Page 160 of Valpar

My eyes popped open, and I growled, taking a deep whiff of her scent. “Yesss,” I hissed.

“My handsome orc wants to brand me, doesn’t he?” My female petted my hair until she tugged on my locks.

I growled again and hiked up both her legs. I could smell her arousal. She was already wet. My female was always wet for me, ready to take me. I didn’t have to prepare her anymore if I needed her right at that moment. Just one look, one growl and she would be dripping.

I pushed the tiny dress to one side, knowing good and well she had no undergarments. We got rid of those wasted pieces of clothing long ago. We only wore any sort of cloth when we had to be in the presence of other creatures.

She let out a sharp breath, surprised by the sensation as my throbbing cock glides along her wet folds. A gentle touch against her sensitive clit made her gasp even louder. Leaning back against the sturdy tree, her head tilted, exposing her neck to the cool breeze. The tightness of her clothing barely contained her tiny breasts, which seemed to strain against the fabric.

I wanted to rip the fabric from her, but I did not bring extra and I would not have her wear Ellie’s clothing. It had my brother’s scent. I would not allow her to smell of him.

“Wider,” I growled, speaking of her legs. So she wrapped one leg around me as I grasped the other to put atop my shoulder. It didn’t quiet reach, but it gave me a perfect, wide opening to her dripping cunt.

Fuck, I loved her like this, so open, dripping, so willing to take me.

I almost liked it as much when we played games.

She had a wild imagination and at first I was reluctant to play these games—but they had been enlightening. I did not know rutting could have so many forms. This role-playing she liked to do on occasion was fun.

I slid my large purple head inside her, her cunt sucking me inside. I groaned, pushing in deeper.

“For a male trying to claim me, you are going awfully slow,” she teased.

I growled deeply, feeling my blood boil at her taunt. I grasped her hips and slammed into her, causing her to cry out. “Is this good enough for you?” I snarled, loving the way her eyes widened and her nails raked down my back.

“Yes... yes, Valpar,” she panted, her nails digging into me. “More.”

I chuckled darkly, feeling the power coursing through me. I thrust harder and deeper. I had no qualms about forcing my brand inside her. Hard and deep, I listened to our arousals coat each other, I loved the sounds as our bodies slapped against each other.

Her cheeks were painted a beautiful pink and water rolled down her face. “I’m gonna come.” Her head rolled to the side, exposing her pretty little neck again. I buried my face into it, taking in her scent and nipping at the skin.

“Cream all over my cock, milk me. Have your cunt suck me dry, little fairy.” I watched while my shaft slid in and out of her body, disappearing and reappearing.

I felt her cunt squeeze me. It took all I had not to spill my seed. It was no use, it never was, and soon her muscles coaxed my shaft to lock inside her, sucking the life out of me and pulling ropes upon ropes of my seed into her womb. I let out a roar and it echoed into the Wood. I knew my brother and his miresa could hear, but I could not give a fuck.

That little orcling will know that his aunt is mine. Not his.

I groaned and put my forehead atop hers, letting myself fill her. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I felt her tiny nails scratching my scalp.

“You know, you are kind of a hot mess,” she said.

I huffed, and another spurt spilled into her.

“Seriously, can’t take you anywhere. If any male looks at me funny, you gotta go fill me up with your stuff.”

“You’ve never complained before, little fairy.” My fingers ran through her hair while we waited for my brand to soften.

“No, just that when we have orclings of our own, you won’t be able to get jealous like that.”

I growled in annoyance. “Then, perhaps we won’t have them for a while.” I lifted my head and tilted her chin to look at me. “Unless you want them?”

My female shook her head. “Nah, I’m good. I’d rather visit and play with Mom and Dad, and Thorn and Ellie’s babies for now. Don’t you think? Besides, I’d like to know that Simon is going to be okay, too.”

I let out a breath of relief. If my female wanted an orcling, I would gladly give her one. We would change our routine and make it work. I’d do anything to make her happy. I knew that she was still worried about Simon. The faun wasn’t around often, that I could smell. From time to time, I could see patches of furnear our cabin. His scent had slightly changed, and I believed he had found the yellowcress root to calm his scent so he could not be detected.

He’d grown smart.

When I left my miresa alone, he’d visit her. It wasn’t often I’d leave her, but when she slept after a good rutting, I’d leave her in our bed and tend our horse and garden. Simon would come from the forest and tap on the window with his claw, and my female would talk to him through the cracked window.

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