Page 67 of Valpar

“I have another rule, you aren’t to touch yourself,” I rasped as I climbed up the bed, pinning my forearms against either side of her head.

My mate wrinkled her eyebrows, and a pout formed on her lips.

“You can’t tell me what to do! You-you don’t want to touch me!” she snapped, and trailed her fingers lower down her body.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled it in front of my face. Her fingers were wet, slick with the sweet arousal from her cunt. I took them into my mouth and licked them clean. Her eyes widened as she watched my tongue dive between the two fingers to get every drop.

Moon Fairy above, I had missed her taste. I’d missed touching her, hovering above her, watching her squirm beneath me. There was something animalistic seeing her as prey and I the predator. To take every innocent part of her and claim it as my own, like when we first met.

And then to learn of her past, bassza! I froze. I didn’t want to hurt her…even when King Osirus said she does not want to be seen as fragile. How could I not, with a past like hers? I wanted to wrap her in the leaves of a dragon scale tree so she would never get a scrape or a scar or be hurt by the outside world.

A monster like me should not be mated to her. I could break her. Look how small she was.

Her hole was small. How would I stretch her without harm coming to her? I had second guessed everything I planned for her after knowing her past.

I groaned when her hand ran up my chest. My miresa’s fingers grazing over my hardened nipples. I groaned at the sensation, my body betraying me despite my inner turmoil. Her touch ignited a fire within me, a primal need to claim her and make her mine.

How could I, a monster, be mated to someone as pure and innocent as her? I could break her with just one wrong move. How could she ever handle being with an orc like me?

She deserved much better, but I was a selfish monster.

I laid my body on top of her, but not so much that it suffocated her. My mind raced with doubts and fears. She watched me with concerned eyes, her hand still rubbing over my chest.

“What’s wrong?” she asked softly. “Did I do something?”

“No,” I replied gruffly. “It’s just...you’re so small.”

She tilted her head in confusion. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“I will break you,” I said, not able to meet her gaze.

Her hand moved from my chest to cup my cheek, forcing me to look at her. “You won’t break me,” she said firmly. “I am stronger than you think. Besides, I don’t think the Goddess would have paired us if that were to happen?”

I wanted to believe her words, but a part of me knew the truth. Her hole was small. How would I stretch it enough for our mating? What if the spell broke? The thought made me feel sick to my stomach.

“I don't want to hurt you,” I admitted, feeling vulnerable in front of her for the first time since we met. “I want to rut you into the bed, I worry I will have no control. I have been planning…”

It was partly true. How far could I go with my mate without having her break the spell placed on her head? I could give her all my brands but one, not completely branding her as mine. She would not know the difference. Orcs claimed differently than the rest of Bergarian.

The question was… could I hold my final brand back?

Her expression softened and she leaned in closer to me. “Tell me your plans,” she said in a whisper that made my shaft twitch against her leg.

I took a deep breath, but that made my mouth water. Her arousal was thick and musty in the room, and I feared that the few minutes I was outside releasing my sack of seed was not enough.

“You need to be stretched, little fairy...”

Her breath hitched. “You know, I haven’t even seen your stuff, yet. Is it bigger than this?” She reached for the small worm beside her and put it between us. It wiggled and then it vibrated.

I looked on in horror at the small, pink worm in her hand. I slapped it away and it flew to the floor, the vibration stopped. “What was that thing? And why was it near your cunt? What were you doing with it?” My tender voice reverted to dripping jealousy and I hovered over her once again.

She didn’t fear me, instead she laughed and covered her face. “It’s a dildo. It’s like a copy of a male’s penis!” She laughed, again. “And it has a little button so it can vibrate, too. A real penis can’t do that. I was going to use it to help stretch me.”

I reared my head back and stared at the worm on the floor. My miresa needed no such thing. My shaft was much larger, anyway, and would feel better in her body.

“You will never pleasure yourself again, especially with that!” I pointed to the floor. “I will be the only one that touches your cunt, do you understand?” My voice was laced with anger. I feared it could have been too much, but she quieted and nodded.

“Okay, but you have to touch me.” She scowled. “Because you haven’t touched me in days. How else am I going to get my needs met? You give me a taste and then leave me hanging. I can’t handle that.” My miresa crossed her arms and her tits were pushed upward. They are tiny, pink and are begging for my mouth to be placed on them.

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