Reincarnated as the Chapter 1188: Is It A Dream?

Chapter 1188: Is It A Dream?

Rhefia PoV

Thoroughly exhausting these two took

a lot of ti, and while I was very happy to have done it I was also just kind of going through the motions since my mind was elsewhere; at least after the fifth or sixth round the sex started losing its luster, and instead I was just... thinking.

That didn’t stop

from moving my hips nor did it an I couldn’t make these two won cum like fountains whenever I wanted, but it did an that my own personal enjoynt from this was... sowhat lackluster, though not by any fault of theirs.

Honestly the sheer wetness that Renna ’offered’ was only beaten out by that one ti I had fucked Christina, and that was an unfair comparison since the Queen Bee literally produced a honey-esque substance instead of normal fluids.

Fucking the Duchess had been one of the best fucks in my entire life, and draining my balls inside of her before switching over to pounding my purple haired minx of a wife was sheer bliss, but bliss couldn’t really snap

out of my mind right now.

So now that they were both panting and in a sowhat unconscious state, I slid off of the bed and made my way downstairs to get the box before heading back to my bedroom, which I still felt weird being back inside of.

Opening the box and gingerly pulling the practically destroyed helt from the small pile of armor, I took a long breath and just stared at it, tracing my finger along its warped edges and wondering just what had happened to my Dama in those final monts.

Was Fenkar right with what she had said?

Was my Dama thinking of

and nothing else during her last minutes of life?

If she could see

now would she actually be proud of what I had beco, or would she have told

to do sothing differently?

I had so many questions that just would never get answered since there was no way for

to ask, and although I had thought I had accepted that so long ago I just... felt my eyes stinging while my heart clenched so uncomfortably inside of my chest.

It had been so long since it had happened yet it still felt like yesterday when I had gotten the visit from the masked Chaplain of the Valorous Dead to be inford that my Dama and her entire company had been killed.

When I had opened to door to find the blood red robed warrior priest who had walked amongst many different heroes and soldiers for so many years, my whole world had crumbled around , and hearing that quiet, calm voice deliver such thunderous news still rocked

to my core even today.

I could still hear those words if I really thought about it, while the emotional wounds had never properly healed thanks to what had happened afterwards with Giselle; there had been enough ti between the two that I should have healed, but who would have thought that pushing yourself into sothing else completely left little ti to properly deal with things..?

Gently tapping my thumb against the cheek plate, I stared at the tal in my hands and found myself wondering what I could have done differently and how things might have turned out, only for my mind to stop completely when if felt soone tapping my cheek instead.

When I looked up I was expecting Astra, and there was a part of

that was thinking maybe even Renna would have co over and laid that gentle touch on , yet who I saw was neither of them.

"Hey."

A simple greeting ca from the lips of a calm Deerkin that shouldn’t have been here, and for a mont I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, wondering imdiately if I was actually passed out atop Renna’s soft body or-

"No, you’re really seeing . Hmm... Hearing your thoughts is definitely not sothing I ever wanted. You always seed to be sowhat good at hiding your thoughts, but I could always see through you... Not like this though."

Her voice was just as I rembered, while the slight upturn of the corner of her lips made the handso Deerkin look so confident and assured of not only herself but of everything around her too, sothing I could never emulate.

"h, I just don’t have an expressive face. Your Mother told

that many a ti, and I thought I had worked on it but then... well... Anyways, this isn’t a dream. Seems that after my final battle part of

got stuck inside of my armor. Wasn’t for vengeance or anything like that, just... strong ties."

Brushing her glimring hand over the tal in my own hands, my Dama nodded slowly before gesturing for

to follow as she made her way silently to the door; as I stood up she said "Keep the helt in your hands, that’s really what I’m tied to.