Page 81 of Valpar

King Osirus stepped down from his throne and put his hand around the queen’s waist. “Our pleasure, Valpar, truly, do not worry yourself. I believe you have gained extra wrinkles around your eyes. Would you like me to send the guards with you to help guard her?”

I growled, snapping my jaw toward him. “I can handle my female just fine!”

The king chuckled, placing a kiss on his female’s head. “It’s funny. Thorn is quite territorial, too, with his female. It isn’t just you. It must be an orc trait.”

“My-my brother has found a female?” I asked in disbelief.

“Yes, and he’s got his dick strapped to his leg, just as you. I am rather curious now, too. What are you orcs hiding?”

Queen Melina silently clapped her hands. “Yes, we are.”

I groaned. “When, where? Has Thorn claimed her, yet?” I’d like to ask him questions but of course the king shakes his head.

“I don’t know. He basically chased me off. I have no idea what is going on, but I’m sure she’s being taken care of. He’s very possessive. Maybe even more so.”

I huffed. The only reason I let Calliope out of my sight was because the guards were bonded to other females. These wereguards I had fought with in the war. I knew of their loyalty to the king.

“I must find my miresa. It’s been too long.” I turned and heard footsteps behind me. They were muttering about Thorn while I tried to adjust the strap to my shaft. The leaking had stopped, but I knew I needed to relieve my sack, since I had thought too much about my little fairy’s naked body.

She was always on my mind.

Perhaps we could find her room in the palace. I could—

I palmed my shaft, feeling my seed leak down my leg. Yes, we would both benefit. Try this spanking. I could palm her ass, as Osirus said. Melina said she would like that, feel the heat of her body—

As strange as it was, getting advice from the King, it was…useful.

Distant cheers from the outside caught my attention. It stopped me in my tracks when I heard familiar, deep voices. They sounded like my tribe, so I went toward the windows in the long hallway.

“Half of the tribe went back to the Wood, but the other half stayed. Sugha led them back so you could take your time,” Kind Osirus said offhandedly. “A lot of the tribe was hopeful they could find their mates, since you found yours here…”

The king’s words became a mere murmur as my attention shifted downwards. My gaze fell upon the bustling crowd gathered at the foot of a decorated chair mimicking a throne. The tribe’s faces blurred into a sea of green, the male’s voices merging into yells and laughter.

Among the commotion, an intense heat emanated from within me, starting from my chest and gradually spreading to my face. It was as if a dormant volcano had awakened, igniting a fiery energy that coursed through the branches of my forearms. The surge of life force within me seemed to boil, matching theintensity of my emotions. A primal rage simmered beneath the surface, causing my teeth to clench and grind together. The sound reverberated in my ears. My very being of calm, since meeting my miresa, was eroding away at the barriers that held me back.

I’m sure I could have broken my jaw myself with how hard I was clenching.

The queen came beside me. Her wings touched my shoulder, and I snarled, causing the king to pull her away. “Valpar, what’s wrong?” she gasped when she looked outside.

Down below, the tribe, or what was left of it, was cheering. A bonfire sat in the middle and there was a small platform in front of it with a chair, decorated in vines, flowers and gifts at the foot of it.

Food was being placed on the large table, showcasing a delectable spread of appetizers, entrees and desserts. Mouthwatering meats, such as succulent roasted chicken and tender beef, arranged alongside an assortment of artisanal cheeses and freshly baked breads.

This looked like a miresa claiming ceremony. Long ago, when females were scarce, a female would pick her males. Females picked as many as up to five males to complete their clan, so every male was blessed time with a female. The males lived separately from each other; they had their own homes, and the female would come to them, care for them all equally. It was hard for the males, my ogamie was a beautiful female that cared for all of her males and my seeded orgamo came to be friends with all the other orgamos.

That was in the past. The Moon Fairy promised it would not happen again unless souls were open to it, and I knew my soul was not.

Calliope was mine.

I watched as the guards, the males I’d trusted with my miresa, walked out with her on their shoulders and sat her down on the cushioned throne that my tribe had created. My miresa was smiling, laughing as another orc brought her a plate of food.

Someone brought her food.

Someone brought my female food.

I was in charge of feeding my female.

I gripped my hand into fists, feeling my claws prick my palms. This was, indeed, a claiming ceremony. They were setting up the games, the sparring. The tribe was going behind my back.

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