Page 42 of Valpar

Aren’t we supposed to be mates? Isn’t that my job to help him?You know, take care of his male parts?I’ve read about women taking care of men, but my experience was non-existent.

I put my ear back up to the door, because hearing my name on his lips was doing something to my body. It gave me the tingles from my nipples down to my pussy.

Cheese and crumbs, I wish I had enough confidence to just knock on the door, better yet, open the barrier between us and demand to help him.

But I wasn’t there yet.

What if it was different looking? Everyone in the realm wondered what an orcthinglooked like.

Valpar groaned again, and I cupped my breast with one hand, while the other trailed down my hip and between my legs. This was so hot and so steamy I couldn’t stand it.

Oh, to be denied for so many years, and finally I could explore my sexual desires.

Shut up, Calliope, you sound ridiculous.

“Yes, female, so tight,” he whispered harshly.

I nibbled on my lip, delicately circling my finger around my clit, yearning to replicate the sensation of Valpar’s tongue. But it fell short. I craved his touch, the real thing.

I let the visions come, of how he roughly handled me, grabbing my hips and pulling me into his mouth, and how he wore my thighs like earrings until I felt myself build that amazing sensation. I heard Valpar’s restrained grunt, and splashes hitting the floor.

And it kept coming.

Hekept coming.

Goddess, how much does an orc come?

I couldn’t finish, I was too much in awe of how much I heard hit the floor.

The sink turned on, my heart pounded in my chest, and I raced away from the door. I would not get caught, not yet.

I practically ran back to the bed, with my body on fire. It was like a different type of ache, and I needed relief badly.

Goddess, how much did an orc come? Was it the same as humans? Did he produce more because he’s bigger?

Darn those romance books not talking about orc come.

I threw the furs over my body, rubbing my thighs together in an effort to quell the ache. But it only seemed to make it worse.

I waited for Valpar to open the door, but he never did. Instead, I heard him groaning again.

Goddess, is he doing it again?

Maybe I should just go back and knock on the door. Maybe he’ll let me help him finish. Maybe he will do things to me—like he said he would.

Then fear took over. What if Karma was right? What if he was my babysitter?

I didn’t want to be someone’s problem. I didn’t want to force him to do things to me but—I’m so needy right now.

I was lying on the bed, my hand rubbing roughly between my legs. But it was not enough. It was never enough when I thought about Valpar. I’d never had anyone look at me the way he did, and talk to me, not treat me like I would break.

He wanted me so ferally. And I wanted more of those grunts between my legs.

Cheesus. What was wrong with me?

I rubbed my fingers over my clit, beneath the blanket, too afraid to emerge and knock on the door. I continued feeling the wetness gather on my fingers until I dipped them inside. I hadn’t explored myself, and I was excited to have a chance to as I pushed a finger inside.

I bit my lip, pushing it deeper and found a slightly rougher area, and I rubbed there several times, until I arched my back and threw my breasts out.

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