Chapter 102: Letting Lyra Rest (R-18)

Lyra nodded slowly, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and excitement. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the pulsing throb of his erection against her.

Alaric then entered her, his movements slow and deliberate, teasing her with every inch. Lyra moaned softly, her body arching beneath him, her nails digging into his back.

The sensation was even more intense this time, the warm water amplifying the pleasure, the intimacy of their surroundings adding a new dimension to their encounter. Lyra’s moans grew louder, more insistent, as Alaric’s strokes became deeper, more powerful.

He moved with a newfound confidence, his movements no longer hesitant or restrained, but demanding and possessive. He pulled her hair gently, his fingers tangling in the silken strands. He whispered suggestive things in her ear, pushing her further, encouraging her to surrender completely to his will.

Lyra responded in kind, her body moving with his, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. She was no longer just a passive recipient of his affections; she was an active participant, her own desire mirroring his.

The water splashed around them, the sounds mingling with their moans and gasps, creating a symphony of passion that echoed through the bathroom. The steam from the hot water clung to the air, creating a hazy, sensual atmosphere.

Alaric continued his assault, his movements becoming faster, more frantic. Lyra’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as she reached the peak of her pleasure. Her body shuddered beneath him, her muscles contracting in a series of intense spasms.

Alaric followed soon after, his own release a raw, primal cry that echoed through the room. They clung to each other, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The warm water washed over them, a soothing balm against their heated skin.

The intensity of their shared climax left them both breathless and disoriented. They lay together in the water, their bodies still connected, their hearts pounding in unison. The silence was broken only by the soft splashing of the water and their ragged breaths.

Alaric then decided to change their positions once more, rolling them over so that Lyra was now straddling him, facing him. He guided her hands to his shoulders, encouraging her to take control.

Lyra hesitated for a moment, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. She had never been in this position before and had never taken the lead in their lovemaking.

Alaric smiled encouragingly, his eyes burning with desire. “Go on, Mother,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “Show me what you can do.”

Lyra took a deep breath, steeling her nerves. She then began to move her hips, slowly at first, then with increasing confidence. She could feel Alaric’s member inside her, throbbing with renewed desire.

Her moans grew louder as she found her rhythm, her body moving in perfect harmony with his. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, her hair falling around their faces like a silken curtain.

Alaric reached up and cupped her breasts, his fingers gently kneading the soft flesh. He then leaned down and kissed her again, a deep, passionate kiss that sent shivers down her spine.

They continued their passionate dance, the warm water swirling around them, the steam creating a hazy, sensual atmosphere. The sounds of their moans and gasps filled the bathroom, a testament to their shared desire.

As the afternoon light began to fade, casting long shadows across the bathroom, their passion reached new heights. They climaxed together again, their bodies shuddering with the intensity of their shared pleasure.

This was the second climax they had shared in the bath.

The shared climax in the warm bathwater had left them both breathless, their bodies still humming with residual pleasure. But Alaric wasn’t finished. The possessive fire in his red eyes hadn’t dimmed; it burned brighter, fueled by the knowledge of Lyra’s complete surrender. He shifted his weight slightly, his gaze sweeping over her flushed face, the soft curve of her neck, the rise and fall of her chest.

“That was… satisfying, Mother,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble in the steamy air. He ran a hand through her wet hair, his fingers tangling in the blonde strands. “But I think it’s time for a change of scenery.”

He gently but firmly rolled her over, positioning her on her hands and knees in the warm water. Lyra gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. This position, while not entirely new after the night’s earlier explorations, felt different in the confines of the tub, the water adding a new layer of vulnerability.

“Alaric…” she whispered, her voice a mix of surprise and apprehension.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. “Don’t worry, Mother,” he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of playful menace. “I’ll be gentle… mostly.”

He then positioned himself behind her, his member pressing against her entrance. The warm water provided little barrier against the heat of his body, the pulsing throb of his erection sending shivers down her spine.

“Are you ready?” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Lyra nodded slowly, her eyes closing tightly. She braced herself for the impact, the familiar yet always intense sensation of his entry.

Alaric entered her slowly, deliberately, teasing her with every inch. Lyra gasped, her body arching slightly, her nails digging into the edge of the tub. The warm water swirled around them, cushioning their movements, amplifying the intimacy of their connection.

He began to move, his strokes deep and powerful, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. The position, while humiliating, offered a unique level of intimacy, the close proximity of their bodies, the feeling of the water swirling around them, creating a heightened sense of sensation.

Lyra’s moans grew louder, more insistent, as Alaric’s pace quickened. She had been in this position before, during the long hours of the previous night, but the context was different now. Then, it had been a whirlwind of passion, a blur of sensations. Now, it was a deliberate act of submission, a complete surrender to his will.

Alaric, sensing her growing pleasure, held back his own climax, wanting to prolong the experience, to savor the feeling of being inside her, of having her completely at his mercy. He wanted to push her further, to take her to the very edge of her limits, and then pull her back, only to push her again.

He increased the intensity of his thrusts, his hands tightening on her hips, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Lyra’s moans turned into cries, her body shuddering with each powerful stroke.

“Alaric… please…” she gasped, her voice barely audible.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. “Please what, Mother?” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. “Tell me what you want.”

Lyra’s mind was a whirlwind of sensation, her thoughts fragmented, her inhibitions completely shattered. She could barely form a coherent sentence, her only focus on the intense pleasure that was coursing through her body.

“More…” she managed to whisper, her voice trembling. “Please… more…”

Alaric smirked, pleased with her response. He knew he had her completely under his control. He continued his assault, his movements becoming faster, more frantic.

Lyra’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as she approached her climax. Her body shuddered violently, her muscles contracting in a series of intense spasms. She cried out his name, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation.

Alaric held back his own release, wanting to prolong her pleasure, to savor the feeling of her climaxing beneath him. He continued his movements, his strokes becoming deeper, more powerful, until Lyra reached another peak, her body shuddering again, her cries echoing through the bathroom.

Only then, when he was certain that she had reached her absolute limit, did Alaric allow himself to follow. His own release was a raw, primal cry that echoed through the room, mingling with Lyra’s gasps and moans.

They clung to each other, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The warm water washed over them, a soothing balm against their heated skin.

Alaric then pulled out of her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. He could see the exhaustion in her face, the lingering traces of pleasure, the utter surrender in her eyes.

He leaned down and kissed her again, a soft, lingering kiss that left her breathless. He then gently helped her to sit up, his hands supporting her as she regained her balance.

“Are you alright, Mother?” he murmured, his voice low and concerned.

Lyra nodded slowly, her eyes still glazed over with pleasure. She was still reeling from the intensity of their encounter, her mind struggling to process what had just happened.

“I…” she stammered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t know what to say.”

Alaric smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “There’s nothing to say, Mother,” he murmured. “We both know what happened. And we both know that we enjoyed it.”

He then stood up, stepping out of the tub.

The cool air of the bathroom contrasted sharply with the warmth of the water they had just emerged from. Alaric reached for two plush towels, handing one to Lyra before drying himself off with the other. His movements were slow and deliberate, his gaze lingering on Lyra’s still-flushed face and the faint marks he had left on her skin. He knew these physical reminders of their shared intimacy would serve as a constant reminder of their transgression, a secret bond etched onto her very being.

Lyra, still slightly unsteady on her feet, wrapped the towel around herself, her gaze darting nervously around the room. The lingering scent of their passion hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the intense moments they had just shared. She felt a strange mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their encounters.

Once they were both dry, Alaric moved towards a wardrobe tucked into the corner of the bathroom. He opened it to reveal an array of elegant clothing. He selected a rich, dark blue tunic and matching trousers for himself, then turned to Lyra, a playful glint in his red eyes.

“Allow me, Mother,” he murmured, selecting a flowing, emerald green gown from the wardrobe. The fabric was a luxurious silk that shimmered under the light, its deep green hue complementing Lyra’s blonde hair and fair skin.

He held the gown out for her, his eyes lingering on her still-naked form. Lyra hesitated for a moment, then took the gown from his hands, her fingers brushing against his. A shiver ran down her spine at the contact, a reminder of the raw intensity of his touch.

As she slipped into the gown, Alaric watched her intently, his gaze tracing the curves of her body as the fabric draped over her. He then reached out and gently adjusted the neckline, ensuring that it showcased her ample cleavage to its full advantage.

Lyra blushed, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. She could see the desire still burning in his red eyes, the possessive gleam that sent a thrill of both fear and excitement through her.

Once they were both dressed, Alaric moved closer to Lyra, his hand reaching out to gently cup her buttocks through the fabric of her gown. He gave her a playful squeeze, his smirk widening as he felt her tense beneath his touch.

“You look stunning, Mother,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. He then moved his hand up to her breasts, gently fondling them through the silk. “And you feel even better.”

Lyra gasped softly, her legs feeling weak beneath her. She leaned back against the vanity for support, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The lingering effects of their encounters, combined with Alaric’s continued teasing, were overwhelming her senses.

“Alaric…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I… I don’t think I can… I don’t have any strength left.”

Alaric chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down her spine. He pulled back slightly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Don’t worry, Mother,” he said, his voice laced with playful mockery. “I’m just teasing. You can take your time to recover. I wouldn’t want to overexert you… too much.”

He leaned down and kissed her again, a quick, fleeting kiss that left her breathless. He then stepped back, his eyes still holding that possessive gleam.

“I have some business to attend to,” he said, his voice now more formal. “I’ll leave you to rest.” He paused, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. “But I expect you to be ready for me later,” he added, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “We have much more to explore.”

Lyra’s heart pounded in her chest. She knew what he meant, and the thought sent a shiver of both fear and anticipation through her. She nodded slowly, unable to meet his eyes.

Alaric smirked, pleased with her response. He then turned and left the bathroom, leaving Lyra alone with her thoughts and her memories.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Lyra’s knees buckled. She stumbled back, collapsing into the plush armchair by her bed, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Every nerve in her body felt raw, exposed. Her fingertips trembled as they grazed her lips, still tingling from the memory of Alaric’s kisses.

She pressed her palms against her flushed cheeks, her reflection in the vanity mirror catching her eye. Her blonde hair was disheveled, a few loose strands sticking to her damp forehead. Her nightgown hung askew, one strap slipping off her shoulder. She looked utterly undone.

’I crossed the line,’ she thought, her chest tightening. The enormity of what had happened settled over her like a heavy cloak. ’Not just a line—an unthinkable boundary.’

Shame welled up, hot and suffocating. Yet, beneath it, another sensation lingered—dangerously intoxicating. The weight of Alaric’s hands on her body, the husky timbre of his voice murmuring her name, the way he had taken control so effortlessly—it all ignited a fire within her that she couldn’t extinguish.

“How could I let this happen?” she whispered, her voice shaky and laced with self-reproach.

But even as the words left her lips, her heart betrayed her. A thrill ran through her at the memory of Alaric’s touch, the sheer intensity of their connection. She had never felt anything like it before—not even in her youth with her late husband.

Lyra sat there for what felt like an eternity, the silence of her chamber broken only by the faint ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece. She forced herself to look in the mirror, her blue eyes locking onto her reflection.

“You’re not the woman you were yesterday,” she said softly, the truth of the statement chilling her. She traced the faint marks on her neck with her fingertips, a bittersweet reminder of how far she’d fallen.

What would happen now? She had no answer. Alaric had left her with a knowing smirk, the kind that spoke volumes.

’He’s not a boy anymore,’ she realized, a strange mixture of admiration and unease filling her. ’He’s a man who knows exactly what he wants. And he wanted me.’

She didn’t know why but she felt exhilarated by the thought.

Meanwhile, Alaric strode down the dimly lit corridor, his lips curled into a satisfied smile. The faint scent of Lyra’s perfume lingered on his skin, a reminder of his triumph.

’Perfect,’ he thought, his mind already turning over the next steps in his plan. His mother had resisted at first, clinging to the decorum and propriety instilled in her by years of noble upbringing. But he had been patient, methodical. Now, she was his—body and mind.

By the time he reached the workshop, he had pushed thoughts of Lyra to the back of his mind. There was work to be done, and Iridelle was waiting. He opened the heavy oak door to find her bent over the workbench, her delicate fingers adjusting the alignment of a crystalline array on the prototype.

“Good afternoon, Young Master Alaric,” Iridelle greeted without looking up, her voice light and cheerful. “I’ve been tweaking the signal amplification array like we discussed yesterday. I think I’ve finally resolved the interference issue.”

Alaric walked in, his boots echoing softly against the stone floor. His gaze swept over the workbench, noting the meticulous adjustments Iridelle had made. “Let me see,” he said, stepping closer.

Iridelle straightened, brushing a strand of blue hair behind her ear. Her purple eyes sparkled with excitement as she handed him a schematic. “I realized the primary issue was with the resonator core. It wasn’t properly synchronized with the secondary matrix, so I recalibrated it.”

Alaric studied the schematic, nodding appreciatively. “Good work,” he said, his tone calm but approving. “You’re sharper than I gave you credit for.”

A faint blush dusted Iridelle’s cheeks at the compliment. “Thank you, Young Master. I’m just trying to keep up with your standards.”

He glanced at her, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re doing more than that. Keep it up.”

For the next few hours, they worked side by side, the atmosphere in the workshop charged with focus and determination. Alaric guided Iridelle through the next phase of the artifact’s design, occasionally stepping in to make precise adjustments himself.

“So,” Iridelle said after a while, breaking the silence, “are you planning to showcase this artifact at the spring conclave? It would be a game-changer for communication across the territories.”

Alaric glanced at her, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “That depends on whether we can get it operational in time. I don’t like presenting unfinished work.”

Iridelle chuckled softly. “Of course not. Perfectionism suits you, Young Master.”

As they worked, Alaric’s thoughts occasionally drifted back to Lyra.

’I need to do it with her regularly to corrode her mentality entirely,’ he mused, glancing briefly toward the workshop’s window.

Iridelle’s voice brought him back to the present. “What do you think of this alignment?” she asked, holding up a finely etched crystal.

Alaric stepped closer, his sharp eyes inspecting her work. “It’s almost perfect,” he said, taking the crystal from her hands. “But the curvature here needs a slight adjustment. Otherwise, the resonance won’t stabilize.”

“Got it,” Iridelle said, nodding as she took the crystal back. “I’ll fix it right away.”