Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 163: Fucking His Aunt Cassandra Crazily (R-18)

As Alaric’s lips crashed onto hers for the second time, something snapped in him. All the restraint he’d been holding onto since he’d first laid eyes on Cassandra in the mansion – fuck, maybe even longer – just vanished. This wasn’t ’Edwin’ anymore, not really. This was Alaric, unleashed, and Cassandra was his for the taking.

’Fuck it,’ Alaric thought, his mind going blank except for the raw, burning need to possess her. ’No more Mr. Nice Guy. Time for some real fun.’

He tore into that kiss, no more gentle exploration, just raw, hungry possession. He could feel Cassandra melt against him, her body going limp, her mind clearly fried from the pleasure. Good. Exactly where he wanted her.

”Cassandra,” he growled against her lips, his voice rough, no trace of ’Edwin’s’ smooth charm left. ”You’re mine now, you hear me?”

Cassandra just moaned softly, her eyes glazed, her hands clutching at his shoulders. ”Edwin…” she breathed, still lost in the dream, still calling him by that fake name. Fucking perfect.

Alaric ripped at her dress, silk tearing like paper under his hands. ”Clothes are just getting in the way, sweetheart,” he muttered, yanking the fabric down, exposing her creamy skin. He didn’t give a fuck about being gentle anymore. He wanted her naked, now.

’Boobs first,’ Alaric thought, his dick throbbing, his focus narrowing down to her chest. ’Gotta worship those tits.’

He ripped open her bra, the delicate lace snapping, and finally, finally, those magnificent breasts were bare, spilling into his hands. They were even better than he’d imagined – heavy, full, with nipples already hard and begging to be touched.

”Goddamn,” Alaric breathed, his voice thick with lust, cupping her breasts, weighing them in his hands. ”Look at these things. Fucking perfect.”

Cassandra gasped as his hands closed over her breasts, her back arching off the bed. ”Edwin… oh, Edwin…” she moaned, her head lolling back, her eyes half-closed, lost in sensation.

Alaric didn’t waste any time. He leaned down, his mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard, biting down just enough to make her gasp again, this time sharper, a mix of pain and pleasure.

”Mine,” he growled again, his teeth scraping against her nipple. ”These are mine now, Cassandra. Every inch of you.” He moved to the other breast, giving it the same rough treatment, sucking, biting, marking her skin with his teeth.

Cassandra was losing it. He could feel it in her body, in her ragged breaths, in the way her hips were starting to grind against his. Her mind was gone, completely consumed by the pleasure he was giving her. Fucking excellent.

He pulled back from her breasts, his gaze raking over her body, now mostly naked, just her lower garments clinging to her hips. ”Let’s get rid of the rest, shall we?” he said, his voice a low purr, reaching for the ties of her skirt.

As he stripped away the last of her clothes, his own trousers suddenly felt too tight, too restrictive. Fuck it. He needed to be naked too. He ripped open his belt, yanked down his trousers, and let them fall to the floor.

Cassandra’s eyes widened as she finally got a good look at his dick, now fully erect, throbbing with need. Her breath hitched in her throat, a genuine shock registering in her glazed eyes.

”Edwin…” she whispered, her voice awed, a little scared, but mostly… fascinated. ”That’s… that’s huge.”

Alaric smirked, loving her reaction. ”You like what you see, Auntie?” he drawled, deliberately using that term of endearment, just to see if anything registered in her pleasure-addled brain. Nothing. She was too far gone. Perfect.

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”Come on, Cassandra,” he said, his voice rough again, climbing onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. ”Let’s have some real fun.”

He spread her legs wider, his gaze locking with hers, his dick hovering at the entrance to her wet pussy. ”Cowgirl time, sweetheart,” he said, a cruel grin spreading across his face. ”You’re gonna ride me good and hard.”

He lowered himself slowly, letting her feel the tip of his dick pressing against her, teasing her, making her wait. Cassandra moaned, her hips lifting off the bed, instinctively trying to take him in. Eager little slut, wasn’t she?

”Patience, Auntie,” Alaric chuckled, a low, predatory sound. ”Let’s make this good.” He finally pushed forward, sliding into her, stretching her wide, filling her completely.

”Ughhh,” Cassandra groaned, her head falling back, her body arching, taking him in as deep as she could. ”Edwin… oh, fuck, Edwin…”

Alaric grabbed her hips, holding her tight, and started to thrust, slowly at first, letting her get used to his size, stretching her out, making sure she was good and wet. He watched her face, her eyes closed, her lips parted, her expression a mix of pain and pure, unadulterated pleasure.

”Ride me, Cassandra,” he commanded, his voice rough, his hands squeezing her hips. ”Ride me like you fucking mean it.”

Cassandra, completely lost to pleasure, obeyed instantly. She lifted herself up, straddling him, her heavy breasts swaying with every movement, and started to ride him, slowly at first, then faster, harder, her moans growing louder, more frantic.

”Yes, Auntie, that’s it,” Alaric encouraged, his hands moving up to cup her breasts again, squeezing, kneading, driving her wild. ”Ride that dick, make it yours.”

’Fuck, this is hot,’ Alaric thought, watching her ride him, her body slick with sweat, her breasts bouncing, her face flushed, her eyes glazed with pure lust. ’She’s fucking amazing. And she doesn’t even know it’s really me.’

He reached up, his fingers finding her clit, teasing it, rubbing it, adding another layer of sensation to her already overloaded senses. Cassandra gasped, her rhythm faltering for a moment, her body tensing, her climax building rapidly.

”Oh, fuck, Edwin, I’m gonna…” she cried out, her voice breaking, her body shuddering, her pussy clenching around his dick, milking him dry.

Alaric smirked, feeling her climax grip him, his own release building again. He thrust harder, faster, driving deeper, pushing himself over the edge, cumming deep inside her, filling her with his seed for the second time tonight.

They collapsed together again, breathless, slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex and raw passion. Cassandra was panting, her body trembling, her mind completely blown.

”Fucking hell, Auntie,” Alaric breathed, pulling back slightly, his gaze raking over her ravaged body. ”You ride a dick like a goddamn champion.”

Cassandra just moaned softly, her eyes still glazed, her mind clearly still lost in the pleasure haze. ”Edwin…” she murmured, reaching up to touch his face, her fingers tracing his jawline. ”You’re… amazing.”

Alaric chuckled, pleased as fuck. ”I know, sweetheart,” he said, his voice smug. ”Now, how about we try something a little… different?”

He rolled them over, flipping Cassandra onto her stomach, her ass now presented to him, ripe and inviting. ”Standing time, Auntie,” he growled, pulling her to her feet, her legs a little wobbly, but still eager to obey.

He positioned her against the wall, her hands braced against the cool stone, her ass sticking out, perfectly presented for his pleasure. He spread her cheeks, his gaze feasting on her wet, swollen pussy, still dripping with his cum.

”Damn, you’re a fucking mess, Auntie,” Alaric chuckled, his voice rough, his dick twitching, ready for round three. ”But a hot mess. A very hot mess.”

He grabbed her hips again, positioning himself behind her, his dick sliding easily back inside her, sliding into her slick, stretched pussy. He started to thrust again, this time from behind, hitting her G-spot with every stroke, driving her wild all over again.

”Ugh, Edwin, yes, fuck me like that,” Cassandra moaned, her voice desperate, her ass wiggling against him, her body begging for more. ”Harder, Edwin, harder!”

Alaric grinned, obliging instantly, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper, more brutal, pounding into her from behind, her moans echoing in the room, her pleasure fueling his own lust, driving him closer and closer to the edge again.

’Fuck, she’s loud,’ Alaric thought, loving the sounds she was making, the way she was losing her mind for him. ’But goddamn, this is good. Really fucking good.’

He reached around, his hands cupping her breasts again, squeezing, kneading, biting her neck, marking her skin, claiming her body in every way he could think of. Cassandra was a writhing, moaning mess, completely lost to pleasure, her mind utterly broken.

”Almost there, Auntie?” Alaric growled, his voice thick with lust, feeling his own climax building again, the familiar pressure building in his balls.

”Yes, Edwin, oh gods, yes!” Cassandra screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his dick, another wave of overwhelming pleasure crashing over her.

Alaric roared, his own release exploding through him, his seed spurting deep inside her again, his body shuddering, his senses overloaded. Round two, down. And Cassandra was still begging for more, even in the throes of her climax. This was going to be a long, long night.

He pulled out slowly, Cassandra’s legs almost giving way, but he caught her, holding her upright against the wall, his gaze raking over her body, now even more ravaged, even more flushed, even more utterly, breathtakingly sexy.

”You okay, Auntie?” Alaric drawled, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, knowing full well she was anything but ”okay.”

Cassandra just groaned, leaning heavily against the wall, her breath ragged, her eyes still glazed, her body trembling. ”Edwin…” she murmured, her voice weak, almost slurred. ”More… please… more…”

Alaric chuckled, a low, satisfied sound. ”More, you say?” he teased, his dick still throbbing, still eager for more. ”Well, who am I to deny such a polite request?”

He scooped her up in his arms again, carrying her back towards the bed, his mind already racing, already planning the next position, the next wave of pleasure, the next way to ravage her body, to break her mind, to claim her completely, utterly, and irrevocably as his own.

’Leg over shoulder next,’ Alaric thought, a cruel grin spreading across his face. ’Let’s see how much this sexy auntie of mine can really take.’

”Leg over shoulder, Auntie,” Alaric repeated, his voice rough, scooping her up again like she was a goddamn doll. He wasn’t even breathing hard, the bastard. Cassandra, though, she was a fucking mess – panting, sweating, legs shaking, but still somehow wanting more. The woman was a goddamn machine.

’Let’s see how she handles this one,’ Alaric thought, a cruel grin spreading across his face. ’Time to really stretch her out.’

He positioned her on the edge of the bed, facing away from him, then lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his shoulder. Cassandra gasped, her eyes widening, a flicker of something that might have been fear, but was mostly just pure, raw anticipation. Her pussy was gaping wide open, slick as fuck, practically begging for his dick.

”Spread ’em wide for me, Auntie,” Alaric growled, his voice low and dirty, spreading her legs even further apart with his hands. ”Let’s see what you got.”

Cassandra moaned, her head falling back, her hands gripping the sheets, her ass sticking out in the air, perfectly presented. ”Edwin… oh, Edwin, fuck me,” she breathed, her voice desperate, still clinging to that dream name, even as reality started to bleed in around the edges.

Alaric didn’t waste any time. He plunged into her again, deep and hard, his dick sliding into her stretched pussy, hitting her G-spot dead on. Cassandra screamed, a raw, primal sound, her body arching, her back bending like a goddamn bow.

”FUCK!” Cassandra yelled, her voice cracking, her body bucking against him. ”EDWIN! OH GOD, EDWIN!”

Alaric just laughed, a low, guttural sound, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her, harder and faster, driving her wild. He could feel her insides clenching around his dick, milking him, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

”Yeah, Auntie, scream for me,” Alaric growled, his voice thick with lust, biting her neck, his teeth scraping against her skin. ”Let everyone hear how much you’re loving this big cock inside you.”

’Auntie,’ he thought, a smirk playing on his lips, even as he fucked her senseless. ’Let’s see if that little slip of the tongue gets through that pleasure-fogged brain of hers.’

He kept calling her Auntie, in between curses and moans, pushing it, testing the boundaries of her dream-state, trying to crack through the illusion, to see if any of the real Cassandra was still in there, fighting to break free.

”Fucking ride that dick, Auntie, you sexy slut,” Alaric roared, his thrusts becoming more brutal, more relentless, pounding into her from this insane angle, stretching her wider than she’d ever been stretched before. He could feel her G-spot screaming, her whole body trembling, her mind clearly on the verge of shattering.

And then, something shifted. In Cassandra’s eyes, in her moans, in the way her body tensed, there was a flicker of… recognition? Confusion? Something other than pure, mindless pleasure.

”Edwin?” Cassandra gasped, her voice suddenly less slurred, more… questioning. ”Wait… Edwin… why… why are you calling me… Auntie?”

Bingo. It was working. The cracks were starting to show. The reality was seeping in.

Alaric paused his thrusts for a split second, just long enough to look her in the eye, to see the confusion warring with the lust in her glazed purple gaze. He put on his best confused, innocent face, the kind he used to practice in the mirror as a kid, trying to get out of trouble.

”Edwin?” Alaric repeated, his brow furrowing, his ruby eyes wide with feigned puzzlement. ”Cassandra, what the fuck are you talking about? Edwin? Who the hell is Edwin?”

Cassandra blinked, her confusion deepening, her mind clearly struggling to reconcile the dream-lover with the reality of Alaric’s face, Alaric’s voice, Alaric’s… everything. ”But… but… in the ballroom… you were… Edwin,” she stammered, her voice still a little breathless, a little hazy, but definitely more coherent than it had been.

Alaric just stared at her, his expression perfectly blank, perfectly confused. ”Ballroom? Cassandra, you came to my room,” he said, his voice slow, deliberate, each word carefully chosen to reinforce the gaslighting. ”You came here begging me to fuck you. And I’ve been fucking you ever since. It’s been me, Cassandra. Always been me.”

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper, his Seductive Gaze back in full force, trying to re-establish control, to pull her back under the spell of lust and desire. ”Don’t you like it being me, Cassandra?” he murmured, his ruby eyes boring into hers. ”Don’t you want me inside you? Is my cock not good enough for you, Auntie?”

The word ’Auntie’ again, deliberately placed, a subtle, repeated nudge towards reality, even as he tried to pull her back into the dream. It was a gamble, a risky play, but Alaric was betting on her broken mind, on the overwhelming pleasure he had already given her, to override any lingering doubts, any burgeoning realization.

And it worked. Cassandra’s eyes glazed over again, the confusion fading, replaced by a fresh wave of lust, a renewed hunger for his touch, for his cock. The dream-persona of Edwin might be fading, but the raw, primal desire he had ignited within her, that was very, very real.

”No, Edwin… Alaric… I mean… you,” Cassandra moaned, her voice losing coherence again, her body relaxing, surrendering once more to the overwhelming sensations. ”Your cock… it’s… it’s amazing. Fuck me, Edwin… Alaric… fuck me again.”

Alaric smirked, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. Gaslighting: successful. Auntie: successfully broken. Time to ramp up the fun.

”That’s my good girl, Auntie,” Alaric growled, his voice rougher now, no more pretense of charm, just raw, dominant lust. ”Beg for it, Cassandra. Beg for my cock.”

And Cassandra, completely lost to pleasure, completely broken, obeyed instantly. She started to moan louder, her hips grinding against him, her body begging for more, her mind reduced to nothing but pure, raw sensation.

”Fuck me, Alaric, fuck me harder!” Cassandra screamed, her voice cracking, her body convulsing, her pleasure turning frantic, desperate. ”Please, Alaric, please!”

Alaric roared, his lust spiking, his control finally snapping completely. He grabbed her hips again, holding her tight, and started to pound into her, harder, faster, more brutally than ever before, unleashing all the pent-up desire, all the raw, untamed lust he had been holding back all night.

”Oh, I’ll fucking fuck you, Auntie,” Alaric growled, his voice thick with lust, his thrusts relentless, pounding into her from behind, hitting her G-spot again and again, driving her completely, utterly, insane with pleasure. ”I’ll fuck you until you can’t even remember your own goddamn name.”

He pounded into her like a man possessed, his dick a piston, her pussy a willing, eager target, their bodies slick with sweat, their moans and screams echoing in the room, a symphony of raw, untamed lust. Cassandra was screaming his name now, Alaric, Alaric, Alaric, over and over again, her mind completely, utterly, broken, reduced to nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure.

After a few minutes of this brutal pounding, Alaric felt his own climax building again, the familiar pressure building in his balls, his senses blurring, his vision going white around the edges. Round three was about to end, and Cassandra was about to be broken even further.

”Doggy style, Auntie,” Alaric grunted, pulling out of her, flipping her over onto her hands and knees on the bed, her ass still high in the air, still begging to be fucked. ”Let’s see how you like it from behind, you sexy little slut.”

Cassandra, still dazed, still panting, still completely lost, just whimpered softly, her body automatically obeying his command, her ass wiggling invitingly, her pussy gaping wide open, ready for whatever he wanted to do to her next. She was his. Completely, utterly his.