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Happy thoughts, cheerful things, that’s all I want to have. No more thoughts of bad things.

Simon leaped onto the plush bed, causing a gentle creaking sound to resonate through the room. Valpar released a deep sigh, his voice carrying a low growl as he expressed his frustration. “Off, animal.”

Simon tilted his head, and his mischievous gaze fixed on me. With a sudden burst of energy, he shot out his tongue and blew a series of playful raspberries. The air filled with the sound of his silly antics, making me burst into laughter. I couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of joy as I extended my arm, inviting Simon to come join us.

Simon turned his butt around and planted his rear end right into Valpar’s lap.

Valpar grunted. “What is he doing?” He went to shove off Simon, but he let out a loud bleat.

I smiled and scratched Simon behind his ears. “He’s trying to be friends with you. Even if you tried to eat him. He knows he’s going to be coming back to the Monktona Wood with us, sohe’s trying to make amends. Which is weird because he doesn’t forgive people very easily.”

Simon yelled again and licked me on the cheek.

Valpar’s eyes widened and his jaw went slack. “You mean he’s coming with us? To live with us?”

I tilted my head. “Yes, why wouldn’t he? I’m his support companion. He’ll start fainting all the time if I’m not around.”

“Bassza, this cannot be happening.” Valpar fell back onto the bed, letting Simon and I stay on his lap. “He cannot sleep in the furs. He will sleep in his own space.”

Simon and I both groaned, and I scratched his ears again. “Sorry, buddy. It was a good try.” Simon lifted his butt off Valpar’s lap and he let out a little toot.

I waved my hand in front of me and stifled a giggle. “No more dairy for you. Your tummy is getting upset.” I turned to Valpar. “He’s lactose intolerant. You don’t have a lot of cows over in the Monktona Wood do you?”

“Female, you make me want to drink.” He laid his arm over his eyes, but I see the big grin on his face stretch over his big teeth.

I just needed to remember life can be like a wiener… it can get hard, but it can’t stay hard forever. I just hoped my life from now on wouldn’t be super hard like Valpar’s wiener because his seemed to stay hard all the time now.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Valpar

I had her positionedon all fours, her rear nestled in the firm grasp of my hands. Despite her small body, the undeniable satisfaction flooded over me as I witnessed myself being pulled into her tight cunt.

With each thrust, I delved deeper, drawing closer and closer until I reached my brand. It was the largest, the throbbing knot-like bulge that would bind us forever. Once I forced it inside her, my essence would be imprinted upon her skin and her soul, forever marking her as mine. From that moment on, there wouldbe no doubt or questioning of her ownership, as her scent alone would serve as a reminder to everyone of our bond.

I pressed my brand against her entrance, feeling my shafter shudder. Her back arched, a silent plea for more. Her warmth engulfed me, her desire obvious. I emitted a low growl. My primal instincts took over as I firmly gripped her hips and my claws sank into her flesh.

My head leaned back, and I tried my hardest not to push it inside. I needed her like I needed air, the fish water and the bees nectar. I wanted, with every fiber of my being, to be connected to her. My soul needed her.

“Valpar,” her quivering voice caught me off guard and my attention snapped to her as my last bulge sat waiting to enter her.

“Not yet, I’m not ready yet.”

My eyes snapped open, the darkness that surrounded the room a reminder that it was all just a dream. My cock was unbearably hard. I wrapped my hand around it and took in deep labored breaths.

It’d been days since we were stuck in the cave. My miresa said that there must be a tropical storm outside. It happened every so often, when a storm came from the sea causing wind, rain and thunder. During those days we played someboard games, fucked, and she has shown me how to draw.

I even let her play with my hair.

She was not good at braiding but getting better. I had fun showing her and it brought me great joy that she would want to learn.

Would she want to braid our future orclings’ hair?

My throat grew tight at the thought.

My little fairy had not brought up the subject again, about knowing of her past. Not that I would want her to. Knowing thather past was erased was enough for her to be upset, I would not push the idea for her to know.

It was enough of my burden being lifted that she came to terms with it herself. She knew I would be here for all her answers.

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