Retired S-rank father becomes a teacher

Nineteen years ago, at a mansion in the city. Freshly built, the marble tiles in the entrance were polished and the stairs led up to a bedroom. In the kitchen there were boxes. The garden was barren, no trees, flowers, just a wall around the estate and chilly winds.

A woman stood in the dirt field. Her silver hair swayed with the wind and her emerald eyes glowed bright under the fading sunrise.

“This is perfect for a garden!” She squeeled.

Silas’ heartbeat quickened at her smile, she looked absolutely stunning to him.

“Really? I thought a pool would be better. A jacuzzi maybe,” he said, his hands holding a cup of warm tea as he stood at the doorway of the backdoor.

His wife turned her head towards him.

“No,” she said and dashed to the middle of the dirt. Her boots made thumping noises with each step.

“The apple tree goes here, the flowers all around the path, and maybe a bench...no three benches under the tree,” she looked at the sky as she talked, imagining her creation.

“Your vision is magnificent, my love.”

He teleported behind her, lifting her into his arms and spinning around. A laugh escaped her lips as the wind blew her hair and she put her arms around him to stabilize herself.

When he stopped, Elizabeth was breathing fast, the pink blush on her cheeks was beautiful. Silas looked down at her and she leaned up to kiss him. Her soft lips pressed against his. His eyes closed and the warmth spread to every corner of his body.

“Our first day in our forever home and you’re already trying to make me dizzy,” she joked.

A chuckle escaped him.

“You did say no to a jacuzzi. I am trying to compensate for all the skinny dipping sessions I won’t get.” He wiggled his eyebrows, a smirk on his face.

Elizabeth laughed and hit him on the shoulder lightly.

“What about that time in the Caribbean?” She countered. “I remember a turtle was watching us the entire time... it was so embarrassing!”

Putting her down on the ground, he shook his head.

“It was a turtle honey, it didn’t care,” he said, taking a sip of his tea.

They walked to the door, leaving two sets of footprints behind them. She took off her boots before entering. The kitchen was big enough to fit a whole dining table in. They sat next to each other on boxes.

“So how’s work?” Elizabeth asked him and she opened a bottle of beer, taking a swig.

His pulse fastened, thinking about work. The hunter association. The world needed to clear three more S-ranked dungeon to call it normal again.

The taste of beer filled his mouth as he stole the bottle from his wife and took a gulp. She looked at him with a pout.

“Work is amazing,” he said.

She squinted at him before stealing her bottle back and finishing it off.

“Vague. Too vague, husband of mine,” she pointed at him. “You’ll have to give me more detail.”

He laughed.

“Okay okay you want to know the details. So do you know what the moon is?” he teased.

His wife rolled her eyes.

“Yes honey I’ve left my socks there many times.” She opened a second bottle and poured the alcohol into a glass for both of them. Silas’ smile widened at the joke.

“Now imagine a city there. It’s on the moon. A big ass city where people can live safely. All built in a few years,” he explained.

His insides felt like they were vibrating.

“Thanks to me. Cities on the moon, on mars, in space. All done within a decade. You can go there too if you want. I can take you on a date to Mars,” he finished, his eyes sparkling.

Elizabeth sipped her drink as she listened to him talk with a big smile on his lips, she could see the joy on his face and his voice was giddy with excitement. She felt his happiness like it was hers.

He was making the world a safe place, a place where people like her could live and even after that he wanted to help people by building new cities on uninhabited planets.

Her husband was a hero.

“I would love to go on a date to Mars, it sounds...out of the world,” she laughed at her own joke.

Silas chuckled.

"There's a ceremony next month. They're going to announce the era name with all the S-ranks present, everyone, worldwide broadcast. Berlin wants me to give a speech and choose a name for the era. Me, naming the space age," he said.

He felt light, like he was floating.

“Oh and what will you call it my love?” Elizabeth asked, a glint of curiosity in her eyes. She was happy that he was finally going to be free from hunting—risking his life.

He tapped his glass with his finger, the glass was cold.

“Silas Era,” he said.

She choked.

“Terrible, absolutely terrible,” she coughed, trying to take a breath and then taking another sip of the cold beer.

His brows shot up.

“What about the Vane Era?” he suggested. He thought it sounded better.

That only made his wife burst out laughing again. Putting down her glass, she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and held his face in her hands.

“You suck at naming eras, Silas.” She giggled and kissed the tip of his nose. He loved the sound of her laugh, it made him feel like he could fly to the stars.

“Era’s need to be powerful and full of impact,” Elizabeth explained as she moved her face close to his. He could smell the sweetness of the beer on her breath.

Powerful huh? He crossed his arms.

“The Space God Era.” Silas said with a confident grin. It had impact, it sounded cool too. That was actually his first choice.

Elizabeth stared at him for a solid minute, her lips in a straight line.

Then she stood up and pushed the boxes away and put her hand on his forehead. Magic started flowing through her fingers and into him. A white glow emitting from her hand.

“Stand still I have to fix your brain.” She had a deadpan voice, her green eyes focused. “Your wires are crossed. No maybe not even connected. I need to check for any tumors in your head.”

Her healing magic tickled as she examined him.

“Come on, it sounds cool. Admit it,” he said. It didn’t work on his wife.

She stopped the flow of magic and pulled him into a hug.

“I love you even if you have the IQ of a potato.”

Silas rolled his eyes at her dramatics but he wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tightly. Then he teleported to their bedroom which was the only furnished room.

Elizabeth fell on the bed with a yelp, looking at him with a playful glare.

“I told you warn me before you teleport me. It feels like my insides got shuffled around like a salad.” She rubbed her belly.

He grinned and walked to her, poking her stomach.

“Who knows maybe I moved some things around to make room for our baby,” he said.

Her cheeks became pink.

“Okay... that is not something you casually say to a woman,” her voice was high pitched. Then she shook her head and narrowed her eyes at him, the blush still there.

Right women didn’t like space magic messing with their internal organs. Noted. The smell of alcohol was coming from her and it made his brain a bit hazy. The bed squeaked as he laid himself on his back next to her. Another squeak followed as she laid herself on his chest, her eyes staring directly at his like a predator.

The world became quiet as they looked into each others eyes. Their breaths synchronized and their hearts beat at the same pace.

She kissed him. Her lips were cold from the drink. His hands moved down her back and rested at her butt, squeezing the flesh through the jeans she wore. Then it vanished, leaving her completely naked on top of him.

Elizabeth gasped, the cold air hitting her skin, making goosebumps appear on her arms.

Silas removed his own clothes and pulled her body closer to his. His cock pressed against her stomach. She wiggled a bit to get into a more comfortable position, grinding on his member as she did so.

“Someone’s happy to see me,” she giggled and moved down, her mouth at the same level as his dick. With one hand she stroked it slowly while the other held the base.

“hmn~” Silas moaned softly.

Her tongue poked out, touching the tip of his length, the precum wetting her tongue. She tasted it, savored it and opened her lips. The wet warmth engulfed him, her mouth going down on him until the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat.

He could feel every twitch and every lick. She was looking up at him with her green eyes as she bobbed her head. The pressure inside him grew stronger.

It was heavenly.

But he wanted to be inside her.

“Let me return the favor love,” he said, his breathing irregular as she pulled away.

With her face flushed and lips wet she laid back down on the bed and spread her legs for him.

His hands wrapped around her thighs, keeping her legs open for him as he brought his head down, his hot breath hitting her sensitive folds. Elizabeth squirmed as she waited for him. The smell of her sweet scent filled his nose. It was intoxicating.

Silas licked her clit slowly. A soft gasp from her followed. She put one of her hands through his hair as he continued to lick her, tasting her arousal.

His tongue entered her hole, it felt so tight and hot inside. The sound of slurping and the moans of his wife filled the quietness of the bedroom.

After a minute or two, she pushed his head away. Her face was red, her eyes a bit lidded from the pleasure. He licked his lips to get a last taste of her juices.

“Enough... I need you inside me,” Elizabeth panted.

She stretched out her hand and he took it. Their fingers intertwined and he positioned himself at her entrance, feeling the moisture on the tip of his length. The bed creaked as he entered her slowly.

Her mouth parted as he moved deeper. She was tight and warm. He loved the feeling, the connection they had when they were in each others bodies. When he was completely inside.

The room was lit only with the moonlight shining through the windows, the bed was soft beneath their bodies.

“Go slow,” his wife whispered as she squeezed his hand.

So he went slow, each thrust gentle, wanting her to feel every movement. His other hand went to her mounds and played with her nipple, pinching it.

Her breathing got faster. Her eyes fluttered close, the blush spreading to her neck. He felt it too, the heat that was building up in his stomach.

“Faster,” she managed to say, her voice full of need.

Silas followed her order. His movements quickened and he pounded into her with more energy. The bed was rocking, hitting the wall. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and her boobs jiggled with every move.

His mind felt dizzy. She was under him, taking him in with that beautiful flushed expression.

He couldn’t take it anymore. They were making love on a bed in their first home. A new chapter was opening.

“I’m close.” He whispered.

Elizabeth nodded. Her folds clamped around his shaft.

“Inside okay? Please~”

His eyes widened and he smiled. He leaned down and kissed her passionately.

When they pulled apart their breaths were heavy. He was at his limit. Going deeper he thrusted into her one last time, his balls tightening as he released his seed into her. His muscles spasming as he came.

The wetness filled her, making her feel hotter than she already was and complete.

“Silas I love you,” she said.

“I love you too.” He rolled over so he didn’t crush her and laid down next to her. The white liquid slowly leaked out from her womanhood and he used his magic to teleport a wet cloth to clean her up.

When he was done, they cuddled under the blanket as the sound of cars passed by outside. It felt right being here in this new home.

A new chapter indeed. Then the perfect name for the era hit his mind. He smiled and kissed Elizabeth.

“The Rosevane Era.” he said.

Elizabeth hummed and snuggled closer to him. She didn’t say anything else. Silas could see it, her approval in her eyes.