Chapter 116: Thanking the Bastard II (+18)
"Sir! Sir! News from the elves!"
A beastman with prominent lion ears and a terrifying physique raised an eyebrow upon hearing that.
"From the elves?"
"Yes! It’s horrible... I still can’t believe something like this happened."
"Stop stalling. What happened?"
"Extermination! Total extermination, my lord! No one was left alive in the elven capital. Not even their Transcendents... even their gods seem to have died."
The man frowned deeply as he finally heard the full report. He sat down in a sturdy-looking chair and paused for a moment.
"Do you think it has something to do with... that?"
The informant began shifting nervously at the question.
"It shouldn’t... It shouldn’t be the case. So much time has already passed since then. Besides, even if it was caused by them, why now? It doesn’t make sense. And if they can really do something like this, why are we still alive?"
The room received no answer — only a heavy silence took over the place.
...
On the other hand, the elf god who had left Pradiles did not go looking for the siblings to finally settle everything that had been postponed.
Instead, he returned for a moment to the elven kingdom, only to find it completely destroyed.
He looked around with disbelief, impotence, and rage, feeling a storm of emotions exploding inside him all at once.
Meanwhile, those who had absolutely no idea what was happening in the place they had left behind long ago were Xingyue and Celestia.
The latter now accompanied the former on her journey through the search. Although the elf had not forgotten what Xingyue had done to her homeland, she had no other choice but to follow her.
They were in an inn in an unknown village.
Celestia looked at the bed where she was supposed to sleep, then at the woman who had somehow acquired such luxurious fabrics and a sleeping arrangement that looked even better than what she used to have. With her cheeks puffed up in distress, Celestia dropped to the floor and began to cry.
Xingyue frowned. ’I really shouldn’t have brought her...’ she thought.
"Are you going to keep this up much longer? Because if so, you can start looking for a place to sleep outside."
Celestia stopped crying abruptly, lowered her shoulders, and looked at the woman with black hair and star-like eyes.
"You don’t have to be like this..." she whispered with a sigh. "When we first met, you were nicer."
"And you didn’t act like a child," replied Xingyue, her face showing genuine distress at the thought of her master finding out she had been tricked by someone like this.
"Anyway... where are we?" the elf asked, curious.
"I don’t know."
"But do you know where we’re going?"
"I don’t know."
"Mmm, and where could we go?"
"No idea. In any case, I hoped you knew a bit more about this world and could tell me where to go. There had to be some use in bringing you with me."
The elf looked at the "fairy" in confusion.
"But I’ve never left elven territory..."
"Yeah, I can already tell you’re completely useless."
"Ah! So what are we going to do?"
Xingyue looked around, trying to sense something that would tell her which direction to take. At that moment, she looked toward a certain direction.
"We’ll head north for now... If we find human territory, we’ll start there."
"I think it’s better to go south if you’re looking for humans," suggested Celestia. "Though maybe the locals here can tell you better."
Xingyue looked at the idiot as if she had finally done something useful.
...
Back to Cassian, who was enjoying the duo of mother and daughter, unaware — or perhaps not — of who was looking for him.
Eleanor felt pathetic. Wet, throbbing, humiliated... and terribly aroused.
Cassian finally turned his head toward her with a cold and arrogant expression.
"Are you still here, stepmother?" he asked mockingly.
Eleanor clenched her thighs, breathing heavily. She wanted to insult him, but only a choked moan escaped her mouth.
Without pulling out of Rosalind’s pussy, Cassian grabbed Eleanor roughly by the hair and yanked her up with force, slamming her against the table beside her daughter.
"Get up. If you’re going to drool like a bitch, at least don’t do it against the table."
He shoved two fingers inside Eleanor without warning, fucking her roughly and without any gentleness, while he continued penetrating Rosalind with a much smoother and more pleasurable rhythm.
Rosalind let out a softer moan as he pushed deeper, brushing that spot that made her arch her back.
Eleanor, on the other hand, only received the impersonal and brutal movement of his fingers. Cassian curled them forcefully, almost carelessly, as if he were using a toy.
"What’s wrong, Eleanor?" he asked mockingly, not even looking at her fully.
Eleanor squeezed her eyes shut, clouded by arousal. Her hips moved instinctively against Cassian’s hand, seeking more friction.
"Please..." she whispered at last, almost inaudible.
Cassian let out a low, dark laugh.
"Please?" he repeated, amused.
He suddenly pulled his fingers out of Eleanor, leaving her empty and frustrated.
Then he brought them to the older woman’s lips and shoved them into her mouth without warning.
"Suck."
Eleanor sucked her own juices from Cassian’s fingers with shame.
He moved them inside her mouth for a few more seconds before pulling them out and wiping them on her cheek with disdain.
With a simple wave of his hand, he tore the upper part of both Eleanor’s and Rosalind’s dresses at the same time. The fabric ripped cleanly, exposing their breasts. Eleanor’s mature and heavy breasts were revealed alongside Rosalind’s firmer and rounder ones.
Cassian grabbed Eleanor by the waist with superhuman strength and lifted her as if she weighed nothing. He laid her on the table face-up, then placed Rosalind on top of her, pressing their bodies completely together.
Both women’s breasts were crushed obscenely against each other. Rosalind gasped as she felt her mother’s hard nipples rubbing against hers. Eleanor, for her part, blushed violently as she felt her daughter’s hot, soft body pressed on top of hers.
Cassian positioned himself behind them, admiring the view.
"Look at this..." he murmured with mockery.
First, he grabbed Rosalind’s hips and buried himself deep inside her pussy with one thrust, drawing a loud moan from her. He began fucking her with firm, deep strokes, making her body constantly rub against Eleanor’s.
Every time he thrust into Rosalind, their breasts pressed harder together, and her moans fell directly onto Eleanor’s face.
"Look at her..." Cassian whispered to Rosalind as he fucked her harder. "Your mother is underneath you, feeling how I fuck you."
Then, without warning, he pulled his cock out of Rosalind’s pussy and slammed it brutally into Eleanor’s.
"And you, Eleanor? Have you finally decided to thank me?" he asked as he thrust hard into her again.
A loud moan escaped both women, especially the more mature one.
"Or are you still going to pretend you weren’t the first one to kiss me that day? Or that you don’t secretly enjoy how I helped you with your little problem?"
"What would you have preferred? That I was your son? Though of course, you would never fuck Elric, so I guess this is better, right?"
While speaking, he thrust into her roughly again, letting a portion of his energy enter Eleanor’s body. Intense vibrations spread through her insides, threatening to completely shatter her sanity.
"Ahhh...! You damned... bastard!" she managed to scream between sobs of pleasure.
Cassian let out a dark laugh.
"That’s the answer I wanted."
Both women trembled as they felt Cassian finish. Eleanor, defeated, could only moan weakly.
Cassian remained there between them, savoring the sight of mother and daughter stacked together.
Their breasts were still crushed against each other, their bodies trembling slightly and the only sound in the room was the heavy, ragged breathing of the two women.
