52. Epilogue

Valpar

"Look at you, aren't you just the cutest little thing, ever?" My miresa cooed at Thorn's orcling and my hands balled into tight fists. If my jaw clenched any tighter, I just might break one of my back teeth and have to gum my food for the rest of my days.

My female took her finger and tickled the bottom of Kiah's foot. The orcling, with its wide, toothy grin, extended a small, clawed hand towards her. Its fingers were fat and chubby, and it had no control over its body. The orcling's eyes sparkled with excitement as it eagerly reached out, hoping to grasp my female's hand to hold her. The gesture seemed innocent and filled with curiosity. It meant he was a healthy orcling who was eager to explore, but I did not need him to explore what is mine.

"I think he is in love with your hair. I don't think he's seen the color pink before." Ellie, Thorn's female, laughed while she held her son.

There were plenty of colors in the Wood, but my female's hair was the most beautiful. Even the other orcs admired it, from a far of course. I intended to keep it that way. We did not attend the ceremony where Thorn and Ellie announced the name of their son, because I did not want her hair to take away from their moment.

At least, that's what I kept telling myself. Really, I did not want to share my female with anyone else. There had been no other pairings yet and it had been nearly six months. The other orcs were becoming restless, some even traveling into Bergarian alone and doing their own searches.

Those who stayed, I did not trust them being around my female.

Instead, I took my miresa to see Theresa and Birch for a visit, and she got to see her new little brother, whom they named Bramble. I supposed it went with his father's name. Those fae can be strange.

Ellie cradled the orcling in her arms while the females sat on a log outside of Thorn's cabin. The thing was almost too big for her to hold lovingly to her chest. Not that the blob wanted to stay there, anyway. He was growing fast, as most orclings did. I wouldn't be surprised if it started crawling by tomorrow.

I also did not like that my female was around all these tiny beings recently. It might give her ideas of having one of her own. I am a jealous orc, and I was still not ready to share her. Her body still captivated me, and I enjoyed her too much to give all that up so an orcling could suck at her tits.

Those were my tits!

"You know Starla, too?" My miresa brought me out of my thoughts.

Ellie nodded her head frantically. "Yes, she's a bar owner and a witch. She is the one that led me to honey buns here."

My brother, Thorn, rolled his piercing yellow eyes and let out an exasperated grunt. He crossed his thickly muscled arms over his broad chest, his biceps bulging as if to warn me off of his female.

I let off a grunt of my own.

The lines on his face deepened as he displayed his frustration. I felt the same sentiment toward this Starla.

That witch was trouble.

But wait a minute, did I hear correctly?

Honey buns? I snorted and covered my mouth from the laughter. Thorn glared at me, daring me to say something.

My miresa's smile grew. "That's crazy. Starla is a bar owner, too? She led me to Valpar. She acted like she was my fairy godmother and told me to go to the ball, and that is where I fell into Valpar's lap." She scratched her cheek and shook her head. "I don't think she meant for me to fall over the railing to get to him, but it all worked out."

I ran my hand down my face and groaned.

"Did you not smell your female close to you?" Thorn scoffed. "Did not feel her presence?"

"Says the orc who caught his female in a trap, with poison. You had to massage your female so she would even like you. Good thing it worked out, huh, honey buns ?"

I could feel the tension crackling in the air as Thorn's growl reverberated through the air between us. His towering figure loomed over me, intimidating to most, but I refused to back down from my brother. With a determined glare, I squared my shoulders and puffed out my chest.

I knew that I possessed a certain level of skill that gave me the advantage in this confrontation. Years of training and honing my abilities had prepared me for moments like these. Thorn may have had the physical advantage with his height and strength, but I was confident that my experience and quick thinking would tip the scales in my favor. With every fiber of my being, I braced myself for the clash that was about to unfold, ready to show Thorn that I was not to be underestimated.

Bells ringing broke my concentration. It was a pixie, and I snarled, darting toward my miresa and wrapped my arms around her. The pixie sat on Ellie's shoulder and the tiny pixie cocked her head to the side.

Ellie gazed at me strangely and then to the pixie sitting on her shoulder. "This is Dewdrop. Is there a problem? Do you not like pixies?"

"No. I don't." I snapped. "The last pixie I dealt with tried to kill Calliope."

Ellie's eyes widened, and Thorn stood behind his female.

"As much as I don't like pixies, Dewdrop is fine," Thorn said and put his hand on Ellie's shoulder. "She's saved Ellie from an ogre once, so she's alright in my book."

I regarded the pixie, and my miresa patted my forearm. "It's okay. Just because there was one bad pixie doesn't mean they are all bad. Just like, if there is one terrible human it doesn't mean we are all bad."

She meant her life-giver. The sweetest gift given to me was born of a terrible woman. I sighed and released my hold. I pressed a tender kiss to her bruised shoulder, where I liked to continually mark her skin.

"I used to be able to understand them," my miresa said. "Just like Uncle Osirus." Ellie smiled and nodded.

"You could?" Ellie asks animatedly. "That's amazing. Do they sound just like us?"

She nodded happily. "They do. They are different, though. Their culture and everything, they act—like a hive, almost. They need to be around more of their kind—all the time. The one that Valpar is referring to was Karma—who got his karma." She snorted. "I think he was sort of a loner. I didn't see him hanging out with a lot of the other pixies. I wonder if they shunned him a little bit, and that was why he turned out the way he did. We will never know."

I huffed and ran my claws through my miresa's hair. "He still had a choice," I said. "He didn't have to be the horse-dropping he was."

"You mean flying glitter turd." My miresa corrected me.

He was made into a terrible ale. It was sweet as fuck I had to pour it out. My Orgamo spat it back in my face and cursed me for days.

Suddenly, Kiah reached out and grabbed a chunk of my miresa's hair.

My miresa giggled, took another lock of her hair and tickled the orcling's stomach. "Am I not paying enough attention to the baby?" she cooed, again. "Does the baby need all the attention?"

I let out a low growl and my hands balled into fists, again. I should not be jealous of an orcling. It was a tiny green blob that could not do anything.

"You are such a little man! I bet you are going to be knocking over some saplings soon, stomping through the forest and pounding on your chest. Be the next big orc—"

I snarled and ripped my miresa away from the orcling, and from my brother and his female. Ellie gasped and the baby reached out, waving his hands for my female.

"Mine." I gritted my teeth and threw her over my shoulder.

Kiah let off his own little growl and Thorn let out a bark of laughter. "What's wrong, jealous of an orcling?" He raised his brow and wrapped his arm around his family.

I roared at the couple and Thorn laughed more. I disliked how he laughed. He thought his orcling had won because my female thought him cute. That green blob cannot even wipe himself. His ogamie had to wipe his ass.

I stomped off into the forest, leaving our things by the fire. My female was going to know that she belonged to me, and she would not talk to any male, even if was a green blob.

"Valpar, what are you doing?" She giggled and slapped my butt when he got deeper into the forest. I stopped and my back straightened.

"Did you just slap my backside?"

She took her hand and rubbed it, patting it gently. "You were acting naughty in front of your brother and Ellie. You needed a spankin'."

Moon Fairy, grant me patience.

I slid her down my body so my shaft lined up with her belly and she could feel my length. I pinned her against the dragon-scale tree, a tree that would not move, too strong for me to rip down. Her eyes widened in shock and her hands grasped my chest for support.

"Why, hello there?" She bit her lip. "I haven't seen your little orc in about two hours."

"Calliope, this isn't a game. That little male was trying to—"

"To what, Valpar?" My female narrowed her eyes at me. "Tried to claim me? It's a baby, it's barely a month old! It did no such thing."

My clenched fist soared above her head, colliding forcefully with the sturdy trunk of the tree. The impact reverberated through the air, causing a cascade of delicate petals and vibrant leaves to descend. The gentle rustling and tumbling of nature's shower fell around us.

"Don't be foolish. He looked at me when he grabbed your hair. He was challenging me."

My female rolled her lips into her mouth and tried not to smile. I growled and pushed my shaft harder into her stomach.

"My poor orc," she finally said, and her fingers ran through my scalp. An involuntary purr rumbled through my chest, and I closed my eyes as I felt her get closer to that special spot. My spine tickled with anticipation as she got closer. "What can your female do to make it better?" She leaned closer and pulled my head closer to her lips. "Do you need to rut me, claim me right here, and show your dominance?"

My eyes popped open, and I growled, taking a deep whiff of her scent. "Yesss," I hissed.

"My handsome orc wants to brand me, doesn't he?" My female petted my hair until she tugged on my locks.

I growled again and hiked up both her legs. I could smell her arousal. She was already wet. My female was always wet for me, ready to take me. I didn't have to prepare her anymore if I needed her right at that moment. Just one look, one growl and she would be dripping.

I pushed the tiny dress to one side, knowing good and well she had no undergarments. We got rid of those wasted pieces of clothing long ago. We only wore any sort of cloth when we had to be in the presence of other creatures.

She let out a sharp breath, surprised by the sensation as my throbbing cock glides along her wet folds. A gentle touch against her sensitive clit made her gasp even louder. Leaning back against the sturdy tree, her head tilted, exposing her neck to the cool breeze. The tightness of her clothing barely contained her tiny breasts, which seemed to strain against the fabric.

I wanted to rip the fabric from her, but I did not bring extra and I would not have her wear Ellie's clothing. It had my brother's scent. I would not allow her to smell of him.

"Wider," I growled, speaking of her legs. So she wrapped one leg around me as I grasped the other to put atop my shoulder. It didn't quiet reach, but it gave me a perfect, wide opening to her dripping cunt.

Fuck, I loved her like this, so open, dripping, so willing to take me.

I almost liked it as much when we played games.

She had a wild imagination and at first I was reluctant to play these games—but they had been enlightening. I did not know rutting could have so many forms. This role-playing she liked to do on occasion was fun.

I slid my large purple head inside her, her cunt sucking me inside. I groaned, pushing in deeper.

"For a male trying to claim me, you are going awfully slow," she teased.

I growled deeply, feeling my blood boil at her taunt. I grasped her hips and slammed into her, causing her to cry out. "Is this good enough for you?" I snarled, loving the way her eyes widened and her nails raked down my back.

"Yes... yes, Valpar," she panted, her nails digging into me. "More."

I chuckled darkly, feeling the power coursing through me. I thrust harder and deeper. I had no qualms about forcing my brand inside her. Hard and deep, I listened to our arousals coat each other, I loved the sounds as our bodies slapped against each other.

Her cheeks were painted a beautiful pink and water rolled down her face. "I'm gonna come." Her head rolled to the side, exposing her pretty little neck again. I buried my face into it, taking in her scent and nipping at the skin.

"Cream all over my cock, milk me. Have your cunt suck me dry, little fairy." I watched while my shaft slid in and out of her body, disappearing and reappearing.

I felt her cunt squeeze me. It took all I had not to spill my seed. It was no use, it never was, and soon her muscles coaxed my shaft to lock inside her, sucking the life out of me and pulling ropes upon ropes of my seed into her womb. I let out a roar and it echoed into the Wood. I knew my brother and his miresa could hear, but I could not give a fuck.

That little orcling will know that his aunt is mine. Not his.

I groaned and put my forehead atop hers, letting myself fill her. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I felt her tiny nails scratching my scalp.

"You know, you are kind of a hot mess," she said.

I huffed, and another spurt spilled into her.

"Seriously, can't take you anywhere. If any male looks at me funny, you gotta go fill me up with your stuff."

"You've never complained before, little fairy." My fingers ran through her hair while we waited for my brand to soften.

"No, just that when we have orclings of our own, you won't be able to get jealous like that."

I growled in annoyance. "Then, perhaps we won't have them for a while." I lifted my head and tilted her chin to look at me. "Unless you want them?"

My female shook her head. "Nah, I'm good. I'd rather visit and play with Mom and Dad, and Thorn and Ellie's babies for now. Don't you think? Besides, I'd like to know that Simon is going to be okay, too."

I let out a breath of relief. If my female wanted an orcling, I would gladly give her one. We would change our routine and make it work. I'd do anything to make her happy. I knew that she was still worried about Simon. The faun wasn't around often, that I could smell. From time to time, I could see patches of fur near our cabin. His scent had slightly changed, and I believed he had found the yellowcress root to calm his scent so he could not be detected.

He'd grown smart.

When I left my miresa alone, he'd visit her. It wasn't often I'd leave her, but when she slept after a good rutting, I'd leave her in our bed and tend our horse and garden. Simon would come from the forest and tap on the window with his claw, and my female would talk to him through the cracked window.

He never said anything back. I didn't know if he ever would.

Yells from Thorn's cabin reached our ears. "Are you coming for dinner, at least?" His voice carried through the trees.

My female squeezed my cock with her cunt, and I groaned when I realized my brand had softened and I could slide out of her.

She straightened her dress, and come dripped from her cunt, so I wiped it back up her leg and shoved it inside.

She squeaked and squirmed against my hold as I pinned her back against the tree. "It stays there."

My female huffed. "You are really going to let it run down my leg in front of them?" She waved her hand in the direction from where we came.

I smirked. "Yes. The orcling will know that smell. Besides, I'm sure Thorn does it to his female, too."

"Gods, that's gross. And so traumatizing for a child, Valpar. But, also hot." She giggled when I pulled my fingers out of her. "Maybe we can do the breeding game, again, after our visit?" she asked hopefully.

It was the games we played. She liked it when we pretended that I wanted to put an orcling inside her. She'd get so wet and needy when I tell her I wanted to have her belly swollen with our children. This game could last for days. She liked to do it when she was ovulating.

I scratched my chin and stared up into the sky. It was about that time again.

Which meant we were closer to her period.

I groaned and shook my head. I did not like this period. She'd get feisty and irritable and not be my little fairy. I'd just look at her to explain my love, while she would be in this pain she is experiencing, and that is not something I should do. She'd growl and hiss.

It was like she had turned into a rabid field mouse, ready to rip out my eyes.

My only defense was chocolate and lots of it. I would have to visit Sugha soon.

"Come on, Valpar, let's go eat. Then, we can go home." My female tugged on my hand.

Home.

The cabin that was once for a solitary existence. My miresa had transformed it from a pile of wood to a sacred space, filled with the warmth of love and the promise of a bright future. Where two souls finally merged together as one: the little fairy and the grumpy, possessive orc.