Page 91 of Valpar

Calliope

I had Valpar’s attentionon me, which is what I wanted. My heart was racing, and I was trying my best to keep his nervousness away, by not thinking about the crowd that surrounded the courtyard.

Valpar’s tribe would remain, obviously. The Golden Light Kingdom’s subjects were thinning out, mostly taking their children away. At least some did not care to witness this tent ceremony, but there were still quite a few that were still here.Freshly mated and single souls that were used to the debauchery of a kingdom that was freer with their sexuality.

Valpar and his kind were not—at least, this generation from what I could tell. His tribe wanted to experience this because their parents did, and I wasn’t sure if they knew what they were getting into.

I had to be strong for my mate, because the tribe did a lot for me as well as the kingdom. We got a peek at what it was like to be an orc, and the males also took their time to sniff around and check for females.

It was a win-win for both, right?

As Vapar and I settled into the tent, a wave of nausea twisted my stomach into tight knots. The interior was adorned with a plush padding, giving the impression of being enveloped in softness. Blankets and pillows were scattered in every corner, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere. The air was filled with the comforting scent of freshly laundered fabric. In one corner, a delightful assortment of snack foods awaited, their aromas tempting.

We weren’t here for food, though, were we?

Valpar’s hand sought mine, his touch grounding me amid my rising anxiety. I could sense his own apprehension, his grip a little tighter than usual when he lifted me up and set me in his lap.

“I don’t like this,” he whispered.

I knew he didn’t. He said it the entire time we walked over. His glare was to the crowd, mostly those not of the tribe. Some of Osirus’ subjects left, not really feeling the orc tradition, thank the goddess.

Even Ivy, who stood with her arms crossed and shot daggers toward us, didn’t stay, and she was the only person I wanted to.

I wanted her to know that Valpar was mine.

I straddled over Valpar’s waist. He sat up straight in surprise and I cupped his face. “Let’s just pretend they are not out there,” I whispered.

The tent was situated toward the center of the courtyard, while Uncle Osirus ordered the crowd to be pushed far back to not disturb us. The orcs were complaining they wouldn’t get a better view or be able to listen very well, but Valpar argued that we should have time alone.

“How can you be alright with his?” my mate grumbled, his forehead kissing mine. He took his calloused hand and pressed it between my breasts. “You are scared.”

He pulled away but kept his hand on my chest. “I can feel you.” Valpar tilted his head. “You are worried, excited and aroused.” His lip tilted up, and he took a tentative lick of his tusk. “I thought you wanted this. I thought you were going to devour me?”

I swallowed heavily, my hand running up his chest. “I do. You keep forgetting I was raised around these crazy fae that do the nasty. Besides, am I not allowed to have other feelings?”

“You have many. All at once.” Valpar pulled me closer, my pussy feeling the warmth of his abdomen. “Does it not hurt your head?”

I snorted. “No? Women can have many emotions at once. Can you not?”

Valpar scratched his face with one of his claws. “It makes my head hurt. It makes me want to hit things, to push all feelings out.”

“Is that why you go outside so often when we were in the cave? To let out all your emotions?”

Valpar hummed. “Yes. Amongst other things. I have many thoughts. I am used to one at a time, one problem to fix. With you, I have many.”

I frowned and played with the strap on his thigh. I could see the knot where he had it tied tight. Melina said that Valpar had kept his dick tied up so I wouldn’t be afraid of him and his constant desire for me. I don’t know why he was so concerned about that. Not once have I ever been afraid.

I fiddled with the knot, trying to undo it while he spoke.

“I don’t want to hurt you, and I want to be a suitable mate.” He swallowed. “I want to give you these spankings you desperately want, but not hurt you.”

I blushed and leaned my head on his chest. “Sorry, I speak my mind. I think that is why people don’t like me so much. I should not have overwhelmed you, it’s just… I like the idea of you being rough with me. Flipping me over, slapping my butt, digging your claws into my hips…”

Valpar’s eyes widened, his breath heavy with want. “W-why? Why do you want me to be rough? Is this why you defy me? To get yourself in trouble?” he growled.

I grinned and patted his chest. “With you, yes. I enjoy pressing your buttons. With Mom and Dad, it was more to get attention. When you stuck me in that corner, and stayed with me, that was the first time I didn’t feel alone. You were there. I know it only happened one time, but for the first time I felt like someone would stay and call me out, then still care about me after.”

Valpar’s chest rumbled. “Of course, I will always be there. You will never be alone again.”

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