Lucen couldn't hold back.
His hips bucked forward, cock throbbing hard against Arwen's tongue.
He groaned—loud, desperate.
His cum hit the back of her throat in thick, hot bursts.
Spurt—spurt—spurt—
It filled her mouth instantly. Too much, too fast. She tried to swallow, but more kept coming—sweet, creamy, rich. Not salty or bitter like she remembered from years ago. This was something else.
It tasted…
Good.
Shockingly good. Addictive.
Her eyes flew wide, cheeks burning. She moaned around him, but couldn't catch it all. His cock kept pulsing, shooting more—spilling out past her lips, dribbling down her chin, over her hand, onto her chest.
Splk—splk—glk—
She pulled back just a little, but even then, thick streams dripped from her mouth and chin.
She let out a shaky, breathless moan.
Her tongue darted out—she licked her lips, catching as much as she could, shuddering at the taste.
Her hand, sticky and messy, scooped up a fat, creamy string from her chin.
She licked her fingers clean, eyes wide, chest heaving.
"Oh… gods…"
She stared at him, cheeks flushed, lips glossy and slick.
"It's… so good…"
She sucked her fingers, collecting every drop she missed, desperate to taste it all. Her body trembled, thighs pressed tight together as she realized just how much she wanted it—how sweet, how addicting.
Her eyes met his, dazed, mouth still messy, licking up what she could from her palm and lips.
Lucen, panting, barely managed to smile.
"…You liked it?"
Arwen shivered, nodding. She didn't even try to speak—she just kept cleaning up, hungry for more.
Arwen slowly pulled back, breathing uneven.
Her cheeks were flushed deep pink, lips still wet and glistening.
She blinked a few times, still tasting the sweetness lingering on her tongue.
Her hand stayed close to her mouth, fingers lingering over the sticky skin as if reluctant to let go.
She felt warm all over—heat pooling low in her belly and rising through her chest.
Her eyes met Lucen's.
A softness bloomed there.
Not just motherly care, but something more tangled, deeper.
The room felt heavy with quiet tension.
Lucen watched her quietly, chest rising and falling.
The system chimed softly in his mind.
[Quest Complete: First Oral Received]
+6% Incubus Bloodline Awakening
New Passive Skill Activated: Siren's Gaze
(Host's eyes become irresistibly captivating during intimate moments, increasing partner's desire gain.)
[Lady Arwen — Affection: 99/100 | Desire: 100/100]
Her desire was maxed.
Lucen's lips curled into a slow smile.
Lucen's eyes stayed locked on her, thoughts wild.
He wanted to take her right there. Pin her down, fuck her until the room shook.
But this wasn't the place. Not yet.
He held back, jaw tight, watching as she cleaned herself off.
Arwen used the edge of her sleeve to wipe her chin and lips, still licking up what she could from her fingers. Her hand trembled just a bit, but she made sure not to let anything go to waste.
The taste was still on her tongue, sweet and addictive, and she found herself swallowing again just to hold onto it.
She glanced at him, cheeks burning, eyes darting away.
There was a long, shaky pause.
Arwen tried to speak—voice soft, awkward, not quite steady.
"I… I hope that was enough, darling. You… you must feel much better now, right?"
Lucen nodded, a lazy smile playing at his lips.
"Yeah… much better."
She tucked her hair behind her ear, still not meeting his gaze, hands fidgeting in her lap.
"I… um… if you ever need help again, just… let me know. But maybe… maybe next time we should… clean up first?"
She gave a nervous laugh, biting her lip.
Lucen just grinned.
"Of course, Mother."
They both lingered there, caught between the mess and the warmth, not quite ready to move on but knowing they should.
Arwen kept her gaze low, wiping at the last sticky bit on her finger. The taste lingered, swirling in her mouth. She swallowed again, nerves buzzing just beneath her skin.
She tried to steady her voice.
"If… if you ever need anything, Lucen, you can always come to me. Always, darling."
He smiled back at her, too sweet, too innocent for what had just happened.
She tried to fill the silence. "We should probably get cleaned up. Wouldn't want the staff to come looking."
Lucen just nodded, relaxed as ever, as if this was nothing more than a morning stretch.
But Arwen's thoughts spun beneath her calm face.
Goddess… how did it come to this?
She'd taken care of him since the day he was born. Fed him. Bathed him. Sat up endless nights by his bed, wishing for a miracle.
And when she got it, when he woke up again, it was like some door inside her just opened. He wasn't a little boy anymore. He was a man—her man, in a way no one else could ever be.
It should feel wrong.
But it didn't.
Not with Lucen.
For Lucen, there was nothing she wouldn't do. Nothing she wouldn't give. The world itself could fall away if it meant keeping him close, keeping him happy. She would trade anything, her crown, her name, even her soul, if he only asked.
If this is what he wants from me… so be it.
She found herself licking her lips again, chasing the taste.
Lucen watched her, quiet, thoughtful. He could almost read her now.
Then the system flickered quietly at the edge of his vision.
[Lady Arwen – Desire: 100/100]
She is ready to be claimed as a partner.
(Sexual intercourse required to complete partner bond. Rewards: Ability copy, deeper relationship tracking, new options unlocked.)
Lucen's hand brushed hers, casual.
She looked up, flustered.
He just smiled.
Neither spoke about what came next.
But both were thinking it.
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Hours had passed. The estate was silent. The moon hung high, painting sharp silver lines through Lucen's window. He sat on his bed, glass of water in hand—Lumi had brought it, her eyes still lingering a little too long on his chest before she hurried off.
He set the glass aside. Stared at the door.
He knew what the system wanted. Knew what he wanted. If he waited, Arwen's desire would drop off. She'd end up alone in her room, probably fingering herself to the memory of his cock and the taste still stuck on her tongue. He'd have to build her back up again.
He wasn't going to waste any more time.
He got up, walked straight out into the hall. Every step was quiet, careful, but he didn't hesitate. He made for her door, bare feet silent against the polished wood.
He stopped in front of her room, raised his fist, and knocked—once, heavy enough to leave no doubt.
He didn't plan to leave until he'd fucked her and claimed her for real.
Not as her son.
But as the only man she'd ever need.
Lucen knocked again, harder this time.
He called her name. "Mother? Are you in there?"
No answer.
He sighed, annoyed, jaw clenched. Maybe she'd fallen asleep. Maybe he was too late. He started to turn away—
Then her voice came from inside, shaky, out of breath.
"…L-Lucen…?"
He turned back as the door cracked open.
Arwen appeared, face flushed, hair slightly mussed, her usual white nightgown clinging to her skin—sweat beading at her neck and chest. Her eyes were wide, lips parted, cheeks pink as if she'd just run a mile.
He didn't need to guess.
She'd been touching herself. Still was, from the look of it.
She glanced at his face, trying to steady her breathing, one hand still hidden behind the door.
"Did you… need something, darling?"
He stared at her, eyes traveling slowly down her body, pausing at the way the gown stuck to her thighs.
Yeah.
He got here just in time.
Lucen looked her up and down, letting the silence drag for just a second.
He kept his voice light. Innocent.
"Were you busy, Mother?"
Arwen straightened up a little, pulling the door closer to her chest, as if to hide the heat in her cheeks—or anything else.
"N-no, darling! Not at all. I was just… reading. Couldn't sleep."
Her tone was too quick, too high. She didn't meet his eyes.
He smirked inside, knowing exactly what "reading" meant. The scent of her arousal was practically hanging in the air, sweet and heavy, almost making his cock twitch.
He put on his sweetest face, leaning on the doorframe a bit.
"I know I'm not a kid anymore, but… would it be alright if I came in? I just—"
He paused, pretending to look embarrassed, glancing down at his bare feet.
"I guess I still miss it. Sleeping together. It's… it's been a long time, and since I just woke up from everything… I just…"
Before he could even finish the excuse, Arwen stepped aside, almost too fast, nodding eagerly.
"Of course, Lucen. You don't even have to ask," she said, her words tumbling out, voice trembling with need.
"It's been so long since we've slept together… I was just thinking about that. I missed it. I missed you."
She opened the door fully, pulling it wide so he could step inside.
Lucen's eyes slid past her, taking in the room—the bed still rumpled from where she'd been laying, the nightstand drawer half-open, the faint glow of a candle on the far table. The air smelled faintly of lavender and something unmistakably aroused.
He walked past her, letting his shoulder brush her arm.
"Thanks, Mother. It means a lot."
She closed the door behind him, lingering for a moment, fingers white-knuckled on the handle.
When she turned, her eyes lingered on him—on his chest, on his mouth, on everything except his eyes.
He moved toward the bed, sitting down on the edge, patting the space beside him.
Arwen hesitated only a moment before coming to join him, the thin fabric of her gown whispering as she sat.
She tried to tuck her legs primly beneath her, but the flush on her skin and the quiver in her breath gave everything away.
They sat there in silence for a few heartbeats, the air thick with everything unsaid.
Lucen looked over, his voice soft.
"I'm glad you let me in."
She swallowed, voice even softer.
"I'm glad you came, Lucen. I really am."
He gave her a small, knowing smile.
"Me too, Mother."
Arwen moved to the bedside, turning down the covers, smoothing out the pillows. The air in the room was cool, but everything about the moment was thick and warm.
Lucen slid under the heavy blanket, stretching out, watching her as she moved around the room—her nightgown clinging to her hips, her bare legs catching the light. She crossed back to the bed, reached up, and turned off the last lamp.
The room slipped into shadow.
She slid into bed beside him, the mattress dipping as she settled close. The rustle of her gown, the faint scent of her skin, the heat of her body—he felt every detail.
She leaned in, pressing her lips to his forehead—soft, lingering, maternal and not.
"Good night, darling," she whispered, voice low and full of something she couldn't name.
Lucen turned toward her, a smile in his voice.
"Good night, Mother."
They lay side by side in the dark, the only sound their breathing
The room stayed dark, heavy with silence.
Arwen turned on her side, back facing him, her body outlined against the faintest glow from the window.
Lucen watched her in the dark. He didn't have to wonder if this would work—he knew. For anyone else, maybe he'd hesitate, maybe it would be too much. But with Arwen, love was already spilling over, filling every crack, every space. She would never deny him.
He slid closer under the blanket, the sheets whispering with every movement.
He reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her back gently against his chest. She tensed—just for a second—then melted into him, the tension in her body replaced by something softer, something eager.
He pressed his chest to her back, nuzzling close, his hand splaying wide over her stomach. She could feel his breath against her neck. His lips brushed her shoulder.
Her heart hammered in her chest, fast and wild. She didn't say a word. Didn't pull away.
Lucen tightened his hold, pulling her even closer.
His hand slid up, just under the edge of her gown, fingertips tracing the warm skin of her waist.
Her breath caught.
She didn't stop him.
Couldn't.