Chapter 5: Epilogue
Days turned to nights and weeks turned to months as Drew and Lea nestled in the warm embrace of their newfound companionship. Their days found the tandem serving drinks amid the aromatic ambiance of the Miss Fortune Saloon. Bottle after bottle of Johnny Walker's finest poured over the family of miscreants who sought refuge from the dry expanse beyond these small, wooden walls.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the corks popped and laughter echoed through the tavern.
Most patrons retired to their respective rooms for the night, but a handful remained. Among them were Drew and Lea, their bodies thoroughly drained, but their desire still at its peak.
Dressed in only their undergarments, they settled next to each other, his arm resting protectively around her shoulders.
In this dimly lit room, their tempers flared as they indulged in what they'd denied themselves for so long. The almost indecipherable scent of the vintage whiskey lingered in the air, evoking memories of sweat, simulation, and stolen moments.
Locking eager eyes, Drew smiled mischievously, shifting his arm down to the hem of Lea's dress.
With a reverberating yank, the fabric tore free, releasing her ample breasts as they bounced invitingly. Bigger than they first met.
Lea suppressed an audible gasp, gazing hungrily as he paused to study the sight before him. The curves of her impressive breasts taunted him, her nipples erect and constricted, prickling with an unavoidable anticipation of his lips and tongue.
He leaned forward reverently, trailing his lips around the edge of a pert nipple before suckling it gently into his mouth. He tastes his woman's milk reserved for the child in her womb.
A sudden intake of breath punctuated Lea's growing whimpers, echoing the sharp, serrated pleasure she experienced. Drew knew exactly how she liked it—the way his tongue flicked in rhythmic repetition, brushing delicately against her sensitive bud—and he cherished the sounds that emanated from her as he roused her body.
Lea arched her back seductively, a wordless plea for more as she surrendered control to him. Her protruding belly shivering with anticipation.
Drew's hands explored the new curves of her body, enjoying the heaviness of her fuller breasts and the swell of her womb. He continued to tease her nipples with his tongue, eliciting needy whimpers from her lips.
But as he felt her body shuddering with an uncontainable urge, he couldn't help but think about a deeper form of pleasure—one that was still somewhat taboo but undeniably enticing.
Drew trailed his fingers down the curve of her stomach, past the glistening treasure of her arousal, and gently brushed against her puckered entrance.
Lea tensed momentarily before relaxing into the sensation, knowing what was coming next. She felt him shift behind her, his cock twitching with anticipation against her lower back.
Lea's heart pounded in her chest, the rush of the unknown making her even more excited.
"Easy there, little one," Drew murmured against the warmth of her neck. His fingers trailed around her buttock, slipping between her wet folds to gather the evidence of her longing. She shivered, pressing into his touch involuntarily, wanting him to know just how much she desired this moment.
Drew circled her entrance with his middle finger, eliciting a gasp and a shudder as he gently probed.
He whispered lasciviously, "You want it."
She moaned, unable to form words in response to the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her body. Drew's fingertipsnow expertly probed and stroked Lea's moist canal, sending waves of ecstasy surging deep within her core. Her moans grew louder with each thrust of his finger, punctuated by desperate whimpers as she longed for more.
Drew slipped his index finger alongside his middle one, exploiting her sensitivity as he aroused her even further.
He knew her body by now, understood her every twitch and gasp, and this only fueled his lust.
She moaned, desperate for more as he penetrated her tenderly. But Drew wanted to give her something she'd never forget. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers before applying a generous amount of her slick wetness to his throbbing cock.
"Lea," he murmured in a low, guttural tone, "I want you to know that this isn't just part of your fantasies anymore.
I want you more than you can ever imagine. I want to do things to you and with you that will make the entire world disappear. I want our bodies to become one."
She trembled at his words, as if they were a potent aphrodisiac meant to enslave her to him forever. Her heart pounded against her chest, keeping time with the burning heat that was pooling between her legs.
And then, he touched her again—his fingers tracing the curves of her ass before delving between her thighs.
His touch ignited something primal within her, and she pushed against him with a breathy sigh.
"I want that too," she managed to whisper, her voice hoarse with desire.
Drew looked down at his cock, gleaming with her wetness, before locking eyes with Lea.
"I'm going in," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Their eyes never left each other as he guided himself to her entrance. He pushed just the tip in before pulling back out—a tantalizing tease.
"More," she demanded, her voice breathy with pleasure. "I want all of you."
Drew obliged, slowly thrusting deeper into her as Lea moaned and arched her back. Each inch felt like a victory as he claimed more of her, savoring the tight heat that surrounded him.
"Christ almighty, Drew," Lea swore under her breath, her hands gripping the headboard for dear life. With every thrust, Drew grunted in sheer satisfaction at finally being inside the woman he'd longed for months.
"Tell me how badly you want it," he demanded, his voice carrying an animalistic hunger.
"You have no idea how bad I want it," she admitted brokenly, her body trembling uncontrollably as she accommodated his size. She gasped for air and cried out with each of his thrusts, feeling like it was the first time ever—this was a whole new plane of pleasure that no one else could replicate. As he continued to penetrate her deeply, it was if the two were becoming one.
He couldn't help but drive himself deeper, filling her up with every stroke. Their bodies slapped together in a messy symphony of pleasure, like an orchestra playing a passionate song. In, out, in, out. Every thrust driving them both closer to an unavoidable peak.
"Fuck," he groaned, his voice strained and tight. "You feel incredible, Lea."
"I'm close," she admitted breathlessly, clawing at the headboard with her painted fingernails.
"God, Drew, I'm so fucking close."
Her confession only fueled him to thrust harder, slapping his hips against her ass with each measured stroke.
"Say it," he urged, his voice barely above a growl.
"I want you, Drew. Only you."
He shuddered at her words, the pleasure intensifying as he felt her body tensing beneath him. Each one of his thrusts surged a new wave of bliss that was impossible to ignore, impossible to resist.
They were entirely consumed by the physical connection, each maneuver breaching entirely new frontiers for both of them. Without thinking, she yelled out, " Baby!" This was new, it was raw, as his name fell out of her lips in a pleading whisper, expressing her unapologetic surrender.
"You have no idea how hot that sounds," he said, looking at her like she was everything he desired. Without thinking, she rocked back onto him, accepting his invitation to take control.
Their bodies moved as one, locked in a rhythmic dance of passion that surpassed anything either of them had ever experienced before.
His hands moved with purpose, massaging her breasts, running circles around her nipples, before sliding down to her waist, hips, and thighs. She reveled in his touch, feeling the release of tension seep from her very core.
Both surrendered themselves to the sensations coursing through them.
Lea's back arched as Drew's hands found her hips, pulling her into each thrust with a hunger that bordered on primal.
Their pace quickened, sweat glistening on their skin as their bodies moved in unison. Every gasp, every whimper, and every moan became a symphony of pleasure, filling the room with their passionate lovemaking.
Drew's fingers dug into her flesh, the raw intensity of their lovemaking building up to a fever pitch. Lea's head lolled back as she whispered his name over and over again. She cried out as he buried himself deep inside her, the force of his thrusts sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.
"Come for me, Lea," he demanded through gritted teeth, his own release mere moments away.
Her body obeyed, trembling and convulsing beneath him as she reached her peak.
Drew felt himself tightening, his control wavering as the tension built within him. Sweat poured from his brow, beading and running down his forehead. His growls became more frequent and guttural, matching the cries and whimpers Lea emitted.
Nearly beyond reason, Drew plunged into her one final time, a powerful roar escaping his lips as he climaxed.
His body shuddered and bucked, his seed pouring into her slick and waiting depths.
He let out a primal, visceral shout as his orgasm took hold, his cock jerking and twitching violently within her. Lea wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, gripping him close, her body still convulsing as she experienced her own climax.
Drew collapsed onto her, their bodies threatening to melt into a single being as the last of his orgasm subsided. His breath came shallow and erratic, his heart still racing from the intensity of the encounter.
Lea placed a gentle hand on his cheek, her thumb tracing along his jaw line.
They shared a tender glance, and their eyes seemed to speak volumes. Their physical exploits had left them breathless and spent, but the emotional connection between them was unfathomable.
The scent of sweat and unadulterated pleasure lingered in the room, mingling with the sweet aroma of the alcohol. Their bodies weaved a passionate dance—the kind that would leave any observer's blood running hot and wild.
"I want to try something," Drew murmured, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
Lea looked up at him with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity. "It's something I saw once. The woman... well... she swore it was the most intense thing she'd ever experienced." He kept his gaze locked with hers, liking the firey look in her eyes as the anticipation built.
Her throat went dry at the thought of whatever Drew was planning, but she nodded her agreement. There was a whisper of a smile on his lips as he leaned over her, taking her hands in his.
"Then we shouldn't waste a moment, now should we?" Drew's voice held an edge of mixed dominance and curiosity that sent a flutter of desire through Lea's veins. His thumbs traced circles on her knuckles as he looked intently into her eyes, waiting for her answer.
With a nod and a quivering inhale, Lea's eyes locked onto Drew's, searching for any hint that this was a good idea, that he understood what he was asking for.
But the hunger in his gaze made her trust him implicitly.
"Are you ready?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive.
Lea nodded, her voice catching in her throat. "Yes," she breathed, her heart pounding in her chest.
Drew didn't waste another moment. He bent down and captured her lips in a bruising kiss, their tongues dancing as his hands explored her exposed body. Lea let out a soft moan, her body arching toward him as his fingers found her wet, aching core.
He teased her entrance, dipping his fingers inside her only to retreat them again, drawing soft gasps from Lea. The anticipation was almost unbearable as she squirmed beneath him, desperate for more.
But Drew had other plans.
Withdrawing his teasing fingers, he positioned himself behind her. Lea's heart raced in response, knowing what was about to transpire.
"Wait, the bed," she whispered, arching her back.
He grinned wickedly and pulled her up with him. Their limbs entwined as they kissed once more and stumbled towards the bed, leaving the scent of sweat and whiskey in their wake.
Drew pushed her down on the soft mattress and pried her thighs open. His gaze drifted from her face down to the glistening treasure between her legs.
She was wet, and ready for him. In one swift motion, he positioned himself on top of her, his knees planted on either side of her hips.
Lea shifted beneath him, eager to feel him inside her once more.
Drew gripped his hard length and aligned it with Lea's other entrance. He looked into her eyes as he slowly pushed himself inside, watching as her mouth fell open and her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of his invasion.
He took his time, wanting to savor every moment as they became one.
Lea's body welcomed him, gripping him tightly with her slick, wet heat. With slow and deliberate movements, he inched deeper until their bodies were melded together, her hardened nipples pressed against his chiseled chest.
Then she had a unusual feeling in her rectum, a sensation that can only be described as being filled with liquid. She gasped, she knew what he was doing, he was peeing in her.
Her excitement level reached new heights as she felt his hot stream fill her, the sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt.
She trembled as Drew stayed inside her, continuing to fill her with piss. She cried out as that audacity of his returned in a new way she never expected. She turned to him Trying to say something.
Her voice cracks and husky as she finds it hard to put her thoughts into words. "What the fuck?"
Drew looks down at her, his eyes smolder with desire. He takes a slow drag on his cigarette. "That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
An angry blush spreads across Lea's cheeks. "I might have mentioned it in passing, but that doesn't mean I wanted it now."
Drew chuckles, dropping his cigarette butt with a flick of his wrist. The end glows red briefly before it dies out.
They lie there, breathing heavily and sweating profusely, still connected. Taking a moment to come back to reality, Lea turns to Drew and lets out a siren-like laugh, raising an eyebrow. "Well, what did you think? Is that how it feels to get Golden bidet 'ed by a bootlegger?" she says with a playful taunt.
"Got any more surprises up your sleeve, cowboy?"
Drew grins wickedly, holding his gaze with hers. "Oh, darling Lea, you have no idea. But I'll save those tricks for another night."
Lea rolls her eyes playfully, but her body betrays her excitement. "Whatever you say, Mr. Bootlegger." Then the peeing stops. " What do want to with this golden liquid in you ass?" Drew questioned. She gave a response that Drew wasn't expecting.
"Actually," Lea starts weakly, trying to suppress a blush she's feeling rise from her chest to her face. "I think we could try keeping it in me."
Drew arches an eyebrow, a confused expression spreading over his face. It takes him a moment to register what she's saying. When it finally sinks in, he bursts into laughter.
"That's a new fetish, babe," he chuckles playfully.
Lea blushes deeper, trying to deflect his good-natured teasing.
"You know what I mean," Drew clarifies, his eyes still gleaming with humor. "It's not every day that someone asks if they can keep a steady stream of warm piss inside of them."
He grazes her cheek with the tips of his fingers as he continues, "But if that's what you want, babe, who am I to deny you?"
Drew extracts himself from her, making the bed creak in protest at their sudden separation as he tries to find something to cork his wife's asshole. Lea takes the moment to recover, gasping for breath and reveling in the afterglow of their last encounter, pee slowing leaking from her rear-end.
Drew leans in to press a soft kiss against her lips.
"Don't move," he whispers, and with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he gets up from the bed.
Lea watches him as he moves to his dresser, her curiosity piqued. He rummages through the top drawer for a moment before turning around, holding a small, intricately carved, black object.
Lea's eyes widen in surprise as she recognizes it for what it is—a butt plug. She can't help but feel a little embarrassed about her earlier request to keep his piss in her.
Drew grins, walking back towards the bed, the butt plug twirling between his fingers. "I found this in the bottom drawer," he admits, a playful sparkle in his eyes.
"It's all yours, baby—to make you feel fulfilled until I return."
Lea looks at the black, compact object in a mixture of horror and fascination. It feels strange entering a new stage of their relationship, especially with the unexpected acts they've already experimented with tonight. Regardless, she couldn't deny the complex feelings that took root within her, craving for more intimacy.
"Put it in cork," she murmurs, slightly reluctant.
Drew smiles warmly, taking the golden cork beside the butt plug.
"So you do want to keep it in," he whispered, amusement twinkling in his eyes.
Lea nodded shyly, feeling a strange blush appearing on her cheeks, her body tightening as she watched Drew lube the device, his eyes filled with mischief and lust, her pussy trembling in anticipation.
"Let me take care of you fully," Drew seductively murmured, eyes locked onto Lea's.
He held up the butt plug, slick and ready to fill her.
She shuddered involuntarily as she took in the object—an intricate black design, crafted to serve the very purpose he teased: pleasure beyond expectation, to satiate this new hunger inside her.
Drew's inserts the cork as it gets gobbled by Lea's greedy anus. She sits up, now bloated with her child and her husbands urine, as she tries to get up to her feet.
As she moves, she can feel the weight of the urine in her. A peculiar feeling that only seems to enhance her current arousal. Drew watches as she winces slightly and places a firm but gentle hand on her slightly arched lower back.
"You alright there?" he asks with genuine concern in his voice.
"I think so," she replies whilst struggling to get into a more comfortable position. Drew's gaze returns to the butt plug, which stands proud and unmoving, acting almost as a symbol of their extraordinary relationship.
He can't help but grin at the memory of the night they shared, the night they broke free of societal constraints and embraced their most primal desires.
Meanwhile, Lea shifts her attention to the door, her ears pricking up at the sound of footsteps. She watches as Johnny Walker stumbles through the door, eyes wide and cheeks flushed with drink.
"Evenin'," Johnny mumbles, slurring his words as he takes in the scene before him. "I heard y'all got yourself quite the night here."
Lea raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "We did indeed," she purrs, her eyes never leaving Johnny's.
Johnny takes a moment to compose himself, licking his lips nervously.
Lea tilts her head to the side, regarding him with a mix of curiosity and desire.
She can't help but feel drawn to his stocky build and warm hazel eyes, which seem to glint with a hidden fire.
Johnny gulps down his drink, setting the empty glass down on the bar with a heavy thud.
He looks up at Lea with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.
Lea moves closer to Johnny, her curves accentuated by the dim golden light that filters through the wooden shutters.
She leans on the bar, her fingers tracing the polished surface. Johnny's eyes follow her every movement, the heat rising beneath his collar.
"You look a little heated, Johnny," Lea murmurs, a seductive smile playing on her lips. "Can I offer you another drink?"
Johnny shakes his head, searching for the right words. "Nah," he finally croaks.
"I think I had enough." A pause spread across the room as Johnny cast his eyes down, seemingly fumbling with some nonexistent loose thread on his sleeve. Lea smiled and continued her dance-like motions along the bar, the soft tinkling of glasses and ice accompanying her movements.
"Well then," she began, a coy glint in her eyes. "If you're not here for a drink, what can I do for you?" Johnny's gaze darted up to meet hers. He hesitated for a moment before deciding to let his desires be known.
"I've had enough. Instead, I made something on that day. Yah know, when Drew walked in." Johnny paused, his eyes darting between the two of them before continuing, "I figured I could make a little poem, to keep that day in remembrance."
He recited the following verse:
"I saw a man enter with no fame
With a fierce purpose, sharp and raw
He faced a woman with a heart of game
And banished all who dared create discord
The games he played were honest, yet craft
His opponents shook in their boots at sight
His skill and wit, game's greatest gift
Left both room and players marveling at height
Now, game complete, his share nigh gained
He'd soon return to games he'd never named
But one last visit to assuage his pain
Would undo all foundations forsaken
He'd pay the woman's price, lay his money on the line
Each night surrender his body, heart combine
In union they became, the elements one
An endless dance beneath the setting sun
Through darkness and simplicity the truth revealed
Two beings now tied, bodies interwoven
Love truly found, at the closing of the vale
Each night surrender his body, heart combine
Time has painted silver on their hair
And seasons rusted the hinges on the door
Years later still beneath the dying sun
These twain will find their love forever spun Beneath a golden umbra, their fates in twine
Each night surrender his body, heart combine"
Lea smiled at the poem, her eyes shining with gratitude and a newfound affection for Johnny. "You crafted that for us?" she asked, honestly touched. Johnny blushed, looking down at the bar as Lea continued, "We appreciate it more than we could possibly say."
Drew walked out of the adjoining room, hearing Johnny's words. He paused as he listened to the poem, watching Lea's face as she took in the words.
Pride swelled in his chest—proud at the very least that she found the gesture touching. But further still, he was elated that this stranger whom they had met only last night was able to capture the essence of their ill-fated romance within a simple poem.
"It's beautiful, Johnny. Thank you." Lea's voice was soft, but it held a sincerity that made Drew's heart race. The words were genuine, and he could see that they resonated with Johnny, as well.
After a moment of silence, Johnny smiled.