Lucen never let up. Even after Arwen's body convulsed around his cock, he kept pounding her, fucking her through the aftershocks, never giving her a chance to come down. Her moans grew wild, teary, hips rolling desperately, body begging for more.
Suddenly, footsteps crunched across the gravel, quick and light.
Lucen's eyes flicked up—Lumi, clutching a basket, was coming back to the grounds. Her head turned, searching the open space.
He pulled Arwen upright against his chest, one hand flying up to clamp over her mouth, muffling her cries. Her eyes went wide with panic, heart pounding so hard he could feel it through her back.
Lucen hissed in her ear, voice barely more than a breath, hot and ruthless.
"If you make a sound, she'll find us. Is that what you want? For Lumi to see her noble Marquess being fucked and used by her own son?"
He didn't wait for her answer. He bent her back over, legs trembling, and slammed into her even harder—deeper, faster, his hand never leaving her mouth.
Slap—slap—slap—
Wet, filthy, loud enough that Arwen's brain screamed for her to be quiet, even as her pussy squeezed him with frantic need.
Lumi called out in the distance, voice curious, innocent.
"Young Master? Lady Arwen? Are you here…?"
Arwen's whole body shook, eyes wide and pleading, shame and ecstasy twisting inside her as Lucen drove her straight to the edge again.
He grinned, thrusting even harder, whispering, "You like this, don't you? Knowing she's just a few steps away, that she could see you like this—ruined, dripping, full of my cock…"
Arwen's climax tore through her, body locking up, a high, broken sob muffled by Lucen's hand as she gushed around him again, soaking them both, her body surrendering completely.
Lucen kept going, riding her through every shudder, his own release building, hungry for that last push.
Lumi wandered closer, just out of sight, humming softly, then finally turned away, never finding them—but the danger, the risk, the wild shame only made Arwen cum even harder, her body helpless in his arms.
Lucen held Arwen close, feeling her collapse in his arms, soaked and boneless, her body still quivering from the back-to-back orgasms. His own control barely held, every muscle tight, cock still throbbing deep inside her, but his mind was somewhere else—pulled by the sharp chime of the system.
[Corruption: 50/100]
[New Skill Available – Select One]
Lucen's eyes widened a little. Fifty? Just like that—halfway to total corruption. He could barely believe it. All those years, Arwen had needed focus, sacrifice, endless practice just to shape her rare magic. And now, he could just… take it, every time she surrendered a little more.
This system really is a cheat. If I reach 100…
He opened the new skill selection, already seeing Light Sword Manifestation greyed out—his to keep. The rest gleamed in his mind's eye, just waiting to be claimed:
[Arwen's Available Skills]
Blessing of Restoration:
Advanced healing magic. Restores severe wounds, purifies poisons, rapidly recovers stamina and mana.
Radiant Shield:
Summon a barrier of solid light—blocks both physical and magical attacks. Duration and strength scale with user's mana.
Sacred Bindings:
Conjure bands of light to restrain, paralyze, or bind targets. The stronger the will, the harder to break free.
Aura of Command:
Passive skill. Bolsters presence, raises morale of allies, weakens enemies nearby. Causes those of lower will to instinctively obey or submit.
He could just take any one of these… and at 100, do it again?
A chill of greed and excitement ran through him. Most mages in the world would kill just for a chance at a single one.
And now, with his system, they were his for the taking.
He glanced down at Arwen—her body limp, face flushed, breath coming in tiny gasps. She'd given him everything.
And the world had no idea what was coming.
Lucen didn't even hesitate—he tapped on Blessing of Restoration in the system, feeling the surge of magic settle into his core, warm and golden.
A true healing spell. Not just stamina and mana from sex, but the power to knit flesh, banish pain, restore strength like he'd never even been hurt. He was about to become a monster—not just in bed, but in training, battle, and survival.
He let the rush settle as he looked down at Arwen, sprawled limp on the ground. Her clothes were torn, breasts exposed, body painted with sweat and grass stains, thighs still trembling from how hard he'd fucked her. She tried to catch her breath, legs refusing to work, and her cheeks glowed with the flush of orgasm and wild, dangerous love.
"Ah, shit…" Lucen muttered, glancing around. If anyone saw this, he'd have a hell of a time explaining.
He knelt, sliding an arm beneath her back and another under her knees. With a grunt—she was taller, heavier than she looked—he lifted her bridal-style, careful not to jostle her too much.
"Lucen—" she whispered, half-protest, half-melted, "what are you—?"
He pressed a quick kiss to her temple. "You're in no shape to walk, Mother. I got you."
He tried to make it sound sweet, but honestly, he was just as flustered as she was—adrenaline and afterglow still mixing in his blood.
He crept across the estate grounds, ducking behind hedges, keeping to the shadows until he made it to a side entrance. No one spotted them—somehow. He kicked his bedroom door open with his foot and eased her down onto his bed.
Her eyes fluttered open, half-shy, half-devoted, still not quite believing what they'd just done.
Lucen couldn't help but grin.
If this was what it meant to get stronger—he'd never back down again.
Arwen barely had time to catch her breath, sitting on the edge of Lucen's bed, her body already knitting itself back together thanks to the Blessing of Restoration—the same magic that let her keep up with his endless, tireless fucking. She pulled her shirt together, cheeks still red as she tried to scold him, voice low and shaky.
"That was… too risky, Lucen. What if Lumi had actually—"
Before she could finish, Lucen stepped in close, his cock already hard again—thick, heavy, flushed from what they'd just done. He pressed it right against her lips, not rough but firm, cutting her off mid-sentence.
Her eyes widened in surprise, words dying on her tongue as she felt the heat of him against her mouth, the unmistakable invitation—no, demand—for her to open up and take him again.
She flushed deeper, but didn't pull away.
Instead, she let her lips part, welcoming him in, her tongue sliding out to taste him, to clean away the evidence of their wild, filthy act outside. Lucen's hand found the back of her head, fingers weaving into her hair as he fed her more, deeper, the thick shaft stretching her lips wide.
He groaned, a low, content sound, feeling her tongue work him over, her throat relaxing as she took him further.
She didn't need scolding or words. Not now.
She needed to be claimed, again and again, until she forgot why she ever doubted it.
He let his head fall back, hips rocking gently, every nerve alight as his mother obediently cleaned him, eyes fluttering shut, any thought of shame or risk lost in the moment.
Arwen's lips stretched wide around Lucen's cock, spit already slicking the shaft as he pressed deeper, her tongue swirling beneath the thick head. He didn't hold back—he wanted it messy, and she gave in, letting him push her further, letting her jaw ache, her eyes watering as he filled her mouth.
Schlk—schlk—glrk—glrk—slrp—
The sounds were loud, shameless, echoing in the quiet of his room. Her spit dripped down her chin, pooling at the corners of her lips, smeared across his cock with every thrust. She tried to swallow, to keep up, but he fed her more, making her drool even more, letting the mess run down her hand and wrist.
Arwen moaned around him, breath hot and desperate, every gag sending fresh tears streaking down her cheeks. Lucen's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her, encouraging her to take all of him—deeper, messier, sloppier. Her tongue worked frantically, trying to please him, wanting to make him proud.
Glrk—slrk—slrp—
She pulled back, panting, gasping for air, spit stringing between her lips and his cock. She dove back down, taking him again, eager, needy, swallowing every drop of his taste and her own. Her cheeks hollowed, jaw sore, her head bobbing faster, louder, until the sound was all Lucen could hear.
The mess only turned him on more—his cock throbbing, hips flexing, every inch of him worshiped by her mouth.
He groaned, fucking her mouth just a little rougher, the sloppy noises filling the room, his mother's moans mixing with the wet, filthy sounds until he was right at the edge.
Lucen gripped Arwen's hair, guiding her head up and down his shaft, fucking her mouth just a little rougher now, each movement messier, wetter, more desperate than before. His cock was thick and twitching in her throat, spit and pre-cum smeared everywhere. She had to pull back for air, panting, eyes wild and glassy, tears still streaking her cheeks.
She looked up at him, mouth open, lips glossy with drool and need.
"Lucen, please… let me have it—please, I want your cum, let me taste you…"
Her voice was broken, pleading, utterly addicted to his taste. She licked up the spit and pre-cum from his shaft, her tongue circling the head, kissing it, whispering again—
"Please, darling… I need it in my mouth, I want to swallow it all. Give it to me. I love the taste… please—please, Lucen…"
Her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking the base as she bobbed her head again, moaning, her whole body trembling with need. Lucen could feel her hunger in every movement, every sound, every desperate gasp for breath.
He groaned, letting go, hips flexing, driving his cock deep between her lips one last time.
"Open wide for me, Mother—take it, take all of it—"
He buried himself in her mouth, feeling her throat tighten, her tongue swirling, and with a guttural groan he spilled hot, thick spurts of cum straight down her throat.
Guhh—mmph—slrk—slurp—
Arwen moaned as she swallowed, gulping greedily, her tongue working desperately to taste every drop. It was even sweeter and richer than before—her eyes rolled back, body shuddering, a blissful, lewd look on her face as she drank every bit of him.
She pulled back, gasping, licking her lips, chasing the last drops from his cock and her chin, savoring the taste like a forbidden treat.
"Oh gods… it's so good, Lucen… I need more—"
She licked him clean, not wasting a single drop, her eyes begging for more, cheeks flushed with pure, helpless addiction.
Lucen smiled, running his hand through her hair, pride and lust and satisfaction mingling in his eyes.
Lucen was still catching his breath, a lazy grin on his face as Arwen licked him clean, her tongue slow and greedy. He didn't even have time to pull her up for a kiss before she suddenly pushed him back onto the bed, surprising him with strength and hunger.
Her golden hair spilled around her face, eyes wild with lust, mouth still slick with his cum as she climbed on top, straddling his waist.
She gripped his cock, still half-hard, still wet, and lined him up with her soaked entrance. She locked eyes with him, voice sultry and full of wicked promise.
"You think you can just use my mouth and leave me hungry, darling?" Arwen whispered, rolling her hips, letting the head of his cock rub against her folds. "No—tonight, I'm not letting you rest. I need all of you inside. I want to feel you—every inch, every thrust, until I'm dripping with you again."
She didn't wait for permission—she pressed down, taking him in with a long, slow moan, her walls hugging him tight, milking every inch as she sank down.
"Ah—gods, you fill me up so much…"
She started riding him, slow at first—rocking her hips, her ass clapping against his thighs with every bounce.
Thwack—smack—slap—clap—
The sounds were filthy, wet, echoing in the room. Each bounce grew a little rougher, a little more frantic. Her breasts jiggled with every movement, sweat running down her neck, golden hair flying as she rode him harder.
"More—give me more," she groaned, grinding down, nails digging into his chest. "You like it, don't you? Watching your own mother's ass clapping on your cock? You love it when I ride you like a whore—slapping, bouncing, using you for all you're worth…"
Clap—smack—slap—plap—plap—
Her ass crashed down on him, skin meeting skin, the wet sounds getting louder as she grew wilder. She leaned forward, letting her hair fall across his face, breath hot on his cheek.
"Tell me how much you love it, Lucen," she panted, slamming her hips down, making the clap ring out. "Tell me you want me to keep going."
Lucen groaned, hips thrusting up to meet her, hands grabbing her ass, squeezing, spreading her cheeks wider so he could watch every filthy bounce, every wet, sticky impact.
Smack—smack—slap—schlk—plap—plap—plap—
She rode him faster, her body shaking, eyes rolling back, their voices and the sound of their bodies filling the room. The bed creaked, the headboard tapping the wall with every wild, lewd movement.
Neither of them could tell where pleasure ended.