FBS - EPILOGUE 1

It was a night when a deep darkness, devoid of any light, had fallen.

I woke up feeling a tickling sensation on my neck. However, still drowsy, I tightly closed my eyes to fall asleep again. The sensation moved lasciviously all over my body, as if determined to wake me up.

One of my legs lifted slightly, and soon the underwear I was wearing slid gently down my leg. I was in a hazy state between sleep and wakefulness, confused about whether it was a dream or reality. When I stirred slightly, a low chuckle landed softly in my ear.

“......Hmm.”

Soon, my thighs spread a little too wide, and I felt something soft and fleshy touch me below. The moist thing that parted my labia and explored the inside with a groping touch slowly rose and rubbed intensely against my clitoris.

A heat like the summer air gradually began to pool in my peaceful belly. I could feel so clearly, as the owner of this body, that my opening was fluttering and leaking a fluid different from urine.

The thing that had been persistently circling my vulva parted my tightly closed vaginal opening and slowly advanced before I could even inhale the breath I had just exhaled. By then, my lower area was so wet that I could faintly hear a squelching sound.

“Ugh...”

The thing that had been gently probing inside for quite a while slipped out a little too early. Having been so close to the peak but not reaching the summit, I gasped softly and clutched the sheets.

I gradually regained consciousness, but then woke up with a jolt as if splashed with ice water because of the hard, thick thing that had dug into the spot where the soft thing had left. The force that scraped against the vaginal walls, which had relaxed smoothly after a period of no stimulation, was remarkably heavy.

“Ah!”

My eyes snapped open at the sensation of my lower area tightening snugly. The silhouette secretly illuminated by the dim light was familiar. For a moment, my heart sank with a fleeting thought, but I recognized who it was and relaxed. My partner must have noticed that I had finally woken up, as he gave a languidly wet smile.

“Hmm, when did you... Ah!”

Before I could even ask anything, I felt my knees being tightly gripped, and the half-inserted penis forcefully pushed its way into my narrow insides as if raking through them. The flesh that had been accepted below for a whole two months was still enormous and intoxicating.

“Just now, hah, arrived.”

“Ugh, ah...!”

“I was just trying to let you sleep, but it didn't work out as I planned.”

Looking at him through half-closed eyes, he was still not properly undressed. The sight of his thick penis, pulled out after unbuttoning his fly, being inserted all the way to the base reminded me of the libertine of the past. Of course, he was only a libertine when it came to me.

“Did, hngh, did you have a good trip...?”

Even in my dazed state, words of welcome momentarily slipped out. It didn't seem like the right greeting to give with his weapon-like penis lodged inside me, but in any case, the feeling I had now was a little more welcoming than embarrassed. Perhaps I had gotten used to this man constantly hovering over me.

I felt like my vision was constantly spinning. I hadn't had a single drink, but the fact that my entire brain was becoming hazily submerged was proof that pleasure was spreading throughout my body. Lifting my arms that had been clutching the sheets, I wrapped them around his neck, and Barque slid his hands under my back and hugged me tightly. The warmth I hadn't felt when I was alone enveloped my body pleasantly.

“Yeah. Were you well?”

His tone was so sweet it sounded like honey was dripping from it. He returned the question affectionately and then pulled out the penis that had been inserted all the way to the root before carefully thrusting it back inside. I could clearly feel, and so could he, the way my parted flesh squeezed and bit his long-absent member elastically.

“Ah, deep, hngh.”

I couldn't even answer his words due to the raging movements of his glans, which smoothly pierced inside and stimulated the part I felt the most. Barque also didn't seem to expect an answer when he asked, as he brushed back my disheveled blonde hair and let out a rough, animalistic breath.

“I missed you.”

No, he was unilaterally pouring out his emotions. A small earthquake shook my heart at his softly whispered words as he rubbed my cheek. The throbbing in my chest spread throughout my body, making me feel it from head to toe.

Barque hadn't hesitated to express himself to me, either in the past or now. But while in the past he had chosen a shockingly explicit and blatant way to sexually stimulate me, these days he melted my heart with a lyrical approach.

Two months ago, he had to go on an expedition due to the unrest of monsters near the border. Showing no signs of wanting to disobey the Emperor's command, we had mingled our bodies and made love for several days and nights. It felt like we were making up for the two months we would have to spend apart.

I, too, had truly felt his absence after he left. He was always busy, but the difference between him being under the same roof and not was surprisingly lonely. Unexpected loneliness and emptiness would rush in at times, leaving me hollow.

Reflecting on those times, I grabbed his chin and kissed him instead of answering. Our breaths intertwined and tangled without a moment to spare as we caressed each other.

“Luichen?”

“Of course he's sleeping. What time do you think it is...? Ah!”

I tried to check the desk clock on the bedside table, but he grabbed my chin and kissed me again as if to devour me. I let out a soft sigh and held onto his shoulders.

“What time is it?”

“Why do you keep asking the time?”

“I'm sleepy...”

“Your husband returned safely from the expedition, you should greet him with open arms. You're being cold.”

He, who was still outwardly no different from my stepfather, was secretly thrusting his hips under the covers and talking about being my husband. The fact that I was helplessly aroused by that showed that I had become just as shameless as him.

Barque parted the labia that tightly encased his pillar and rubbed the already red and swollen clitoris. When he gently scratched the plump, erect nub with his fingertips, a warm mist rose from my lower abdomen. I curled my toes and unconsciously contracted the inner walls that were filled with his massive member.

“My insides welcome me this much, though.”

“Hah...”

“You were so soft when you were asleep... hah, now that you're awake, you're biting down so tightly.”

“Ugh, deep. I told you, it's deep...”

“You like it when I go in deep, don't you?”

The remaining sleepiness gradually dissipated with the lewd thrusting as he bumped against me. The world of sleep that had been trying to engulf me subsided, and my mind gradually cleared. Only then did I slowly realize that my stepfather had returned to my embrace.

“Are you hurt anywhere, ah, hngh... no?”

As my mind cleared a bit, the worry and anxiety that had persisted for two months rose with my head. During his mercenary days, he had been recognized for his outstanding skills, caught the Emperor's eye, and even risen to the rank of commander, so he was naturally strong. But even so, in the bloody battlefield, there was no knowing what kind of danger he might encounter.

“A little.”

Even as I asked, expecting the answer to be 'no,’ my reason froze at the words that defied my expectations. Whether Barque knew my state or not, he gripped my waist and focused on sex, repeatedly pulling his thick member out and thrusting it in deeply.

“Where? Where are you hurt...? Is it, hngh, serious? Ugh, stop for a moment!”

The wet piston action that had been continuing smoothly stopped abruptly as I, my face pale, raised my upper body. Barque didn't seem to want to hide it as he calmly unbuttoned his shirt. My eyes widened in astonishment at the bandage revealed on his chest underneath.

“What happened...”

“It's not serious. A sword blade grazed me.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, unable to even properly touch the bandage for fear of hurting him. I was afraid that the level he considered serious and the level I thought of as serious were too different. My heart tightened at the thought that if I stubbornly tried to check and unwrapped the bandage, I might see a wound that my mind couldn't handle.

He was the one who was injured, but my heart ached even more.

“You said you wouldn't get hurt...!”

Barque seemed flustered by my more intense-than-expected reaction and quickly wiped away my tears, trying to soothe me. Perhaps because my sensitivity had increased after giving birth, I found myself tearing up more often than before. My emotions amplified from moment to moment, and my usually calm state of mind would swing wildly.

For me, the news of his injury was nothing short of a thunderbolt out of the blue.

“It's really okay.”

On the other hand, unlike my agitated state, he, the one who had been injured, seemed truly fine. More than fine, even. The way he had pounced on me as soon as he returned, his eyes glazed over with desire, felt beyond unscathed, almost vigorous.

“Take this off, take it off. I don't think you should overdo it.”

As I spoke, caressing the penis of my stepfather that had burrowed between my folds, his brow immediately furrowed. He rubbed his face against my neck affectionately and whispered, “Are you going to torture me again?”

“Barque.”

“My body has been aching for days wanting to be inside you... it would be cruel to tell me to pull out now.”

“But your injury...”

“If you're worried, why don't you do it?”

“Me...?”

“Get on top of me and move your hips.”

It seemed the option of pulling out his penis and stopping the sex at this point didn't exist in Barque's mind. There were only two choices: either he moved, risking his injury, or I, pitying his injury, moved myself.

If I hadn't known about his injury, I might have told him to move. But now that I knew, how could I ask him to?

Reluctantly, I had to climb on top of his waist, where he lay with his head on the pillow. He brushed back my messy hair, as if to acknowledge that I had just woken up, and then squeezed and released my buttocks.

“Suck it nicely with your pussy. If you suck it well, I'll come quickly.”

The lewd words that brushed against my ear made the inside of my belly tingle and heat up. It was too late to pretend to be innocent now; I was just as aroused as he was. If I said I hadn't thought about the passionate sex we had every night since he had been away, it would surely be a lie. I had long been completely captivated by his hot and intense way of loving me, which shook me to my core.

Holding onto the headboard and lifting my hips slightly, the cock that had been fully lodged inside my vagina made a squelching sound as it revealed itself.

“Your body is honest, as always. My cock is all wet with your juices.”

“Hngh...”

Barque murmured, his eyes glued to my wanton hip movements. I lifted my hips up and then lowered them diagonally, repeating the motion. Even with just one pelvic thrust, my vision swam dizzily. It was always a mystery to me how this one connected place could evoke such sweet thrills.

The sound of my buttocks and his firm thighs colliding, the fleshy slapping, echoed around us. He must have wanted to see the foamy junction more clearly, as he grabbed my thighs and spread them wide open. He smeared the sticky foam that had gathered on his bulging shaft onto his finger and gently scratched my clitoris.

“Haah...!”

Instantly, I clenched the inner walls of my vagina tightly and tilted my chin up. The breath that flowed through my lips was mixed with raw lust. Sensing that vivid stimulation, Barque's pupils narrowed even more fiercely.

“Look how your pussy lips are clinging. Just touching you here drives you crazy.”

“Ugh, yes, yes, I, I'm doing it.”

“You're too slow. At this rate, I won't be able to come even if we do this all night. I'll probably come around the time Luichen comes knocking on the door tomorrow.”

“Hngh, ah, don't, don't talk about the baby...!”

“If I want to hold back from wanting to just thrust into you any which way right now, this kind of nonsense is all I can say. Your husband is going to wither away like this.”

I was already struggling with this pace, but it seemed he wasn't satisfied at all. At this rate, it really felt like he would start moving vigorously with his injured body, so I had no choice but to steel myself.

I placed my palms on his muscular abdomen and began to pump my hips with all my might. When the flesh pillar that had dug vertically inside me stirred recklessly and sharply pierced the sensitive spot, I couldn't help but gasp and tighten the inside of my thighs.

Whether he liked the increasingly heated act or not, Barque had already closed his mouth and was just staring at me with strangely loosened eyes. In his deep blue eyes, unfulfilled desire writhed.

With the feeling of having completely turned into a seductress, I moved my body fiercely while holding his cock, and then gasped when he gripped my breasts.

“Is your breast milk not coming out anymore?”

“No, hngh, it hasn't for ages... Luichen weaned quite a while ago, you know.”

“It's a shame. It was beautiful when white liquid would stream down your nipples every time I thrust deep into your pussy. And it tasted good too.”

“You're really... vulgar.”

“Is it just for a day or two?”

My reproachful words expressing disgust and his easygoing acceptance followed. Barque seemed truly disappointed as he squeezed and rubbed my breasts and then sharply pinched my already erect nipples.

My breasts, which were no different from erogenous zones, were touched, and the heat that had been precariously pooled within me instantly filled me to the tips of my hair, warming my entire body. A thrilling current tingled from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet.

“Hngh!”

I shook my hips back and forth madly, still holding his member, then suddenly stopped and contracted my body. The peak had arrived in an instant.

“Hah, did you come? Weren't you doing this to eat my cum? You can't come first.”

“Ugh, ah, good...”

In the end, it was a futile act, a pointless bravado. I realized that when he finally thrust his hips himself, covering my body as I fell back onto the rug with a loud orgasm, and reached his own climax. I ended up lying on the rug-covered floor, my legs wide open, being relentlessly pounded.

After shaking his hips vigorously, he scattered his thick seed inside me without leaving a drop, then cupped my chin and stole all the breath that had filled my lungs.

Our lips parted with a soft smack, and I gave him a displeased look that wasn't truly angry.

After the lovemaking, the area between my thighs was hot and throbbing, but the most painful parts were my nipples. It was because he had stubbornly and persistently sucked and bitten them with his lips, asking if there was really no breast milk left.

When I saw him fondling and toying with me as he pleased and then smiling as if to say, “Well, I guess there isn't any,” I really felt like punching him in the head.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“......”

“You're so cute.”

But as always, this man interpreted my anger or resentment in his own charming way. Even now, he seemed utterly smitten with my glare.

Afterward, he hugged my limp body, personally washed me, and carried me back to bed.

The wound under the bandage, which had come loose for a moment during the bath, was not as serious as I had feared. Of course, it would have been an unbearable injury for me, but for him, whose body was covered in scars, it seemed very trivial.

Considering that he had mingled with me so intensely even with the bandage on, and then even took care of the aftercare himself... I realized a beat later that I had been worrying about nothing.

Lying naked with only a blanket wrapped around me, I looked up at him as he shook his wet hair. As if sensing my gaze, he leaned down and kissed my cheek. A hot sensation spread through my chest at his touch.

Only then did I realize that I hadn't returned his earlier words.

“Me too...”

Perhaps it was because of the warm bath, but the sleepiness I had forgotten surged back like a tidal wave.

Memories of the past, when I was busy pushing him away and rejecting him, suddenly rushed in. Back then, it felt like nothing but sin, so I was busy hiding and concealing it. I had desperately tried not to show even the slightest crack. But now, I didn't have to do that. There was no reason to desperately try to kill this bright red emotion and hide it.

I grasped the fingers of his hand that was resting beside my head and whispered quietly, “I missed you.”

My eyelids grew heavy, and my tongue became increasingly stiff, making my words stammer. Still, he must have heard me, as I saw the corners of his lips soften into a gentle curve in my vision just before my eyes closed.

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Barque quietly watched the sleeping Rosen before pulling the blanket up to her shoulders. Her face, faintly illuminated by the dim light, was one he could look at endlessly without ever growing tired. Rather, it evoked a strange and subtle feeling, making him miss her even as he looked at her.

Knock knock.

Suddenly, a sound came from the door. Barque brushed Rosen's hair behind her ear and got out of bed. He put on the silk dressing gown that was carelessly draped over the velvet sofa and checked the bedside clock. It was a time when the world was still dyed black, before even the first light of dawn.

Only one person would dare to come uninvited to the bedroom of a couple who were also stepfather and stepdaughter at such a cozy and private hour, and knock without hesitation. Barque tightened his dressing gown and glanced awkwardly at his penis, which had already become erect again. He had just been looking at Rosen's face, and it seemed to have reacted again so quickly.

Thinking to himself that he was truly a severe case, he adjusted his gown and tied the belt. Fortunately, because it was a black gown, the outline of the swollen flesh wasn't very noticeable. Knowing who the unexpected guest at the door was, he didn't particularly intend to hide it.

Beyond the door that opened with a creak stood a small child whose face barely reached his thigh.

“Why are you awake?”

Luichen, rubbing his sleepy eyes, nestled into the arms of his father, who easily lifted him up. His golden-sand-colored hair, the same as Rosen's, fluttered. Even though it had been two months since they last met, the child didn't show any particular resistance, perhaps familiar with his father's scent. Pleased by this, Barque stroked Luichen's cheek with his finger.

Seeing his watery eyes, it seemed he had a bad dream. In his tiny hand, he held a cloth doll that Rosen had made for him.

“Let's go back, and I'll put you back to sleep.”

“Rosen...”

Luichen, who had just begun to speak properly, shook his head and pointed at the closed door. It was clear who he had come looking for in the middle of the night. Barque readjusted his hold on his son and shook his head.

“Your sister has just fallen asleep. So I'd rather you didn't wake her.”

Reminding himself again and again that he was talking to a baby, he tried his best to explain at eye level. Luichen, blinking his blue eyes that resembled his, soon frowned as if about to cry. He was overwhelmed with sadness at not seeing Rosen.

Calmly coaxing and soothing him, Barque quickly moved his feet.

“Luichen. Shouldn't a boy like you start practicing sleeping alone?”

In fact, it was a rather cold thing to say to a child who was almost three years old. Luichen blinked his watery eyes and, perhaps anticipating that his whining wouldn't work, leaned heavily against Barque's shoulder and hugged him tightly.

A soft chuckle escaped Barque's lips after a moment's hesitation.

'Honestly, he's exactly like his mother.’

The way he would just hug and cling to him the moment his own way didn't work was truly just like Rosen's child. He clicked his tongue inwardly, but a ticklish sensation like flowers blooming spread through his chest. It was the same feeling he experienced when looking at Rosen. The emotion he felt looking at the two of them, so fragile and soft, unlike his own rough and rugged self.

It was definitely affection.