Her hand moved slowly along the thick, twitching shape under the robe, fingers curling around it just enough to feel the full weight in her palm.
And then it really sank in.
This… this isn't normal.
Her fingers trembled slightly.
She'd touched a man before.. Her late husband, Cullen—strong, fierce, legendary in war… but what she was holding now made even his memory feel small. Ridiculous, even.
This… was something else entirely.
She glanced down again.
Her hand barely covered it. The length of it stretched far past where she was holding, and the girth—thick, heavy, her fingers not even meeting fully around the base. The shape curved slightly upward under the silk, still hidden, but the size was impossible to ignore.
He's not even fully hard yet…
She swallowed hard.
And Cullen… Cullen was never like this.
Not even close.
She remembered how he felt in her hands. How he looked at her when she touched him in the dark. Her husband had been a man of the blade, proud, sharp, but not even comparable to this.
Her thumb moved over the head—broad, swollen, shaped so visibly beneath the soaked robe.
It jumped in her hand.
Lucen let out a low exhale.
"Ah…"
Soft groan from his throat—not pained, not forced—real, thick with pleasure—sent something crawling through her spine. A shiver she didn't expect. Her thighs pressed slightly together where she knelt.
Her hand kept stroking him. Slow. Repeating the motion like it was a habit. Back and forth, from base to tip, fingers molding to the shape.
"…Sweetheart," she breathed, barely audible. "You… really grew so much…"
She didn't even know she was saying it out loud.
Her thumb brushed the tip again, then back down.
Still through the robe, still pretending—but even she wasn't sure what she was pretending anymore.
Her hand slipped beneath the robe.
No more cloth in the way.
Her fingers brushed against bare skin—warm, smooth, and then—
"…Oh…"
The weight dropped fully into her palm.
It was hot. Heavy. Alive.
She wrapped her hand around the shaft slowly, her breath catching as her skin made full contact. The thickness filled her grip completely—hard, flushed, veined—and she could feel the faint throb against her fingers with every beat of his heart.
Lucen leaned toward her, silent at first, then let out a soft groan—low and close—right into her ear.
"Mmnh…"
She flinched, his voice landing warm on her neck. His breath brushed her skin. It made her hand tighten around him, her fingers sliding instinctively along the length. He was so close now, leaning into her body, letting her stroke him without shame.
His head rested lightly on her shoulder. The soft fall of his golden hair against her collar. The robe slipped lower, but she didn't notice.
All she could feel now was him.
Her hand moved again—slow at first, then with a little more rhythm. Long strokes, base to tip, her palm cupping slightly at the head before sliding down again. The wet heat of him slick against her skin now, natural and leaking.
Lucen let out another sound. This one longer.
"Haaah…"
It rolled into her ear, deeper this time. His voice warmer. Needier.
And her body responded.
She shifted her knees, her thighs pressing tight. Her other hand landed on his chest, steadying herself as she stroked him. She didn't speak. Her lips were parted, eyes slightly glazed, cheeks flushed pink.
Her hand picked up pace, fingers curling just a little tighter, the soft slide of skin filling the quiet of the room—shhlk… shhlk… shhlk…
Lucen's head dropped against her neck, his breath heavier now.
"M-Mother…"
His voice trembled against her throat.
She gasped softly, her wrist twitching. Her stroking slowed, unsure—but his hand covered hers, fingers pressing gently over her knuckles.
"Don't stop," he whispered, voice husky. "Please…"
She shivered.
Her hand resumed.
Faster now.
Slick sounds filled the space between their bodies.
Shhlk… shhlk… shhlk…
Lucen's hips shifted slightly, just enough to thrust into her hand. His cock pulsed in her grip, heavier than before, twitching again with every stroke.
His breathing sharpened.
Her hand didn't pause. She just kept moving. Focused. Mind somewhere else entirely now.
And then—
He tensed.
His body went stiff, jaw tight, breath caught in his throat.
"Haah—ah… I'm…"
His cock jumped hard in her hand, thick veins pulsing as his body shuddered—
He was about to come.
Lucen's breath hitched. His whole body tensed.
His cock throbbed hard in her hand—veins swelling, head flushed deep and slick—his hips twitching once, then again, as the pressure reached its breaking point.
And then—
"Ah—!"
With a choked gasp against her neck, he came.
Thick, hot spurts pulsed from his tip—heavy, forceful, wet.
The first one shot straight up, hitting her wrist, then her dress just under her chest. She gasped, pulling back slightly, but her hand didn't let go. The second pulse splattered across her palm, thick and sticky, and the third landed lower, streaking across her belly where the fabric dipped at her waist.
It didn't stop at one or two.
It kept coming.
Each release was strong, hot, and heavy—ropes of cum spilling over her fingers, leaking between them, dripping from the base of his shaft and smearing across her skin. Her hand was soaked. The mess spread fast, warm and sticky across her palm, wrist, and sleeve.
"Oh my—Lucen—" she whispered, breathless, staring down at the sheer volume of it.
Her mouth parted slightly, stunned.
She'd been with a man before. Her husband. She knew what release felt like. What it looked like.
But this—
This wasn't normal.
The heat. The weight. The amount. It radiated over her skin like it came from something deeper than just arousal. Every twitch of his cock in her hand brought more of it—roping out over her knuckles, dripping onto his own stomach, soaking into the sheets under them.
He groaned low, his head still pressed to her shoulder, chest rising and falling with heavy breath.
Her hand stayed where it was.
Still wrapped around him, covered in it.
The warmth of it pulsing through her palm.
She blinked, swallowing hard.
"…That was…"
But she didn't finish the sentence.
She just stared at her hand. The mess. The heat.
And something else stirred deep in her chest that she didn't quite want to name.
[System Notification]
♥ Desire +10
[Lady Arwen — Affection: 99/100 | Desire: 73/100]
[QUEST COMPLETE – First Contact]
+4% Incubus Bloodline Awakening
New Title Unlocked: Mommy's Boy (Active)
(Charm +20% toward women 10+ years older)
The screen blinked out again, fading quietly into the air as Lucen leaned softly into her side.
Arwen sat still.
The warmth still clung to her skin. Thick. Sticky. Her hand trembled faintly as she looked down at it—at the mess covering her palm, wrist, and even the front of her dress.
Her heart was pounding in her chest.
Reality hit her in pieces. Not all at once. Not like a slap. But like cold water soaking through thin clothes. And yet—even with the clarity returning, even as her mind screamed this was wrong…
Something inside her didn't flinch.
It had already started.
She looked at him.
At his body—relaxed, flushed, breathing soft.
At the way his cock still rested against his stomach, half-hard, glistening with release.
At her own hand, now slowly wiping up the thick trails coating his lower stomach and thighs.
Her voice broke slightly as she whispered, "Such a sinful thing…"
She took the towel she'd brought earlier and began cleaning. Gently. Her hand swept slowly along his skin, fingers brushing places they didn't need to, gathering every drop with a kind of quiet devotion that didn't look like shame. If anything… it looked like care.
She swallowed, lips trembling.
But she kept going.
She wiped the head of his cock last—soft strokes, eyes flicking up once toward his face.
He was looking at her.
Sweetly.
Innocently.
His expression was calm, soft, eyes half-lidded like a lazy kitten basking in attention. And when she dabbed too firmly at a spot just beneath the tip, he gave the smallest, breathy sigh.
"Mmh…"
Then he looked at her and smiled, voice light.
"Thank you, Mother… it feels much better now."
Her breath caught.
Her hands stopped.
He nodded slowly, still resting against her. That smile never leaving his lips.
Obedient. Lovely. Grateful.
Too grateful.
She looked down again at the towel, now soaked in thick white streaks. Then back to her hand.
And something in her chest tightened—not in fear. In hunger.
No, she told herself. No, I just… he's recovering. He needed this. It was… it was a release. A natural need. That's all.
She held onto that thought.
Gripping it like a rope in a storm.
Even as her fingers brushed his thigh one last time.
Even as her heart whispered it wasn't going to be the last.
Arwen leaned in slowly, her hand brushing his cheek with tender fingers. Then, just above his brow, she pressed a kiss—soft, lingering.
"Rest now, sweetheart," she whispered. Her voice was calm again, but quiet. Almost shaky. "You've only just woken up. We still don't know if your condition might return. Let's not take chances."
Lucen nodded, giving her that gentle, warm smile again—the one that made him look far too sweet to be the boy she'd just jerked off into a towel.
"Alright, Mother," he said softly. "I'll stay in bed."
She brushed her fingers through his hair once, then stood slowly.
The mess was gone. His robe was pulled up again, loosely covering his hips. But her eyes lingered just a second too long before she finally turned away.
And then she left.
The door clicked shut behind her.
Lucen waited a few seconds, then let out a slow breath.
His hand moved lazily across his chest, and he exhaled through a smirk.
"…She's gone."
He blinked, and the system panel flickered up again.
Mentally, he asked: What happens when someone's Desire hits 100?
The response came immediately.
[SYSTEM RESPONSE]
When a target reaches 100/100 Desire, the Host becomes eligible to:
• Engage in sexual intercourse and establish a partner bond.
• Permanently unlock the partner's full Status Panel, including stats, affinity, and physical condition.
• Gain one ability, trait, or affinity from the bonded partner.
⚠ Note: Desire may decrease over time if left unfulfilled.
⚠ Masturbation by the target will reduce Desire directly proportional to the intensity of release.
Partner bond becomes exclusive after first full sexual act unless broken by system-authorized commands.
Lucen stared at the panel a second longer, then clicked it away.
He stretched lightly, feeling the faint soreness in his hips from earlier tension. But otherwise? He felt amazing. Light. Charged. Like something deeper in his body had shifted, cracked open, and started humming for more.
This was just the beginning.