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She had suffered and I didn’t want to bring it to the surface. I wanted her to be how she was now.

“But she needs boundaries, as you know. Calliope has been ignored and Theresa has turned a blind eye to her behavior. She can become bratty, just like someone else I know.” King Osirus lifts his eyebrow at his female, who sat on his lap. She shrugged her shoulders as if she had no idea what he was talking about.

“Don’t know where she got that from,” she muttered under her breath.

“Just be sure to know how to distinguish between the two spankings, like we discussed. Follow through and don’t let that pout get to you. I commend you for putting her in time-out, especially staying with her during her episode. She has a hard time staying alone with her thoughts.”

I grunted in reply. The more and more the king talked about her parents, the more I disliked them. They thought they weretaking care of my female, but they were causing more problems. Birch wasn’t technically her orgamo so he felt he had no say. Theresa saw Calliope suffer for too long and just wanted to protect her, not punish her and give her what she needed.

If she was my orcling, maybe I would have done the same, but who is to know for sure? I wouldn’t have left her alone to punish her, I wouldn't have let her out of my sight. I’d talk to her, even if it is not my strongest ability.

In my drums, I felt Calliope craved someone to care enough to put a stop to her. She acted out for someone to pull her back and put her in her place. To show her they cared enough for her.

I am that orc.

I denied her my physical touch for four days. I had not claimed her. I was as bad as Theresa and Birch.

My drums plummeted into my stomach at that thought alone. But I had so much more to worry about. Stretching her, her memories returning, I never thought having a female would require so much thinking.

“Valpar, are you alright?” King Osirus’s voice entered my ears, and I jerked my chin up in acknowledgement.

“Sorry. Thinking.” Thinking alone wasn’t something I was used to. Not unless it required me to think of fighting, hitting or destroying something.

The Queen slid off the King’s lap and approached me. She gave a small smile and looked up at me, while I hung my head.

“We know you are trying. I can’t imagine what you are thinking and going through. Just follow your heart, your body, your emotions. The Moon Goddess wouldn’t have paired you with her if she didn’t think it was right.”

I grunted again, crossing my arms.

I was a terrible male. I have done everything wrong with my female. Claiming was supposed to be easy. I was to take her,shelter, feed, clothe and make her happy. I had failed on all fronts, and most of all, I left her alone multiple times a day.

I couldn’t help my body’s urges. I had to relieve my sack. Being near her for just a few moments rendered my shaft to be too hard. Cock was such a better word; it felt more dirty and vile. I was glad there was such a vulgar word for a shaft in this land.

Even now, I cannot get her body out of my mind. Her smaller form, the tight hole she has. When I was out in the forest, the many times I left her, I would think of my face between her thighs, the tiny pink lips that would welcome my tongue.

Her tiny tits, her smooth body made my cock constantly hard, and when I rushed out of our cave, I immediately would loosen the strap that tied myself to my leg and let my seed coat the outside of my shaft.

Bassza, it felt good, having my shaft coated in my seed. It was enough to make it wet, to make me feel more like I was inside her. Buried deep in that wet cunt, taking all of me.

I closed my eyes, wishing I could be in the forest right now, releasing my heavy sack. Every stroke I thought of her, how it would feel on that small nub, that she liked to have licked so much.

At the time, I thought it was best to stay away, after the news was delivered to me. I had to rethink how to claim her, what was best for her.

Then, she had to say I was supposed to love her. I didn’t know this word… love. Is it another word for rutting? Sex? What was it?

I could feel distant drums banging in my head.

She made me want to drink.

I gritted my teeth. I needed to leave this room, to relieve myself again of my seed.

It took me days to realize how she needed release as much as I did, and now I will have to do more for her. And I will. That waswhy I was here. She will get this spanking that she wanted, the pleasure that she needed until I find a way to claim her without having her past memories resurfacing.

“Valpar?” The Queen’s troubled look startled me when I opened my eyes again. I shifted my cloth, making sure my cock was covered.

I cursed under my breath. I swear my cock would have fallen off before this meeting was through.

“I will take care of my female. Thank you for your…informational customs that will help our bonding.” I winced as I tried to put the memories away, of King Osirus putting the Queen over his lap.

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