Page 102 of Valpar

I let out a growl and a panting Simon came up behind me. He pulled on my cloth and fell to the ground, whining.

“I don’t know where she is!” I hissed. “Where is my miresa?!”

I should have put my fingers into her cunt while she slept. I would do this more often. Better yet, I would tie her to me at all times. It was a mistake not to do this, I would do this always.

I picked up the goat and he sighed in relief as I carried him with me. I could not believe my miresa would have traveled this far, but she was an energetic female. She did not sleep long. She craved me as much as I craved her, and I would find myself waking up with her mouth around my shaft.

Simon groaned and lifted his head, nodding his horns to the right. I watched him as he continued to nod, his groan long with exhaustion, and I turned to where he wanted to go. Her footsteps were long gone, but I still smelled her scent. It grew stronger and light was building near the middle of a clearing. A stream of water curled around a tree where I stood.

I laid Simon near the water, where he greedily lapped it up, and I gripped hold of the hilt of my sword when I heard water splashing.

Blue lights swirled in the distance. I closed my eyes and groaned and immediately knew it was a whisp. I tried not to let them distract me when one comes into view. Those annoying lights that had a mind of their own flew above the foliage where humming was coming to my ears.

It spiraled upward, showing off a rope. Another whisp flew up parallel to the other, and I gritted my teeth as I watched them disappear into the trees. The ropes tightened and it was like I could hear the whisps tenfold. They swayed underneath the branches and a hum came from the other side, with splashing sounds echoing through the darkness again.

The blue lights fell back down from the trees, landing on the other side of the brush. I took tentative steps toward the sounds, my miresa’s smell becoming stronger, and I knew she must be on the other side. I didn’t smell anyone else or hear anything that could be a danger, but I could not be certain. Not with these whisps playing with her.

The whisps are legends, here long before any of the souls that had lived in Bergarian, but I worried what they were up to. Theyliked to frolic with the females, liked to cause trouble, but others said they were the ones that ultimately led to your destiny.

I had found my destiny already, so why would these whisps be here?

My steps became frantic. I rushed forward, unable to take the anticipation any longer. I pushed through the bushes and found my miresa sitting on a board, swaying with the ropes bound on either side of it. She was swaying over the stream, her feet dangling over the waters and she kicked, making water splash over the embankment on the other side, dousing the blue wisp.

“Female!” I roared, and the whisps squealed and shot up into the trees.

As she turned, the delicate crunch of the purple moss beneath my feet released a burst of golden light, illuminating her face. The radiant glow momentarily distracted me, causing my anger towards her to fade into the background.

“What are you fucking doing?” I sheathed my sword and stormed over to her, my feet leaving footprints in the soft soil, and stomping into the stream.

The seat had slowed, and she was no longer waving about over the water. I picked her up by her hips and carried her back over the shoreline.

“Swinging?” she said innocently, when I dropped her onto the grass and her toes weaved into the blades.

I pinched between my eyes. “Swing-ing? Is that what you were doing? In the middle of the night?” I growled and paced in front of her. “You left me in the cave,” my voice rose. “You left me in the furs, alone, and you left Simon. You walked out, into the wilderness by yourself and you didn’t think to wake me? You are MINE! I am supposed to take care of you. How am I to do that when you wander away from me?”

Her bottom lip curled, and her hands went behind her back.

“Why? Why are you out here, Calliope?”

She gasped. “You called me by my name!”

I jutted out my jaw. “Of course I did!” I roared. “You ran into the wilderness and who knows what creatures could have taken you from me. Another orc? An ogre? A dragon? I would burn down the whole kingdom to get you back!”

Instead of looking guilty, she smiled. “Aw, you’d do that for me?”

Moon Fairy above, please help me.

“Why, my sweet human, would you put me through this? You will give me hair grey as my orgamo’s.”

My miresa stood up on her toes and pulled on my hair to inspect it. “Nope, still black. I still got a little more time.”

I groaned and stepped away from her, pulling at my strands.

“The reason I was out here,” she began, “was because I had to think.”

Think? She had to think?

“About what?” I hissed. “What did you have to think about out here alone, that you could not do in the cave safe and within my arms?”

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