I brushed my arm against Osirus as I passed. The king was out of his mind. Perhaps too much of his female’s scent has gone to his head. I’d heard of males being consumed once mated.
I would have done the same, but there would be no light source rising that will bring me my miresa. Not then, not ever.
Melina’s small gasp reached my ears and muttered that small fae’s name. I could smell a faint scent of Calliope on both of the royals, and I wondered if this was the niece who was visiting?
“I’ll take care of her; you take care of that—” Melina spat at my back. I didn’t know a queen could spout such hatred.
I didn’t care in the slightest.
Osirus’s unamused hum filled the air, as the sound of his wings fluttering echoed behind me. The guards, their trembling bodies a testament to their fear, became a spectacle as I approached the door. I let out a low grunt, feeling the weight of my presence intensify their unease. They put out their swords to block me, but one glare their way, they deflated and backed away.
“Let him go,” Osirus said in a bored tone. “I’ll take care of the stubborn goblin.”
I let out a tired sigh as I stepped into the serene hallway just outside the bustling ballroom. The echoes of laughter and chatter had faded away, leaving behind a peaceful silence.
Finally.
The air was thick with the lingering scent of fresh flowers that sat on every table, their delicate fragrance filled my nostrils. A sudden sneeze escaped me, followed by a low groan of my annoyance as I used my arm to wipe my nose, while I felt the tickle of irritation.
“I knew you to be the most stubborn of your brothers, but I didn’t know you could also be the most dense,” Osirus drawled.
I had spent countless hours studying ancient picture texts of my people and honing my combat skills. My mind was sharp, my strategies were foolproof and my determination to protect my tribe was unwavering. While others may have faltered in the face of strong forces, I stood tall, ready to confront them head-on.
My ideas during the war proved tactful; I counted for every possible scenario, ensuring that no witch or warlock would escape my grasp. With precision and finesse, I dismantled their dark reign and helped bring peace back to our land. I was confident in my abilities.
Dense?He said I was dense.
I snarled, the anger flashing in my eyes, and swiftly turned to face him.
“That fae tricked me!” I balled my fists at my side. “She smells nothing like a fae. She used magic, a potion to hide her scent. She made me want her. She did things to my body!” My breath heaved and sweat beaded on my brow.
My body instantly remembered her touch, like it was supposed to be there. The drum in my chest thrummed like hundreds lived in there. My body shook, wanting to hold her body in my arms, to protect her, take her, rut her, and leave my marks on her clean, unmarked skin.
I let my fists relax, when I found a whiff of her scent on my tunic. My chest purred, a sound I had never made before, and my eyes widened as I placed my hand over my chest to feel the rumbling that I felt.
Osirus’s lips curled into a smug smile, as he confidently adjusted the coat draped over his body. “You really believe magic would do that?” he taunted, gesturing towards my sturdy shaft.
I growled in warning, and he chuckled.
“Tell me, how did you help us win the war, Valpar? What was the turning point?”
I jutted out my chin, showing off my tusks. “Orcs are powerful, we have the strength of ten shifters. We can destroy anything in our way, we are immune to mag—”
Osirus perched his hand under his chin when the sudden realization hit me.
“Is that so? You are immune to magic.” he said condescendingly.
Bassza!
All orcs are immune to magic, so then, why does my body react to this female? Why am I drawn to her? Why do I need her, want her? Why does my cock leak?
“She—she does not smell like a fae.” I swallowed trying to keep Osirus’ scrutinizing gaze away from me.
Osirus leaned on the wall, picking a flower up from a vase. “That is because she is not a fae, or a fairy, or any other creature of this realm. She is a human, Valpar.”
Ahu-man.
I grabbed my shaft that laid beneath the cloth I wore. I knew ofhu-mans. All orcs were given a book, made by Queen Clara of the Cerulean Moon Kingdom. It was of each species of shifters, vampires, fae and fairy. It was to help the orcs in case we found a miresa among those creatures.
