Chapter 107

Orchid… Vine… Orchid… Vine… Double orchid… Peony….

Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat. 

Orchid… Vine… Orchid… Vine… Double orchid… Peony….

"Is she ok?"

"Seems so. She hasn't spoken a word the whole morning though."

"Although we are behind the schedule, she shouldn't work herself like that."

"If she wants to skip lunch, then I'll stop her."

"Good girl."

Fish for lunch. Lunch with Ethan. Ethan is working. I should not bother him too much. 

Orchid… Vine… Orchid… Vine… Double orchid… Peony….

Orchid… Vine… Orchid… Vine… Double orchid… Peony….

Done!

Stitching into the hair clips. Make sure the veil beautiful and equally falls. Perfect! The whole dress was done!

"It's really beautiful! Oh, how I wish my dear Husband marries me again to wear a dress like this!"

"Agreed!"

"If only I could afford a dress like this..."

"Now, don't worry. Just save a part of what you earn in the store and I'm sure you'll one day be able to afford it!"

"It's easier said than done."

"I know right! My Husband has to manage my money; otherwise, I would spend it all on gifts for him. He earns a lot from the restaurant and he's sometimes a bit stingy."

"My, my… It's good he's not a soldier. He would be worse."

Next dress. Crinoline for the base. Softer than Taffeta but it was still able to hold a shape. The skirt for the other dress did not need to be so voluminous. It was more like a cascade of fabric. That effect was going to be made with Charmeuse and Tulle.

"She… she's really focused..."

"Been like that since she arrived today."

"Maybe I should have come another day to visit..."

"Nonsense! You are welcomed any day here."

"Thanks. Anyway, I wanted to talk to her about something. But, seeing her working so hard, I think I really will come another day."

The plan was, Crinoline for the shape, then a layer of Charmeuse to cover the Crinoline, after that, a shorter layer of Tulle, then an even shorter layer of Charmeuse, even shorter Tulle, shorter Charmeuse and finally puffy Tulle. 

"You should talk with her. She didn't pay attention to us and just dedicated herself to work. She was efficient, but very… empty."

"I understand. Thanks, Mrs. Attile. Time to go home, Isabelle."

Oh. I had to go back home with Ethan. I leaned on him and closed my eyes to rest a bit. I opened my eyes when I felt someone tapping my shoulder.

"Come with me." I let myself be led to wherever the person wanted to take me. 

There was the sound of running water, the frogs were croaking, some bird flapped its wings up in the trees. It was dark, nothing much could be seen, just the silhouette of things. I was pulled and sat on the person's lap.

The hair clips were removed from my head, letting my hair loose. Big hands rubbed my scalp. It felt really good. I focused on those hands, on the heat of the person under me, and finally on his voice.

"You with me now?" I opened my eyes and saw Ethan. I slowly reached up and cupped his face with my hands. "Hi." He smiled. I traced his stretched lips with my thumbs.

I leaned down and dropped a chaste kiss on his lips. "Hi."

"What's on your mind?" He asked, not stopping the massage on my scalp.

I… "There is nothing actually. I..."

"Didn't want to think?" I hummed in reply. "That's good. To not think, to not worry. Just live freely." I nodded. "But not emptily. You understand what I'm saying?"

Did I?

I did.

"It has happened before. Someone left. It shocked me." It was a hazy memory. It happened when I was very little. I cried and yelled at the person not to leave; they still left. "I got ill for days."

Ethan pressed his forehead against mine. "You don't have a fever." He sighed relieved. His eyes deeply regarded me, as if they were analyzing me. "Do you miss him that much?"

"Who? Joseph or that person?"

"Both."

"We know where Joseph is. I miss him, but I have the means to go to Lane Town. This person though… I do not know who they are: my father, my mother, my sister, my brother?" I wryly smiled. I had not cared too much about my loss of memory. But it was inconvenient when it affected me like that, and I had no idea why.

He lowered his hands, using his arms to embrace my lower back. That forced me to move closer to him, for my breast to press against his chest. "You wanna forget him? At least for a while?" He asked. My breath hitched, catching his meaning. 

It was not a bad idea. But… "The others..." I glanced in the direction of the house. I could barely see the light of a candle illuminating in the distance.

"They won't come. I told them you were out of sorts because of Joseph. It was obvious, so they said nothing and allowed me to do whatever I wanted." Ethan cut my excuse off. I really couldn't outsmart the cunning fox.

"It is cold, and the rocks might be uncomfortable to lay on." I still tried to grasp for straws. Not because I was opposed, but out of a chance he told me I was right. I was not.

"We're going to be sweating in a moment." He breathed on my clavicle before planting soft kisses along it. "And this rock is flat and big enough to work as a small bed." Oh, he had it well-thought. Since it was arranged and there was no problem, I just plunged into the action. 

We started with a slow kiss; to get into the mood and just focus on each other. Anything else was left aside. Joseph, my memories, my other Husbands… Just Ethan and me.

His cold hands got into my top, caressing my hot skin, leaving goosebumps on their trail. My own hands let go of his face and slid down his neck, his shoulders, his arms, until they met his hands. 

I grabbed them and guided them to the front, to my abdomen and then up to my breasts. He hummed appreciatively at my action, cupping my breast and fondling them softly.

I sighed in between kisses and mewled when his fingers started brushing against my nipples. It was a bit of a torture to not have direct contact, yet I was not joking when I saw it was a bit cold. 

Until we were not deep into our business, I did not think it would be wise to take off any piece of clothing. Thankfully, Ethan thought the same since he did not make for taking anything off.

However, the teasing increased. From brushing to pinching and scratching.

"Feels good?" He asked.

"Yes..." I did not want to stay behind and started kissing all over his jaw, biting his earlobe and pulling his long hair back to get access to his neck.

He grunted when I nipped what seemed to be a sensitive spot on his neck and focused on it. He shivered, making his hands hardly squeeze my breasts. 

"Want to go lower?" I whispered in his ear. He nodded. 

In unison, as if connected, we got into each other's pants. We quickly undid strings and directly went for the most sensitive parts. We swallowed our moans in a kiss as he leisurely rubbed my folds and I steadily pumped his half-awake cock.

"...Ha...all the way…?" He asked, in between short breaths. She sharply inhaled when I rubbed the slit with my thumb. He was very sensitive. Delightfully letting out lewd sounds.

"All the way… ah!..." I whimpered as his finger touched a very good spot inside. 

"Get up..." He commanded. I begrudgingly did so. "Panties off. Skirt up." Oh, boy, I really liked what he was asking. As I did as told, he also moved shimmied off his own pants and underwear. 

He, then, sat in the center of the rock. He wanted to be below?

"Come 're." He beckoned. I knew my knees were going to suffer a bit. I crawled and once again sat on his lap. This time, though, our crotches met.

"Mm..." I did not lose time to rub myself against him. He leaned back to give me more space to maneuver, which I took advantage of to adopt a crouching position. To look for some leverage, I leaned on his chest and forced him to lay back. 

"… bit faster..." He begged, using his hands on my hips to direct the pace.

Moans, panting, and the noise of my wet pussy sliding against his wet cock. I increased the pace and almost made myself come as the tip of his cock deliciously rubbed against my already sensitive clit. 

So, I stopped. "Going to put it in..." I told him, as I had no idea what expression he had in the darkness. Taking a deep breath, I took a hold of his hot and hard rod, pushed the head inside and slowly went down.

We both let out drawn out moans as my pussy adjusted to his girth, constricting and sucking it in. When I couldn't go down any longer, I went back to kneeling. I no longer cared about my knees when he felt so good inside.

I started moving, feeling up his cock sliding in and out. Back and forth, and up and down. "Nn… Ah..." He was so deep inside in that position.

"… lean back..." He said, all of a sudden. I did so, not without sharply moaning when his cock rubbed a good spot. "...shit..." he moaned as I unconsciously tightened my pussy at that sensation. "Keep moving."

"Ah!...ah..." Although not as deep as before, that spot was being touched constantly. "Fuck!..." I threw my head back as his thumb started rubbing my clit, adding a new height of pleasure.

"Uh… can feel it inside you..." he grunted, his other fingers pressing against my lower abdomen. 

"Yes, yes, yes… keep doing that...ah!" I begged as the pressing helped his cock rub that spot. My hips erratically moved to seek my orgasm. "...coming… coming..." I sharply moaned; my body tightened then convulsed.

"Fuck, so tight..." He groaned. With a quick move, he sat up and pulled me back in his embrace. "You feel so good, Isabelle..." He gasped as his hips started a mad pounding.

"Oh, fuck… fuck, fuck..." I was not one to curse, but the way he sounded, the way he moved, his actions, and just letting myself enjoy the moment contributed to it. 

Or maybe it was the obscene and loud slapping, and him being so deep again, pounding in a brutal pace that took out that side of me.

"...Uh… Mm… I wanna come inside you… Fill you up… Ah… Fill you up with my kids..." Gosh that sounded so hot. 

"… Come inside… Ah! Fuck, yes! Gonna come again!" I cried out after he grabbed my ass and spread it, making him go even deeper.

"Come with me… Isa..aaah!" He did not even finish his dirty talk before he let out a long moan as he reached his peak. He thankfully kept his pace until I also orgasmed. Only then he froze, his cock deep inside, plugging his seed in.

We stayed there, panting, enjoying the afterglow. My body felt very soft. My mind was splendidly empty.

No. A thought suddenly invaded my post-orgasm mind: I wanted to have a child with them.

And I was going to make that come true sooner rather than later!