Page 110 of Valpar

We were bare, our bodies exposed to the world. The cloth that once adorned me was gone, leaving me feeling the cool breeze against my skin. I had ripped her dress like a savage beast, mercilessly shredded it into pieces. All cloth was now laid in tattered, unusable pieces on the ground.

We were both sated, exhausted, and my seed leaked out of her body, so much so, that I wondered if I would die because I had no life left in me.

I scooped her up, after the fifth time of expelling my seed. I only stopped because she said she couldn’t take it anymore. I gave her ass a slap, she moaned like my good female and leaned into my body seeking comfort. If she ever ran again, I’d take her twice as hard.

She was stronger than she looked and I could move the little feline in such interesting ways.

I cleared my throat and tried to start the inevitable conversation while we walked back to get my weapons. I didn’t know why I was dreading the response that she was about to give me. I needed to know who accompanied her to herthinking swing. Was it a male? Was it her uncle? If it was anyone she was related to, they should have known I would have been insanely worried and covered with fury.

“Little fairy, what happened? Why, in all the rich soil in which we step, did you go to the swing and then why did you run?”

Her naked body, plastered to mine while I carry her, was already giving rise to my shaft. The cool night air blew on the tip of the angry head and more seed gathered.

I guess I do have more seed to give.

“My fairy godmother led me out. Apparently, I was sleepwalking, anyway.”

I blinked several times.There was a lot to unload in that statement.

“I need more information, before I rip the trees from the soil and start rutting you, again.”

My female slapped my chest and laughed. “Oh, my fairy godmother. You probably don’t know the fictional stories, but she is a special fairy in—fairy tales? Wow, this might get complicated. Let me see.” She tapped her finger to her lips.“Fairy Godmothers are fairies, they are legends, that have magical powers and act like your mentor or someone to look up to and guide you to where you need to go. She helped me find you!” My miresa beamed. “She isn’t really a fairy godmother though, she’s actually a witch—that’s what she keeps telling me. She’s pretty bad-assy. Starla has purple hair and wears dark clothes. She’s got this awesome corset and these giant melons—”

“Female, that’s enough.” I shook my head as I watched my little fairy make pretend big tits on her body. My miresa’s tits were perfect the way they were, and I could not imagine having them any bigger. “And why was she here, why did she lead you out?”

My little fairy twisted her fingers together and winced. “Technically, she wasn’t really here. She was in my dream. It takes a lot of power for her to transport herself from the Earth Realm back to Bergarian. She came to me in my dream and had me walk out here.”

A deep growl resonated in my throat. “You were alone, then.”

“Not in spirit, though,” my miresa corrected.

“You will spend time staring at the wall when we get back, which I do not think we will make it before daylight. The light sources will rise soon.” I stopped us in front of my sword, just as Simon walked around from the bushes. His eyes widened when he looked between my legs, let out a long yell, tipped over and fell onto his side. “Bassza, what did I do? I was just standing here!”

Calliope wrapped her arms around my neck as I gathered my supplies. “He saw your dong. It would scare me, too, if I was a poor, defenseless creature. He probably thought you were going to hit him. You might have to carry him. Want me to walk?”

I grunted and heaved the goat up under my arm. He was frozen solid, not just fainted. His legs were stiff, his head moved in an odd position.

Strange.

“We can go to my parent’s tree house. It’s over yonder.” My miresa pointed to the left, and I carried them both in my arms.

My shaft was not that scary, and I did not see how a goat would faint over something as simple as a naked orc.

By the time we reached the tree, my miresa was yawning and rubbing her cheek against me. The dirt and grime was falling off my skin, but human bodies were not resistant to the outdoors and their bodies were prone to sickness. I had to get her clean and warm, and hopefully this treehouse would have a way for me to do that.

I wanted to wash her in the stream we traveled through, but she refused, saying she would rather have a warmshow-er.I was not looking forward to holding two bodies against me while I climbed, but when we reached the tree, my miresa pointed to a small hiddenlev-erand a mysteriousele-vatorcame from the thick branches of the tree.

She motioned for me to step onto the platform, with its wooden surface cool beneath my feet. With hesitation, I tested its sturdiness, feeling the weight of my body press against it. Satisfied, I tightened my grip on my precious cargo, feeling its weight in my arms. Her laughter did not bring confidence even as she assured me that the platform could bear more than just my weight. It was a claim that seemed unbelievable. As we ascended, sounds of creaking branches and rustling leaves surrounded us, and my tension did not ease until I jumped off the platform.

As we came into the main living area, my eyes widened. It was not a simple treehouse as I had imagined, but a grand house woven into the very fabric of the trees, a strange fusion of nature and cabin.

The spacious living area was created with comfortable sofas and chairs, while vibrant cloths dangled from branches, making the room a rainbow of colors. The sight of the colorful fabrics brightened the space, while the gentle rustling sound they made added a soothing nature.

I did not have these colors back at our cabin, and I would need to make sure that we would bring many colors back to decorate our home together.

“The shower is back there,” my miresa pointed. “You can set down poor Simon over here, that’s his bed.”

Simon was still stiff. When I set him down, he toppled over and let out a long whine.

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