34. Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Four

Calliope

I knew this forest like the back of my hand. The emerald green leaves danced in the gentle breeze, casting dappled partly-clouded moonlight upon the moss-covered ground. I leaped through the rustling bushes, their branches brushing against my skin, as the chirping of crickets filled the air.

The soothing sound of water trickling echoed through the forest, oblivious to what was coming. The earthy scent of damp soil and the fragrance of wildflowers filled my lungs, lightening my mood further. With each step, my heart raced, and a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins, propelling me further into the depths of the enchanting wood.

The whisps followed me as I slung my head back in laughter.

Valpar was going to be so mad.

After my Fairy Godmother told me how Valpar has held back for my sake, how he's taken care of me, to protect me from my past, I knew right there I had to break him. I felt this was for her own entertainment, though. She was an entity helping the Moon Goddess with this job she had to do, to give the orcs their mates. She needed the entertainment.

And heckers, I kinda liked the idea of poking the orc.

Overall, the Moon Goddess was helping me, a human, and a monster of a creature come together to be one.

A bond is a bond and with that power to bring two souls together, it didn't mean that we would fall in love. It most defiantly meant one day we could—should fall in love after being with one another for so long. And I was so utterly and irrevocably in love with him.

Valpar didn't know what love means, my Godmother told me, and it was a word I'd be happy to tell him once this chase was over with.

Another fun fact my Godmother elaborated on was that orcs loved to chase, just like any other animal in the Bergarian Realm. Now that I knew Valpar had really, really been holding back, I could unleash the Calliope .

It was the only way he could let out his frustration. He couldn't hit trees forever and we couldn't be doing the horizontal limbo every ten minutes. We could start a fire down there. He just needed a good roughing up, as Godmother said.

Somehow, I don't think a one-time chase will calm him down.

As my feet sank into the cool, rushing stream, the water splashed around me, creating a symphony of tiny droplets onto the rocks. In the distance, his mighty roar reached my ears sending shivers down my spine.

Despite Valpar's colossal size, there were no thunderous footsteps echoing through the dense forest. He moved with grace, like a silent predator. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and fear. This towering figure was not only massive, but also possessed the cunning of a seasoned hunter and warrior. I knew fully that he would outwit me before I even realized it, leaving me with no chance for escape.

And then, my panties were damp.

I darted to the right, trying to find a tree I could climb. He couldn't be that great at climbing. There's no way. I found the first one with a low enough branch and took my first step. The whisps helped me and I felt the wind blow up my dress.

I climbed higher and higher until I felt a warm hand grasp my ankle.

Aw, bummer, that wasn't a long chase.

"How did you find—" I turned around and look down to see Miss Sprinkle Tits pulling at my leg. "Ugh, what do you want, Ivy?" I scowled. "I'm busy."

"Did you chase off your orc friend with your nasty human puss? Looks like he didn't even mark you!"

Trees in the distance shook and I ground my teeth. I didn't want Valpar to win so easily, I wanted him to hunt a little more.

"No, I like to play hard to get. Something you wouldn't know about," I snapped.

The whisps fell below me, gathered around Ivy and pulled at her hair. They bonked her on the head and she turned back into her smaller form. They dragged her off, wailing and screaming. I grunted in annoyance because, now she'd given away my location.

Valpar jumped from the bushes, his chest heaving and his eyes wild. His hair was a mess and his body looked like it was vibrating with pent-up energy. I could see the smooshed flower petals on his arms and the smears of dirt on his face, evidence of his long angry run through the forest. His gaze locked onto mine, a mixture of determination and something else I couldn't quite decipher.

I could see the frustration in his eyes, the desire to finally catch me after I had eluded him. But there was something else there too, a glint of amusement, a spark of challenge that mirrored my own.

Valpar was not just a mindless beast; he was a warrior with a keen intellect and a playful spirit that matched my own. Even if he didn't want me to see it.

"Calliope," he growled, his voice low and guttural. "You thought you could evade me forever, little one?

I clung to the branch, trying to maintain a composed facade even though my heart raced at the sight of him. Valpar was a formidable orc, tall and powerful, with an air of primal strength.

As he stood below me, his muscular frame and intense gaze, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through me. This chase had been fun, but this party was about to get real.

"You are quick on your feet, Calliope," Valpar rumbled, his voice deep and gravelly. "But this time, there will be no escape for you."

"I was just testing your hunting skills," I retorted, my voice wavering slightly despite my best efforts to sound defiant. "Can't let you get rusty now, can we?"

He let out a rumbling laugh that echoed through the forest, causing the birds to take flight in a flurry of feathers. His eyes gleamed with a fierce light as he put his foot on the large root of the tree.

"You may be quick, little one," he said, as I felt his warm breath near my leg, "but I am quicker."

With a smirk playing on his lips, Valpar crouched down and then leaped up with a surprising agility for someone of his size. His hand closed around my ankle before I could move higher into the tree, and he pulled me easily, catching me before I fell.

I twisted and turned in his grasp, and he fell backward. I used all my agility to slip out of his hold. I landed gracefully on the forest floor on top of him. I could see the determination in Valpar's eyes intensify. He was enjoying this game as much as I was.

"I got you," he snarled as he sat up his nose landing into my neck.

"Not yet!" I sang and wiggled from his hold.

Unlike an orc, I had become sweaty, a slight sheen coating my skin. I wiggled down his stomach because his come was already coating between his thighs. He grunted and tried to grab me, but I slipped free and rolled on the ground next to him.

"Female," he growled, pounced and pinned me to the forest floor. The softness of the grass tickled my back and I panted, almost in defeat. I wiggled against him, his dick rubbing up against my leg. I felt the warmth of his come coating my legs.

I wanted to fight a little more, get him really wound up, but I was getting far too turned on and the rage in his eyes was dissipating. It was now turning into desire.

"Little fairy, you don't know what you have done."

I lifted my leg, running it up his shaft and let out a breathy moan. "I like it when you are rough with me, showing me how powerful you are."

As my fingers brushed against Valpar's skin, his eyes widened, reflecting the flickering light of the moon. The conflicting emotions danced across his face, accompanied by a subtle mix of scents - the faint aroma of burning wood and the underlying hint of desire. I could sense a fire within him, an intense longing to dominate. Like, really dominate me.

"You don't know what you unleashed, little fairy," he breathed, his voice low and husky.

I didn't back down, instead, I ran my hands over his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles and feeling the heat emanating from his powerful body.

"I know," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper, "and I want it—all of it."

His lips crashed down on mine, and I could taste the wildness of the chase in his kiss. It was as if every moment of pursuit and evasion had built up to this moment, and I reveled in the raw passion that consumed us both.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. I knew this was where we belonged – in each other's arms, lost in the heat of the moment.

With each thrust of his dick rubbing against my core I could feel his muscles flexing beneath my touch, and his growls of pleasure fill my ears.

"Mm, what I good male I have. Showing me how strong he is."

Valpar whined.

He damn whined.

And, yes, I used a bad word, but that was just all I could say.

My pussy gushed. It was downright dripping, mixing with his dick that was a constant drippy faucet any way.

"Be my big strong orc and make me come. I want to come hard. Can you make me come? Be rough with me."

Valpar lifted his right hand away and laid a hard smack on the side of my hip. I cried out feeling the surprise of the sting.

He spanked me, oh sweet baby Zeus, he spanked me.

"More, just like that. That felt so good. Give me more." I dug my nails into his broad, sinewy shoulders, feeling the tension of my body intensify. With a sudden burst of strength, he effortlessly flipped me over, the rush of adrenaline heightening my senses. I eagerly bent my knees, showcasing my backside, and in a swift motion, he ripped my lacy underwear away, the fabric tearing with a satisfying sound. As he firmly slapped my buttocks, the sharp smack reverberated through the surrounding trees. Every sensation, from the sting on my skin to the pulsating heat between my thighs, consumed me, leaving me craving more.

It stung more than I thought it would, but the sting was welcomed when he palmed it.

"Damn, it's becoming a deep shade of crimson," Valpar' whispered, gently cradling it in his palm as if it were a precious jewel, until his hand collided with it once more. A soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips.

He wore a sly smirk as his hand connected with my other cheek, eliciting a mix of pleasure and pain that escaped my lips in a cry. His movements shifted, positioning himself behind me, and the sound of his hand stroking himself was evident, clearly with his come sliding up and down his shaft. I could feel the weight of his throbbing desire pressing against my drenched folds, and I was ready to accept him.

"I'm taking you hard. You fucking ran off on me. I shouldn't let you come," he growled.

I plunged my fingers into the coarse, gritty dirt, feeling its rough texture against my skin. With every ounce of strength, I pushed my knees and arms forward, desperately trying to break free from his grasp. The sound of his menacing snarl echoed in my ears, shooting pleasure between my legs.

His razor-sharp claws sliced through the fabric of my clothing, creating loud tearing sounds. My body got caught in the grass, and with the recent rain I felt my limbs getting covered in the mud.

Valpar grabbed my ankles and pulled me back toward him. I heard his cock slap across his thigh. "And where do you think you're going, female? I'm not nearly finished," his voice had changed. It was deeper, guttural, more animal.

So hot!

My stomach fluttered and I think my pussy clamped down onto nothing.

Is that really a thing?

I giggled as I pretended to fight with him. It stirred him on. He manhandled me, trying to get a better grip, but the mud and dew on my legs made me slippery. It didn't help I had a heavy coat of lotion on either.

Valpar's growls grew louder and more desperate as he tried to maneuver me into the right position for the primal mating ritual he had going on. I wriggled and squirmed, feigning resistance, but deep down I craved the intensity of his dominance. He clenched his teeth, his eyes flashing with a wild hunger that caused my heart to race even more.

Finally, he managed to get a firm grip on me, his claws digging into my flesh as he yanked me onto his lap, impaling me with his throbbing erection. I cried out in both pain and pleasure and my body trembled uncontrollably. The sensation of him inside me was overwhelming, and I knew in that moment that I belonged to him completely.

"Take it, little fairy," he grunted, his voice low and dark. "This is what it means to be claimed."

I arched my back, my nails digging into the soil as he thrust into me with an animalistic fury. The ground beneath us was muddy and uneven, making our movements uneasy and slippery. The wet, earthy smell surrounded us as we clung to each other, our bodies slick with sweat and tangled in the grass.

"Yes, Valpar," I moaned, my voice a breathy plea for more. "Fuck me harder, my good male."

With that, he thrust into me, his cock sinking deep inside me with a wet sound. I gasped, arching my back as he began to fuck me with a frenzied intensity. Each stroke sent pleasure coursing through me, igniting a fire deep within my core.

"Yes," my head lulled back.

Valpar continued to slam into me with reckless abandon. He changed our positions, all without taking his dick from my body so that I was on all fours again.

"My female," he growled into my ear.

The wind rustled through the trees above us as he pounded me from behind, and I cried out his name with each thrust. My orgasm was building, an intense rush of pleasure that I knew I couldn't control.

"Come around my shaft!" he commanded. "I want that tight pussy to milk me of my seed."

He grunted and thrust deeper, driving me closer to the precipice. Then, just as my orgasm crested, he brought his two dulled fingers and flicked at my clit.

My voice cracked as I came. Valpar didn't hide my noise but let me make all the cries I wanted.

"Mmm, I pleased my female."

I nodded as he continued to push his throbbing cock inside me. I felt like it was growing with no end in sight.

He chuckled low, his voice rumbling through me. "You're such a temptress, my sweet. Such a perfect mate." His fingers found my clit again, teasing me as he continued to thrust into me. "You're so tight, so warm. I could stay inside you forever."

He picked up the pace, his hips slapping against my ass with each powerful thrust. Our wet bodies smacking together. I'm sure we had awakened the entire forest by now.

"Fuck, yes," he gasped, his body trembled.

With a roar, he plunged into me, his cock hitting my sweet spot. The pressure built, the intensity of our coupling reaching a fever pitch.

"You come again," he growled, his voice echoing through the night. "You're going to feel my seed inside you."

The thought of him filling me sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. I arched my back the same time he pulled my hair and pushed almost everything inside me.

"H-here, n-now," I barely muster to say.

With a final thrust, he buried himself inside me, releasing his seed deep within my core. I felt it spill, hot and powerful, filling me in a way I'd never known.

"Mine," he growled, his voice thick with possession. "You're mine, little one."

And soon, too, it will be officially forever.