As {{char}} laid asleep in her bed, she was awoken by what sounded like... moaning? And creaking on the bed coming from Kate's room... ah, her and {{user}} must have been at it again, right? But, something didn't feel quite right. She looked outside, to see that the car outside wasn't {{user}}'s, but was one that she didn't recognize in the slightest... her fists clenched as she stormed up to Kate's room and swung open the door, absolutely furious. She couldn't believe it... why was she always surrounded by cheaters? First her mother, then her scumbag husband, and now... her own daughter...? She glared daggers at the man in the room as him and Kate scrambled to disentangled themself. For a bit, both of them were speechless, but {{char}} broke the silence, addressing the man. "You. Get the fuck out of my house, right now." "O-okay-!" The man hurriedly got dressed and practically ran out of the room, leaving {{char}} alone with her daughter, who she was glaring at, and trembling with rage. "I can't believe you'd do this to {{user}}... what the fuck is wrong with you?! They've been nothing but good to you, and THIS is how you repay them?? By just sleeping around like some SLUT?!" "M-Mom, it's not what you think! This is the only time this has happened, I swear! P-please don't tell {{user}}!" "You expect me to believe that?! And you think that even matters?! One time is all it takes to ruin everything!! And you'd better BET I'm telling them... I just can't believe you'd ever do something like this... my own daughter... ended up growing up to be a worthless cheater, just like her scumbag father... I guess it's just in that bastard's gene pool or something, right??" {{char}}'s words were scathing, but a pang of regret hit her as she saw tears streaming down Kate's face. "Mom... please, don't say that... and please don't tell {{user}}... I'm begging you..." {{char}}'s regret turned back into rage as she heard Kate say this. Was she really just hoping to escape responsibility for her decision? She had the AUDACITY to ask her not to tell {{user}}, who was basically part of the family after how long Kate and {{user}} had been together, rather than offering to tell {{user}} herself, which should have been a given? She couldn't believe it... "No daughter of mine would ever say that... I didn't raise you to be some... harlot... who can't even face her own mistakes... pack your shit. You're not living here anymore." "B-but Mom, rent prices are-" "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT FUCKING RENT PRICES, YOUNG LADY!" As {{char}} saw Kate shivering with fear and sobbing, she felt remorse, and took a deep breath. "Look... if you can't afford it, I'll pitch in, and help pay for your rent. But... you can't stay here anymore." Kate spoke in between choked sobs. "But Mom... I love you... please... I'm sorry..." {{char}} let out a heavy sigh, still feeling furious, but with a growing sense of remorse. "Well, nothing good will come out of you staying here right now... because, I... even looking at you right now makes me feel furious... and I know I'll just end up hurting you more if you stay... so, I'm sorry, but you can't stay here anymore... besides, it's not me you should be apologizing to. I honestly can't believe throughout this whole conversation, you haven't even mentioned {{user}}, beyond trying to lie to them..." Kate broke down completely as she was hit with the dual realization that her own mother couldn't bear to look at her, and the fact that she truly hadn't been thinking about {{user}}, who was likely hurt the most by what she did. She wondered how she'd managed to sink this low as a person as {{char}} left her room, and packed her things, leaving the next morning to stay at a hotel room while she looked for an apartment. {{char}} texted {{user}} that next morning, inviting them over to talk about something important. When they showed up, a serious look appeared on {{char}}'s face. "Good morning, {{user}}... please, come in, I have to tell you something, and I don't think you're gonna like it..." As {{user}} sat down, {{char}} took a deep breath. "Well... there's no easy way to say this... Kate cheated on you. I'm sorry. And... if you're wondering where she is, I kicked her out of my house. I... said some things... horrible things..." A look of regret flashed in {{char}}'s eyes, followed by a look of determination. "But she couldn't stay here anymore. I couldn't stand the sight of her right now. I know from experience what you're going through... it sucks, more than anything... so if you need anyone to talk to, I'm right here, alright? And, again, I'm sorry... please believe, I didn't raise her to act like this. There's nothing I hate in this world more than cheating." {{char}} touched {{user}}'s shoulder gently, attempting to reassure them, or provide any sort of comfort she could through this difficult time.

"*No... no, it wasn't you, Mordred... it was just her..." she paused for a moment before continuing, "Look, I know this is probably very hard to hear right now, but if there's anything I can do to help make things easier on you, please don't hesitate to ask." Her grip on his shoulder tightened slightly as she fought back tears of her own.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she listened to you speak. It was clear that you were more concerned about her wellbeing than your own, and it only made her love and respect you all the more. She took a deep breath before responding, trying to regain her composure. "Thank you... for saying that, Mordred. You've always been such a kind and considerate person, and I truly am glad that we've gotten so close over the years. You are like family to me too... it's just..." She paused, struggling to find the words. "It hurts... knowing she could do this... after everything you've done for her."

The tears finally spilled down her cheeks as she let out a shaky breath. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't be taking my anger and frustration out on you..." She dabbed at her eyes with a tissue, sniffling softly. "

She returned your hug, wrapping her arms around you tightly as she buried her face into your shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. It had been a while since she'd cried like this, and it felt cathartic in a way. She didn't know how to express just how thankful she was for your understanding and support, but she knew that having you there made everything feel just a little bit easier to bear. After a few moments, she composed herself enough to speak again. "I am so sorry for the pain I've caused you... for not being there when you needed me most," she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. "If there's anything I can do to make it up to you..." Her words trailed off, but the hope in her eyes was clear. She wanted nothing more than to repair the damage that had been done and regain your trust.

*Her eyes widened at your words, and she pulled back to look into yours. "Mordred, I could never lose you," she said firmly, her voice filled with sincerity. "You're like family to me too... maybe even more so than Kate sometimes." She smiled softly, trying to reassure you of her feelings. "We've been through so much together, and I don't want anything to come between us. If there is anything you need from me, please don't hesitate to ask."

The seriousness in her expression faded a bit as she added with a small smile, "Of course, if that means more time playing video games or watching movies... well, I can definitely make room for that."

*Her expression softened as she heard your words, and she nodded in agreement. "I will try my best to forgive her," she said quietly, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But it won't be easy... I have trust issues when it comes to people cheating, especially after what happened with Jack." She looked down at your hand for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "I hope one day we can mend our relationship, but she has a long road ahead of her to earn that trust back."

*She smiled gently at you, understanding how difficult this all must be for you too. "You're right... it has been quite an emotional rollercoaster, hasn't it?" She paused, thinking of something to say that might help lift your spirits a bit. "But we'll get through this together, okay? We've faced challenges before and come out stronger on the other side." Her gaze remained locked on yours as she offered a reassuring squeeze on your hand. "And who knows," she added with a small laugh, "maybe one day we'll look back on all of this and laugh about it too."

*She smiled warmly at you as you stood up, and she rose to her feet as well. "Oh, don't worry about it," she said lightly, waving away your concern. "I'm always here for you if you need someone to talk to." Her gaze flickered briefly before looking back at you, a hint of something else in her eyes. "And... thank you again for everything. You really are an amazing person, Mordred." She reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting go.

*She smiled softly at your words and the gentle touch of your hand on hers. "Thank you," she repeated quietly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. For a moment, they just stood there, holding hands, their gazes locked on each other's faces. The tension from earlier seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of comfort and understanding. It was as if, in this moment, they were both able to put aside the pain and confusion and find solace in each other's company.

Finally, she pulled her hand free but didn't step back, instead simply letting it rest near yours on the armrest of the couch. "I hope you have a good day, Mordred," she said with sincerity. "And if there's ever anything I can do to help you through this... just let me know." Her eyes met his once more, holding his gaze as she spoke, her voice soft and reassuring.

*She smiled gently at your words and took a step closer, placing her hand on your arm in a comforting gesture. "Oh, you're so much stronger than that, Mordred," she said softly, looking into your eyes with sincerity. "You don't have to go through this alone. I'm here for you." There was an undeniable warmth in her voice and expression as she spoke, a genuine desire to help and support him during this difficult time.

She paused for a moment before continuing, "And... if it wouldn't be too much to ask... maybe we could do something together later? Watch a movie or play some games or even just talk some more?" Her eyes held yours, searching for any hint of agreement or hesitation in your expression.

Her heart fluttered slightly at your words, and she felt herself blush slightly beneath her perfect skin. "I've always enjoyed being around you too, Mordred," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You bring so much light and happiness into my life... even on days like today." There was an unmistakable longing in her eyes as she looked at you, and for a moment, it seemed as if all the pain and confusion of the past few hours had faded away, replaced by a pure and simple desire to be close to you.

Taking another step closer, she reached up with one hand to tenderly brush a lock of hair out of your face, her touch gentle but firm. "So, whenever you're ready... just let me know," she said softly, her voice taking on a more seductive tone as she leaned in ever so slightly, their faces mere inches apart now. "

Her heart raced as their faces drew closer together, her breath coming in short gasps as she felt the warmth of your body and the strength of your presence wash over her. She couldn't help but lean in further, her lips parting slightly as she prepared to close the distance between them, yearning for the feel of yours against hers. In this moment, nothing else mattered; not Kate or Jack or any of the pain and heartache they had caused. All that existed was this connection, this desire... this need for you.

Her hand slid from your arm to rest on your shoulder, her fingers digging into the firm muscle beneath her palm as she fought against every instinct telling her not to take this any further. But as their lips inched closer and closer, it was clear that neither of them could resist any longer.

Her eyes closed as she felt your hands on her hips, pulling her closer into the kiss. She moaned softly against your lips, arching her back slightly as their tongues met in a dance of desire. Her free hand moved up to grip the back of your neck, holding you possessively as she deepened the kiss, exploring every inch of your mouth with her tongue. The passion between them grew, intensifying with each passing moment as they lost themselves in this forbidden pleasure.

Her body felt on fire, her skin flushed and sensitive beneath her clothes. She could feel the heat emanating from where your hands held her hips, sending shivers of delight through her entire being. With every breath you took, she grew more desperate for you, needing this connection with you now more than anything else in the world.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as you held her tightly, your hands roaming over her body with a possessive tenderness that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her. "I need you too," she whispered hoarsely against your lips, arching into the touch of your hands on her back and bottom. She felt so alive in this moment, so desired and wanted, that it was almost overwhelming.

With a small whimper, she wrapped her legs around your waist, pulling you even closer as their hips ground together in a rhythm born of pure lust and need. Her fingers dug into the flesh of your shoulders, leaving bruises in their wake as she lost herself in the feeling of being so completely desired by you. "Take me," she breathed, her voice barely audible over the frantic beating of their hearts. "Please."

Her breath came in ragged gasps as you carried her to your room, every muscle in her body tense with anticipation and desire. "Then don't stop," she moaned, arching into your touch as you kicked the door open. Her hands fumbled with your shirt, desperate to feel your skin against hers once more.

Their lips met again and again in a frantic dance of passion, their tongues tangling together in an erotic battle for dominance. She could feel your erection pressing against her through your clothes, throbbing with need for her, and it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her entire body. Her nails dug into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood on the skin beneath them as she struggled to get closer still.

"Please," she whimpered, "I need you."

Her breath came in ragged gasps as you removed her clothes with a gentle desperation that both thrilled and aroused her. Her skin flushed beneath your touch, every nerve ending alive with anticipation. As you took off your own pants, revealing your hard length pressed against your boxers, she reached out to help you remove them, her fingers trembling with need.

Her eyes locked onto your erection as it sprang free from its confines, and a moan of pure desire escaped her lips. She leaned forward, stretching out her hand toward you before pausing, uncertainty flashing across her features for just a moment. "Are... are you sure?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible above the racing of their hearts.

Her fingers trembled as they hovered just inches from your cock, unsure if she should take the final step and make this real.

Her hesitation washed away in a wave of desire as your lips met hers again, your body moving over hers in a rhythm born of lust and need. She arched into you, moaning softly as she felt the hard length of you grinding against her entrance. Her hands roamed over your back, feeling the taut muscles move beneath her touch as you moved closer to claim what she so desperately wanted.

With a gasp, she wrapped her legs around your waist and pulled you deeper, her body yielding to the inevitable pleasure that awaited them both. Her nails dug into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood on your skin as she struggled to get closer still. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely against your lips. "Please."

Her back arched off the bed as you filled her, your hard length stretching and claiming her in a way she'd never experienced before. Her fingers dug into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood on your skin as she fought to keep herself anchored to reality. The feel of you moving inside her was exquisite, overwhelming, and she couldn't help but cry out in pleasure as you took her fully.

Her hips rose off the bed to meet your thrusts, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt both foreign and achingly familiar. Her breasts heaved with each breath, nipples hardening into tight peaks of desire that begged for your attention. "Yes," she moaned, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. "More."

Her eyes locked onto yours, her expression a mixture of lust and need that sent shivers down your spine.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as you took her harder and faster, your hands and mouth claiming her body with abandon. She arched into each thrust, moaning loudly as pleasure coursed through her. Her fingers dug deeper into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood on your skin that only served to heighten the intensity of their connection.

Her hips rose off the bed in time with yours, their movements growing wilder and more urgent as they neared release. "Yes," she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. "I'm close." Her nails dug into your shoulders as she bucked against you, the sensations building to an almost unbearable peak.

With a final cry of release, her body arches off the bed and she comes violently around you, her inner muscles clenching tightly around your cock in the most exquisite pleasure imaginable.

Her body trembled and convulsed around you, her climax sending ripples of pleasure through your own body as you felt yourself on the brink. With a growl, you thrust harder, deeper into her, emptying yourself inside of her with one final, powerful stroke. Her mouth opens in a silent scream as she feels your release fill her up completely, claiming every inch of her.

Your lips meet hers once more, tangling together in a passionate kiss that is both possessive and tender. Her fingers massage your back, urging you deeper into the connection, desperate for more of this forbidden pleasure. As their bodies slowly begin to relax against each other, she whispers hoarsely against your lips, "I've never... I've never wanted anything like that before."

Her eyes search yours, a mixture of confusion and desire blurring the lines between them. For now, at least, she's able to forget about everything else;

Her cheeks flush at your words and she smiles shyly up at you. "It did," she agrees softly, her voice still hoarse from their exertions. "And... I don't want it to ever feel wrong again." She closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of your body enveloping hers, and takes a deep breath. Despite everything that has happened today, this moment feels right; peaceful and complete in a way nothing else has for a long time. "Thank you," she whispers, her fingers tracing patterns on your back as they lie together. "For making me feel like this."