"Ah! Oh, god, Guron—slow down! You’re going to break me!"

Himelda’s loud, echoing moan shattered the quietness of the room. She was pushed down onto the mattress on all fours, her fingers clawing desperately into the sheets as her husband’s massive, heavy body pressed relentlessly against her backside. Guron wasn’t listening to her pleas at all. His muscular hands gripped her hips with a bruising force, locking her pelvis in place as he delivered deep hard thrusts that rocked her entire frame forward with every single impact.

The speed of his movements was relentless, a frantic, animalistic rhythm that left Himelda completely breathless. Her back was arched, her head thrown back as she gasped for air, her loud moans filling the room as Guron continued to hammer into her with unbridled fury.

"I am not going slow on your body tonight, Himelda!" Guron growled out, hisvoice vibrating against the skin of her bare shoulder. He let out a harsh, panting breath, his chest plate slamming hard against her back with every single deep plunge. "I have missed this moment far too bad. I have suffered through six long months of complete sexual deprivation while you stayed thousands of miles away running your business grid in this country. Do you honestly think I am going to hold back my hunger now?"

He tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her body even closer until there was absolutely no space left between them. He delivered a massive, driving thrust that buried his entire length deep inside her core, making Himelda let out a high-pitched, completely broken shriek of pure pleasure.

"You need to start visiting your home back in our district frequently, woman!" Guron hissed through his clenched teeth, his sweat dripping down onto her arched spine as he continued to pound into her without a single second of hesitation. "You cannot keep staying away like this. If you don’t start catching those flights back home, I swear to you I will start boarding my private jet and coming to this country every single day of the week just to take what belongs to me!"

As he spoke, Guron deliberately shifted the angle of his body. He twisted his shaft inside her flesh, intentionally searching for her G-spot with the practiced precision of a dominant man who knew her anatomy inside out. The moment he found that exact, sensitive nerve cluster, he locked his hips into a shorter, incredibly fast and brutal rhythm, hitting that specific place again and again and again.

"Guron! Oh my god...!" Himelda sobbed out, her voice breaking completely as the intense, overwhelming friction began to scramble her neural pathways. She tried to move her hips away to catch her breath, but Guron’s hands were like steel clamps, holding her down against the mattress as he continued to ruthlessly abuse her pleasure center.

The sheer intensity of his thrusts was so great that Himelda could no longer form any comprehendible sentences. Her mind went completely blank, her mouth hanging open as a continuous stream of loud moans and broken whimpers spilled from her lips. She was entirely at his disposal, her body shaking uncontrollably under the crushing weight of his dominance. Guron’s breathing turned into a feral, heavy roar as he felt her internal walls contracting violently around him, signaling her climax. He didn’t slow down for a single second; instead, he accelerated his pace, his thrusts becoming so deep and frantic that the entire bed frame groaned under the pressure.

They went on like that for a very long, exhausting time, the raw sound of their skin slapping together filling the quiet suite until Guron finally reached his limit. With a loud, animalistic grunt of victory, he delivered three final, devastatingly deep plunges, burying himself to the absolute hilt before exploding inside her body. He poured a massive, hot torrent of semen deep into her womb, his entire body trembling with the force of his release. Himelda let out one last, exhausted cry before her arms completely gave out beneath her, and the two of them slammed heavily onto the mattress together, tangled in the messy sheets, panting for air in a state of exhaustion.

For several minutes, the only sound in the room was the synchronized thudding of their hearts and their ragged breathing. Slowly, the sweat began to cool on their skin. Guron rolled off her body, lying flat on his back with his forearm thrown over his eyes, while Himelda weakly pulled the top sheet over her shoulders. She cleared her throat, her voice still raspy from the screaming as she turned her head to look at her husband’s profile.

"How is our son doing back home, Guron?" Himelda asked quietly, her breath slowly returning to normal. "How is Dorrent handling the house, and more importantly... how is the treatment for his impotence going? Have you found anything that actually works on his system?"

Guron removed his arm from his face, letting out a long, heavy sigh that carried the weight of five years of family frustration. "The situation has been a complete nightmare, Himelda. I have literally tried every single medical expert, every top-tier specialist, and every expensive psychiatric doctor in the highest districts on his body. I spent millions of dollars flying in doctors from across the world, and absolutely none of it worked out. His manhood remained completely dead."

Himelda frowned, shifting her body on the pillow to face him fully. "So what did you do? You can’t just let the family line end with a broken Alpha."

"I didn’t," Guron stated flatly, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. "When all the legal medical experts failed our name, I decided to look outside the system. I finally found him a highly skilled herbalist from the deep slums of the lower sector. She is currently living under our roof and treating him with her medicines."

Himelda’s eyes widened slightly in immediate disapproval, her features twisting into a look of deep suspicion. "A herbalist from the slums? Guron, are you completely out of your mind? Is a girl like that even trustable? You know perfectly well that the people from those lower sectors are dangerous, desperate, and deceitful. Why on earth do you honestly think someone from the gutters can cure an S-tier Alpha’s condition when all the top medical experts failed?"

"Because she can, Himelda," Guron replied firmly, his voice full of an unshakeable certainty. "I did my research before I brought her into my house. She comes from a specific lineage of natural practitioners, and she has a massive, underground reputation for curing the most complicated, terminal diseases that standard hospitals give up on."

Himelda let out a sharp, breathy gasp of surprise, her hand flying up to her mouth as she processed his words. " The herbalist is even a woman. You put a common, lower-sector woman in close proximity to our son’s body?"

"Yes, she is a young woman," Guron said, completely unbothered by her classist outrage.

"And has there been any actual progress?" Himelda demanded, her voice rising with a sudden, intense curiosity. "Or is she just stealing our family money and playing games with Dorrent’s head?"

"There is a great, unbelievable amount of progress, Himelda," Guron delivered, a small, triumphant smile appearing on his face as he turned his head to look at his wife. "Exactly three weeks ago, while she was applying her herbal medicine onto Dorrent’s skin, Dorrent actually erected for the very first time in five years. It was a complete biological response."

Himelda’s jaw dropped in absolute shock. "He... he got hard? For a woman from the slums?"

"Yes," Guron nodded, though his smile faded slightly as he added the necessary detail. "Although Dorrent himself claims that the erection only lasted for a few minutes before it slammed down flat again, it is still the only real progress we have seen in half a decade. The treatment is clearly working on his nervous system. It is only a matter of time before he is fully restored."

Himelda let out a long, shuddering breath, her mind racing as she relaxed slightly against the pillows. "Well... if she can truly fix his body and secure the family line, I suppose it is a good progress. At least there is hope for a grandson. What exactly is the name of this slum herbalist, Guron? What family does she belong to?"

Guron closed his eyes, his voice flat and casual as he answered her question. "Her name is Jannah Nenth."

The moment the name left his mouth, the atmosphere inside the room completely froze. Himelda’s body went rigid, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes widened with a terrifying shock. All the remaining warmth and color drained from her face within a second, leaving her skin a ghostly, translucent white.

"Nenth?" Himelda whispered, her voice cracking into a high-pitched shriek that shook with a deep-seated terror. "Which... which Nenth did you just say, Guron?!"

Guron opened his eyes, frowning as he looked at his wife’s sudden, unhinged reaction. "She is Duro Nenth’s granddaughter, Himelda. Why do you look so terrified?"

Himelda stared at her husband with wide, bloodshot eyes, her entire frame beginning to shiver against the sheets as her final words left her lips in a gasp of horror.

"What... what did you just say?!"