Winter Wolf - Chapter 16. Epilogue 4

Epilogue. Part 4

“Ian, did it hurt…”

He silenced her words with a kiss. Her slightly swollen, wet lips felt smooth and pleasant. He was surprised at how sweet the saliva tasted.

When he pulled away, he saw that Lysithea was rolling her eyes in embarrassment. He held back his desire to tease her and whispered,

“Lysithea.”

“Yes…?”

“I’m going crazy because it feels so good.”

“Oh, thank goodness… ah!”

“What are you trying to do?”

His hand immediately moved to her intimate area. There was no need to separate them; the thick, already wet skin gently welcomed his fingers.

“Oh, ah!”

“Suddenly doing this… makes me want to just take control.”

“Still, it’s okay…”

Even though she trembled at the slightest movement of his hand, she was always courageous. Ian laughed softly and placed his lips on her br*ast. Her freshly bathed, soft skin flushed red every time he showed her his affection.

“Hmm, Ian…”

While one hand continued to pleasure her, his other hand was incredibly gentle. Every time he touched and kissed her br*ast with his fingertips and lips, Lysithea pulled his head closer to her and moaned breathlessly.

Finally, when his lips descended to near her navel, she tensed and shivered. Noticing her unusual reaction, Ian looked up, and she said with a surprised expression.

“Oh, today… you can put it in right away.”

“Why? You like this place the most.”

He gently spread her p*ssy with his already-soaked fingers. He enjoyed filling her p*ssy with his fingers or licking and praising it. Every time she showed her sensual reactions, it drove him wild.

But Lysithea quickly shook her head and pushed his hand away.

“Since it’s been wet for a while, I want you to put it in quickly.”

Ian couldn’t believe his ears. She wanted him to put it in quickly?

As he slowly moved upward, his big body completely covered hers. He carefully examined her flushed face.

“Did you drink secretly…?”

“Oh, no!”

“Are you drunk? It doesn’t seem like it.”

“What have I done? Ah!”

As his body that had been between her legs was gradually pushed down, his hard p*nis began to gently penetrate her, cutting through her wet p*ssy. Every moment of his entry felt overwhelming, so she s*cked in her breath and gripped his broad shoulders.

“Ha, ugh…!”

“Want me to go in? Like this?”

“Mm, more… Ahh!”

As soon as she said “more,” his c*ck quickly thrust in. Her thoroughly wet p*ssy accepted him as if it had always been one with him.

A melting pleasure surged through him, and Ian closed his eyes tightly before opening them again. She had already dug her nails into his shoulders. As he began to move his hips slowly, she let out faint moans.

“Haah, ugh… Already, so full…”

“Does it hurt?”

“Mm, it’s… Ahh!”

Even as he asked if it hurt, his movements were becoming rougher. As always, it was hard to endure once he was inside.

She enjoyed the way her body swayed with each of his movements, her breath coming in gasps as he penetrated deeply. The sight of her purple eyes, wet with tears of intense pleasure, was captivating.

And even the sight of her delicate fingers straining to hold onto him, trying not to lose him—he loved and was obsessed with it all.

“Ugh, Ian…”

Lysithea’s hands, which had been holding him, slipped and lost their grip.

Ian pressed down firmly on her hands, which had fallen onto the bed. The platinum rings on their tightly clasped hands glittered. He bit down gently on Lysithea’s moaning lips.

Had she not been drinking? Tonight, she seemed to be feeling more intensely than usual. Had her inner muscles ever trembled like this before while gripping him so tightly? It had been a long time since tears had flowed down her eyes like this.

Lysithea’s body was so tense that it felt like they were making love for the first time.

Ian did everything he could to soothe her. Just as he was about to push deeper, kissing her countless times and supporting her back, she suddenly pushed against his shoulder.

“No, don’t… don’t…”

She resisted strongly, and despite his efforts to continue, something was amiss.

“Lysithea, what’s….”

“Go back… move back, please.”

He raised his eyebrows and momentarily stopped moving.

‘Why was she so bold when her body was still tense like it was the first time?’

As he was deep in thought, she tapped his firm chest, as if signaling him to move.

Reluctantly, he pulled back, and Lysithea got up, grabbing the headboard of the bed and turning around. After a brief hesitation, she bent over and slightly pushed her hips towards him, waiting for him to enter. Seeing her in this position, Ian stopped hesitating and reached out.

“Bend over more.”

“Yeah, now… ugh…!”

He grabbed her hips with both hands and thrust into her again. The hole that had been opened earlier offered no resistance to his thick member. But the sensation of pleasure was even more intense than the first time.

“Ah! Ha…!”

At first, he seemed to enter slowly, but soon he was thrusting his hips mercilessly. Lysithea’s hand, gripping the headboard, tensed and trembled. Each time his p*nis plunged deep into her, lights flashed dizzily in her mind.

“Ha, Ian, that… Ah!”

She was quickly reaching her limit, but Ian couldn’t stop his thrusting. Even the sturdy bed creaked under the force of his rough movements. Lysithea began to whimper.

“Ugh, no… this, no more….”

His body slammed against her swollen vulva, making lewd sounds as they collided. When she tried to twist and pull away, unable to endure the climax,

“Stay like that.”

He gripped her slender waist fiercely and pulled her closer.

Lysithea finally burst into tears. As her weakened posture began to collapse, Ian supported her waist and br*asts with his big hands, pulling her into his embrace.

“Lysithea.”

His lips gently brushed her wet eyelids. As she clutched the blankets with great effort whenever he thrust from behind, he licked and nibbled her sweat-soaked neck, finally embracing her tightly.

“Ah! Ugh!”

He bit her shoulder firmly and reached his climax. His swollen c*ck trembled several times inside her, releasing all the semen he had been holding back.

“Haah….”

After a powerful climax, Ian slowly laid her down on the bed, still holding her tightly. Both of them were covered in sweat, making the recent bath seem pointless. Yet, a pleasant, moist warmth flowed between their bodies.

“Lysithea… did it hurt?”

As he whispered in her ear and kissed it, Lysithea caught her breath and let out a small laugh.

“After doing that, you’re asking now?”

“Wait. Did it hurt?”

“It didn’t hurt….”

She gently caressed his arms which held her tightly and made a request.

“From now on, you should be careful. It might surprise the baby.”

His hand, which had been caressing her br*asts, stopped. No, even his breathing stopped. While he remained still, Lysithea reached for a wet towel from under the bed. She moved away, cleaned up, turned over, and snuggled back into his arms, leaving Ian in a daze.

Lysithea nuzzled him without trying to pretend and whispered,

“Remember how Madame Mazelin came by today? I’ve been seeing the doctor for a while because of my irregular periods… This time, it’s for real. I’m pregnant.”

Ian finally managed to speak.

“…Since when?”

“Just over two months. It doesn’t show at all, right? That’s why I didn’t realize it either.”

She said it playfully, but he still looked shocked.

Embarrassed, Lysithea waved her hands and continued.

“Um, so… no more alcohol from now on. Also, be careful with drinking herbal teas. Oh, and as for… intimacy, it’s okay as long as the positions don’t put too much pressure on the belly for now.”

“Ha….”

Ian, deeply tense, let out a weary sigh. The explanations made everything she had done that day suddenly make sense.

Avoiding alcohol, flinching when her lips or hands went near her belly, changing positions to avoid pressing on her belly – that’s why she had acted differently. He sighed in relief and pulled his wife into a tight embrace.

“I’m glad. I thought I had done something wrong…”

“Not at all. Being with you is always the best. It was wonderful today too.”

When she playfully kissed him and smiled, he had an intense urge to continue, but he managed to hold back. The heavy sense of responsibility weighed on his chest.

“So… there’s a baby inside here. Right now.”

His hand, gently stroking her flat belly, trembled slightly. He seemed at a loss, his eyes wavering. Seeing his discomfort, Lysithea smiled softly.

“Yes, it’s your baby.”

After a long silence, Ian embraced her gently. He didn’t say anything, but his shoulders trembled quietly, rising and falling.

Buried in his chest, Lysithea could tell even without seeing his face.

So this man, when he cries, his shoulders shake like this. He cries quietly and silently, without anyone else knowing. There was a time before when he was like this.

But this time, it must be tears of joy.

She hugged him tightly, even though he couldn’t fully embrace her in return. There were no further words of encouragement.

Finally, Ian composed himself and pulled away, asking her as if nothing had happened.

“So, are you okay? They say you get morning sickness when you’re pregnant.”

Seeing his worried, golden eyes, Lysithea smiled warmly.

“Morning sickness? I’m not sure. According to Dr. Mazelin, I’m blessed.”

“Is that so? Then can we have a few more?”

“…Ah, no, let’s start with one and see how it goes.”

As she looked startled, a smile finally appeared on his lips. He looked as calm and thoughtful as usual, but his voice and eyes betrayed an undeniable joy.

“Have you chosen a name? What about the baby’s room? Do you think it will be a girl?”

Seeing his excited expression, Lysithea answered warmly.

“Let’s think about it together from now on. It’s our baby, after all.”

The unborn baby. A future as a family of three that none of them had ever experienced before. But it was a future they embraced without fear.

As she fell asleep in his arms, Lyshitea remembered the winter sea view they had seen together from the boat. She thought of the snowflakes falling like petals, blessing them, and she imagined a future waiting for them beyond the distant sea.

It was a future filled only with happiness.

<The End>