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21. Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

Valpar

I've neglected my mate and that has been my fault. Now, she had taken matters into her own hands, by touching herself.

I am jealous of her fingers and of this thing she had near her cunt.

What in dark soil is that thing?

"I have another rule, you aren't to touch yourself," I rasped as I climbed up the bed, pinning my forearms against either side of her head.

My mate wrinkled her eyebrows, and a pout formed on her lips.

"You can't tell me what to do! You-you don't want to touch me!" she snapped, and trailed her fingers lower down her body.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled it in front of my face. Her fingers were wet, slick with the sweet arousal from her cunt. I took them into my mouth and licked them clean. Her eyes widened as she watched my tongue dive between the two fingers to get every drop.

Moon Fairy above, I had missed her taste. I'd missed touching her, hovering above her, watching her squirm beneath me. There was something animalistic seeing her as prey and I the predator. To take every innocent part of her and claim it as my own, like when we first met.

And then to learn of her past, bassza! I froze. I didn't want to hurt her…even when King Osirus said she does not want to be seen as fragile. How could I not, with a past like hers? I wanted to wrap her in the leaves of a dragon scale tree so she would never get a scrape or a scar or be hurt by the outside world.

A monster like me should not be mated to her. I could break her. Look how small she was.

Her hole was small. How would I stretch her without harm coming to her? I had second guessed everything I planned for her after knowing her past.

I groaned when her hand ran up my chest. My miresa's fingers grazing over my hardened nipples. I groaned at the sensation, my body betraying me despite my inner turmoil. Her touch ignited a fire within me, a primal need to claim her and make her mine.

How could I, a monster, be mated to someone as pure and innocent as her? I could break her with just one wrong move. How could she ever handle being with an orc like me?

She deserved much better, but I was a selfish monster.

I laid my body on top of her, but not so much that it suffocated her. My mind raced with doubts and fears. She watched me with concerned eyes, her hand still rubbing over my chest.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly. "Did I do something?"

"No," I replied gruffly. "It's just...you're so small."

She tilted her head in confusion. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"I will break you," I said, not able to meet her gaze.

Her hand moved from my chest to cup my cheek, forcing me to look at her. "You won't break me," she said firmly. "I am stronger than you think. Besides, I don't think the Goddess would have paired us if that were to happen?"

I wanted to believe her words, but a part of me knew the truth. Her hole was small. How would I stretch it enough for our mating? What if the spell broke? The thought made me feel sick to my stomach.

"I don't want to hurt you," I admitted, feeling vulnerable in front of her for the first time since we met. "I want to rut you into the bed, I worry I will have no control. I have been planning…"

It was partly true. How far could I go with my mate without having her break the spell placed on her head? I could give her all my brands but one, not completely branding her as mine. She would not know the difference. Orcs claimed differently than the rest of Bergarian.

The question was… could I hold my final brand back?

Her expression softened and she leaned in closer to me. "Tell me your plans," she said in a whisper that made my shaft twitch against her leg.

I took a deep breath, but that made my mouth water. Her arousal was thick and musty in the room, and I feared that the few minutes I was outside releasing my sack of seed was not enough.

"You need to be stretched, little fairy..."

Her breath hitched. "You know, I haven't even seen your stuff, yet. Is it bigger than this?" She reached for the small worm beside her and put it between us. It wiggled and then it vibrated.

I looked on in horror at the small, pink worm in her hand. I slapped it away and it flew to the floor, the vibration stopped. "What was that thing? And why was it near your cunt? What were you doing with it?" My tender voice reverted to dripping jealousy and I hovered over her once again.

She didn't fear me, instead she laughed and covered her face. "It's a dildo. It's like a copy of a male's penis!" She laughed, again. "And it has a little button so it can vibrate, too. A real penis can't do that. I was going to use it to help stretch me."

I reared my head back and stared at the worm on the floor. My miresa needed no such thing. My shaft was much larger, anyway, and would feel better in her body.

"You will never pleasure yourself again, especially with that!" I pointed to the floor. "I will be the only one that touches your cunt, do you understand?" My voice was laced with anger. I feared it could have been too much, but she quieted and nodded.

"Okay, but you have to touch me." She scowled. "Because you haven't touched me in days. How else am I going to get my needs met? You give me a taste and then leave me hanging. I can't handle that." My miresa crossed her arms and her tits were pushed upward. They are tiny, pink and are begging for my mouth to be placed on them.

I groaned, my hand sliding up her body and cupping them.

"You will take what I give you, my little fairy. You are not in charge."

She whimpered when I squeezed her tiny tit and I licked it, savoring the taste of her and incensing my hunger for her. I couldn't help but feel a sickening thrill as I considered the size difference between us and wondered if I could truly give her what she desired.

Her body responded to my touch, her hips pushing against mine, seeking more contact and friction. Her eyes were filled with a mix of apprehension and desire, her lips parted slightly, gasping for air.

I felt a renewed sense of determination, an urge to show her just how much I could give her, despite the monstrous nature I carried within me. A part of me wanted to prove that I could be gentle and tender, that I could be a good male to her, like I had tried the past few days.

I could still give us both pleasure, I just had to do it carefully.

As I continue to give attention to her tit, teasing it with my teeth and tongue, she shivered beneath me. My hand slid down her body, resting between her legs, feeling the dampness that has seeped between her soft skin. I knew she was ready, aching for my touch, and I was torn between the desire to claim her and the fear of hurting her.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, Valpar."

And there it was – the begging, her desperate need for me. It made me feel powerful, knowing that I held her desires in the palm of my hand.

I hesitated for a moment, then my fingers traced through the small curls, feeling the heat radiating from her body.

I was careful of my sharp claws as I continued to rub the outside of her cunt. I wanted to know every curve, every fold, every part of where the slick would soak.

The heat of my miresa's eyes were on me, as I stared at the lower part of her body in fascination. How dare she put that vile worm next to it.

"Was that worm real?" I snarled and gripped one of her legs, pushing it up near her shoulder.

She gasped and her face turned a pretty pink. "W-?"

"That worm next to your cunt? What was that again?"

"It's a dildo. They aren't real. It's for self-pleasure, when a male isn't around to—"

I lowered my head and snarled into her cunt, taking a tentative lick at the puckered hole just below it as well. She let out a scream and I snarled further, pushing the other leg to her shoulder, so I could take a look at her.

My miresa was displayed in front of me, her lower half completely exposed. Her face was red, she was panting and that made me feel taller than the trees outside.

"I am bigger than that worm. Did you know that?"

She shook her head.

"If you are going to take me, I'll need to stretch this pretty cunt much more than that." I took my finger, brought it to my mouth and licked the remnants of her arousal. Once I reached the tip, I broke off my black claw and spat it onto the floor. I ground it down with my tusk, smoothing down the edges.

My miresa watched me, as I did it to another finger and her legs slowly fell onto the bed.

"I didn't say you could let your legs rest. Hold them back to your shoulders," I commanded.

She squeaked and held herself open for me. My shaft, barely covered by my loin cloth wept, soaking the furs below us.

Once two of my claws were worn down enough, I placed kisses down her stomach, down the little patch of pink hair that I liked. My tongue flicked her clit, and she let out a throaty moan.

My eyes flicked to see her face. She bit her lower lip, her eyes locking onto mine once more. Good, she was watching, my brave little fairy.

And with that, my hands dipped lower, sliding beneath her waist, my fingers digging into her backside. She shivered beneath me, her breaths quickening as I slowly wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked.

As I stared at her, this delicate, small creature who had entrusted her body and soul to me, I felt a surge of protectiveness and desire. I wanted to claim her, to mark her as mine, but even I knew that I may never get that far.

With a deep breath, I forced my claws to stop trembling and focused on the task. I slid one finger into her wet entrance, feeling the tightness and heat that surrounded me.

Bassza! It would feel so good against my shaft.

"Mmm, you are so tight, little fairy. I have much work to do."

I pushed deeper, stretching her as much as I could. She winced, her walls pulsing around me but still, I felt the desire to give her more, to show her the full extent of what she was getting into.

Because this was nothing, nothing compared to what was to come.

Her body buckled slightly beneath me and her breaths became shallow as my finger moved inside her.

"Do you like me inside you?" I whispered, my voice low and husky.

She nodded, her eyes locked onto mine, a mixture of fear and anticipation playing in her gaze.

I pulled my finger out and thrusted it inside her several times. She whimpered softly. Inch by inch, I pushed deeper, my finger searching for the unimaginable depths within her. She let out a whimper, almost a cry, and I paused, ready to pull my finger away.

"No!" She grabbed my wrist and pulled me back inside her. "More, please more!"

"I hurt you," I growled. "What did I do?"

She shook her head, pulling my finger out and pushing it back in. "It feels good, please."

I slowly reinserted my finger, and she sighed.

As her body adjusted to the intrusion, she rose to meet my finger, her hips gyrating in synchronization with my movements.

I could feel her drum pounding against my chest as I decided to hover over her. I wanted her to feel like I truly was rutting her, even if it was from one of my fingers.

I thought of adding another finger, but with her cry of pain earlier, I thought the better of it.

A bit at a time, you fool. We have all the time in the world.

"More," she pleaded with me. My miresa wrapped her arms around my neck. "Please, more!"

I thrust my finger inside her, as my shaft continued to leak on the bed. There was no way I could get the friction I needed. I needed to release my seed, but first I would take care of her.

She screamed my name from her lips and my body shook with pride as I felt her cunt clamp onto my finger. I was too elated, too excited that one day her cunt would be mine and I could feel it around my shaft. Bassza, even just the head.

She panted, her arms letting go and fell to the bed. My shaft was hard, my sack heavy, and I pulled my finger from her body. As I quickly put it into my mouth, I tasted a tinge of metal on my tongue. When I looked down, I saw something I never wanted to see.

Red, tiny droplets of red surrounded the outside of her folds.

The drums in my heart beat wildly and I clutched my hand to my chest.

"Calliope?" I leaned down and got closer to her cunt to inspect it. I pulled back her folds and blood was smeared with her slick.

I wished there was a way to see inside her. I could not pry into her cunt with two fingers. One almost broke her in two.

Moon Fairy, my shaft will surely break her.

My miresa frowned. "You called me Calliope."

"It is your name! You are bleeding! Why is there blood? What have I done? I broke you!"

I jumped off the bed and ran to the cooking area. My shaft pointed outward and knocked over bottles and glasses from the table, while I searched for a towel and one of the baskets with a first aid kit.

As I rummaged through the now destroyed prepping area, I heard my mate calling my name, but I ignored her.

I hurt her!

A tiny hand slapped my backside. I stilled and turned, my shaft hitting her in the stomach.

"Oh my, that is quite large." Her eyes widened and her hand went out to touch it.

I pulled away and pushed it down the best I could. "Calliope, what are you doing? You are hurt. You should be in the furs. Here, let's go back. I will stop the bleeding. Come, please."

My miresa had a thin blanket wrapped around her, covering her breasts and slink down to her ankles. I could see the perfect outline of her body and my shaft did not get the message that I needed to take care of our female.

"You called me Calliope." She stuck out her lip. "You are supposed to call me your little fairy or miresa."

My shoulders slackened. Is this why she is upset? Not the bleeding?

"Miresa, you are bleeding." I pointed to her cunt.

She slapped my hand. "That's normal for a first time, you silly. You broke my hymen. Well, you stretched it. I'm pretty sure it was already broken because I've used tampons before, it's just that you got a big finger. And after seeing that big dilly you have, I'm pretty sure we have our work cut out for us." She tapped her chin. "You were great, by the way, ten outta ten!" She smiled up at me like I just handed her the moon.

"Little fairy." I knelt down in front of her and held her hands in front of me. "I made you bleed. I was too rough."

She shook her head again. "Did you not read that book? Have you not read about humans and their bodies?"

I looked away from her. "It has been a while."

"Then, can you trust me on this? You popped my cherry, you took my innocence, it's just a little barrier all women have. Some don't even have one." She patted my shoulder. "It just means you are doing your job, stretching me out. Don't be such a worrywart. If you want to go talk to Aunt Melina, you can. Just don't talk to Uncle Osirus." She leaned forward. "He's protective of me, and I don't think he wants to think of me as a woman yet."

I frowned and pulled her toward me, taking in her scent.

I did not like that she bled.

I did not like that I had hurt her.

I did like that I was the one that took this innocence that she talked about. I was the one that took it from her and would be the only one here after.

However…

"Miresa, what is a tam-pon? "

She backs away, her eyes wide. "Do…do you not remember that from the book, either?"

I shook my head.

"Do you remember the part where they talk about—" she leans forward again whispering into my ear, "periods?"

I shook my head. "That did not look very interesting."

My miresa groaned and slapped her forehead. "Cheese and crumbs."

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