Epilogue.2

Unclear whose feelings they were, emotions intertwined. When Iliana called Lucian, he smiled faintly and opened his mouth. After lightly biting her nose and pulling away, he gave her a brief peck on the lips and unfastened the buckle that held his trousers.

“I thought about it while we kissed.”

“W-What…?”

“I think I’d concentrate better if you did it for me. What do you think, Lana?”

“……”

“You said you wanted to see how I feel.”

With a sly smile, he made the adorable request for her to touch him herself, his expression unchanging. Though she hadn’t had a drop of wine, Iliana already felt dizzy. Her trembling hands fumbled as she pulled down his clothes.

As if waiting, his long, pale flesh sprang free, standing er*ect. It was only natural that her face flushed from the feeling of being violated just by looking at it. Moreover, the long thing even lightly tapped her cheek! It would’ve been strange not to feel embarrassed.

Iliana, who had been carefully observing the clear liquid pooling at the tip, hesitated before finally placing her hand on him. The moment her fingers wrapped around the already rigid shaft, a groan escaped from above.

“Hah…”

Though she had only ever taken it in before, she had never touched it. Now that her fingers wrapped around it, she could feel its sheer size. It was beyond her imagination—so thick that one hand couldn’t fully encircle it.

Swallowing hard, Iliana leaned on his thigh for support.

“Is this… the right way?”

She moved her hand slowly up and down. Her thumb brushed over the rounded tip before sliding down the taut skin beneath. Mimicking his previous actions, she continued to stroke it, feeling the bulging veins under her palm.

Contrary to his beautiful face, the sight of his angry arousal made her mouth go dry. Barely lifting her head, she glanced at Lucian, who frowned slightly and replied.

“Phew, that’s not bad, but…”

Lucian lightly muttered before covering her hand with his own. Then, gripping her hand tightly, he moved it roughly upwards. The sound of his hand slapping against hers made it feel as though he was using her hand to pleasure himself.

“Hngh.”

With his eyes closed, Lucian let out a ragged breath, his flushed cheeks fully exposed. His sweat-dampened, disheveled hair, the faint mole visible when his eyes were slightly closed—everything about him was stimulating.

“Lana.”

The rough tone with which he called her name, the fierce green eyes glaring at her while a calm mole rested beneath them—it was overwhelming.

Even though I’m the one stimulating him.

Feeling as though she were being devoured, Iliana tightened her grip. Lucian straightened his posture and grabbed her other hand, guiding it toward the slit of his gl*ns.

“Hold it here and rub. That’s all.”

“Like… this?”

“Yes, you’re good… at it.”

His strained laughter soon turned into a frown as he released his seed. Iliana’s face turned bright red, as if she had seen something she shouldn’t have. The s*men on her hand was lukewarm. As she rubbed her palms together, Lucian grabbed her hand and pulled her down.

The mattress sank beneath them. Their breaths grew ragged as they devoured each other’s lips without restraint. The kiss, even more fervent than before, made Iliana choke on her own saliva, causing her to cough. The sound of her cough echoed in Lucian’s throat.

Lucian licked away the saliva trailing from her lips and slid his middle finger down the neckline of her dress, gazing at her.

“You saw how I felt, didn’t you, Lana?”

Grabbing her wrist, he smeared the s*men she had just touched across her cleavage. Watching him do this so casually, Iliana responded with a trembling voice. 

“Yes.” 

Satisfied with her answer, Lucian kissed the corner of her eye and smiled.

“Then I believe you know what I’m thinking right now.”

“……”

“You’d better feel it properly, understand?”

Before she could answer, he cupped her head and kissed her deeply. His hands moved without hesitation, peeling away her dress as though shedding a layer of skin. Soon, he found the mound he sought, tracing the area around her entrance with his index and middle fingers.

“You’re wet.”

“Ah…!”

His fingers brushed past her sensitive nub and began tracing her l*bia. As his long fingers grazed and parted her delicate flesh, a ticklish sensation rose.

Every time the inside was slightly exposed, the cool air that touched it felt icy. Little moans escaped her lips. Without hesitation, Lucian teased Iliana, spreading the fluids trailing down her thigh across her skin.

Realizing he had discovered how aroused she already was, Iliana turned her head in shame. A mix of embarrassment and anticipation swelled within her. But that thought didn’t last long, as his long fingers invaded her.

“Hngh, ah… ngh!”

His middle finger slowly tapped against her inner walls. As his thumb stimulated her cl*toris, her body trembled.

Lucian, who was skillfully tormenting her below using two fingers, pulled Iliana closer as she tried to lift her hips to escape. He kissed her as if he had been waiting for this moment. Gasping, Iliana trembled uncontrollably, unable to breathe, as she sat on Lucian’s face and endured the lewd actions happening below.

A powerful wave of pleasure wrapped around her entire body. The moment his tongue touched her lower region, her body betrayed her, climaxing instantly. She wanted to tell him she was done, but the relentless movements of Lucian’s tongue, which continuously struck her with pleasure, made it impossible for her to speak.

Her mind went blank. She wanted to escape. Whenever she twisted her body to free herself from the flesh invading and stirring her insides, Lucian firmly pressed down on her thighs.

“Hngh, ah, …hah, ahh, ngh, ah…!”

She cried so easily. His actions, burying his face and moving while teasing her cl*toris, seemed determined to drive her mad with pleasure.

Stop, stop, stop. 

The same word escaped her lips like a parrot, but even that was muffled by her moans, making it unintelligible. Lucian, who bit down slightly on her thigh, invaded her inner folds again, stimulating her muscles. The obscene sound of him sucking on her fluids echoed, and a sudden urge began to build below.

No, this can’t happen.

Iliana twisted her body violently as the unfamiliar yet familiar sensation of needing to release overwhelmed her. 

No, not here. I have to stop. But… I need to stop…

“You can let go, Lana.”

“…Hngh, ah!”

Before she could gather her thoughts, a sudden surge of pleasure overtook her body. Her abdomen tensed as a stream of liquid gushed out forcefully.

Unaware that the clear fluid had splashed onto Lucian’s face, Iliana trembled as her hips shook uncontrollably. The liquid that didn’t land on his face spread across the sheets, pooling around her and clinging to the trimmed hairs like dew, creating a mess.

“As always… you’re so full of water.”

“Be quiet…”

I’d rather die. 

Iliana, her face flushed bright red, hurriedly grabbed a pillow to cover her face. She had no idea what Lucian might be thinking.

This had never happened before. Meanwhile, the lingering spasms made her wish she could disappear, and her mind went blank again.

Lucian, watching her body tremble and shake whenever he touched her cl*toris, pushed the diluted fluids back inside her. The implications of his actions were clear. As Iliana briefly recalled the previous night, she held her breath, and Lucian smirked.

“If all I felt for you was lust, I wouldn’t want to push you to this extent, Lana.”

The way he persistently rubbed her fluids into her l*bia felt deliberate. Listening to her ragged breathing from beneath the pillow, Lucian pressed down on her flesh with his index finger.

“Do you understand what I’m saying? If all I wanted was to possess you, I wouldn’t go to such lengths to make you look only at me, to demonstrate a possessiveness you wouldn’t be able to ignore.”

“Lu…cian…”

“I want to satisfy you, to see your embarrassed face, and to have you look at me with desire.”

As his hand slowly stroked her leg, he deliberately guided the fluids running down her thigh back inside her. His actions were vulgar. 

Why is he putting it back in? 

From beneath the pillow, her muffled voice reached him, and he responded.

“I can’t fill you with my seed, so I’ll fill you with your own fluids. I want you to never forget me. I want your mind to be consumed by me. I want you… to be happy. I thought this was love.”

“…”

“Still don’t believe me? Should I show you more?”

As Lucian lifted her legs again, Iliana hurriedly sat up, shaking her head. Her entire body was so sensitive that even her breathing made her flinch. Despite this, something felt strange.

It was a strange thing to say. Who would say such words while pinning someone down with their body? If one were to rank confessions, this would undoubtedly be the worst.

It was the worst position.

It was the worst timing.

And yet, why?

Why did that confession sound so sincere?