Page 108 of Valpar

“Female,” he growled, pounced and pinned me to the forest floor. The softness of the grass tickled my back and I panted, almost in defeat. I wiggled against him, his dick rubbing up against my leg. I felt the warmth of his come coating my legs.

I wanted to fight a little more, get him really wound up, but I was getting far too turned on and the rage in his eyes was dissipating. It was now turning into desire.

“Little fairy, you don’t know what you have done.”

I lifted my leg, running it up his shaft and let out a breathy moan. “I like it when you are rough with me, showing me how powerful you are.”

As my fingers brushed against Valpar’s skin, his eyes widened, reflecting the flickering light of the moon. The conflicting emotions danced across his face, accompanied by a subtle mix of scents - the faint aroma of burning wood and the underlying hint of desire. I could sense a fire within him, an intense longing to dominate. Like, really dominate me.

“You don’t know what you unleashed, little fairy,” he breathed, his voice low and husky.

I didn’t back down, instead, I ran my hands over his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles and feeling the heat emanating from his powerful body.

“I know,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper, “and I want it—all of it.”

His lips crashed down on mine, and I could taste the wildness of the chase in his kiss. It was as if every moment of pursuit and evasion had built up to this moment, and I reveled in the raw passion that consumed us both.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. I knew this was where we belonged – in each other’s arms, lost in the heat of the moment.

With each thrust of his dick rubbing against my core I could feel his muscles flexing beneath my touch, and his growls of pleasure fill my ears.

“Mm, what I good male I have. Showing me how strong he is.”

Valpar whined.

He damn whined.

And, yes, I used a bad word, but that was just all I could say.

My pussy gushed. It was downright dripping, mixing with his dick that was a constant drippy faucet any way.

“Be my big strong orc and make me come. I want to come hard. Can you make me come? Be rough with me.”

Valpar lifted his right hand away and laid a hard smack on the side of my hip. I cried out feeling the surprise of the sting.

He spanked me, oh sweet baby Zeus, he spanked me.

“More, just like that. That felt so good. Give me more.” I dug my nails into his broad, sinewy shoulders, feeling the tension of my body intensify. With a sudden burst of strength, he effortlessly flipped me over, the rush of adrenaline heightening my senses. I eagerly bent my knees, showcasing my backside,and in a swift motion, he ripped my lacy underwear away, the fabric tearing with a satisfying sound. As he firmly slapped my buttocks, the sharp smack reverberated through the surrounding trees. Every sensation, from the sting on my skin to the pulsating heat between my thighs, consumed me, leaving me craving more.

It stung more than I thought it would, but the sting was welcomed when he palmed it.

“Damn, it’s becoming a deep shade of crimson,” Valpar’ whispered, gently cradling it in his palm as if it were a precious jewel, until his hand collided with it once more. A soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips.

He wore a sly smirk as his hand connected with my other cheek, eliciting a mix of pleasure and pain that escaped my lips in a cry. His movements shifted, positioning himself behind me, and the sound of his hand stroking himself was evident, clearly with his come sliding up and down his shaft. I could feel the weight of his throbbing desire pressing against my drenched folds, and I was ready to accept him.

“I’m taking you hard. You fucking ran off on me. I shouldn’t let you come,” he growled.

I plunged my fingers into the coarse, gritty dirt, feeling its rough texture against my skin. With every ounce of strength, I pushed my knees and arms forward, desperately trying to break free from his grasp. The sound of his menacing snarl echoed in my ears, shooting pleasure between my legs.

His razor-sharp claws sliced through the fabric of my clothing, creating loud tearing sounds. My body got caught in the grass, and with the recent rain I felt my limbs getting covered in the mud.

Valpar grabbed my ankles and pulled me back toward him. I heard his cock slap across his thigh. “And where do you thinkyou’re going, female? I’m not nearly finished,” his voice had changed. It was deeper, guttural, more animal.

So hot!

My stomach fluttered and I think my pussy clamped down onto nothing.

Is that really a thing?

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