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Chapter 39

(Aila and Barion POV)

Feeling like she has the worst hangover ever, Aila opens her eyes with a groan and rubs her face; the eyes adapt to the sudden rush of light, and the blurry vision clears itself to show she's not at her own domicile. In full panic mode, she hastily moves to escape, not realizing fast enough that she's on a bed and crashes on the floor; she also learns that her nude body has gotten anemic and it can't support her weight. With less of a struggle than she initially thought, thanks to her adrenaline, Aila uses any random objects she can get her hands on as a fulcrum to her movement while her legs regain their strength. Her body freezes as the doorknob jiggles before finally turning to reveal Skye on the other side of the door.

"Skye?!" Aila said with a shock mixed with anger.

"Good morning, Aila," Skye said with more annoyance in her voice. "Nice to see your mobile and lively given the state you're in; nice enough also for you to show everything to me."

It finally dawns on Aila that she's completely exposed with a visible scar from the injury. "Where are my clothes, Skye, and why am I at your house?" She uses her hands to cover her breasts and crotch and leans on an object.

"It's not like I enjoy this any more than you do. Your oldest son, Barion, invoked a contract I made to you as payment for what you did for me in Necerek to save you. He said a large group of criminals broke into your house, and you were gravely wounded; with help from one of his sisters to stabilize you a little bit, he brought you here on a horse and saved your life as a result. Your clothes, well… I got rid of them. They were imbued heavily with blood."

"How's Barion? Do you know anything about the rest of my children?"

"Excluding his previous injuries, he's alive with bruises leftover from that night and fatigued as hell from being the primary caregiver during the four days you were out of commission. As far as I know, your other children are alive also."

"Where's Barion right now?"

"He's crashing on my couch. Riding his horse back-and-forth between my house and his to check on his siblings and worrying sick about you took its toll on him."

"I need to see him."

Skye points the finger at Aila. "You are in no condition to do that; go back to your temporary bed while I leave and fetch the most sterile clothing I currently have." Shutting the door, Skye exits to locate some apparel suitable for the job.

Not letting Skye's words deter her, Aila hobbles out of her room, relying on the walls for some support, but pleasantly surprised at the rate of recovery from her legs. Barron's comatose body lies on the couch sleeping perfectly straight with a blanket when she locates him; if Skye didn't tell her earlier, the dead-like state he's in and the very minimal movement from him would convince Aila that he's dead. Seeing him in that tranquil though warms her heart, and she harbors a new feeling towards him that she shares only with Radclyff before turning awkward. What the hell am I doing? Stop thinking about those thoughts, Aila! Still, she does get close to Barion and lowers her lips for a kiss which stirs him awake.

"Hey, mom," Barion said slowly in a dazed state, scraping the crystallized deposits from his eyes.

"Hey, son," Aila with a warm smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," he said with a yawn. "The past four days did a number on me."

"Sorry I wasn't able to help," she apologized.

Barion waves the apology aside, "It's not your fault you weren't able to help."

"But, if I paid better attention and not get distracted, then I wouldn't have suffered that injury and-" she rambled on in a hysterical state.

"Mom!" he shouted and shook to bring some sense back into her. "It's not your fault. Besides, you and dad taught me well how to be the man of the house." He realizes that Aila has no clothing on her. "Oh gods, I'm so sorry," he said with his eyes shielded. Now's not the time for that, Barion. She's my mother.

"There you are!" Skye shouted from the hallway with clothes in her hands. "Just as fucking stubborn as an ass from the old days, Aila. Here are your clothes."

"I have another question, Skye," Aila said as the memories from the house invasion became apparent with a vision of her impaled from a sword fresh in her mind during the dressing process. "What happened to my unborn child or children?"

Skye heaves a heavy sigh and, with a melancholy expression taking shape. "It pains me to be the bearer of bad news, but the stress placed on the fetuses proved too great for it to handle; you had a miscarriage. I'm sorry."

The news hits Aila like a ton of bricks, and she becomes distraught. "No...no. You're joking. You're fucking joking. Tell me that this is some sick, twisted, fucking joke. You can't be serious, Skye!"

"You know better that I don't find any amusement from jokes, either hearing them or telling them," Skye responded.

"NOOOOO!" Aila collapses and seeks comfort from her son; Barion embraces her as she breaks down and cries with his Fenri ears folded.

"I can sense it's going to take some time to digest it; I'll let you two have your privacy," Skye said before she withdrew to her potion-making room and locked the door. The barrier does little to stymie the uncontrollable wails from Aila as she inundates her son's clothes with her tears and snot; Barron's tears mingle with hers as he tries in vain to maintain his equanimity.

I just let it happened again; I'm a fucking failure! Those words echo in Skye's head as she vigorously scrawls and alters notes on sheets of paper, crumpling some of them up that she deems useless and throwing them at a garbage container, not caring if she misses or not. Losing a sense of time, she engrosses herself in her projects.

"Skye...Skye...Skye?" There's a knock during each pause in the vocals.

Suddenly, Skye snaps back into reality. "Huh...what?" Her cognizance notes the existence of Aila at the doorway and the time-lapse. "What time is it?"

"Four o'clock in the afternoon; you've been going at it for six hours."

"I assumed that you desired privacy, so I left to do work."

"With that kind of devotion?"

Skye grows agitated, "Yes; isn't there something else you wish to get off your chest or are you going to just probe deeper into my subconscious?"

"I'm going back home to be with the rest of my children."

"I would admonish you from that impulse and behest you stay here for at least two more days to fully convalesce from your injuries, but you're obstinate and will go anyway. I'll be squandering my breath away, trying to induce you. Just promise you won't do strenuous exertions and reopen that wound while you're at home."

"I will."

"On the bright side, I won't have to deal with you much sooner than I initially expected, and I reckon I paid my debt." Carefully handling the vials, Skye rummages through them before finding her target and transfers it to Aila. "Take this; it will palliate any effects you may feel from losing an exorbitant amount of blood."

Aila extends her hand out in declination, "I appreciate the gesture, but you've done more than enough."

With a shrug, Skye says, "Suit yourself."

Riding at the back of Barion, clenching around his waist for stability, on top of Chestnut, he and Aila gallop down the path at Chestnut's max speed to reunite with the kids at home. They didn't engage each other in a colloquy about the one topic lingering in their mind; how would Radclyff react to hearing about Aila's miscarriage?

"Mom? Mom! You're back!" Cordea buries her face in Aila after charging her.

"Mommy!" the triplets all said, and they too blitz Aila.

"Go easy on her," Barion warned. "She's still recovering."

"It's ok, Barion," Aila said as she enclasped four of her offspring. She says to them, "I'm so glad you are safe; I'm sorry I've been away for such an extended time."

"It's ok, mom; Barion took good care of us."

"I heard, Cordea."

Deryn, Garnet, and Thyrius appear and gather around their mom. "How's the baby?" Garnet asked.

With a sigh, Aila says, "It's in a better place now." Those words from the dolorous news alter the disposition of everybody from jocund to lachrymose. Wanting to focus on something else, they tidy their house from the aftermath of the break-in; the process is ongoing thanks to Barion during the days of checking on his siblings. The floor and walls prove to be arduous at removing the deep, crimson tincture remaining from the carnage four days ago, requiring the most extreme measures to mask the stains. An unknown entity knocks on the front during the cleaning process; Aila and Barion answer the knock, with Barion taking the lead. He recognizes the man on the other side of the door as the one in charge of investigating Aila and her children's attempted kidnapping and murder.

"Hello," the man said, "I wanted to check up and see how everything is going here."

"Everything's fine, Fraunk," Barion replied, "Any updates on the investigation?"

Fraunk shakes his head. "Nothing significant so far. We have names on some of the deceased bodies, and we're looking into their past lives and see what we can come up with; no sign of their boss they spoke of."

"What are the names?" Aila spoke up.

Fraunk notices her. "You must be the mother of this family. I'm Fraunk, Fraunk Bahelon. How is your recovery?" He extends his hand for a shake.

Aila reciprocates the gesture. "A couple days of very light activity, and I'll be good as new."

"Glad to hear that. As for the names, I have Yves Canthor from Rimehorn, Erthak Rhostol from the Black Hallows, Drevas Rhulst, a local, and Terutius, a Farlander deserted from the Northern Wall. Know any of them?"

Aila and Barion shake their heads. "Doesn't sound familiar to us," Barion answered.

Fraunk reaches the back of his neck. "Figured that would be the case." He waves them goodbye, "Take care and stay safe."

“You too, Fraunk," Aila said.

(Septham 8th Year 672 of the 4th Age)

(Jemeir and Radclyff POV)

"Here we are, Radclyff, home sweet home," Jemeir said when they reached the familiar countryside surrounding Belburn.

Shielding his eyes from the sun's rays, Radclyff scans in the direction his house and family are. "I can't wait to see my wife and kids; they probably miss me as soon as we left a little over a week ago now."

"Then we can focus on fixing the mess in Belburn so Arven, Merrick, and Sylfinas can come back after dropping Kaera at her home and find out more about The Soulmonger's return and thwart it after you say 'hi' to them."

Jemeir and Radclyff rest underneath a tree for lunch and get in the shade for shelter from the sun. Their meal consists of beef jerky that is spicier than other jerkies, and the spices are visible on the meat, dried fruits, and a bar of mixed nuts on peanut butter with chocolate drizzle. Clouds roll by allowing them the opportunity to progress closer to Radclyff's home, so they quickly stuff their faces, making a mess in the process, and traverse the open fields. As they reach the site of Jemeir's house that is nothing but bare foundation now and avian scavengers pecking away at the decayed carcasses of livestock, the memory of the apoplectic throng setting his dwelling aflame still lingers fresh in Jemeir's mind. Radclyff allows his companion to take one good look at the property and reminisce about living there back in the past before resuming their travel.

"You can stay with me while you look for another place or rebuild. I'm sure Aila won't mind once I ask her," Radclyff offered to Jemeir.

Jemeir refuses, "I appreciate the offer, but I'll stay at a tavern; I don't want to be a burden to you and your family."

Radclyff waves it aside. "You won't be a burden. I have plenty of guestrooms readily available, and I can easily afford to feed an extra mouth with my treasures from adventuring. Who knows, more money can come our way while stopping The Soulmonger."

Jemeir doesn't budge. "I'm your friend. It would be extremely rude of me to use our relationship to leech off of you."

"You are also my partner; that means I can take care of you just like Aila and my children."

"Speaking of her, how do we handle our renewed relationship around her? She'll most likely be pissed and castrate us once she finds out."

"I haven't figured that out yet."

"That's why I decided to stay at a tavern or somewhere else, to lessen the chances of Aila finding out. As long as we maintain our composure like we did for many years before our intercourse in Port Direrun, she won't suspect us... and neither will the Saints of Virtue."

Radclyff scratches the back of his neck. "I don't know." Who do I actually choose when the ultimatum inevitably comes? I have the family I always dreamed of having, and I cherish them more than anything, including life itself, but Jemeir is the first person I deeply love, and he accepted me when I came out. Why can't I have them both at the same time? Oh Faer, give me guidance as I walk down this path and eventually enter the fork in the road in the future and make me choose the right decision. He takes a wolf howl in the far distance as sign Faer heard him.

"Sounds like we need to get to your place and fast."

"Don't tell me you're afraid of wolves now, Jemeir."

"I'm not," Jemeir said, added while indicating the dark, ominous clouds drifting towards them while the leaves scattered from the wind, "but I don't want to be out here when that storm hits."

"Daddy!" Garnet shouted as she charged at Radclyff when he and Jemeir entered, soaking wet from the rain; lightning and thunder accompanied it.

"Hey there, kiddo," Radclyff said as he hoisted her up in the air, and she giggled.

Aila, Barion, and the remaining offspring pile into the room near the front door, and Radclyff greets them all one-by-one, giving many kisses to Aila as they hug each other. She notices Jemeir standing at the door dripping wet. "How are you doing, Jemeir?" she asked.

"Right now, I'm soaked, but I'm fine."

"I'll get you and Radclyff something to dry off and a new set of clothes to change into." She asks Jemeir a question while out of sight in another room, "How goes the project at your house, Jemeir?"

"Haven't even begun designing it."

"Would you like to stay with us while you wait for your new house? There's plenty of guestrooms."

"Radclyff asked me the same thing, and I refused it; I'll politely do the exact same thing right now though a temporary refuge from the storm would suffice, and I'll find a cheap room at a tavern to stay once it clears outside."

"Dad! Dad! Guess what happened?" Roffe eagerly tried to get Radclyff's attention.

Radclyff gets down to his level. "What happened? Did you slay a dragon and defend the kingdom?" he asked while rubbing Roffe's head and messed up his hair.

Roffe laughs. "No, dad. Bad men came, and we hid." Those words prompt Aila and Barion to exchange worried looks to each other as Radclyff's facial expression and demeanor change to serious as Roffe lets the cat out of the bag.

"When did it happen?" Radclyff asked Aila and Barion in a deeper, concerned voice.

"About eight days since you left," Aila answered.

"Tell me everything about the event."

Barion does the narrating, "A group of sixteen men came and attacked our house in the middle of the night. I woke up to four of them downstairs, and I overheard their conversation of how they were waiting for backup, and they were looking to kidnapped Roffe, Lupus, and Royd at least, but they preferred capturing all of us for their boss if we didn't pose any threat. For what reason, we don't know to this day; Fraunk Bahelon is looking into it right now. Anyway, I got the triplets into safety immediately after hearing I had time to spare. I went and got mom for reinforcement and-"

"You got your pregnant mother to take on the kidnappers and not to safety?" Radclyff asked angrily, cutting his son off.

"It was sixteen against one if I fought alone. I knew mom had skills from adventuring with you, Jemeir, and others, so I thought she could help even the odds. Her door was the only one, besides the triplets, unlocked, and I didn't want to make much noise or waste time getting the rest of my siblings to safety," Barion defended himself.

"Then what?"

"Mom picked some of them off when the entire backup arrived, but most got in, and we fought in close quarters; they never made it out alive, and we were safe."

Radclyff can detect Barion omitting something in the story. "There's something else you're not telling me, son."

Barion looks at his mom, and she gives him the 'go ahead' look, and he sighs. "During the fight, I fought against a Goliath that decimated me to the point of blackout and near death. When I came back to reality, the next thing I saw was him almost forcing himself on mom while she was heavily bleeding out from a puncture wound on her belly. I had an out-of-body experience while I savagely killed the remaining burglars and brought mom over to Skye for aid immediately right after."

Radclyff turns his gaze on Aila. "Is the baby alive?" he asked in the same voice upon hearing the news of the attack; Aila stood there, silent. "Is the baby alive, Aila?" She doesn't answer; he can see her holding back the urge to cry and her eyes tearing up. "Dammit, Aila, tell me; is the baby alive?" he asked again though he knew the answer deep down in his heart.

"No, Radclyff; they're dead. I had a miscarriage," Aila finally said, crying. The words tear deep into Radclyff's heart and also shatters it; grief, sadness, despair, and other negative emotions course throughout his body as he stands there, motionless. Then, one emotion slowly gains in strength; it grows and grows until eventually, it is the single, dominant force in his body, and Aila watches in horror as her husband's expression changes from melancholy to pure, unadulterated rage. With blinding speed, he grabs Barion by the collar of his shirt with one hand and exits outside in the downpour, the wind, and the thunder and lightning. From the patio, everyone but the triplets watches as Radclyff lambastes his oldest son.

"You. I blame you for the loss of my unborn children, your own siblings," Radclyff chastised Barion with nothing but hate and contempt in his voice as he landed several, solid blows on him.

"It's not my fault, dad," Barion said as he laid on the saturated, sludgy ground looking at his father towering over him.

"It is your fault. You were supposed to be the man of the house, defending your mother and siblings from any threat while I was away, but because you were weak and stupid, you failed and caused the babies to die in the process. You should've brought your mom to safety instead of requesting her to help." Radclyff kicks Barion in the chest, leaving him with a bruised rib at least.

"I did the best I could," Barion said as he fought through the pain.

Radclyff is unrelenting in his punches on Barion, mostly on his face. "You failed; doing your best doesn't cut it."

"Can't you see that if it was just me against them, losing the baby wouldn't be the only thing you suffered? There was a high chance you could've lost your entire family. Calm down and think about that, dad."

"All I hear are excuses."

"Radclyff, stop!" Aila shouted. She inserts herself between him and her defenseless son from an incoming swing and takes the full brunt of his punch, falling straight to the moist ground. Realizing what he did, Radclyff calms down enough for Jemeir to restrain him.

"Calm down, Radclyff!" Jemeir yelled.

"Aila, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" Radclyff apologized to her.

Aila accepts the apology while comforting Barion. "It's ok, Radclyff. I know it's a mistake, but you need to cease hitting Barion this instant, or we're going to have another dead child."

Radclyff gives a cold stare at Barion, "I already have, Aila." He heads back to his house, leaving Aila and Barion behind dumbstruck after hearing him say those words at his son; the rest of his children look terrified at him as he walks past them.

"So, it's settled then," Barion said after getting up. Instead of going inside where he can dry off, he chooses to stay in the storm by walking further away from the building.

"Barion, wait! Stay with us! You know your father loves you very much and didn't mean what he said! He just needs to calm down, and he'll apologize." Aila pleaded to her son.

"You saw the look in his eyes; he meant every word he said. It's clear I'm not welcomed anymore; so, why should I stay?"

"Can't you wait till the storm clears before you leave?"

"The sooner I get away from dad, the better, and I'll find out who's behind the attack."

"Barion, wait! Wait! Wait!" Aila's shouts fall on deaf ears as Barion ignores her screams and cries as he leaves; the Beastman tears up also, knowing the position he puts her in and knowing he's leaving everyone he cares about behind. Barion barely steps foot from the property when a downstroke smites him, rendering him unconscious. Aila and Jemeir sprint toward him after the strike, sighing with relief when they find a pulse, bringing him back inside for safety; Aila resuscitates her son back to life when they are inside.

"Arg, where am I?" Barion asked with blurred vision.

"Back at home," Aila answered, adding, "You got struck by lightning and blacked out."

"Last time I do that again. I'm going straight to my room so I can get this day out of my way."

Wanting the day to be done and over with, everyone retires to their bedrooms for the night after determining that Barion will survive the lightning strike. Radclyff is in the master bedroom, with all his wet clothes in with the dirty laundry, looking at the crib for the -now- dead baby when Aila enters; she wraps her arms around his saturated fur from the back to comfort him.

"I still can't believe our unborn children won't ever get a chance to take their first breath and experience life," Radclyff said in a calmer voice.

Aila rests her head against his. "I know, I've been having those thoughts for a few days after hearing the news and been wishing that it was all just some complete nightmare."

"I blame myself for not being the protector as I should have, and I put all of it on Barion."

"It's none of our faults. The ones at fault are down in the Nine Hells receiving their punishment right now. As for Barion, we were all emotional, and I knew you didn't mean anything you said or did to him."

"And now I truly lost my oldest progeny. I need to find him tomorrow, apologize, and make amends; I hope Barion can forgive me."

Aila walks over to the dresser. "I'm sure he will, and you can have your chance during breakfast."

"He's here?" Radclyff asked with an urgent look.

"Yes," Aila answered while she stripped down to her bra and panties. "But you can't do it right now," she said as Radclyff prepared to go to Barion's room.

"Why not?"

Aila answers while looking over which nightgown to wear, "Because he got struck by lightning; he's sleeping right now to recover."

Radclyff sits back down on the bed. "And it's all because of me," he said in a lugubrious voice.

Aila gets back on the bed also and reassures him, "That was not you back there." She starts to caress his chest and torso. "This is the Radclyff I've fallen in love and married to, right here; the Radclyff that is kind, gentle, and cherishes his children and loving wife every day."

"I'll get dressed right now and then go to sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a long day."

"Actually, I'm not that dressed myself," Aila whispered in Radclyff's ear. She proceeds to kiss him while her hands traipse down his body to his exposed sheath and ballsack. He's at max capacity down there.

"Why are you doing this? Don't you think this is too soon to think about starting over again?"

Aila releases his testicles. "Because I can sense you're all pent up with emotion and energy that you need to expel; let me be the one you can expel onto as your wife."

"Better prepare fast."

Kissing passionately, Radclyff removes his wife's bra. His hands explore her body, including her tits, while her hands do the same; continuing the kiss, he smooches from her lips to her neck, where he spends the most time, down to her breasts, and down the scarred belly, ending at the panties and repeats going up. Smelling Aila's arousal from her groin and seeing a wet mark on her panties, one of Radclyff's hands reaches inside and rubs her folds so he can taste more of her essence later on. Aila lets out a moan as one finger enters and exits her vagina on repeat. Getting slick from her juices, the one-finger plunges deeper with more fingers soon following until most of his hand is in her slit.

With Aila's arousal more intoxicating now, Radclyff gets down to the floor and removes the one remaining article of clothing off of her with his teeth, pulling on one side till it can't progress further. He replicates it on the other side, revealing her dripping wet vagina. She spreads her legs wide to allow easier access. Sniffing the scent first sends Radclyff into a primal-like state, growling in satisfaction as he begins to place his tongue on her slit; the first taste of the secretion on his tongue and lips further enhances those desires. Aila braces herself at the head of the bed as he has his way with her, her groin transmitting signals of interest and release more vaginal secretions to her brain. Knowing there is more yet to taste, Radclyff covers most, if not entire, of his wife's pussy with his tongue, exerting more force with his licks. He spreads her vulva wide enough for his whole organ to slide into the slit, swirling around and touching everything inside, including the clitoris; the sudden surge of fluids coats the inside and outside of his mouth, satiating him as Aila climaxes and the vaginal walls contract on his tongue.

"Now let me… taste you… Radclyff," Aila said, huffing after the rush died down.

Switching places, Aila initiates her turn by opening her husband's sheath and shoves her tongue in him, tasting the inside before his entire penis exposes itself. Handling with care, she then fondles his balls, massaging and squeezing them to maximize the load; she even adds her tongue and mouth to them after his shaft pops out. Grabbing her breasts, Aila uses them for rubbing the phallus while simultaneously sucking it, causing Radclyff to ejaculate some of his sperm on her face and tongue.

"How dare you hold back, Radclyff, after all the work I put into you," Aila said seductively.

"Looks like you need to work a bit harder," Radclyff responded in the same manner, grinning.

"Let me be on top."

Positioning Radclyff's rod with her hand, Aila feels her sphincter on her butt expand to accommodate room for his member as she thrusts her rear down on it, groaning as she goes deeper and deeper. Radclyff lays back and puts his hands on her hips; he's allowing her to set the speed she's comfortable with after seeing the scars on her, so she doesn't injure herself. The intensity of her thrusts shocks him in more ways than one, with the first being the stimulation of his erect penis and the other reason is that she's going harder than initially thought. Feeling the unmistakable wetness in her anus from Radclyff's cum, Aila pulls out, releasing the semen in her, and she cleans his shaft with her mouth, and he reciprocates it on her taint.

"Now you know I can take it just like usual. Let me take all your stress and your pent-up energy away." Aila said. She knows that a Fenri like her husband has plenty of energy for coitus, meaning that she will take his long penis multiple times, and she's ready for them just like all the other instances in the past.

"With pleasure," Radclyff said, licking his lips.

Causing a sudden gasp from Aila, Radclyff grabs both of her feet and suddenly stands up; her feet wrap around his neck, and his hands hug her back as he buries his muzzle into his spouse's vagina while she takes the entire shaft in her mouth. Barely getting his tongue out in time, Aila quivers from the stimulation and blasts her vaginal secretions over Radclyff's face, soaking him wet. Still going with the standing position, Aila rearranges herself, so the blood doesn't flow to her head, and he lifts her entire body off the ground, her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and his penis in her rectum while pushing her back against a wall.

"There's something we need to discuss, Aila," Radclyff said, huffing while penetrating her.

"And what is that?" Aila huffed in reply.

"We need to think about what to do with our kids. The main threat is out there, and I doubt it will let one setback stop its plan on harming them. It's not safe for them here anymore."

"Well, where should they go? They can go to Canir and stay there. They'll be safe with all the Fenri and Káyüts protecting them, and I'm sure they'll be happy to see their relatives on your side."

"That's a big no." Radclyff places Aila on the side of the bed, pounding away at her buttocks.

"Why not?"

"The citizens are under threat from a monster. My brother, sister, and Kellam keep me updated on how things are going on over there, and that's how I know. I haven't heard anything from them in a very long time, longer than usual, and I worry about the situation deteriorating for the worst."

"And Kaera is leading the others straight to it?" Aila holds the blankets tightly in her hands, bracing herself against the long and thick shaft from her husband.

Radclyff growls in pleasure, letting more of the animal inside him out, before speaking, "Yes, she is and is aware of it."

"May Kyren protect and guide them through the troubles ahead and see they all make it out alive," Aila finally said after sensing Radclyff's semen in her; after a brief pause, he resumes plowing her without taking his penis out of her at all. She places her legs over his head while he fondles and licks her breasts.

"I'm also still in exile from there," he spoke.

"For what?"

"Losing control of the beast." Since then, Radclyff has additional marks that will result in banishment upon discovery in Canir. "Because of the banishment, I switched my name from Guðbjartur to Radclyff in honor of a man that became the first Human and outsider to be an honorary citizen of Canir."

Aila moves her husband's head so she can kiss him passionately. "And we've tamed the Direfenri's aggressive nature and converted it to a sexier version." She starts to stroke his tail, spiking his arousal, coaxing a growl from him, and causing him to penetrate her more vigorously; it is one of his erogenous zones. "I prefer calling you Radclyff instead of… whatever your original name is." She can't pronounce the name after three attempts.

"Even without the danger plaguing the country, I doubt our children would receive a warm welcome from the location once the citizens find out they're from me." In response to Aila stroking his tail, Radclyff takes extra measures at playing with one of her sensitive areas of the body by tugging her erect nipples with his teeth, pulling and releasing them numerous times. They snap quickly back into place each instance. He also licks on her aureolas and yips as she yanks his tail though that only riles him up even more, and she knows it.

Aila prepares herself for an oncoming, major pounding from Radclyff as he tosses her on the bed. To get him to peak erection, she sucks on his penis, going straight to the base, including his knot. Once she tastes his pre, she releases his cock, and presents her intimate orifices to him as she raises her butt. He latches onto her sides with more significant force than previously, slamming his dick in her anus while on his knees. The exertion catalyzes the bed to shake from his thrusts. His hands start to migrate over to her fundament, spreading the cheeks wide and squeezing them. The compressions turn tight while he discharges semen inside her and all over her after pulling out.

Their night not over, Aila positions her posterior against Radclyff's genitalia while he sits at the edge of the bed. Teasing his emotions, she caresses his cock with her butt-crack while bending over without allowing it to pierce her.

"You're such a tease, Aila."

"What are you going to do about it?" Aila sticks her tongue out at him.

"This." Similar to before, Radclyff latches onto Aila's hands, pulling them backward. Instead of exerting his hips, he pulls her back onto his penis, repeating it in a cycle as she releases a portion of his shaft from her anus. Slowly their coitus transitions into her sitting on his lap. While he enters her asshole, she has an idea of where to place their offsprings.

"We can try my family in Aeyis," Aila panted.

"That's one possibility; we would have to find a long route to make sure our kids avoid the Phehans," Radclyff said as he pressed one of his hands deep into her pussy while pounding away.

"I have another idea!" Aila shouted from her excitement by the epiphany and from her fundament's orifice.

"What is it?" Radclyff asked, not stopping their intercourse.

"Skye!" Aila exclaimed.

"Skye? What about her?" Radclyff asked with a confused look.

"She can help us."

"I thought you two didn't get along during our adventures; you two were always bickering, and that incident in Necerek didn't do much in helping to restore your relationship."

"Yes, but she loves children, and I doubt she would let an opportunity for me to owe a favor to her slip by."

"I know she has a residence in Meybury, but what can she do now that she's old if the threat finds out?"

"She's a paranoid, superstitious person; she most likely has that place booby-trapped like hell and has other measures. We're all too familiar with how effective her traps are."

Radclyff winces from the memories of falling into Skye's traps. "Don't remind me of that. Meybury is a good distance away from Belburn, though." He can sense another orgasm coming soon.

Aila can perceive it, too, from the twitching of his penis. "We can ask her tomorrow. Now, you need to focus on filling me up again, big guy." Radclyff sends another burst of semen into her not long after hearing those words, almost on command. Once the last amount vacates from his cock, they indulge in the salty treat in the sixty-nine position while cleaning up the mess. Satisfied with the work, he starts another round of humping her posterior, holding her arms behind her back while she's against a wall.

"There's still a risk that Skye will unleash, you know what," he panted. "Would our offspring still be safe if that occurs?

"She wouldn't allow it to happen. She made significant progress on taming it, and she loathes it, so that shouldn't be the case. Besides, I fear for any threat that would arrive at her house if the worst-case scenario becomes a reality." Unconsciously, Aila moans as his testicles bounce against her. "Oh… yes. Breed me like one of those Fenri bitches."

Upon hearing the encouraging words, Radclyff pounds even more explosively. "If you insist." He proceeds to rest his left leg on his wife's rear end. "The trauma Skye would experience will be torturous if she loses control over it."

Aila juggles the critique along with a million other signals of her intercourse. "That's one thought to consider. She will indisputably hate herself if it liberates itself. She may actually back out of the plan because of it."

"What would be our backup plan?"

"I don't know. Let's fret about that bridge when it arises."

After another minute of vigorous penetration culminating in their orgasms, Radclyff and Aila lay against each other on their sides with her right leg up in the air. He is piercing her vagina for the first time this session. She has a thought about Barion and their other children. "They won't appreciate leaving us, especially the triplets."

"They would throw a major tantrum," Radclyff agreed. "We may have to bribe them."

"Barion may insist on staying."

"I prefer him assisting Skye or whoever will take our children than staying here close to danger."

"If he remains here, it'll be easier to mend your relationship with him."

A frown materializes on Radclyff's visage. "I hope I didn't ruin it beyond repair. I wish I had better control."

Aila proceeds to place one of her hands on his cheek and kisses him. "I'm positive he doesn't despise you that much to sever the connection."

"How would I fix it?"

"Be the loving father that you are, and eventually, he'll warm up to you. An opportunity may arise for you to make significant progress. Just know it will require time. We need to focus on each other now. I'm close."

Radclyff growls as he increases his speed. "Oh Faer, you're still tight after all these years."

"You're thick, long cock feels amazing. I don't know how long I'll last."

"I'm about to cum, Aila."

"Don't hold back, Radclyff. I'm ready for your seed." As he ejaculates into her uterus, Radclyff bites gently on Aila's neck. Time seems to stand still during their orgasm, warmly embracing each other while her belly expands that it appears that she's visibly pregnant if in public.

When his rigid body eases, Radclyff has one more thing to say to Aila after pulling out of her and prostrating on the bed, "After the threat to our family is over, I may have to leave again for something important."

"What is it?" Aila asked while rubbing his chest and genitals.

Radclyff holds his hands behind his head. "The Soulmonger may be returning. There are signs of his attempt, and Jemeir and I may have to get the gang together to stop him if true."

Aila sighs, "I knew what I was getting myself into when I married you and your responsibilities, but I wish he could've waited long after we're dead to show his ugly head."

"I know; I wish for the exact same thing too."

"How about we don't talk more of that depressing stuff for the rest of the night. You need to release all that energy and stress out of you, and I know you still have more left in you."

"You bet I do."

After several more rounds of cumming from a myriad of techniques and positions, Radclyff is finally hitting his limit with enough in reserve for one last go, and he can tell Aila has one more left in her. Instead of doing anal like the other attempts, they decide to do it vaginally for the grand finale. For preparation, though, he washes his genitals thoroughly and fast in the master bathroom. Then penetrates her anus with his penis, fingers her vagina with one of his hands, uses the other to fondle one of her breasts, and places his mouth on the other breast, all at the same time. She violently expels most of her pussy juice all over him, not sparing any fur on his face, chest, torso, and groin.

After Aila is on all fours and her vagina is slick, Radclyff mounts her and lets the animal inside him take over as he makes his wife; the thrusts get faster and more intense as the bulbous part of his penis swells and lodges itself in her. He gently presses his teeth on her neck. All the stress and energy lingering inside him leave in one big culmination as his body quakes from orgasming and all the sperm currently in the ballsack spill into the womb and the rest of her pussy with the shaft still stuck. Radclyff and Aila scream in pure bliss while trying to maintain a low profile so everyone else can sleep. Their bodies collapsing under the weight of tiredness as their sex drive diminishes, for now, and he rolls over so she can rest on top of him on his chest tufts while deep in thought. _She's right. I'm not the Radclyff I once was. She has done so much on taming the beast inside me and made me a better Fenri. I'm fortunate enough that she loves me and is my wife with many children, including Barion. I hope he can forgive me. It's going to be difficult choosing them or Jemeir. _Gasping for breath, they both say "I love you" to each other before falling asleep, conjoined by their groins.

(Fraunk POV)

The storm's main force moves beyond Belburn, but rain still pours from the clouds as the back half of the tempest comes in; Fraunk groans as he leaves work at night after doing a late shift following up on leads of the attack on Radclyff's family. Having his own wife and kids, he can sympathize with Aila and the others in their desire to see justice on the perpetrators. On autopilot, Fraunk navigates the streets while deep in thought about Drevas Rhulst.

Devas was an entrepreneur and had a business that went bankrupt. His girlfriend of one year broke up with him, and he was homeless for quite some time. Must've been extremely desperate for cash to take up the job. The question is, who did he have contact with that has the funds to launch that kind of operation? Tomorrow, I should go ask Aila, Barion, and the rest about who is rich and may have a grudge against them and hopefully have a list to look into to see if Drevas has a connection.

Fraunk accidentally collides with a person wearing a cloak for the rain; after exchanging a brief apology, he and the person with a female voice go their separate ways. Three blocks away from coming home to his wife and two kids, he feels something strange about him. He starts with a severe migraine, then dizziness, then shortness of breath, and finally weak legs; it didn't take long to progress through those symptoms. No one is within sight to help him, and he collapses in the street before reaching a door to knock. The same person from the collision stands over Fraunk, and he has a look of realization at who the person is.

"You're... you're... you're," he can only manage to get out before the pupils encompass his eyes, signaling to the word he's dead.

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