Epilogue
BASIL - ONE YEAR LATER
“Welcome to my, no, our home,” I say, setting Iris down over the threshold.
The last year of our lives has been nothing but extraordinary.
It took a little adjusting, but we soon found a balance that works for us.
Typically, I spend my days in Hell with my staff and people, and then return to the human realm to spend the nights with my beloved.
It definitely took some combined effort to convince me to delegate more, but Iris, Nix, and Felix assured me that this was necessary for my relationship to be successful.
And once Iris let me know that she was with child, I knew the decision to split my time was the best one to be made.
Of course, now that she is nearing the end of her pregnancy, we decided that it was prudent that our child be born among my people.
A child that is both Boogeyman and human is virtually unheard of.
With the potential for magical elements to occur during labor, it only makes sense that Iris rest and prepare for the birth here, where she can be adequately cared for by the most competent of beings.
Iris steps inside, tossing her coat on the back of the sofa as she enters the living room. Her eyes grow misty as she walks from room to room, checking out the home that has been in my family for centuries. When she finally stops, it’s in the master bedroom.
“This… It’s so beautiful,” she says, wiping a tear. The hormones have made her extra emotional over these months, but I would not have it any other way.
Walking up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist, resting my hands on her swollen belly as I place my chin on her shoulder, breathing her in.
Her lemony scent has taken on a more earthy twist with the pregnancy.
Knowing that it is my child growing inside her makes her all the more enticing.
Thankfully, her sexual appetite has been just as ravenous as mine.
“Not nearly as beautiful as you, petal.”
“Oh, shush you. I’m swollen and bloated. I’m not beautiful.” She pulls away, waving her hands at me as though trying to shoo away my compliment.
“I speak no lies. You have never looked more ravishing.”
“Oh, really?” she says, her tone turning flirtatious. “Would you like to ravish me, Basil?”
I growl, closing the distance between us in one stride. “With pleasure.”
Her hand finds my chest and pushes me down on the oversized bed.
Her hands make quick work of my trousers, pulling them off along with my boxers.
She hikes her skirt up, awkwardly climbing on top to straddle me.
In one swift motion, she sinks onto my lower cock, wrapping her slick heat around it while my top cock slides between her pussy lips, making direct contact with her clit.
Leaning forward, she grasps my hands, riding me hard and fast until she is crumbling, claiming, and coming all over my cock as she screams my name.
Breathless, her head falls to my chest as she releases my hands. I pull her closer, wrapping my arms around her.
“My sweet petal. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, Basil.”
I move my hips, languidly still sliding in and out of Iris’s perfect cunt, letting the aftershocks of her orgasm continue. “Would you like to see the rest of Hell?”
“Very much so.”
“I promise to continue ravishing you later, but let’s get settled in first.”
She sniffles. “Okay.”
Insatiable.
I withdraw and redress while she goes to the bathroom to clean up. As I’m righting my shirt, I hear her call from the ensuite bathroom.
“Basil! Basil, come quick!”
Fear powers through me as I dash into the room to see her standing, bent over, her hand between her legs. “I think my water broke.”
“You mean, it’s time?”
“Yes, it’s time to meet your son.”
Next to her saying she loves me, those are the seven most wonderful words in existence.