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The aftermath of their passionate encounter left a charged silence in the room. Lyra, her breath still catching in her throat, lay beside Alaric, a mixture of exhaustion and a lingering sense of exhilaration swirling within her. Alaric, however, was already moving, his mind already shifting to the next item on his agenda.

 

He rose from the bed, his movements fluid and graceful, and headed towards the adjoining bathroom. He turned on the faucets, the sound of rushing water filling the room. "Come, Mother," he called out, his voice low and inviting. "Let's wash away the… remnants of our activities."

 

Lyra hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. The thought of sharing another intimate moment with her son, so soon after their intense encounter, sent a shiver down her spine. But she knew resistance was futile. Alaric's dominance was absolute, and she had long since surrendered to his will.