Side Story 7

A flash of light flickered in Dion’s eyes. He smiled—though Lisbeth somehow thought that smile was a bit fierce—as he stroked Lisbeth’s cheek and asked,

“Where did you learn to beg like that?”

“Learn? What do you mean, learn… Ah, Dion!”

“Do you know what I think every time you act so wantonly in front of me, Miss?”

“Hng, ah, it hurts…!”

Because Dion was squeezing her chest so hard, Lisbeth wanted to pull back, but sitting on his lap, she had nowhere to run. Dion circled her er*ect n*pple with his thumb and said,

“Sometimes, I want to lock you away somewhere, Beth, somewhere no one else knows.”

“Haa, ah, Dion… hng….”

“In a place where only I can see you, I want to keep desiring you endlessly.”

“Still, it’s fine, ah….”

Even as she trembled, she said that if it was Dion, she was fine with anything, and he found her so lovable that he bit his lip. What should he call this surging, overwhelming feeling rising in his chest?

An uncontrollable smile spread across his face. Dion let out a sigh, haa, and kissed Lisbeth’s cheek.

“Really? Hm?”

“Ah, ah! Ah!”

“Even if I lock you up, even if I do anything to you, you’ll still like me?”

“I like you, Di, I like you, ah, ugh, it’s so deep…!”

“I like you too, Beth. If it’s you, I like everything.”

With Dion’s member piercing her deep inside, Lisbeth began to move frantically on top of him. She tried to brace herself by gripping his shoulders, but it wasn’t enough, so she ended up clinging tightly around Dion’s neck. He, too, hugged Lisbeth’s body tightly and thrust his hips upward.

Now, nothing but moans and cries of pleasure came from either of them.

How could she feel so full? Lisbeth trembled as she felt the dizzying waves of climax surging through her whole body. The insides of her thighs quivered. Even if she collapsed right then, it would not have been strange; clinging desperately to Dion was all she could do.

“Hng, hoo….”

“Ah, ah…!”

Tracing each other’s scent, the two of them rushed together toward climax. Lisbeth stiffened, feeling as if a towering stack she had built up had come crashing down. Her toes and fingers curled tight. A tingling, overwhelming, almost unbearable sensation covered her whole body. She saw her vision turn pure white. At the same time, all the sounds of the world faded away, and only her own breathing sounded loud in her ears.

Just as Lisbeth was about to completely collapse, Dion also reached his climax. His lower abdomen and thighs tensed with strength. He poured his seed deep inside Lisbeth, as if pressing it in. He felt a dull ache in his perineum and sac. Inside Lisbeth, now filled with his essence, her walls trembled, gripping and releasing him, heightening his pleasure even more.

Finally, the ecstasy that had wrapped around the two of them peaked and slowly subsided. The first to lose strength was Lisbeth. As she slumped, Dion held her tightly and didn’t let go. He slowly lay down on the sofa. Still holding Dion’s member inside her, Lisbeth lay with her cheek pressed to his chest.

All that came from their lips was the sound of their ragged breathing. Dion slowly stroked Lisbeth’s long hair. Under his touch, Lisbeth faintly smiled. She listened to Dion’s heart, which was still pounding rapidly. Knowing that this intense heartbeat was all because of her, she felt she could not be more satisfied.

“We probably can’t go back to bed like this, can we?”

At Dion’s question, Lisbeth slowly nodded. Dion gently lifted his head and kissed the crown of her head, then said,

“Do you think you can get up?”

“Mm… no, I can’t get up right now.”

“Then I’ll wash you.”

Lisbeth nodded slowly again. At the same time, Dion’s member, which was still filling her belly, slowly slipped out. Even with her body still flushed with heat, she shivered lightly at the sensation. Soon, his seed began to trickle out from her slightly parted entrance. Feeling it flow from her body, Lisbeth’s cheeks flushed faintly.

Unlike Lisbeth, who had no strength left, Dion was still energetic. He supported Lisbeth’s back and legs and lifted her up in his arms, heading to the bathroom attached to their room.

Will we really just wash up quietly in the bathroom? 

Lisbeth wondered as she was carried into the bathroom.

And, just as Lisbeth expected, the two of them grew heated once again in the bathroom. Only after the sound of water splashing onto the floor and their moans echoed out once more did their midnight tryst finally come to an end.

Lisbeth lost consciousness at the height of climax and was carried back to the bedroom in Dion’s arms.

* * *

“…M, Mom! It’s morning! The sun is up!”

Someone’s small hand poked at her barely-opening eyelids. Lisbeth, startled by the sudden flood of light, waved her hand and shielded her eyes. The culprit who forced her eyes open, Diana, jumped onto Lisbeth’s body and raised her voice again.

“You have to get up! The sun is up too!”

“Mm, Mom is still sleepy….”

Lisbeth rolled to the side, hugging Diana tightly in her arms. Diana wriggled in her embrace and giggled.

“Mom, I can’t breathe—!”

“Let’s sleep just a little more, our Diana… Even though the sun is up, for Mom it’s still night….”

“No, I don’t want to! I want to play with Mom and Dad together!”

Hearing Diana’s whining voice, Lisbeth smiled, but still couldn’t open her eyes. The feeling of the silk slip tangling around her legs, the sensation of the blanket wrapping her body, all felt good. She thought she could sleep just a bit longer. Last night had been so intense, and she’d used up all her energy. Returning to bed, all cozy like this, was all thanks to Dion. But that was that, and she was still sleepy….

It was Dion who stopped Diana from continuing to wake her mother.

“Mom, wake up. Uh, Mom? But here….”

“Diana, Mom seems really tired. How about we go down to the first floor by ourselves?”

“Dad! Okay!”

As Diana wriggled and tried to slip out of her arms, Lisbeth let her go. She could clearly feel, from the movement of the bed, Diana giggling and moving to Dion, who was lying on the other side. Lisbeth smiled without opening her eyes. She was glad Dion was there.

Then, someone’s lips touched Lisbeth’s cheek. The gentle touch was not that of her small, cute daughter. Dion’s voice came from above her head.

“You must be really tired.”

“…Mm, thanks to you….”

“Get all the sleep you need. I’ll feed Diana breakfast and play with her.”