Page 140 of Valpar

“Why are you laughing?” His voice was deep, and my clit fluttered to the beat of my heart.

Oh, my lady parts were dripping. They were soaking the bed just like the big monster between his legs. Goddess, we were gonna have our own waterbed in a second.

He growled deeply, taking that slow crawl over my body. I could still taste the remnants of his come on my lips, which was sweet. I licked over my lips again and he groaned, then pressed his finger over my lips.

“Suck.” He pried my mouth open with his thick finger and I greedily sucked on his massive digit.

His breath was ragged, and my hips moved on their own while I lay on my back, pinned under him. I’d got them both legs straddled around his thigh, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body, with my clit so close to touching it. If I could get just a little closer I was sure I’d see stars.

“Your cunt is greedy.” He mused and stuck his finger deeper into my throat. I gagged and he pulls back. “My cock is longer than my finger and now you gag?” He pulled his finger out of my mouth.

I coughed and shook my head. “It’s because you don’t have your come on it. It has magic.”

He stared at me.

Guess his brain needs to reboot.

I took his finger, rubbed it up and down his shaft, coating it with his seed and put it back into my mouth. I mumbled behind his finger. “Naw, du it.”

Valpar shook his head and pulled his finger away. “I’m claiming you.” he said bluntly. “Right now, you are going to take my brand and will officially be mine.”

I perked up and clapped my hands together. “Goodie! Let me get ready!” I laid back, put my hands over my head and spread my legs. “I’m ready, let’s go! When you bite me, do it hard and fast. I don’t want you to gnaw on me, okay? I’m not a chew toy.” I shimmied my body with happiness, but Valpar still didn’t move.

Valpar chuckled and swiped his finger down my cheek. “Orcs do not bite, we brand. Do you know what branding is, my sweet little fairy?” He placed kisses down my cheek and my body relaxed. My arms wrapped around his neck and my body was flush with his.

“Instead of biting, I shove the last bulge of my cock inside you. I will stretch your cunt and fill you up. Branding it as mine. You will smell of me always. Your cunt will only want me and only take me. Do you understand?”

That branding thing was big looking. I glanced down at it and back up at him.

It was going to be painfully hot and exciting.

I let out a whine, wrapped my legs around one of his powerful thighs and let my pussy coat him.

“Fuck, my sweet fairy, are you ready?”

“Mmhmm,” I sucked on his earlobe. “Will you still suck on my shoulder and leave a nice bruise?” I still wanted other people to see that I was his. In Bergarian a bite was a sign of ownership, and part of me still wanted that.

Having love bruises was freaking hot.

He chuckled, his hands reaching under my but and squeezing. “I plan to leave plenty of marks all over your body. I want even the humans to know I take you long and often.”

Pretty sure my vagina just convulsed around nothing, because I couldn’t wait!

Valpar’s body left me in an instant. The air in the cabin was so much cooler than outside, that my nipples hardened and goosebumps rose on my skin. A deep, dark laugh left his lips when he flipped me over and I landed on my stomach with a squeak.

“First, I will punish you for running from me.”

Wait, what?

His massive hand connected with a resounding smack against my backside, sending shockwaves of pain and surprise through my body. The sound of my twisted moans and screams echoed in the room. With each subsequent strike, my once cool skin blazed with an intense, searing heat, as if flames were dancing across my flesh. The stinging sensation reverberated deep within me, igniting a desire for more punishment. My clit pulsed, aching to be touched, to feel the weight of his hand against it. The beating fueled an insatiable and desperate arousal, leaving me already teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain.

Fairy Godmother called me a little pain slut before I woke up. I wasn’t sure what that was, but I think I knew now.

I wondered if he would swat at my tits?

“I want to take you badly, but first, you need to learn not to run from me.” his words were rough, similar to the spanks he was raining down on my bottom. I writhed under his hand, panting and whimpering.

“No more running,” I panted. My nipples rubbed against the furs of the bed, my body shook from the sting of his hand and the softness of the fur.

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