Page 88 of Valpar

Gritting my teeth, I couldn’t help but fight the urge to snap back, as the male’s words about another male’s shaft would make any orc snap. The taste of frustration lingered on my tongue as I released the heavy boulder, its thud echoing throughthe surroundings. Determinedly, I stomped towards Olur, his wide grin mocking me. He was taller than I, but I was stronger. I refuse to be deterred. With each step, the ground trembled beneath my feet, matching the strength that surged through my veins.

“What are you saying, Olur?” I bit out.

The crowd fell silent, and not even a bird in the sky could be heard. My sweet miresa gripped the seat, in my peripheral vison, and her head cocked to the side in wonder.

Olur leaned forward, his arms crossed. The light sources that were slowly beginning to descend cast a glow on the side of his face. He tipped up his lip and Taghig slapped his friend’s arm in warning.

“Don’t do this, this is too far,” Taghig said.

I growled. “No, he has said it. Let him finish what he has started.”

Olur tutted and leaned back again. “I am saying your shaft has not lifted since you have been around your miresa. I think you might have a problem pleasing her and that is why you have not claimed her.”

The creatures in the crowd snickered and laughed. When my eyes set on them they all quieted, but it was Olur that I wanted to wreak my wrath upon.

I leaned forward to whisper to my fellow tribesman. I did not want attention brought to my female. “I hold my shaft back with this leather belt.” I pointed to my leg. “To not scare my mate at my constant desire,” I muttered under my breath. “Her body is small, and I will not hurt what is mine. I will take my time to stretch her until I claim her, so I do not ruin her tiny hole,” I snarled and Olur’s mischievous face fell.

“What? She is too small?” Olur asked as we both turned to my mate, but she stood up in the chair, both hands on her hips.

“Valpar’s thingy is not small! It’s freaking huge! How dare you talk about his junk in front of other people like that!” She pointed to Olur.

Taghig held back his laughter, and I nudged him to shut his enormous mouth.

I pushed out my chest in pride, as my mate defended me, and crossed my arms.

An unknown shout came from the crowd. “What about a dick showing contest?!”

The crowd went wild in agreement and my miresa’s face paled, along with the rest of the orcs. Our shafts were sacred and meant only for our miresas, to be presented to them when it was time to claim them.

All eyes were on my little fairy, who was standing on the chair. I knew my miresa wanted everyone to like her, to love her. She craved friendship, but as soon as everyone chanted her name she raised her hand as the king would and shook her head.

“No, we will not be having that sort of contest. I will not have my mate, nor any other orc tribe member, show off his private parts. They have a different culture than the rest of Bergarian. They don’t show off their bodies like that and that needs to be respected.”

Groans came from the audience. It was not the answer they wanted, but even with those groans and complaints my mate smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

“Throw that boulder, big orc daddy!” She waved again before falling onto her backside on the cushion.

This. Female.

“Orc daddy?” Taghig asks. “What is an orc daddy? Does one want to be an orc daddy?”

I walked away from both of my opponents, not wanting to speak to them about the topic. I was still getting theick,as my miresa called it from talking to King Osirus about rutting.

Whispering under my breath, I muttered, “I’m going to need some ale after this,” as I felt the rough texture of the boulder against my calloused hands. With a firm grip, I pivoted on my heels and hurled it skyward. The air filled with a tense silence as the massive rock soared through the atmosphere, passing the two other boulders. It crashed outside the courtyard, shattering the tranquility of the marble tiles near the meandering pathways leading to the palace’s grand entrance. A twinge of guilt washed over me, and I winced, fully aware that I had once again marred a piece of the magnificent palace’s construction.

The crowd cheered anyway, and my mate stood and pranced toward me, trying to wrap her arms around my waist. “You did great! Is it over now? I’ve been sitting in that chair all day. The light sources are melting and I can’t stand sitting there another minute.”

“The light sources? Melting?”

My female nodded excitedly. “Yeah, doesn’t that sound so much better than setting? They look like they are melting into the trees.”

Her face was bright, and she was smiling. Her blunt teeth, which could not help her in a battle, were white as the cleanest of pearls, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. She was sweet and innocent, and all I could think about was ruining her with my cock.

Being selfish with her.

But she wanted it, too.

I huffed and pressed my forehead to hers. “Yes, I do like your word better.”

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