Who a King must do Chapter 8 – Valeria (Patreon)

“You think she deserves to be fucked by the most royal cock in the world yet?” Valeera asked, circling the table with swinging steps. Her new golden eyes scanned over the panting Vanessa VanCleef. Doomed to watch the receiving of Anduin’s mark and the extreme delight of Valeera’s face peeking over Anduin’s shoulder, the leader of the Defias had grown immensely wet.

In detail, the rogue alchemist had spent the past minutes doing three things: cursing herself, cursing those bindings and staring at Anduin Wrynn’s ass like a piece of perfectly fashioned marble. With her hatred superseded by another emotion and all of the things she had ever wanted to see justice done to her father’s memory, aside from a knife deep in the throat of the man she now was forced to adore, it was just hard to keep the hatred strong.

Faced with the regret of her actions, the ease at which Anduin could give her most of what she wanted and the immense pleasure that would come in as a bonus, Vanessa was having an internal battle. Either keep holding onto her hatred, the only good reason for which was now the fact that Anduin had meddled with her mind to break the same, or give into the High King and his meat grinder abs and his juicy looking cock.

“Ooops,” Valeera flipped the piece of the tabard that was keeping Vanessa’s pussy from plain view just as the thought of Anduin’s erection plunging into that hole sent out a new floor of liquid. The thin strip of cloth that covered her pussy like a tight thong was completely drenched already, so she spread her love juices on the table.

With no way to pull her legs together to hide this, Vanessa could only just keep glaring at them. She was too smart to waste her breathe by mumbling into the red cloth in her mouth. Bound on the table, she could only wait. For some reason, this complete helplessness was getting her excited.

“No, I think she deserves nothing,” Anduin told her, “as she is unable to repent earnestly. Having sex with her is just the quickest way to my goal.” He made a sour expression, that sounded heartless. Then again, what he was doing to her was certainly somewhat heartless. It was just what he had to do.

“Since you are already willing to break this traitor to your kingdom,” Valeera rubbed into Vanessa exactly why she wasn’t getting as nice a treatment as she herself was. It was clear that Stormwind had laws and for Vanessa’s crimes she would be hanged.

Even though the Defias leader had stated earlier that she rather die than serve the High King her urges were progressively convincing her that living and being a slave to him was the better option in every way. Shaking her head to hold onto her irrational grudge, she missed what was said next.

“As you wish then, my future queen,” Anduin said with amusement in his voice. First, he pulled Shalamayne out of the table and put it somewhere else, out of the way of the action. Then he and Valeera made quick out of the Defias leader’s clothes.

Vanessa was an athletic woman, as was expected of a rogue. Her abs were defined to the points where Anduin could make out the outline of her muscles shifting behind her skin, but not the individual packs. The time spent in Westfall in her leotard had also gained her quite the nice tan lines, he limbs being of a light brown while the rest of her was a regular, healthy shade.

His initial impression on her breast size had to be corrected, they looked quite a bit bigger now that she was out of her clothing. Still not as big as Jaina’s, but about that size. Dark pink nipples crowned the mounds of soft flesh as they tilted, following the shifting of her body. Between her legs was quite a bit of hair, evidently the black-haired poison-brewer did not like to shave.

Not that she was keeping it in a sorry state. As Valeera, teasingly running her index finger through her glistening lower lips, found out. “Trimmed far enough so it doesn’t get in the way and pretty soft. You must be really looking out for your hygiene.”

Even if Vanessa could have answered through the cloth in her mouth, she wouldn’t have. She was a woman of calculated responses, not out to fall for every single little quip out there. It was, however, true that she liked to keep the bush he had at a proper level of condition. Not only because of a risk for infection, but also because she never knew when the next time she had to sleep with someone to convince him of a plan. Another reason why she wouldn’t have responded was her ongoing internal struggle.

The growing part of her hoped that this was the part were Anduin climbed over her again, this time to stick it in her without any interruptions. Instead, it was Valeera who climbed over her. What was more, upside down, with the elf’s pussy eventually in front of her face. Vanessa barely knew what was going on when the cloth was finally pulled from her mouth.

“I like that you know when to be quiet,” Valeera complimented, feeling a bit of cum ooze from her clean-shaven crotch. An intense desire for Anduin to seal the hole with his massive cock filled her spirit, for him to fill her up with even more just to make extra sure she carried that child he wanted. Sure, it would take something like five years to deliver that child, but every day earlier she could follow her master’s wishes was a good day.

However, another hole had to be filled instead. A hole that, unlike her pussy, had not sacrificed its maidenhood to a less worthy cock. “Valeera,” she heard Anduin’s voiced behind her, “are you ready?” She felt his engorged cock pressing against her tight sphincter.

A good slut only had one answer to that question, which was to lower her head, push her ass up and moan, “Fuck, Anduin, I will break your dick with my virgin asshole, you just try to stop me!” while gyrating her hips in a seductive manner.

Anduin, staring at the perfectly seductive ass of his newest conquest, went ahead and grabbed her arms. “This is no way to speak to your master,” he scolded her, partially undoing the black bindings on her arms and then re-doing them in a way that turned them into a loose constraint.

“Just ram it into me already,” Valeera half-demanded, half-pleaded, her arms struggling the slightest bit against the new bit of bondage. She found, to her surprise, that it was quite pleasant to be on the receiving side of being bound for a change. They were quite loose and improvised, if she put half her mind to it she could have broken out, but just the feeling of being at Anduin’s mercy that tiny bit more made her body shiver with delight.

It just felt …good to surrender to him. Valeera wasn’t sure if she was going loony, if this was the mark, her newly discovered love for the man or just something she always was predisposed towards but just had never come out before. Judging by her history, probably the last two, seeing how the mark had, aside from the mind-blowing orgasm, not left any changes in her mind otherwise. Valeera would have known if there were, she had been possessed before.

“Come on, boy king, where is all that manliness you displayed a minute ago?” she asked. Just because it felt great to submit didn’t mean the blood elf would sacrifice her ability to land some quips.

“This hair of yours is beautiful,” Anduin dropped out of nowhere, causing her to blush. “Long, thick, strong, the colour of the light itself. Also…,” he grabbed a whole bunch of the insanely long hair, bundling it up in his palm and then turning his wrist one time to wrap it around before clenching a fist. Valeera let out a pained, but much more lustful groan as her head was pulled backwards. “… it makes for a very good reign.”

Indeed, because it was so long, Anduin didn’t even have to bend forwards to grapple it, nor did he need to extend his arm. He just held the rolled up end in front of his chest and Valeera had to put her head into her neck in response. Golden eyes suddenly flinging wide open and teeth clenched when Anduin pushed inside her.

With pre-cum smeared all over her meticulously clean back entrance, Anduin’s cum and pussy juice smeared erection’s only problem was just how tight Valeera was. Luckily, this was not the first asshole the High King was ravaging, so he knew already what to do. Gently stretch her through a steady and in no way impatient application of force until the thickest part of his dick was past. Then, slowly get her inside to accept the rather large object that nature didn’t intend to be in this hole.

All throughout that process, Valeera was writhing. With the uncomfortableness of getting stretch in such a way, for certain. She had attempted anal once just herself and a polished wood dildo. It had hurt then and she had decided she didn’t want any part in it. The reason why she offered it to Anduin regardless was because she had seen him fuck others up the bum and they hadn’t had any tears in their eyes. Well, except from an asphyxiating deepthroat that preceded the anal fuck, but that was besides the point.

As Anduin fully filled her, she didn’t regret that decision one bit. Despite being much, much bigger than that dildo, the High King was source of next to no pain. Even the uncomfortable stretching soon made room for pleasure. She found out quite quickly, just three thrusts in, that she preferred it in her pussy, but this wasn’t bad.

Also, her pussy was supposed to get attention otherwise. “I can hear your moans, Valeera,” Anduin stated, pulling her hair a bit harder to get her attention. Not that the gesture was needed, but a deep, perverted tremor rumbled through her throat in response. Around his cock, Anduin felt both sphincter and ass tighten around him considerably. “Whilst they are sweet sounds I delight to hear, your suggestion saw your mouth in other uses,” he loosened his hold on her hair and allowed her to dive right into that task.

Vanessa had been completely quiet. Watching Anduin’s enormous dick split its way into the eager elves erotic exit had taken all her attention. A duality of thoughts had commented the whole thing, one being ‘This couldn’t possibly fit’ whilst the other was ‘I want to try for myself’. In the background a third, begrudging and now decisively weak voice screamed out that she should try to bite for the balls.

That voice was decisively benched when Valeera’s tongue dived into her pussy. Instead, what came out was Vanessa’s moan, a high pitched moan the kind of which she usually faked but now genuinely echoed in the air as that simple lick of her clit send her dangerously close to orgasm. A dangerously close that soon became just close and then just orgasm as Valeera dived deeper in.

To the sight of the elf’s ass getting hammered and the slurping sounds of her pussy getting eater, Vanessa’s back curved up from the table. She did her best to suppress her erotic shouts and sighs, but only so much could be done in spite for a man she now loved. Arms and legs tensed and relaxed repeatedly, would have probably thrashed around a fair bit were it not for the strong bindings that instead dug red marks into her wrists and ankles.

“Return the favour to your queen,” Anduin commanded once he noticed Vanessa’s climatic moans subsiding.

Vanessa didn’t give that the honour of a response. While it was true that she could have stretched just enough to eat out the ass-pounded elve’s cunt, she prefer to just lay there having her pussy eaten, stubbornly refusing to obey Anduin no matter how much her body craved his compliments. That was when a mixture of cum and pussy juice dropped from Valeera’s pussy above.

It was just one drop and it landed near Vanessa’s upper lip, but it sent her thoughts into turmoil. It smelled sweet, much to her confusion, aromatic even. ‘Surely, having a drop of cum on her face is much more degrading for a VanCleef than just wiping it away…right?’ Vanessa thought and, as the only way to do wipe it away, probed out with her tongue.

The next moment, Anduin felt something darting up on the table. Valeera’s body quivered all over and he tightened his grip on her arms and hair to keep her in place. Even in her ass, Anduin could feel echoes of the greedy movement of Vanessa. While he had no idea what had gotten her this sudden boost of enthusiasm, he appreciated it. “This is what I expect of you, the lowest slave, Vanessa,” the High King announced in approval.

Valeera got even tighter around him and as such he soon felt the need to consecrate her conquered ass with his seed, as he planned to do with every centimetre of her body over the coming weeks. “Get ready,” he warned her, having seen what her body had through thanks to his seed earlier.

“I am always prepahrereaaaaahhd,” the way that word was gargled into a deafening scream of ecstasy made it most definitely a falsehood. Her eyes flared up with gold and purple as the mark filled her with Shadow and the mana absorption with Light. Elements that should have violently clashed and ripped her body apart in the process, with Anduin as their source, instead neutralized each other harmoniously and created pleasure wherever they did. It was like her whole body flared up like an erogenous zone for a moment, then dulled throughout the remainder of her orgasm.

She still squirted all over Vanessa’s face, who was only thankful for the extra liquid washing more of the delicious seed into her. The only thing she missed that the climaxing Valeera had no more mouth to spare to give her own pussy the attention it so desperately wanted. When the scream eventually petered out into a blissful whimper, she hoped that the tongue would return.

Anduin had another idea. With his superhuman strength, he lifted Valeera in her entirety. “M-my Manduin,” the confused elf didn’t know whether to say his name, my master or my king and out came the weird arrangement at the end there. It didn’t feel wrong in the slightest though.

He put her down chest to chest with Vanessa. Then, he gave his shaft a few pumps, a drop of remaining cum trickling out at the tip of it. “Do you want it?” he asked.

Both the future second queen of Stormwind and her husband, the greatest High King, looked at Vanessa. “Eat shit and die,” her exhausted tongue was no longer capable of wordy answers. Anduin regarded that as progress and rammed his cock into Valeera’s throat in one go.

Once more, Valeera went wide eyed and once more she found it strange how great it felt to be abused in such a manner. Once more, she thought back how she had never been into giving blowjobs before. It had only taken the right man, the greatest of all man since she, and she was pretty sure of this, was one of the finest females out there, to open to her the pleasure of submitting herself. Now she was getting pleasantly face fucked, something she thought and oxymoron to be before.

In the meanwhile, Vanessa bit the inside of her cheek to keep her tongue from stretching out. Something became impossible when Anduin pulled out and a simple presented his cock to her lips. Her mouth just opened on its own and then she was sucking on the engorged head of her former mortal enemies enormous cock.

Tasting it directly was so much sweeter than just licking it out of another woman’s pussy. Anduin stretched the Defias’ leaders jaw a bit, being careful, as he was afraid she might gather a semblance of her hatred again and do something with her teeth. However, he entered her until he bordered her throat quite easily.

Then he pulled back and went right back into Valeera in one swift movement. “Unless you plead, you won’t get more than a taste, traitorous slut,” he reprimanded her and kept face fucking the blood elf.

Minutes passed, throughout which Anduin continued fucking the elf and occasional giving Vanessa just a bit of his attention. Just enough to keep the taste on her tongue fresh and the honey between her legs running like wild, soaking into her pubic hair. If that even had anymore capacity to soak anything up.

“…want… more…” he heard a faint whisper.

“What did you say, Vanessa VanCleef?” he asked.

“I want to taste more,” she repeated louder, miserable.

“More of what?”

“Of your cock, Anduin, I want to taste more of your cock.”

“Even if it means to let me fuck you?”

A moment of silence. “Yes, whatever, just let me taste your semen! I want it on my tongue!” Vanessa VanCleef finally broke. “I need it, I need to taste your cum. Please, please let me. Pl-“ she would have continued to plead, but Anduin switched holes and then began to travel deeper than he had before.

He felt her gag reflex work and her consciousness suppressing it as his humongous erection travelled down her slimy throat. As a rogue, Vanessa knew all sorts of dirty tricks and she was certainly no stranger to swallowing large things to smuggle them inside her body. THIS was different, this wasn’t large, this was just too much to ask.

But her pussy practically spurting out more juices with every centimetre he took whispering into her brain that it was just right. This was all juuuuust riiiiight and as a sudden thick liquid hit her upside-down mouth, she was inclined to agree.

“What a huge slut,” Valeera laughed, “she will fit right in.”

“Not in, under,” grunted Anduin as he took a few more thrusts through his orgasm. Each time he could see his cock in her throat, expanding it outwards visible, as he spurted and smeared semen all the way from her stomach to the tip of her tongue. “A traitor like her will be the lowest of low slaves, she will be your subordinate in all things.”

“I do like the sound of that… where is a queen in that hierarchy?” Valeera asked. “I assume at the top, can I tease Tyrande and Shandris into squirting messes?”

“They will read every wish from your lips,” Anduin promised as he pulled out of Vanessa’s.

“Haaaa… haaaa…” she let out long, perverse breaths. The High King circled the table.

“You agreed to this,” he reminded her as he put Valeera’s body aside. The blood elf was made to kneel, watching with a huge smile on her face. While she could have taken a whole lot more, she appreciated the chance to rest and just watch. Aside, sitting with her arms bound behind her back on command of her beloved wasn’t half bad.

“I did, didn’t I?” I half-sane Vanessa mumbled. While she understood that she should have still felt spiteful towards Anduin, she just no longer did. All motivation to hate him was gone, what was left was a void that she knew he would fill the moment he entered her. “Whatever, give me your purpose, might as well make the best out of this,” she answered calculatingly.

Anduin frowned, even with her spite gone, this vile woman refused to repent. There was value in having a subordinate like that, but he still didn’t like such people. In the grace of the Light, they could all live in harmony, but some just preferred stirring the Shadows. Anduin had to strike the balance, by force.

Or by a rough fucking, which was infinitely preferable for everyone involved.

He didn’t make any more fuss about this, grabbed Vanessa by the hips and sunk inside her over the course of just three seconds. Met with the wonderful display of her struggling against her bindings, big breasts heaving and jiggling under her own attempted trashing, Anduin felt like this was just a grand display. ‘Perhaps I should employ more ropes into my love life?’ he thought to himself, then concentrated only on one thing: Giving Vanessa pleasure.

Just because she was vile, didn’t mean he shouldn’t do the best job he could. As history, legend and reality all could attest by now, that was quite a good job. Many would even say the greatest any man would ever achieve at having a technique that could make any woman come – and he even had the tool size to back it up.

The result was the usual but never boring and certainly never uninspiring display of the woman he fucked just cumming her brains out. Quite literally in Vanessa’s case, as she buried the hatchet with the first, vowed to never dig it up by the second and completely fell for Anduin by the third orgasm. The fourth was then just part of the third, her brain no longer capable of knowing where that one ended and this one began.

Anduin had the luxury of picking his pace. He had cum numerous times already, his breathing was relaxed and he was fucking her in a not particularly exhausting position. In all due likelihood, he could have fucked her for more than thirty minutes if he paced himself right. Instead, once she hit a state of permanent O-mouthed screaming, he just hammered into her that splatters of love juices were raining all over the table. The wooden construct, sturdy but not made for this amount of shaking, creaked under his thrusts.

“You like that, don’t you, Vanessa VanCunt?” Valeera mocked from the side.

“Yesh… Yeeeeessssshh,” was all the usually manipulative bitch had to say ten minutes into her final breaking. “YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!” then she screamed so loudly that the glasses of her concoctions on the shelves clinked. Anduin was finally pumping his seed into her, her blue eyes were taken by purple as purple tendrils buried their way through her nervous system and around her pussy. They were almost invisible under her bush, but her absolute climax couldn’t lie.

Vanessa VanCleef found herself, at the height of the greatest pleasure known to woman, to calmly think two things. One, maybe Anduin could have just raped her into submission and she still would have ended up like she was right now, after all this pleasure was stronger than any memory of hatred she had and the other was that she was sad.

Sad because she was still on her anti-pregnancy potion. No matter the amount of seed pumped into her today, she wouldn’t become pregnant. Then again, she should receive his child after making it up to the king some more. She had been a massive thorn in his side for years after all.

As she collapsed on the table, she vowed silently to be a thorn in the side of his enemies instead.

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Vanessa was clad in rags and escorted outside the little shack. With Anduin’s elite guard surrounding them tightly and shielding them from prying eyes. “You will need a new outfit,” Valeera declared once they were inside the safety of the High King’s carriage.

“Whatever is practical,” Vanessa grumbled. She was now loyal to Anduin, but like Valeera that didn’t mean her attitude changed a lot. She was still a calculative woman and not particularly moral. “As I understand, it is my job to control the criminal underground of the kingdom, correct?”

“Correct,” Anduin nodded. He knew that criminals would always exist. Not amount of order could ever completely extinguish chaos and vice versa. What he needed, therefore, was an in. What better in then Vanessa VanCleef? The story fabricated would be that she was shipped to the stockades, but escaped after a couple of days of questioning which had only hardened her hatred towards the Wrynn family.

The successful escape together with some great intel she had managed to get from her captor would gain her the trust she needed to build something new, a large spiderweb of connections to criminal organizations all around the human kingdom. Even without the Defias, Vanessa was famous amongst the right circles. Circles that would be under the impression they could negotiate with her to bring about the fall of Anduin’s kingdom.

In reality, Vanessa would be reporting the worst elements and activities to Valeera and the SI:7. This way they could curb the criminal activities. Elimination was impossible but a quarantine was absolutely doable. Having acted as a saint by the name of Hope for years, playing a part was nothing new for Vanessa.

“We are not heading back to Sentinel Hill,” Valeera suddenly noticed. They were taking the road west, not east. They were heading for the giant light in the distance. “What do we want to do there?” the future queen asked.

“I will let it be a surprise,” Anduin said, she had been scouting Moonbrook when he had made the arrangements.

And a surprise it was indeed when the scenery around them changed from brown to green. “What is this?” Valeera asked, watching several Gilneans and night elves walking from tree to tree and cast magic. Druidic magic, for that was the profession all of those people had in common.

“When a volcano erupts, it’s a force of massive destruction,” Anduin spoke up, “but it leaves behind fertile soil. The Cataclysm, in many ways, was no different. While upgrading the soil all over Westfall would have been long and slow task, this upturned and ruptured part of Westfall has made the Emerald Dream itself malleable.”

That last part was something that Anduin knew third-rate only, having heard it from Tyrande who had heard it from her divorced cuck of a husband. With the validity of this little project checked by no one but the Arch Druid himself, Anduin knew it could succeed.

“I did not come here just to smoke out the Defias,” Anduin told Valeera, “I also came here to forever eliminate the need of using the insecure land route.” With a sprouting forest came enough wood to build houses and more fertile soil. Where there was material and food, there came people. Where there were people, there grew settlements, villages and finally cities.

Anduin would force the hand of that process a bit. He had already made arrangements for a garrison of night elves to be stationed there. Where the night elves and their willing cunts and cocks went, young men and women with a lot of energy and entrepreneur spirit would follow. Provided also with monetary incentives, many people would come to the new city very fast. A good thing as well, since Anduin needed them to do a lot of things.

“Have you noticed that three quarters of our army has taken an alternative route back?” Anduin asked. Valeera blinked, she had missed that, having instead marvelled at her fiancé’s jawline. “They are to sweep the beach and uproot any and all Gnoll or Murloc settlements they find.”

“Why would you… wait, you said you want to eliminate the need for a land route,” Vanessa’s eyes widened, then she slyly smiled. “I see, High King, I am happy we are no longer enemies.”

“What is he going to do?” Valeera asked, she was a genius rouge, but matters of statecraft and architecture were not her area of expertise. “Explain to me.”

“The Raging Chasm lays close to a natural depression in the landscape,” Anduin told her, “With most of the murlocs eradicated, the people that will erect a city there will have a giant project, state financed, to go through,” he showed his future queen on the map. “They will dig a channel from here all the way to the heart of the new city, where the light is growing into the sky.”

While impressive to behold, druids, mages and shamans had all ensured that it was not a dangerous anomaly. All it did was make gravity behave weirdly around it. It was not inherently malevolent or benevolent, it was just a natural scar from the Cataclysm. It would eventually vanish, given time.

“Once we the channel we will build a port and once there is a port, there is no more need for the land route,” Anduin finished his explanation. The druids would be busy growing all the trees needed to build all those projects, but with their help the High King was certain this whole thing could be finished within the year.

Ships were not only safer from bandits than carts were, they could also transport considerably more. More secure grain getting to Stormwind would lower the prices in the capital city while paradoxically raising what the famers earned as they no longer had to pay horrendous sums for bodyguards or lose all their savings because of a bandit attack. That would then attract more farmer, which would grow the economy, making food even more easier to access.

Getting the murlocs out of these waters would also prove useful in getting a new fishing guild started. Although the gnomes assured Anduin that guilds should be banned from existing. He was still on the fence about that one, but the general tendency of Westfalls future was that it would develop from a mere agrarian miniature economy where people fell into terrible poverty at the first major crisis to a proper and strong province with heavy ties to Stormwind.

After all, those ships that came to the capital bearing grain would return with luxury articles only the heart of the kingdom could produce. “Why would you choose to develop Westfall in this way?” Valeera asked. “This must be costing insane amounts of resources.”

“It is, without a doubt, the most costly project the crown of Stormwind has ever undertaken,” Anduin agreed. With a glance at Vanessa he admitted, “It would be the second most, were proper payments made after the second war. To answer your question: Because in about six months’ time, all the humans that got pregnant will begin bearing children like mad.” It was true that pregnant night elves would bear their offspring much later, but no matter who impregnated anybody, the gestation period of the child was always bound to the mother. “And ones that happens food demands will increase dramatically.” Valeera nodded, that was indeed going to happen, no doubt about it. “Make no mistake, however, I have plans for the provinces of Duskwood and Redridge. Those, however, will require me to gather some resources I do not possess yet.”

“So, to summarize,” Valeera began counting by her fingers, “you actually managed to: eradicate the long-standing problem of the Defias Brotherhood, gain a powerful slave to keep a look on the criminal activities in your kingdom, fixed Westfall’s economy and the peasants estrangement with their Stormwind overlords and also raised the future food production for your kingdom. All within one trip.”

Anduin cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed. “It does seem indeed that I have accomplished a lot one could be proud off.”

The two women’s mouths stood agape for a moment. The High King wasn’t taking all of these achievements and raising them like a giant ‘look at how great I am’ sign like any other man would have done. Instead, he humbly accepted that this was what he had done and lost not a single syllable to brag about it.

Valeera cleared her throat. “So what are you going to call this new city? Humble-ville? You should name it after you, after all.”

“I was actually thinking that I had to give my latest queen-to-be a wedding gift,” answered Anduin. “So, when I announce these great plans at our wedding, I was going to tell the people I would call it Valeria, after you, my beauty.” The elf just blinked. “Only if you are fine with that, of course.”

“You can’t wipe my memories so I will genuinely surprised at the name when you announce it at the wedding, right?” Valeera asked. “Because I love you and it’s more than I thought could fit inside this sarcastic heart of mine.”