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Her eyes widened as I parted her legs further, giving me the perfect view of her back-end’s hole. I leaned in closer to inspect her lower lips. I could see fine before, but if she was going tosassme, I was going to make her more uncomfortable.

“Valpar!” she squeaked and tried to close her legs again.

Her efforts were useless, and my tongue licked at her swollen folds. She took in a shallow breath and held onto the side of the tub to keep her steady.

“Orc spit is known to help for cuts and sores. This will soothe your pussy.”

I took a longer, tentative lick to the top part of her cunt, making her back arch and her hand land in my hair.

“Please?”

I laid my tongue flat against it, taking a long lick and stared up at her. “I do not know. You said I was not pleasant to be around.”

“To other people, maybe! Not to me!” she argued, while trying to pull my head back to her pussy.

“You are a greedy female. So greedy your body accepted my cock fully.” My shaft pressed against the side of the cool stone tub and my body shivered. “Now you are going to get into the tub, and I will treat you more afterwards.”

She sighed deeply and nodded, and I carefully slipped her inside the warm waters.

“Good girl, now lean back and let me wash your hair.” She turned toward me and cocked her head.

“You are…going to wash me?”

I grabbed the oils from the shelf and smelled each one to find the right one to put in her hair. “Of course, it’s what a good male would do for his mate.”

She sensuously licked her lips, and I gently ran my sharp claws through the tangle of her vibrant pink hair. The room filled with a faint scent of floral shampoo, as I massaged her scalp. Her eyelids fluttered shut, surrendering to the pleasurable sensation.

I should have done this from the beginning.

“Tell me more,” she muttered under her breath as I poured water down her hair. “About your dads.”

I hummed and watched the water droplets run down her arm. I don’t know why I felt compelled to share with her, but the thoughts of my orgamos and their health flashed into my mind. “All the orgamos are sick,” I spoke without really thinking. “I mean, they look weak. They have aged since the war. Their black hair is turning white and grey, and their strength is leaving. They also look tired.”

My miresa licked her lips as the water ran down her cheek. “They are growing old,” my miresa said without looking at me. “Like a human. Humans don’t live long; their hair turns grey, and they get wrinkles on their faces.” She patted her hands on her cheeks. “If a Bergarian saw a human—an older human—for the first time, they would think they were sick, too. Maybe your dads are getting old, like humans.”

I raked my claws through her hair, which was now free of the tangles. “What happens after they gettoo old?” I asked, while I got a cloth from the table to wash her with.

My little fairy shuffled uncomfortably, so I took my claw and pulled her chin toward me. “Speak, what happens?”

Her lip wobbled. “They, go to sleep, but they don’t wake back up. It will be like your mother and they will meet her in the stars.”

The drumming in my chest slowed. This had come across my mind many times. All three had become sick, and Zarfu told my seeded orgamo that his time was short. Ogamie visited him in a dream and told him so.

My seeded orgamo had said nothing about Ogamie visiting him, so, I believed he would have more time, but I was not for certain. Nothing was for certain.

Perhaps it was my orgamo’s time to meet Ogamie. He had been sad for many moons and, when I visited him, he talked of her often. It would not surprise me if Zarfu passed into the stars, that my seeded orgamo would follow him shortly after.

I did not know how to feel about this. I was a selfish orc and wanted him to stay, but I also wanted him to be free of pain and be near the female he cared for.

I let out a sigh, took the cloth and rubbed my miresa’s back, cleaning her arms and her body. She watched me quietly. It was the quietest I had ever seen her and it worried me.

“What are you thinking?” I took the cloth and parted her legs. She gasped when I cleaned between her folds and her hands grabbed the tub.

Good, she knew not to push me away. Maybe time in the corner did do her good.

“What was it like?” She didn’t look at me, but gazed off into the distance. “What was it like, when you were younger? With yourbrothers and growing up?” I paused my cleaning of her body and she turned to me. “What was it like, to be young?”

Chapter Thirty-One

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