"Sit straight," Arwen said softly, moving behind him. "Shoulders relaxed. Back aligned."
Lucen followed her instructions, shifting into position as she placed her hands lightly on his sides—guiding his posture with gentle, practiced movements.
"Now breathe," she continued. "In through your nose. Slow. Deep. Let it fill your stomach."
He inhaled.
Her voice stayed low, soft near his ear.
"Good. Now exhale slowly. Don't push. Just… release."
She kept her hands at his sides, steady, helping him feel the rhythm.
"This is how you start sensing internal flow," she said. "Mana doesn't respond to force. You have to give it space."
Lucen closed his eyes, focusing. Trying to.
"Once you feel it—like a slow current, or heat just under your skin—that's when you guide it. Not all at once. Just a thread."
She moved one hand slightly up his back.
"To form a Circle, you draw that thread into your core and shape it. Carefully. Piece by piece. The more Circles you build, the more mana you'll need. But rushing it, building it wrong, stuffing in more energy than the structure can handle…"
She paused.
"That damages the body."
Lucen's eyes blinked open.
Body.
Right. She just had to say that word while she was this close.
His head tilted slightly—eyes drifting down.
Her curves were right there. Close. Perfectly framed by her robe as she knelt behind him, leaning forward slightly as she spoke. The soft weight of her chest pressed just enough against his back when she adjusted her hand. The dip of her waist. The shape of her thighs as the gown folded along them.
Focus, dumbass, he told himself.
But his eyes didn't move.
How the hell am I supposed to focus on mana when she looks like that?
She kept talking—completely unaware.
Or maybe not.
Hard to say.
But his breathing was shallow.
Unfocused.
Arwen noticed immediately.
She shifted closer behind him, gown rustling softly as her knees slid into place on either side of him. Her chest nearly pressed to his back now, her hand reaching forward and resting just below his navel.
"Here," she said gently, fingers spreading across the center of his core. "This is where you'll gather it. Feel for the warmth there."
Her other hand slid around to his lower back, applying soft pressure.
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She didn't notice.
She was too focused, too calm—her voice still steady as she guided his breathing, as if this was just another lesson.
"Don't force it. Let it flow into your center. Pull from your limbs. Focus on the shape."
Her fingers brushed a little lower, tracing just along the line of his lower abdomen.
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Lucen's core did start to respond. He could feel the warmth now—just a faint thread—but also something else.
The heat of her palm against his stomach. The sound of her breathing near his ear. The way her body moved slightly with every instruction, soft pressure against his back.
"Good…" she whispered, her tone softer now. "That's it."
Another small shift.
Her chest pressed just a little closer.
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Lucen kept his face calm.
Hours passed.
The sunlight in the training chamber shifted across the floor, fading from gold to pale white as the day stretched on.
Lucen stayed seated the whole time, body still, mind trying to drown out both the rising heat in his gut and the slow, rhythmic voice behind him.
He wasn't sure what was harder—circling his mana, or keeping himself under control with Arwen's hands gliding across his stomach every few minutes.
Her voice. Her warmth. Her chest brushing him when she adjusted his posture. Again. And again.
But he focused.
And finally—
It clicked.
A rush of heat flooded to his center. Smooth. Clear. No backlash. No flicker.
Stable.
His breathing slowed. His fingers twitched once. And then the glow of mana around him pulsed steady and soft—his first Circle, no longer trembling, no longer fighting him.
He opened his eyes.
"I did it."
Arwen's eyes widened from behind him. She leaned forward quickly, hands finding his shoulders.
"You—! Lucen, you did it!"
He nodded, breath still a little uneven.
She let out a small, joyful laugh—then wrapped her arms around him from behind, pulling him into a full hug.
"You genius, you absolute—! Gods, I knew you had it in you!"
Her arms squeezed tighter. Her body pressing to his back, warmth surrounding him. Her cheek brushed against his shoulder.
He smiled slightly, letting himself relax into it.
Then—
She froze.
Just slightly.
Her body tensed a bit at the waist.
Lucen didn't say anything.
But they both felt it.
Pressed between them—rising just enough.
A clear shape under the folds of his robe.
Her breath hitched—just barely.
And in her mind, another image flashed uninvited.
The memory from last night hit like a slap, even though her face didn't change.
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She didn't pull away.
Not yet.
But her arms loosened slowly.
Her voice dropped into something softer.
"…You really are growing up," she whispered.
"…Yeah," he said. "Guess I am."
Lucen leaned back into her arms just a little more.
He turned his head slightly, resting it near her shoulder, voice low and soft.
"…Thanks, Mother. I wouldn't have gotten it without you."
His arms lightly wrapped around hers, like he didn't want the hug to end.
She looked down at him, eyes softening again.
Her heart swelled.
That voice. That closeness. The way he clung to her like a child who finally felt safe again.
Her smile returned—quiet, full.
"I'm so proud of you," she whispered. "You worked so hard."
She held him again, a little tighter this time, chin resting lightly against his hair.
And for a moment, there was nothing else in the room.
Just the two of them.
Quiet. Warm. Closer than they should be.
And neither one pulled away.
Lucen shifted closer, his body almost melting into hers.
His lips brushed near her ear, voice barely above a whisper.
"Mother… could you… help me again? Like yesterday?"
He swallowed hard, cheeks flushing faintly, eyes avoiding hers.
"I tried… but it doesn't feel the same when I do it myself."
Arwen stiffened for a heartbeat.
Her breath caught.
She hesitated, fingers tightening slightly on his arms.
But slowly, almost reluctantly, she nodded.
"Alright, dear… I'll help you."
Lucen's heart raced as relief flooded through him.
Then, just as she began to move, a soft chime echoed in his mind.
[New Quest Received]
Quest: Receive your first oral from your mother.
Reward: +6% Incubus Bloodline Awakening
New Passive Skill Unlocked: Siren's Gaze
(Host's eyes become irresistibly captivating during intimate moments, increasing partner's desire gain.)
Status: Optional
Lucen blinked, eyes wide.
Arwen shifted again, moving to kneel in front of him—just like before.
The air between them was thick. Warm from the training. Warmer now for reasons that had nothing to do with magic.
Lucen unfastened his belt without a word.
She hesitated for a second.
But when he leaned back and whispered, "Please… like yesterday," she moved.
Her hands reached forward.
Shaky. Careful.
She wrapped her fingers around him, pulling him free. Her breath caught when she saw how hard he already was. Her touch returned—deliberate now. Familiar.
She began to stroke him again.
Just like before.
Arwen's hand glided over the thick shaft, her eyes watching every twitch it made in her grip. It pulsed in her hand—warm, full, leaking just enough to smear her palm.
Lucen let out a soft groan, closing his eyes.
But after a few moments, he opened them again.
"…Mother?"
She paused. Her heart jumped at how softly he said it.
He looked down at her.
Then asked, almost embarrassed, "Would it be okay if… you used your mouth this time?"
Her breath hitched.
Her eyes widened. She didn't answer right away.
He smiled gently.
"You don't have to if you don't want to. I just… I want to feel you more. That warmth."
He wasn't teasing.
His tone was soft. Nervous, even.
Arwen's heart pounded in her chest.
She looked down at his cock, swollen and waiting in her hand. Her thumb rubbed the head instinctively, smearing the wetness. Her cheeks flushed deeper.
She swallowed.
Then gave the faintest nod.
"…Okay."
Arwen leaned in closer, her hair brushing against his thighs.
She hesitated, just for a moment.
Then she let her lips touch the head—soft, barely a kiss.
Her breath trembled.
Her hand squeezed gently, holding him steady.
She parted her lips, eyes flicking up to his face one last time.
Then she closed her eyes and took him in, just a little.
Warm.
Wet.
The heat of her mouth wrapped around the tip, her tongue swirling shyly along the underside. Her lips sealed around him, slow and gentle.
Lucen's breath caught.
A shiver ran through him.
He exhaled, shaky.
His hand drifted down, fingers sliding into her hair.
"Mother…" he whispered.
Arwen slowly took more of him, careful, letting her mouth get used to the size and weight. Her tongue pressed against the sensitive ridge, her lips gliding down, then back up.
She pulled back, letting her lips pop free with a faint sound.
She licked her lips, tasting him.
Salty.
Sweet.
She blinked, cheeks flushing deeper.
But she didn't stop.
She leaned in again, this time a little bolder.
Her lips parted wider.
Her mouth slid farther down his shaft—her cheeks hollowing, tongue curling around him as she moved. The heat, the slick wetness, the gentle pressure—it all wrapped around Lucen, making him groan softly, his hand tightening in her hair.
"Ah…"
She found a rhythm, slow and steady. Down, up. Suck, swirl, release.
Every sound filled the quiet space between them.
Wet.
Hot.
Her mouth never left him.
Lucen's breath came faster, his hips rolling forward, just a little. He watched as her eyes met his, her face red, her lips stretched around him.
She didn't look away.
Didn't stop.
Only went deeper.
Her lips wrapped tight around him.
Schlk… schlk…
She slid down, slow, then up again. Her tongue traced the underside, swirling at the tip before sinking back down.
Mmnh…
Wet heat, slick and perfect. Every movement made her cheeks hollow, her jaw working just to take more of him in.
Lucen's breath grew louder, chest rising and falling.
His hand stroked her hair gently.
"Gods… Mother…"
She pulled back, letting him slide out with a soft pop.
A string of saliva clung between her lips and his shaft. She wiped it away, breath shaky, then leaned in again—lips parting, mouth sliding down.
Schlk… schlup…
She sucked harder this time, cheeks pressing tight around him.
Her tongue pressed against the head, swirling the salty-sweet taste, her eyes fluttering shut as she found a slow rhythm.
Lucen's hips rocked forward, just a little.
She moaned around him—soft and low—her mouth humming with warmth.
Nhmm…
Her fingers squeezed at the base, stroking in time with her mouth.
Wet heat. Gentle suction. The room filled with the quiet, lewd slurp and squelch of her lips working him, her breath coming quicker.
Schlk… schlup… schlurp…
Lucen's groans grew deeper, hand tightening just a little more in her hair.
His eyes fluttered shut.
He could feel himself getting close—closer with every slow, steady movement.
But Arwen never stopped.
Just kept sucking, slow and careful, her tongue flicking along the ridge, her lips sealing him in heat and velvet.
Every sound. Every breath.
Schlk… mmm… schlup…
She swallowed around him, the vibration making him twitch.
He gasped.
"Ah—Mother…"
Arwen pulled in a deep breath, her hand squeezing the base, then leaned forward again—determined.
Her lips parted wider, mouth sliding down his thick length.
Schlurk—schlk—schlk—
She tried to take more. Her tongue pressed along the underside, but his cock filled her mouth—stretching her jaw, pushing deeper than she was ready for.
Her eyes squeezed shut. She pushed down.
Gkk—gkhl—
A faint gag escaped, throat tightening around him. Her cheeks bulged, spit leaking down the sides of her mouth. She choked, but held her place, forcing herself to adjust.
Lucen groaned, his hand holding her hair back.
Her nose brushed his skin. She couldn't take him all the way, not even close, but she tried. Each time she pulled back for air, strings of spit and precum clung between her lips and the swollen, slick head.
Schlup—glk—schlk—glrk—
She gasped, drool spilling down her chin. She swallowed him again, faster now, sloppier. The air between them filled with slick, messy sounds.
Schlurp—schlk—gagkh—slrk—
Her throat tightened and she gagged again.
"Ah—Mother—fuck—"
Lucen's hips trembled. His cock throbbed, twitching against her tongue.
Her hand pumped what her mouth couldn't reach. Spit and precum mixed over her knuckles. Her moans vibrated up his shaft, sending shivers through him.
Mmnh—gkhl—slrp—slk—
Her only focus was him. Her face flushed, drool running down, her chest heaving as she breathed through her nose and tried to take him deeper every time.
He was close.
His whole body tensed, hips arching, thighs trembling, hand holding her head steady as her lips sealed tight around the base.
"Mother—gonna—"
He groaned, breathless, chest tight.
Arwen's eyes looked up at him, glassy, desperate, wanting him to let go.