Side Story 4 – The Farther the Beast, the Less You Should Feel Safe (Part 3)

He knew how disgusting and petty it was, but the feeling persisted, making him want to ask her: ‘Is it better than when I do it?’

In the end, Eden bit down hard on the inside of his cheek. As much as he wanted to hear her answer, he couldn’t bring himself to voice such a ridiculous question. Instead, he clenched his teeth and muttered through them, determined to drown out these thoughts with the sound of her sweet cries.

—Push your underwear aside and touch yourself.

At his command, Ria hesitated for a moment before moving her hand. Pushing her underwear to the side, she felt the warmth of the greenhouse clinging to her damp intimate area. Shivering slightly, she rubbed her plump folds, and her fingers were quickly coated with her slick fluids.

Eden, listening intently to the increasingly expl*cit sounds and her soft, breathy moans, gave his next instruction.

—Rub that little spot in circles.

“Ahh…”

—Just like I do when I touch you.

You’ve always liked it, haven’t you? 

His words, now bolder and more direct, made Ria glance at the communication stone as if it were actually him. But her hand, as if under a spell, moved exactly as he directed. Spreading her legs wider, she circled her sensitive nub with her fingers.

“Ah! Haa…”

Though she couldn’t replicate his touch perfectly, her already aroused body responded eagerly, releasing more of her slick fluids. Feeling the heat pooling in her belly, Ria lowered her hand from her cl*t to her entrance.

Her opening twitched, as if anticipating and yearning for something to fill it.

Ria knew why. Whenever he teased her down there, he would bury his face between her legs and thoroughly lap at her insides. Her body, now accustomed to his tongue, seemed to be waiting for the thick, warm muscle to delve inside and taste her.

“Haa, Eden…”

Moaning softly, Ria shifted onto her stomach. Bending her knees and raising her hips, she called out to him, her voice thick with need. Her heated mind sought only one thing: relief.

—I miss it too. I wish I could bury my face in your p*ssy right now and drink up all your juices.

His voice, hoarse with longing, cracked slightly as he murmured, “I’m so thirsty.” The raw desire in his tone made Ria’s body flush even hotter.

She wanted him inside her.

“Haa… Mm… Inside… It’s itchy…”

Hearing her desperate plea, Eden soothed her in a gentle, coaxing voice, as if calming a child.

—Shh, don’t rush. Slowly, slide two fingers in. You can take two easily, can’t you?

“Yes… Ahh…”

Following his instructions, Ria boldly inserted two fingers at once. Compared to his much larger hands, her fingers were slender, but they still stretched her slightly as they slid inside.

—Remember how I do it. What do I do to you?

“Y-You spread me… Ahh… And fill me…”

—What else?

Eden, somehow understanding her muffled words despite her face being buried in the sofa, encouraged her to continue. Ria, more sensitive to pleasure than most, easily gave in to his coaxing and spoke openly about what she wanted.

But even for her, it was rare to be this expl*cit.

Eden’s hand moved roughly along his length, the veins on the back of his hand bulging as he tightened his grip.

“More… Curl them… Ahh…”

—D*mn it.

The wet sounds grew louder. Eden could vividly picture her slender fingers plunging into her dripping core, and the image made him squeeze his eyes shut. His throat felt parched, as if it were burning.

—Add two more fingers.

Opening his fiery red eyes, Eden’s gaze darkened with unfulfilled desire.

“Ahh! Eden… Eden…”

Obediently following his words, Ria added two more fingers, feeling her walls stretch to accommodate them. As her fingers thrust in and out, she called his name again and again, her mind consumed by thoughts of him.

—More. Keep calling my name. Ria.

“Haa… Ahh… Eden… Eden… Haa…”

The sound of their breathing, the murmurs of their names, and the noise of skin pressing against skin filled the greenhouse. Then suddenly, the voice that had been lost in pleasure began to tremble with a sob.

“Ahh… It’s not enough… Haa… Inside, like yours do… Deep inside, it doesn’t reach…”

—…

“Ah… Eden… Please, put it in, okay? Ahh… I want to see you…

Instincts always laid bare even the deepest parts of one’s heart. Not having seen him for weeks, and unable to reach the peak of her pleasure, Ria felt frustrated and upset.

She said things she wouldn’t have if she had been thinking rationally, and she acted spoiled in ways she normally wouldn’t. Ever since their marriage, during moments like these, Ria had taken to calling him by a sweet nickname instead of his usual name.

“Fill me up… Hngh… Hold me tight… Please, my love…”

It was the nickname he loved most—and the one that always drove him wild.

Snap. Eden heard something break in his mind.

Thud!

“Eden… Eden…?”

Ria, her tear-streaked face buried in the sofa, flinched at the loud noise and turned toward the communication stone. She called his name again, but no sound came back.

She blinked several times, letting the tears clinging to her lashes fall. The sudden silence that replaced his voice reminded her that she was alone. A wave of loneliness washed over her.

Pulling her fingers out, she sat up from her prone position and called for him again and again, but still, no sound or response came.

With a trembling lip, Ria bit down on it. All she had left was her hand, wet with her own fluids, and a body that twitched with unresolved heat.

At that moment, she heard the distant sound of the greenhouse door being roughly thrown open. The noise was so loud that it carried all the way to the innermost part of the greenhouse. Heavy, hurried footsteps followed, unimpeded in their approach.

No one in the estate would dare to barge into the greenhouse so recklessly, knowing she was inside.

Eyes wide with fear and surprise, Ria hastily adjusted her disheveled clothes. And then, the intruder appeared before her eyes.

“Ria.”

A familiar voice called her name, and a familiar figure came into view. Ria froze.

How? How could he be here? Was I really seeing him? 

Blinking rapidly, Ria’s gaze swept over him from head to toe.

He looked as if he had rushed here in a frenzy. His hair was a mess, his clothes were still unkempt, and his breathing was ragged.

While Ria stared at him in disbelief, Eden strode forward without hesitation and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Ah… I can finally breathe.”

No, that wasn’t it. His labored breathing wasn’t just from rushing here. His voice, resonating near her ear, was thick with heat. The lazy exhale of his breath sent a shiver through her entire body.

“I couldn’t take it anymore. How could I hold back when you were calling me like that?”

Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he inhaled deeply. The sweet, fragrant scent of her skin, which he hadn’t been able to enjoy for weeks, filled his lungs and finally allowed him to breathe.

Rubbing his nose against her neck to take in more of her scent, he eventually lifted his head. His crimson eyes, filled with nothing but Ria, were heavy with overwhelming desire.

Gently stroking her still-flushed cheek, he leaned in closer. As he tilted his head, their noses brushed together.

The familiar scent of him, which Ria hadn’t smelled in so long, seeped deeply into her lungs. Only then did she realize he wasn’t an illusion or a figment of her imagination. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she held him tightly.

The remnants of heat that had burned through her body still lingered, pooling in her abdomen. She wanted to ask how he had come here, or whether this was okay, but her rational mind was drowned out by the overwhelming desire to hold him close.

“Eden…”

It was Ria who pressed her lips to his first. Nibbling on his lower lip, she wordlessly begged him to open up. Eden responded by devouring her lips in return. The upward curve of his lips revealed just how satisfied he was.

Their tongues intertwined deeply, and their saliva mingled. Her lips were sweet—not just naturally sweet, but also from the dessert she had eaten earlier.

Drunk on the melting sweetness of her mouth, the beast within him pushed her back relentlessly until her body was pressed against the sofa.

Naturally, her body sank into the sofa, and Eden knelt on one knee beside her. Leaning down, he braced one hand against the backrest of the sofa and wrapped his other arm around her waist.

“Haa…”

Their lips parted briefly. Their eyes, meeting from such a close distance, were filled with feverish heat and an intense love for each other.

“I missed you, Ria.”

His deep, hoarse voice echoed. But before she could even open her mouth to return the sentiment, he silenced her by diving in again. His lips, still burning with heat, swallowed her voice completely.

And so, within the stiflingly warm greenhouse, the sounds of a beast gorging itself to satisfaction echoed throughout the night.