Page 20 of Valpar

I filled my plate. As the years went by, King Osirus had begun to serve meats and breads to satisfy the orcs’ hunger. I filled it with not just meat, but the sweets that Sugha liked to bake in his cabin.

I’d never tell him how much I cared for his pies and cakes, but I’m sure he knew I’d steal them.

I rubbed a hand over my softer belly.

Worth it.

I took my plate and sat on aso-fafurthest away from the crowd. I sunk into the plush cushion and watched the fae and shifters mingle. Most stayed away, but a few adventurous fae and fairy females spoke with the orcs, their hands brushing their arms, and a head tilt to a private hallway.

I bit down on a large roll and ripped it with my teeth.

No decency, these creatures.

As the night wore on, with my belly full and the mingling progressing, the lights dulled and the music grew louder. The fae and shifters danced, their bodies moving, grinding against each other to the beat of the drums. I watched from my spot on the sofa, a sense of envy creeping through me as I watched them let loose and enjoy themselves.

My eyes landed on a group of orcs in the corner, their jeering laughter filling the room. They were all drunk, talking amongst themselves, swapping war stories with other males not yet paired.

The music was loud and hit me in the chest. I was ready to escape the party and return to my tent for the night, when I smelled it.

The same scent that caught me the first day I was here.

I was too afraid to move, and my instincts told me to stay right where I was, as I took deep breaths.

Bassza, it was like a heavenly fairy blessing me.

I put my plate to the side and gazed around the room, too scared to move far, should I lose the scent. Before I could stand, I heard a scream, and something fell straight into my lap.

Soft pink tresses fell around me, cascading like ocean waves that seemed to defy gravity. Despite its almost weightless form, Ifelt an unusual force pressing against my legs, holding me firmly in place. The creature’s touch hit me like a bolt of lightning, as if it possessed a power beyond my comprehension. As I looked down into the mess of hair, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of curiosity.

Was it an animal?

I growled and almost threw the creature off me when I heard its voice.

“I am so sorry! Sorry!” she gasped.

The voice was high in a state of distress, and my instincts went on high alert.

As I gained my control, I saw legs kicking and arms waving around my body, while she tried to regain her balance. Finally, I grabbed her around her waist and held her close to me.

Heat ran through my skin as I grabbed onto her. The lighting jolted through my chest once more. The heavy burden I carried lifted, and a euphoric groan escaped my lips.

What was this magic?

She had a delicate sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks, adding youthful innocence to her appearance. The strands of pink hair cascaded down her shoulders, perfectly complementing her fair complexion. Her heart-shaped face held soft, rosy lips that formed a smile as she met my gaze. Those big blue eyes held a glimmer of curiosity. The way she looked at me, with a mixture of surprise and wonder, made the drum in my chest skip a beat, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to her magnetic presence.

Her small, delicate hands were placed on my chest as she steadied herself.

Her dainty features and petite stature made her appear fragile. Despite her size, there was a sense of strength emanating from her presence. The subtle curves of her body, accentuated byher wide hips, hinted at a womanhood. Her small nips, barely noticeable, added to her youthful charm.

I could carry her around all day and do my chores, and not break a sweat. That thought became more appealing as she sat there in my lap, rubbing her sweet backside against my shaft.

I let out a low groan as my shaft filled with seed and my life force. Not once have I felt it fill on its own, without me willing it.

What magic has this female cursed me with?

“I’ll just get off now,” she said, still staring into my eyes.

She made an attempt to leave my lap by moving her backside down my leg, but that only fueled a primal urge to keep her with me.

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