Page 154 of Valpar

Valpar rapidly turned me from where I was sitting on his shoulders, so his mouth was between my thighs. I squeaked in surprise, but he forced his hand over my mouth.

My eyes went wide and while my legs rested on his shoulders, his other hand came up and pulled my underwear to the side. His thick tongue parted my lower lips, and my body leaned back into the large boulder.

Valpar’s tongue explored my folds with a hunger that took my breath away. I couldn’t believe this was happening in the middle of the oasis and without any dang warning. But I couldn’t deny the pleasure that coursed through my body, igniting a fire in my core that threatened to consume me.

I gripped Valpar’s hair, pulling him closer as he devoured me, using my nails to scratch through his scalp. He groaned, tasting me like I was his favorite dessert. His grip grew tighter around my body as his tongue flicked and swirled, driving me to the brink of madness. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, a tidal wave of pleasure that I knew would sweep me away.

“You are to come on my tongue, little fairy.” He spoke with a command I couldn’t ignore, and my back arched, coming into his mouth.

The soft licks of his tongue cleaned me as his fingers gently stroked my clit, sending me over the edge yet again. My body shook and a loud moan tried to escape my lips, but he muffled it with his hand.

Since bonding, our pleasure was tenfold.

Not complaining, no ma’am.

Valpar pulled back, a satisfied smile on his face as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re welcome,” he said,clearly pleased with himself. I felt flushed and exposed, but also incredibly turned on.

“What about—”

“Later,” he pressed a searing kiss to my cheek. “If I take you now, I will continue taking you many times over, and we cannot be left here in the dark when the night creatures come out,” he said.

Well, this intrigued me more, but I also didn’t want to get eaten…by a gigantic monster…like a monster to kill me, not to give me orgasms. I liked my big orc monster.

Orgamo pushed through the trees and stood with his walking stick, then let out a huff. “You didn’t do it right. She should be almost passed out from exhaustion.”

Valpar glared at Orgamo and shook his head. “You said not to rut her. She falls asleep faster with rutting.”

Are they seriously talking about my post-orgasm sleeping habits?

Orgamo shook his head, walked past us and held out a rope. “Tie her waist so she doesn’t get away while you climb the tree. Perhaps she will be too tired to untie it.” He narrowed his eyes at me then at Valpar. “See if you can do that knot I taught you last night.”

Wait a second, they had been working on new knots that I couldn’t untie?

Those sneaky orcs.

Valpar tied a rope around my waist and then to the base of another tree. I was in the shade, and he laid out a blanket with food, water, and a pillow for me to rest.

I suppose this could be barbaric for him to tie me to a tree, but I have run from him a couple times. Guess I deserved it. I shrugged my shoulders and stared up at the tree, containing the fruit to my new hair color and smiled.

“You stay. You will not leave this blanket.” Valpar put his hands on his hips, like a child wanting to get his way.

I crossed my fingers over my heart. “Promise. In fact, pinky swear!” I pulled his hand out and wrapped my pinky around his. “You cannot break a pinkie swear. I swear I will stay on the blanket.”

Valpar shook his head. “What is the difference in a pinky swear?”

“Pinky swears can’t be broken, duh.” I sat on my butt and leaned back in the shade.

Valpar scratched his chin. “Should I have been doing these pinky-swears all along to get you to stay in place?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Well, you never brought it up. It wasn’t my fault.”

Valpar sighed as we hooked our pinkies together and then he turned his back to me and helped his orgamo as they prepared to climb the smooth trunk of the tree. While it was smooth like a palm tree, it was extra thick and climbing it would be a challenge.

They couldn’t just cut it down for the fruit, because it would be wasteful since we couldn’t carry the wood back to the cabin, and we didn’t waste things in Bergarian.

I hummed happily as I popped a piece of dried fruit into my mouth. I wiggled in my seat watching Valpar and Orgamo swear at each other, and Orgamo slapped his son’s thigh in anger while he tried to climb.

It’s really entertaining.

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