Arwen lay on her side, taller than Lucen by a few inches, her long legs stretching toward the edge of the bed. His arm wrapped around her middle, his face pressed against the back of her neck.
He hugged her close, pulling her back until there was no space left between them.
She could feel the heat radiating off him—his breath warm against her skin, his chest rising and falling quick and close. But more than that, she felt it. The hard shape of his cock pressing right against the small of her back, thick and hot through the thin blanket and her gown.
She sucked in a breath, trying not to shiver.
Lucen's hand tightened on her waist, fingertips grazing the smooth curve of her stomach, inching higher, then lower again.
Her heart thudded, heavy and wild, every beat echoing between her legs.
She didn't say a word.
She didn't have to.
He pressed his hips forward just a little, letting her feel him—hard, needy, unmistakable.
She couldn't help it; her body pressed back against him, hips shifting to meet his.
The air between them buzzed, thick and electric.
Lucen's voice was small, almost wounded.
"Mother… why are you facing away from me? Don't you want to hug me?"
He let the words hang, his tone soft, a little hurt—enough to slip past every barrier she had left.
Arwen's heart twisted. She could face any hardship, walk through hell for Lucen—but this? Hearing even a hint of sadness from him? It cut deeper than any sword.
She swallowed, breath shaky.
In her head, she tried to reason—If I turn around, I won't sleep a wink. If I hold him, I might lose myself. But how could I say no to him?
Slowly, she shifted under the blanket, rolling onto her other side. Her eyes met his in the moonlight—wide, searching, vulnerable.
She lifted her arm, inviting him closer, her body open and exposed under the thin nightgown.
Lucen slid forward, burying himself in her arms, pressing his face into her chest. He wrapped both arms around her, holding tight, not letting go.
Arwen pulled him close, holding him as if nothing else in the world mattered.
"Of course I want to hug you, Lucen," she whispered, voice trembling with love and something heavier, darker.
She stroked his hair, her hand gentle, but her heart pounding hard enough for him to feel.
Neither of them moved to let go.
Lucen burrowed closer, letting his face nuzzle right up against her chest, his nose and lips pressing against the soft curve of her tits through the thin, sweat-damp nightgown.
He took a deep, slow breath in, his voice muffled against her skin.
"You smell really nice, Mother… I missed this."
His words vibrated against her flesh, making her body quiver.
Arwen's breath hitched, a jolt of shock running through her.
"Lucen—" she started, voice unsteady, "that's… I—"
Her words faltered as he pulled her in even tighter, his arm slipping lower, palm resting just above her hips, fingers splaying wide and possessive.
She tried to find her composure.
"Darling, you're… you're getting too big for this, you know," she whispered, but her voice didn't carry any real resistance. Her hand stroked his hair, trembling.
Still, she felt herself melting, letting his warmth sink in, letting the moment pull her further in than she ever meant to go.
Her nipples hardened under the thin fabric, so close to his lips she wondered if he could feel them.
She swallowed, heart racing, her whole body tense but unwilling to pull away.
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Thirty minutes crawled by in silence.
Lucen stayed tucked in her arms, his face still nuzzled at her tits, his breathing slow and even. Anyone would think he was deep asleep.
Arwen wasn't fooled.
But even if she was, it wouldn't matter—her mind was a wreck. She stared at the ceiling, heart pounding so loud it drowned out every rational thought. Her chest ached, nipples hard and sensitive under the thin gown, Lucen's breath washing over them again and again.
She tried to reason, to make sense of what she was feeling. Every time she got close, Lucen shifted a little, his lips brushing her skin, his arm holding her tighter, his body radiating heat into her core.
It's just a hug. It's just comfort. It's just—
Her brain shut down.
She couldn't take it anymore.
Argh—fuck reason. Just this once.
Her hand drifted down Lucen's side, fingers trembling as they traced the line of his waist, the subtle dip above his hip.
Her other hand let go of his back and slid down her own body, slow and clumsy, until it slipped under the hem of her nightgown.
She pressed her palm between her thighs.
She was already soaked.
Her breath stuttered, her hips giving the tiniest involuntary roll.
Lucen's body pressed closer.
She bit her lip, eyes fluttering closed, letting her fingers slide lower, spreading her folds, touching herself as quietly as she could.
Her other hand squeezed his side—needing him close, needing something to anchor her as her self-control dissolved.
She didn't dare move too fast, but her hand couldn't stay still. Each small, trembling circle of her fingers sent a jolt through her thighs, heat pulsing up her spine. Her skin tingled, nerves stretched thin.
She clung to Lucen's side, her face pressed to the crown of his head. She inhaled—slow and deep—taking in the clean, boyish scent of his hair, the faint trace of sweat, and the warm softness of his skin.
Gods, how can he smell this good?
Every breath filled her with more longing, made her stomach twist, made her thighs press tighter around her hand.
Lucen's body was smaller than hers now, but there was nothing childish about the way he held her. His arms were locked tight around her waist. His hand gripped her hip like he never wanted to let go. She felt the hardness still pressed against her belly, even through the blankets. The weight of it, the warmth, made her ache with need.
Her fingers slid through her slick folds, slow and careful, trying to be silent—trying not to give herself away. But every movement sent a shiver through her. She bit her lip, cheeks burning.
Just a little more. Just to take the edge off. He'll never know…
She let her middle finger slide in, knuckle-deep, her thumb circling her clit in slow, trembling loops. Her hips pressed forward, grinding into her own palm, desperate for more friction but terrified of waking him.
Lucen shifted against her, his nose brushing the top of her breast, breath fanning hot against her nipple through the gown. She stilled, heart hammering in her chest.
He didn't move again. Still asleep, she told herself.
She let her hand drift up his body, feeling the slope of his back, the softness of his waist, the tension in his small, lean muscles. She stroked his side, let her fingers linger, feeling the sharp lines of his ribs, the dip of his belly. Her thumb brushed along his skin, feeling every detail as if memorizing him.
Her other hand never stopped.
Wetness coated her palm, her fingers moving faster now, hips rolling in slow, tiny circles. She pressed her nose deeper into his hair, muffling a soft, broken moan.
He smells so good… why do I want him like this? Why does it feel so right?
Her body tightened, pleasure rolling through her in growing waves. Every time she squeezed her thighs, every time her fingers brushed over her clit, her body trembled.
She imagined him waking up, seeing her, pressing his hand over hers, pushing inside her—claiming her right here, finally, the way she'd dreamed every night since he woke.
She rocked her hips a little harder, barely biting back a whimper.
Don't wake up. Please don't wake up… but oh goddess, what if you do…
Her breath was coming faster now. Her whole body tensed.
She felt the pleasure peaking, heat building, heartbeat wild.
She squeezed Lucen to her, forehead pressed to his hair, biting down on her lip so hard she thought she might bleed.
Her body spasmed, pleasure crashing through her in silent waves.
She didn't dare make a sound.
She just held him, scenting him, using him as her anchor, as her only escape from the storm in her head.
Lucen could feel it now—her whole body tightening against his, thighs clenching, breath shallow and ragged. She was close, right on the edge, her body trembling in his arms.
He'd waited long enough.
As her pleasure built, Lucen shifted, just slightly—nose brushing up, burying itself right against her hard, aching nipple through the thin nightgown. He let his lips graze her softly, pressing in just enough to let her feel it.
Arwen jerked, her body jolting hard, a shudder rolling through her from head to toe. Her hand froze between her thighs, soaked and trembling.
He let out a sleepy, confused sound, pretending to just wake up.
"…Mmm… Mother…?"
He blinked slowly, looking up at her through the dark, his nose still pressed to her breast.
She froze, heart pounding, panic and pleasure crashing together in her head.
"I… I… darling, I… I thought you were asleep…"
Lucen blinked again, playing the innocent.
"Are you okay? Why are you shaking so much…?"
He let his hand slip a little lower on her back, thumb stroking the bare skin above her hips, feeling every aftershock run through her.
Her cheeks burned, her lips parted, words dying in her throat.
Lucen looked up at her, eyes wide, face the picture of sweet concern—but behind it, heat burned.
He pressed in closer, letting her feel everything—his cock, his need, his intent.
"Did you have a nightmare…?" he whispered, his voice soft, but just a little too knowing.
He watched her, waiting for her to fall apart or give in completely.
Arwen's hand didn't stop.
She tried to steady her breath, tried to come up with a lie, but her fingers just kept moving, slick and fast between her thighs. Her cheeks were flushed, sweat running down her neck and chest.
Lucen pressed closer, his nose still nuzzling at her breast.
"Why are you sweating so much, Mother?" His tone was soft, falsely concerned, dripping with intent. "Must be the blanket…"
Before she could say a word, he grabbed the blanket and whipped it off, tossing it aside.
Cool air rushed over her exposed body.
Her nightgown was hitched up around her hips, one hand still buried between her legs, the other locked around his shoulders. Her thighs were glistening in the moonlight, her fingers slick and moving, soaked in her own arousal.
She froze.
Her whole body locked up in shock—face burning red, eyes wide, chest heaving as she stared at him, caught in the act.
She tried to pull her hand away, but her body wouldn't listen.
She was shaking, breathless, desperate.
"Lucen… I—I can explain—"
But her hand stayed right where it was, her whole body betraying her.
Lucen just smiled, eyes dark and hungry.