Chapter 12.5

The way he gazed down at her from the shadows with those wings spread wide… it was clear that Boris wasn’t entirely human.  

He was something different.  

Livie had always known that, but now, faced with the reality of it, she was reminded just how different he truly was.  

“Are you scared of me?”  

His voice sounded sorrowful, almost vulnerable.  

Livie couldn’t bring herself to answer.  

In truth, she was scared.  

But at the same time, she wasn’t.  

It was a strange mix of emotions that she couldn’t fully understand, but neither feeling was a lie.  

Faced with his massive black wings, her body reacted instinctively with fear.  

And yet, she didn’t want to run away from him.  

No matter how large or dark his wings were, Boris was still Boris.  

“If someone sees…”  

Livie finally managed to speak, her voice trembling.  

Yes, she needed to make him fold those wings away. That was her only thought.  

She didn’t know why they had appeared so suddenly, but if he could just hide them again, this strange fear would subside.  

“Who’s going to see us?”  

He smiled as he looked at her. Just as he said, who would dare to spy on the room of a couple spending their first night? Yet, she was still afraid. 

If someone were to see this… if that happened…

“Hurry, put it in.”

“It’s not going in as I want.”

“What?”

Startled, Livie sat up straight, but she was immediately restrained by his hand. She had no choice but to lie back down on the bed as he gently pushed her. 

“I want to put it in, but I can’t.”

He murmured in a chilling voice. Even he seemed confused, grabbing his own hair and pulling at it. His dark, silky hair became a tangled mess under his hands.

“Why, why is that? We’ve done it before. We know it’s possible. You know it well.”

Livie quickly poured out her words. The days when he couldn’t control his wings and had to hide in a cave were long past. He could now completely control his wings.

So why, at this moment, were his wings suddenly appearing?

“Last time, it was like this too… but when I woke up, they were gone.”

Livie recalled their first night together. At that time, she had fainted while staring at the overwhelming size of his wings. When she woke up the next day, the wings had quietly disappeared.

“That’s how it was… but I don’t know.”

He smiled awkwardly, looking troubled. In that moment, Livie felt as if her veins were burning.

‘This is insane.’

His firm, n*ked body with large black wings sprouting from his back was a sinful sight in itself. It felt like a profoundly sacrilegious scene.

Though she had seen him spread his wings countless times, encountering them in the bedroom, especially in his completely bare state, was driving her mad. The last time she saw them during their intimacy, she had fainted immediately, leaving no time to process such feelings.

“You have to help me.”

“What?”

She barely had time to repeat his words before he answered.

“Ah!”

With a sharp cry, her body was pierced.

“Hah… ah… ahhh…”

She struggled beneath his massive frame. She reached out to scratch at him, but he wouldn’t back away. Her hands clawed at his back and shoulders, grabbing onto something soft. It was his wing feathers. A handful of plucked feathers floated in the air, scattering around them.

Still, he didn’t retreat. He held her legs tightly, pressing his body against hers without leaving any gaps, pushing Livie to her limits.

“Boris, ugh…”

Finally, tears spilled out. As they streamed down her face and soaked the sheets, his lips followed, as if waiting for this moment.

As if to confirm that everything coming from her body belonged to him, he licked and devoured it all. His kisses were tender, yet what lay beneath him was anything but gentle.

Shallow and deep, fast and slow—he repeated the motions, delving further and further into Livie. Somewhere between pain and pleasure, Livie cried out.

She grabbed onto his wings, pulling out feathers in clumps, sobbing softly as she held them. It felt as if she were being chewed alive.

Finally reaching his cl*max, he held Livie tightly, pouring everything into her before collapsing onto her with his full weight. Despite the suffocating heaviness, Livie felt a strange sense of relief.

“Livie?”

At the cautious sound of his voice, she blinked. Through her blurry vision, she saw that the wings on his back were still there.

“Why are they still…?”

Before she could even ask, Boris answered.

“I don’t know either…”

She wanted to ask how he could not know, but she didn’t even have the strength to speak. It felt as if every breath she exhaled shattered into pieces.

“Are you okay?”

Livie groaned weakly and looked at him. The wings were still there.

No, rather, they were standing tall, exuding an air of dominance. Only then did Livie realize the truth. Those wings responded to his pleasure.

“Boris, the wings, the wings…”

As his body covered hers, his large wings enveloped Livie. Darkness swallowed her vision. It was warm and comforting, like being inside a cocoon. And within that cocoon…

“Ah…”

Livie cried and cried. Boris always teased her for being a crybaby, but now she shed enough tears to make up for all his words.

Embraced by him, wrapped in his large wings, Livie could only succumb to the sensations he poured upon her.

After that, nothing remained clearly in her memory.

***

The sun had already risen high, but the bedroom of the newlywed couple was still shrouded in deep darkness.

“Ugh…”

A pained groan echoed in the darkness.

“Haa…”

Another groan followed, louder this time. The source of the sound was buried deep within the soft bedding, exhaling repeatedly.

Livie was curled up on the bed, clutching her hair, her body folded in half.

“What on earth… happened last night?”

The morning of their first day as newlyweds began with piecing together the fragments of shattered memories.

Her memories were scattered like shards of glass, unable to find their place. After the wedding, they had come to the bridal chamber, opened the window, Boris had arrived, and then…

‘What happened after that?’

From that point on, her memories were a jumbled mess. It was as if fabrics of different colors and shapes had been haphazardly stitched together.

Yet one thing was certain: most of those memories were tinged with flesh tones. Embarrassing sounds of breathing, friction, and indescribable sensations…

Above all, the pain etched into her body made it impossible to forget.

“Ugh…”

Even the slightest movement elicited a groan. It felt as if every bone had been pulled out and reassembled, leaving her body uncooperative.

Her body didn’t feel like her own. That was exactly how Livie felt. Moreover, her head felt as though someone had gripped it tightly, making it impossible to think clearly.

As she clutched her aching head, trying to piece together the fragments of the previous day, she heard a rustling sound beside her.

“Livie, are you okay?”

A gentle, low voice. Without a second thought, she knew it was Boris. His voice sounded far too composed compared to hers.

“No, I’m not okay.”

Livie snapped back in a sulky tone and buried her face in the pillow again. She couldn’t lift her head at all.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

His tender question was accompanied by a hand brushing her hair back. Livie curled up even more. No matter how much she snapped at him, Boris was always like this.

“It hurts…”

Unconsciously, Livie began to whine. Her head hurt, her throat was dry, and she felt like she was dying. If no one had been by her side, she would have been in serious trouble.

“Let me see.”

Suddenly, his voice turned serious, and with a swift motion, the blanket was pulled back. Livie let out a small scream.

“Kyah!”

She hurriedly tried to pull the blanket back, but Boris was quicker.

“Where does it hurt?”

His gaze from above was overwhelming.

“Hmm? Livie.”

His eyes resembled those of a raven feasting on its prey. It felt as if he would devour her entirely, leaving only her bones behind. Livie couldn’t say a word.

When her eyes met his, she lowered her gaze in embarrassment. But the lower her gaze fell, the fewer places there were to look.

The masculine curve of his neck, the firm muscles of his chest, the tight abs…

“…”

When her gaze finally reached below, she jumped as if she had touched fire.

“Does it hurt that much?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Even in the dim room with the curtains drawn, his presence was unmistakable. Livie felt like fainting.

“If you don’t tell me, I won’t know. If you really hate it…”

Would he leave? 

A faint glimmer of hope flickered in her mind as she looked up at him. But his next action extinguished all her hopes.

Boris grabbed her ankle, pulling her legs apart and resting them on his shoulders, staring intently between them.

“Don’t… don’t do that. Stop…”

The overly explicit gaze on her most private area made her feel like she was going insane. No, she prayed she would lose her mind.