Chapter 164: Breaking His Aunt Cassandra Entirely (R-18)

Alaric shoved his dick back inside her, sliding into that wet, stretched pussy from behind, and Cassandra let out a gasp that was definitely more pleasure than pain, even though he was hitting her deep, slamming into her cervix with every thrust.

“Ughhh,” Cassandra groaned, her voice shaky, her hands gripping the sheets, but her ass was still wiggling, still begging for more. “Edwin… wait… Alaric… stop.”

There it was. The fight. Finally. About fucking time.

Alaric paused, just for a second, letting her think she actually had a say in this shit. He leaned in close, his breath hot on her neck, his voice low and dirty. “Stop what, Auntie?” he purred, nipping at her earlobe. “Stop this? You really want me to stop, Cassandra? Be honest now.”

He could feel her body trembling, not just from exertion, but from something else too. Fear? Maybe a little. But mostly, it was still pure, unadulterated lust. The bitch was hooked.

“No… I mean… yes,” Cassandra stammered, her voice a mess, her mind clearly still battling with the pleasure overload. “Alaric… this is… wrong. We can’t… we shouldn’t…”

’Oh, here we go with the ’shouldn’t’ bullshit,’ Alaric thought, rolling his eyes. ’Like that’s gonna stop anything now.’

“Shouldn’t what, Auntie?” Alaric drawled, his voice mocking, starting to thrust again, slow and deep, stretching her out, making her feel every inch of his cock inside her. “Shouldn’t feel this good? Shouldn’t let yourself have a little fun? Come on, Cassandra, don’t be a goddamn prude now.”

Cassandra gasped again as he started to fuck her, her body betraying her words instantly. Her hips started to grind against him, her moans getting louder, more desperate.

“No… stop… Alaric… no…” she whimpered, her voice weak, her resistance crumbling faster than a cheap biscuit. But her ass was still wiggling, still begging for him to go harder. Fucking hypocrite.

“No?” Alaric chuckled, a low, disbelieving sound, grabbing her hips, holding her still, and then slamming into her, hard and fast, burying his dick deep inside her, hitting that G-spot like a goddamn jackhammer. “Doesn’t sound like ’no’ to me, Auntie. Sounds more like ’fuck me harder, Alaric’.”

“Ughhhh… ALARIC!” Cassandra screamed, her voice cracking, her body arching, her resistance completely fucking gone, replaced by pure, raw, screaming pleasure. “FUCK ME! HARDER! PLEASE!”

’There it is,’ Alaric thought, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. ’The real Cassandra. The slutty little bitch underneath all that Matriarch bullshit.’

He pounded into her, harder and faster, doggy style was fucking amazing, he could really get some leverage, really drive deep, really stretch her out. He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to look at him, to see the raw lust in his eyes, to see the pure, unadulterated dominance on his face.

“Beg for it, Cassandra,” Alaric growled, his voice rough, his dick pounding into her, her screams echoing in the room. “Beg me to fuck you, you dirty little Auntie slut.”

And Cassandra, completely broken, completely lost, obeyed instantly. Her eyes were glazed, unfocused, her mind completely gone, reduced to nothing but pure, screaming sensation.

“Please, Alaric, please fuck me,” she sobbed, her voice cracking, tears streaming down her face, but her body was still writhing, still begging for more, still taking every inch of his cock like it was the only thing that mattered in the whole goddamn world. “Fuck me harder, Alaric, please, harder, harder, HARDER!”

Alaric roared, his lust spiking again, her pleas just fueling his fire, driving him even wilder. He grabbed her hips, holding her tight, and started to pound into her like a goddamn animal, his thrusts brutal, relentless, his dick a weapon, her pussy his willing, eager target.

“Oh, I’ll fucking give you harder, Auntie,” Alaric grunted, his voice thick with lust, his muscles straining, his body slick with sweat. “You want rough? You want pain? You want to be broken? I’ll fucking break you, Cassandra. I’ll break you until you’re nothing but a whimpering little slut begging for my cock.”

He kept pounding into her, driving her wilder and wilder, her screams echoing in the room, her body convulsing, her pleasure turning frantic, desperate. He could feel her climax building again, her pussy clenching around his dick, milking him dry, driving him closer and closer to the edge himself.

’Fuck, she’s amazing,’ Alaric thought, even as he was fucking her senseless, even as he was breaking her mind, even as he was turning his aunt into his personal fucktoy. ’This is… this is fucking perfect.’

He pulled out of her again, not even letting her fully recover from her climax, not giving her a goddamn second to breathe. He flipped her over onto her back again, spreading her legs wide, his gaze raking over her ravaged body, her swollen pussy, her flushed face, her glazed eyes.

“Time for some face-fucking, Auntie,” Alaric growled, his voice rough, his dick throbbing, still hard as a goddamn rock. “Let’s see how you like my cock in your mouth.”

Cassandra just whimpered again, her body still trembling, her mind still lost, but her lips parted automatically, her tongue darting out, licking her lips, already anticipating his cock, already begging for more. The bitch was a goddamn pleasure junkie now, completely and utterly addicted to his touch.

Alaric smirked, pleased as fuck. He positioned his dick towards her face, watching her eyes widen, her pupils dilate, her breath hitch in her throat as she saw his cock looming over her face.

“Open wide, Auntie,” Alaric commanded, and the dumb bitch actually did it. Mouth gaping open, tongue licking her lips like she was already sucking on my dick. Fucking pathetic. And yeah, still hot as hell.

’Let’s see what this Matriarch mouth can do,’ Alaric thought, smirking down at her. ’Bet she’s never sucked a cock in her life. Gonna be fun breaking her in.’

He shoved his dick into her mouth, not gentle at all, just rammed it in, hitting the back of her throat, making her gag a little. Inexperienced as fuck, just like he figured. But eager. Goddamn eager.

“Suck it, Auntie,” Alaric growled, his hands cupping her head, holding her in place, forcing her to take his whole cock. “Suck it good. Like your life depends on it.”

Cassandra choked a little, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away. She just started to suck, tentatively at first, then with more enthusiasm, her lips wrapping around his shaft, her tongue licking, exploring, trying to figure out what the fuck she was doing.

’Clumsy little thing,’ Alaric thought, a smirk playing on his lips. ’But she’s trying. Gotta give her points for effort. And that mouth… even clumsy, it still feels fucking amazing.’

He guided her head with his hands, showing her how to take more of him, how to use her tongue, how to really suck a dick like she meant it. Cassandra was a quick learner, especially when pleasure was involved. She started to get the hang of it, her sucks getting deeper, wetter, more insistent.

“Yeah, Auntie, that’s it,” Alaric encouraged, his voice rough, his hands squeezing her head, loving the feeling of her hot mouth on his cock. “Suck that dick, you good little slut. Swallow it all.”

He watched her face as she sucked him, her eyes rolling back in her head, her cheeks flushed, her lips wet and glistening with his spit. Fucking hot. He reached down, his hands cupping her breasts again, squeezing, kneading, teasing her nipples, driving her even wilder.

“Boobs, Auntie,” Alaric grunted, pulling his dick out of her mouth for a second, just to talk, just to be a dick. “Gotta love these fucking things, don’t you?” He squeezed her breasts harder, making her gasp. “So big, so soft, so fucking perfect.”

He went back to sucking on her breasts, alternating between them, biting, licking, sucking, while Cassandra’s mouth was still open, still wet, still waiting for his cock. Teasing the bitch, driving her crazy with anticipation.

“Miss me already, Auntie?” Alaric chuckled, pulling back from her breasts, his dick throbbing, dripping, still hard as a rock. “You want this back in your mouth, don’t you, you little cock-hungry slut?”

Cassandra just whimpered, her eyes pleading, her lips parted, her body trembling. “Edwin… Alaric… please,” she begged, her voice weak, her mind completely gone, just begging for more pleasure.

Alaric smirked, pleased as fuck. He shoved his dick back into her mouth, deeper this time, right down her throat, making her gag again, but this time, she didn’t even try to pull away. She just took it, like the good little mouth slut she was.

He started to fuck her mouth, slowly at first, then faster, harder, his thrusts mimicking the rhythm of fucking her pussy, driving her wild all over again. He could feel her tongue working his shaft, her lips sucking, her throat swallowing, her whole mouth worshipping his cock like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“Good girl, Auntie, that’s a good girl,” Alaric praised, his voice rough, his hands cupping her head, holding her in place, fucking her mouth like he owned it, like he owned her. “Suck it dry, Cassandra. Suck every last drop out of me.”

He kept fucking her mouth, harder and harder, faster and faster, his own climax building again, the familiar pressure building in his balls, his senses blurring, his vision going white around the edges. Her mouth was hot, wet, tight, fucking amazing. He could cum in her mouth all night, just like this.

’But pussy’s calling,’ Alaric thought, a smirk playing on his lips. ’Gotta give Auntie what she really wants. Gotta fill her up again.’

He pulled out of her mouth, slowly, deliberately, letting her feel the full length of his dick sliding out, letting her taste his precum, letting her crave more. Cassandra gasped, her eyes fluttering open, her lips wet and swollen, her cheeks flushed, her gaze glazed with pure, raw lust.

“You like that, Auntie?” Alaric drawled, his voice thick with lust, his dick dripping, throbbing, still hard as a goddamn rock. “You like my cock in your mouth?”

Cassandra just moaned softly, her tongue darting out again, licking her lips, her eyes fixed on his dick, practically begging him to fuck her again. “Edwin… Alaric… yes,” she whispered, her voice weak, her mind completely broken. “More… please… more…”

Alaric chuckled, a low, satisfied sound. “More it is, then, Auntie,” he said, his voice rough, grabbing her legs, spreading them wide again, her pussy gaping open, wet and swollen, ready for round five. “Let’s get back to where we started, shall we? Let’s fill that pretty little pussy up again.”

He positioned himself between her legs again, his dick hovering at the entrance to her wet pussy, teasing her, making her wait. Cassandra moaned, her hips lifting off the bed, instinctively trying to take him in, still the eager little slut, even after all this fucking punishment.

“Patience, Auntie, patience,” Alaric chuckled, pushing forward slowly, sliding back inside her, stretching her out again, filling her up completely. “Let’s see how many more rounds you can take, you sexy little fucktoy.”

And then, the night became a blur of sex, of raw, animalistic fucking. Alaric fucked Cassandra in every position he could think of, every humiliating, degrading, pleasure-inducing position he could imagine. Doggy style again, reverse cowgirl, missionary, spooning, standing, kneeling, bent over the edge of the bed, legs wrapped around his neck, legs over his shoulders, every position designed to maximize her pleasure, to break her mind further, to claim her body completely and utterly as his own.

He fucked her relentlessly, round after round, cumming inside her again and again, twenty-two times in total, his seed filling her up, stretching her out, marking her as his, inside and out. Cassandra, for her part, was a fucking machine. She climaxed over forty times, screaming, moaning, begging for more, her mind completely shattered, her body utterly ravaged, but still somehow, impossibly, wanting more.

He spanked her ass red raw, bit her breasts until they were bruised and swollen, slapped her face until her cheeks were flushed, pulled her hair until she whimpered, called her every dirty name in the book, and she just took it, every single bit of it, begging for more, her pleasure growing with every humiliation, every degradation, every brutal thrust of his cock.

Positions blurred, time lost all meaning, there was only the raw, primal rhythm of fucking, the sounds of their ragged breaths, their moans, their screams, the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, the scent of sweat and sex filling the air, thick and intoxicating.

By the time the first rays of dawn crept through the window, painting the room in a soft, pale light, Cassandra was utterly, completely, destroyed. She lay sprawled on the bed, limbs splayed out at awkward angles, body slick with sweat and cum, her breathing shallow, ragged, her eyes closed, her face pale, drawn, utterly exhausted.

’Fucking hell,’ Alaric thought, looking down at her ravaged body, a mixture of satisfaction and a grudging respect filling him. ’She actually lasted all night. The crazy bitch.’

Cassandra’s breasts were swollen, red, covered in bite marks and bruises. Her nipples were raw, chafed, but still hard. Her ass was red, swollen, spanked raw, her pussy gaping wide open, swollen, bruised, stretched to its absolute limit, still leaking his cum, still throbbing faintly, even in exhaustion.

She was a fucking mess. A beautiful, broken, utterly ravaged mess. And he had done it all. He, Alaric Steele, the Harem God, had taken his Aunt Cassandra Galanis, the Matriarch of House Galanis, and turned her into his personal fucktoy, broken her mind, ravaged her body, claimed her soul.

He reached out, gently stroking her cheek, her skin still flushed, still warm, even in exhaustion. Cassandra’s eyes fluttered open slowly, her gaze unfocused, glazed, barely registering his presence.

“Edwin?” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, weak, slurred, utterly exhausted. “Is that… is that you?”

Alaric smirked, the persona of ’Edwin’ long gone, replaced by the raw, dominant Alaric Steele. “My dear Auntie,” he drawled, his voice rough, his ruby eyes gleaming with possessive satisfaction. “It’s me. And you are fucking wrecked.”

Cassandra just blinked slowly, her gaze drifting around the room, her mind clearly still lost in the pleasure haze, barely able to process his words, barely able to register anything at all. She was too tired to even think, too exhausted to even move.

She was, for all intents and purposes, completely and utterly broken.

And Alaric, looking down at his ravaged aunt, felt a surge of pure, unadulterated triumph.

Plan: Successful.

Auntie: Claimed.

Game: Fucking well played.

~~

The first rays of the afternoon sun, bold and intrusive, finally managed to pierce through the heavy drapes of Alaric’s bedroom, landing directly on their eyelids and demanding they wake up. For hours, they had been lost in sleep, a deep, exhausted slumber that followed a night of utter madness.

Even in sleep, Alaric’s arm was wrapped possessively around Cassandra’s body, pulling her close against him. His legs were tangled with hers, his chest pressed against her back, his hand resting firmly on her hip, as if even unconscious, he was determined to keep her exactly where he wanted her – within his grasp. It was a primal, territorial hold, a silent claim staked in the stillness of sleep.

Slowly, reluctantly, their eyes fluttered open, blinking against the sudden brightness. The remnants of the night – the lingering scent of sex, the faint ache in their bodies, the tangled sheets – were a stark reminder of the raw intensity they had unleashed upon each other.

Cassandra’s mind, finally clear of the pleasure-induced fog, snapped back to reality with a jolt. Memory flooded back, sharp and vivid, each moment of the previous night replaying in her head with embarrassing clarity. Every moan, every scream, every desperate plea, every humiliating position, all of it came crashing down on her, a wave of mortification washing over her.

’Gods… what did I do?’ Cassandra thought, her cheeks burning with shame. ’I let him… I let Alaric… do that to me. All night. Like some… some common whore.’

She could still feel the soreness between her legs, a dull ache that throbbed with every movement. Her breasts were tender, marked, his marks. Her body, still nestled intimately against his, felt… ravaged. Utterly, completely ravaged. And the worst part? She had enjoyed it. Gods, she had enjoyed it way too much. The memory of the pleasure, the mind-shattering climaxes, the complete loss of control… it was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Alaric stirred beside her, his arm tightening around her waist, pulling her even closer. He nuzzled his face into her neck, his breath warm against her skin. Even in his sleep-hazed state, a smirk seemed to play on his lips.

Cassandra stiffened, a desperate urge to escape his embrace rising within her. But her body felt heavy, leaden, utterly drained. She barely had the energy to twitch a finger, let alone fight her way out of his possessive hold. She was trapped, both physically and… emotionally? No. Definitely not emotionally. Just… physically compromised. That was it.

She risked a glance at Alaric. His ruby eyes were still closed, but that smug smirk was definitely there, playing on his lips. He looked… content. Too damn content. His hand, resting on her breast, was gently kneading, his thumb circling her nipple, as if he couldn’t resist even in his sleep. The nerve of this boy!

’Okay, enough,’ Cassandra thought, a flicker of her old resolve returning, pushing back against the exhaustion and embarrassment. ’This has gone far enough. It was a mistake. A drunken, elixir-fueled mistake. It ends now.’

With a surge of adrenaline, fueled by a desperate need to regain control, Cassandra finally managed to wriggle herself free from Alaric’s grasp. He grumbled in his sleep, his arm falling heavily on the bed beside her, but he didn’t wake up. Thank the Gods.

She scrambled to the edge of the bed, pulling the tangled sheets around herself, trying to cover her nakedness, her shame. Her legs were shaky as she stood, her muscles protesting with every movement. Damn, he really had gone to town on her last night.

Taking a deep breath, she turned back to face Alaric, who was now stirring, his ruby eyes slowly opening, focusing on her with a lazy, satisfied gaze. That smirk was still there, bolder now, more knowing, more infuriating.

“Morning, Auntie,” Alaric drawled, his voice husky with sleep, that infuriating smirk widening. He ran his gaze over her, taking in her disheveled appearance, the sheets clutched to her chest, the lingering flush on her cheeks, the exhaustion in her eyes. He looked… pleased. Disgustingly pleased.

Cassandra glared at him, her purple eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “Don’t call me that,” she snapped, her voice sharper than she intended, but laced with a tremor she couldn’t quite control. “And… and last night… it was a mistake, Alaric. A big mistake. It won’t happen again.”

Alaric just chuckled, a low, amused sound, pushing himself up against the headboard, propping himself up with his arms, completely naked, completely unashamed, his ruby eyes fixed on her, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face.

“A mistake, huh?” Alaric repeated, his voice laced with amusement, his gaze raking over her body again, lingering on her breasts, then lower, making her flush even hotter. “Are you sure about that, Auntie? Felt pretty damn good for a mistake.”

Cassandra’s cheeks burned crimson. “Don’t be crude,” she hissed, turning away, unable to meet his gaze, his knowing, mocking gaze. “It was… the elixir. And… and the dream. It wasn’t… real. It didn’t mean anything.”

Alaric chuckled again, louder this time, shaking his head, still smirking. “Dream or reality, Cassandra,” he said, his voice soft, but with an underlying edge of steel. “It happened. We both know it happened. And we both know you enjoyed it. Don’t try to deny it now.”

Cassandra bit her lip, refusing to answer, refusing to acknowledge the truth in his words. She knew she had enjoyed it. Gods, she had enjoyed it way too much. That was the problem. That was the shame.

Alaric, sensing her internal turmoil, shifted his tactics, his tone changing, becoming more… persuasive, more tempting. “Tell you what, Auntie,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive murmur. “Instead of dwelling on ’mistakes’, why don’t you do something… productive? Check your Energy Center. Right now.”

Cassandra frowned, raising a skeptical eyebrow. “My Energy Center? Why?” she asked, her confusion momentarily overriding her embarrassment. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Alaric just smirked, that knowing, infuriating smirk. “Just do it, Cassandra,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of challenge. “Trust me. You might be… surprised.”

Cassandra hesitated for a moment, suspicion warring with curiosity. What was he playing at now? But… there was something in his voice, something in his eyes, that piqued her interest, that made her… curious. Reluctantly, she closed her eyes, focusing inwards, reaching out with her senses, probing her own Energy Center.

And then, shock hit her. Like a physical blow. Her eyes snapped open, wide with disbelief, her breath catching in her throat. She checked again, and again, just to be sure, just to make sure she wasn’t imagining things, wasn’t hallucinating from exhaustion.

But no. It was real. Undeniably, impossibly real. Her Energy Center… it was… overflowing. Not just with energy, but with… Battle Aura. Pure, potent, Master Martialist Battle Aura. And not just Master Martialist rank. Peak Master Martialist rank. Peak. She had jumped from Expert to Peak Master in a single night. In one go. It was… impossible.

“How… how is this possible?” Cassandra breathed, her voice barely a whisper, her purple eyes wide with disbelief, staring at Alaric, searching for an explanation, for some kind of rational answer to this impossible phenomenon. “The elixir… it was powerful, yes, but… this… this is beyond anything I could have imagined.”

Alaric just smirked, leaning forward, his voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper, his ruby eyes gleaming with triumph. “It wasn’t just the elixir, Auntie,” he murmured, his lips close to her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. “It was the sex. It was fucking me.”

Cassandra blinked, her mind reeling, trying to process his words, trying to make sense of the impossible. “Sex?” she repeated, her voice incredulous. “Sex… with you? That… that boosted my rank?”

Alaric nodded, his smirk widening, his eyes gleaming with a knowing, almost predatory light. “That’s right, Auntie,” he whispered, his hand reaching out, stroking her arm, sending another shiver of unwanted, yet undeniable, sensation through her. “Turns out, fucking your nephew has… benefits. Big benefits.”

He leaned closer, his voice dropping even lower, his words a seductive promise, a tempting lure. “A few more intimate nights with me, Cassandra,” he murmured, his ruby eyes locking with hers, holding her captive with their intensity. “And I promise you, Grand Martialist rank will be within your reach. Imagine that, Auntie. Grand Martialist Cassandra Galanis. You will become elites among the Martialists in the entire Kingdom. All thanks to… your loving nephew.”

He leaned back, that infuriating smirk returning, his gaze challenging, expectant. “So, Auntie,” Alaric drawled, his voice laced with amusement, with a hint of command. “What’s your response? Grand Martialist rank… or are you going to let a little ’mistake’ stand in your way of true power?”

He paused, letting his words sink in, letting the temptation, the sheer, irresistible lure of power, work its magic on her. Then, his smirk widened, becoming bolder, more overtly suggestive, his gaze dropping lower, fixing on her lips, then lower still.

“And if you agree, Auntie,” Alaric added, his voice dropping to a low, husky purr, his ruby eyes burning with possessive desire. “If you decide that a few more ’mistakes’ are worth it… then you better come forward and kiss my dick. Show me how much you really want that Grand Martialist rank, Cassandra. Show me how much you really want me.”

Silence hung in the air, thick and heavy, the weight of his words, the sheer audacity of his request, pressing down on Cassandra, forcing her to confront the impossible choice he had just laid before her.

’Kiss his… dick?’ Cassandra thought, her mind reeling, her cheeks burning again, this time with a mixture of shame and… something else. Something… undeniably tempting. ’He wants me to… to… after everything that happened last night… he wants me to… submit. Completely.’

It was depraved. It was humiliating. It was… utterly, completely, wrong. And yet… Grand Martialist rank. Power. True, undeniable power. Something she had craved her entire life, something that had always been just out of reach. And Alaric… Alaric, her own nephew, was offering it to her. On a silver platter. Or rather, on his… dick.

’It’s not that bad,’ Cassandra thought, her mind desperately trying to rationalize the unthinkable, to justify the unjustifiable. ’I already… I already did everything else last night. What’s one more… depraved act? It’s not like my virtue is still intact. It’s already gone. Completely shattered. And for Grand Martialist rank… for that kind of power… maybe… maybe it’s worth it.’

Her gaze dropped, almost involuntarily, to Alaric’s groin, to the still-visible outline of his cock beneath the tangled sheets. Memories of last night flooded back, the raw pleasure, the mind-shattering climaxes, the complete and utter surrender of her body and mind. And a strange, unfamiliar heat stirred within her, a flicker of… anticipation? Desire? No. It couldn’t be. Could it?

’Power,’ Cassandra thought, her mind clinging to that single, intoxicating word, that single, irresistible promise. ’Grand Martialist rank. For just… a few more nights? For just… a little more humiliation? For just… a kiss?’

Her gaze lifted, slowly, reluctantly, meeting Alaric’s ruby eyes again, his gaze burning with triumphant expectation, his smirk widening, more predatory now, more assured. He knew. He knew she was considering it. He knew she was weakening. He knew he was winning.

And he was right. Because as much as her mind screamed no, as much as her pride rebelled, as much as her shame burned, there was a deeper, more primal part of her, a part of her that craved power, that craved advancement, that craved… perhaps, even craved him, that was already whispering yes.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Cassandra lowered the sheets, letting them fall to the floor, revealing her naked body to his gaze, a silent offering, a subtle surrender. Then, her gaze fixed on his, her purple eyes narrowed with a mixture of shame, resolve, and a flicker of something that might have been… desire, she took a step forward, then another, and another, until she was standing at the edge of the bed, looking down at Alaric, at his smirking face, at his waiting cock. Find more adventures on ReadNovelFull.com.Côm

And then, with a deep breath, a silent prayer to whatever Gods might still be listening, Cassandra Galanis, Matriarch of House Galanis, Expert Martialist turned Peak Master Martialist, lowered her head, and kissed Alaric Steele’s dick. Submitting completely, utterly, irrevocably, to her nephew.