Extended Epilogue
TWO YEARS LATER
TRACY
Finally, Steve was asleep. He’d struggled since we moved him out of the crib in our room and into his bedroom. Every night, one of us read to him until he passed out. I hoped he would go to bed independently as he got older.
Although he was only two, Steve was a handful—enough for me to say one and done. After a year of no sleep, I was greeted with a year of Steve running at every opportunity. It didn’t matter where we were, he was off, and I had to chase him and ensure he didn’t end up in the lake or eaten by one of the many predators that lurked outside the village. I watched Steve breathe softly for several moments before I could leave him. I admired at his chubby light green cheeks and the shock of black hair covering his forehead. Steve might be a lot, but he was absolutely perfect. I silently rose, leaving his room, hoping he wouldn’t wake. I snuck out of his room quietly to find Fenrik waiting for me on the couch in front of the fire.
“That seemed quick,” he said softly as I joined him on the couch.
“Let’s just hope it sticks.” I sat, resting my head on his shoulder.
We sat together, watching the fire for a few moments before Fenrik nuzzled his lips into my neck.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t want Fenrik. On the nights that Steve struggled to fall asleep, we were usually too tired for each other. Since bedtime had gone quickly, we had the time—and the energy. I arched, exposing my neck to him further, letting him know I was up for whatever he had in mind. Fenrik kissed down my neck and across my collarbone.
“Should we take this upstairs?” I whispered.
“How about to the bath?” he breathed, still kissing across my neck.
“That sounds heavenly.”
Fenrik immediately looped his arms around me, lifting me with ease, and I let out a squeak. Even after all this time, his ability to make me feel dainty and weightless never got old. He carried me to our full washroom with a sunken tub. Fenrik stripped me of my clothes methodically, waving me off as I tried to help. Without warning, he snaked his fingers through my pussy to find my lips already damp and needy. He growled under his breath.
“In the tub,” he commanded.
I didn’t hesitate, almost giddy at the idea of a bath with Fenrik. I climbed into the steaming tub and relaxed in the water. My muscles were tense and tired from caring for Steve all day. He was a wild orkling, always running from one activity to the next. As I let myself float in the overly large tub, Fenrik stripped down. He pulled off his tunic and boots, then slowly unlaced his pants.
His cock was rock hard and leaking, making me want him all the more. He joined me in the sunken tub, pulling me onto his lap.
“Steve is it for us, isn’t he?” he asked as he started to press kisses down my neck.
“Is that okay?” I hesitated. “Are you okay with one?”
“More than okay.” He didn’t stop kissing my neck, pulling me closer to him. “I told you before we even started trying for Steve.”
I was so relieved that I felt my eyes welling up with tears. I knew Fenrik would be okay with only Steve, but having him say it out loud took a weight off my shoulders.
“I love him. I love him so damn much, but I don’t think I could do another,” I cried softly.
“We have Steve. He is more than I could have possibly imagined—I want for nothing. I would have been happy with just you,” Fenrik reassured me, rubbing my shoulders with his calloused thumbs, releasing the tension of the day as he gently massaged my muscles. I settled into Fenrik’s lap, allowing him to continue the massage while feeling his erection grow and prod into my butt. He rubbed the tension out of my neck and shoulders and moved onto my back, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him. No matter how sexy sex in the bath sounded, it ended up a mess with one of us freezing. I stepped out of the tub and wrapped a large fluffy towel around myself.
“Would you like to continue this in the bedroom?” I made my meaning clear by immediately rushing from the bathroom.
I was pulling back the covers, still wrapped in a towel, when Fenrik arrived and pulled me to him. I let my towel drop to the floor as Fenrik sampled my breasts and nipples with his hands, pinching each one lightly. I groaned in satisfaction, and he lifted me weightlessly, tumbling into our shared bed. He settled me atop him, because after all these years he knew my favorite was ontop. I was happy to run the show until my thighs gave out. He slid into me effortlessly, our years together making him feel like home. We met each other, thrust for thrust, as I bent to kiss along his jaw and devour his lips. Fenrik stretched me to my limit deliciously. My lower lips were spread wide around his cock, not quite ready to take his knot. I watched as Fenrik thrust in and out of me, practically drooling at our connection. I never thought sex could be this. Fenrik always made sure I came twice before reaching his peak.
Fenrik slid his hand in between us, gently circling my clit until I was gasping for air. It was enough and too much all at once.
“Fenrik,” I cried, “make me come.”
As if it was all the permission he needed, he snapped his hips up to mine until we were simultaneously groaning at the pleasure. I steadied myself, meeting each thrust of his hips but getting lost in the feeling of his cock seeking out my most sensitive parts. Fenrik was more than I’d ever imagined, and it was easy to lose myself in his cock. But I knew he had other skills I could make use of.
“Fenrik,” I mewled, “nipples!”
Fenrik didn’t stop his steady thrusting but brought his mouth down to my chest. He licked and suckled each of my oversensitive nipples until I felt as if I would come on the spot. I was shaking and overwhelmed when he flipped me. I was on my hands and knees, Fenrik behind me. From this new angle, Fenrik pressed his knot into my loosened body, then sped up his urgent thrusting. He pistoned in and out of me mercilessly, our skin slapping against each other and Fenrik’s knot popping in and out of me with wet, obscene noises. I moaned and cried his name, trying to keep myself quiet but knowing it was impossible. Fenrik taking me doggie style was another one of favorite positions and usually finished with me screaming his name. Now, with Steve, it was a scream stifled by a pillow.
Fenrik slowed his pace, allowing me to gather myself.
“You are absolute perfection,” he breathed, wrapped around me. He pinched my nipples, earning another gasp from me.
“Please.” I didn’t even know what I was asking for.
Fenrik upped his pace again, massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples as my channel began to tighten. Fenrik dug into my hip with one hand while slipping the other around to find my swollen clit. He’d barely applied any pressure and I was done for. My body locked up, and my vision swam before me. I slammed face first into the pillows as I came. One, two thrusts later, I felt Fenrik expand and then jettison inside me, filling me with his warm cum.
Fenrik pulled me to him and rolled us to our sides so we could stay connected without him smothering me.
“I know we have Steve, but we’ve got to do that more often,” I panted.
“You know my mom would love to have him overnight,” Fenrik whispered, stroking my hair.
“I know. I am just not used to a mother-in-law who isn’t passing judgment on my every move. My mom would have berated me for wanting time with only my husband.” I curled my frame into his much larger one.
I felt his laugh more than I heard it.
“Orkin revere sex. You could tell Mom you needed three days just to fuck me, and she wouldn’t blink.”
“Well, now that Steve is weaned…”
“Wanna go on a little trip together, just me and you?” Fenrik asked.
“Yes,” I responded without hesitation. “Tomorrow?”
Fenrik barked out a laugh. “Mom might need more notice than that, but I promise within the next few weeks. I know you loved living by the ocean, but it’s too far to visit the actual ocean with Steve this little. I could take you to the ice lake. It’s beautiful, but not for swimming.”
“Okay, then, it’s a deal.” I snuggled into his chest.
It was only a week later that I stood on the edge of a clear blue lake that seemed to stretch on for miles, its waves gently lapping at the rocky shore. Fenrik was right, it wasn’t for swimming, but it was gorgeous. The trees around it and the mountains it backed up to still had snow from the end of winter. I tried not to let my eyes well up, for fear they’d freeze, but it was exactly what I needed. A moment of peace with Fenrik in the presence of a never-ending lake.
I had Fenrik, I had Steve, and I had the freedom I had always longed for. Nothing could be more perfect.