Epilogue – That Winter (Part 4)

It was only natural that his soft tongue would part her moist folds and slip inside.

Like a dog in heat, Rune greedily licked her insides. He shaped his tongue into a curve, collecting her fluids and swallowing them down his throat. His tongue swam as if it were a fish in water, praising the ridges that clung tightly to him.

“Hahng, ngh… Rune, ah!”

Each time Ria let out a high-pitched moan in response, Rune’s thumb gently rubbed the spots on her inner thighs where he had left his marks.

Who knew how long she endured such torment?

Unlike usual, Rune and the others didn’t even bother removing her apron or garter belt this time—they used them well.

They made her wrap her stocking-clad and bare feet around their shafts, rubbing them as if she were using her hands. They pressed their shafts between her thighs and calves, sliding them back and forth. Even the apron was used to wrap around their shafts for stimulation.

Meanwhile, Ria’s v*lva and her flushed peaks were sucked and bitten repeatedly, bringing her to climax over and over. It was the first time she had reached such heights so many times without any penetration.

“Ugh, hah… Ria.”

Still wearing the apron, Ria pressed Eden’s sh*ft between her br*asts, rubbing it. Her small mouth barely managed to take the tip in, and her cheeks occasionally bulged as she sucked.

She teased the slit at the tip with her pointed tongue, licked the head in circular motions, and caused the veins on the back of Eden’s hand—gripping the sheets—to bulge visibly.

Eventually, thick streams of s*men spurted out. Ria held it in her mouth, but there was so much that she had to pull back. The milky white liquid splattered across her face and chest. She wiped it off with her fingers and licked them, thinking:

So this is what they like.

Wearing provocative l*ngerie, garter belts, or even just… just an apron.

But she couldn’t blame their preferences, as she realized she had become so aroused that she couldn’t control herself from a certain point onward.

Feeling the s*men covering her body, apron, and garter belt, Ria’s insides tingled. She craved them. More fluids trickled down her thighs.

***

After countless climaxes, her insides were completely relaxed.

“Hnnngh! Ah, ahhh…! Mmngh!”

Even with two massive shafts thrusting into her simultaneously, her body accepted them smoothly.

“Hah…”

Rune gripped her soft thighs, spreading her legs wider as he exhaled a languid breath and thrust his hips. Opposite him, Eden braced one hand against the nightstand Rune leaned on, while his other hand kneaded Ria’s br*ast, already covered in red handprints. He tilted his head and devoured her lips.

“Mmmh, ngh…”

Caught between the two m*n’s solid bodies, Ria dangled in midair, her body swaying limply. She was breathless.

Despite her loosened body, the stimulation remained intense, as if she were being skewered all the way to her throat.

She tried to wrap her arms around Eden’s neck to ease the depth of penetration, but her body had been pushed to such extremes that she couldn’t even attempt it.

In truth, letting them move her as they pleased was the best course of action.

Sure, she had wanted them to fill her completely. But… the problem was that these m*n didn’t know the meaning of “moderation.”

Ria, who was quite weak to pleasure, sometimes initiated things herself when she couldn’t hold back.

Earlier, when the four m*n had tormented her with endless f*replay without any penetration, Ria had finally snapped and climbed on top of them.

She rubbed her hips back and forth, trying to soothe her aching insides. Unable to resist her tightness, Cherta thrust upward, and she moved her hips in response. While sucking Kahin’s sh*ft, she used her hand to stroke Eden’s, realizing how accustomed she had become to their shared intimacy.

When Rune’s sh*ft slipped into her rear, she simply cried from the overwhelming pleasure and surrendered her whole body to them. Though they always pushed her to her limits, she knew no hands could be as tender as theirs.

Once, twice, three times…

Warmth filled her belly again and again…

s*men overflowed from her entrance, foaming white at the point of contact before being pushed deeper by rough thrusts. Still, it never seemed to end!

“Hah, hah… It’s… too much…”

As Eden pulled back from her lips, Ria, her breaths still ragged, leaned her tear-streaked face against his shoulder, her forehead pressing weakly against him.

At that moment, the two shafts swelled further inside her, and her walls clenched tightly. After a few more thrusts, both m*n buried themselves deep within her.

Their tips pressed against her womb, competing for space, before releasing thick spurts of s*men.

Her insides were so full that the excess s*men spilled out, forcing its way through the tight space and dripping down.

The sticky liquid pooled on the floor.

Ria, trembling as she reached another peak and spilling her own fluids, collapsed against Eden.

The two m*n, reluctant to withdraw, finally pulled out, savoring the occasional contractions of her insides. As their shafts left her, the s*men that had filled her spilled out in thick clumps, dripping onto the floor. Her still-gaping entrance continued to release sticky, milky fluid.

Seeing the sticky threads connecting their tips to her entrance, their darkened eyes flared with renewed desire.

It was an indecently obscene sight.

But Eden ignored his sh*ft, still hard and pressed against his abdomen, and carried Ria to the bed, laying her down.

The apron and garter belt had been torn at some point, leaving her bare body covered in red marks from their passion.

Eden, feeling a pang of guilt, brushed her hair back and carefully covered her with a blanket.

Normally, they would clean her up and lay her on fresh sheets after she passed out. But today, it seemed better to let her rest before cleaning her.

Just then, Ria’s eyes, which they thought were closed in unconsciousness, fluttered open. Though barely half-open and blinking slowly, she was unmistakably looking at them.

“…What.”

The corners of her lips moved slowly, mumbling something. Her voice was so faint that the m*n had to lean in to hear her. Then, Ria blinked once more and spoke.

“…I hate you.”

B*asts…

Her words, filled solely with reproach for them, left the four m*n momentarily stunned before they turned their heads to hide their laughter.

However, Ria, already noticing their slightly trembling shoulders, glared at them with a pout before struggling to turn her body to the other side.

‘Truly perverts…’

With that last thought, she turned her back to them and fell asleep.

The next day, still unable to lift a finger, their planned outing was postponed again. Ria glared at them with a sullen expression. Then, as if in revenge, she ordered them around, making them do all sorts of chores.

Dressed only in an apron.

***

Their time at the villa was set to end a few weeks before the close of winter.

The decision was prompted by a strong warning from Knox, who seemed ready to storm in with his Wolves, and a letter from the Emperor commanding their return.

In the final weeks at the villa, Ria had a strange dream.

It was a hill where green grass sprouted vibrantly.

At first, she felt serene under the sunny sky and pleasant temperature, breathing in the fresh air. Only later did she realize this place was unfamiliar.

Her eyelashes fluttered briefly before she recognized she was asleep and that this was a dream. With that realization, the place seemed even more beautiful.

As she looked around, she noticed a large tree not far away. Its leaves swayed in the gentle breeze, making a tickling sound.

No one told her to go there, yet her feet moved on their own.

Walking at a steady pace—not too fast nor too slow—she soon reached the tree.

There, she found a very small wolf.

At first, she wasn’t sure if it was a wolf. Sometimes, wolf pups could be mistaken for dogs. But upon closer inspection, she became more certain it was a wolf.

The wolf pup had golden fur, just like Rune’s hair.

Intrigued, she took a step closer, and the wolf’s ears perked up as it raised its head. Its blue eyes were identical to Rune’s.

While Ria paused, the wolf stood up and ran straight toward her.

The resemblance to Rune left her momentarily dazed. When the wolf reached her and nuzzled its face against her leg, as if seeking affection, she was slightly flustered.

But then she remembered it was just a dream and knelt to stroke the wolf’s head.

The wolf closed its eyes, letting out a pleased whine and pressing its head further into her hand. After a moment, it darted off somewhere and quickly returned. This time, it carried a fruit in its mouth.

The wolf placed the fruit before Ria and sat down. She hesitantly picked it up, alternating her gaze between the fruit and the wolf, before asking, 

“Is this for me?”

The wolf wagged its tail as if to say yes, its sparkling eyes seemingly urging her to eat it.

“Hmm… You want me to eat it now?”

As she murmured to herself, tilting her head, the wolf’s tail wagged faster.

Taking it as a sign of affirmation, Ria chuckled softly and bit into the fruit. It wasn’t very large, so she finished it in about three bites.

“Thank you.”

Showing the wolf the stem she was left with and patting its head, she thanked it. The wolf let out a pleased growl, then suddenly leapt at her.

At that moment, a bright light enveloped her, and she woke up.

Opening her eyes wide, she stared at the familiar ceiling. Before she could process what was happening, Rune, who had been sleeping beside her, instinctively pulled her into his arms and gently stroked her back.

“Go back to sleep.”

His low, tender voice made Ria’s blinking eyes slowly close again.

Just before falling into a deep sleep, she thought to herself:

It was a bit strange, but somehow, it felt warm and comforting.

Unconsciously, her hand moved to cradle her stomach—a gesture she wouldn’t remember upon waking.