Exile

EPILOGUE

DARWYNN

four months later

The set was small—almost too small for a production, but that’s how Caspian wanted it.

No big studios.

No overwhelming crowds.

Just a handful of crew members, a few passionate actors, and an indie film that felt as raw and real as the story he was telling.

Exile, his script, had transformed into a humble production, far from the gloss of Hollywood.

But it was his, completely and utterly his, without anyone breathing down his neck.

The set was small—far from the polished, glamorous worlds I had imagined when I first thought about what it might be like to be involved in filmmaking.

I knew it wouldn’t be too fancy, but this was different from what I imagined.

Better.

Much better.

There were no extravagant lights or sets, no high-budget crew.

Just a handful of people scattered around a quiet rural town in Canada, each of them with multiple tasks.

The sound engineer also did the lighting.

The makeup artist doubled as the costume designer.

And Caspian? He was doing it all.

Acting, directing, producing. He even had his hands on the camera sometimes. It was chaotic and stripped down, but it felt real. More real than anything I had ever experienced.

And I was here, by his side, watching him in his element.

Caspian had created this film.

A story based on his life, his heartache, his loss.

And somehow, watching it unfold around me, I felt like I was watching him reclaim something he had thought he had lost forever.

I sat off to the side, notebook in hand, occasionally writing down observations or ideas for him.

I wasn’t exactly “on the team,”

but Caspian made me feel like I was.

He was always glancing my way, seeking my approval, offering me quick smiles between scenes.

And those smiles—God, they did something to me every time.

They were full of warmth and quiet confidence I’d never seen in him before.

The crew worked tirelessly, moving quickly between takes and adjusting lights and cameras.

It was all happening so fast, but it was so full of life.

There was an energy here that I could feel in my bones, and it wasn’t just from the cast and crew—it was mostly from Caspian.

I’d never seen him like this, so fully present, so full of purpose.

His movements were deliberate, his voice steady and authoritative as he gave direction.

And I knew, deep down, that he was finally doing something that mattered.

Something he had longed to do again, even if he hadn’t realized it until recently.

The scene they were filming was intense, full of raw emotion.

I felt my chest tighten as I watched Caspian coach the actor, pulling something out of him that wasn’t scripted.

It was as if the actor had become a vessel for Caspian’s own pain.

It wasn’t just a performance, it was real.

The break between scenes came, and I sighed in relief as I got up from the chair, setting my notebook on it.

I stretched, glancing out at the sun setting in the distance.

The light was beginning to face the golden hour spilling over the hills.

It was one of those rare moments when everything seemed to slow down—even on a busy set like this.

I smiled at him as he approached me, and he nodded to the notebook on the chair.

“Got some new observations?”

I nodded, pursing my lips.

I couldn’t touch him out here.

Not with everybody watching.

To all of them, I was Caspian’s granddaughter.

Which…I was. But they didn’t know about our relationship. Even if we trusted these people enough, we couldn’t risk letting our secret come to light.

“I got a few things. You’re great out there. As always,”

I told him. “I’m so proud of you.”

He smiled, pushing his hands into his pockets. I knew he wanted to touch me. To kiss me. But he couldn’t. It was hard for both of us.

“Thank you, Darwynn. You know that means a lot to me. And you know how glad I am to have you here with me.”

I nodded, assuring him that I knew what my presence meant to him.

He took me in carefully, and an emotion—no, a need—I knew all too well flashed in his eyes.

“Fuck,”

he murmured.”

“What is it?”

“We have one more scene before we’re done for the day, but I can’t stop thinking about burying my face between your thighs and tasting your sweet pussy.”

My eyes widened, and I looked around to make sure nobody could hear us. Luckily, nobody was close enough to hear him say those naughty words.

“I, uh…”

I laughed nervously.

It was incredible how exciting our relationship was, even after so many months.

“Do me a favor?”

he asked, taking a step closer and leaning in. “Go back to our hotel room. Undress and get on the bed. Wait for me there. Legs wide open.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, my pussy reacting instantly. “Okay,”

I breathed.

“Yeah?”

He smiled and moved away again. “I won’t be long.”

It was a promise he would keep, and so I rushed back to the nearby hotel we all stayed in for the weeks of filming.

CASPIAN

She was there on the bed, naked and with her legs spread wide open.

Her pussy was glistening, and I could smell her arousal from here.

Her tits rose and fell with each breath, nipples already hardened to rosy peaks. She was a damn dream. So fucking perfect.

“God, you’re beautiful,”

I murmured, quickly shedding my clothes.

I took her in for another while before crawling onto the bed, running my hands down the insides of her thighs. She took a deep breath, keeping her eyes on me at all times. I trailed kisses up her thighs, getting closer to her center.

I inhaled deeply, savoring her intoxicating scent before running my tongue along her slit. She gasped, arching into me as I explored her folds.

I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, teasing her before sucking the sensitive bud between my lips. Darwynn moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. I caressed her thighs with my hands, then ran two fingers between them, sliding them through her folds. She moaned when I slid two fingers inside her, circling them as I pumped in and out.

“Caspian,”

she panted. “Oh god, don’t stop.”

I would stay right here, with my mouth on her pussy, if I could.

I increased my pace, my tongue flicking rapidly over her clit as my fingers stroked the right spot. Darwynn’s thighs began to tremble. I could feel her walls clenching around my fingers as her climax built.

With a cry of ecstasy, she came undone. I drank up her release, drawing out every tremor of pleasure. She tasted like heaven.

When her shudders lessened, I kissed my way up her body, lingering at her breasts. “I love these tits,”

I murmured, squeezing them both hard as I sucked the other nipple into my mouth.

She bit her lower lip as she watched me, enjoying every moment of me pleasing her.

“You like when I do this, don’t you? Suck on these pretty nipples. Makes you wet all over again, hm?”

“Yes,”

she breathed, arching her back to press her tit more against my mouth.

I pulled it in again, sucking hard enough to make her cry out in pain, then I moved further up to take her mouth. She kissed me passionately, tasting herself on my lips.

“I need you inside me,”

she breathed.

I had my tip already at her entrance, and with one swift move, I thrust into her. We both groaned at the sensation of her wrapped around me, and I began to move immediately, setting a steady rhythm. Darwynn wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.

Our bodies moved as one, the room filled with the sounds of our lovemaking. I could feel my own release approaching as Darwynn tightened around me.

I had been thinking about this the whole damn day, and while I loved filming, I loved fucking her more.

With a few final thrusts, we tumbled over the edge together, crying out in shared bliss.

“Sorry,”

I said, burying my face in the crook of her neck and kissing her warm skin. “I promise we’ll do it all over again, but I needed to get that out of me. Fuck, I’ve been wanting to fuck that tight pussy all damn day.”

She laughed softly, running her hands through my hair. “It’s okay. We can do it again. And again. All night long.”

Yeah, that sounded amazing.

I lifted my head to look at her, watching her intently and admiring her beauty. Her gaze was soft, and she caressed the side of my face, her touch gentle.

“I really meant it earlier, you know?”

she said quietly, brushing my hair away from my sweaty forehead. “About being proud of you.”

I smiled at her, enjoying her touch. “You know I’d never have gotten here without you.”

She smiled back, a soft, knowing expression on her face. “But you did,”

she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You got here because you had the strength to push through, to try again. To find your way back to what you loved. I just helped you see it.”

I leaned into her touch, the sensation of her fingers brushing against my skin, grounding me in this moment.

“I don’t know if I believe that,”

I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Darwynn. You were the one who made me see that the world didn’t end when I walked away from my career. You reminded me that there’s more to life than what I left behind.”

She pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my lips.

“You make it sound like I saved you,”

she said softly, her voice a mixture of amusement and affection. “But I don’t think you needed saving. You just needed someone who believed in you when you couldn’t see it yourself.”

I chuckled. “I don’t know Darwynn. I think I needed more than belief. I needed you.”

She let out a quiet laugh, her fingers tracing my beard. “Well, I’m glad you had me then.”

I kissed her again, the taste of her lips as familiar as my own breath. There was something in that kiss. A promise. A reassurance. That we were in this together, no matter where the story went.

I started to move again, pulling out of her slowly before thrusting back into her.

She didn’t stop me. Instead, she met every single one of my thrusts.

Her moans got louder, and her nails dug into my back as I thrust harder. I savored every sensation, every little sound coming out of her.

“God, you feel amazing. I could stay like this with you forever,”

I groaned, burying my face in her neck.

“Caz, harder. Please…I need more.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. The bed creaked beneath us as our bodies moved together. Darwynn’s breasts bounced with each thrust, hypnotizing me. I cupped one in my hand, rolling the nipple between my fingers.

Her walls clenched around me as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. I angled my hips to hit it again and again, drinking in her cries of pleasure.

“You’re so fucking tight,”

I growled. “So wet for me.”

“Only for you,”

she moaned. “Always for you.”

I captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, our tongues tangling as the air around us heated. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

“I’m close,”

Darwynn whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

“Not until you’ve come all over my cock, baby,”

I promised, fucking her harder.

I slipped a hand between us to rub her clit. Her back arched off the bed as she came undone, crying out my name. The pulsing of her walls around me pushed me over the edge unexpectedly. I buried myself deep inside her as I came, groaning loudly.

“I love you,”

I told her, my lips closer to hers.

She was breathing heavily, her eyes looking into mine. “I love you too, Caspian. More than anything.”

I had once been exiled, cast out from everything I thought defined me. But now, I realized, I had found something far more valuable than fame.

Home. And it was with her.

She had healed the parts of me I thought were broken forever. With this new script I wrote, I wasn’t just making a film; I was building a life—our life.

I kissed her lips before pulling out of her and wrapping my arms around her body tightly. She cuddled up to me, both ignoring the stickiness of my cum all over our skin.

I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of my exile finally lift. I wasn’t lost anymore. Hadn’t been since she came into my life.

With Darwynn by my side, everything was better.

We had rewritten my story together, and it was only the beginning.