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We all stood our ground. We had never been afraid of the king, but we had never been comfortable to share our traditions.

“I know we have different traditions, but I’m sure Calliope would not appreciate what you have in mind.” The king looked back at the blankets and pillows set up on the grasses. “Especially with this sort of crowd.”

Orcs, fae, pixies, shifters and even a few sirens dusted the crowd. No, even I didn't like it.

My female squirmed in my arms until she leaned over my shoulder. I cupped her backside so others couldn’t see her ass. “Where are all the children going?” She tilted her head as the parents led the children away, but most of the adults stayed. “What’s going on?”

“No, we will not do this,” I hissed. “Tradition or not, I will not share my female.”

The other orcs groaned in disappointment. “We just want to be a part of something our orgamos and ogamies had. We want to celebrate too—” one orc said from the back. My shoulders slumped, but I still shook my head.

No, my female came first.

Before I could turn away, the king put his hand on my forearm. “I have something that will satisfy everyone’s needs and keep Valpar and Calliope’s mating on their own timeline.”

The king snapped his fingers and whispered to his servants who stood by him. They hurried off and my miresa was whispering to Melina. She was giggling and playing with my hair while watching the rest of the crowd that refused to leave.

Assholes.

I like this word, too.

Soon, King Osirus erected a tent and filled it with hanging lanterns that cast a bright light, spilling out of the tent. As my miresa would say, the light sources have melted into the trees and now darkness has descended upon the land.

When one of the servants went inside to place a tray a food, I was shocked. I could see the silhouette of their body. You could see the outline of everything, even their wings. I now knew what the king was doing. The light would cast shadows of our bodies, so the tribe and the king’s people could see that we had solidified our rutting—mating.

This was more than just the tribe being here, knowing how precious it was. It felt like half the kingdom were here, and the king and queen no less. How would my miresa feel about this? And I would not bond with her, not now, not in front of these people.

Taghig nudged me with his elbow as the orcs continued to set up the large tent. Pillows and blankets were being brought from the palace, and I could hear the queen’s joyous cackles coming from beside my mate’s throne.

“Just make it look believable. This is the best outcome.” He shrugged his shoulders. “You do not have to mate her. Obviously, you care for her, but she is not physically ready.”

I jutted out my jaw. “I’m not doing this unless she wants to.” I stepped up to Taghig. “You both started this.” I pointed to both Taghig and Olur. “You thought you would meddle, and now you have started things you do not understand.” I took my free hand and balled it into a fist. “She is human. She listened to our culture, saved all of your cocks from exposure and you expected her to show off her body and let people hear her cries of pleasure. I won’t have it.” I snarled.

I couldn’t let my miresa do this. Even if the king was trying to help keep peace with both of the Wood and his niece. How could I subject my mate to something as this?

“Only the Orc tribe shall remain.” King Osirus’ voice echoed through the arena.

My mate turned around and slid down my body, so she sat in the crook of my arm. Her hand cupped my face to have her face to face with me.

“Hey, are we gonna go do the dirty in there?” She nodded to the tent. “While everyone is outside of the tent?”

“Do the dirty?” I asked.

“You know, the nasty. The good stuff. Like what we do when we are naked.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

I didn’t speak, too stunned at what she was saying.What was she saying, exactly?

“This is gonna be like a rated X puppet show,” she whispered.

“Female, I don’t know what you are saying!” I growled at her.

My miresa sighed and patted me on the chest. “It’s okay, to get performance anxiety. I bet I will get that too, once we are in there. Just know, I’m here for you. All of me, right here.” She rubbed her hand down her neck and to her chest. Her tits hardened under her touch and the strap on my shaft grew too tight for me to bear.

Sweet Moon Fairy.

“Well? Are you ready,” she whispered, “because I cannot wait for Ivy to get super jealous when I choke on your dick.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

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