37. Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Valpar

Later that night, once the door closed to my female's room, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her toward me gently.

"I need you," I breathed before I pressed my lips against hers. It wasn't rushed or forced. This wasn't a primal need, thinking with my shaft like I would normally take her. It was slow, soft and it was thoughtful. I needed her in a different way, not physically, it was a way I could not describe.

My mind canceled out all sound. All I saw was her and the room bathed in a soft, golden glow from the dimmed lights, casting soft shadows of our bodies along the colorful walls as my body surrounded her.

I leaned in, the sound of our hushed breaths mixing together while our foreheads touched, creating our own music. The touch of her lips against mine was equally tender. It was a delicate connection that sent a shiver down my spine, a moment of pure vulnerability, where time seemed to stand still.

I concentrated on every movement of my lips with hers. She didn't fight it, her arms immediately went to my arms to steady herself as I encased her into my body. I wanted to pull her into me, like so many times before when I kissed her, to hide her within my grasp, so no pain would ever come from her.

But I couldn't protect her. My body, my strength and warrior qualities could do nothing. I was a failure.

I was consumed by fucking anger. The intensity of my emotions was so far gone, knocking down a tree, banging rocks or the soil, even fucking her—wouldn't help. There was a raging storm that had taken hold of my being. All I yearned for was to ease her pain, to shield her from the burdens she carried. I longed for my female to radiate pure happiness, to be carefree like the day she fell into my lap.

Why did such a pure soul have to deal with a horrible past? Are the gods that cruel?

Our kiss deepened, and I cupped her ass, grinding myself to her. I needed to be inside her. I wanted her as close as possible to me.

"I need you," I murmured, kissing her cheek. "I need you closer, right now."

My miresa dug her fingers into my loose hair, pulling me back. "I can't get any closer, you silly male." She laughed and bit my lip with her teeth.

"Inside you," I whined. "I need to be inside you."

I gently guided her back onto the soft padding of her bed, carefully positioning myself on top of her. The taste of anticipation lingered as my lips and tongue caressed her skin, exploring every inch. Her body responded, arching with a graceful curve, causing her breasts to rise and meet my touch. Swiftly, I moved towards her chest, my mouth latching onto the fabric that encased her breasts, drawing them in with my teeth.

She hissed. "Then, get inside me." I felt a tug in my hair pulling me back up to her mouth, but I shook my head.

"I must prepare you to take my shaft." I kissed down her body to lick between her folds.

My female grunted. "We both know I'm already wet enough."

I growled softly, my voice vibrating with desire, as I watched my hair spill like a waterfall around her head. The scent of her hair mingled with the air, intoxicating me. With gentle urgency, I pressed sweet kisses to her lips, feeling their softness against mine. "This," I whispered, my words filled with longing, "is how I want to claim you. Sweet and soft, just like you."

She whimpered when I tickled the broad head of my cock at her entrance.

"Such a good, sweet mate of mine, letting me be so close to you when I need it. Fuck, I need you so bad."

After hearing what she said about the choice she will have to make—and then wanting to talk to me before she made it almost made my chest burst. I truly didn't deserve her.

I let the head of my shaft coat her clit and drip down her cunt. As I did, I felt her muscles relax around her opening and I pushed the broad head of my cock inside her. Fuck, she felt good. Every damn time she felt better than the last. I let the first knot inside. Her cunt squeezed me, and she gasped.

I used to crave speed, but damn, savoring her slowly is equally satisfying. Perhaps I was too impatient, too eager during our previous encounters.

She whimpered, again.

I could feel the sweat on my brow, from trying to hold back. It took incredible strength to go slowly. A cruel torture that I was bestowing on myself, but that I needed. I needed to feel some sort of pain.

"Valpar," she whispered into my ear while I buried my face in her neck.

Her cunt tightened, sucking me inside. "Little fairy, only you have the power to break me," I grunted, and pushed forward until my brand was the only part of me outside her.

I longed for the day to claim her. It would be soon, I don't know how I knew that, but even she wouldn't be able to deny it. Each day we tortured each other.

I slipped my hand between her breasts. I felt her — heart, she liked to call it.

She ached.

Sadness, excitement, worry and this other emotion I did not have a word for. It was caring; it was joy, it was…so many happy things all wrapped up into one.

Warmth enveloped me while I slowly drove in and out of her.

"Give me all of you," she whispered. "I can take it," her voice choked, eyes glassy.

I felt my throat constrict, and I shook my head. I knew what she was asking for and I couldn't, not yet.

"If I give you the rest of my cock, my brand, I will fully claim you." I gritted my teeth and pressed my brand to her pussy without entering her.

She softly hummed, her smooth leg entwining around my waist. The movement tilted her hips, allowing me better access to passionately stroke and press my body against her throbbing pleasure. A gasp escaped her lips, but I silenced her with a tender, lingering kiss.

"Soon, I'll make you mine, but not when we have so much to talk about. Just enjoy this."

She nodded, her hips moving along with mine. I took her as deeply as I could, holding my seed back so she could find more pleasure.

Once she cried out for a third time, my body shook, unable to hold back anymore.

"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 means I 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 be loved so 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.

"It is your decision. Perhaps it would be good to know how we both can prepare." Her fingers dove back into my hair, scratching my scalp.

I groaned when she used her nails, and she laughed when I kicked my leg how good it feels.

"What a good little orc you are." She snorted and continued to scratch the delightful spot behind my ear.

"I am not little, female! Fuck… don't stop." My eyes rolled in the back of my head and nuzzled further into her neck. "Female, you will be the death of me."

"You also deserve all the good things, Valpar." Her nose went into my hair and took in a deep breath.