Chapter 175 Romantic Time In Bath With Aunt Cassandra

Alaric’s question hangs in the air, thick with unspoken promises and shared desires. Cassandra’s lips curve into a genuine smile this time, a soft, welcoming expression that melts away the last vestiges of tension in her shoulders.

“Yes, Alaric,” she whispers, her voice now regaining its seductive huskiness. “I am ready for that bath.” She takes a step towards him, her naked body moving with a newfound confidence, a subtle sway in her hips that makes Alaric’s breath catch in his throat.

‘She’s really embracing this,’ Alaric thinks, a surge of possessive pride swelling within him. ‘My Auntie, my whore, finally mine in every way.’ He watches, his ruby eyes burning with anticipation, as Cassandra reaches out, her hands gently resting on his tunic.

“Let me,” she murmurs, her gaze locking with his, a spark of playful dominance flickering in her purple eyes. ‘Let me take control, just for a moment,’ she thinks, a tiny thrill of agency coursing through her veins. ‘Let me initiate this time.’

Alaric smirks, stepping back slightly, allowing her to take the lead. “Be my guest, Auntie,” he says, his voice low and inviting. “Show me how eager you are.” He stands perfectly still, radiating power and anticipation, letting her set the pace.

Cassandra’s fingers work at the fastenings of his tunic, her touch slow, deliberate, teasing. She savors the feel of the fabric beneath her fingertips, the warmth of his skin radiating through the cloth, the subtle scent of sandalwood and arousal that clings to him.

‘He smells so good,’ she thinks, her senses heightened, her body humming with anticipation. ‘And he’s letting me… do this.’ A wave of warmth washes over her, a surprising tenderness blossoming amidst the lingering embers of their raw encounter.

She slowly slides the tunic off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, her gaze never leaving his. His chest is bare, his muscles flexing subtly as he breathes, his skin glistening faintly with the remnants of sweat from their training, from their lovemaking.

‘Beautiful,’ she thinks, a simple, honest appreciation filling her mind. ‘He’s truly… beautiful.’ She runs her hands over his chest, feeling the smooth skin, the hard muscles beneath, the rapid beat of his heart against her palm.

Alaric watches her, his expression unreadable, but Cassandra can sense the intensity of his gaze, the barely suppressed desire simmering beneath the surface. He’s enjoying this, she knows, enjoying her taking the initiative, enjoying her touch, even if it’s gentle, even if it’s… almost tender.

Her hands move lower, unbuckling his belt, her fingers brushing against his hardening cock beneath his trousers, sending a jolt of electricity through her own body. She can feel him tense slightly, his breath hitching, his eyes darkening with lust.

‘He’s so easily aroused by me,’ she thinks, a flicker of pride, a surge of feminine power, rising within her. ‘Even after twenty rounds, he still wants me. He still craves me.’

She slowly unfastens his trousers, letting them slide down his hips, revealing his fully erect cock, thick and hard and pulsing with anticipation. Cassandra’s breath catches in her throat, her gaze fixed on his erection, a familiar heat blossoming in her lower belly.

‘Magnificent,’ she thinks, a simple, honest word, but it encompasses so much. Power, desire, danger, and a raw, undeniable beauty that both terrifies and enthralls her.

She kneels before him, her hands gently cupping his cock, feeling the heat, the pulse, the raw, untamed power contained within. She looks up at him, her purple eyes locking with his ruby ones, a silent question passing between them.

Alaric just nods, a slow, deliberate inclination of his head, granting her permission, granting her control, just for this moment. Cassandra takes a deep breath, a sense of exhilaration mixed with trepidation coursing through her veins.

She leans forward, her lips parting, her tongue darting out, tracing the length of his shaft, tasting him, claiming him, initiating their next intimate encounter, this time in a way that is… softer, gentler, almost… romantic.

Alaric groans softly, his hands threading through her hair, his body relaxing slightly, surrendering to her touch, to her initiation, to this unexpected tenderness. ‘She’s really doing it,’ he thinks, a wave of surprised pleasure washing over him. ‘My Auntie… taking charge. In her own way.’

They move to the bathing chamber, the air already warm and scented with calming herbs. Cassandra directs the water temperature, adding fragrant oils, creating a soothing, sensual atmosphere. It’s a far cry from the raw, untamed passion of the training field, but it’s equally intoxicating, equally… Alaric.

As they sink into the steaming water, the heat enveloping their bodies, Cassandra leans back against Alaric, her naked back pressed against his chest, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close.

“Comfortable, Auntie?” Alaric murmurs, his voice soft, his lips brushing against her ear.

Cassandra sighs contentedly, her body relaxing completely against his. “Blissful,” she whispers back, closing her eyes, letting the warmth of the water and his embrace soothe her aching muscles, her still-reeling mind.

Alaric’s hands roam over her body again, but this time, it’s different. His touch is gentler, more caressing, less demanding. He strokes her arms, her shoulders, her back, his fingers tracing the curves of her body, exploring, appreciating.

He cups her breasts again, his thumbs circling her nipples, but this time, it’s not a tease, not a torment. It’s a gentle caress, a loving touch that sends shivers of warmth, not electricity, through her.

“Your skin is so soft, Auntie,” he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. “Like silk.” He kisses her shoulder, a soft, lingering kiss that speaks of affection, not just lust.

Cassandra leans her head back against his shoulder, her eyes still closed, a soft smile gracing her lips. “Yours too,” she whispers, her hand reaching up, stroking his arm, feeling the smooth skin, the hard muscles beneath.

They soak in the silence for a while, just enjoying the warmth of the water, the closeness of their bodies, the unexpected tenderness of the moment. It’s a stark contrast to the raw passion they just shared, but it’s equally… fulfilling.

Then, Alaric shifts slightly, his legs moving beneath the water, positioning himself more intimately behind her. Cassandra feels his cock, still hard, pressing against her buttocks, a familiar thrill sparking within her, even in this moment of tenderness.

“Mind if I get a little closer, Auntie?” Alaric murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of playful mischief.

Cassandra chuckles softly, opening her eyes, turning her head to look at him, a playful glint in her purple eyes. “As long as you behave yourself, nephew,” she teases, her voice light, almost carefree.

Alaric smirks, a predatory glint returning to his ruby eyes, but it’s softened now, tempered with affection, with… something else. “Behave myself?” he repeats, his voice laced with mock innocence. “Where’s the fun in that, Auntie?”

And then, he’s pulling her closer, shifting her in his lap, turning her slightly so she’s straddling his thighs, her back still to his chest, her buttocks nestled against his groin, his hard cock pressed firmly against her ass.

“Like this?” he murmurs, his voice low and suggestive, his hands gripping her hips, holding her firmly in place. “Better view, wouldn’t you say?”

Cassandra gasps softly, her body instantly responding to the intimate contact, the heat of his body radiating through her, the pressure of his cock against her ass sending shivers of arousal down her spine.

“Alaric,” she breathes out, her voice a mix of protest and delight.

Alaric chuckles, his hands starting to move again, cupping her buttocks, squeezing, kneading, his thumbs tracing circles on her cheeks, sending waves of pleasure radiating outwards. “Nice ass, Auntie,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “So round, so soft, so… perfect for grinding against my cock.”

And then, he starts to grind, his hips moving rhythmically beneath her, his hard cock pressing against her buttocks, teasing, tormenting, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Cassandra moans softly, her head lolling back against his shoulder, her body melting against his, surrendering to the sensation, to the raw, undeniable pleasure.

“You like that, Auntie?” he whispers, his breath hot against her neck. “You like feeling my cock against your ass?”

Cassandra can only moan in response, her body lost to the rhythm, the sensation, the overwhelming desire. She leans back further against him, arching her back, pressing her buttocks harder against his cock, seeking more, craving more.

“Good girl,” Alaric murmurs, his voice laced with approval. “That’s it, Auntie. Grind on my cock. Make it hard. Make it beg for you.”

And Cassandra does, her hips moving instinctively, her body taking over, driven by pure, primal desire, her moans echoing in the warm, scented air of the bathing chamber, a symphony of surrender and pleasure, a testament to her complete and utter enthrallment to Alaric Steele.

The hot, relaxing, sexy bath has just begun, and Cassandra knows, with a thrill of both fear and excitement, that it will be anything but ordinary.

Alaric chuckles, feeling Cassandra grind against him. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you, Auntie?”

Cassandra laughs softly, a genuinely happy sound. “Maybe,” she whispers, her hips moving subtly against his. “Maybe I’m learning from the best.”

‘She’s teasing me now,’ Alaric thinks, a pleased smirk forming on his lips. ‘My shy Auntie, finally coming into her own.’ He tightens his grip on her hips, guiding her movements, deepening the grind.

“Learning fast,” he murmurs, his voice low and appreciative. “Very fast.” He kisses her neck again, his teeth nipping gently at her skin. “You’re a natural, Cassandra.”

Cassandra shivers, a wave of pleasure washing over her. “Natural at what, exactly?” she teases back, her voice still light, playful.

‘Playing coy now, is she?’ Alaric thinks, enjoying her newfound confidence. “At being a sexy little tease,” he whispers in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “At driving me wild.”

Cassandra laughs again, a little louder this time, a sound of pure delight. “Is that all?” she asks, her hips still moving rhythmically against his cock.

“Oh, no,” Alaric says, his voice deepening with lust. “That’s just the beginning.” He flips her gently in his lap, so she’s now facing him, straddling his thighs, her legs wrapped around his waist.

Cassandra gasps, a surprised sound, her hands instinctively going to his shoulders for balance. “Alaric!” she exclaims, a playful protest in her voice.

“Better view now, Auntie?” Alaric asks, his ruby eyes gleaming with mischief as he looks up at her, taking in her flushed face, her parted lips, her wide, purple eyes.

‘She’s beautiful like this,’ he thinks, a wave of genuine affection washing over him, surprising even himself. ‘Beautiful and mine.’ He reaches up, cupping her face in his hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks.

“Much better,” he murmurs, his voice softening, becoming almost tender. He leans in, kissing her gently on the lips, a soft, lingering kiss that speaks of more than just lust.

Cassandra melts into the kiss, her body relaxing against his, her hands resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palms. ‘He’s being… sweet,’ she thinks, a warm flutter in her chest. ‘It’s… nice.’

They break the kiss, their gazes still locked, a silent communication passing between them, a shared understanding, a bond forged in passion and surrender.

“So,” Alaric says, his voice regaining its playful edge, “now that we have a better view…” He lets the sentence hang in the air, his ruby eyes dancing with mischief.

Cassandra chuckles softly, her cheeks flushing again, but this time it’s a blush of pure arousal, of playful anticipation. “Now what, nephew?” she asks, her voice a seductive whisper.

“Now,” Alaric murmurs, his hands sliding down her back, cupping her buttocks again, squeezing gently, “now we explore.” And with that, he starts to move again, grinding her against his cock, his hands roaming over her body, reigniting the fires of passion that had only just begun to cool.

He starts with her breasts again, his thumbs circling her nipples, drawing out soft moans from her lips. “Still sensitive, Auntie?” he teases, his voice low and suggestive.

“Always,” Cassandra whispers back, her head lolling back, her body arching, seeking more, craving more.

Alaric chuckles, pleased with her response. He leans forward, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking, tugging, sending shivers of pleasure through her. Cassandra gasps, her fingers clenching on his shoulders, her body trembling with sensation.

He moves to her other breast, his mouth hot and wet against her skin, his tongue laving, teasing, driving her closer and closer to the edge. His hands roam lower, tracing the curves of her waist, the flare of her hips, the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, igniting fires wherever they touch.

“Tell me what you want, Auntie,” he murmurs against her skin, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me what feels good.”

Cassandra moans softly, her mind clouding with pleasure, her thoughts becoming hazy, indistinct. “Everything,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “Everything you do… feels good.”

‘She’s lost it completely,’ Alaric thinks, a surge of possessive triumph washing over him. ‘She’s mine. Body and soul.’ He lifts his head, his ruby eyes burning into hers.

“Everything, huh?” he repeats, his voice low and seductive. “Even… this?” And then, he starts to tittyfuck her again, grinding his cock between her breasts, his hands squeezing them, pushing them together, creating that tight, fleshy vice that drives her wild.

Cassandra cries out, a strangled gasp that is half pain, half ecstasy. Her body arches, her head lolling back, her vision blurring with sensation. ‘Tittyfuck again,’ she thinks, her mind dissolving. ‘It’s… so intense. So… forbidden.’

Alaric keeps grinding, his movements relentless, his words crude and possessive, his hands rough and demanding. He bites her shoulder again, harder this time, drawing a sharp gasp from her.

“You’re such a slut for tittyfucking, aren’t you, Auntie?” he growls, his voice thick with lust. “Just like I always knew.”

Cassandra moans louder, unable to deny the truth in his words. She is a slut for him, for his touch, for his dominance, for the raw, untamed pleasure he’s giving her. And she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care about anything anymore, except for this moment, this sensation, this overwhelming ecstasy.

The pleasure builds again, faster and fiercer than ever before, a tidal wave of sensation crashing over her, sweeping her away, drowning her in ecstasy. She screams, a long, primal cry of release, her body convulsing, her breasts clenching around his cock, her screams echoing in the warm, scented air of the bathing chamber.

Alaric roars, his own climax hitting him like a thunderbolt, his thrusts becoming frantic, desperate, until he’s shuddering against her, groaning her name, his seed spilling between her breasts, hot and thick and overwhelming.

They stay like that for a moment, chests heaving, bodies slick with water and sweat and semen, the scent of sex mingling with the calming herbs of the bathwater. Alaric pulls back slowly, reluctantly, leaving her breathless and trembling, her breasts glistening with his essence, her body completely spent.

“Round… what are we on now, Auntie?” Alaric murmurs, his voice still rough with passion, but laced with a hint of playful exhaustion. “Round… bath time bliss?” He chuckles softly, looking down at her flushed, panting form. “Feeling relaxed yet?”

Cassandra just closes her eyes, a soft smile gracing her lips, her body completely at peace, her mind finally, blessedly, quiet. ‘Relaxed,’ she thinks, vaguely. ‘Yes. Completely relaxed. And… completely his.

Alaric continues to grind against Cassandra in the bathtub, his cock pressing firmly against her buttocks, the warm water swirling around them. He enjoys the way she feels, soft and yielding yet tense with arousal.

“You’re driving me crazy, Auntie,” Alaric murmurs, his voice thick with lust. He can’t hold back any longer. The bath was supposed to be relaxing, but her body is just too damn enticing.

‘Relaxing bath my ass,’ he thinks, his cock throbbing relentlessly. ‘I need to be inside her. Now.’ He shifts his grip on her hips, tilting her pelvis slightly, positioning her perfectly for entry.

“Alaric?” Cassandra breathes out, sensing the shift in his posture, the sudden intensity in his touch. She looks back at him, her purple eyes questioning, a hint of apprehension mixed with anticipation.

Alaric doesn’t answer with words. He answers with action. With a sudden, decisive movement, he slides his hand between her legs, parting her wet labia, finding her slick entrance.

Cassandra gasps, her body tensing again, a jolt of surprise and excitement shooting through her. ‘In the bath?’ she thinks, her mind racing. ‘He’s going to fuck me… right here, right now?’

Alaric doesn’t give her time to think. He presses his cock against her opening, teasing, tormenting, making her ache with need. “Ready for one more round, Auntie?” he whispers, his voice rough with desire. “A bath-time special?”

Cassandra moans softly, her head lolling back against his shoulder, her body already surrendering to the inevitable. “Alaric… yes,” she breathes out, her voice barely audible. “Yes, please.”

With a deep groan, Alaric thrusts into her, sliding into her wet heat, filling her completely in the warm bathwater. Cassandra cries out, a sharp gasp of pleasure, her body clenching around him, welcoming him home.

‘Oh god, it feels amazing,’ she thinks, the warm water surrounding them, the intimate closeness, the raw sensation of him inside her, all combining into a heady mix of pleasure and surrender.

Alaric starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, savoring the feeling of her tight walls gripping his cock in the water. He pulls back almost completely, then thrusts deep again, repeating the slow, deliberate rhythm, building the tension, drawing out her pleasure.

His hands are on her breasts again, cupping them, squeezing them, his thumbs teasing her nipples, making them hard and sensitive. The water sloshes around them, a gentle, rhythmic splashing that accompanies their movements, adding to the sensual atmosphere.

“Your tits are bouncing so nicely in the water, Auntie,” Alaric murmurs, his voice thick with lust, watching her breasts jiggle with each thrust. “So fucking sexy.” He reaches out, splashing water over her breasts, making them glisten, enhancing their allure.

Cassandra moans louder, her head lolling back, her body arching in the water, her hands gripping his arms for support. ‘He’s right,’ she thinks, vaguely aware of her breasts floating in the water, jiggling with each thrust. ‘It does feel… different. Sensual. Intimate.’

She starts to move with him, her hips rocking against his, meeting his thrusts, deepening the connection, intensifying the pleasure. This time, she’s not just passively receiving. She’s actively participating, taking control, driving the rhythm, matching his intensity, her own desire rising to meet his.

“That’s it, Auntie,” Alaric encourages, his voice laced with approval. “Ride me. Show me how much you want it.” He speeds up his pace, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, more demanding, the water splashing more vigorously now, creating a swirling vortex around them.

Cassandra matches his pace, her moans growing louder, more unrestrained, her body moving with a newfound freedom, a newfound confidence. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deepening the penetration, maximizing the sensation.

‘I’m actually… enjoying this,’ she thinks, a surprising realization washing over her. ‘Really enjoying it. Not just surrendering, but… participating. Wanting it.’ The shame is still there, a faint undercurrent, but it’s overshadowed by the overwhelming pleasure, the raw, undeniable connection she’s forging with Alaric in this moment.

Alaric’s hands are everywhere now, roaming over her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, tracing the curves of her waist, igniting fires wherever they touch. He bites her shoulder, sucks on her neck, whispers crude, possessive words in her ear, driving her further and further into the depths of ecstasy.

The water is getting hotter now, or maybe it’s just their bodies radiating heat, their passion igniting the very air around them. Cassandra’s breath is coming in ragged gasps, her body trembling, her senses overloaded, the pleasure building, building, building, until she can’t take it anymore.

And then, it hits her, a wave of pure, incandescent ecstasy, washing over her, shattering her, breaking her down, remaking her in his image. She screams, a long, shuddering cry of release, her body convulsing around him, her legs clenching, her core muscles spasming, milking him for every last drop.

Alaric roars, his own climax hitting him like a tidal wave, his thrusts becoming frantic, desperate, until he’s shuddering against her, groaning her name, his seed spilling deep inside her, mingling with the warm bathwater, creating a milky cloud around their bodies.

They stay like that for a long moment, chests heaving, bodies slick with sweat and bathwater, the scent of sex and fragrant oils filling the air. The water is starting to cool now, but their bodies are still radiating heat, still connected, still intertwined.

Alaric slowly pulls out, reluctantly breaking their physical connection, but their gazes remain locked, ruby eyes locked with purple, a silent communication passing between them, a shared understanding, a bond forged in pleasure and submission.

“Bath-time special complete,” Alaric murmurs, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “Position: ‘Aquatic Embrace’ – relaxing and… surprisingly energetic.” He chuckles, looking down at her flushed, spent form. “Long enough for you, Auntie?”

Cassandra manages a weak smile, her body completely drained, her mind still floating in a haze of pleasure. “Perfect,” she whispers, her voice still hoarse, but laced with a genuine contentment. “Just… perfect.”

They linger in the bath for a few more minutes, enjoying the afterglow, the quiet intimacy, the unexpected tenderness that has blossomed between them. Then, slowly, reluctantly, they start to get out of the water, the cool air raising goosebumps on their skin, a gentle reminder of the world outside their sensual cocoon.

They dry each other off in comfortable silence, their bodies brushing, their hands lingering, their gazes meeting, a silent language spoken in touches and glances. Then, they move to the dressing area, selecting fresh, elegant clothing from the wardrobes.

Cassandra chooses a flowing silk dress in a deep violet hue, the fabric soft against her still-sensitive skin. Alaric selects a dark, tailored tunic and trousers, the rich fabric emphasizing his lean, powerful physique.

As they dress, they move with a quiet intimacy, comfortable in each other’s presence, their earlier raw passion now softened, mellowed, replaced by a gentle affection, a shared sense of… something. Something that might, just might, be starting to resemble a real relationship, however twisted, however forbidden, however depraved.

Once dressed, they look at each other, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. They are no longer just nephew and aunt, no longer just dominant and submissive, no longer just predator and prey. They are… something more. Something… complicated. Something… undeniably intertwined.

Alaric offers Cassandra his arm, a courtly gesture that is both unexpected and strangely touching. Cassandra takes it, her fingers intertwining with his, her gaze locking with his, a faint smile gracing her lips.

“Ready for dinner, Auntie?” Alaric asks, his voice soft, his ruby eyes holding a warmth she hasn’t seen before, a tenderness that makes her heart flutter, despite everything.

Cassandra nods, her smile widening slightly. “Ready,” she confirms, her voice now clear, confident, almost… happy? “Let’s not keep my sister and my daughter waiting.”

And hand in hand, nephew and aunt, lovers and something more, they walk out of the bathing chamber, ready to face the world, ready to face Lyra and Fiora, ready to face whatever the future holds, together, bound by a connection that is as forbidden as it is undeniable, as depraved as it is… real.