Chapter 81. Impregnate My Wife, Please...
Impregnate My Wife, Please...
Gerard was utterly bewildered.
He had attempted anal intercourse with his wife Isela a few times in the past, but this sensation was on an entirely different level.
Back then, it had been driven by conquest and curiosity—something he'd requested from his wife. But the overwhelming sensation currently gripping him from Maria's backside was nothing short of shocking.
'Is this... really the back door?'
The pleasure was even more intense and weighty than vaginal penetration—tight in a way that sent shivers up his spine. Of course, the texture was distinctly different.
While a vagina enveloped his shaft with elastic warmth, Maria's anus offered a paradoxical combination of intense pressure at the entrance and a soothing suction deeper inside.
"Ngh... Hah..."
The sphincter clenched around the base of his shaft like a vice.
Meanwhile, the delicate warmth of her inner walls caressed the head of his cock.
Gerard already felt dangerously close to climax. Gritting his teeth to maintain composure in front of the head maid, he thrust upward with renewed vigor.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Ahk! Ah! Ah! Uwaaah!" (Maria)
On the bed, Lucian was also reaching his limit.
Isela's legendary tightness milked him relentlessly, the intense friction driving him toward an inevitable release.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ah! Ah! Lord Lucian! Ah! Aaah!"
"Ungh!"
Lucian gripped Isela's hips and drove deep, spearing toward her cervix.
Squelch—!
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
"Ah! AAAAAAH!!!"
Lucian's semen flooded into the depths of Isela's womb like a cascading waterfall.
Isela felt the scorching, massive surge of heat filling her core, catapulting her into another devastating orgasm.
Her eyes rolled back as her body arched like a drawn bow, convulsing uncontrollably.
The semen acted like a drug, crushing her under waves of pleasure. Lost in white-hot ecstasy, she panted like an animal.
"Haaaah... Ngh... Nn..."
Today, she was drowning in an unprecedented series of overwhelming climaxes, her mind shattered beyond recovery.
"Hah... Hah... Hhk!"
Lucian, catching his breath, suddenly froze.
A chill ran down his spine.
He had just realized—he'd forgotten to reactivate the Sperm Retrieval Magic.
Rachel had asked him to "release the spell and finish inside her," so he'd disabled it... and then neglected to reapply it afterward.
'What... do I do now?'
He'd ejaculated inside his friend's wife—raw, deep into her womb. Multiple times.
Isela might get pregnant with his child.
Anxious, Lucian leaned close to Isela and whispered the truth into her ear.
"My lady... Isela... The truth is... I came inside you unprotected just now."
"Hnnn... Yes...?"
Isela responded in a dazed, dreamy voice, still riding the aftershocks. She didn't seem to comprehend his words.
Their faces remained close as they exchanged hushed words.
"What I mean is... I came inside your womb without contraception. You might... get pregnant."
"Mmm... Isn't that... how it's supposed to be...?"
"Huh?"
Lucian was taken aback. He had intended to explain that the Sperm Retrieval Magic was supposed to be active but had been accidentally disabled. He expected her to panic and demand some form of post-coital contraception.
But...
Isela gazed up at him with glazed eyes, then suddenly pulled him into a tight embrace.
"Count Lucian... I want it. Your strong seed. Please... impregnate me."
"What?! What are you—?"
Lucian couldn't believe his ears. His friend's wife—with her husband right beside them—was begging him to get her pregnant.
"Lord Gerard... already agreed to this..."
"Good grief..."
Finally, the pieces clicked into place, and Lucian clicked his tongue in realization.
The Blanc Family—a prestigious military lineage that revered martial prowess.
But Gerard had been unlucky. The Blancs already had Rimeyer, a distant cousin hailed as the strongest swordsman in the Royal Knights' history—the "Frost Purger."
Gerard had spent his entire life overshadowed as the eternal second-best, painfully aware of his genetic limitations.
'So that's it.'
Gerard wanted an heir who could surpass even Rimeyer—a true martial god.
And to achieve that, he had chosen to borrow the genes of the strongest living swordsman—Lucian, who also possessed immense magical power. A seed receiver.
This secret would remain between Lucian and the Blanc couple until their graves.
"Lord Gerard... wants a martial god for the Blanc Family. One who can surpass even Rimeyer. He believes... your bloodline can make it possible."
"Ha..."
Gerard had planned everything.
The swapping proposal, bringing Maria along—it wasn't just for pleasure. It was all part of a grand scheme to plant Lucian's seed in his wife. A two-for-one trap.
And Lucian had walked right into it.
"Hah... Hah... Hah... Hah."
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ahh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
At the same time, Gerard was gripping Maria's hips, pistoning into her ass with abandon as he neared his own climax.
While his wife received another man's seed, he was indulging in that man's woman. The face of a friend who took pleasure in this twisted exchange.
Lucian felt both irritation and an odd sense of pity as he watched him.
How desperate must this man have been...
To offer his beloved, beautiful wife to a friend—all for the sake of stronger blood. A tragedy and farce born from the ruthless survival rules and inferiority complex of noble society.
That story about asking his cousin to sleep with his wife had likely been a test—a lie to gauge Lucian's reaction.
'Then... how should I feel, watching my own child grow up as my friend's heir?'
Lucian's mind was a mess. Morality, friendship, and primal instinct tangled together.
He decided to stop thinking. His head hurt.
Still buried deep inside Isela, his cock pressed against her cervix, he turned his head.
His eyes met Maria's—panting, ravaged by Gerard on the chair.
Tears welled in her eyes, but beneath them burned a desperate longing for Lucian and a perverse thrill from the immorality of their situation.
Lucian didn't look away. He accepted that gaze in silence.
"Ahk! Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaah!"
On the chair, Maria's body—perched on Gerard's lap as he violated her backside—was a breathtaking mix of devastation and beauty.
Her golden hair clung to her sweat-drenched face in disarray.
Animalistic cries tore from her reddened lips, twisted between pain and pleasure.
With each of Gerard's thrusts, her ample breasts swayed, scattering the sweet scent of sweat into the air.
Even while embedded inside Isela, Lucian couldn't tear his eyes away.
His woman—being taken so obscenely by another man, her backside claimed as she fell apart.
'Still... my Maria is beautiful.'
Her tearful eyes locked onto him as she panted.
Even with another man's cock buried in her ass, her heart seemed to cry out for him alone. That tragic sight ignited Lucian's possessiveness.
'I can't give her to anyone else now. She's wholly mine.'
Then—
His cock, which had softened after ejaculating mere moments ago, began swelling again in response to the visual stimulus Maria provided.
Throb! Throb!
"Oh my...!"
Lady Blanc looked up at Lucian in surprise.
The man's member inside her—despite having just ejaculated—was hardening once more, growing thick and heavy against her inner walls.
Though her body was already wrecked and trembling, the thought of experiencing that drug-like fullness again made her womb quiver with delight.
"My Count... You're incredible... A true monster..."
And—
Maria's ass was truly the work of a legendary lover.
Her forcibly stretched entrance still clamped tightly around the rapidly moving shaft,
while her inner walls clung to Gerard's cockhead with slick, heated suction.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Splurt!
"Ahk! Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaah...!"
"Guh... Grk...!"
Gerard crushed Maria's hips in his grip, pounding into her like a beast.
Their moans merged, filling the room.
"Ngh!"
Gerard buried himself to the hilt, driving into depths previously unreached.
Splurt—! Gulp! Gulp! Sploosh!
Gerard's semen erupted into Maria's rectum in a violent flood.
"Hnnnng...!"
Maria's eyes glazed over as her body convulsed, overwhelmed by the foreign heat flooding her insides.
"Hah... Hah..."
Gerard collapsed against Maria's back, breathing raggedly.
The best orgasm of his life. In front of his wife, watching his friend take her, while he took his friend's woman.
Wiping away sweat, he gave Lucian a satisfied thumbs-up.
"Hah... Lucian. I owe you a great debt. Please understand."
Gerard began gathering his clothes with sluggish movements, his face the picture of post-coital contentment.
"We'll talk more later."
He signaled to Isela—still entangled with Lucian on the bed—with a glance.
'We got what we came for. Time to go.'
But Isela didn't move.
Instead, she wrapped her legs around Lucian's waist and shook her head—clearly refusing to leave.
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