The Tale of Pride Epilogue 2 | UNRESTRICTED

Word Count: 3,000
Author's Note: This is the unrestricted version of this chapter that is not available anywhere else. The versions on Inkitt/Wattpad have deleted scenes.

Arabella’s laughter tickled the room. The cause of her joy smiled back at her, giggling along.

“Wait until daddy sees this,” she warned as she collected Light into her arms and carried him out of the room. The three-month-old latched onto her signature curls and began to declare his appreciation in the only way he knew how.

Arabella ignored the pain in her skull and placed a kiss on Light’s chubby cheek. While she knew that at this rate her hairstyle would be matching Sol’s buzz cut, she didn’t care. She couldn’t deny Light anything.

As she walked up the stairs, the baby became fussy. Determining that he was hungry, she paused to free her breast. Light latched on immediately and calmed down.

She continued to walk to Sol’s office, not pausing to knock on the door. “Hey Sol, guess what Light did to your…”

The sound of ruffling paper disrupted her sentence. She watched warily as Sol scrambled to stack papers with an irritated expression on his face.

“You don’t knock?” he dared to sass.

The audacity of the question struck her harder than Light’s attempts to make her bald. “Why would I need to knock? I am the alpha female. This office belongs to you as much as it does to me,” she replied with a cocked brow.

Sol ignored her to finish piling his precious paperwork, and his jerky movements betrayed the secret he was trying to hide. When he slammed his drawers closed, he walked to her side and reached for her shoulder intending to guide her outside.

Arabella took a wise step away. “The only way you’re going to remove me from this office is by detaching your son’s mouth from my nipple and dragging me outside.”

Sol’s stern expression loosed at the mention of his son. He looked at Light whose little hands held his mother’s breast as he chugged his hunger away.

He sighed. “I didn’t want you to find out yet.”

“Find out what?”

He looked at his desk and then her calm expression. Even while dangling by a thread of patience, Sloth managed to keep her precious indifference.

“I’m building us a house on the other side of the territory. I want to demolish this one,” he explained. “I didn’t want to tell you until…”

“Until what?” she countered. “Until it was built?”

“This is just a house."

“It’s clearly more than that. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have hidden this little project for months.”

“Okay,” he tossed his arms up in defeat. “I don’t like the fact that this house is so close to the forest in which Gluttony nearly raped you. I don’t like looking out of my damn window and seeing nothing but nightmares. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Yes,” she replied tightly. “The truth is what I wanted to hear. I thought that we agreed on no secrets, but I was clearly wrong.”

Finding him unworthy of a chance to reply, she thrust her chin in the air and walked out with their baby.

— • — 

The annoyance of Sol’s betrayal followed her all week. She understood that their house brought him distressing memories, but she was attached to it. It became her first home after drifting for two hundred years. It’s where they had marked each other and procreated Light. Its walls had seen priceless memories, and she didn’t want to part from them.

She glanced at Light when he shifted in his sleep. She had fed him minutes ago, but her breasts already felt ready to burst. With careful hands, she reached up to test their weight. It was as if her anger had liquified into milk.

Maybe I should ask Sol to…

She shook her head to dismiss the thought. She had been avoiding Sol all week, and asking him to massage her breasts as his tongue mapped the alphabet on her pussy would give him the idea that she had forgiven him.

She narrowed her eyes. Maybe that’s what he needed; for her to punish him by grinding her pussy against his mouth. That should teach him a lesson or two about lying or keeping secrets from her.

Unfortunately, the only person getting punished was her. The thought of sitting on her mate’s lips and dragging her clit over the tip of his nose aroused her body torturously. The ache in her breasts escalated to raw pain, making her wish that Light woke up so that she could feed him. Doctors advised her not to pump milk since her body could tell that it was artificially being drained and would change the property in her milk. She didn’t want to risk Light’s diet, so she chose to suffer through the irritation.

Deciding that she needed rest, she tugged her blouse off and laid on her side. She was out within minutes, only to be woken hours later by heavy hands on her waist.

“Baby,” Sol muttered against her cheek.

She turned to rest on her back, still dazed. There were two warm pools of liquid under her, and she realized that she had leaked in her sleep. The hands-on her waist shifted north and gently touched the globes that were angrily pulsing with a demand for release.

“Do they hurt?” Sol whispered as he skimmed his fingertips around the swollen mounds, examining their tenseness.

Arabella nodded absentmindedly. Her mate understood her body. He knew how to take care of her.

“Do you want me to help you, sweetheart?”

A streak of milk rolled out of a needy nipple followed by longing whimper.

Sol wiped at the liquid trail with a finger, and the bolt of pleasure she felt was strong enough to shoot her sleep dead. She sat up, covered her breasts, and looked at him accusingly.

“What are you doing?”

Sol sighed. “You’re still mad.”

She didn’t reply as she reached for her blouse and buttoned it on.

“Really? All of this because of an old house? You’re being dramatic.”

She gave him a look so cold that he nearly shrank away. “And you’re being borderline cruel. Do not undermine my feelings or accuse me, especially when I don’t feel well.”

She checked over Light, making sure his breathing was steady, and then grabbed her laptop on her way out of the room. Every step came with a bounce that irritated her breasts, but her anger was doing a great job at shadowing the pain.

She moved to the living room and tried to distract herself with paperwork. It worked for a few minutes until thoughts of Sol punctured holes in her concentration. She rarely got this upset with him, and never entertained the idea of revenge. She was a woman of priorities, disinterested in unproductive emotions. Lately, though, she felt bitter, hormonal, sexually frustrated, and thirsty to even the odds.

What could she do other than give him the cold shoulder, though?

With a sigh, she tried to focus on her work. While her spirit was determined to forget about Sol, her brain refused to let him go. Her anger and sexual frustration braided into one, creating a combustible mix. She needed cock and cuddling— in that exact order, but she wasn’t ready to tumble into Sol’s arms.

It seemed like her hand would have to do. The orgasms her fingers brought her were pitiful, but they were her only option. It’s not like she could sleep with another man.

A bright smile warmed her face.

Another man, huh?

Her fingers flew across her keyboard as she browsed adult websites for an artificial version of Sol’s cock. The internet offered an impressive range of dildos, and she grew more excited with every click.

She figured that if Sol had his secrets, so could she.

— • — 

Her lover arrived in a cardboard box three days later, as big and as pink as depicted online. She breezed through work that day, desperate to give it a proper welcome. As Sol spent time with Light, she slid into the basement and spent some time with herself.

The basement was full of gym equipment. It was windowless and private, perfect for the activities she had in mind. With excitement present in her walk, she sat down on the only couch in the room and spread her legs. She thought of her mate’s naked body as she placed the cold tip of her tool against her entrance, which puckered hungrily.

She pushed it inside of her and shrieked. It felt unnatural— cold and plastic. It wasn’t warm like Sol’s cock. Its veins didn’t throb like his did, its tip didn’t secrete sperm, and its balls were non-existent.

It took her many strokes to get used to it. She was giddy with excitement. Somewhere in the house was Sol, unaware of her secret. The fact was nothing but satisfying.

She came hard, and she felt so elated that for a good while she stopped caring about the ache in her breasts.

— • — 

Sol could tell that his mate was up to something. Every night after putting Light to sleep, she disappeared and returned to their room with a smug smile. The expression had no business being on her face. His beautiful, calculative, calm Arabella wasn’t smug.

She was hiding something, and he was desperate to find out what. That night, he grabbed Light’s baby monitor and followed her.

He watched her lock herself within their basement. It took him roughly five minutes to quietly unlock the door with his bare hands. He could’ve kicked it in, but he didn’t want to disrupt her. He moved the door aside, and it betraying shrieked. He was sure that she had noticed the sound but pushed forward anyway.

He quickly realized that Arabella hadn’t heard him because the sound had gotten drowned by the moans that were flooding out of her mouth.

His jaw dropped.

Arabella’s hips kept dancing.

She had no idea that she was mooning her alpha, mate, and husband, so she carelessly lifted her hips and slammed them down to the dildo in repeated twerking motions. The hot pink object was perched on the floor and getting straddled by her. There was a pool of wetness that surrounded its base and tainted the carpet a deeper shade of red. Sol realized that the liquid was the drooling of Arabella’s pussy which announced that it was having the time of its life.

“Sloth.”

Sol had never seen her scramble to her feet so fast.

With her pussy full of artificial cock, she turned to face him.

“What are you doing here?” she squealed as she reached between her legs to unplug herself.

Sol appeared in front of her and latched onto her wrist, locking her lover deep inside her. The volcanic rage within him was almost as hot as the cum in his balls. He glared at the audacious woman in front of him with as much anger his irises could embody.

Arabella tried to pull the dildo out of herself again, but he forbade it. She needed punishment. He took his job as father, mate, and alpha very seriously. His reasons for living were to provide and protect, and Arabella had dared to find a provider elsewhere. She tried to replace him with a cheap scrap of plastic.

He had never felt this offended before.

He glanced at his testosterone-pulsing body. He was all man; equipped with the tongue, muscles, cock, and semen to keep her sated and give her anything she wanted— be it endless orgasms or a child. Yet she chose to confide in an inanimate object?

“Oh baby,” he grumbled as he reached up to caress her cheekbone.

“You really did it this time.”

“Wha—”

He spun her around and positioned her on her knees. Arabella gripped his forearm and spat a “no,” before he numbed her brain with his intoxicating touch.

“You won’t fuck me until you agree that we aren’t moving. I am not leaving my home!”

“Stubborn woman,” he growled before reaching between her thighs and pulling the dildo until it was half-way out. A noise she had never made before burst out of her lips when he shoved the toy back into her depths. “Fine. You win. If it means so much to you, then we’ll keep the damnned thing.”

Satisfied, she tried to turn and kiss him, but Sol was having none of it.

With one hand on her hip and another on her shoulder, he pressed down until her face was one with the carpet. The sound of a zipper flying down signaled the unwrapping of her demise.

The fat meat of his cock slapped against her ass, and her pussy immediately recognized its true owner. The pink tool inside of it had no warmth or passion of its own, but Sol’s cock was alive and irreplaceable.

She felt him press against her forbidden hole and flinched. “What are you doing?” she asked through her face-full of carpet. “Shouldn’t you take that thing out of me?”

“No,” Sol grunted as he mounted her, pushing his tip into her anus.

She gasped with surprise. He had fucked her there before but typically preferred her cunt.

“You wanted to get fucked by some cheap plastic, didn’t you?”

He sheathed himself fully inside, emptying her lungs as he filled her tight hole.

“Then you’ll get fucked by both,” he snarled as he began to thrust. “And then you’ll decide for yourself which you prefer.”

His feet were planted on the ground, and his knees bent as he speared into her. Gravity joined the party and made his balls swing with every thrust. They tapped the dildo in her pussy, hammering it deeper into her.

Arabella felt like a balloon ready to pop. She was so full. Her tits were pooled with milk, her cunt stuffed by her pink toy, and her ass plugged by her mate. All she could do was pant as Sol reminded her to who her holes belonged. Meanwhile, the dildo remained idly stiff. Its lack of enthusiasm was driving her crazy. She wanted friction in her pussy, but the useless thing couldn’t move on its own.

“Please… please change holes,” she begged pathetically as he bottomed out again.

“Why? Is your little friend not satisfying you?” Sol taunted as he continued to fuck her ass.

“Sol!” she cried out with frustration.

He felt good between her asscheeks; but she knew how his meat felt inside her lips, channel, and cervix.

“Why don’t you nicely ask it to fuck you like I’m fucking you?” he growled as he hooked his fingers into her hips.

She arched her back, hoping that the angle would direct friction to her pussy.

“It can’t. Only you can,” she groaned frustratedly.

“Yes. And don’t forget it,” he demanded.

He came deep inside her ass to leave it a memento before reaching for her pussy and unplugging her. The moment the dildo was removed, it was as if a dam had cracked. Endless waves of wetness trailed down her lips and thighs. Before she flooded the basement, Sol slid inside and plugged her back up. Her pussy immediately recognized his girth, and her muscles fluttered happily.

“More!” she demanded as she threw her hips back.

The sound of slobbering filled the room as he filthily plunged in and out of her flesh. The sound competed with her begs for more. Her urges and lewd moans reached a concerning volume. Fearing that she would wake up Light, he grabbed his enemy— the dildo and shoved it into her mouth.

With her mouth occupied, her speech became limited, but she didn’t care. Her tits were leaking as if they had a dozen babies to feed, and the milk trickled down her neck and floor. Still, she didn’t care. Her pussy was getting fed a delicious meal, and she would endure anything to receive dessert. She wanted cum.

Sol paused his delirious pounding to sink into his knees. He grabbed her hips and turned her around before shoving his cock back into her guts. Arabella’s lips were obediently puckered around the dildo. He removed it and replaced it with his lips, ensuring that she couldn’t continue her vocal theatrics. 

As he resumed his thrusting, he moved his hands to her tits. They were stiff, and he couldn’t imagine how uncomfortable they felt. He showed the breasts kindness, gently massaging them as he hypocritically fucked her cunt with bruising strength. Milk wet his hands as he softly handled her, but he didn’t care.

Arabella was sure that she was leaking everywhere. Her pussy, breasts, and anus had turned into fleshy fountains. She wouldn’t have been surprised if her mouth was drooling as well.

She panted once, twice, thrice, and then arched her back as her core was dipped into velvet pleasure. Sol was there to catch her moan with his mouth and thank her pussy for having him by sprouting a refreshing stream of semen into it.

He stilled his jerky movements and continued to work her breasts. He stared at them as he massaged the swelling. Fat streaks of milk spilled out, trickling down her naval and the sides of her breasts.

She stared at him, dazedly.

“What are you doing honey?” he asked when her eyes began to hood.

“Sleep…”

“Oh baby,” he sighed as he leaned down to suck the milk that had pooled in her belly button.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Arabella opened her eyes. “No more secrets, okay?”

Sol nodded as he fully sheathed his erect cock back where it belonged.

“No more secrets… or dildos.”

— • — 

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