"Brother, you're finally home!" Ravel cried out, throwing herself into his arms with a grieving tone in her voice, tears streaming freely down her face.
Even the rest of his family watched him with concerned expressions, their worry evident. Le Fay stood at a distance, her eyes fixed on him with longing.
She clearly wanted to embrace him as much as Ravel did, but she held herself back, allowing Ravel, his younger sister, to have this moment.
As Riser gently stroked Ravel's blonde hair, his touch was tender yet distant.
"I'm home, Ravel," he said, his voice heavy with exhaustion and hollow as if all the life had been drained out of him.
His words carried the weight of defeat and loss.
Ravel, noticing his state, reluctantly let him go, allowing him to sit at the dining table.
He sank into the chair, letting out a weary sigh.
"The war is lost... our race's dignity has been trampled into the ground. What's the point of it all?" Riser muttered, his tone filled with anguish and despair.
"Brother..." Ravel whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
She didn't know how to comfort him, didn't even know where to begin.
If even someone as powerful as Sirzechs had been forced into a corner and rendered nearly powerless, what could she possibly say or do to help her brother?
"Let's go, Ravel," their mother said softly, wrapping an arm around her daughter's shoulders.
"Your brother needs time to heal on his own." She stroked Ravel's hair gently, offering some comfort.
Ravel nodded reluctantly, and together with their mother and father, she left the dining table, leaving Riser alone with Le Fay.
The family had decided that perhaps Le Fay might succeed where they could not.
"Are you giving up already, my beloved painter?" Le Fay asked, her voice soft but laced with concern as she took a seat beside him.
"I don't have an answer for that question, Le Fay. I really don't," Riser admitted, his tone filled with raw frustration.
"Everything is so confusing, so utterly hopeless. I tried—I really did—but no matter what I do, it only makes things worse. They attacked us, surrounded us, not because we were weak, but because we were too strong for them to handle. And maybe... just maybe, if I hadn't sent reinforcements, Serafall could've defeated Kokabiel on her own." He sighed deeply, his self-doubt now eating away at him.
"Maybe..." Le Fay offered no argument. Instead, she shifted her position, climbing onto his lap.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she leaned in close until her lips brushed against his.
They kissed, deeply and passionately, as Riser's hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer.
Her body pressed against him, her hips grinding against his as if trying to drown out his sorrow with her warmth.
He held her tightly, his tongue claiming hers as they became lost in the moment.
When they finally pulled apart, a thin string of saliva connected their lips.
Le Fay smiled teasingly, licking it away as she gazed into Riser's eyes with a playful yet understanding glint.
"How does it feel, my beloved painter?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. "Do you want to forget all of this pain, all of this chaos, and just run away with me? Somewhere far away, a place where no one knows who we are. Somewhere you can be yourself again, free of all this burden. No matter what happens, I will always belong to you."
Riser shook his head, refusing the tempting offer to live a peaceful life with Le Fay. "Thanks for your offer, Le Fay, but I have responsibilities and duties in the underworld. Everyone expects me to win, to change this wretched society, and I don't feel like breaking those expectations."
"You've always been so stubborn, Adolf Riser." Le Fay smiled softly at his answer, already expecting him to refuse.
He wouldn't be the man she loved if he simply agreed to her request.
"Anyway, I have always been yours, Riser. Life in prison might not have been great for you, and you've been abstaining from the pleasures you once knew for far too long. My body is yours to claim now," she whispered seductively, her voice dripping with desire as her lips curved into a teasing smile. "Be rough with me, my beloved. No holding back—I love it when you're rough with me."
What else could Riser say to such an irresistible invitation?
Of course, she shall be bred!
Without hesitation, he did what any real man would do in this situation.
His hands grabbed the fabric of her dress and tore it apart, leaving it in tatters as her luscious figure was laid bare before him.
Her massive breasts, full and inviting, now rested in his hands.
A primal hunger overtook him as he kneaded them firmly, his mouth hungrily latching onto one of her pert nipples.
"Yes, Riser... Ahhh...! Don't stop! Keep sucking!" Le Fay gasped, her fingers weaving through his hair as she smirked with wicked satisfaction.
Suddenly, a warm stream of milk leaked from her pink nipples, the creamy liquid spilling into his eager mouth.
Her magic made it effortless for her to produce, and she could even alter its flavor at will, making every drop a delight for him as he greedily drank her dry.
When he finally pulled away, he pressed his lips to hers, sharing the sweet taste of her milk as their tongues tangled in a messy, heated kiss.
Their breaths mingled, their desire escalating with each passing second.
Riser didn't wait any longer. He turned her around and bent her over the desk, her skirt flipping up to reveal her round, perfect ass.
Sliding her panties down with a rough tug, he positioned himself behind her.
His throbbing cock teased her slick entrance for only a moment before he slammed into her with a single thrust.
His hands gripped her waist tightly as he began pounding her relentlessly, the desk shaking beneath their movements.
"Yes, Riser! Ahhh! Yes! Just like that—rougher! Don't hold back!" she cried out, her voice trembling with ecstasy.
"As you wish, Le Fay," he growled, his voice low and full of dominance.
He drove into her harder, faster, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body.
Her moans echoed through the room as she came, her walls clenching tightly around him.
In turn, Riser released his thick, hot cum deep inside her, their orgasms perfectly synchronized.
But they weren't done. Not even close.
Their shared madness drove them to continue, round after round.
Two, three, and then countless more, their bodies colliding in an unrelenting rhythm of lust.
The room was filled with the sinful symphony of flesh meeting flesh, mingled with the sound of her moans and his growls of satisfaction.
By the end, neither of them knew how much time had passed, but neither cared.
They had surrendered completely to their shared desire, their passion leaving them breathless, yet utterly fulfilled.