Wrong Script, Right Love Chapter 60: Drenched in Chaos (and Love)

[Leif’s POV — Chamber — Continuation]

"Haa... huff—haa..."

My chest rose and fell, every breath ragged, every nerve in my body screaming exhaustion. I was tired. Tired as hell. And yet... when I looked at Alvar, when I saw those blue, burning eyes fixed only on ... I didn’t want it to end.

I was sprawled weakly across the mattress when his warm hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing gently over my skin.

"Why are you this adorable, hmm?" he murmured, lips curving into that faint smile that lted and destroyed all at once. "You’re looking at like this... and all I can think is that I haven’t filled you nearly enough."

My throat tightened. I couldn’t even form words—I just stared at him, dazed, trembling, unable to fight him, unwilling to.

He shifted, spreading my legs with the strength of his thighs, pressing his cock against again. My breath hitched, sharp and desperate.

"Haa... haaa..." I gasped, staring at him helplessly. He had already co three tis—three tis—and still his hunger was endless. Now, this... the fourth round in broad daylight.

And then—

THRUST.

"AAAHhhhhh—haa—haa—haa—!" My cry ripped out of as his cock slamd deep inside, stretching rcilessly open once more.

He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear as he captured my trembling hands, placing them around his neck. His voice was low, commanding, yet impossibly tender.

"Hold , Leif. Don’t let go."

Another thrust, hard and deep, made scream into his shoulder.

"Nghhh—haa—Alvar...!"

His pace was brutal, his cock plunging into again and again, shaking my body to its core. And yet... every ti his hips slamd forward, his arms tightened around as if to shield from everything else in the world.

"Yes... that’s it," he groaned, his breath hot against my lips. "Moan for . Say my na... let hear you lose yourself on , my love... my Leif."

My body arched, spine bowing, as I gave him everything. "Ahhh—ugh—nghhh—hnnnnghh—A...Alvarrrr...!"

Each thrust filled to breaking, his cock stretching so completely, owning every inch of , driving insane with that unbearable mix of pain and sweetness. He kissed then, hard and deep, swallowing my cries, his tongue claiming as ruthlessly as his body did.

"Leif..." His voice broke in my mouth, rough and desperate, a growl mixed with a prayer.

His lips moved down my jaw to my throat, sucking bruises into my skin as he whispered between ragged thrusts. "You’re so beautiful... so perfect... so mine. You’ll always be mine. Only mine."

"Alvarrr... ahhh—" My hands clung to him desperately, nails digging into his back.

Every movent of his body inside was overwhelming, stealing my breath, my sanity. And yet, in the way he held —so close, so carefully—there was a gentleness that undid more than the roughness ever could.

I could drown in him forever. Drown in his heat, his strength, his love—happily, without a single regret.

He shifted suddenly, gripping my thigh with one strong hand and lifting my left leg high, resting it against his shoulder. My body bent open for him completely—helpless, trembling, exposed.

And then—

THWAP! FWOP! FWOP!

"Nghhh—ahhh—!!!"

I choked on my own cry as his cock drove deeper than ever, pounding into with brutal, relentless force. Each thrust made my entire body jolt up the mattress, my vision blurring with tears, my throat breaking with moans I couldn’t control.

"Haaahhh—yes... like this," Alvar growled above , sweat dripping from his jaw as his hips slamd again and again into mine. "Look at you, Leif... falling apart on my cock. My love, my everything... nghhh... you’re perfect."

"Al...Alvar—ahhh—s-slow—I c-can’t—!" I sobbed, my nails clawing helplessly at the sheets.

He leaned closer over , bending nearly in half as his thrusts grew faster, harder, and more devastating.

"Ahhhhhh—nnghhh!" I scread, my body arching violently as tears stread down my face.

My cock rubbed between our stomachs, slick and leaking, throbbing so hard I thought I’d die from the pleasure. My walls clenched down desperately around him, milking him, begging without words for him not to stop.

"Leif—fuck—so tight... nghhh—you’re squeezing inside," Alvar groaned hoarsely, his thrusts turning ragged and desperate. His lips crashed onto mine, devouring in a kiss as savage as his hips. "Cum for , love. Cum with ... right now."

I whimpered into his mouth, my body convulsing, my cock twitching violently—and then—

"Ahhhhhh—Alvarrrr!!!"

Hot, thick ropes spilled across my chest and stomach as my orgasm ripped through , so fierce my vision went white. My body shook violently, shuddering, clenching around him like I’d never let go.

THWOPPPP!

Alvar slamd deep one final ti, burying himself fully inside . His entire body tensed, cock twitching hard as he let out a guttural roar, releasing hot, endless spurts that filled to the core. His arms locked around , holding so close it felt like he wanted to fuse our bodies into one.

The pleasure was overwhelming—so much that it hurt.

"Nnghhh—it... it hurts." I gasped, my voice trembling as tears slipped down my cheeks.

Alvar’s wild eyes softened instantly. He looked down at , his expression breaking into sothing raw, sothing tender. He leaned in, licking away my tears with slow, reverent strokes of his tongue, his cock still pulsing inside as if refusing to leave.

"I can’t... anymore..." I whispered hoarsely, my voice breaking as my body quivered beneath him.

"Shhh..." He kissed my forehead, lingering there as if to seal his words into . His voice ca low, husky, and full of love. "I won’t push you anymore, my Leif. You’ve taken enough... more than enough. Let hold you now. Let take you to the bath."

Relief washed over at his promise, my body finally sagging into his arms. My eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion pulling under. And just like that I allowed myself to completely let go, cradled in his warmth.

And just before the darkness of sleep dragged under, one last, unhinged thought clawed its way through my fried brain—

Thank every celestial, infernal, and transmigrator god in existence... that this isn’t so ogaverse world.

Because if it was, with the way Alvar just tried to rearrange my insides, I’d be nine months pregnant by tomorrow morning, waddling around the chamber like, "Congratulations, it’s quintuplets."

I swear to all that’s holy, the man would breed into extinction.

***

[Leif’s Chamber—Later]

"Is it good?" Alvar asked, tilting the spoon toward my lips with the kind of care one usually reserves for feeding sacred temple statues—or toddlers.

I swallowed and nodded. "Yeah. It’s good."

His smile softened. "Drink more. You must be starving."

I gave him a flat, deadpan look. "Starving? Try exhausted and half-dead. Alvar, we’ve been doing it since morning. Morning! And now it’s evening. I’m hungry, yes—but only because my overly horny, too-much-energy boyfriend drained out my soul, my bones, and my entire will to live... through my ass."

He chuckled.

The absolute nerve of him—smiling as though he wasn’t the architect of my current half-dead, post-apocalyptic state.

I slumped back against the pillows and muttered, "And now I’m supposed to ride toward the capital? My butt is already fried. If the horse bounces even once, I’m throwing myself off."

Alvar blinked, then gently cupped my cheek with his warm palm. "I’ll ride with you. I’ll make sure the journey is comfortable for you and your—" his lips curved—"round, soft, squi—"

"Alvar." My voice turned sharp. "If you dare ntion the shape or color of my private parts again, I will abandon you and ride with Sir Roland instead."

He froze like a guilty child and imdiately shut his mouth. "...Yes. As my dear wife commands."

I choked on my soup.

Cough!! cough!!!

"W-Wife?! What did you just call ?!"

Unbothered, he calmly leaned in to wipe the corner of my lips with his thumb. "Didn’t you say you’re the Crimson Pack’s Mama? After marriage, that makes you my wife. Simple."

I blinked. My brain stuttered. "I—I an, sure, that’s a given but... wait. You’re actually serious about marriage? Alvar, I was joking! I only proposed out of pure laziness—so please, for the love of the gods, forget I ever said that."

I stared at him. Blinked. Even narrowed my eyes suspiciously.

... Oh gods. He was actually serious. Dead serious.

So Alvar really wanted to marry , huh?

Well. That’s nice. For . Because if he marries ... that ans... I can dump all my responsibilities on him exactly as planned.

A tiny giggle escaped my lips. "Hehehe..."

Alvar tilted his head, puzzled. "Are you really that happy to marry ?"

I threw my arms around him dramatically, pressing my face into his chest. "Yes, totally. Over the moon. Let’s get married, my dearest husband—soon-to-be victim of my workload."

He chuckled, low and warm, patting my back as if I were a spoiled child.

All right, capital city... brace yourself. We’re coming to create chaos.