Chapter 161: Cassandra Starts Meditating

For nearly ten minutes, Alaric moved within Fiora, a slow, steady rhythm that built in intensity, drawing them both closer to the edge. Fiora’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body slick with sweat, her senses overwhelmed by the sensations flooding her.

’It’s… it’s too much,’ Fiora thought, her mind blurring, pleasure and a strange sort of delicious ache intertwining. ’I can’t… I can’t take much more.’

Just as she thought she might shatter from the intensity, a wave of pure, overwhelming pleasure crashed over her. Her body convulsed, her muscles clenching around Alaric’s penis, her breath catching in a choked gasp.

“Alaric… Ahhh!” Fiora cried out, her voice breaking, her head arching back against the pillows, her body shuddering uncontrollably.

Alaric, feeling her climax grip him, let out a guttural groan of his own, his thrusts deepening, becoming more frantic, his own release building rapidly. He felt the intense contractions of her inner muscles, pulling him deeper, milking him dry.

’Now,’ Alaric thought, his senses blurring, pleasure exploding through him, wave after wave of pure sensation washing over him. ’Yes… like this… perfect.’

With a final, shuddering groan, Alaric climaxed, his release powerful, overwhelming, his body arching against hers, his seed spurting deep inside her virgin depths. They remained locked together, breathless, bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in unison, the echoes of their shared climax still reverberating through them.

After a few moments, as their breathing slowly returned to normal, Alaric lifted himself slightly, his gaze meeting Fiora’s, his ruby eyes filled with a warm tenderness. Fiora’s brown eyes were glazed, unfocused, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Fiora,” Alaric murmured, his voice husky, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. “Are you alright?”

Fiora blinked slowly, her gaze focusing on his, a dreamy, dazed expression in her eyes. “Mmm,” she murmured, her voice soft, almost sleepy. “I… I think so. That was…” She paused, searching for the right word, a soft blush returning to her cheeks. “Intense.”

Alaric chuckled softly, a low, satisfied sound. “Intense indeed,” he agreed, his smile widening. “But… good intense, I hope?”

Fiora nodded quickly, enthusiastically, her eyes widening slightly, a spark of excitement rekindling within them. “Oh, yes, Alaric,” she said, her voice gaining a bit more strength. “Very… very good. Actually… amazing.” She looked at him, a hint of shyness returning to her expression, but now mixed with a newfound boldness, a burgeoning confidence. “Could we… could we do that again?”

Alaric raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Again, Fiora?” he teased gently. “Already?”

Fiora blushed again, but this time, there was no hesitation in her gaze, only a clear, undeniable desire. “Yes,” she said, her voice firm, her brown eyes locking with his, a silent invitation, a clear demand. “Again, Alaric. Please.”

Alaric chuckled again, a low, appreciative sound, his desire reigniting instantly, fueled by her eagerness, her newfound boldness. “Well, who am I to refuse such an enthusiastic request?” he murmured, his voice husky, his ruby eyes darkening with renewed lust. “Especially from such a beautiful and… willing cousin.”

He pulled back slightly, then shifted his position, repositioning himself between her legs, his penis still throbbing, still eager for more. Fiora watched him, her breath catching in her throat again, anticipation building within her, even stronger this time, knowing now what to expect, knowing the pleasure that awaited her.

This time, Alaric was less gentle, more assertive, his thrusts deeper, more forceful, his rhythm faster, more demanding. Fiora gasped, moaned, her body arching to meet his every thrust, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, wanting more, needing more.

“Ah… Alaric… harder,” Fiora moaned, her voice breathless, her head thrashing against the pillows, her senses overwhelmed by the escalating pleasure, the raw, untamed passion that had ignited between them.

Alaric obliged, his thrusts becoming even more forceful, more aggressive, driving deeper and deeper inside her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He cupped her breasts, squeezing, kneading, teasing her nipples, his touch igniting fresh waves of pleasure, amplifying the sensations building within her core.

“Yes, Fiora, like that?” Alaric groaned, his voice ragged, his body slick with sweat, his own climax building rapidly, fueled by her eagerness, her responsiveness, her raw, untamed desire. “Does that feel good?”

“Oh, yes, Alaric… so good… ahhh!” Fiora cried out, her voice breaking, her body convulsing again, another wave of overwhelming pleasure washing over her, her climax hitting her even harder this time, more intense, more consuming than the first.

Alaric, feeling her climax grip him again, let out a guttural roar, his own release exploding through him, even more powerful, more intense than before, his body shuddering uncontrollably, his seed spurting deep inside her, a torrent of pleasure washing over him, obliterating all thought, leaving only pure, raw sensation.

They collapsed together again, breathless, bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding, the echoes of their second climax still reverberating through them, the air thick with the scent of sex, of passion, of shared intimacy.

This time, when their breathing slowed, Fiora was truly exhausted. Her body felt pleasantly heavy, her muscles relaxed, her limbs languid, her mind drifting in a blissful haze of post-coital contentment. She was sated, utterly, completely, her virgin body thoroughly pleasured, thoroughly exhausted.

Alaric, sensing her fatigue, pulled back gently, withdrawing his penis from her still-tight pussy, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he finally separated from her. He looked down at her, his ruby eyes filled with a warm tenderness, a genuine affection.

“Tired, sweetheart?” he murmured, his voice soft, his hand gently stroking her hair, his gaze lingering on her flushed, contented face.

Fiora nodded slowly, her eyes fluttering closed, a small, contented smile playing on her lips. “Mmm, yes,” she murmured, her voice sleepy, almost slurred. “Very… tired. But… happy.”

Alaric chuckled softly, a low, appreciative sound. “Happy is good,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her forehead gently. “I’m very happy too, Fiora. You were… wonderful.”

He watched her for a moment longer, admiring her youthful beauty, her flushed cheeks, her contented expression. ’I could keep going all night,’ he thought, a flicker of lust still lingering within him. ’Her pussy is tight, responsive… and she’s so eager to please.’

But he knew better than to push her too far, too fast. She was a virgin, after all, and her body, while undeniably responsive, had its limits. And besides, he had other… plans for later, plans that involved her mother. He couldn’t afford to exhaust Fiora completely, not yet.

“Alright, sweetheart,” Alaric said, his voice gentle, pulling back slightly, moving off the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm? Then we can go back to your mother. I’m sure she’s wondering where we’ve disappeared to.”

He stood up, stretching slightly, his gaze lingering on Fiora’s body, still flushed, still glistening with sweat, still radiating a lingering aura of innocence and newly awakened sensuality. ’Definitely worth the wait,’ he thought, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. ’And this is just the beginning.’

He cast a quick Cleaning Spell, a silent incantation, a subtle wave of magic washing over both their bodies, cleansing them instantly, removing all traces of sweat and bodily fluids, leaving their skin feeling fresh and clean. Fiora blinked, surprised, feeling the sudden coolness against her skin, her eyes widening slightly.

“Magic?” she murmured, her voice still sleepy, her gaze fixed on him, a hint of wonder in her eyes.

Alaric nodded, smiling. “Yep,” he said, his voice casual, dismissive. “Makes things… convenient.” He gestured towards her clothes, scattered on the floor beside the bed. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get dressed. Your mother will be waiting.”

Fiora nodded again, slowly, still feeling a little dazed, a little sleepy, but also strangely… content, utterly satisfied. She sat up slowly, reaching for her chemise, her movements a little stiff, a little sore, but mostly just… relaxed, utterly at peace.

As they dressed in comfortable silence, Alaric watched Fiora, his mind already planning ahead, already strategizing his next move, his next seduction. Cassandra was still waiting, still unaware of what had just transpired between him and her daughter. And he intended to keep it that way, for now at least.

“Fiora,” Alaric said, his voice casual, as they finished dressing, his gaze meeting hers, his expression serious but gentle. “About… what just happened here. Between us.”

Fiora blushed again, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink, her gaze dropping slightly, a hint of shyness returning to her expression. “Yes, Alaric?” she murmured, her voice soft, her fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of her dress.

“I think,” Alaric said, his voice carefully measured, “it’s probably best if… we keep this… between us. For now, at least. Don’t you agree?”

Fiora looked up at him, her brown eyes wide and questioning, a hint of confusion in her gaze. “Keep it… secret? From Mother?” she asked, her voice hesitant, unsure. “Why, Alaric?”

Alaric smiled gently, a reassuring, almost paternal smile. “Well, sweetheart,” he said, his voice soothing, “your mother… she’s your mother. She’s… protective. And… well, we are cousins, after all. Family. She might… not understand. Not at first, at least.”

He paused, letting his words sink in, letting her consider the potential repercussions, the possible disapproval from her mother. “It’s not that I’m ashamed, Fiora,” he added quickly, his voice sincere. “Not at all. I… I enjoyed it immensely. You were… amazing. But… for your mother’s sake, and for… appearances… it’s probably best if we keep this… private. For now.”

Fiora considered his words, her brow furrowed slightly, her mind processing his reasoning. She knew her mother could be… traditional, sometimes overly cautious. And the idea of her daughter being intimate with her cousin, especially without any formal betrothal or arrangement… yes, she could see Cassandra’s potential disapproval.

’He’s right,’ Fiora thought, a hint of worry creeping into her mind. ’Mother might not understand. She might be… angry. Or… disappointed.’ The thought of her mother’s disapproval, especially after the joy and pleasure she had just experienced with Alaric, was… unsettling.

“Alright, Alaric,” Fiora said finally, her voice soft, but resolute. “I understand. We’ll keep it… our secret. For now.” She looked up at him, her brown eyes meeting his, a hint of conspiratorial intimacy flickering within their depths. “But… in the future?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, a hopeful question hanging in the air. “Maybe… someday… we can tell her?”

Alaric smiled, a warm, reassuring smile, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek again, his thumb stroking her soft skin. “Perhaps, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice gentle, his gaze lingering on hers. “Perhaps someday. When the time is right. For now… let’s just enjoy our… secret. Shall we?”

Fiora blushed again, a soft, happy blush, her heart fluttering at his words, at the promise of future intimacy, future secrets shared between them. “Yes, Alaric,” she whispered, her voice filled with a newfound excitement, a burgeoning sense of… shared intimacy, of a secret bond forged in pleasure and desire. “I’d like that very much.”

Hand in hand, they left the bedroom, stepping back into the hallway, the echoes of their shared intimacy lingering in the air behind them, a secret promise whispered between two cousins, a secret that would, for now, remain hidden from the world, and especially from Fiora’s mother, Cassandra Galanis.

They walked back towards the living hall, their footsteps lighter now, their bodies relaxed, their minds still pleasantly hazy with the afterglow of their shared climax, their secret intimacy safely concealed, for now, at least.

As they approached the living hall, the sounds of conversation drifted towards them, Lyra’s warm laughter, Cassandra’s deeper, more resonant voice.

When Alaric and Fiora returned to the living hall, Cassandra’s purple eyes immediately fixed on them.

“Well, you two,” Cassandra said, a slight playful suspicion in her voice. “What kept you so long in the gardens?”

Fiora, though slightly flushed, quickly composed herself. “We were just enjoying the flowers, Mother,” she replied smoothly, a touch of practiced innocence in her tone. “And the sunset was beautiful. Really beautiful.”

Cassandra glanced at her daughter, then at Alaric, her gaze lingering for a moment longer on Alaric before she chuckled. “Sunsets can be quite captivating, I suppose,” she said, accepting Fiora’s explanation without question.

Alaric, standing beside Fiora, subtly shifted his gaze towards Lyra. He gave his mother a nearly imperceptible nod, a silent signal passing between them. ’Now,’ the nod conveyed, ’it’s time.’

Lyra caught the signal instantly. A faint, knowing smile touched her lips, a smile that promised action, a smile that Cassandra and Fiora, thankfully, didn’t notice in their entirety.

Turning her attention to Cassandra, Lyra’s smile widened, becoming more overt, more welcoming. “Sister,” Lyra began, her voice warm and inviting. “Come with me. I believe it’s time I showed you that elixir I mentioned.” Your next journey awaits at ReadNovelFull.com.Côm

Cassandra’s purple eyes lit up with excitement. “The elixir? Really? Now?” she asked, her eagerness barely contained.

Lyra nodded, rising gracefully from her seat. “Yes, now. No time like the present, is there?” She gestured for Cassandra to follow. “Come, Fiora, Alaric. You both can come too.”

Cassandra, practically bouncing with anticipation, readily followed Lyra. Fiora, her cheeks still faintly flushed, glanced at Alaric, a silent question in her brown eyes. Alaric gave her a small, reassuring smile and a subtle nod, and Fiora followed, her curiosity piqued. Alaric himself brought up the rear, a quiet observer, a silent orchestrator of the unfolding scene.

Lyra led them through the mansion hallways, finally arriving at a large, reinforced door. She opened it, revealing a spacious storage hall. Vials of all shapes and sizes lined shelves that stretched from floor to ceiling, filled with liquids of every imaginable color. The air hummed with a faint magical energy, a testament to the potent elixirs contained within.

“Behold, Cassandra,” Lyra announced with a flourish, gesturing around the hall. “The Steele Family elixir collection. A lifetime of accumulation, and now… at your disposal.”

Cassandra’s eyes widened, taking in the sheer volume of elixirs with awe. “By the Gods, Lyra,” she breathed, her voice filled with wonder. “This is… incredible.”

Lyra smiled, pleased with her sister’s reaction. She moved towards a specific shelf, her hand reaching out to select a particular vial. It was a vial filled with a viscous, reddish liquid, glowing faintly with an inner light.

“This one, sister,” Lyra said, turning back to Cassandra, holding up the reddish vial. “This is the ’Battle Aura Infusion Elixir’. It’s… exceptionally potent. It will grant you the ability to sense Battle Aura, and more importantly, infuse you with your own. It will elevate you to the Master Martialist rank, almost instantly.”

Cassandra’s eyes widened further, fixed on the reddish elixir. “Battle Aura Infusion Elixir…” she repeated, her voice hushed with reverence. “Master Martialist… just like that?”

Lyra nodded, her expression becoming slightly more serious. “Almost just like that. There is… a side effect, Cassandra. A significant one.”

Cassandra’s excitement faltered slightly, a hint of apprehension entering her purple eyes. “Side effect?” she asked cautiously. “What kind of side effect?”

“It will grant you the Master Rank,” Lyra explained, her voice carefully measured. “But… it will also… taint your Battle Aura. Make it… impure. You will reach Master Rank, yes, but… your potential for further advancement will be… severely limited. You will likely never progress beyond Master Martialist.”

Cassandra fell silent for a moment, considering Lyra’s words, her initial excitement warring with the sobering reality of the side effect. Master Martialist rank, but at the cost of future growth… it was a significant trade-off.

’But…’ Cassandra thought, her gaze hardening with resolve. ’What choice do I have? I’ve already reached my limit as an Expert Martialist. I’ll never reach Master Rank through training alone. This elixir… this is my only chance.’

She looked at Lyra, her purple eyes firm with determination. “The side effect… it doesn’t matter, Lyra,” she said, her voice resolute. “Master Martialist is the rank I need. It’s the rank that truly matters. I’ll take it.”

Lyra smiled, a knowing, almost predatory smile that Cassandra, in her excitement, didn’t fully register. “I knew you would, sister,” Lyra said, her voice smooth and encouraging. “It’s the right choice. For you.”

Lyra then led them out of the storage hall and towards another part of the mansion. They entered a vast chamber, far larger than any other room they had seen so far. This was the Steele Family training chamber. The walls and floor were made of smooth, dark gray tiles, subtly glowing with embedded runes. The air here hummed with an even stronger magical energy, a palpable sense of power and resilience.

“This is… impressive,” Cassandra murmured, her purple eyes taking in the training chamber with awe. “This place… it feels… incredibly strong.”

“It is,” Lyra confirmed, pride evident in her voice. “Alaric had it built a year or so ago. Artifact tiles, magically reinforced. It can withstand even Archmage-level spells, and the most potent Battle Aura techniques.”

Cassandra nodded, impressed. Her gaze then fell upon a large, ornate bed positioned discreetly in a corner of the training chamber, partially hidden behind a decorative screen. She raised a questioning eyebrow, turning to Lyra. “And… the bed?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice. “Training can be exhausting, but a bed? In a training chamber?”

Lyra chuckled, waving her hand dismissively. “Oh, that,” she said offhandedly. “Just… for resting, sister. In case someone gets too tired after a long training session. Convenient, you know?”

Cassandra shrugged, accepting Lyra’s somewhat flimsy explanation without further question. Her mind was already focused on the elixir, on the prospect of finally achieving Master Martialist rank. The bed, in the corner of the training chamber, was the least of her concerns.

“Alright then,” Cassandra said, turning towards the center of the training chamber, stepping onto a circular mat placed on the floor. “Let’s do this.” She took the reddish vial from Lyra, uncorked it, and in one smooth motion, drank the elixir in one go.

The reddish liquid went down smoothly, but almost instantly, a surge of intense energy erupted within Cassandra’s body. She gasped, her eyes widening, a visible shock rippling through her.

“Gods!” Cassandra exclaimed, her voice sharp with surprise, a hand flying to her chest. “That’s… potent! I can feel it… energy… coursing through me like fire!”

Lyra nodded, her expression calm, almost… knowing. “Indeed, sister. It is powerful. Now, you must focus. Breathe. Use your meditative techniques to guide that energy, to absorb it, to break through your current limits.”

Cassandra nodded, her initial shock replaced by a determined focus. She closed her eyes, took a deep, steadying breath, and began to use her meditative breathing techniques, focusing inwards, guiding the raw, potent energy of the elixir, channeling it, directing it towards her martial arts core, towards the shackles that had held her at the Expert Rank for so long.

Lyra watched her sister, her expression serene, almost… detached. Fiora, standing beside Alaric, watched her mother with a mixture of concern and anticipation. Alaric, however, remained silent, his ruby eyes fixed on Cassandra, a subtle, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.

After a few moments of silence, Lyra turned her attention to Fiora, her voice soft and gentle. “It will take time, Fiora,” Lyra said, her gaze resting on her niece. “Hours, perhaps. Maybe even the entire night, for your mother to fully absorb the elixir’s energy and complete her breakthrough.”

Fiora nodded slowly, her brown eyes still fixed on her mother, concern etched on her face. “Will she be alright, Aunt Lyra?” Fiora asked, her voice laced with worry. “She seemed… overwhelmed by the energy.”

Lyra smiled reassuringly. “She’ll be fine, dear,” Lyra said, her voice soothing. “It’s a powerful elixir, but Cassandra is a strong martialist. She’ll manage. In the meantime,” Lyra continued, glancing around the training chamber, then back at Fiora, “there’s nothing you can do here. Why don’t you go and get some rest, Fiora? It’s been a long day.”

Fiora hesitated, glancing back at her mother, then at Alaric, a silent question in her eyes. ’What about Alaric?’ her gaze seemed to ask. ’What will he do?’

Alaric, sensing her unspoken question, stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “My mother is right, Fiora,” Alaric said, his voice gentle, his ruby eyes meeting hers. “There’s nothing more we can do here tonight. And I must admit,” he added, feigning a yawn, “I am rather tired myself. All this… excitement, you know.”

Fiora nodded again, accepting his words, her gaze lingering on his for a moment longer, a faint blush returning to her cheeks, a secret understanding passing between them. “Alright, Alaric,” she murmured, her voice soft. “Rest sounds… good.”

Together, Fiora and Alaric left the training chamber, leaving Lyra to watch over the meditating Cassandra. They walked in comfortable silence, heading towards their respective rooms, the events of the afternoon, the shared intimacy, hanging unspoken between them, a secret bond forged in pleasure and desire.

Thirty minutes later, after ensuring Fiora was resting in her room, Alaric quietly slipped back to the training chamber. He found Lyra standing just outside the entrance, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

“She’s deeply in it,” Lyra murmured, her voice low, confirming Alaric’s expectations. “The elixir is working. Cassandra is completely focused and entirely vulnerable.”

Alaric nodded, his ruby eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Excellent,” he said, his voice soft, but firm. “Then it’s time. You should leave now Mother.”

Lyra’s smile widened, becoming more overtly predatory, mirroring her son’s own subtle smirk. “As you wish, Alaric,” she said, her voice laced with anticipation. “Enjoy yourself, dear son.”

With a final, knowing glance, Lyra turned and gracefully exited the training chamber, leaving Alaric alone, finally, with the deeply meditating, completely vulnerable Cassandra Galanis, Matriarch of House Galanis, and his very sexy aunt. The stage was set.