Side Story 16
“Aangh, I’m still cumming, but you keep…”
“Yeah?”
Izar, drunk on the clenching tightness devouring his s*x, bit back a growl and asked again. His head was filled to the brim with a childish hunger to torment and make her cry a little longer.
What on earth would it take to quiet this craving?
‘Even if it’s not fully satisfied, shouldn’t it ease at least a little?’
What is still missing that leaves him so restless?
“Haa…”
At that moment, Izar remembered the nightmares he’d had after losing Freesia.
Dreams where he watched, like a ghost, as she spent the end of her life with another man.
His woman, whispering love to someone else.
〈Darling, thank you…〉
The instant it flashed across his mind, every muscle in his body went rigid and coiled like a beast about to strike.
The wild jealousy that had finally gone quiet flared awake again.
Ridiculous. Freesia had never once spoken such words to another man. Yet he still seethed as though some wretched phantom had stolen her from him.
But… if Freesia were to call him the way she had in those dreams, would that endless craving ease, even a little?
He kissed the sobbing woman’s brow and cheeks, murmuring to himself.
Perhaps… it might make him want to torment her a little less.
“Freesia, then.”
“Mngh, yes, yes…”
“Call me darling. Just once.”
“W-What…? Ah!”
“Go on.”
Freesia could only let out a broken moan as she felt the thick, slow grinding inside her.
Her mind was more than half melted by the lewd, wet sounds. She couldn’t grasp the meaning behind his request at all.
It just felt far more shameless than when he’d teased her below with his tongue.
‘Darling…?’
She’d been taught that the higher the house’s rank, the less a wife and husband should call each other by such soft, unseemly terms, even in private with all the servants dismissed.
“Nnh, nnngh…”
But if saying one ordinary word could make this overwhelming pleasure pause for just a moment, she could put the word on her tongue.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him.
“Izar… Darling, please…”
“……”
“It’s too… much, hhk.”
If this went on, she wouldn’t be able to care for their daughter tomorrow… maybe not even the day after, lost in the haze of this feverish coupling.
But then her vision tilted upward in shock. Izar had pulled her hips up and shifted her to straddle him face-to-face.
“Ah…!”
Still clinging to his neck, Freesia came undone again.
The pressure was different from lying down beneath his pounding; the strange, urgent urge she had been holding back refused to stop.
As the fierce heat slammed into her again, she clutched desperately at his hard shoulders with trembling fingers.
Every obscene, wet sound of flesh twisting together made her flail helplessly.
“You said… if I called you, you’d stop…!”
“Haa… I only asked you to call me that.”
When she’d sweetly called to him, yes, his heart had nearly burst with savage satisfaction.
But instead of soothing his desire, the fulfillment had done the opposite and fanned the flames higher.
“I never said I’d stop.”
“Ah, Izar— aaah…!”
“Freesia…”
As he repeated the name of his flower, he understood.
No matter what she said tonight, this hunger wasn’t going to burn out.
He kissed away the tears spilling from the flower and willingly surrendered to the beast inside.
* * *
The fierce, unrelenting joining stretched across two long rounds. That count was only of Izar spilling himself; Freesia’s own peaks were far more numerous.
‘So relentless…’
He had let her doze for a short while in between, but each time she stirred awake from the tingling after-sensations in her body, Izar was already leaving soft kisses somewhere on her skin.
She had no strength left to push him away; instead she only sobbed softly and sank back into his arms again and again.
Now, still flushed with fever, Freesia stared blankly at Izar.
As he wiped her down, shadows rippled across the bare planes of his body.
More than the beauty of him, her eyes caught something else.
‘Another scar I hadn’t seen before…’
Izar could no longer use his extraordinary powers as he once had.
Perhaps Nova had inherited them, but until the child could wield them fully, Izar alone would have to bear the family’s burdens.
From now on, he would stand on the line between life and death even more often.
‘He might get hurt somewhere far from me and collapse.’
She, after all, was the one allowed to keep living on in this life instead…
“……”
Freesia’s lips moved faintly.
Happiness was a fleeting thing that could vanish without warning.
So even if they clung together now as though no tomorrow existed, life would always hold unexpected goodbyes.
That thought stirred in her a quiet, aching wish…
To leave something more of Izar behind with her.
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