Page 37 of Valpar

As I began climbing out onto the limb, it shook and I wrapped my legs around the branch.

Uh, oh.

“Calliope can’t even climb a tree!” Karma fell over the limb and flew around to get into my face.

I repeatedly swiped my hand through the air in front of me, while firmly wrapped around the tree with my legs, determined to maintain my position. With a surge of frustration, I released my grip on the tree with one arm and forcefully slapped my hands around Karma when he wasn’t looking.

I caught him.

While I held Karma tightly in my hands, he struggled and became more frantic as he realized he was trapped.

Revenge was so close I could practically taste it.

“I’m gonna pop you like a pimple. Ain’t so mighty now, are you pixie!?” I taunted, feeling a surge of power and satisfaction.

But then the branch beneath us cracked loudly. I looked at the side of the tree where a giant crack shot from the limb to the tree.

Oh, no.

Meadow screamed from below, “Calliope, let go!”

But I couldn’t. Not now that I finally had Karma right where I wanted him. The branch gave way completely, my legs let go and we tumbled through the air.

I squeezed my eyes shut and braced for impact, but instead of hitting the ground, I felt myself being caught by a soft body.

“Female…”

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I had to get my miresa away from the tribe, from her family, especially the King and the Queen.

If I did not, they would take her, so I knew I must take action to keep her. I could not fight them on my own, because they were many and I could not leave my miresa alone in the dark. She would hurt herself trying to defend her family.

Knowing that she would defend them brought fire inside my belly. She should only want me, not them. I am her sole protector, now. She no longer needed any of them.

When I grabbed our supplies and my miresa, I did what I did best. I sunk back into my instincts, as when I was back in wartime and needed to get one of the fallen away, to be protected and hidden.

And I would, I would protect her with all my being.

I didn’t realize how steep the hill was, but it was no match for me. I would have evaded the tree, but when my miresa became frightened she blocked my view, and my balance was thrown.

It was my fault; I should have known better. Calliope had just met me and she was still a skittish little fairy. It most likely didn’t help how I was lost in my desires to bury my face between her legs.

Her cunt.

I remembered the word from so long ago, along with many words that are of human origin. The female anatomy of many creatures had fascinated me. They all looked similar but had their own differences.

My brother Thorn hardly paid attention to the classes or even read the book that was given to us. He was too busy trying to keep the tribe’s hopes up. There was a time, years past, when I studied it every night, and I had not forgotten the pleasure areas of a female—and a male.

Luckily, I have a female, because I found my little fairy’s body more appealing.

I couldn’t wait to see it in the daylight, couldn’t wait to see the rest of her, to taste her properly and touch her.

If I wasn’t so lost in my desires and didn’t have to shift my shaft to avoid it getting in the way of our escape, we could be sliding down the hill towards the forest, and I could be buried into her cunt now.

Instead, I heard annoying bells in my ear and wings fluttering near my face.

I groaned and waved the flying nuisance away from me. It was a pixie. Why it was coming near me I wasn’t sure.

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