Chapter Twenty-Nine

"Lenya, grab the diaper bag," Lina shouts to me from the living room. " Pozhaluysta, nam nuzhno uyti, inache my opozdayem.(Please, we need to leave or we will be late.)"

As I approach the living room, I notice the chaos of toys scattered across the floor. My children, Dima and Vasya, are playfully rolling around, their laughter filling the air. Lina, my loving zhena (wife), stands before the mirror, adjusting her platok, and getting herself ready for liturgy. Seeing this scene before me, I can't help but feel overwhelming gratitude for the blessing of my family.

With Lina's reminder to grab the diaper bag, I swiftly pick it up, feeling its weight against my shoulder. It holds all the essentials for our outing, ensuring our little Vasya stays comfortable and well-equipped. The sound of my footsteps reverberates through the hall as I make my way toward the living room, anticipation building for the adventure that awaits us.

Dima and Vasya's laughter fills the room, creating an atmosphere of pure happiness. I can't help but smile, knowing that these precious moments truly matter in life.

Filled with love and appreciation, I cherish this moment. The chaos, the laughter, and the simple act of preparing to leave together remind me of the immense joy that my family brings me. In this moment, I feel truly blessed and grateful for the beautiful souls that surround me.

I never imagined God would grant me this life. After my mother's death, my world flipped on its axis. I became the monster my father bred me to be, what my mother fought for me not to turn into. Despite everything, God has blessed me with this woman. My woman. Who has given me a syn (son), who will give me more children.

He blessed me with Dmitriy, my oldest syn (son). I watch as Dima and Vasya continue to play, their innocent laughter filling the room. They bring me immense joy, motivating me to be a better person daily. Lina has been my rock, guiding me towards redemption and showing me the power that love gives me.

As I reflect on the blessings in my life, I remember the pain and darkness that had once consumed me. After my mother's death, I lost my way, succumbing to the anger and bitterness that my father instilled in me. By God"s grace, in a twisted manner, Lina appeared, becoming my obsession. Once I had her, she saw beyond my past and believed in the good that still lived within me.

With Lina by my side, I have learned to love and nurture, to provide a stable and loving home for my children. Dima, my oldest son, has brought so much light into my life. His curious mind and infectious laughter remind me of the beauty that exists in the world. With little Vasya, life continues to sweeten.

I take a moment to take in the scene. The chaos of toys, the laughter of my children, and the purpose in Lina's eyes as she prepares for liturgy. This is my family, my greatest blessing. I am filled with gratitude for the second chance at life that God has given me.

Taking a deep breath, I cleared my throat and spoke. "Are we ready to go?" Lina spins around, her floor-length dress swirling elegantly and her beautiful smile lighting up her face. She is a vision, the object of my every desire. It takes everything in me to not scoop her up and take her back to our room, strip her naked, and fuck her. I can worship our God from between her thighs.

Moya krasivvy Tsvetok (My beautiful flower) looks at me as if she can read my thoughts. Like she feels the same way. "Net (No)," she mouths to me. "Liturgy first. It will be good for the boys."

Not that I don't agree with her, I just want her for myself. The fact that I have to share her with the entire church community today slightly irritates me. Call me selfish, possessive even. I don't give a fuck. I am still getting over her being taken from me. Even though they are now dead, the thought still makes my blood boil.

"Moy lev? Davay zakonchim sluzheniye, a potom ty smozhesh' privezti menya domoy i delat' vse, chto zadumayesh'.(My lion? Let's get through service and then you can bring me home and do whatever it is that is on your mind.)"

I look into Lina's eyes, captivated by her beauty and the love that radiates from her. Despite my desires, I know that we have a responsibility to attend the liturgy and be present with our family and community. The thought of worshiping God together with Lina by my side brings me a sense of peace and fulfillment.

With a slight sigh, I nod in agreement with Lina's suggestion. She is right. It would be good for our boys to experience the liturgy and be a part of our church community. I reminded myself that my possessiveness directly resulted from the pain of losing her before, and I needed to appreciate the second chance at life that God has given us.

With a renewed sense of purpose, I smile at Lina and say, "Let's go. We're ready."

With Dima on my right side and Oleg and Ilya to my left, we stand together as Father Ireni"s voice fills the air during the Divine Liturgy. Lina"s gentle touch and the way she cradles our syn (son) to her chest make it impossible for me not to steal glances at them. Unable to tear my eyes away, I find myself losing all sense of time. It's only when Dima gives me a nudge do I realize that it's time for communion.

Parishioners move forward and I wait for moya zhena (my wife). Lina moves to stand in front of me. I extend my hand to rest on the small of her back. "Lenya," she hisses at me. "We are in line to receive communion."

I lean into her, my lips brushing her ear. "I'd like to see God try to get between my hand and your body. Careful moya krasivvy tsvetok (my beautiful flower), the cathedra looks mighty empty. And I know just how beautiful you look coming on my cock while we sit on that throne." My words cause her to draw in a breath, and from my proximity, I can almost feel the racing of her heart.

We inch closer to Fr. Ireni. Dima is in front of Lina receiving his communion, then steps to the side to allow Lina the space to have Vasya receive. I watch as my family follows Oleg and Mila. Ilya waits for me. I turn to Father and give him a smile. "Vladyka (Father)," my arms crossed over my chest, I crouch down to receive, kissing the chalice once done.

We make our way into the parish hall, and all I want is to grab Lina and do ungodly things to her, just so I can hear her moan my name. As we enter the parish hall, the anticipation of being alone with her grows stronger within me. The atmosphere is filled with the chatter of fellow parishioners and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and tea. I catch glimpses of Lina across the room, her presence captivating me like a magnet.

Unable to resist any longer, I make my way towards her, weaving through the crowd. The desire to feel her touch, to hear her voice, consumes my thoughts. Finally reaching her side, I gently place my hand on the small of her back, and wrapping my arm around her middle, drawing her closer to me.

"Lina," I whisper, my voice filled with longing. "Take a walk with me." Her eyes widen at my words, a mixture of surprise and desire flickering within them.

She glances around, ensuring no one is within earshot, before leaning in closer to me. "Lenya," she breathes, her voice a delicate plea. "We can't."

I shake my head, understanding the necessity of restraint in such a public setting, but fuck that. The fire that burns between us cannot be extinguished so easily. I can almost taste the forbidden passion that awaits us.

"Hand our syn (son) to his brother, and come with me." I pull out my phone and send a text to Oleg and Ilya, asking them to watch over the boys. I look for them in the crowd, making eye contact with Ilya, who nods.

My hand guides Lina as we move through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with fellow parishioners, all the while stealing glances and subtle touches that further ignite the flame within us. The anticipation builds with each passing moment, fueling our desire for one another.

In the courtyard, on our way to the cemetery, I take my hand off her back. "Do you remember this game, Tsvetok (Flower)? The one where you run and I catch you."

"Da (Yes)," she whimpers. I can see she is clenching her thighs together and the thought that she is wet for me makes me ravenous.

I lean down, pressing a chaste kiss to her neck. "Run," I whisper.

Lina takes off, down through the gate leading into the cemetery. I can hear her beautiful laugh as she runs. I roll the sleeves to my dress shirt, watching her as she runs as fast as she can to hit the tree line. I smirk and start off after her, watching as she makes it to the forest.

The thought of entwining our bodies and losing ourselves in each other's passion consumes me, making it difficult to focus on anything else. I pick up speed as I make it through the last row and stand at the tree line, closing my eyes to listen. It's warm out and there is no breeze. The sounds of birds chirping impede me from trying to listen for snapping twigs.

I enter the densely forested area, looking around for any sign of my Tsvetok (Flower). With every step, my anticipation grows stronger, knowing that soon Lina will be mine and mine alone.

"Moya zhena (My wife)," I croon. "Gde ty pryachesh'sya? (Where are you hiding?)"

To my left, the faint sound of giggling echoes through the trees. I head in that direction, hoping that she isn't far. My cock strains painfully against my boxer briefs. I reach down and adjust myself as best as I can. The only way to fix this is by burying myself inside her.

Up ahead I see Lina's dark green dress, draped across a fallen tree trunk. My finger glides across the material, and I scan the area for her. "I've found your dress, moya lyubov (my love). Iskushayem tvoyego l'va, da? (Tempting your lion, are we?)"

In this moment, surrounded by darkness and the faint glow of the sun shining as best it can through the trees, I find her waiting for me. Lina is in a bra and matching thong, dark forest green in color. It looks amazing against her pale skin and has me adjusting my cock again. I close the distance between us and pull her close, pressing my lips against hers. The taste of her is intoxicating, and I can feel her surrendering to the desire that courses through both our veins.

With each kiss, each caress, we lose ourselves in a world where there is nothing but us. The sound of her moans, the way she breathes my name, fuels the fire within me, driving me to heights of pleasure I never thought possible. Right now, nothing else matters. The world fades away, and all that exists is the intoxicating connection between us.

I reach between us and undo my belt and slacks, pulling out my cock to stroke myself. "You didn't hide, malyshka (baby). You wanted to get caught." I stare at her with a hunger and I'm not sure if I want to taste her or shove my cock in between her perfect lips. Lina makes that decision for me as she drops to her knees.

"Can I worship you, moy lev (my lion)?" She asks, biting her bottom lip, the words dripping off her tongue like the sweetest of sins.

"Blya, Lina. Da.(Fuck, Lina. Yes.)" I rasp, and she tilts her head up, opens her mouth, and sticks out her tongue. I let out a shudder of a breath, looking at her submitting to me. I would have gladly gotten on my knees for her.

Lina's hand grabs ahold of my cock and brings it to her parted lips. Her tongue darts forward, capturing the tiny bead of precum on the tip with a swift lick. Her warm mouth glides over me, and I can"t help but close my eyes and surrender to the overwhelming sensation. She slowly kisses up one side of my cock then switches sides. I let out a strained moan as she takes all of me in her mouth again.

"Touch your clit, Lina." I groan as her cheeks hollow, taking as much of me into the back of her throat as she can. "Does sucking your muzh"s (husband"s) cock get you wet?" I watch as Lina eagerly slides her free hand over her clit, rubbing in slow, sensual circles.

"Vot i vse. Eto moya khoroshaya devochka. (That's it. That's my good girl.) Now slide that finger of yours inside my pussy and show me how wet you are."

Lina eases her thong aside and dips not one but two of her fingers inside her entrance, pumping them in and out. All the while, she keeps sucking my cock. I grunt as she gags when the tip hits the back of her throat. She pulls her fingers out and holds them up for me to inspect.

I lean forward and take her fingers in my mouth, sucking all of her arousal from them. She tastes sinfully delicious. I could eat her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the rest of my life and never tire of her taste.

"Do you know what you taste like, malyshka (baby)?" I ask, grabbing her by her braid and tilting her head up. She gives me a stare as if she is waiting for my answer. "You taste like mine. Only mine. Fuck yourself with your fingers, Lina. I want to feel your throat hum around my cock while you come."

I feel Lina's throat constrict as she swallows me down. "Blya, detka. Prosto tak. (Fuck, baby. Just like that.)"

Lina pumps her fingers inside of her pussy, rocking her hips into her palm to get the friction she needs on her clit. The feeling of her moaning on my cock is otherworldly, but it's not what I want right now. I want to come inside her pussy, to fill her so full that she will have another child nine months from now.

I pull back, Lina looks up at me, confusion plastered on her face. "Was it not good?" She asks, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.

"You were fucking perfect. I need to feel your pussy, Tsvetok (Flower). That's where I want to come." I bend down and pick her up, feeling her warm body against my hands. Then I move toward a fallen tree and carefully set her down. "This is going to be hard and fast, so hold on, moya lyubov (my love)."

Lina bends forward. "Lenya…please…I was so close. I need to come." I slide her thong to the side and thrust inside her, groaning at the feeling of her wet, tight pussy gripping me.

I can already feel the sensation of my orgasm at the base of my spine. My balls tighten and draw up. I can feel her tighten, but she hasn't let it take over. "Give it to me, Tsvetok (Flower)." I grunt, thrusting hard, jutting her forward. "Fucking give it to me."

I feel the head of my cock glide over the spot inside her and she screams. The sound resounds off the trees and it's music to my fucking ears. Ropes of my cum coat the inside of her pussy, and some leaks out as I pull back.

"Chert, ya lyublyu tebya. (Fuck, I love you.)" I pant, out of breath.

"Lenya," she groans as I withdraw, stepping back and watching our combined release drip down her thighs. It takes everything in me to not drop to my knees and push all of it back inside her. She stands and readjusts her thong, turning around and searching for her dress.

"We need to get back. Everyone is probably worried." She hurries to dress herself. I stand back and watch her, so frazzled and adorable as she slips back into her dress.

"Tsvetok (Flower), everything is fine. The boys are safe with their dyadi (uncles)." I move towards her, reaching out to caress her cheek. "You don't need to worry. They would give their lives to protect them."

"I know," she grumbles as I drop my hand from her face. "That doesn't mean I want them to. Come on, I'm sure Vasya is hungry by now." Lina turns and beckons me to follow her out.

Reluctantly, I follow Lina out, my thoughts still lingering on the intense intimacy we just shared. As we make our way out of the forest and down the rows of headstones, I can't help but admire her strength and devotion as a mother. Lina's love for our children is unwavering, and it both comforts and worries me. I understand her worry and I hope that now my father is dead, she can relax.

We enter the bustling parish hall where our family and other parishioners are still enjoying coffee and pastries. Our friends and family have gathered, creating a bustling living area where laughter and chatter fill the atmosphere, but Lina"s concern for our boys lingers in her eyes. She quickly spots Vasya in the arms of his brother. I can see the relief wash over her face as she sees him content and well-cared for.

I move closer to Lina, wrapping my arms around her waist, and offering her silent reassurance. We exchange glances, understanding each other's fears and hopes. Together, we navigate through the crowd, greeting others as we make our way over to them.

As we settle down, Lina takes a moment to catch her breath, her hand resting on her stomach. I can sense the weight of motherhood on her shoulders, the constant worry and responsibility. I lean in and whisper, "You're doing an incredible job, Lina. Our boys are lucky to have you as their mother."

A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips, and she leans into my touch, finding solace in our connection. The love between us is palpable, an unbreakable bond that strengthens us in times of uncertainty.