Page 117 of Valpar

“I love you,” she blurted, her hand pushing to my chest. “I love you.”

I pressed my hand to her chest again, not stopping my movements as I felt the tingling at the back of my spine.

“This feeling?”

She nodded weakly. “Yes, it meansI love you. With all the good feeling in me.”

I let out a grunt, as warmth spread through my heart.

Her body trembled against mine, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn’t resist the overwhelming pleasure as my hips surged forward, plunging into her with an intensity that bordered on ecstasy. Every inch of me yearned to explore the depths of her, careful not to cause any pain. With a grunt, I poured my seed into the depths of her womb. A soft whimper escaped her lips, blending with her satisfied sighs. Her delicate nails etched into my back, holding onto me tightly, as if her life depended on it.

I collapsed onto her, with my body supported by my forearms. Tremors coursed through me, a mix of physical exertion and intense emotion. My heart pounded in my chest, echoing the lingering sensation of that indescribable feeling she spoke of... love. The room spun around us, filled with the scent of sweat and the sound of heavy breathing.

We stayed like that for a while, the sweat of our bodies mingling as we caught our breath.

Her delicate fingers gently traced the strands of my hair, sending a tingling sensation down my spine. I couldn’t help but shiver, feeling the subtle reverberations that followed. Never before had I experienced such an intense release.

“Valpar,” she whispered softly, her lips brushing against my ear. “For the first time, I feel accepted. Feel like I belong. It’s what I always wanted but never thought I would have.”

Her words filled me, and I could feel a lump forming in my throat. It was a strange sensation, to belovedso deeply by someone so special. She was so small but had feelings so large.

I pulled back to look at her face. Her gaze was soft and angelic, not a hint of fear.

“I want to give you everything, my little fairy,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “It kills me to know that you will face demons of your past. I don’t want you to remember pain.”

She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving mine. “But I have to. Our past shapes our future. I know that now.”

I took her hand and pressed it to my chest, my heart thundering against her touch. “Can you feel me?”

She frowned and shook her head. “Your heart beating, but that is all.”

Perhaps when I claim her, she will feel it.

“I want you to know, I love you too.” I reassured her. “And everything I do, I will do for you. I will fight your nightmares. Find another witch even after we have bonded powerful enough to fight the memories again, if you wished. Even if it means I have to win you over again.”

My miresa’s face paled and shook her head. “Valpar, no!”

I leaned on my elbows, refusing to pull my cock from her body and grabbed her hands. “I swear to you, my little fairy, I will do anything to take your pain away.”

“Y-you can’t do that. We will be bonded. Magic won’t work on me if we are together. Orcs are immune. When people bond, genetics mix, you get the good qualities of both species. I’ll live longer just like you, be immune to sickness.” She smiled. “And immune to magic.”

I growled. “Then, I will find someone who can. Perhaps Starla—”

She cupped my face and kissed me. “No. I don’t want to forget the journey of how we got here. Don’t make me forget falling into your big bulky arms. That’s the most romantic thing ever. I want to tell our future babies.”

My cock twitched inside her and she giggled.

She laid back down and I pressed my head to the crook of her neck. We lay there for a while, while she played with my hair once again.

“Before you decide what you want to do,” I muttered, “I have a letter. You wrote it before you forgot your memories. A letter to you, from you. Your uncle gave it to me. Told me to give it to you when it was time.”

Her fingers stilled.

“I believe it was to help you decide if you wanted to know your past, or help you come to terms with remembering your past.”

She bit her lip. “Do you think I should read it?”

I rubbed my hand up and down her body, watching goosebumps rise on her skin. I could not tell her what to do. This was her decision to make. It was her pain to come to terms with. As much as I wanted to claim her.

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