Valpar a steamy orc rom.., p.17
Valpar: A Steamy Orc-Rom Com, page 17
“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.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Valpar
My mouth gaped after my little fairy told me what this period was.
Females bleed. Regularly. Once every twenty-eight moon rises, give or take.
I did not know if my ogamie did this. I never asked, and she never told.
My female cannot do this. I cannot have her bleeding. She will hurt, she will have cramps in her stomach. I cannot see my female hurt. She cannot cry unless she cries in pleasure.
“You can’t!” I stood from the stool where I sat and pulled her off the table. She yelped when I threw her over my shoulder. “You will tell your body you are not allowed to do this.”
“Valpar!” She groaned. “I can’t just tell my body not to menstruate. It’s normal. I won’t be having a period for a while, I just finished before the ball. You will get used to the idea.” She patted my backside. “I have medicine I can use to take care of the pain, but it really isn’t that bad. I don’t bleed much, I’m small for an adult human, too.”
A stab to my drums made me falter. It was because of her past. She did not grow to her full height. I shook that thought away.
I growled and set her on the bed. “And you bleed because you are not with an orcling?”
She nodded. “Yup. But don’t get any ideas. I don’t think we are ready to have any orclings, yet.” She wagged her finger at me.
I growled again and wrapped my arms around her waist. “No, we are not. I want you to myself for as long as possible. I do not want to share your tits or your body until I have had my fill.”
She giggled, placed both hands on my face and rubbed our noses together. “Goodie. Then show me the good stuff. Where is little orc?”
Little orc?
“You know, little orc that hides in your loin cloth? I’m ready to meet him. You pleasured me—” She counted on her fingers. “At least three times. Now it is your turn for me to get some.” My miresa blinked several times from one of her eyes.
“Is there something in your eye?” I leaned closer to check.
“No, I’m winking. I’m letting you know I’m ready to play with your little monster.”
I huffed. “There is nothing little about my little monster—er, big monster! Stop talking like it is another orc! It is a part of me!”
My fairy shrugged her shoulders. “Fine, suit yourself. Now let me see the big dilly properly.”
I rubbed my hand down my face. “No, you are not ready. If you think that worm over there is what my shaft looks like, you are sorely mistaken.”
She groaned. “Then give me a little peaky poo, and I won’t have to try and guess what your serpent looks like,” she cooed.
I groaned again. This. Female.
“Not yet,” I grumbled. What if she was afraid by its appearance? It was mostly covered before when she saw it. It wasn’t pink and it wasn’t smooth. It was larger than any of the other dil-dos that were in the chest. Or even worse, what if she was excited by it?
I could not put it inside her—not yet. I did not have the strength to hold back the last brand.
“I’ve only seen two sausages before, and they were pretty similar. They didn’t look like that pale pink one over there. They were kinda veiny looking, but I didn’t get a great gander at them.” She tilted her head back like she was trying to remember.
I snarled fiercely, the sound echoing in the tense air, as I firmly grasped her delicate chin with my thumb.
“What do you mean you have seen a sausage? I thought we were talking about shafts!”
My miresa tried to hold back her laughter. “I am. Just another word for a talley wacker. That worm on the floor over there. But it’s attached to a body.”
“A shaft? Are you talking about a cock?”
My little fairy blushed and giggled. “Yeah, I don’t enjoy calling it that often, though.” She leaned forward and whispered. “It sounds so dirty. I like coming up with different names. I can’t wait to see yours and give it a proper one.”
Moon Fairy help me, I cannot keep up.
I sighed heavily as I pushed my long hair away from my face. “What males have you seen? I need to know.” Jealousy beat heavily through the life force of my body.
“My dad’s…”
“What!” I roared and stood up. “How could—what!? Did he touch you?!” I stomped across the room and picked up one of the chairs and threw it across the cave. It shattered into pieces, splintering across the floor.
My miresa stared in awe.
“The muscles,” she whispered.
“Miresa, why have you seen his—”
“He accidentally came out of the shower without a towel. And one time I walked in on Mom and Dad doing the—” She made a circle with one hand and stuck her finger through the hole. “— hokey pokey. You know, you put your dilly in, you put your dilly out?”
I stared at her with a blank expression.
“You saw your parents—”
“It was an accident!” she sighed. “They were being quiet for once and I saw them doing it. It was gross.” She stuck out her tongue and shook her body.
“And the other male?” I gritted my teeth.
My fairy’s shoulders went up to her ears. “I’d seen Aunt Melina get spanked when she does something naughty. It just fascinated me. There was one time I watched too long and Osirus’ thingy kinda popped out.
I let out a low growl. “Do not lie to me, miresa.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fiiiiine. I’ve seen it several times. But I don’t watch them do the dirty. I leave before anything happens. They are my aunt and uncle, like yuck.”
I rubbed my hand down my face again. My miresa needs a leash on her for sure. “You will not be watching the king and queen doing any of that from now on. Do you understand me? The only shaft you will look at is mine.”
My little fairy raises a brow. “Can’t promise that if you don’t show me what you’re packin’.” She smirked and lifted a brow. “I’m pretty sure he wants to meet me. He’s been pointing at me for the last twenty minutes.”
I snarled and pounced on her, tickling her sides. She screamed and laughed, and the drums in my chest became lighter as her smile continued to widen.
Calliope
Valpar was on his back. He breathed heavily while he slept.
He said that orcs need little sleep, but since I’ve known him, he sleeps each night with me. On top of him, too. He kept both hands on my butt, my head on his chest and when he stirred in the night, he would take a whiff of my hair.
I don’t find it weird, many souls in Bergarian do that. Especially the shifters. They are always sniffing their mates because they are part animal. Good thing they don’t sniff each other’s butts, or at least, I don’t think they do. Whatever they do in private is their own business.
One of Valpar’s hands fell away from one of butt cheek and I lifted my head to see him still fast asleep. His face was relaxed, his brow wasn’t creased or filled with worry. He’d done a lot of that lately since talking to Osirus, and I’m, actually, a little mad at my uncle for that.
