Winter Wolf - Chapter 16. Epilogue 3

Epilogue. Part 3

“…Like back then?”

“Even happier than back then.”

So, they bought their current house. They decorated it and welcomed visiting children, and as he became the town’s sheriff, spring arrived.

Lysithea’s wishes were slowly coming true. They had both found great jobs and were living happily with the villagers. Now, there was only one thing she wanted.

A child to have and raise together with him.

“Lysithea.”

At that moment, the bathroom door opened slightly and his voice was heard. Lysithea, lost in thought, turned to the door in surprise.

He peeked in through the slightly open door and looked down at her, leaning against the wooden tub.

“You’ve been bathing for a long time. What are you thinking about?”

His eyes naturally shifted from her face to her body visible under the water. Lysithea blushed and shrank back.

“Ah… it’s nothing.”

She had never mentioned her desire for a child to him. Lysithea felt embarrassed, as if her thoughts had been exposed, and turned her head away.

But he was her husband. He walked into the bathroom and sat down next to the tub without hesitation.

“Really nothing? It seems like you were thinking something naughty.”

“What were you thinking?”

His fingers gently combed through her pinned-up hair.

“Tell me too.”

The wet, red hair slowly fell from his fingertips, spilling outside the tub. His touch, as he carefully and tenderly unraveled her braided hair, was both delicate and affectionate.

Lysithea held her breath and looked back at him. He held up a white bath towel and gave her a questioning look.

“Are you going to keep me waiting?”

“No, I’ll get out. Give it to me.”

She reached out for the towel, but Ian stood up and gently commanded,

“Stand up.”

Lysithea grabbed the edge of the tub and looked up at him with a reproachful look. He seemed intent on embarrassing her.

“Can’t I dry myself?”

Ian just smiled without answering. Eventually, she slowly got up from the tub.

Water dripped off her body and Ian quickly wrapped her in a towel. The large towel, which came up to her knees, almost touched the surface of the tub. As she hurried out of the tub, he turned her around.

“Ah…!”

The sensation of his hands gripping her br*ast through the thick towel was intense. A sharp pain and strange pleasure flowed down her back. When she instinctively grabbed his arm, he pulled her closer, gently caressing her body.

“I’m drying you properly… Mmm!”

“I’m drying you. Properly.”

He nipped at her ear and cupped one of her br*asts. As she gasped for breath, his hand moved slowly downward.

Lysithea was relieved that he was holding the towel, so at least she didn’t have to worry about it slipping.

Lysithea was relieved that Ian was holding the towel; if he had been using his bare hands, she would have been unable to stand the overwhelming sensations.

At that moment, Ian’s touch paused between her legs. She held her breath in tension as he watched her face, gauging her reaction. After a moment of silence, he whispered,

“Are you disappointed?”

“…What do you mean?”

“I’m disappointed.”

He kissed her shoulder as if seeking her approval. It was at that moment, as she quietly swallowed and turned her head, that the full impact of his words and touch settled in.

Ian knelt, lowering himself to clean Lysithea’s wet legs with meticulous care. It was the most attentive service he had ever provided.

“Ian, did you… do something wrong to me today?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

He tilted his head, looking up at her n*ked body with a puzzled expression.

“I feel like there’s something I don’t know. Maybe I’ve done something wrong to you without realizing it.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Suddenly, you’re not drinking alcohol, and you won’t tell me what you’re thinking.”

“That’s not because of you…”

“If it’s not because of me, then what is it?”

He stood up again. Lysithea looked up at him, who was much taller and larger than she was, hesitating. It didn’t seem like the right moment to talk about having a baby. She murmured.

“Just… kiss me.”

“Are you going to keep avoiding the topic?”

“If you kiss me, I’ll tell you…”

Before Lysithea could finish her sentence, his lips were on hers. One of his hands roughly tangled in her damp hair, while the other fiercely embraced her warmed skin.

His patience had reached its limit. His tongue, probing and demanding, dominated hers, exploring her mouth with wild abandon. The kiss was fierce, leaving no room for breath.

“Ha, mm…”

As their bodies briefly parted, his hand that had been holding her waist immediately moved upward.

Lysithea struggled to maintain her balance, her legs feeling weak and on the verge of collapsing. Even as she managed to kiss him back, his persistent touch on her tender br*asts and the roughness of his movements caused soft moans to escape her.

“Hmm, stop…”

“Should we go upstairs? Or stay here?”

“…Let’s go upstairs.”

Before she could finish her response, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms. As they ascended to the second floor, the only sound was the steady thud of his footsteps.

Lysithea suddenly recalled their first night in this house. She remembered how, feeling happy about having a home, she had drunk a bit too much and he had carried her to the bedroom. She clung to his neck and kissed him passionately while he helped her change into pajamas.

It felt somehow like being drunk again, just like that night.

“Hey, Ian.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you angry? Because I haven’t talked properly.”

He paused for a moment in front of the bedroom. Glancing at her, who was snugly in his arms, he asked gently.

“If I were angry, what would you do?”

“I’d try to make it better…”

She lifted her hand and touched his cheek. His eyes lingered on her smiling face for a long time. His lips parted slightly as if he was about to say something, but eventually, he smiled in amazement.

“How would you make it better?”

“I said earlier. I’d try hard like when I’m drunk.”

“But you said you don’t remember anything when you’re drunk.”

He shook his head, then used his shoulder to push open the bedroom door. Just as he was about to get on top of her, settling onto the soft bedding.

“Wait a moment.”

She grabbed his waist and firmly stopped him. He furrowed his brow slightly, surprised by her sudden action.

“Why?”

“Just wait a moment.”

She pushed him out of the bed and sat up, leaving him unceremoniously pushed aside. Ian looked quite displeased by the sudden shift.

“Lysithea, you’re acting strange today. Are you trying to avoid this?”

“…You idiot.”

Lysithea teased him with a glance up and touched his belt. Her hands were skilled at undoing the buckle, a task she had done many times before. Seeing her determination, Ian’s mood brightened a bit.

“I can take it off myself.”

“No, I don’t want that. We’re starting from here.”

“Starting from what?”

“Yeah, so…”

As she removed his pants and underwear, Lysithea immediately saw his hard erection. She took a calm, deep breath, finding it still unfamiliar to see him so close, even though she had done it before.

“…Stop staring. Your hands are shaking.”

Just as Ian tried awkwardly to take her hand, she took a deep breath and, with a determined expression, opened her mouth.

His eyes widened in surprise.

“Wait, Lysithea…!”

Though he hesitated in shock, the action had already begun. With a gasp, his big p*nis slid into her open mouth.

Even though only a small part was taken in, the sight was intensely stimulating. Through her disheveled, damp hair, her eyes, slightly closed and trembling lashes, were visible.

What on earth is happening right now?

As he thought blankly, her soft tongue touched the sensitive tip. Without realizing it, he tensed and bent over.

“Ah, Lysithea, wait…”

“Mmm, um…”

Surprised by the unfamiliar feeling, she still didn’t pull away. Instead, she seemed more determined and took him deeper into her mouth.

The soft, moist sensation surrounding his sensitive area made Ian feel like he was losing control. Her inexperienced but deliberate movements were intensely stimulating. It was almost too much to handle.

“Why… suddenly…”

He had never asked her for anything like this.

She used to be shy before s*x, even with just his body touching hers. So to suddenly do that with her mouth – who taught her this skill?

“Lysithea, don’t force yourself… ugh…!”

Just as he hesitated with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment, she suddenly pulled away, seemingly struggling for breath. The intense pleasure of the moment made him dizzy as if he might lose control.

As he struggled to maintain his composure and held onto her shoulders, she took a breath and exhaled.

“Hmm, oh…”

Her lips still touched the blunt tip of his p*nis. She wrapped her hand around his smooth, saliva-covered p*nis and murmured,

“I don’t know much yet… I’ll practice more…”

Her eyes met his as she looked up, her lips flushed red from the contact. She asked,

“Is it, um, not okay?”

“Not okay?”

Ian couldn’t help but give a weak laugh. He couldn’t tell if his wife was innocent or something else entirely. He sighed heavily and took off his shirt.

“Is that what you’re saying now?”

He wanted to be gentle and tender, but that wasn’t going to be possible tonight.

Finally, after removing his annoying pants, they were both n*ked. Feeling a little awkward, he hugged her body from above and fell onto the bed.