Fendrick tore off the last remnants of Katarina’s torn clothing, exposing her bare skin, which he covered in kisses.

He didn’t just kiss her; he sucked her skin with intent, leaving red marks wherever his lips touched. When he lifted her legs and hooked them over his shoulders, Katarina’s eyes trembled.

Did he really intend to do it like this?

The contraceptive was right beside the bed.

Fendrick never opened the drawer. Instead, he pressed the swollen head of his p*nis against her opening, stretching it as he pushed inside.

“Ah—nn…”

Katarina’s head fell back as a moan escaped her.

He was impatient today—nothing like usual.

Normally, he would have teased every sensitive spot with relentless precision, then moved downward, kissing, sucking, licking until her entrance softened completely.

But today, he was already forcing himself into her without any of that.

Even so, though it was almost too tight, it wasn’t unbearably painful.

Katarina could hardly believe it herself that she had come to adapt to something that enormous.

“Hh…”

A groan escaped between Fendrick’s teeth.

Dragging back the woman who had abandoned him, tying her to his bed, and forcing himself on her—
it felt filthy. And yet his lower body reacted gladly, throbbing hard enough to make him moan even with only the head of his p*nis inside.

“You dare… try to throw me away?”

Yes—this was punishment for the woman who had run off on her own. He forced his way in, prying open her tight inner walls with sheer strength.

“Ah—ah! My lo—”

As he shoved half his p*nis inside, Katarina writhed helplessly, lifting her hips then bit her lip in shock at having let the words my lord slip from her mouth.

Fendrick let out a dry, breathless laugh.

“That’s right. I’m your lord. You belong to me.”

A maid abandoning her master—absurd.

Fendrick’s brow tightened as he drove his hips upward.

“Agh!”

Katarina was impaled to the hilt in one thrust. Unable to withstand the shock, she twisted and screamed, her bound arms shaking.

With her wrists tied above her head, she had no way to brace herself, and her br*asts jolted wildly with every movement.

Her eyes flew wide open and reddened instantly as tears welled up. Her hazel irises, with a green base and brown flecks like fireworks, glared at him.

She had no idea how beautiful that looked to Fendrick.

“Say it again. ‘My lord… please get me pregnant.’”

Katarina shook her head violently, trembling.

“No… I won’t… I already know the chances of pregnancy are low—ahh!”

“And knowing all that, you still left me over a little medicine? Even though it hardly makes a difference whether I take it or not?”

He gripped her thighs and pulled back until only half of his p*nis remained inside her. Then he slammed back in with one brutal stroke.

It felt filthy, yet ecstatic at the same time.

He could have tied her to this bed for ten years and taken her day and night without end, it felt so good.

Lost in the moment, he moved his hips, watching the woman before him slowly succumb to pleasure.

The stubborn glare in her eyes blurred little by little and her delicate eyebrows creased with each thrust.

Moans spilled out like music from between her bitten, reddened lips, and her br*asts bounced in a lewd rhythm.

Her lower belly was still flat, but each time he entered her, the thin skin rippled and fell back into shadow.

Once unable to take him properly, she now panted for breath while swallowing his entire length and clenching around him in steady pulses.

Whether she realized she was moving her hips in time with his thrusts was another matter.

No matter how many times he made love to her, he never grew tired of it. In fact, with each encounter, she became more sensual and irresistible.

She was the perfect woman to bear his child. She was the only mate he had ever found.

The first Lorhast had been a mountain wolf, and mountain wolves only have one mate in their lifetime.

He came from that lineage — no woman could ever replace Katarina. And yet he had taken contraceptives to prevent himself from mating with her.

“…I was wrong.”

The woman trembling beneath him looked up wide-eyed at his muttered words.

He knew.

He knew that it wasn’t the medicine itself, but the deception, that had led to this outcome.

But he had been afraid.

‘I was afraid that if I went into rut and spilled my seed inside you…and if by some miracle you conceived,
you might die giving birth.’

How could he tell that to a woman who had come to him of her own accord, clinging to him and begging him to get her pregnant?

Rather than confessing, he decided to buy time to arrange everything that would protect her, even after his death: the title, wealth and position that would shield her.

Once everything was in place, he planned to tell her the truth.

‘But you realized the truth too soon.’

‘Katarina… I wanted you to stay by my side.’

In ten years, he would be dead.

But for those ten years, he wanted her by his side.

He didn’t care if the house fell into disrepair after his death due to the lack of an heir — as long as she stayed with him.

Focusing only on himself had been his mistake.

Yes. It was his fault.

He should have asked her from the outset whether she had come intending to bear his child, without delaying or obscuring anything.

But now it was too late.

She had only been gone for two days. In those two days, he had gone mad.

He would rather keep her like this — even if she hated him, even if his rut consumed her, even if she died in his arms — than let her walk away of her own will.

Fendrick slammed into her brutally.

“Ah! Ah! Aaah! Ah!”

Katarina writhed beneath him, shaking and crying out continuously.

She had never imagined that having her hands bound above her head would leave her feeling so helpless.

Fendrick placed his hands on either side of her head, pushing down and pinning her to the mattress. He kissed her all over, bit her, soothed her with slow licks, then tormented her again.

He nipped her ear, sucked her earlobe and left teeth marks on her neck, while bruising her br*asts with his rough touch.

Each time he rolled her swollen cl*toris beneath his fingers, she bucked and screamed.

Whenever he leaned forward to kiss her, her er*ect n*pples rubbed against his bare chest. Violent waves of pleasure crashed through her until her mind felt like mush.

She could do nothing but feel him with her entire body.

“Ah! Ah—ah, ah!”

She lost count of how many times she cl*maxed while he thrust into her.

Even when she was shuddering helplessly from the intensity of her org*sm, he continued thrusting into her like a beast, driving her into fresh waves of overwhelming pleasure and forcing her to scream again.

Tears filled her eyes — tears of pleasure that she could not endure.

Seeing this, Fendrick whispered in her ear.

“You know how much it turns me on when you cry. If you want this to end sooner, you’d better stop.”

But how could she?

Fendrick had no intention of finishing quickly.

He watched her desperately trying to hold back her tears. This was the woman who had swallowed every tremor of pleasure that his c*ck had forced into her.

He felt as though he was going mad.

How could he possibly let such a woman go?

Could he not be greedy for just those ten miserable remaining years?

Could she not give him those ten years of her long life?

He gripped her hips, spreading her open, and thrust deep inside her, their pelvises grinding together.

He twisted inside her, and despite her efforts, she let out another ragged cry, fresh tears spilling down her face.

The moment he saw those tears, Fendrick knew that the beast within was awakening. He untied the ribbon binding her wrists.

“I’ll tell you why I took the medicine.”

He licked the reddened marks on her wrists where the ribbon had been tied.

“Lorhasts can’t get someone pregnant through ordinary means. To conceive, we have to go into rut—
like an animal.”

Katarina looked up at him through eyes blurred with pleasure.

Did she even have the clarity to understand what he was saying?

“When I go into rut, my c*ck swells inside you. It won’t come out until your womb is filled completely with my seed. They say some women die because they can’t withstand it.”

Katarina’s eyes slowly widened.

Fendrick stroked her damp cheek as he continued.

“That medicine isn’t actually a contraceptive. It’s something that stops me from going into rut even if I get aroused. I didn’t want to harm you. What does it matter if you can’t have a child?”

“Ah—….”

Katarina gasped, mouth parted, breath shaking.

What was inside her—already overwhelming—was swelling even larger.

“But the thought of losing you and never seeing you again…I realized it would be better to impregnate you and keep you by my side.”

“W–wait, Master—hngh….”

“That’s right. I’ll be your master and have you until the day I die. Whether I die first… or you do.”

Fendrick went into rut.