Page 146 of Valpar

I could hear her heart pounding in her chest. Her core was alight with fire against my leg. I felt bumps rising on her skin, partially from the tree, putting off cooler air in the cabin and my body heating hers at the same time. Mostly, I had hoped it was from my strict command.

Her eyes were heavily lidded, locked onto mine as I claimed her lips. My miresa had her legs enticingly parted as she slidher slick heat against my thigh. The strategic decision to keep us both undressed was a good decision. It gave me unrestricted access to her cunt. To my desires to keep her filled with my seed. I could have her anyway I wanted. Whenever I wanted.

This should be a rule. Yes, a rule. That way, I can have her at all times in our home.

I could feel that her clit was swollen, and it was indeed swollen. I remember checking it before she woke. It was red and irritated and my seed had coated the outside of her pussy. When I tried to shove my seed inside her, she woke. It was foolish of me to want to keep my seed inside her when we were preventing an orcling, but my animalistic side would not allow me to let it go to waste.

My hands cupped her behind. I helped her rub her needy clit against me. Her tits tickled my chest, and her fingers dug into my shoulders. They were sharper than I remembered, and I knew I would have claw marks by the time she came, and a sick satisfaction fell over me.

I hope they scarred. I wanted her to mar my skin with those tiny claws.

I let out a low, frustrated groan, feeling the friction of my hard shaft against her smooth leg as she sensually pressed herself against me. The scent of our arousal filled the cabin, heightening the intensity of the moment. My orcish desire consumed me, urging me to forcefully plunge inside her, but I couldn’t betray my word.

She must come first.

My fingers tightened around her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. I guided her in a deliberate, unhurried rhythm against my leg, the friction between us igniting a primal desire. The air was thick with the scent of her pleasure, intoxicating and heady. Her moans mingled with thesound of her slick coating me, creating pain in my shaft that I could not deny much longer.

The anticipation built for both of us. Torturous for me but her release coming quickly. Her breath was erratic, and she whimpered against my mouth. I reveled in the knowledge that she was about to release on my leg of all places.

“That’s it, little fairy. Get me dirty. Put your scent all over me so no other female would dare come close to me.”

She let out a snarl, and my lips curled into a smile. My little fairy could be jealous, and I liked how feisty the little snarl was.

“You don’t like it if some female looks at me, do you?” I cooed.

My miresa’s fingers dug deeper into my skin.

Bassza.

I leaned forward and tugged at her ear with my teeth, my tusk rubbing against her jaw. “Then mark me, coat me in your slick.”

My miresa shattered around me, I felt warmth on my leg and groaned until she rode out her pleasure. I didn’t wait a second more and lifted her so her cunt was just hovering over my shaft. “More,” I rasped, and she widened her legs, gripped hold of me and guided me into her warmth.

Her eyelids gently closed, blocking out the world as she reveled in the comforting touch of my essence saturating her depths. I clenched my jaw, delighting in the exquisite sensation of her enveloping tightness, as she sensually molded herself to my shaft.

Pulling her closer, I bit down on her shoulder, her skin tasting salty and sweet, the pain making her back arch and releasing a heated moan. I ground my hips against her, reaching deeper, seeking the sweet spot that would send us both careening over the edge.

I was ready to give her the ride she has never had before until I realized her cunt was tightening around me tighter than I ever thought possible.

“Female!” I gritted my teeth and stood.

She wrapped her legs around my waist. My little fairy was panting heavily, and she was moving her cunt up and down my shaft. I had no control. She was using me instead of the other way around.

I pushed the crate forcefully, causing it to topple off the table with a loud crash. Bottles shattered, their contents spilling and mingling with the scent of shattered glass. The fruits from within the crate scattered, rolling across the floor, filling the room with a chaotic mix of sounds as they collided with various objects. Amid the commotion, she moaned heavily, her chest pressing against mine, creating a tingling sensation. Overwhelmed by the moment, I feared I may release my seed prematurely, struggling to comprehend the intensity of the situation.

“Miresa!” I called out to her. I had her back on the table. Her hips were moving slightly, but her cunt was sucking me in further. It was like she was eating me alive.

My fairy moved her legs above my shoulders. I was folding her like a furred blanket.

I did not know if I should be frightened or enjoy the ride. It may be my last time rutting her the way her cunt was suckling me.

I ripped my little fairy’s arms from around my head and laid them above hers. My hips thrust almost involuntarily into her body.

Somehow, her strength was tenfold. She pushed my hands away and her fingers wrapped around my arms. She clawed at my forearms as I drove myself into her. I was lost in this passionate frenzy, her cunt pulling me in deeper with each thrust. My animalistic instincts took over, and I couldn’t help but feel a primal satisfaction as I rode her to the edge and followed her cunt’s commands.

“Come for me, my little fairy.” I growled, my voice rough. “Show me just how much you want me.”

Her pussy sucked in my brand and I choked when her cunt clamped down on it. She was a strong female.

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