Author's Note:

The second part of this chapter contains limited but explicit depictions of sex. Read at your own discretion.

The weather outside was sunny, with birds chirping happily.

Ethan frowned as he sipped upon his freshly-brewed coffee, while reading the newspaper. The coffee had no taste and the newspaper consisted of nothing but blurred, indecipherable lines, so the man put them away, to behold his lovely wife instead - who was suddenly sitting on a chair, across the table.

The happy husband could not suppress a hungry grin as her shapely form came into focus. Her beautiful, long locks of honey brown hair - still wet from the shower. Her kind, hazel eyes, gazing back at him with unadulterated affection.

Truly, Ethan experienced nothing but joy as his own brown-grey orbs could not get enough of the gorgeous sight that was the love of his life - his dear wife, Mia.

Sighing dreamily and marveling at how fortunate he was, the man almost missed a question, directed his way.

"Remember that mother is coming today? I trust you'd be on your best behavior, honey?"

Oh. Her. Mia's mother made no secret that she absolutely loathed the fact that her brilliant daughter chose him - a mere middle-class systems engineer, employed by a little-known corporation, as her lifelong companion. Ethan could barely stand that nasty witch himself, but he made an effort to be a gracious host, nevertheless.

"Of course, dear. Having to tolerate an occasional visit from your mother is a small price to pay for these delicious ciorbă de legume you keep preparing!"

Mia smiled gently, pleased at his compliment. Before long, however, the smile morphed into a small frown.

"Principal Wells called - Eveline got into trouble again. Apparently, she was trying to bully someone into giving her their lunch money, and when they refused - she molded them. You really have to put your foot down, unless you want our precious baby girl to grow into a real monster!"

Eveline. Their beautiful ten year old daughter. She was always causing mischief, but Ethan could not stay angry at their dark-haired angel for long. Still, he needed to teach her the importance of respecting other people's boundaries, if he ever wanted her to become a well-adjusted individual.

Having said her piece, Mia stood up and headed towards the kitchen sink to wash some dishes, opening a couple of cupboards in the process.

Suddenly, the birds stopped chirping. Menace became palpable, utterly taking over the previous carefree atmosphere. Ethan felt a chilly shiver run through his body. Ominous stormy clouds quickly took over the sunny weather outside their house, complete with lightning and thunder.

"Ethan… what is this?"

Mia spoke the question with no small amount of malice in her tone, as she produced black, lacy panties from one of the cupboards.

"Uh… I can explain!" Ethan really couldn't as his mind drew a complete blank on the compromising object and its nefarious origins.

The woman, her back still turned towards him, exploded in rage at his meek response.

"You've slept with that Romanian hussy again! That fucking bug-whore! I swear I will freeze her fucking ass next time I see that bitch! You bastard… I should've listened to my mother when she told me to stay away from you… you lowlife scum!"

Ethan wasn't sure exactly who Mia was talking about, yet he felt the burning urge to defend her, nevertheless.

"Oh yeah? At least she doesn't lie to me all the fucking time! Pity your old hag didn't tell you to stay away from child-kidnapping, bioweapon-trafficking terrorist organizations! You bitch! Your ciorbă de legume sucks, by the way!"

"You dare insult my cooking now!? That is the last straw!"

As Mia turned her visage towards him, Ethan fell down from his chair in shock and fear, as his dear wife took an utterly terrifying appearance, with dark veins crisscrossing every inch of her exposed skin and inky-black liquid dripping down from her empty eye-sockets.

Suddenly revving a chainsaw, Mia advanced upon her prone husband, even as he tried to crawl away to safety - towards their back entrance. His salvation turned to be a dead-end however, as the unmistakable shape of Mia's hag of a mother - with a similarly mold-like, inky black body waited him right outside the glass door; enormous and bloody butcher knife clutched in her oily hand.

"Come here, you wretch! We will show you how Ashbury women traditionally deal with infidelity!"

Utterly gripped by horror, the father finally jumped back to his feet and rushed towards the main entrance, even as Mia's chainsaw slammed down where his body was mere moments ago.

Gaining some distance from the mutated, crazy bitches, Ethan hastily made his way through the rapidly decaying house, as that same disgusting oil-like substance now freely dripped through every crack in the walls and the ceiling. The vicious roar of a chainsaw, as well as inhuman, banshee-like screeches were coming from just behind him - promising nothing but agony and dismemberment.

The sound of wooden door breaking, followed by Jack Baker's unmistakable voice turned Ethan's rush into a mad, heedless sprint. "Here's daddy!"

Finally reaching their front door, the panicked man did not hesitate to slam it open, letting out a sigh of relief as he did so. The feeling of potential safety evaporated instantly, however, as the hulking shape of Chris Redfield greeted him, pistol raised and pointed right at his head.

"Sorry, Ethan."

Bang

Ethan shot up violently, his forehead covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His heart beating erratically, the man glanced around his dark room wildly with his unfocused and blurry vision.

There is something cathartic about the realization that the horrifying reality one found himself in, turned out to be a mere dream, after all.

With that thought in mind, Ethan let out a deep breath of solace.

Eveline was not on a monstrous rampage in her school. Now that was a weird thing to dream about, huh…

Mia and her mom were not after him...well not in a direct and brutal way like that, anyway...hopefully.

Jack was just a bad memory now. Chris was not going to shoot him in the head. Definitely not.

"Just another nightmare…"

His third one, this night. Something was in the air tonight, as anxiety skittered inside the man's stomach pit. The unease radiated throughout his whole frame as Ethan stood up from his comfy little sofa, not a wink of sleep remaining in his eyes - which were still widened in fear.

Checking his clock and realizing that he had slept for mere four hours, the man grabbed a bottle of water, drinking from it greedily, before proceeding into their tiny bathroom to get himself into shape. He was not going back to sleep tonight, not when his brain appeared determined to assault him with conjured horrors.

As Ethan shaved, he couldn't help but shudder at the memory of the last time his nightmares were that unrelenting in their intensity - several nights before Mia met that fucking stranger in the park. When everything went downhill and their peaceful lives were shattered for good.

Mia… we were so happy together… you, me and Rosie… but it was all a lie… or was it?

Ethan felt a lone tear dripping down his bloodshot eye. Behind his tough facade, there was a vulnerable man, who only sought quiet and peaceful family life. Could that simple dream ever become a reality now?

What if Mia was right? What if all I achieved was to condemn Rose to a life of a fugitive… always on the run… always in fear. Never knowing the comfort of her own bed again… God…

Tears started flowing freely now, as the depth of the consequences of his choices so far finally struck him hard. Would his daughter curse his name when she grew up, knowing nothing but strife, and having him to thank for it?

Due to his shaky hand, the shaving razor cut deeply across his cheek, drawing blood.

I am just a failure of a father, aren't I? To put my precious angel in so much danger… Damn it all.

As the man finished his morning routine, the dark thoughts did not relent, but intensified. Every mistake, every failure now reared its ugly head, threatening to consume him whole. As strong as he was, Ethan was not unbreakable, and this fight against his own inner demons appeared to be too much to face on his own.

Taking a moment to check on his peacefully sleeping child, Ethan's face was visited by a ghost of a smile, as at least someone was getting rest on this ominous night.

With no goal or destination in his conscious mind, the restless father simply left their little cabin - in just a white bathrobe and a pair of slippers.

Some walking should do me good...

Roaming the poorly lit and deserted halls brought little comfort to his exhausted spirit, however. He could swear that Mia's carefree laughter, from their earlier days as a couple, before Rosie was born, before even that whole fucking mess in Louisiana - resonated across the narrow halls.

Attempting to escape the painful reminder of the happy past, the man moved in the opposite direction the ghostly laughter came from, until he found himself standing right outside the familiar door. Bela's own cabin. On its own volition, before Ethan could even rationally think about it, his hand, as desperate for comfort as the rest of him, had already knocked on the door.

Oh, right, if Ethan Winters is not sleeping well, Bela Dimitrescu should neither! Well done, Ethan!

Before he could contemplate further on his egotistical act, the door slowly opened, and Ethan's breath was caught in his throat as he beheld the gorgeous woman in a long black nightgown. His mouth attempted to mumble out an apology the moment her questioning yellow orbs connected with his own eyes.

"Gosh, sorry Bells, it's 4 AM and you're probably fast asleep…"

"I am not, actually. What's wrong, Ethan? Can't sleep? Come in."

Not questioning his choice of attire, the blonde woman's firm grip was immediately upon his hand, dragging him inside her cabin, before closing the door.

As she rushed towards her tiny kitchenette, Ethan took a moment to appreciate the state of her large bed - a tangled mess of sheets that implied that she was resting in it, before he so rudely barged in. Her smartphone was lying on its side, the screen still alight.

In his shameless curiosity, the man peeked at the device at the last moment before it went black - a YouTube channel on it made the man's jaw slacken in disbelief.

Dragonball Z abridged? What.

"Some wine? You look like you need it."

Before he could refuse, the woman already poured him a glass, as well as one for herself, as she sat on a chair next to a small table, with her arms supporting her chin.

Shrugging his tired shoulders, the man simply sat on the chair opposite of hers, as her inspecting gaze focused on his sagging frame. Her tone today was one of soft curiosity, it seemed.

"Tell me about it, Ethan."

Her laconic request, as well as her comforting gaze made the exhausted man quickly down the offered drink before doing just that.

As if a dam was broken, the tsunami of long-repressed fears and worries that ate upon Ethan's soul was unleashed upon the Dimitrescu daughter.

With Ethan pouring out all the uncertainties of the future that gnawed on his heart, Bela's own eyes widened as the extent of the man's suffering became apparent. Moving with soft steps, the elder Dimitrescu sibling carefully hugged the now freely sobbing man, as she gently guided him to her bed, where the empathetic woman covered their entangled bodies with sheets, before simply holding the father - in her comforting and tender embrace. And then she merely listened to all he had to say, for she knew that Ethan had to get it out of his system.

"Rosie will hate me, when she grows up, won't she? Her worthless bastard of a father, who made her run afoul of the international crime syndicate… or the one who almost shot her mother.. Or the one who made her a fugitive from the whole fucking world…"

Ethan just kept mumbling, even as his tears and shaking slowly subsided, his whole body being soothed by the solace brought by Bela's tender embrace. The woman carefully soaked in every single word he'd muttered, meanwhile, even as her fingers found his own.

Finally, as Ethan's whirlwind of fears - given voice - died down, the elder daughter spoke, in a quiet but firm voice that brooked no argument.

"Ethan… the choices you've made in the past are just that - in the past. You cannot change them anymore, even if you wished to do so. You worry about your mistakes and your failures, and that's understandable, but ultimately - futile. There is no point dwelling on 'what ifs'. All you can do now is make the best out of this situation we all found ourselves in. And you don't need to do it alone… for we are all on the same boat… literally, heh."

Her hot breath on the back of his neck was as reassuring as her spoken words. Moreover, Bela's carefree mirth at the last part made the man turn around in her embrace, locking their eyes together. She gazed back at him with nothing but affection, even as her thumb played around with his cheek - so lovingly that the man felt some of his worries melt away, from that simple gesture alone. Her soothing tone made even more of them fade away, as she continued.

"So many good people are behind us, and we actually have a solid plan for how to confront our foes. Why focus on the worst possible outcome, when there is still hope that everything will work out? Despite everything Mia had said, I still believe that Rosie can grow up free and happy, if only we do our best for her. Will you do your best for her, Ethan? I know I will. For her, and for my own family. And for you, Ethan."

Ethan felt his shattered psyche mending together - from the outpour of genuine affection from Bela. Moreover, the man also drew reassurance from the fact that she wasn't simply saying what he wanted to hear. The father plainly heard conviction in her voice - she herself believed in every word she'd let out.

"I will…"

"Good! Come what may, we will be ready for it - together. But now…" Bela traced her delicate finger across his minor shaving accident, some leftover liquid blood sticking to it. "You have been through so much… We have been through so much. Don't you think we deserve a break from misery and strife? Don't you think we deserve a chance to be carefree and happy - just for a little while?" The blonde woman licked her finger, savoring his blood with a serene smile on her beautiful face, with Ethan's eyes following her lithe digit, mesmerized.

Ethan saw where this was going, yet he no longer felt the need to run from it. "We do…" The ghost of Mia - an amalgamation of all of his regrets, the guilt, the shame - was quick to coalesce before him, standing in the door frame with a scowl on her face, as her eyes glared at him in judgement. Ethan could vividly hear her voice. So much for our vows of marriage, huh, husband?

Deciding to follow Eveline's advice, the man gathered his anger together. His rage - accumulated from Mia's despicable actions, her endless lies, her empty promises - was wielded as a sword against the phantasm. Fuck you, Mia.

And just like that, the visage of his wife of ten years was shattered and in its place stood Bela, making Ethan blink in surprise.

At his vocalized agreement, the blonde woman had dislodged herself from their embrace, only to stand up and unknowingly occupy that very spot where the ghost of his wife haunted Ethan from.

Standing there, Bela was giving him a seductive grin, and the man could do nothing but answer in kind. His hands were already itching to relieve her of that obstructive black nightgown. Ethan was not given a chance to do so, as the woman spun in a sensual and slow manner, with her hands on her hips.

Ethan's eyes went wide in shock, as Bela's whole frame shimmered - solid flesh giving way to black-winged insects, just for a blink of an eye. The very next moment, as Ethan lifted his tired eyelids once more - there stood Bela, with her nightgown lying on the floor, discarded and forgotten. The dark lacy panties was the only article of clothing that still decorated her amazingly fit shape. With some minor discomfort, the man noted that her undergarment appeared suspiciously alike to the ones from his nightmare.

Dismissing the thought as irrelevant, if curious, the man simply admired the gorgeous creature that stood in that doorway. Her whole hourglass figure, utterly flawless to his eyes. The way she still held her well-toned arms so that her hands could connect to her feminine hips. That cocky, self-assured smirk she was giving him right now. The perky, moderately-sized breasts, with their delicate nipples already hardening from the slightly chilly night air.

"Nice trick…" The man simply could not take his eyes off her.

"It is, indeed! Like what you see, Ethan?" Bela's playful voice sent shivers of excitement down his spine. He was aroused already.

"How could I possibly not..?"

Bela only giggled in response, before slowly, sensually, marching right towards her bed. No… their bed, at least for this night. With a flick of her wrist, the bed sheets were carelessly tossed aside, exposing the man and his white bathrobe.

For the next moment, the blonde woman hesitated, with her eyes narrowing in pensive thought. Her voice was meek, as if afraid of refusal.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Ethan?"

How could he possibly deny her? Even if she wasn't the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on, he would still love her - for the only things that overshadowed that gorgeous frame of hers were her incredible, selfless deeds; the infinite devotion she displayed towards her loved ones.

"Yes, Bells. I am sure."

And just like that, the doubt died in her expressive amber orbs, as her deft fingers quickly set to work on his robe's belt. Moments later, the white garb was sent hurling into the corner, as the man was left as naked as a newborn.

Ethan could not suppress a light blush from coloring his cheeks, as he was already quite hard down there - merely from the sight of her. Bela only giggled at his reaction, before breaking eye contact and taking him in.

"Hmm, it appears my dear sister was wrong in her initial assessment of you."

Bela's tone was playful; her eyes widened as she beheld her lover. Ethan did not hesitate in giving voice to his curiosity.

"Assessment?"

Bela hummed, even as she gave her lips a long and unbearably sexy lick - her pink tongue going far out in its dramatically circular motion. For that moment, the normally stoic woman appeared much like a lustful demoness to Ethan's shocked eyes.

"Mhm. Remember when you first barged into our castle? Cass, ever the crass one, postulated that you must've been compensating for something with that oversized shotgun of yours!"

"Oh…"

Ethan never considered himself particularly big in that department, but he was quite pleased that his partner for this night apparently found him satisfactory. His next thought actually made the man laugh out loud, to Bela's own delight.

Can't believe Cassandra tried to measure my dick all the way back then… huh!

A ghost of annoyance flashed across Bela's radiant face, as a peculiar and troubling thought rushed through her mind.

"I trust Eveline is asleep now?

Bela appeared genuinely upset that their privacy for the night might be imperiled but Ethan was quick to reassure her.

"I think so… I do feel a sort of a light pressure in the back of my head whenever she is around - and I don't feel that now."

"Good. This isn't for children to see."

"What about Daniela?" Ethan couldn't suppress a self-satisfied smirk from breaking through his stoic expression. Bela stared at him in curiosity and surprise, at that. Ethan simply grinned back, as she responded.

"You've figured it out, huh?"

"Well, you two weren't exactly subtle about that…"

"Mhm, true, I suppose. As to your query… she should be asleep, but no harm in checking."

Raising her right hand up, Bela forced it to disperse into a swarm of flies - each agile insect selecting a direction, before committing to it, as Ethan gaped in wonderment. The tiny bugs checked underneath the bed, in the bathroom, the wardrobe, as well as numerous other places that could theoretically conceal the peeping redhead. Moments later, they returned, reforming as her hand once again.

"How do you military men say this? Just 'Clear'?"

Ethan could only dumbly nod, still amazed at her casual display of such supernatural powers.

Finally, having had enough of words and free of distractions, the blonde Dimitrescu advanced until her lacy underwear was poised right over his manhood and her grinning mouth inches away from his own. For a moment Ethan was afraid the woman would attempt to ride his cock just like that, as the organ was quite rusty from the lack of attention it received lately… he felt not far from cumming already, truth to be told.

Instead, her hungry mouth assailed his own, with the intensity and the passion of their kiss allowing the man to focus on nothing else. Her full pink lips felt amazing on his own, as her hot tongue explored every inch of his mouth - Ethan's own one responding in kind. The already magnificent experience was then completed by her cascading blonde locks, all over his face, smelling pleasantly of strawberry shampoo.

Before too long, however, the elder Dimitrescu sibling broke their starving mouths apart, eliciting a groan of disappointment from Ethan. Her wet tongue lingered on his lips, then advanced to the already healed shaving scratch, tasting the skin, licking remaining blood off, before retreating behind her grinning lips.

In a show of spectacular agility and grace, the blonde woman on top of him repositioned their bodies - pushing Ethan further up on the bed, making him lean against a small tower of pillows, while kneeling herself in between his legs.

The man could only stare in fascination as Bela observed his reproductive organ with great interest, as if it was a magnificent study specimen. Upon noticing his discomfort at the distinct lack of her touch upon his body, the blonde woman giggled as she finally saw fit to deign his throbbing member with her delicate digits' attention.

Ethan moaned in pleasure as her firm yet gentle fingers worked their magic. Again, the man found himself surprised at the skill Bela displayed in this activity - surely that was not something she could've had much practice with in their foreboding castle, where males were tortured, slaughtered and bottled for wine. Or was it?

The curious, yet irrelevant thought gave way to raw pleasure, as she kept massaging his penis with skillful strokes, down and up his shaft. Mere moments later, Bela's warm hands, engulfing his long-neglected member in their masterful motions, finally proved too much. As he came, a little bit of his cum shot up right up her lips, which she promptly licked off.

"Mhm, not enough to get a proper taste…"

Apparently deciding to leave that for later, the woman was once again on top of him - her soft lips pressed against his own. Seemingly dissatisfied at the lack of his touch now, the woman mumbled out an invitation for him to rectify that issue, in between their passionate kisses.

"You know, you're allowed to touch me, Ethan…"

That brought the man out of his awestruck trance - he could still hardly believe this was actually happening. His eager palms were quick to place themselves around her delectable mounds of flesh. They were soft, yet firm and they filled up his palms perfectly. As Ethan actively started playing with them, Bela let out a pleased moan. The man mentally grinned at the simple discovery - clearly, her perky breasts were a very sensitive spot.

Intensifying his rubbing, as well as involving her nipples in the process, Ethan was delighted to hear her letting out more and more moans, as well as an occasional louder squeal of ecstasy. Too flushed to continue their make out session, Bela broke her mouth off, to take a deep breath.

Ethan took that as an invitation to start exploring her delightfully pale neck - gracing the tender, sensitive skin with loving and long kisses; nibbling on it so very slightly. Bela looked like she was on Cloud 9, as she craned her head backwards, allowing more space for Ethan's affectionate work.

Apparently, the combined assault of Ethan's fingers and mouth proved too much for Bela, who was clearly quite out of practice herself. With a particularly loud gasp of pleasure, the woman came, her juices running down her lacy panties, only to end up on his skin. Deflating like a balloon, Bela rested her head on his attractively muscled chest, sighing dreamily all the while.

"That was so good, little one… but we are only just starting…"

"Little one?" Ethan raised one eyebrow in confusion, even as he kept planting light kisses on her blonde head.

"Ha, ops. That's the term we have often used to describe human intruders into our castle - since most would appear quite little, compared to mother, or our own elevated, floating bodies. I suppose it's sort of fitting, since you're looking to invade my castle, now…even if you're… not quite little."

The woman giggled, before raising her head to gaze into Ethan's passionate eyes, giving him a playful pout. A sudden recollection struck her mind and it demanded a proper resolution.

"Remember what you did to me, in that hallway?"

Ethan figured out that she probably referred to that slap on her ass he did, but decided to play dumb, anyway. "What hallway, precisely? We've been in quite a few of them already."

Suddenly, like a tiger about to pounce upon unsuspecting prey, Bela was poised above him, grinning in playful malice as her well-toned arms placed themselves firmly at the sides of his head.

"Playing coy, I see… You've slapped my rear, Ethan. In plain view of everyone… only bad boys do that… and what happens to the bad boys?"

"Uhm… they get punished?"

"Exactly."

In a blink of an eye, using her superior strength, Bela rotated him around, exposing his own buttocks. Before he could voice a word of protest, a hearty slap of terrifying power found its way towards his vulnerable rear, making the man cry out from shock at the vulgar gesture, as well as some pain. He would not be surprised if he had a red imprint of her palm on his ass now. "Ouch!"

"Consider this a mark. You're mine now. Only mine."

"That doesn't sound too bad…"

A satisfied humm preceded several moments of silence. Peace and quiet was not on agenda tonight, however, as shortly, Bela forcefully rotated the man right back - to face her, once again. The staring contest that ensued was short-lived, as Bela's attention-starved body craved yet more of his touch. A lot more. And it would not be denied tonight.

At his own subdued reaction - still processing Bela's suddenly overwhelming possessiveness - her wide amber orbs sparkled with wicked delight - somewhat reminding Ethan of Cassandra, as she was about to torture him with a knife back in their castle. Not letting him ponder too much on that particular gruesome and mood-killing episode, Bela once again sensually licked her own lips, in a very sexy way, making his little man-thing once more fully erect and not so little anymore.

"Your blood is delightful, Ethan. But now I am curious about how your other...hmm… bodily fluids taste. Care to indulge my idle curiosity?"

Utterly baffled by the sheer seductiveness of this, previously almost unseen, lusty side of Bela, the man simply nodded his consent. Satisfied, the blonde Dimitrescu gave him another long and passionate kiss, before rotating her body in a heartbeat. At the display of cat-like agility, the man felt a pang of envy. Must be nice, being twice as strong as a man, while weighing less… oh…

The prime view of her majestic ass was enough to put any further pondering on the subject to a definitive stop. The sight of these rounded, delightfully pale buttocks of hers beckoned his hands, while the presence of her drenched lacy undergarments, mere inches from his face, threatened to drive Ethan into a lust-fueled frenzy of his own.

Feeling her wet tongue giving a playful lick to the head of his member emboldened the man, making him grab two handfuls of her supple, milky-white flesh. Bending his head forward, the man gave a probing lick of his own, getting his first taste of her juices.

Now, Ethan was not an exalted sex-guru, who had left hundreds of women ravaged in his wake. Yet he had tasted Mia, as well as his first uni sweetheart. Bela had a very distinct aroma, compared to them… which Ethan struggled to put an adjective to. Perhaps… moldy, with a bittersweet aftertaste? Yet it was not an unpleasant taste, and Ethan was already hungry for more. A playful, yet slightly painful bite to his manhood stopped his slavering tongue dead in its track.

"Good boys wait for their turn, Ethan. Good boys get rewarded… Are you a good boy?"

Desperate for release, the man only grunted a weak "Yes!" out and, giving a satisfied humm, she finally started her work.

The feeling of her hot mouth, engulfing the tip and a good portion of the shaft as she sucked on it, was accompanied by the exquisite pleasure induced by her nimble fingers, playing with his balls, allowing the man to experience true bliss, after weeks of loneliness and neglect.

Not feeling satisfied and edged on by his panting breath, Bela intensified her ministrations, sucking harder and harder, only to switch to lapping her hot tongue over his tip, just to go back to sucking; her agile fingers caressing his sacks with gusto, meanwhile.

Her gurgling, greedy moans filled the air as she was sucking him off - hard now. A particularly powerful sucking motion of her starved mouth, followed by a sensual yet forceful lick finally set the man over the peak, with his orgasm reaching its crescendo and generously ejecting his seed into her eager throat.

"AAH, God! Bela! That was fucking intense!"

The woman did not respond immediately, as she was too busy savoring his load, smacking it around her mouth gleefully for a few moments, before giving her verdict.

"Mhm… Not bad, actually! It's not as pronounced, but it does have that same distinct rich, yet moldy 'Ethan' taste - like your blood! We might need to do this more often…if you want to, of course."

Ethan himself was done being proactive, however. It was time to reward Bela for all her hard work, all her sacrifices. All the comfort she provided, when he needed it most. More than a mere repayment, however, the man was desperate to show the depth of his love in this next act.

With his own pair of strong arms, the man rotated Bela to the side, eliciting a yelp of surprise. As if realizing what he had planned, the woman assisted his efforts, sitting firmly on top of his well-defined abdomen, her legs hugging his torso, and her amber orbs watching him in mischievous interest - genuinely curious to see his next move from that awkward position.

A hungry grin decorating his face, Ethan used his right hand to lift her left leg up, mirroring the gesture with his opposite limb, only to suspend them both together right over his head with just one hand; her limber and graceful body easily accommodating the tricky motion.

An index finger of his free hand hooked onto the last article of clothing either of them wore, slowly pulling it all the way across her long, milky legs - to Ethan's eternal delight. Throwing the undergarment into the pile that was her nightgown, the man beheld his lover, who was now as naked as the day she was born. Or reborn, perhaps, in Bela's case.

Bela, seeing where this was going, nibbled on her lower lip in clear anticipation; her own amber orbs hazy with lust for the long-suppressed desires that were seemingly finally within reach.

Ethan thought that he could stare at it all night, yet the sight of her glistening wet, freshly-shaved and youthful-looking pussy was too much and the famished man wasted not a second further in mounting her right on top of his head; the woman aiding his motions by repositioning her acrobatic legs until they were resting at his sides, holding most of her weight, even as her knees straddled his head.

At hearing her excited panting, Ethan couldn't help but grin - seems like Bela was similar to Mia at least in one way. While the sight of her engorged and very eager womanhood and her natural musky aroma combined with the lingering smell of strawberry shower gel was nearly enough to drive Ethan into a feeding frenzy, the man held himself from immediately pouncing upon the glistering prize.

Instead, Ethan - somewhat well-versed in this particular act, started slowly, with the flat of his tongue sensually licking her right inner thigh, close to her core. Bela's whole body shivered as she let out a low-pitched, guttural moan of pleasure. The man was quick to note that particular sensitive spot for later reference.

Taking some time to give attention to the other milky thigh as well, while his grasping fingers played roughly with her supple ass, Ethan finally decided to approach the main course.

Teasingly slowly, taking his sweet time with every gentle lick, the man's tongue worked its magic around her labia - applying the same amount of pressure he'd use to lightly lick ice cream that's dripping down a cone.

The teasing, feather-light touches drove Bela crazy and It was a struggle to keep her shuddering form in place, yet his firm hands - gripping her outer thighs tightly now - were up to the task.

Feeling the need to up his game, Ethan took a moment to spread her labia wide, allowing him access to her most intimate parts. His hot breath, directed at her exposed vagina, as well as clit, made the normally stoic woman pant heavily and Ethan could vividly picture her flushed face - just from her begging voice.

"Please…"

Not one to be told twice, Ethan was done with foreplay and his tongue assaulted her womanhood, with practiced efficiency. Working in a slow figure-eight motion, his daring tongue took several moments to explore all the sweet spots along her labia and clit.

As her moans grew louder and her breathing harder yet, the man finished his performance by focusing his efforts exclusively around her clitoris, applying more pressure with every lap he made around the delicate nub. It was a real struggle to hold her violently shaking body in place, now.

Bela's wild cry of ecstasy as she climaxed made the man afraid that even the soundproofed walls would not be enough to stop her sisters from coming to investigate the sudden noise.

Splattered in her freshly-split juices, the man drunk greedily upon every single precious drop his tongue could get a hold off, grinning all the while - as his efforts had obviously paid off, yet the grin soon morphed into an anxious frown, as something unexpected happened.

Bela's whole form shimmered and shifted. Suddenly, where there was a woman that he tried so hard to properly please, was an uncountable number of buzzing insects - arranged into the painfully familiar feminine silhouette.

Ethan could only dumbly gape above as her body's weight was suddenly gone from him; the solid flesh of her thighs turned into the skittering flies, all over his hands now. The grim visage of her 'body', composed exclusively of black winged insects but still towering over him was utterly mind numbing - terrifying, almost. The loud buzzing, coming from every direction, was overwhelming.

Nevertheless, recovering from shock swiftly, Ethan found his wit back, with a surprising realization. This sight, which by all accounts - to any normal, sane person - should've been both deeply distressing and utterly disgusting, evoked no truly negative feelings from him - only genuine surprise. Sanity is overrated, anyway.

Several moments later, when Bela finally reformed her human shape, the man simply smiled at the beautiful bug-woman, still straddling his head with her once-again milky legs, even as she started mumbling out a hasty but heartfelt apology.

"Oh, God, Ethan! I am so sorry! This was all...so much! I just… lost control of myself for a second…It won't happen again."

Even as she crawled off him, taking a spot to kneel before the bed, her face red in shame and guilt, the man had nothing but kind words of reassurance for her.

"It's fine, Bells. I am just going to take it as a compliment to my technique."

The blonde Dimitrescu once again stared at him with disbelief plain in her wide amber orbs; her voice unsure, as she quietly muttered a query that made the man let out a small chuckle.

"You're… not repulsed by me?"

The man did not hesitate in vacating the bed to join her on the floor, taking Bela into a loving embrace, as he started another series of short kisses on the back of her delightfully pale neck.

"Of course not! It was weird as hell, not gonna lie, but I've accepted you for what you are, remember? An occasional… lapse of control is not gonna be enough for you to get rid of me, Miss Dimitrescu."

Bela snickered lightly, as she fully relaxed and leaned back into his embrace.

"I am really starting to question Mia's intellectual capacities… for letting a man like you go, Mister Winters."

The man couldn't help a frown from marring his previously joyous features. The guilt, the shame, the regret - they were still there, despite everything. This whole experience muffled them, true, but he was not rid of them completely. In an attempt to change the painful subject, Ethan recalled their previous conversation with Cassandra, at that bar - the one about a proper use of a man-tongue.

"Are you feeling relaxed now, Bells? Cassandra got what she wanted, in the end, didn't she?"

"I am feeling very relaxed now, Ethan. Thank you… It was... amazing." Suddenly, the blonde woman in his arms erupted into a howling laughter, surprising the man, before continuing.

"And Cassandra always gets what she wants… You'd be surprised at how much of a brat she can be, sometimes." Bela proceeded in a mocking tone: "Mom! Bela drank all my personal blood reserves!"

Huffing in indignation, the elder Dimitrescu sibling continued in a normal, if a bit annoyed voice. "And then I get to clean fucking dungeons for a month! A fucking month, Ethan! Mother was always so damn strict about respecting others personal property… And Cass made such a mess there for me… specifically to annoy me, I believe. Ugh! Younger sisters are such a pain!"

Ethan chuckled heartily, before returning his lips to that delightful pale skin. He was actually curious about the aforementioned incident, but the man decided to save the questions on it for later. Uninterrupted, Bela finished her thought, in a gentle, loving tone.

"Yet I would not trade them for anything."

A couple of moments of solemn and understanding silence passed, as the lovers were content in that awkward position of theirs. It was broken by a dreamy sigh, coming from Bela.

"Perhaps I even owe Cassandra a debt of gratitude, come to think of it…"

Not actually letting the man think on it, the blonde Dimitrescu broke their embrace, only to rotate around and lift them both up, even as her insatiable mouth was once again all over his own. Despite both of them reaching an orgasm twice now, they were eager for more. Bela and Ethan craved more. But Ethan was done with being on the bottom. His own inner beast demanded for him to assert dominance and this time he was happy to do so.

With an almost feral growl of lust, Ethan pushed Bela back onto the bed, before leaping on top of her, only to continue their frenzied make out session. With no small amount of satisfaction, the man noted her amber orbs widening in surprise at his sudden ferocity. Yet if she minded being on the bottom now, she gave no indication of it.

Breaking their kiss to admire his lover one more time, the man prepared to go all in. Nibbling on her lower lip in silent impatience, Bela stared back at him, with her wide expressive eyes showering him in affection - which he returned in kind. He had no doubt about the authenticity of his love for this woman now.

"Are you ready, Bells?"

Her tongue tied from anticipation, the woman only gave him a shaky nod. Ethan smiled as his member was poised to enter her waiting folds, dripping wet in their excitement for him. After ceaseless physical and mental struggles, his mind finally felt completely unburdened, if only for this night.

This was more than a mere culmination of their sexual intercourse tonight. This act of lovemaking would certify their desire to leave the past and move forward into the future - together.

Giving his lover a warm smile, Ethan initiated the motion to penetrate her, and that was the moment the uncaring universe decided to show him the middle finger - again.

BANG

A shockwave of tremendous power resonated across their modest cabin, rearranging decorations in the most forceful manner possible. As items of all shapes and sizes were sent flying all over the room - so was Ethan; his head impacting an expensive mahogany drawer, drawing blood.

Bela's piercing shriek of distress, as well as the whole fucking ship creaking and screeching underneath him were the last sounds he had heard, before the unconsciousness claimed him.

Author's Note:

So this was my first attempt at a smutty writing ever - hope it wasn't too awkward. I admit, I originally never intended to write any explicit sexual scenes in this story, but some readers convinced me to give it a try, so tell me if this was okay or not.

As always, I'd love to hear any feedback, positive or otherwise! Critique is great, since we cannot really improve without acknowledging out mistakes. And your comments are always brightening my day, dear readers! Have an amazing week!