Page 71 of Valpar

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 otherdil-dosthat 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?”

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