Just a Taste Part 25

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Rain Dayze

Ch 25: Isabella's Epilogue: The Woods

Isabella

August 7th, 2025- Ontario, Canada- 9:32 AM

"By the power vested in me, through the will of our loving Father in heaven, I re-pronounce you man and wife." Father Grady declared, closing his leather-bound copy of the Bible. "You may kiss the bride."

The butterflies in my stomach did somersaults. Finally, after all the drama, murders, secrets, and psychos, Dylan and I are married.

One hundred percent, legally and emotionally binding, tethered together for the rest of our lives.

And I couldn't be happier.

Neither could my butterflies either, because as Dylan tried to kiss me, I vomited all over his pristine black and white tuxedo.

Fuck my life, of course I would get sick on my wedding day!

In front of the small community who supported us, surrounded by the breathtaking beauty of Lake of the Woods, and under the omniscient eyes of God, I hurled partially digested egg chunks and coffee onto my husband.

Then I collapsed onto the ground. Covering my lacy white gown in dirt and dried leaves.

"Breathe darling," Dylan muttered, kneeling beside me. "We'll get you looked at. Don't worry about anything else."

Father Grady called 911, while I sobbed loudly.

Dylan didn't care about his suit, or that I ruined our big day, he only cared about my well-being.

"I'm sorry..." I mumbled, exhaling slowly.

Sirens blared nearby.

Thank God.

"They're here," Dylan whispered, scooping me into his powerful arms. "Let's get you better."

We spent an hour in the emergency room. Both of us felt a sense of uncertainty about my sudden illness. Especially since I felt fine in the days leading up to the wedding. It was... suspicious. To me at least, Dylan seemed concerned, yet nonchalant.

Our wedding reception at the lakeside cottage proceeded without us, because we had already paid for everything. No reason to waste good food or decorations.

Besides, Dylan and I would celebrate later in private, so it wasn't a tremendous loss for us.

A young male doctor in green scrubs and a white lab coat walked over to us with a wide, cheerful smile and announced, "Well, we figured out the problem, Mrs. Whiscott. Congratulations. You're pregnant."

"Oh," I gasped, eyes wide with shock. "But my period wasn't late this month, so how's that possible?"

He grinned, flipping through the lab results. "Sometimes, women have hormonal fluctuations that allow for a small menstrual cycle to occur while pregnant. Your blood work shows you aren't on birth control. Do you use condoms during sex?"

Dylan interjected with a playful smirk. "Not always. We pull out a lot."

"Yeah," The doctor sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. "That'll do it. The pull-out method is only seventy-eight percent effective. Anyway, a person from Imaging will be here shortly to measure the fetus's size."

Both of us nodded silently.

"Good luck, you two, and congratulations!" The doctor cheered, walking out of my room into the hallway.

My hand instinctively rubbed my stomach. Tears teased the corners of my eyes as I realized it was puffier than before. How did I not notice this during my dress fitting? Or when I took a shower?

"Hey," Dylan murmured, placing his on mine. "It's going to be okay, darling. You're not alone in this."

"Oh, Deacon, we're having a baby!" I giggled, squeezing his hand affectionately.

Chuckling, Dylan leaned forward and captured my lips with his. "Yes, Elise, we are. And we will raise them with love, and they will live in peace.

I sighed in contentment. He was right. Thanks to our unique situation, the baby would be safe. From harm, abuse, and persecution.

Or, if we're lucky, from ever discovering the truth.

Hours later...

After getting a vaginal ultrasound, we found out that our baby was roughly seven weeks old. Including incubation days, it meant that we conceived the baby during our 'engagement' liaison.

We laughed about it on the way to our new location: a lakeside cottage, isolated from everyone and everything.

The perfect place to kick-start our honeymoon.

Dylan princess-carried me across the threshold, while I giggled like a schoolgirl. He was being ridiculous, as I wasn't in my wedding dress anymore. Just a pair of shorts and a tank top.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked, looking around the humble cottage, admiring the quaint, hand-woven curtains and rustic furniture.

He shrugged. "Because I can. Now, where to wife/mother of my child?"

I blushed furiously, biting my bottom lip. "Actually, I was thinking we could have our... celebration. Considering the good news and all."

A wicked smile graced his lips; his eyes darkened with lust. "Are you up for that? Do you remember the rules? What to say if it's too much?"

Pressing my thighs together, I nodded. "Yes, sir, I do."

Dylan cupped my chin, forcing me to lock eyes with him. "Just remember, Isabella, that I love you with all my heart and soul. Even if in a few minutes..." He brushed his lips against my ear. "I'll fuck you as if I hate your guts."

"I will," I panted. My body felt hot, and my mind was dizzy with desire. "Please put me down. I can't wait anymore..."

Without hesitation, he planted me on the hardwood floor, then kissed me with urgency. Fingers dug into my hair; his tongue assaulting my mouth, and his erection stabbing my navel in excitement.

Our lips still grazing, he rasped, "When you open the door, you have thirty seconds." He tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth. "Now go!"

Sprinting to the door, I flung it open and ran into the nearby woods. I had less than thirty seconds before the hunt began, and I'd like to mentally prepare first.

The wind whipped through my hair; intricately tangling my overgrown strawberry blonde locks with leaves and dirt particles as I traveled deeper into the woods.

Panting, my heart thundered with an excitement that I had never felt before. It was almost as if a bolt of lightning struck me in the shoulder, and the buzzing energy and heat were decimating my insides. Deliciously, of course.

Inhaling the fresh, woodsy scent, I stopped in my tracks. Fully content with my location, I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of nature. Birds singing happily, squirrels and other critters chittering, trees swaying in the breeze.

And then I heard it. Dylan's feet stomping through the bushes.

Wetness pooled between my thighs, my body trembled in anticipation. I was ready for him.

Dylan's muscular body collided with mine, sending both of us tumbling to the ground below.

Like an animal, he shoved my face into the dirt and tore my clothes off in long strips, tossing them around with reckless abandon. Destroying the only barrier between him and my throbbing pussy.

When I was completely exposed and vulnerable, he bound my arms and legs with loose vines; positioning them in a way that I couldn't move even if I fought back, which I wasn't. Then, as I steadied my frantic breathing, he impaled me with his steel-hard cock.

He didn't prepare me beforehand, or ease into me like he usually did, because he didn't need to. I had consented to this activity long ago, and to be honest, I was so fucking horny that I knew his dick would slide in without issues.

Dylan didn't speak, guide, or soothe me. Instead, he savagely pistoned his hips without hesitation or breaks. Each thrust made my walls clench tighter and tighter; my clit throbbed with need as it brushed against a cold rock beneath me, and my apex wept with arousal.

It was painful, three times worse than our first time together, but it was fucking worth it. This aggressive, animalistic hate-fucking stroked a desire within me that I didn't know I needed: to be claimed against my will by the man I love.

Our 'scene' didn't last long, as Dylan growled his monstrous release deep inside at the same time I screamed, coating him from the waist down in my essence.

We collapsed together into a bundle of leaves and tree branches, creating a breathless, exhausted pile of flesh and limbs.

Releasing me from my bondage, Dylan curled his arms around my waist, cradling my for-now flat stomach.

"I can't wait to meet our baby, Isabella." Dylan whispered, rubbing circles around my navel. "I hope it's a beautiful girl who looks like you."

Covering his hand with mine, I smiled. "Me too. But I wish for a handsome little boy who looks like you."

Dylan shrugged. "Maybe we'll have surprise twins? You never know. Those scans don't always catch everything."

"Don't curse me, you jerk!" I teased, elbowing him in the gut.

He chuckled. "Whichever gender it is, or how many, it's our baby. It'll never be a curse."

Kissing his hand, I nodded. He was right. Our baby was a blessing, and a welcome surprise. So what if we had one or four at once? The two of us would figure it out.

We embraced, engulfing each other in a comfortable warmth as our eyes closed. Satiated, relaxed, and deeply in love.

And to think, all of this began because some psycho wanted to eat me.

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