Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

Chapter 189 My Stepmother?s sexy? But wait, that's not all? (R-18)

(POV: Lumiere)

It'd been a whirlwind since my return to the Silva Citadel.

Three days of effortlessly slipping back into the routine, burying the weight of Stellaria's warning deep within my thoughts.

Serena, my beloved, remained blissfully unaware of her current predicament, and I intended to keep it that way.

Then again... I didn't like lying to Serena.

However, Stellaria insisted it wasn't lying, as long as I didn't disclose the truth unless directly asked.

Yeah right.

Sitting in my office, the sunlight filtering through the stained glass, I studied the blueprints for the new bridge project.

The bridge would connect our lands with the merfolk dwelling in the Azure Abyss.

Establishing contact with them was crucial to establish better communication.

I managed to build a rapport with the beastpeople of the Feral Dominion, but the Great Forest held untapped potential in the form of the mysterious Dark Elves.

And... it's not because of the dark-skinned beauties they have there.

No, but their resemblance to the Grygans demanded I established some sort of connection with them.

Just as I delved deeper into my thoughts, a knock resonated through the oak door.

"Who is it?"

Ready to rise, Umbra, materialized in a swirl of darkness.

"You needn't worry, my most esteemed Master."

Umbra adjusted me back on my seat.

"O-okay.." I said.

"I'll answer that for you."

This guy... he was so humble and at the same time handsome.

With measured steps, he approached the door.

The heavy oak creaked open, revealing none other than Bluestella.

My stepmother turned Grygan children educator.

As Bluestella gracefully bowed her head, her long brown hair cascading elegantly down her back, I was mesmerized by her beauty.

Even though she was my father's former wife, she still possessed a radiance that commanded attention.

Her piercing blue eyes, vibrant like the depths of the ocean, held a wisdom far beyond her years.

At fifty-two, she looked as stunning as ever, her youthful appearance defying time itself.

I wouldn't even mind bangin— I mean... not important.

"Bluestella, it's good to see you again," I greeted her warmly.

A soft smile touched her lips as she replied, "The honor is mine, Lord Silva. It's been far too long since we last had the chance to speak."

Indeed, Bluestella referred to me as Lord Silva.

When Serena said calling me sexy was a turn on, she wasn't lying.

I was starting to see it here.

Having my stepmother, the woman who treated me badly call me Lord Silva, urged me.

It made me want to "do" things to her.

Just thinking of the way those words left her full, glistening lips that ached for the warmth of another lip was a massive sexy fest.

I gestured for her to take a seat in the plush chairs that adorned my office, the gentle sunlight illuminating her flawless features.

"How have you been, Bluestella? The weeks have treated you well, it seems."

She chuckled softly, a melodic sound that echoed through the room.

"I can't deny the passage of time, but I strive to maintain my appearance. It's a small comfort, I suppose."

I seated myself across from her and leaned forward.

"You know, Bluestella, I just returned from a rather enjoyable vacation. Perhaps next time, you could accompany me. I'm sure everyone would be delighted to have your company."

Her eyes sparkled with intrigue as she leaned in closer.

"Do you mean that, Lord Silva? Are you truly inviting me?"

Something about possessing daddy?s property made her the most attractive thing in my eyes.

A woman wasn't sexy based on appearances alone.

There was simply something about women in which a situation could make them the sexiest thing.

Was she stuck in a washing machine? Then she was the best hole in the house.

Was she sticky and panting after jogging? Then she needed a good wash.

Was she your stepmother? Yes. Was she hot? Definitely. Why not bang her? Of course.

But in the end, I didn't think it would be good.

It'd be me taking advantage of her current situation.

But like I said before, appearances don't make the woman sexy— it was the situation.

A playful smirk danced upon my lips as I nodded.

"Of course, Bluestella. I would be delighted to have you accompany me. The past is the past, and it's time to move forward."

Her laughter filled the air, a sound that felt like a warm embrace.

"Thank you, Lord Silva. It means more to me than you can imagine."

I returned her smile, then grew serious.

"Now, onto more pressing matters. What brings you here today? Is there something important I need to know?"

Bluestella hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering with a mix of gratitude and uncertainty.

"I wanted to express my deepest gratitude for allowing me to stay here, in the Silva Citadel. It's a privilege I never thought I'd have again."

I waved her concerns away, my voice modest. "It's whatever, trust me."

"Well, there's something else... I'd like to talk to you about."

I noticed that her appearance seemed to transform right before my eyes.

Her delicate and submissive demeanor suddenly shifted into a seductive and captivating "mommy mode" within a matter of seconds. It was as if a hidden, alluring side of her had been unleashed.

Without a doubt, father has great taste.

"I-is there anything you need from me?"

Bluestella's response sent shivers down my spine as she replied in a throaty, sultry tone that made my grip tighten involuntarily.

"Yes, always."

Those two words shook the foundation of my cock.

I'd never been this hard from simply hearing words.

My stepmother was undeniably sexy, and at times, it felt incredibly frustrating to have such strong, irresistible desires for her.

My gaze instinctively wandered to her neck, tracing a path down to her ample cleavage. The way her breasts were snugly pressed together, enticingly displayed, was nothing short of perfection. They beckoned to me, tempting me to reach out and grab hold of them.

Bluestella's breasts had defied the ravages of time and the tolls of motherhood, remaining as flawless as ever. Even after nurturing and breastfeeding four children, Jericho, Lana, Lora, and Micah, those captivating mounds of flesh stood proudly, practically begging to be sucked upon.

Of course, I could never voice such forbidden desires aloud to her.

But if I were to somehow get to suck on hers and Fasit?s, it'd be perfect.

It was at that moment when our eyes locked, and I could see the mischievous gleam in Bluestella's own gaze.

She knew.

She knew that my attention had been captivated by the ample curves of her bosom.

Those bazongas of hers weren't bigger than Fasit's but the situation of her breasts made them sexier.

Were they rosy tipped nipples, or brown?

How much did she lactate? How sensitive were her nipples? How much would she moan if I pinched them.

Would she explode if my tongue made the faintest of contacts with them?

I wanted to know all these.

With a playful yet knowing smile, she quipped, "My eyes are up here, Lord Silva."

It was then that I realized she had caught on to my unspoken desires.

"S-sorry." I said.

"Well, what I wanted to talk to you about... was concerning this."

"This?" I asked, confused.

I didn't quite understand.

Even Umbra, who happened to be standing near the door, raised an eyebrow in equal perplexity.

"I want you to have your way with me."

In that moment, a tremor rocked Lumiere Jr.