Epilogue
Avros
Six months changes the shape of everything.
The estate feels lived in now, not just occupied. Emma’s presence has softened the edges without dulling them, the way water reshapes stone persistently over time. The converted barn, Ozero, as we named it feels different, somehow. Realer.
I sit where I always do when she dances for me, in the chair pulled back far enough to give her the space she needs, close enough that she can feel my attention on her skin. She likes knowing exactly where my eyes are. Enjoys the certainty of it.
She moves carefully at first, easing into the floor, testing her ankle the way she was taught to do here, not the way the company demanded. Just control, patience and unwavering trust in her own abilities.
Her body has changed. Not much but enough to be noticeable in the best way. A softness at her hips. A fullness in her thighs that makes my hands itch when I look at her too long. She’s fuller now. Healthier in a way she never was when she lived on discipline alone.
She catches me watching and smiles, slow and knowing.
That smile belongs to me.
She finishes the sequence without strain, holding the final position a little longer than needed because she wants to. Because she likes the way it feels to end where she chooses. When she straightens, breath warm, skin flushed, the room feels suddenly smaller.
She doesn’t wait for me to speak.
She never does anymore.
Emma crosses the studio with deliberate confidence and comes to stand in front of my knees.
Then she straddles me, settling into my lap like this is exactly where she belongs, which it is.
Her hands slide into my hair, her forehead resting briefly against mine, and the need in her body is unmistakable.
She dances for me, and then she comes to be claimed by me, again and again, because that is the rhythm we’ve built together.
My hands rest on her hips, feeling the strength there, the warmth, the life she’s no longer grinding out of herself. My mouth brushes her temple, her jaw, her neck. She shivers, already responsive, already undone in the way only familiarity allows.
“You look at peace,” she murmurs.
“I am,” I answer truthfully.
Yury knows I won’t meet the deadline he originally set. He also knows why. He’s seen Emma in this space, seen the way she fits beside me without shrinking or posturing. Some matches don’t need justification beyond longevity.
They’ll wait for the heir we will produce in time.
I tighten my hold on her, grounding her as her breath turns uneven, as her body seeks mine without hesitation. Marriage to me didn’t cage her. It didn’t diminish her. It gave her something ballet never did.
Purpose without pain.
She presses a kiss to my mouth, greedy and unashamed, and I meet it gladly, letting the rest of the world fall away. Whatever comes next, I’ll meet it the same way I always have.
With intention and devotion and my perfect wife by my side.
She pulls the straps of her leotard down over her shoulders, her breasts, a little larger than before, swell before me. Her nipples stiffen beneath my touch. She wriggles it down, lifting herself only briefly to slide it and her tights down over her hips.
Within seconds, she is naked on my lap, dragging my hand to her smooth mound. As soon as I part her lips with my fingers, her pupils blow and she reaches for my belt, opening my trousers and freeing my cock with quick precision.
She drags her fist over it in slow, tight strokes, watching a bead of pre-cum form at the tip.
We know what each other likes, what each other needs. She knows I’ve been saving myself for days, letting myself get to the edge when I make her come with my fingers or my mouth, but never taking my release until she says so.
Excitement ripples through me when she lifts herself and slides onto me in one smooth motion. She lifts one leg up, resting it against my shoulder, as she jerks her pelvis back and forth, increasing in speed with each pass.
When I drop my gaze to her flushed chest, her tits, her nipples, my balls lift and tighten, my mouth goes slack.
“Who owns my pussy?” she pants breathlessly, and the thrill that bolts through my chest threatens to tip me over the edge. “Tell me!” she demands.
“I own your pussy,” I grunt, gritting my teeth together against the swell of pleasure that threatens to tip me over the edge.
“Who is the only person to fuck this pussy? To fill it with his cum?”
Fuck.
“Me,” I manage, letting my gaze drop to her stretched out cunt sheathing my thick cock.
“Come now!” she screams as her body convulses, her pussy milking my cock as she throws her head back and rides out her orgasm.
I couldn’t stop myself if I tried.
Her words are an order that my balls can’t help but obey.
Every last drop of cum from the last few days bursts from my cock in spurt after hot spurt, filling her.
When she can’t take any more, it overflows between us, frothing around the base of my cock where her grinding spreads it between us in a sticky mess that’s all our own doing.
“I love being full of your cum,” she says, dropping her leg from my shoulder and tipping her head forward to rest against mine.
I jerk inside her, my cock’s involuntary response to the way her words make me feel. I move my hands to her hips, guiding them slowly in a short rhythm over my still hard length.
“I love filling you with my cum,” I answer.
She drops her mouth to mine, kissing me in that way that’s deep and desperate and hungry for more.
“Can you?” she asks when she breaks the kiss, already breathless again as she takes over the steady rhythm and lifts my hands to her tits. I know exactly what she is asking.
“I’m more than happy to try,” I say, squeezing her tits hard until the flesh bulges between my fingers.
She slides from my cock and stands, V-ing her fingers to slide over her sticky cunt.
I quickly strip off my clothes and sit on the floor of her studio, legs stretched out in front of me.
She knows what to do, turning and lowering herself onto me, before stretching her legs straight behind us and hooking her arms under my calves.
She loves it like this, and I love the view of her ass as I guide her over my cock.
Her moans are instant and deep, vibrating through her in a way I can feel against my legs.
I move her ass cheeks in opposite circles, dragging her onto me and then pushing her away in a punishing rhythm that reveals her puckered hole with every pass. I love the way her cunt looks when it’s stretched over my cock like this. The tight, flushed rim, dragging over me.
It isn’t long before she is reaching her edge and falling over it. I keep my eyes trained to where we meet, the arousal that has us both slick and slippery.
“Yes, Avros!” she calls out, “Breed me now!”
As always, the sensation threatens to drown me, my cock pulses weakly, but does as she commands, spitting a pathetic amount of cum into her channel as she takes over, pushing herself violently onto my cock as she drains my balls.
I finish with a light smack to her perfect ass and enjoy the way it jiggles now.
She pulls off with a whimper, a sign that I know she is fully spent. Then she rolls onto her back and bends her knees, spreading them wide.
“Am I full enough?” she asks, spreading her lips with her fingers.
I moan. “You’re going to be the end of me, sovershenna.” I bend forward and punish her sensitive nub with a lick and she yelps. “I thought so,” I observe. “You are completely spent and still teasing me. You’re asking for trouble.”
“I can’t help it,” she says, an aftershock coursing through her.
I clamp my mouth over her cunt and run my tongue through her folds as she lifts her legs over my shoulders and tilts her pelvis up.
“Make me come again,” she pleads, thrusting her hands into my hair and pulling me closer. She tastes of us and I love it. “I read it helps bring all the cum up to where it needs to be…” she trails off on a moan.
Who am I to deny her?
It takes a little longer than usual since she is already spent. I work her gently and consistently until she is crashing apart once again, moaning my name as she grinds out her pleasure against my face.
When she pushes my face away and cups her pussy, I know she is done.
I gather her into my arms and carry her through to our room.
“Rest,” I tell her.
Emma
Eight weeks later
I’ve just come on Avros’s face, clinging onto the headboard as I ground against him, his tongue working me into a frenzy that had me thrashing through an orgasm.
But this is new.
My hand flies to my stomach as it rolls over, my body tensing. I leap from my position over his face and stagger into the bathroom just in time to vomit into the toilet bowl.
He follows quickly, pulling my hair back from my face and stroking my back.
“Do you think it’s something you ate?” he asks when it finally stops and the nausea begins to subside.
“I don’t know,” I groan. “Do you feel sick?”
“No,” he says, still naked and crouched beside me. He stands and runs the faucet, soaking a wash cloth before dabbing it around my mouth.
“Do you think?” I ask, but I daren’t say the words. Daren’t let hope bloom where it could lead to such a huge disappointment.
Avros pulls open a drawer and plucks a white box from it.
“No harm in checking—” he trails off before helping me back to my feet and then giving me privacy as I take the test.
“You can come back in,” I say as I pace in front of the vanity. The test is sitting on the edge of the sink, but I daren’t look. I don’t think I could cope with the disappointment.
Then a wave of nausea hits me again and I throw myself back toward to toilet, vomiting again.
When I look back up, Avros is holding the test in his hands, his eyes wide and blinking, his mouth hanging open.
“Avros?” I ask quietly, still not letting myself hope.
He swallows, his expression breaking from surprise and into joy as he lifts me and spins me around.
“We’re pregnant,” he says, peppering my hair and face with kisses.
I pull away from him, searching for any sign of a joke, but I know he wouldn’t lie about this, not with how much we both want it.
“Come with me, sovershenna,” he says, lifting me into his arms.
“Where to? We aren’t dressed,” I screech, but he places my down gently on the bed.
“Right here, I’m going to worship you every minute of every day for the rest of our lives.”
Then his hot mouth is back where it was only minutes ago, pleasuring me to the edge of insanity.