it. It made me feel pretty, and I liked to spin around as I'd show it off to Valpar. He just looked at me, stared at me with the hunger in his eyes he had had the first night we met, but he'd never take action.

I've often attempted to seduce him, mirroring the women in the books which I devoured. I'd softly place my hand on his thigh as we have picnics outside. I even delicately traced my fingers across his chest as he held me in the darkness of the night. When he held so still, I would press my lips against his warm skin, but then he would swiftly maneuver me, positioning my back against his chest, leaving me powerless, unable to make any further advances.

And it hurt.

Karma's words buried deeper.

Aunt Melina had gotten bolder with each basket. One holding a black loin cloth for Valpar. I guessed it was supposed to be lingerie for an orc. He was utterly confused at first and I pushed him to the bathroom to put it on, but he refused, saying it was too short to wear.

Such a party pooper.

Maybe it is because the mini-orc is too long and I'd see it poking out.

I'll never know because I will never see it.

This morning Aunt Melina sent tea, a special drink for males. Each night he is to drink it to prevent pregnancy. When I told Valpar he needed to take it for when we bonded to each other, his dark-green face turned lime-green.

It was then I realized that there was something very, very wrong.

And that something was me.

My mood turned sour after that. I'd had enough trying to coax him into wanting me. I didn't care to look at him and didn't care to talk to him. He went on with his tasks the rest of the morning. Cleaning up the cave, making me food that I refused to eat, and that only made him more anxious.

"Female, you must eat," he growled when he picked me up from the bed and sat me on his lap. "Why won't you eat? You will become too thin."

Like it mattered. He wouldn't touch me, anyway.

"Why don't you go hit a tree or something? That might make you feel better," I muttered.

Valpar raised a brow and turned me so that I was straddling him. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Aunt Melina packed my underwear as well. It was a thong, but it still covered the part that really needed attention.

That. He. Won't. Touch.

"Eat," he growled again.

I opened my mouth, took the food he offered and chewed. Slowly.

It was like he was a step above my parents. He was attentive, affectionate but not overly so, he talked to me but that was where it ended. He was my mate that wouldn't go further with me because… I didn't know why.

Just like everyone else in the realm, I put him off.

Was it how I acted? The way I looked? Did I stink?

I discreetly sniffed my armpits while he took a bite of his own food.

Do my lady bits?

That would be more awkward to sniff but I was a super clean person. Maybe he wanted it shaved. It was neatly trimmed down there but maybe he was a clean pussy kinda orc.

Once the food on my plate was done, he sat me back on the bed and wrapped a blanket around me, and I watched him clean up.

He was annoyingly sexy, and I couldn't even get a bite out of that scrumptious butt he had.

It was like a large biscuit. Soft, yet firm.

I clicked my teeth together.

Valpar glanced back at me. His eyes narrowed when I let the blanket slip, and maybe the strap from my dress fell a little, too.

Yeah, you like that, my big green giant?

Valpar cleared his throat and came toward me. "I need to step out. Will you be alright if I go alone?"

I stared at him for a moment. Valpar had done this several times throughout the day. He would go out, maybe twenty minutes, and come back inside several times a day. He'd be slightly sweaty but took a towel to wipe himself off. He was never dirty, even after he punched the heck out of the trees outside.

He told me orcs had repellant skin, that they didn't have to bathe often, and didn't have odor either. Lucky them.

My guess, he was punching trees outside. Valpar said orcs were active creatures and need to expel a lot of energy. They do that by pounding, hitting and other things . Things he wouldn't explain.

I'd let him pound me if he would just…

"Sure," I shrugged my shoulders as I wrapped myself in the blanket and reached across the bed for one of the romance novels that Aunt Melina kept putting in the baskets. I huffed out a long sigh and didn't look back when Valpar let out a sigh of his own.

If he had any sort of brain in his head, he would know something was wrong. Which, I think he did, but he didn't have the communication skill to express it.

And I had never been in a relationship before, so I don't know how to bring it up, other than sitting on his face while he was sleeping and letting him suffocate on my little fairy parts.

I didn't know how many times I'd asked what was wrong. After the third day, I gave up.

Once his footsteps were gone, Simon hopped up on the bed, carrying a tiny compact mirror. When I looked into it, I didn't see my reflection, but Melina's.

"Hey, favorite, why the long face?" she asked sweetly.

Communication mirrors were common for royals to use. A witch had to cast a spell on a mirror in the royal palace and then smaller mirrors could pull magic from the main mirror to be used in them. To my knowledge, my aunt and uncle didn't like to do that unless it was necessary, so I was a little surprised that I could see Aunt Melina.

I shrugged my shoulders, my head lying on the pillow. "Why are you calling? Is something wrong? Are my parents okay?"

Melina shook her head. "Everyone else is fine, Calliope. It's you that I'm worried about. You know there are eyes all around the forest, and it sounds like Valpar is being too tender with you, isn't he? My little light isn't shining as bright." Aunt Melina tried to console me further.

I nodded, sadly. "He was fine the first day. He's great, very thoughtful and nice and…

"He isn't the barbarian you saw the first day, hmm?" Melina quirked her eyebrow.

I sniffed. "Maybe there is something wrong with me. You know, like always." It wasn't a secret people didn't like to hang out with me. Either because I was human, or I liked to play too much.

If my nemesisis wouldn't get in my head, I don't think I'd be so worried. How many isis should there be in there anyway?

Melina's face morphed into anger. "I think your uncle had something to do with that, and I'm sorry. You know how protective he is of you, how we are all protective of you, but you are stronger than all of us. I think it's time we bring out the big guns, love."

I quirked a brow. "The big guns?"

Melina waved a hand in front of her face. "It's a saying. Anyway, you know that big door with the chair in front of it?"

I glanced over to the other side of the cave. Valpar put that big chair in front of it. He only went in there to get fresh blankets, but closed it and placed the chair back before I could even look inside.

"Have Simon help you move it, and this is what you are going to do." Melina smiled and rubbed her hands together mischievously.

I giggled. Oh goodie.

The idea was so dirty I would have never thought of it myself. That is why everyone should have an Aunt Melina.

There was this chest, full of dicks. A chest-o-dicks. Literally, a chest of dicks. There were so many colors, sizes and… well, textures.

Which one do you freaking pick?

Melina told me to pick a plain one, one that resembled more of a humanoid penis. At least I knew what that looked like.

She said it would give Valpar a complex if I picked some big, funky colored one.

The one I picked was about the size of—well, I didn't have anything to compare it to. I'd never seen one close up. It wiggled when I held it and then when I walked it stared at me. It had a suction at the bottom of it.

Where the heck does that go? The floor? The wall?

I tilted my head and started bobbing it. That would be cool.

Peaches and cream. This was not normal. Do real ones feel like this too? Do they wobble like this?

Melina warned me that this was close to the real thing, but not quite. A real one feels better. They are warm, they get harder and she said I would have to figure it out for myself. She also said she'd never seen an orc dilly, so she didn't know what I was getting into.

I just had to perform, and hopefully, I would get some action from Valpar. This was just an appetizer.

I walked out of the closet, holding the vibrating dildo in front of me.

Cheesus.

Simon let out a noise, trotted out of the cave and looked behind to check on me several times before disappearing.

"Right. Let's get to it, then."

I laid down on the bed, taking off every bit of my clothes. If I was going to do this, please myself, put myself out there for Valpar, I was going to do it the right way.

Right, what do I do first? My mind drew a blank until I switched my mind and tried to think, what would I want Valpar to do right now.

All the things. I wanted him to do all the things.

I closed my eyes first and then I started playing with my nipples. I didn't like how small they were, but I loved how sensitive the little parts of me were. I instantly reacted when his face flashed in my mind, thinking of him putting his mouth on me.

I moaned, wanting to prolong the feeling, but I was already needy. I was so hungry, so deprived for days. If Valpar walked in here and wouldn't give me what I wanted, I at least needed to have one blissful bit of pleasure to myself.

My other hand traveled lower, not a bit sorry that I was doing this alone, even though I had a mate outside. I was done waiting. Now that I'd had a taste of how my body could feel, I wanted more.

My finger became coated, and I jerked into my hand when I found pleasure rubbing the small bundle of nerves side to side.

My other fingers reached between my folds. I was already wet, the furs beneath me becoming damp.

I whimpered.

I wasn't going to need the lube Aunt Melina said would be beside the bedside table.

No, too far gone for that. I stuck in one finger, loving the feeling. I haven't had much else inside, and I wanted another. Two fingers, and then three. My fingers were slender. I knew three fingers weren't that much of a stretch. I'd just like to wish it was.

Just so Valpar could at least stick the tip of his cock inside me.

I moaned, wishing so much to feel him there. The heat of his body above me, for him to want me the way I wanted him.

But he wasn't here.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I surrendered to the vividness of my imagination. His hands, strong and possessive, caressed every inch of my body, leaving a trail of electric sensations in their wake. I could almost feel the soft pressure of his lips as they traced a tantalizing path from the nape of my neck, down to the curve of my shoulders. His warm breath created a delicious contrast against my skin, igniting a fire deep within me. The intensity of the moment consumed me, as my heart raced and my senses heightened, lost in the intoxicating fantasy of his touch.

I thrust my fingers in and out of my pussy, trying to replicate the feeling of his cock inside me. I was wet and warm and ready for him.

But he still wasn't here.

The frustration built up inside me, and I took a risk, reaching for the dildo with a vibrator option beside me. My fingers shook as I turned it on and pressed it against my clit. My whole body jolted at the sensation, and I let out a loud moan. It was as if he was there with me, pleasuring me himself.

I closed my eyes, my back bowed, and I felt my release coming. "Valpar!" I cried and pushed my fingers deeper inside me while the vibrator tickled my clit. My fingers were coated in the heat of my arousal and I panted, but I wasn't tired, not in the least.

I wanted more. I slid the tip inside. It was smaller than the other things inside the chest, but this one was stretching me.

I winced, and then a roar came from across the room.

"FEMALE!"

I froze, my fingers still inside me, but I took the vibrating dildo away from my body. A low growl rumbled through the room, and I turned to see Valpar standing there, his eyes blazing with fury and desire.

His muscular chest heaving as he took in the scene before him. I could feel his eyes on me, drinking in every inch of my exposed body. But I couldn't move. I was frozen in shock.

Like, duh, you knew you were gonna get caught, Calliope, it shouldn't be a shock.

Valpar took a step towards me, his gaze never leaving mine. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice rough with emotion.

I couldn't form any words. My body was screaming for release and yet at the same time was paralyzed with fear of what Valpar was going to do.

He took another step closer, his eyes darkening with lust as he saw the tears forming in mine.

Valpar climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over mine. "I have… neglected you?" It came out in the form of a question rather than a statement.

I nodded. "You don't touch me anymore." I whispered. "Mates touch each other. Love each other."

Valpar hung his head.

"Bassza!"