A/N: This time is really lemon.
Gareth had always been a curious girl at heart.
The first time she accidentally overheard mother having sex, she had panicked, her face burning as she ran away.
But even after that, she couldn't stop thinking about it.
Those sounds. The desperate, unrestrained moans of a woman she had only ever known to be cold and untouchable.
Her curiosity gnawed at her.
She knew this was wrong. She knew it was sinful. But she couldn't help herself.
Who was the man who had managed to conquer mother, of all people? Who had the power to break her usual icy demeanor and make her scream like that?
And so, her voyeuristic adventure began…
Peeking through the slightly open door, Gareth held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest.
They seemed completely unaware of her—or maybe they just didn't care.
From her angle, she couldn't see everything, but she had a clear view of mother's smooth, sweat-slicked back as she rode the man beneath her.
Her movements were wild, relentless.
Her hips slammed down with desperate need, her perfect ass bouncing each time she took him deeper inside her.
Gareth swallowed hard.
She had never seen mother like this before.
The composed, ruthless woman she knew was nowhere to be found.
This cold mother of her was raw, needy—obsessed.
"Father… Ahh…! Father…! I love you…! I'll always be your good girl…!"
Morgan's voice was thick with pleasure, shamelessly crying out as she bounced on the thick cock stretching her open.
Her partner's hands grabbed her breasts, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, kneading and playing with them as they jiggled with every motion.
Gareth bit her lip.
So kinky…
Why was mother always so obsessed with calling her partner Father?
Gareth didn't understand. And she definitely didn't want some stranger becoming her father.
The bed beneath them creaked and groaned under the sheer force of their movements, the wooden frame threatening to snap.
Mother didn't hold anything back, moaning louder and louder as the man's grip tightened around her waist, guiding her rhythm, slamming her down even harder.
Gareth leaned in, barely breathing, her curiosity at its peak.
She had to see.
Who was the man mother was riding so desperately?
Just a little closer—
SLAM!
The door suddenly slammed shut, rattling the walls.
The sound was deafening.
Loud. Clear.
A warning.
Gareth's entire body froze.
Mother knew. They knew.
Mother and her lover had been aware of her the entire time.
Her blood ran cold as her mind screamed at her to run.
Her mother was going to kill her.
For a split second, she stood there, frozen in shock. But then—
Without waiting for the inevitable punishment, she turned on her heels and bolted, her heart hammering in her chest.
There was only one person who could save her now—
Her aunt, Artoria.
She sprinted toward her, praying that her aunt could shield her from mother's wrath.
Because Gareth had no doubt—
She was fucked.
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A/N: I hope I don't need to explain this, but I think it was necessary. I didn't trust the intelligence of the people on this site. The one who did it with Morgan is the MC, but from Gareth's perspective, she didn't know their relationship and thought he was a stranger.
Lastly, I will update King of Vampire later, but I will create announcement first before truly coming back, if many responding it, then I will continue it. I have already did it in one of story of mine, don't worry, lol, even I was hiatus too long, I never lack creativity to continue what I left off, my only problem is always motivation and being lazy, if motivation problem is solved, then I will not be lazy.