Chapter 93: Mother and Daughter, Broken the Same Way (+18)

"You can destroy me." That’s what she said.

And oh, she shouldn’t have done that.

Because when someone gave me permission, believe me, I didn’t hold back.

Between the monster and the man who worried about everything, I definitely preferred the former. And this was not good news for her — especially now that there was no one left who could control me.

Or at least, that’s what I wanted to believe.

Deep down, I knew that what I was about to do wouldn’t truly fill the void that had been haunting me lately; if anything, it would probably only make it wider.

But as more and more memories of the past kept resurfacing, my mind could no longer tell the difference between Rosalind and any other woman.

I didn’t wait for the "sweet scene" between us to continue.

With a snap of my fingers, I made her clothes vanish completely and smiled with total detachment at the sight that greeted me.

Her generous breasts with their pink nipples stood out against her skin, her face was completely flushed, matching her hair, and those gray eyes looked at me with absolute confusion.

I took control of her body so she couldn’t cover herself; her hands were bound by something invisible above her head.

I started slowly, savoring her discomfort and the insecurity she felt from what I was about to do to her.

Her wrists were stretched upward until they were almost dislocating her shoulders.

Her ankles were yanked apart, spreading her legs at an obscene, almost painful angle.

Her body was left suspended in the air, completely helpless, exposed only for me.

There were no caresses. There was no gentle preparation.

I slid two fingers directly inside her and released a surge of qi.

It stimulated every nerve at once, forcing her body to react even though her mind wasn’t ready yet.

Rosalind screamed instantly — a sharp, broken sound.

"AAAH!"

Her pussy clenched violently around my fingers...

I continued moving them with short, brutal strokes.

"This is only the beginning," I said in a calm, almost bored voice.

I pulled my fingers out and delivered a hard, open-handed slap directly to her exposed cunt.

I watched her body jerk, her large breasts bouncing with every spasm. I moved closer, grabbed one of her nipples between my fingers, and twisted it hard while increasing the intensity of the qi on her clit.

Rosalind screamed until she was hoarse.

Her first forced orgasm came in less than a minute — violent, painful, without any sweetness.

I made her keep cumming, over and over, without rest.

When I had already lost count of how many times I had forced her to cum using just my hand and my carefully controlled energy, I finally released what had been growing hard throughout this foreplay.

I positioned myself between her spread legs and, without a single word of warning, thrust into her with one brutal stroke, burying myself completely.

Rosalind let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Every time I pushed, a wave of forced pleasure mixed with pain coursed through her insides.

"No... no more! I’m going to break!" she sobbed, tears and saliva running down her face.

I grabbed her hips with both hands and sped up.

I fucked her mercilessly for several minutes, forcing her to cum another few times.

Finally, when her body was only trembling with weak spasms and her gaze was completely lost, I let her drop to the floor like a used rag.

I crouched in front of her, took her pink hair in a firm grip, and lifted her head so she would look at me.

"This was nothing," I said in a low, cold voice.

Rosalind, with glassy eyes and her face covered in tears, could only whisper in a broken voice:

"...Cassian..."

Her body was still shaking; she couldn’t move.

I smiled.

"I’m not done with you yet."

I flipped her roughly and put her on all fours on the cold floor.

With a single thought, I took control of her body again, forcing her to keep her chest pressed against the floor and her ass raised obscenely high.

I positioned myself behind her. The thick head of my cock brushed against her rear entrance.

Rosalind tensed instantly.

"Cassian... no... not there... please..."

I ignored her. Without any gentle preparation, I pushed against her tight asshole.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

I began fucking her with long, savage thrusts, each one deeper than the last.

While I destroyed her from behind, a particular, twisted satisfaction washed over me.

This... this was exactly the same as when I fucked her mother.

But for a moment, other scenes flashed through my mind, completely wiping away my smile.

I shake my head to clear them out and focus on Rosalind.

"You know..." I said in a hoarse voice as I continued pounding her brutally, "not long ago I had your mother in exactly this position. On all fours, ass up high, screaming... just like you right now."

Rosalind sobbed even harder when she heard it, her body shaking violently.

"Your mother cried too... she begged too... and she came like a whore," I continued, my voice thick with dark satisfaction. "Now you’re in the exact same place she was. Mother and daughter... both broken by me."

I used my qi to force an anal orgasm on her — a wave of painful, forced pleasure that made her convulse while I kept fucking her without mercy.

"I’m cumming...! No... I can’t...!"

Her body jerked hard as the orgasm hit her.

I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting even harder, using her orgasm to fuck her even deeper.

"Good girl... squeeze me just like your mother did."

I grabbed her pink hair like reins and yanked her head back as I accelerated to maximum speed.

I stayed buried deep inside her, breathing heavily, savoring the feeling.

I leaned down beside her, stroked her sweaty hair with false tenderness, and whispered in her ear:

"You told me I could destroy you."

She could only sob weakly, unable to answer.

I smiled, satisfied.

But my face twisted for a moment.

A pang of guilt welled up inside me.

When everything finally calmed down, the softness and understanding in her eyes were gone.

What she couldn’t ask during the intensity of the moment came out immediately once we finished.

"My mother? You did something like this with Eleanor?"

I frowned.

"It somehow ended up that way, Rosalind," I replied, but my words didn’t seem to convince her.

"Cassian, Eleanor hasn’t been well for months. You’ve been gone for a long time, so you haven’t seen her, but she’s destroyed. At first I thought it was because of money, but if you did something like this to her... and considering she doesn’t have the kind of relationship we have..." She brought her hands to her mouth, unable to believe what she was deducing. "And what will our father think if he finds out?"

When she seemed to calm down a little, she fixed her gaze on me. She knew this would bring me trouble again.

"I won’t help her," I said preemptively. "She doesn’t deserve it."

My words came out particularly harsh. She gave me that look typical of women who know me too well.

I sighed in resignation, rubbing my brow as I tried to find some relief.

"I guess I’ll have to go see what’s going on with that woman," I whispered to myself with annoyance.

But considering that lately I had decided to stop worrying too much about certain things I had imposed on myself — or that someone else had imposed on me — maybe I could get something fun out of this.

But Rosalind wouldn’t let me leave after that.

Aside from wanting to spend time with me, she couldn’t help but ask something I thought I’d managed to hide well.

"Cassian... are you okay?"

Her eyes seemed to say, ’I know you’re not okay, that this isn’t who you really are’—as if five years were actually enough to truly know someone.

But the truth was, she had always been particularly sensitive when it came to me, as if she’d developed the same sixth sense as Adela.

...

Cassandra Heidelberg Demor, a woman who had achieved transcendence quite some time ago, was the ancestor of the Demor Empire.

In front of her stood Elara Demor, a princess who practiced forbidden arts.

The former observed the latter, analyzing every reaction or weakness she showed.

Elara was terrified; she felt she couldn’t hide anything from that woman.

When she was a child, she had heard some rumors about this supposed ancestor of hers, and none of those stories were good.

"And when I thought Alric couldn’t do anything good..." The woman smiled disdainfully. "But I never imagined I would see someone other than myself practicing what everyone believes is cursed."