44. Chapter Forty-Four

Chapter Forty-Four

Valpar

I stared down at the crate of supplies on the border of my territory. It had been four days since I arrived home, and this was the third crate left at the boundary. My nose scrunched in distaste as I stared at it. It was filled with fruit, fabric, dresses, pillows and other brightly colored items my miresa would like.

I ground my teeth.

I took care of my female now. I did not need any of their help. I did not need any of them to take care of her. I wanted her to myself.

However, there was a voice in the back of my head telling me that I must accept it. Each day I had denied these crates, but today I felt I should accept it. I was making the cabin a home for my female and each day was one day closer to when she would wake and, perhaps, I should have some things she might find…pretty.

I rummaged around the crate and found a small box of tea that prevented orclings. Instead of boiling and drinking it I took a small packet and ate it.

Orcs don't drink tea.

My miresa had squirmed in the sash I created to carry her with me. Her tiny moans had gone straight to my shaft, and it was all I could do to hold in my excitement for when she woke.

She had been in an unbreakable slumber for four long days. I tended to her every need, bathing her delicate body and coaxing water past her parched lips, all in the hopes that she would awaken soon.

She was close, I could feel it.

"Fine," I muttered. I knew they were out there, hidden amongst the trees. They wouldn't leave their daughter or their niece alone unless they knew she was awake.

She was mine; they couldn't have her.

They had given me space to process and to calm myself when I was in a foul mood. I was an orc. This was on my territory and if they crossed the line, I would not hesitate to beat them, her family or not. I had been far too forgiving since meeting my miresa.

No more.

I picked up the crate and made sure not to jostle the precious cargo that was strapped around my body. She nuzzled into my chest and her hand gripped my hair tightly.

I prayed to the Goddess that today was the day. It had to be.

With the crate in hand, I turned on my heel and headed back to the cabin.

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the sweet fragrance of the forest. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting the sprinkling of shade on the forest floor. The gentle rustle of leaves and the chirping of birds created nature's own soothing music. The cool breeze brushed against my skin, providing relief as I navigated through the forest, carrying the extra weight.

I'd cleared out a larger area around the cabin, so my miresa had a place to lie in the sun and I had even extended the garden, so she could plant the flowers she liked so much from the Golden Light Kingdom.

My nose would regret it, but as long as it made her smile.

My horse, Ulam, was grazing just on the north side of the cabin, which had the sweetest grasses. He raised his head in greeting, but I did not let him see my female today. His gaze followed me as I reached the cabin, which I had constructed around the base of a tree that had stopped growing.

There was a tree, called a sorrow pine, that expelled a cool energy from its bark. It was keeping the cabin cooler on the inside, and I enjoyed wrapping up in the furs at night when the tree pushed out the cooler temperatures, once the light sources set.

I hoped my miresa liked it, too. Since my cabin was built around a tree, it might remind her of the home she once lived in with her parents.

As the brisk wind whistled through the air, I cautiously walked past the delicate wind chimes and entered the rustic cabin. The weathered boards beneath my feet emitted a gentle creak as I firmly shut the door, enveloping me in a calming atmosphere. Relief washed over me, knowing that we had found solace away from prying eyes, observing us from beyond the cabin walls.

I carefully placed the heavy crate, filled to the brim with items, onto the weathered wooden table. The table creaked in protest, but I trusted its sturdiness. With the weight supported, I used my hands to caress the curve of my partner's backside, feeling her squirm within the sling.

I remembered my ogamie carrying Sugha around when he was an orcling. I found it funny how my little miresa could fit inside, just as easily. As I cleaned up our home over the past few days and made it more livable for my female, I kept her by my body because I could not part with her even for a moment.

This male was too afraid to let her out of his sight again, and for good reason. It wasn't just an enemy trying to take her from me, but her tiny feet would lead her into some sort of strange predicament.

I also did it because I hoped my voice and my touch would somehow let her know I was there.

Goddess, I hoped she knew I was here waiting for her. That I would always be here.

I took her to the only bedroom in the cabin. Thick furs filled the bed. Only the best and the softest. I sat on the bed, then gently removed her from the carrier and her eyes fluttered.

"Little fairy?" My drums beat excitedly. "Please tell me you are waking up?" I tried to keep my voice soft so as not to scare her. I tried to keep my anger and frustration hidden so she would not feel it.

Peace, Moon Fairy, I wanted her to have peace.

Her dark eyelashes fluttered again, and I held my breath. I dared not breathe on her skin, too afraid I would scare her. When she opened her eyes, her bright blue ones meet my yellow ones and her smile was wide.

"Valpar!" Her arms pushed away the rest of the carrier and threw them around my neck.

I embraced her tightly, feeling a surge of relief flood through me. She was awake! Finally, after days of tending to her while she slept, she was finally awake. Her laughter was like music to my ears as she nuzzled into the crook of my neck. I held her close, breathing in the scent of her hair.

"Little fairy," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion. "You're awake."

Her backside rubbed against my shaft. I tried my best not to groan, but she continued to rub, and I grunted, moving her to my thigh.

"I missed you," she whispered and kissed my neck.

Moon Fairy, help me!

"Miresa, I have missed you, too." I threaded my fingers through her hair and kept her at my neck. "Are—you alright?"

I let her pull away, reluctantly, waiting to see her droop with sadness, but I saw nothing. I saw nothing but her bright smile and the twinkling of her eyes.

"No, I'm fine. I'm here with you and—" She gazed around the cabin and raised a brow. "Where are we?"

I cleared my throat and pulled her against my chest again. "Our home, in the Monktona Wood. I couldn't take you back to the palace, your parents' home. I needed you here, it was—"

"Too much," she finished for me, her hand cupping my cheek.

I swallowed and let my head rest in her hand.

"You have been gone awhile. Orcs don't stay away from their homes long, do they?"

I shook my head and pressed a kiss to her forehead. I couldn't understand how she was not crying, shaking in fear or angry with me that I had taken her away from her home and family.

"It's so cozy here. I love it." She moved to stand, but I pulled her back down on my lap.

"You've been sleeping for days, you are weak. You will eat and I will carry you where you need to go," I grunted, then lifted her into the air and took her to the kitchen. She wiggled in my arms and I swatted her backside.

"Hey!" She rubbed her cheek. "What was that for?"

"Not listening, and there will be more where that came from. It is part of your punishment."

She bit her bottom lip, and her face heated to a beautiful shade of red. "Is that a promise?"

The scent of her arousal filled the room, and I stopped before we even entered the kitchen. Her hand rubbed up my chest and stopped on my tit.

"You know, I had some crazy dreams while I was asleep." She pinched it and I groaned.

I swallowed heavily, trying to ignore my hardening shaft. It had been stiff for days and I could not take it in hand to relieve myself. Not when my female was sleeping, not when she was suffering.

"Little fairy, what happened? Do you remember?" My brow pinched together as I tried to not think about my throbbing cock and heavy sack, filling with seed.

Her eyes softened, and her hand ran up my neck and scratched behind my ear. "I do remember," she whispered. "I remember everything that happened to me."

My eyes burned. "Miresa." I had never cried—not for anyone, but for her I would.

She shook her head. "When I first came to Bergarian I wanted to forget because the time in that house was all I knew. I didn't have a future to look forward to and I thought no one could love me. All my life I was told no one would."

A deep growl resonated in my chest.

She giggled and wrapped both arms around my neck. "Now that I have spent time here, with Mom, Dad, Uncle Osirus, Aunt Melina and especially you, I know that isn't true."

"Of course it's not true. Your family loves you. I love you the most. They cannot love you more. I am your male, and no one can match my love for you."

She threw her head back and laughed. Her hands cupped my face, and she pressed a kiss on my lips. "And the new memories we make will eventually erase all the bad ones. They will keep disappearing as time goes on, because of you."

I pressed my lips to hers again, kissing her more fiercely than before. I claimed her, kissing her deeply and hungrily as my hands roamed her body. I wanted to erase all of her bad memories, quickly.

Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly, pulling me closer to her, her hips moving softly against me. My cock throbbed even more, aching for release, and I knew I could hold out no longer.

I did not tie my cock to my leg while she slept, I let it hang freely. It was a constant reminder of my failure to keep her safe, a failure of what I was. It leaked everywhere. Fuck, it was annoying.

I carried her back to the bedroom and climbed on top of her where she fell into the furs. She licked her lips and stared between my legs, where my shaft was no longer covered by my cloth which I'd ripped away.

"Valpar," she gasped. "Your balls are huge."

I groaned and cupped them in my hand. "I have had no release."

My miresa pouted, and her hand moved down my body. My shaft twitched and I groaned, trying to hold back the need to release my seed. It would be embarrassing how much seed I could release and I felt sorry for my miresa's cunt.

"Let me help first." My miresa gently pushed me to the side. My shaft bounced against my stomach as she crawled down my body and stared at my sack. I groaned as she took her two hands to cup them.

"Valpar, it looks so painful." She massaged them and I let out a pitiful whine.

She leaned forward and took a long, tentative lick, her hot breath washing over my sack. My hips bucked involuntarily, my shaft jerking up and smacking against my stomach again. She giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she continued to explore my sensitive sack with her tongue.

Moon Fairy, save me.

My female then took one ball into her mouth, sucking gently while her other hand toyed with my erect shaft. The sensation felt fucking good, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent a jolt straight to my cock. She switched, sucking the other ball into her mouth and the sensation was too much to bear.

My breath hitched and I gritted my teeth. "Are you ready, now? Will you let me release?"

Why I was asking her I did not know. Somehow, she'd become the dominate one over me.

She chuckled and winked at me. "I'm not finished yet. I enjoy staring at my big, beautiful, green cock. Don't you think you have a beautiful cock, Valpar?"

I swore under my breath. "It is not beautiful, it is massive. Like a battering ram."

She laughed and licked the swollen, angry tip that refused to stay dry. Seed leaked down my shaft, coating me, ready to slip inside her.

Fuck!

"You taste so good. Like my favorite candy. I'm going to lick you like a giant sucker." She licked the swollen head, her tongue circling and swept downward. My balls were so heavy, they could not even move to twitch.

My female had never been so attentive to my shaft and sack. It was like she was worshipping it. Moaning, petting, pressing her tits into my thighs. I balled my hands into fists so I did not touch her. If I did, I would flip her over and rut her into the furs.

My miresa pulled away and her eyes were filled with desire. Her hands gripped my shaft, stroking it firmly as she dragged her mouth away from my sack. I growled softly and my body arched at her touch. My hands gripped the fur beneath me and my body was trembling as she continued to stroke me.

"Let me ease your seed, Valpar. Let it fill my mouth and make it a memory we'll never forget." She winked, her voice soft and sultry.

What realm have I fallen into? What has happened to my miresa?

She tugged at the tunic I put her in this morning and lifted it over her head. She had no undergarments covering her cunt and I could see the moisture gathered between her legs.

This female!

"Let me taste you, Valpar."

Before I could protest her mouth settled over my shaft and she sucked me into her.

She took me in, engulfing me with a fervor I'd never witnessed in her. Her mouth moved up and down my length, creating a tantalizing rhythm. I felt the warmth and wetness enveloping me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The flick of her tongue against the sensitive underside of my shaft intensified the sensations, causing tremors to ripple through me. I tightened my grip on the soft fur beneath me, desperately clinging to the remnants of my self-control.

I groaned, arching my back as she continued to pleasure me. My seed, waiting to be released, threatened to spill over, but she pulled away, her eyes gleaming with desire.

"Do you think you could share your seed with me now, Valpar?" she asked, playfully "Push my head down the way you like it."

Goddess above.

I ran my fingers through her hair to push her lower. I bucked, feeling my cock hit the back of her throat. She took it eagerly and hummed.

"That's it," I growled. "Take all of me. Suck me down, take what I have to give you."

There was a tickle at the back of my spine, and I arched my back. "Calliope!" I roared her name, and my seed was released. She swallowed, but it kept coming until she choked and had to back away.

My cock throbbed with more seed dripping down, landing on my sack. She licked her lips, her tongue savoring each drop. My erection refused to subside, as my primal instincts took over.

In that moment, I realized what I must do. The urge to claim her as my mate overwhelmed me. My brand burned fiercely with the intensity to be buried deep within her cunt.

There was nothing to stop us now, no reason to hold back any longer. I snarled and sat up on the bed. The face I gave her would scare any person or animal, but she just smiled at me and thrust out her chest like it were a meal ready to be devoured.

It was time to brand her, and I didn't care if she liked it or not.