This is the smut scene for Book 5, Moros, Chapter 37 "MEETING THE IN-LAWS". Go back to Moros if you haven't finished reading the newest chapter yet!

WARNINGS: Somnophilia (dw, they discussed this beforehand), oral and vaginal sex, creampie/unprotected sex.

Kinda vanilla to be honest if you look up at the warnings... nothing supremely dirty happens here (in my opinion). Also, it's been like nine fucking chapters since I wrote smut, holy shit. Forgive me if my skills are lacking, I promise to, uh... practice more when book six comes 😉 😉 😉

WHEN ESMERELDA WOKE UP, FOR a terrifying second, she thought yesterday's events was nothing more than just a beautiful dream. A figment of her imagination that she created out of desperation for happy ending.

But then she felt the weight of Ethan's arm wrapped around her body and heard his unbearably loud snores and nearly cried tears of joy. Yesterday wasn't a dream. She and her father were truly alive again, and she even got to reunite with Ethan after a whole month of believing that she would never see him again until he passed as well.

She turned around so she was facing him, resting her head on his chest while her fingers clutched at the fabric of his shirt almost desperately.

They had ten—no, nine now—days to themselves before they were going to be shipped off to wherever Hera wanted to send them. It was annoying in Esmerelda's opinion. She had died, then came back to life and barely even a day later the gods were already throwing more things at her. She had to do Hera's stupid mission and then complete the quest to (hopefully) defeat Gaea.

At least I'll be with Ethan, she told herself, though she didn't quite enjoy the fact that he would be suffering alongside her. She wanted some peace with him, preferably for a month or two (she would say 'forever' but she knew the Fates would never be that kind. Hell, even asking for a month was already pushing it).

As quietly as she could, she pushed herself into an upright position, her head tilting to the side lazily to admire her lover. Ethan, however, had signs of exhaustion and depression all over his face. His skin was no longer fair but unhealthily pale. There were faint lines of stress on his face that she lightly traced with her fingers, and dark bags under his eyes. He looked a bit skinnier too, like he had been skipping out on meals.

He was getting better at least, she knew that. He was also a lot happier now, she heard the pure relief and joy laced in his voice when they quietly talked to each other in the night before. But the grief had long since worn him down even though there was no longer anything to grieve for.

"Oh Ethan," she whispered, gently caressing his cold cheek before leaning down to press her lips against his forehead.

For a whole month he had been grieving for her and it had clearly taken a toll on his body. He was slowly becoming happier now that she was back, but she still felt like she needed to make it up to him. Of course, being around him would be enough, but she wanted to do something more. Nothing too grand, Ethan preferred simpler things. Breakfast in bed? Law and Order marathon? Maybe help him prepare for Sirius' case?

And then it clicked in her head.

The quickest way to make Ethan feel better...

Her entire face burned in embarrassment just from thinking about it, but knowing Ethan and how, er... excited he could get, she knew that this would easily lift up his mood. It didn't take her that long to come to a decision though, because she wasn't exactly complaining about her... idea.

As carefully as she could to not jostle him awake, she sneaked herself under the blanket and went to work.

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Ethan felt hot all over. It was enough to snap him awake. As he tried to come to his senses, a low moan slipped through his lips when he felt a sudden strike of pleasure course through him.

He had no idea what was happening. It was like waking up after having a wet dream, except it felt like the wet dream was still going on. His cock was hard, but he could feel hands on it running up and down, followed by the sensation of a wet tongue.

He was wide awake, unable to stop the breathy sigh escaping his lips. He immediately looked down and felt like coming just from what he saw.

It was the hottest thing ever. Esmerelda was laying between his legs with her pretty lips wrapped around his cock. She seemed a bit occupied by it, working hard to bob her head up and down his length. She hadn't even realized he was awake until she glanced up.

Her face reddened with embarrassment and she slowly pulled away.

"Um, good morning," she greeted, giving him a shy look.

"This is definitely a good morning," he agreed, still stunned by what was happening. "A really, really good one."

"I wanted to make you feel better," she explained herself, looking unsure. "Is it... is it working?"

"Oh yeah," the answer was immediate. "You know, I wouldn't mind it if you were to greet me like this every morning..."

Her face turned even redder at the suggestion. Ethan just sent her a wolfish grin before placing his hand on her head to gently coax her to continue with her... ministrations.

He couldn't believe this was happening. It had always been him to initiate sex first. Esmerelda had never done something like this before. She was too shy for it, so seeing her being so bold was certainly something he hadn't been expecting.

Not that he was complaining. He would definitely start suggesting her to wake him up like this every morning (though he knew it would take some coaxing).

He let out a hum of appreciation once she got back to work, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear while he continued to admire her. She was still wearing her white night dress, the cute and lacy one that he hadn't seen until the night before. As his gaze trailed downwards, he felt his throat run dry when he saw her breasts bunched up and fought the urge to reach out to grope her.

But suddenly he felt the tip of his cock reach the back of her throat, and his hand instinctively went back to grab her by the hair to force her head down deeper. She let out a small choking noise at the sudden action, but didn't do anything to push away. In fact, he could feel her lips already sucking him off and her tongue licking every inch of his cock that she could. She was enjoying this.

He let out a low chuckle. "You should really greet me like this every morning. This is the best fucking way to wake up."

Her reply was incoherent since her mouth was busy with other matters, but the embarrassed look she gave him with her watery eyes only made him jerk his hips up in response. She let out a little whiny noise, but he shut her up by forcing her head down some more.

"Almost there," he breathed out heavily, bobbing her head up and down, making sure his cock would hit the deepest parts of her throat that it could reach before pulling away and repeating the process again.

Esmerelda clutched at the bed sheets, no longer bothering to move on her own and instead letting Ethan have his way with her mouth. She knew through experience (and she had a lot of experience) that he liked to take control of the pace. Not that she minded, anyways. He always went always rough and fast, just the way she liked it.

Occasionally she would let out pleased little moans as he facefucked her, the humming sensations coursing through his cock and making him ram into her throat even more. Her tongue would sweep around him, brushing against any vein it could come across

When he started lifting his hips up to thrust farther to hit deeper into her mouth, she knew he was getting close. A quick glance up confirmed that. His head was thrown back against the pillow, his chest was heaving up and down, and his grip around her head was becoming tighter. When he lodged himself deep into her throat and stayed there, she didn't even need to be told what to do next.

She could feel him spurting his cum down her throat and immediately swallowed as much of it as she could. Finally, Ethan released her hair, so she slowly sat up until his cock slipped out of her mouth. She proceeded to lap up the rest of his cum leaking up from his slit while looking up to see the satisfied smirk on his face.

"Good girl," he crooned, running his fingers through her hair in a much more soothing manner than before.

"Do you feel better now?" She asked innocently, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock.

"Give me more," he purred, and she nodded in response, eagerly sitting up so she was straddling his lap before going into a kneeling position.

He eyed her up and down, feeling himself harden at what he was seeing. Her chest was heaving and thanks to how wild he had been on her, the straps of her dress had slipped down her shoulders, the neckline of her dress falling down slightly too. Annoyingly enough, the neckline was just barely exposing her breasts to him, only showing a tantalizingly amount of her chest.

(It was fine though, he could rip it off of her later.)

He stroked himself at the pretty sight, rubbing his cock against the fabric of her dress like he was prompting her to remove it already.

She lifted up the sides of her night dress a little bit, exposing her soaking wet pussy like she was offering herself up. Slowly, she sank down on his cock, a shiver of pleasure running up her spine as her warm walls automatically squeezed around him.

"You're so big, Ethan," she said sweetly. "I miss how good you stretch me out."

He could barely give her a clear reply, too busy throwing his head back against his pillow. His greedy hands reached out to grab her by the hips, his nails digging hard into her flesh while he withheld the violent urge to start fucking her already.

And then she started moving up and down on his lap. They had barely started, and there was already so much ecstasy written on her expression.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered, placing her hands on his abs as she continued to bounce on him. "It's just been so long, I couldn't wait...! Am I doing good, Ethan?"

"So fucking good," he panted out to reassure her. His hands were grabbing onto her, but they weren't doing much else.

Esmerelda had rode him multiple times before, but he was always the one in control. Usually, he would be moving her up and down at his own pace but with how fast she was already going, he felt like letting her ride him at her own pace was perfectly fine for once.

He felt like he was in a dizzying rush, his pleasure swelling beyond belief. He could feel his lips moving but could barely hear the praises that were spilling through him and the deep moans of appreciation as slammed herself down on him. All he could really focus on hearing was the sounds of skin smacking against skin and the cute noises she would make.

Meanwhile, Esmerelda was crying out with delight, her eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head. His cock was hitting her hard and it was battering into her so deeply that she already felt close to an orgasm. It didn't help that he was stretching her out so much too.

"You feel so good," she exclaimed between heavy breaths, feeling the straps of her dress slip further down her arms. She didn't even care enough to present herself more appropriately and just continued to bounce on his cock shamelessly without a care in the world. "Oh gods yes, I want more, please, please, please, Ethan!"

He could hear her begging for him. For what, he didn't know, nor did he care either. He tightened his grip around her hips before finally moving his pelvis up and down to match her rapid pace.

"Is this what you want?" He teased her, giving her a nice spank on the ass.

"Yes!" She let out a squeal of approval, her nails digging into his skin as she slurred out more words of appreciation as they both gave in to their lust. "Oh gods please, I love you!"

His hips were slamming upwards to meet hers while she, in turn, would push down onto his cock. They would repeat the process over and over again, their speed only increasing the more frenzied and desperate they became.

When Ethan battered against her bundle of nerves once more, Esmerelda knew she was going to explode soon.

"Coming," she gasped out loud, her body burning all over.

"I got you, angel, don't worry," he replied back, his body just as hot. He slammed her hips back down and buried himself within her right before he came, hard shots of cum spewing into her pussy in a gooey release. He fired off spurt after spurt of cum into her while she whined on his lap for more.

She's so greedy, he thought wildly. And she wanted more of him, so who was he to deny her of what she wanted?

Eagerly, he reached out to grasp the edges of her dress and slipped it off of her. With renewed vigor, he sat up and practically pushed her down onto the bed so he was hovering over her this time.

He grabbed her thighs before throwing them up and then forcing her legs downwards until her knees were pressed against the bed beside her. Then he rammed his cock into her hole and started to fuck her into a hopeless, dizzy submission just the way she wanted.

Cries of 'yes yes yes!' and his name were thrown about, and a small part of Ethan wondered if she had cast a silencing charm around the room. She probably had, because if she didn't, then he was pretty sure the entire household would come storming in with her father leading the charge.

He definitely should not be doing this right now, fucking his girlfriend with wild abandon at her father's old room, but he honestly couldn't care less. Everyone could walk in here and witness their debauchery at this very moment and he would still keep fucking her.

"You're so fucking cute," he groaned as he laid hot kisses over her neck, his hands roughly groping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. "Gods, I wanna fuck you like this every day. But you want that, don't you?"

"I want it," she moaned, her hands grasping tufts of his silky black hair. "Every day, I don't care! I need you, I miss you so much!"

"You want me to use you like a little fuck toy?" He breathed into her ear before burying his face back into her neck to suck on it.

"Oh, please use me!" She begged, throwing her head back, allowing him more access to her chest. He immediately leaned down and wrapped his lips around one of her rosy pink nipples before moving on to the other one.

While his mouth was latched onto her chest, his cock was brutally slamming down into her pussy, wrecking her thoroughly to the point that she was an incoherent babbling mess of moans and pleas. Her exclamation of devotion and submissiveness seemed to have completely driven him insane with desire.

She was all his now, completely under his control and she wasn't going to be leaving any time soon either. She was just as drunk in euphoric bliss, constant praises spilling from her reddened lips as he fucked her quicker and rougher, satisfying an intense hunger that the both of them were feeling.

"I love you so fucking much," he moaned into her neck, as he pinned her hands down beside her head, his thrusts growing more powerful every second. Every sweet noise that would come from her throat made a show of how hopeless she was underneath him, and how much she was completely wrapped around his finger (but then again, he was wrapped around her finger too, so now they were even).

"Gonna come," her breath hitched. "Ethan please—come inside me, please—!"

He cut her off with a grunt, increasing his pace and ravaging her while he watched with possessive glee at the pure carnal desire on her face. Then, he shoved himself deep inside of her and did as she wanted: he came inside of her. He pumped her full of a creamy, messy load. He pushed down into her some more, relishing in the way she would thrash helplessly underneath him, shrieking in pleasure as she filled to the brim.

After a whole minute of staying still, he finally pulled out of her, allowing her legs to fall limply on the bed.

"Holy shit," he panted. "Wanna go another round?"

Weakly, she lifted her head up to face him. Despite how tired she looked, he could see the undeniable excitement still flashing in her eyes.

"Yes please," she replied sweetly, teasingly spreading her legs open for him.

— author's note —

Unfortunately, Ethan's too much of a dom to let poor lil Essie take over for too long 😔 At least he was nice enough to let her ride him at her own pace and without him taking charge.