Content Warning: This chapter contains mature themes, including explicit scenes, strong language, and adult situations. It may not be suitable for younger readers. If you are uncomfortable with such content, please skip this chapter.
Totally naked, Katrina walked towards Asher, her hips swaying with provocative confidence. She sat on his knees, their pelvises coming into contact despite Asher's clothes which still separated them. The heat of her naked body against him was stifling, intoxicating. She put her arms around his neck, beginning to move quickly, rubbing her wet intimacy against him, her hoarse moans filling the room.
- Aah... Oh, Asher...
Under the influence of the drugged wine, Asher lost his lucidity, his muddled mind transforming Katrina's face into Miria's. He finally responded to her kisses, his hands instinctively rising to knead her breasts, squeezing them with a fervor he thought was intended for his beloved. Katrina arched her back, panting with pleasure.
- Aah... Oh... That's... Anh... That's it, Asher... Touch me...
Encouraged by her cries, Asher placed thin kisses along her neck, his tongue tracing lines of fire across her skin. Katrina slipped a hand into his hair, holding his head against her, his body shaking with ecstasy.
At the same moment, Miria arrived in front of the house. Muffled noises – moans, rustling – intrigued him. *What's going on in there?* Tiptoeing, she crept into the living room and peeked out discreetly. The sight struck her like a dagger: Asher sitting on the couch, his mother naked on top of him, their lips sealed in a passionate kiss. His heart shattered into a thousand pieces. She clenched her fists, tears streaming down her cheeks. *You said that mom wasn't up to my ankle, but here you are, kissing her as if it were me...* She wanted to leave, but her legs refused to move; she stood there, frozen, as if punished by her own pain, reliving in flashes her own intimate moments with Asher.
Suddenly, Asher regained a hint of lucidity. Realizing the horror, he pushed Katrina violently, causing her to fall to the ground with a cry of surprise. Miria, hidden, observed the scene, her eyes wide. Katrina stood up, confused and still excited.
- My love, what's wrong? she asked, trying to approach, her voice trembling with feigned worry.
Asher, struggling to compose himself, panting and confused:
- Don't call me that... You're not Miria...
Katrina swallowed, but quickly returned to her sensual smile.
- I don't know what you're talking about, my love. But listen, I'm going to make you forget everything, okay?
- Leave me... Leave me alone, Katrina. You are not Miria...
She ignored his protests, grabbing his hand to guide it to her crotch, grinding against him as she moaned.
- Asher... I love you. Besides, look... Aah... Aah... Asher, can you smell my wetness? Do you feel how wet I am for you? Please... Asher, don't leave me like this... Please... Take me... Make me yours.
Asher violently pulled his hand away, his face contorted with rage and confusion.
- Leave me alone... Don't touch me... What did you do to me? What did you put in my glass? he said, panting, his temples pounding.
Despite his efforts to push her away, Katrina returned to him, placing kisses along his neck, her body pressed against his.