Then, suddenly, Lahart grabbed her hand. He placed something in her hand, and it was his fully er*ect c*ck. Lahart gently thrust his hips, urging her to hold and stroke it.

Despite feeling resentful towards Lahart, Iren had no choice but to grab his c*ck. Given the situation, she had two options: either stroke his impressive member as he wanted or spend the night in this humiliating position, being devoured between her legs.

“Hhng…”

As soon as she grasped it, his c*ck twitched. Once again, she marveled at its size and thickness. Sometimes, it was hard to believe that something so large could fit inside her.

Perhaps realizing her renewed surprise at his size, Lahart gently licked her below. Iren moved her hand up and down slowly, trying to keep her composure. Despite the simple and clumsy movements, Lahart seemed satisfied, letting out a low breath. His breath, hotter than before, brushed against her skin.

“Keep holding it like that.”

Before his slightly broken voice could fully dissipate, Lahart buried his face between her legs again. Iren shook her head and moved her hips, but her movements only excited Lahart further. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly.

His fingers slipped into the hole his tongue had widened. Despite the sudden intrusion, her inner walls clung tightly to his fingers. Lahart unhesitatingly stirred her insides with his fingers.

“Hah, hhng… Lahart, wait, ah!”

Her insides tightened and relaxed repeatedly. She was on the brink of climax. Lahart didn’t miss a single reaction, thrusting his fingers deeper. Soon, an overwhelming wave of pleasure swept over Iren. Liquid gushed out, and her inner thighs convulsed.

Iren, who had arched her back in pleasure, collapsed onto Lahart, breathing heavily.

“Hoo.”

Lahart’s breathing was also ragged. He withdrew from beneath Iren, who was still reeling from the afterglow. He then kneaded her b*ttocks with a hand veined with tension.

It felt so good to leave marks on her soft, white skin that his neck stiffened. He wanted to bite her all over, leaving marks to satisfy his endless desire.

“Iren.”

After thoroughly teasing her b*ttocks, he gently called her name. But his hand was still rubbing his c*ck against her entrance. The slick sensation from their mixed fluids was already maddeningly stimulating. Knowing how good it would feel to thrust inside made it hard for Lahart to hold back. Moreover, the enticing scent from Iren’s body was driving him wild.

“My Irelaide.”

“Ah, wait, uhng, ah…!”

Finally, the thick flesh column pushed through the entrance. Her inner walls, having experienced a light climax, clung tightly to his c*ck.

The sensation of her wrinkled walls tightening around him made Lahart curse under his breath. He felt his lower abdomen tighten as he pushed his c*ck in until his pubic hair touched her b*ttocks.

“Hhng, it’s too deep… ah.”

Iren whimpered as she took in her husband’s c*ck to the root. The large member filled her so completely that her lower abdomen felt heavy. But she didn’t dislike it. In fact, having just experienced a light climax, the sensation of being filled was utterly delightful.

Watching her from behind, Lahart silently grabbed her hips with both hands. Her thin nightgown subtly highlighted the gentle curves of her chest, waist, and hips. Beneath her tousled hair, her eyes glinted like a starving beast’s.

“Ah, ah, ah, hhng!”

Rough thrusts began. Lahart’s c*ck was so hot and hard it felt like a burning rod stirring her insides. Yet, instead of pain, the deeper he thrust, the stronger the pleasure. Every time the head and shaft of his c*ck scraped her inner walls, Iren cried out.

Lahart, spurred on by her cries, thrust even harder. His c*ck slammed into her with loud smacks. Iren was scared. The fact that she was finding pleasure in this animalistic mating position filled her with shame, but that shame was turning into another kind of pleasure.

“Hah… Iren.”

But hearing Lahart’s breathy voice, filled with excitement, eased her fear.

As much as Lahart wanted her, she wanted him too. She wanted to share this intense heat and affection. Clumsily, Iren tried to move her hips in time with his thrusts. At that moment, a low curse escaped from behind her. Lahart hugged her tightly and bit her nape.

“Hhng… ah!”

Grabbing her bouncing br*asts, he thrust his c*ck as deep as it would go. The blunt head pressed against her sensitive spot, making Iren’s back arch. Her juices splashed, wetting his firm abdomen.

Lahart bit and left marks wherever his mouth touched, thrusting deep into her inner walls. Thanks to the position, his weight pressed down heavily, making his c*ck feel like it was crushing her walls. Iren clutched the sheets.

“Please, hhng, Lahart, just a little… ah, slower… hhng, ah!”

“I thought you were begging for more. Was I wrong?”

“Hhng, not there, no…!”

Tears welled in Iren’s eyes, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. Lahart relentlessly pounded her favorite spots.

Juices flowed continuously from her hole, her inner walls melting and gripping his c*ck. The tight grip was so strong that if he relaxed even a little, he felt like he might climax. Lahart breathed heavily, feeling the tension in his lower abdomen.

He grabbed her b*ttocks and spread them apart. The sight of her slick, stretched hole swallowing his c*ck was explicit.

Pulling out until just the tip remained, Lahart then rammed his full length back in with a single thrust.

“Ah, ah…!”

Iren couldn’t even moan. Her vision flashed white, like lightning had pierced through her entire body. The sensation flowing through her spine was so intense she couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain. Her waist and head felt limp, unable to form a single coherent thought. The climax Lahart was bringing her to was always so shockingly intense.

“Ugh!”

Her inner walls clenched the shaft deep inside, refusing to let go. The constricting walls felt exquisite. Lahart too unleashed the desires he had been holding back, filling Iren’s belly with his cloudy, viscous release. The cloudy s*men not only filled Iren’s belly but also overflowed and dripped, mixing with the s*men, unable to contain it.

Iren panted, placing a hand on her lower abdomen. The sensation of the warm liquid spreading brought a peculiar feeling of fulfillment, no matter how many times she experienced it.

“Hhng, hooh…”

Lahart straightened the limp Iren. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. He offered a faint smile first, and Iren followed with a small laugh of her own.

“Mmm.”

Lahart leaned down, placing a soft kiss on Iren’s lips, as if savoring the afterglow. Iren wrapped her arms around his neck.

Somehow, Lahart had naturally settled between her legs. Iren was so focused on catching his scent in his breath that she didn’t even notice.

“Mmh, hic, hup…!”

She only realized something was wrong when Lahart was already pushing his still-hard c*ck back into her. Startled, Iren dug her nails into his back.

Lahart detached his lips, looking at her with a languorous gaze as he brought her palm to his mouth.

“We’re not done yet. You’ll have to endure until the problem is solved, doctor.”

The lewd sounds of wet flesh colliding echoed once more. Iren moaned in the relentless pleasure, clinging to Lahart.

* * *

The next day, Lahart woke up early in the morning. Iren was asleep in his arms. A smile naturally formed on his lips as he looked down at her sleeping soundly.

Holding her, soft and warm like the morning sunlight, made him feel like he had returned to where he belonged. It felt like he finally had a place to come back to and stay. People call such a place home, don’t they?

Before meeting Iren, he thought there would never be a place he could call home in his life. No, he never wanted such a place. His parents were people unworthy of being called parents. Lahart was driven solely by the desire for revenge, to repay them for what they had done to him. He couldn’t even imagine loving someone or living with someone.

However, everything changed after meeting Iren. Despite his intense stubbornness, selfishness, and anger that shook and altered Iren’s life entirely, she stayed by his side and became his home.

“It feels like a miracle.”

That was what Iren had said last night. A miracle. Yes, if this isn’t called a miracle, then nothing in this world can be called a miracle.

Lahart gently ran his hand through Iren’s black hair, combing it. Her black hair, like the night sky, shimmered as if stars were shining in it. Blinded by revenge and misunderstanding, he had once told her to dye such beautiful hair white. His past self had truly been mad.

“Mm.”

Iren stirred slightly. Feeling guilty for waking her up, just like yesterday, Lahart brushed her hair aside and stroked her back.

Though he didn’t say anything special, his touch and gaze were filled with affection. Anyone who saw him now would realize how deeply he loved Iren. Iren, feeling this, snuggled closer into his embrace.

“It’s almost time for Rian to wake up…”

Her murmuring voice trailed off. She must have been tired from not being able to sleep until late at night. Lahart, the one responsible for her sleeplessness, nodded and kissed her cheek.

“I’ll go. You rest.”

He tucked the blanket around her, wrapping her snugly in it, and got dressed. In no time, Lahart was neatly dressed and left the bedroom.

Rian’s room was across the hallway from the couple’s bedroom. Originally, there was only the couple’s bedroom on this floor. This was a result of Lahart’s possessiveness, not wanting to show Iren to others, and his obsession with not wanting their time together to be interrupted. However, after Iren and Rian returned, new rooms were created for them on this floor.

He knocked on the door, but there was no particular response from inside. It seemed the room’s occupant was still sound asleep. Lahart quietly opened the door and went inside.

Rian was sleeping soundly in the bed. Lahart sat on the edge of the bed, a satisfied smile on his lips, and watched the sleeping child for a while.

A child in the midst of growth changes day by day. Thanks to good meals and regular sword training, Rian had grown significantly in just a few months. Already tall and lanky, Rian stood out among his peers. He had inherited the best features of both Lahart and Iren.