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I chuckle darkly, but I obey, replacing my fingers with the head of my cock, pressing against her soaked folds. Her pussy grips me even before I’m fully inside, hot and tight, and the sensation wrings a ragged sound from my throat.

"Look into my eyes," I demand, and her eyes lock onto mine as I push in, inch by torturous inch. Her breath hitches, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Fuck—you feel—" She chokes on the words as I fill her completely, our bodies flush, her thighs trembling around my hips.

"I know," I growl, bending to kiss her again, swallowing her moans. "You’re perfect. So fucking perfect."

I start to move, slow at first, savoring the way her cunt clenches around me, the way her back arches off the moss. Butsoon, the rhythm turns desperate—deep, relentless thrusts that have her crying out, her heels digging into the small of my back.

"Harder," she gasps, and I oblige, slamming into her with a force that makes her gasp. The stream murmurs beside us, the wind rustling the leaves above, but all I hear is her—her whimpers, her pleas, the way she chants my name.

Her climax hits suddenly, her body seizing around me, her pussy fluttering so tight I nearly lose control. "That’s it, let go," I urge, grinding deep as she shudders beneath me.

But I’m not done. I flip her onto her hands and knees, pulling her hips back against me, sinking into her from behind. She moans, her wings twitching—half-Vrakken instinct flaring as I take her harder, deeper.

"Mine," I snarl, gripping her waist, my cock driving into her with brutal precision. "Say it."

"Yours," she sobs, her voice breaking. "Always yours."

My release crashes over me like a wave, my hips stuttering as I come in her, my wings flaring wide as pleasure rips through me. I collapse over her, pressing kisses to her spine, her shoulders, anywhere my lips can reach.

When we finally still, tangled together in the afterglow, I pull her against my chest, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. The night is quiet, save for our slowing breaths and the distant rush of the stream.

"I love you," I murmur into her hair.

She turns her head, her lips brushing mine in a kiss so soft it aches. "I love you more."

And in the moonlight, with our power still flickering like dying stars around us, I know—no war, no throne, no fate could ever tear this from us.

She shifts so she can meet my gaze, her eyes gleaming with the vestiges of tears she refuses to shed. “Then let it be forever,”she whispers back. “By blood, by breath, by every thread of magic we share.”

I seal her words with another kiss, my wings encircling us both in a protective embrace. In that moment, I feel the bond between us solidify into something unbreakable, a promise as ancient and powerful as any vow sworn by the Council’s lords—yet infinitely more genuine.

Eventually, we help each other dress again in the quiet glow of moonlight. She secures her tunic with steady hands, and I buckle my armor back into place, mindful of the scattered pieces. Though our limbs are weary, a serene warmth suffuses us both. It’s as though we’ve claimed this place—and each other—in a way no council edict could ever deny.

She stands on her toes to brush one last kiss to my lips. “Tomorrow,” she says softly, “we’ll visit that orchard, rebuild our supplies, and start laying the foundations of whatever we want this empire to be. But tonight…” Her voice trails off, letting the night cradle us.

“Tonight, we rest in the promise we’ve made,” I finish for her, my throat tight with gratitude. “Together.”

We clasp hands, illusions dancing faintly around our joined fingers, and head back toward the gentle glow of lanterns in the outcast camp. The hush of the valley embraces us, as if it, too, senses this new union—a union not just of wings and illusions, but of two souls who’ve chosen each other despite every obstacle.

High above, the moon and stars keep silent vigil, reflecting on the stream’s surface. There, in that soft luminescence, I see our future written in fleeting, rippling light.Valeria and Vaelorian—exiles, yes, but free.We have found each other, and in doing so, we have found ourselves. No longer bound by the Council’s laws or the dark elves’ cruelty, we are bound instead by this promise to stand side by side, forging a new realm of hope and belonging.

And that is how our story continues, not with the clash of swords, but with the quiet certainty of two souls who have promised to mate, to share their hearts, and to shape a better world—together, forever.