Page 21 of Valpar

I did not want to let go, and I would not let her leave.

My grip tightened around her waist, and her fingers dug into my chest. The prick of pain was welcomed with those small painted talons.

“What’s your name?” I rasped, trying to keep my anger at bay. I did not want to scare this female, I just simply wanted to know who she was and why she had this effect on me.

Moon Fairy…was she?

My heart pounded in my chest like large drums, echoing into my ears. Each beat was a reminder of the fierce emotions that this female had stirred within me. Her scent… the chamomile tea! It filled my lungs, made my mouth water and my cock leak with wild desire.

She continued to struggle against my hold, her eyes growing wide with confusion. I could see the questions swirling in her mind, but I needed answers just as much as she did.

“What is your name?” I asked again, my voice low and demanding.

Her lips parted as if she was about to speak, but then they closed again. She seemed to debate whether to reveal her identity to a stranger.

“Calliope,” she breathed, holding still. Her hands were still on my chest, and when she tried to remove them, I let out a grunt in protest.

She quickly placed them back.

“Good, female,” I hummed in appreciation, my tense body softening. Her ocean blue eyes dilated, her long lashes brushing her cheeks when she slowly closed them and opened them again.

I took my time studying her, my shaft filling by the second. She held perfectly still as I studied the cloth she wore. The blue silk cloth clung to her curves and went up her thigh.

“What is this cloth made of?” I asked, pointing to the item with a single clawed finger. I was trying to get her to talk, to hear her voice while I studied her body.

What creature was she? She did not smell like any creature I had encountered before.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion before she looked down at it. “S-silk,” she explained with a small smile.

I had never felt cloth this soft and smooth before. My people were simple beings, wearing only what was necessary for survival. The texture means nothing. But this dress…it seemed almost magical in its appearance. It felt like the skin of this creature.

“I like it,” I said honestly, my eyes roaming over her body once again.

I like it almost as much as this female’s body.

She blushed at my words and fidgeted in my lap. “Thank you,” she said softly.

I couldn’t help but let out a low growl at the sight of her flushed cheeks and submissive posture. My possessive instincts were roaring to life within me – this female was mine to claim.

Bassza…mine.

My hand traced up her lower back and spine. She leaned into me, her breath coming in short, steady pants. Then, I felt something between her shoulder blades, and I paused.

When I pulled back, taking in her whole view, I saw none other than wings sprouting from her back.

My mouth went slack, and disappointment flared.

A fairy or a fae.

Could this female be using magic on me?

“W-what’s your name?” The innocence in her voice was captivating. It took me by surprise each time she spoke. She captivated my body, the drum in my chest, my skin, and my shaft, telling me that she was the one, that she was mine, but my mind told me another.

It could be a trick. A trick from a fae or fairy trying to see my shaft, to play and toy with me.

My expression turned to a scowl, but her bright face didn’t register my change in mood.

Calliope blinked several times, while her legs swung from my lap, since they couldn’t reach the ground.

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