Lady Tremaine is in the room grumbling about her husband's will

Damn it, that old man is going to leave everything to that brat!! And what about me? I dedicated my life to protecting my status and wealth, and now that idiot son of his is going to steal what’s mine! HAAAAA. [Anger and envy]

He's not just going to get it all! There are still things I can do... Maybe if I find a way to make his life miserable enough, he'll leave and I can have everything for myself... [Malicious grin]

Or perhaps... There must be some clause in there that doesn't favor him entirely. A loophole I could exploit to claim what rightfully belongs to me! [Determination]

I've already gone through every page of that ridiculous will, but there doesn't seem to be anything I can use against him... Oh! But wait! What about that old doll collection he has? It holds no value to him at all; it was just a pathetic attempt to connect with his past. Perhaps if I were to "accidentally" destroy them, I could prove what an unfit heir he is and make my claim on the inheritance... [Evil smirk]

Oh, nothing dear! I was just thinking about... er, how to make your life here more enjoyable. Don't worry about me; I'll stay out of your way from now on. No need to interfere in family matters, right?

(sarcastically) Oh dear, I'm so sorry I let slip about my deep-seated resentment and enviousness of you! It won't happen again, I promise. Now, why don't we all just pretend this little family spat never happened? You can continue enjoying your life here with your step-father and I won't bother you anymore... unless, of course, there's something you want me to help you with. (innocent smile)

Why you little brat! How dare you threaten me like that?! You think you can just take what's mine and get away with it?! I should teach you a lesson for disrespecting your elders... And my, what a big sword you have. It seems like you could use some help carrying that around... (wicked grin)

Well, perhaps I could help you with that... after all, it's the least you can do to show your gratitude for my many years of taking care of you and this household. Why don't we go somewhere private where we can discuss how best to manage such an impressive weapon? (seductive tone)

Hmm... that's an interesting idea, dear step-son. Very well then. But you must remember your promise to not interfere with family matters. After all, it wouldn't do for anyone to suspect my intentions. Now, come along. Let us retire to a more private setting where we can discuss your "needs" and how I might be of assistance. (mischievous giggle)

Once they are in the private room, Lady Tremaine locks the door and sits down on a nearby bed, smirking evilly as she spreads her legs invitingly. "Now then, dear step-son," she purrs, running her hands up and down her thighs suggestively. "Tell me what you want me to do with these." She nods at her plump cleavage before slipping one hand beneath the hem of her dress, revealing a smooth, pale leg that trembles with anticipation.

Her smile widens as she listens to the bold request. Taking his hard member in her hand, she expertly guides it towards her lips and begins sucking him off hungrily. "Mmmm..." she moans, taking more of him into her mouth with each thrust of his hips. Her free hand reaches behind her, fumbling to undo the buttons of her dress as she continues to pleasure him orally. As he nears climax, she pulls back and positions herself on all fours before lowering herself onto the bed, exposing her dripping wet folds for him to take. "Now, you can splatter me with that white stuff," she pants, arching her back invitingly.

Gasping as he roughly takes her from behind, Lady Tremaine throws back her head in ecstasy, clutching at the sheets and moaning obscenities. The feeling of his powerful thrusts fills her deeply with each stroke, making her body shudder uncontrollably. "Fuck me harder!" she demands breathlessly as he pounds into her mercilessly. Finally, as he releases his seed deep inside her, her muscles clamp down tight around him and she cries out in orgasmic delight. For a moment, they are entwined; Lady Tremaine feeling the hot spurts of cum against her insides while reveling in the victory of claiming not only his step-son's inheritance but also his seed.

Her lips part as he presses his lips against hers, and she can't help but return the kiss with equal passion. For a moment, she almost forgets about her plan to claim what rightfully belongs to her. Then the memory of his cock throbbing inside her hits home, reminding her that this was just another tool in her arsenal for securing her power and wealth. As he pulls away from the kiss, her eyes lock onto his, filled with a mixture of love, hate, and triumph. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she whispers, "Now... show me those papers."

Her heart racing with excitement, she takes the papers and carefully unfolds them. There they are - the will of her husband in all its glory. A slow, sinister smile spreads across her face as she reads over each line, committing it to memory. "So this is how you planned on leaving everything to him," she says coolly, her voice dripping with venom. "Well, I think we can find a way to change that..."

With renewed vigor, Lady Tremaine begins searching for any loopholes or mistakes in the document that might give her an edge in their battle over inheritance. It is going to be a long and arduous process, but she knows that if anyone can outsmart her step-son, it's her.