Chapter 100: Alaric Loses Virginity To Lyra Steele, His Mother (R-18)

Lyra’s touch, placing Alaric’s hand on her breast, was a silent plea, a complete surrender. The soft moan that escaped her lips was a testament to the pent-up desire that had been simmering within her for weeks, now finally boiling over. Alaric, sensing the complete shift in her demeanor, the utter abandonment of her previous attempts at subtlety, dropped the pretense of polite conversation. The game was over. He had won.

He looked down at his mother, her eyes still closed, her face flushed with a mixture of anticipation and fear. He could feel the rapid beating of her heart beneath his hand, the soft warmth of her skin radiating through the thin fabric of her nightgown. A predatory gleam entered his eyes. The time for gentle teasing was over. Now was the time for claiming his prize.

He tightened his grip on her breast, his fingers gently kneading the soft flesh. Lyra gasped, her eyes fluttering open, her gaze locking with his. There was no trace of the playful son in his eyes now, only a raw, intense desire that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Alaric…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her again, this time with a fierce intensity that made her head spin. His lips pressed against hers, demanding a response, and she readily gave it, her own desire mirroring his.

The kiss deepened, their tongues entwining, their breaths mingling. Lyra’s hands clutched at his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the strength in his arms as he pulled her closer.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily, their eyes locked in a silent conversation. The air between them crackled with tension, the unspoken desire hanging heavy in the air.

“Alaric,” Lyra whispered again, her voice barely audible. “I… I don’t know if this is right.”

Alaric smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and desire. “Don’t you, Mother?” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “I think you know exactly what’s right.”

He leaned down and kissed her neck, his lips tracing a slow, tantalizing path down her throat. Lyra gasped again, her head falling back, exposing more of her neck to his hungry kisses.

He continued his assault, his lips and teeth nipping at her skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. He could feel her trembling beneath his touch, her body responding to his every move.

He moved his hand from her breast, tracing a slow, deliberate path down her body, his fingers lingering on her stomach, her hips, her thighs. Lyra moaned softly, her body arching into his touch.

“Alaric…” she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation.

He looked up at her, his eyes burning with desire. “Yes, Mother?” he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

“Please…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please don’t stop.”

Alaric’s smirk widened. He had her exactly where he wanted her. He knew that she was completely under his control, that she would do anything he asked of her.

He stood up, pulling her up with him. He then began to slowly undress her, his eyes never leaving hers. He unfastened the buttons of her nightgown, his fingers brushing against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Lyra stood before him, completely naked, her body trembling with anticipation. She felt a wave of shame wash over her, but it was quickly overridden by the overwhelming desire that consumed her.

Alaric’s gaze swept over her body, taking in every curve, every detail. He could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her nipples were hard and erect. He felt a surge of desire, a primal urge to possess her, to claim her as his own.

He reached out and cupped her breasts again, his fingers gently squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. Lyra gasped, her head falling back, her eyes closing in ecstasy.

He then leaned down and kissed her again, this time with a raw, unrestrained passion that made her knees weak. He pulled her closer, pressing her body against his, letting her feel the hardness of his erection against her stomach.

Lyra moaned into the kiss, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel his desire, his need for her, and it mirrored her own.

Alaric broke the kiss, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. He then lifted her up into his arms, carrying her to the bed. He gently laid her down on the soft mattress, his eyes never leaving hers.

He then began to undress himself, his movements slow and deliberate, teasing her with every piece of clothing he removed. Lyra watched him, her breath catching in her throat as she took in his muscular body, his broad shoulders, his toned chest, and his hard abdomen.

When he was finally naked, he lay down beside her, pulling her close. He then began to kiss her again, his lips tracing a slow, tantalizing path down her body.

Lyra moaned softly, her body arching into his touch. She had waited for this moment for so long, had dreamt of it for so many nights. Now, it was finally happening. She was finally with Alaric, her son, the man she desired more than anything in the world.

Alaric continued his assault, his kisses and touches becoming more insistent, more demanding. He explored every inch of her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her thighs.

Lyra responded in kind, her hands roaming over his body, her fingers digging into his muscles. She could feel the heat between them, the raw, primal desire that consumed them both.

Finally, Alaric positioned himself above her, his eyes locking with hers. He could see the desire, the longing, the complete surrender in her eyes.

“Are you sure about this, Mother?” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Lyra nodded, her eyes filled with tears. “Yes, Alaric,” she whispered back. “I’m sure.”

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

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain, of shame and ecstasy. Lyra had never experienced anything like it before.

Alaric began to move, his strokes becoming deeper, more insistent. Lyra moaned loudly, her body moving with his, her hips rising to meet his thrusts.

The passion between them built, their breaths becoming ragged, their bodies slick with sweat. Lyra’s moans grew louder, more insistent, as she reached the peak of her pleasure.

Alaric followed soon after, his own release a raw, primal cry that echoed through the room. They lay together, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The silence was broken only by the sound of their beating hearts.

Lyra lay beneath Alaric, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. She felt a mix of emotions swirling within her – relief, guilt, shame, and an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. She had finally crossed the line, had given in to her deepest desires. There was no going back now.

Alaric, for his part, felt a sense of triumph. He had achieved his goal, had successfully manipulated his mother into submitting to him. He looked down at her, her face flushed, her eyes still closed. He could see the lingering traces of pleasure on her face, the soft smile that played on her lips.

He leaned down and kissed her again, a soft, gentle kiss this time. Lyra’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. There was a question in her eyes, a silent plea for reassurance.

Alaric didn’t offer any. He simply looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and control. He knew that he had her completely under his spell, that she would do anything he asked of her. The night was far from over.

The initial intensity of their encounter subsided, leaving Lyra breathless and disoriented. She lay beneath Alaric, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of their shared climax. A complex mix of emotions swirled within her: a lingering sense of pleasure, a sharp pang of guilt, and a burgeoning fear of what this meant for their future. She dared not meet his gaze, her eyes fixed on the ornate ceiling above.

Alaric, however, showed no signs of remorse. His member remained firmly erect, a testament to his continued desire. He propped himself up on his elbows, his gaze fixed on Lyra, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He ran a hand through her disheveled hair, his fingers tangling in the silken strands.

“Well, Mother,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, “that was… enlightening.”

Lyra finally met his gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and apprehension. “Alaric…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He smirked, his eyes tracing the curves of her body. “Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts now,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. “You were the one who initiated this, after all.”

Lyra’s cheeks flushed crimson. She knew he was right, but hearing him say it aloud made the reality of their actions even more stark.

“I…” she stammered, her voice trembling. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Alaric chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down her spine. “I think you were thinking exactly what you wanted,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “And so did I.”

He leaned down and kissed her again, a slow, lingering kiss that reignited the fire within her. He could feel her resistance melting away, her body responding to his touch with a renewed urgency.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with desire. “Are you ready for more, Mother?” he whispered.

Lyra’s breath hitched. She knew she should say no, that this was wrong, that they should stop. But she couldn’t bring herself to utter the words. The desire that Alaric had ignited within her was too strong, too overwhelming.

She nodded slowly, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Alaric’s smirk widened. He knew he had her completely under his control. He rolled off her, then swiftly turned her over, pinning her arms above her head. Lyra gasped at the sudden change in position, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Now,” Alaric murmured, his voice low and dominant, “we’ll do things my way.”

He leaned down and kissed her neck again, his teeth gently nipping at her skin. Lyra moaned softly, her body arching beneath him.

He then moved his hand down her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her spine, her hips, her buttocks. He squeezed her flesh gently, then gave her a firm spank, the sharp sting sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

Lyra gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. She had never been treated so roughly before. It was shocking, unsettling, yet also strangely arousing.

“Alaric…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He ignored her protest, continuing his exploration of her body. He moved his hand back up to her breasts, his fingers gently kneading the soft flesh. He then leaned down and kissed her again, his tongue plunging into her mouth, his kiss becoming more demanding, more insistent.

Lyra responded in kind, her body arching beneath him, her hands clutching at his shoulders. She was no longer just a passive recipient of his affections; she was actively participating, her own desire mirroring his.

Alaric pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with desire. He then moved between her legs, his member pressing against her entrance.

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

Lyra nodded slowly, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

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

The sensation was even more intense this time, the pleasure more overwhelming. Lyra’s moans grew louder, more insistent, as Alaric’s strokes became deeper, more powerful.

He moved with a newfound aggression, his movements no longer gentle or teasing, but demanding and possessive. He pulled her hair, his fingers digging into her scalp, and he bit her neck, leaving small, love bites on her skin.

Lyra gasped and moaned, her body responding to his rough treatment with a mixture of pain and pleasure. She had never been treated like this before, had never experienced such raw, unrestrained passion.

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.

Alaric followed soon after, his own release a raw, primal cry that echoed through the room. They lay together, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

But Alaric’s desire was far from sated. His member remained hard, throbbing with a renewed hunger. He rolled off her again, then pulled her on top of him, reversing their positions.

Lyra gasped at the sudden change, her eyes widening in surprise. She had never been on top before. It was a new and exciting experience.

Alaric guided her movements, his hands on her hips, controlling the pace and intensity of their lovemaking. Lyra’s moans grew louder as she moved against him, her body arching and swaying in rhythm with his thrusts.

They continued their passionate dance, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The night was filled with their moans and gasps, their whispers and cries.

Alaric took her in various positions, each one more intense, more demanding than the last. He spanked her again, harder this time, leaving red marks on her skin. He pulled her hair, his fingers tangling in the silken strands. He even bit her, leaving small, love bites on her neck and shoulders.

Lyra responded to his dominance with a mixture of fear and excitement. She had never been treated so roughly before, but she found herself enjoying it, craving it. She was completely under his control, completely at his mercy.

As the night wore on, their passion reached new heights. They climaxed together multiple times, their bodies shuddering with the intensity of their shared pleasure. The air in the room was thick with the scent of their sweat and their desire.

Alaric knew that he had broken her down, that he had finally claimed her as his own. She was no longer just his mother; she was his lover, his possession. And he intended to keep her that way.

The night stretched on, the candle flames flickering low, casting dancing shadows across the walls of Lyra’s chamber.

The air was thick with the scent of sex, a testament to the hours of passionate encounters that had transpired.

Lyra lay beneath Alaric, her body exhausted but her senses still heightened. She had lost count of the number of times they had made love, or rather, the number of times Alaric had taken her. His dominance had been absolute, his touch both demanding and exhilarating.

He had pushed her to her limits, exploring every inch of her body, eliciting moans and gasps she never knew she was capable of.

Alaric, his member still hard and throbbing, looked down at Lyra, his eyes burning with a possessive intensity. He could see the exhaustion in her face, the slight tremor in her hands, but he also saw the lingering desire in her eyes, the undeniable proof of his complete control.

He leaned down and kissed her again, a deep, lingering kiss that sent shivers down her spine. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. “Are you ready for more, Mother?” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Lyra’s breath hitched. She wanted to say no, to beg him to stop. Her body ached, her muscles were sore, and she felt utterly drained. But the words wouldn’t come. The desire that Alaric had ignited within her was too strong, too consuming.

She shook her head slightly, her eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and longing. “I… I don’t think I can… down there anymore,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Alaric smirked, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He had anticipated this. He knew she was reaching her limits, but he wasn’t finished with her yet.

“Don’t worry, Mother,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “There are other ways to please me.”

He rolled off her, then pulled her up into a sitting position, facing him. Lyra gasped at the sudden change in position, her eyes widening in surprise.

Alaric took her face in his hands, his fingers gently caressing her cheeks. He leaned down and kissed her again, a slow, tender kiss that belied the intensity of his desire.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. “Open your mouth for me, Mother,” he whispered, his voice low and commanding.

Lyra hesitated for a moment, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation. She had never done this before. It was a new and daunting experience.

But the desire to please Alaric, to fulfill his every whim, was too strong to resist. She slowly parted her lips, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

Alaric smirked, pleased with her obedience. He leaned forward and pressed his member against her lips, teasing her with the tip. Lyra gasped, her eyes widening in surprise.

He then slowly pushed his member into her mouth, his movements deliberate and controlled. Lyra moaned softly, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement.

Alaric began to move his hips, his strokes becoming deeper, more insistent. Lyra’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as she accommodated his size, her throat stretching to accommodate him.

He pulled her hair gently, guiding her movements, his fingers tangling in her hair. He whispered suggestive things in her ear, pushing her further, encouraging her to give him everything he wanted.

Lyra responded in kind, her head bobbing rhythmically, her mouth working its magic. She had never done this before, but she found herself enjoying it, craving the sensation of his member in her mouth.

Alaric’s moans grew louder as he approached his climax. He tightened his grip on her hair, his hips moving faster, more frantically. Lyra’s moans turned into gasps as she felt his release, the warm, thick fluid filling her mouth.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with desire. Lyra swallowed, her face flushed, her eyes filled with a mixture of shame and satisfaction.

“Very good, Mother,” Alaric whispered, his voice low and husky. “You’re learning quickly.”

He then pulled her down onto the bed again, positioning her on her back. He looked down at her, his eyes tracing the curves of her body. His gaze lingered on her breasts, their fullness accentuated by her position.

“Now,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive, “it’s time for something else.”

He leaned down and kissed her breasts, his lips and teeth nipping at her nipples. Lyra gasped, her body arching beneath him.

He then moved his body between her breasts, positioning them so that his member rested between them. He began to move his hips, rubbing his member against her sensitive flesh.

Lyra moaned softly, her body trembling with anticipation. She had never experienced this before, but she found the sensation incredibly arousing.

Alaric continued his movements, his strokes becoming faster, more insistent. Lyra’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as she reached the peak of her pleasure.

Alaric followed soon after, his own release a raw, primal cry that echoed through the room. They lay together, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

This continued for two more rounds, with Alaric varying the positions and the intensity of his touch. He pushed Lyra further with each encounter, exploring the boundaries of her desire, solidifying his control over her.

As the first rays of dawn began to peek through the curtains, Alaric finally decided that he had had enough. He lay beside Lyra, his body still hard, but his desire finally sated. He looked down at her, her face flushed, her eyes closed. He could see the exhaustion in her face, but he also saw the lingering traces of pleasure.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, a soft, gentle kiss that belied the intensity of their night together.

The night had been a turning point, a culmination of his carefully laid plans. He had finally claimed his mother, body and soul. And he knew that she would be his, forever and always.

Today, Lyra would awaken to a new reality, a reality where she was no longer just his mother, but also his lover.