Page 32 of Valpar

Huh.

I shook my head and huffed in annoyance. “Why? What’s wrong with seeing the tribe?”

Was he ashamed of me?

Wouldn’t be the first time someone hid me because they didn’t want to be seen with me.

I sat up from the furs and wrapped one of them around me. I sniffed it, breathing in deeply. Why did he have to smell so good?

That cursed bond.

Just because we were mates doesn’t mean I have to do everything he said. Even if he made my lower lady parts cry.

And she was crying, like a lot. I was surprised he hadn’t noticed.

Then again, he had licked my leg earlier.

I decided to let him win for now, so crawled out of the tent and sat in the chair. I hunched over, resting my elbows on my knees, and rubbed my nose.

Valpar—if that was his name, could be lying about claiming me too then, couldn’t he? Especially since a human can’t feel the bond as strongly.

“Miresa, what is wrong?” Valpar came closer, his tunic still ripped and his pants wrinkled.

His face went soft when he kneeled. He hesitated to touch me with his gigantic hands even though he carried me from the palace down to the courtyard.

I rubbed my lips together and let my toes tickle the grass beneath my feet. “Do you not want me to meet your tribe? Why can’t I meet them?”

Valpar huffed and stood, his back retreating. Then, he took off his shirt and I forgot the question entirely. His back was… nice.

I wanted to sink my fingernails into it and run them down his green skin. It was muscular, but not overly so. I liked the softness it held but there was strength there. I knew because I’d felt him hold me in those muscular arms. He turned and I saw his torso. He wasn’t as defined as the other orcs I had seen from a distance, and I liked that he was different.

I licked my lips and I waited for him to remove his pants, but he ran his claws through his messy hair, opening and closing his mouth over and over again.

That was okay. I was enjoying the view I had.

As I sat there, my clit pulsed with desire, aching for attention. With a quick shift of my legs, I felt some relief. It was just enough to soothe the ache, but made me want more.

Finding moments alone had been challenging living with my parents. They were always present, their heightened senses making me paranoid about any lingering scent. But now, in this open space, a gentle breeze was moving, and it could carry away the trace of my arousal.

And I couldn’t help but think...Valpar’s fingers grazing over his chest, tracing the jagged landscape of scars. Visions flooded his mind: the clash of steel against steel, the thunderous thuds of his enemy’s weapons, his giant roar. The thought of him standing tall, wielding a sword or a club, braving the odds to protect the land that I could now stand on.

Oh gods, I was getting far too… turned on.

I let out a whimper, and Valpar jerked his head toward me. I had paid so much attention to the upper part of his body I didn’t look below the waist—

“My little fairy,” he groaned. “Your scent.”

Oopsie.

Valpar’s chest heaved as he stared at me with a mixture of confusion and desire. My cheeks flushed red, and I quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed for being caught with my scent.

What do I do?

His pants were tented, revealing a hint of hislittle orc, and it was clear that he enjoyed catching my scent.

Underneath those pants, oh cheese and crumbs, it was way bigger than what I had accidentally seen of my dad.

What does he feed that thing?

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