Chapter 115: Thanking the Bastard I (+18)
On Rosalind’s side with Eleanor.
The latter had finally managed to calm down.
Rosalind wasn’t sure how to continue. To avoid saying anything, she started drinking the tea she had prepared.
Eleanor watched her movements with confusion, but the way her daughter avoided her gaze made her understand the truth.
A deathly pallor covered her face.
"He told you," she stated with certainty. Seeing her daughter’s reaction, she repeated even more forcefully, "He told you... That bastard really dared to tell you."
Eleanor brought her hands to her head. If she had been on the verge of a breakdown before, now the situation was far worse.
"You knew? Even when you asked him to come ’help me’?" she questioned, trying to maintain a calm that was slipping through her fingers.
"Mom..."
"No. I don’t have a daughter like you. In the end, it seems Elric is the only one who’s really worth anything."
Rosalind looked at her mother with surprise and a hint of pain.
"You don’t mean that. He only thinks about himself and how he’s the only one who matters."
"And look at the brother you’re defending! Do you have any idea how humiliated I felt?"
"You haven’t exactly been the best mother to him either..."
"Ha! He’s not my son. Why should I be a loving mother to a bastard? Stop defending him, Rosalind, or I’ll really have to stop seeing you as my daughter."
"This is a very interesting conversation you’re having."
Cassian, with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, appeared leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets.
"Cassian!" Rosalind approached him, unsure whether his arrival was a good or bad thing.
"Rosalind," he replied with a soft smile, hiding something only the two of them shared.
Eleanor looked at both of them with distrust, then focused her anger on her daughter.
"Did you call him? Why is he here?"
But Eleanor’s arrogant tone didn’t last long. Cassian gave her a look that immediately silenced his stepmother.
"A ’thank you’ would be nice, Eleanor," he said, raising an eyebrow ironically.
The mature woman took a step back, but then turned to her daughter again with renewed confidence.
"Are you going to let him treat me like this?"
"It seems you forgot that you started what happened that day, ’stepmother.’"
Those words stopped both women cold, while a heavy, strange tension began to fill the room. Cassian wrapped an arm around Rosalind’s waist.
"See how she is?" he asked with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "I helped her like you wanted, but instead of thanking me, she just criticizes everything we do."
Eleanor’s gaze fell on the arm around her daughter. She looked like she was about to make another comment, but the words wouldn’t come out no matter how hard she tried.
Meanwhile, small caresses began to emerge from the hand on Rosalind’s waist. Rosalind shot Cassian a warning look as soon as he started, but she couldn’t resist when he began touching her in the way he knew would make her react.
"Ahng!" Rosalind covered her mouth with both hands while Cassian seemed to be holding back a laugh.
The pink-haired girl pulled away from him forcefully, under Eleanor’s wide-eyed stare.
"It looks like your mother feels left out, Rosalind."
In the blink of an eye, Cassian disappeared from his stepsister’s side and appeared next to the mature woman, who immediately backed away.
She retreated until her back hit the wall, but he didn’t stop. His large hand settled on the stepmother’s waist, gripping it possessively, while his eyes locked onto hers with mockery and desire.
"What... what do you think you’re doing?" Eleanor stammered, though her voice came out shakier than she intended. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she felt the heat of Cassian’s body so close.
"Since you won’t thank me for helping you, I’m sure you’ll thank me for this," he murmured against her ear.
His other hand slowly traveled up Eleanor’s side, brushing the curve of her breast over the fabric of her dress.
Rosalind remained standing a few steps away, breathing heavily with her hands still covering her mouth. Her eyes were wide open, a mix of jealousy, shock, and treacherous excitement she couldn’t hide. The small caresses Cassian had given her earlier still tingled between her legs.
"Cassian... I don’t think this is right..." she tried to protest weakly, but her voice sounded more like a moan.
With a quick movement, he spun Eleanor around and pressed her against the wall, pinning his hard body against her back. Eleanor’s skirt lifted easily as he slipped his hand underneath, finding her already wet.
"You’re soaked," Cassian whispered against her ear, his voice low and husky. "So I guess you don’t hate this as much as you want me to believe, right, stepmother?"
His expert fingers pushed aside the thin fabric and brushed directly against her swollen clit, tracing slow circles that made her shudder.
"Ahh!" Eleanor let out a muffled moan, trying to close her legs, but Cassian used his knee to keep them apart. His fingers began moving in slow, firm circles, pressing exactly where he knew would drive her crazy.
Rosalind couldn’t stay still.
Cassian looked at her with that dark smile and extended his free hand toward her.
"Come here."
Rosalind was unsure. She couldn’t believe they were really going to do this, but considering what they had talked about last time, maybe this was exactly what her mother needed.
Cassian pulled her by the nape and kissed her fiercely, shoving his tongue into her mouth while his other hand continued masturbating Eleanor. The stepmother’s moans mixed with the wet sounds of the kiss.
Soon, Cassian pulled out his hard, already fully erect. He pushed Eleanor down until she was on her knees in front of him.
"Suck it. Show me how grateful you are that I helped you."
Eleanor looked at him with a mix of hatred and lust, but she opened her mouth.
Cassian grabbed her hair and thrust inside.
"That’s it... good little whore," he said, starting to fuck her mouth with deep, controlled thrusts.
The older woman didn’t seem to like the adjective, because she used her hands to pinch his leg in protest, but she continued moving her head. In her mind, the humiliation from last time couldn’t hide the pleasure she secretly craved.
Rosalind, standing beside him, was kissed again while he fucked his stepmother’s mouth with deep, controlled movements.
The pink-haired girl couldn’t help moaning against his lips, aroused despite the shame.
Cassian broke the kiss just to look down with that dark, satisfied smile that so characterized him. He watched as Eleanor — the same woman who had always treated him like trash — now had her lips stretched around his cock, with saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.
"Look at her, Rosalind..." he whispered against his stepsister’s lips, still moving his hips. "Doesn’t it turn you on to see this?"
Rosalind bit her lower lip, breathing heavily. She didn’t answer, but her thighs pressed together tightly.
Cassian let out a low laugh and kissed Rosalind hard again, pulling Eleanor’s hair to bury himself deeper into her throat, enjoying every gag and every vibrating moan around his shaft.
He yanked her hair harder, forcing her to keep him buried for a few more seconds before pulling out completely, leaving the older woman panting with strands of saliva hanging from her swollen lips.
Without letting go of Rosalind, Cassian gently pushed her toward the tea table. He sat her on the edge and firmly spread her legs, exposing her.
"Stay there," he ordered Eleanor, who was still on her knees. "I want you to watch how I fuck your daughter."
Eleanor, breathing raggedly with a flushed face, looked up. She wanted to protest, but only managed a choked moan as Cassian buried himself inside Rosalind in one thrust.
"Ahh!" the pink-haired girl cried out, arching her back.
Cassian began thrusting into her hard, gripping her hips. Each stroke made her breasts bounce under her clothes. He looked at Eleanor, knowing exactly what was going through her mind.
"See that, stepmother? Look at how your daughter moans for my cock. Doesn’t it make you jealous?"
Eleanor clenched her thighs, clearly aroused even though she tried to hide it.
Cassian chuckled softly and, without stopping fucking Rosalind, grabbed Eleanor by the hair and pulled her closer so she could see everything up close.
Then he turned his attention to Rosalind, whose face was flushed, with tears of pleasure in her eyes, unable to believe what her "brother" was making her do.
Cassian leaned his face close to hers, pressing his forehead against hers, and looked at her with a mischievous smile.
"Is my sister enjoying it?" he murmured.
This immediately caused a reaction inside her. Rosalind squeezed tighter around him and let out a long, broken moan.
He took advantage of the moment to kiss her again, devouring her mouth while continuing to thrust into her.
Eleanor watched them from her kneeling position, feeling abandoned. Although she knew it was better if they forgot about her, deep down inside she wished she was the one underneath him, receiving that kiss and being fucked until no complete words could come out of her mouth anymore.
