Epilogue
Viktor – (Six Months Later)~
I was watching my wife sleep again, but this time it was different. This time, I wasn’t only watching her sleep, I was watching her get some much-needed rest, and my heart felt too big for my chest as I watched her breathe steadily and peacefully.
For six months, I’d been watching Aurora go full speed with organizing the working girls, and I really had underestimated just how intelligent the woman was.
Granted, I hadn’t been the only one, but once her plans had begun to take shape, my father had been thoroughly impressed, and even Kasimir had given her a bow or two.
Nevertheless, everything had changed this morning when we’d found out that she was pregnant.
She was only one month along, but as soon as she had missed her period, I’d gone and purchased five pregnancy tests out of eagerness, and when all five had come back positive, we’d made an appointment with her regular doctor, me not having the heart to insist that she choose someone who she wouldn’t feel comfortable with.
So, while I was watching her sleep again, that wasn’t anything special since I did it a lot. However, now it felt as if I was keeping watch over her and the blessing that I was going to be forever grateful for.
“You’re watching me sleep again, you creeper,” she muttered sleepily as she woke up, moving lazily to sit up a bit. “You should probably stop doing that and get some sleep while you still can.”
“I like watching you sleep,” I reminded her. “It calms me down.”
“Well, it creeps me out, so you’re going to have to find another way to find peace,” she drawled out, and when she let out a long yawn, I got up from the chair, then crawled over her on the bed.
“Spread those legs for me, and I promise you I’ll be at my most peaceful,” I chuckled.
Her fingertips danced across the tattoo of her name on my neck as she said, “You know, they say that pregnancy makes a woman crazy horny; all the hormones and whatnot.”
“Oh, yeah,” I grinned. “Then does that mean I’ll have to be at your beck and call to make sure that you’re satisfied whenever you need it?”
“I’m thinking so,” she murmured softly as I was already pushing the covers aside, so that I could lay across her already-naked body.
I kissed my wife’s neck before saying, “Tell me that you love me, Marchetti.”
Now, while she’d been going by Korolev for months now, when it was just the two of us, when we were having moments like this one, I called her by her family’s last name to let her know that I still respected who she was at her core.
I called her by her family’s last name to remind her that I respected and trusted all of her, no matter that she had started out as the enemy.
“I love you,” she said before letting out a low moan, my lips already working their way down to her tits. “I love you so much.”
It didn’t matter how many times she said it because it was never enough for me. I wanted to hear those words coming out of her mouth every single time that she saw me, and I didn’t care if it made me seem crazy. I needed to hear those words from her like I needed to breathe.
“Viktor...” she moaned as I finally took a nipple into my mouth, and I couldn’t help but grin against her soft flesh as she opened her legs for me, giving me room to settle in.
With her knees dropping back, opening her up wider, I slid one hand down her stomach until I found her pussy wet and waiting for me, and I wasted no time sliding two fingers inside her, the grip just as tight as always.
“So good...” she mewled as I finger fucked her, and as much as I loved her tits, I had a new favorite part of her body that I needed to explore.
So, kissing my way down her chest, I stopped when I got to her abdomen, and I began peppering soft kisses all over her skin, dying for the day that she was heavy and round, giving me more of her.
“I can’t wait to cum all over your pregnant stomach,” I told her, making her moan again. “I’m going to cover you in it, baby.”
“Viktor, please...” she begged, and I slid a third finger inside her, getting it nice and wet for what was to come next.
Again, though, it was never going to be enough.
The End.