Inside The Closet

Lucen's hands dug into Arwen's hips as she rode him, ass clapping against his thighs, their bodies moving in wild, messy rhythm. The sounds grew louder, wetter, sweat and slick mixing everywhere. He gritted his teeth, chest heaving—he couldn't take it anymore.

With a sudden, desperate growl, he gripped her waist and flipped her beneath him, pinning her to the bed. Her eyes went wide, breath caught in her throat as he leaned over, lips close to her ear.

"Oh, you wanted to be in control?" he whispered, voice rough and dark, "No—tonight, you're mine. I'm going to show you just how filthy you can be for me, Mother."

She opened her mouth to protest, but he grabbed her legs, spreading them wide and lifting her ass. Without warning, he pressed the thick head of his cock against her tight, untouched hole—smearing spit and slick, teasing her with the fat tip.

Her eyes shot open, a gasp bursting from her lips.

"L-Lucen—ah! N-no, that hole—you can't—!"

He only grinned, spit in his hand, smeared it around her rim, and pushed harder, letting her feel the pressure, the forbidden promise.

"You said you'd do anything for me, didn't you?" he growled, giving her ass a sharp slap for good measure. "Anything. Even this. You're going to let me have every part of you, Mother—no matter how dirty, no matter how tight…"

He pressed in, slowly, giving her time to stretch around the fat head, her body tensing and shivering as he claimed her completely.

Schlk—pop—stretch—

The sounds were new—different, forbidden. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her voice wild and needy, half protest, half desperate moan.

He leaned in, biting her shoulder, voice low and commanding.

"Take it, Mother. Show me you can handle all of me. Let me own you—every hole, every inch."

Her pussy clenched and dripped, her body shaking, her voice barely a whisper—

"Lucen… yes, yes, I'll do anything for you… gods, fuck—!"

He started moving, slow but deep, stretching her open, making her feel every inch. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, the shame and shock only driving her higher.

Pop—slap—schlk—schlk—

He fucked her ass, not stopping, not giving her time to think—just making her his in every way, until she couldn't remember ever saying no.

Lucen didn't slow down, holding Arwen's wrists pinned above her head as he pressed deeper into her ass, making her take every inch. The sensation was intense, overwhelming—a wild, forbidden stretch that left her gasping, trembling, barely able to breathe.

Her legs kicked helplessly as he fucked her harder, each thrust pushing the breath out of her lungs, her voice a wild mess of moans and cries.

Schlk—pop—slap—plap—

Every motion made her tighter, her body clenching around him. He leaned down, biting her shoulder again, then licked a stripe up her neck, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.

He let go of her wrists, but before she could recover, he slid one hand down between her legs, fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles while he fucked her ass.

"Come on, Mother—cum for me just from this. Show me how dirty you really are…"

She writhed, caught between shame and pleasure, her pussy gushing with every stroke, the forbidden feeling too much to resist.

Then Lucen shocked her again—he bent lower and spat directly on her ass, making it even slicker, even filthier. With the other hand, he squeezed her throat lightly, making her look up at him, eyes wide and dazed.

He kissed her hard, tongue forcing into her mouth as he fucked her relentlessly, swallowing her moans, making sure she could taste her own arousal on his lips.

Suddenly, he pulled out almost all the way and then shoved back in, so deep she saw stars. Her whole body shook, and her ass clenched so tight around his cock she could barely think.

He smacked her ass again, the sound ringing through the room.

"You feel that? You love it, don't you? You love being used like this…"

Arwen could barely breathe, every nerve alive, every muscle trembling. The shock, the roughness, the mix of pain and pleasure—she'd never felt anything like it.

Her pussy squirted hard, soaking the bed beneath them, her body wracked by the most intense orgasm yet. Her ass squeezed him so tight, she felt like she'd never let him go.

Lucen grunted, grabbing her hair and forcing her to look back at him, his hips snapping faster, chasing his own peak.

Pop—slap—schlk—slap—plap—

He let go, roaring out her name as he finally came, filling her with thick, hot spurts, the sensation making her shudder and moan helplessly.

He didn't pull out immediately—instead, he watched his cum drip from her ass, running down between her cheeks, a wild, filthy mark that she was his.

He leaned down, licking her neck, whispering,

"You're mine. All of you. Always."

And Arwen could only nod, still shaking, still trembling, already aching for more.

As Arwen lay there, body limp and trembling, Lucen's cum dripping from her abused ass, she finally caught her breath—just enough to speak, even as he still gripped her, his cock twitching, hungry for more.

She looked back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, eyes still hazy but something soft and uncertain flickering beneath the lust.

"Lucen… about what you asked me. Before. About Cullen…"

Her voice was small, wavering with both embarrassment and need.

"I never… I never did anything like this with him. Not even close. He was kind, but… he couldn't make me feel like this. He never even tried. Not with his mouth, not… anywhere but where it was proper. You—"

She bit her lip, voice trembling, eyes pleading for understanding. "You're the only one who ever—who ever took all of me. Who made me like this."

Lucen's body burned hotter. Hearing her say it, knowing she had never been so completely owned by anyone but him, sent a rush of possessive need through him. He growled, wrapping his forearm around her neck from behind, hugging her close, keeping her pressed tight to his chest.

"You saying you like this more, Mother?" he rasped, voice full of pride and hunger. "You like being ruined, being filled, being made into my fucktoy for your own son—all the things he could never do?"

He squeezed her tighter, his cock already hardening again against her ass, hips grinding, his other hand grabbing her breast roughly.

Arwen whimpered, breath hitching, but didn't shy away—if anything, she melted into his hold, legs spreading wider, back arching into his touch.

"Yes… gods, yes, Lucen. No one has ever—no one ever could. Only you."

Her confession sent him over the edge, and he started again—rough, demanding, kissing her neck, squeezing her throat, rutting against her with even more savage hunger. He wanted to brand her with pleasure, wanted her to know that no one else could ever make her feel like this, no matter what.

Lucen's forearm pressed more snugly around Arwen's neck, pulling her back against his chest, making every gasp sharper, every moan needier. He could feel her body respond—the tighter he squeezed, the tighter she squeezed him in return. Her ass and pussy clung to him desperately, wet and twitching, as he drove into her again, rough and hungry.

He fucked her harder, hips snapping, skin slapping wet and lewd. The thrill of having her like this—choking, shaking, loving every filthy second—pushed him to the edge.

"Tell me more," he growled in her ear, teeth grazing her skin. "Tell me how pathetic he was. How only I can make you feel this way."

Arwen gasped, her words tumbling out between cries, no shame left in her voice.

"He… he could never do this, Lucen. Your father… he was a good man but he was—ah!—he was never hard enough for me. He couldn't last. He couldn't fill me—never like you do, never this deep, never this hard…"

She squirmed, rolling her hips up to meet his thrusts, her voice breaking with every word.

"He never touched me the way you do. Never made me cum—never even tried with his mouth, his hands,"

"his cock… he couldn't—he was always soft. Always limp. He—"

Lucen's grip tightened, cock twitching even harder inside her, his pride and hunger flaring as he pounded her, rough, deep, each thrust making her cry out louder.

"That's right, Mother. Say it. Say no one's ever fucked you like your son. Say you belong to me—every hole, every inch, forever."

She sobbed, tears running down her cheeks, voice breaking as she choked out the words.

"I'm yours, Lucen. Only yours. No one—no one can do what you do. I'm only yours, forever—"

Her body convulsed, cumming again from the mix of pleasure, pain, and shame, her ass clenching down so tight he nearly lost control. Lucen groaned, holding her by the throat, fucking her through every aftershock—feeling stronger, hungrier, more unstoppable with every filthy confession she gave him.

Lucen's hunger for her didn't fade, not even with the system quiet on bloodline rewards. Nothing about claiming Arwen ever felt "enough." Her body, her voice, the way she gave in so fully—he wanted it all, again and again.

He pulled her tighter, locking his arm around her throat, pinning her in place. With his other hand, he reached down, spreading her ass wider, watching his cock disappear into her stretched, used hole with every savage thrust.

He found her clit, pinched and rubbed it mercilessly, feeling her shudder beneath him.

His voice was a low, rough growl in her ear.

"That's it, Mother. Show me how filthy you can be. Scream for me. Cum for me like the animal you are."

Her whole body went rigid—her thighs clamped, her hips jerked, and a wild, uncontrollable scream ripped out of her as she squirted hard, wetness gushing down her thighs and splattering onto the bed. The sound was raw, almost inhuman, her moans breaking free as she came so violently she nearly lost consciousness.

Schlk—smack—slap—plap—splsh—

Lucen kept fucking her through it, relentless, feeling her ass clamp and flutter around his cock, the wet mess of her orgasm only driving him wilder.

He leaned in, biting down on her shoulder, his voice claiming her.

"That's my filthy, perfect mother."

Arwen was lost—mindless, broken by pleasure, whimpering and sobbing, her body still spasming with aftershocks, never wanting him to stop.

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Inside the dark, cramped closet, Lumi could barely breathe—her hand pressed over her mouth to keep any sound from escaping, heart pounding so loud she feared they'd hear it even through the wood. She'd come looking for Lucen, thinking maybe he was napping or washing up after training, and heard voices—his and Lady Arwen's—outside the room. Something made her slip inside to hide, nerves and curiosity twining together until her legs took her straight to the closet.

She never meant to spy. She never imagined she'd see… this.

Through a sliver of space between the doors, Lumi watched in stunned disbelief as the Marquess herself—so beautiful, so untouchable, always kind—was pinned under her own son, being fucked so hard the whole bed shook.

The noises—raw, animal, loud. Arwen's voice didn't sound like a noble lady at all. It sounded like someone possessed. A woman being absolutely ruined, over and over.

Wet slaps. Ragged moans. Lucen's voice—deep, rough, claiming her again and again.

Lumi's legs were trembling, mouth dry, eyes wide as she watched the scene unfold just a few feet away. She saw Arwen's body writhing, the way Lucen gripped her, choked her, bit her, the way she squirted everywhere, soaking the sheets. Her own thighs pressed tight together, heat blooming between them, panties growing wetter with every passing minute.

She tried not to look, but her eyes were glued to the crack in the closet. She tried not to move, but her hand had already slipped beneath her skirt, trembling as she pressed her fingers against her own soaked slit—rubbing herself slowly, breath shallow and desperate, unable to stop.

The smell of sex, sweat, and something darker filled the room. Every filthy sound made her squeeze her thighs tighter, biting down hard on her knuckles to keep from whimpering out loud.

She watched Lucen—so beautiful, so different from the quiet boy she'd cared for all those years—take total control, use his mother's body in ways Lumi never thought possible.

And she watched Arwen—her mistress, her idol—beg for more, break apart, lose all dignity for pleasure.

Lumi's mind spun, torn between horror and a dangerous, growing excitement she couldn't explain.

She pressed her forehead to the closet door, eyes wide and wet, pulse racing, the slick heat between her legs spreading onto her hand. She wanted to run. She wanted to watch. She wanted to join them, even if she couldn't say the words.

Every sound, every moan, every rough word and slap of flesh pushed her further, until she knew she'd never be able to look at either of them the same again.

She was trapped, soaking, heart thundering, eyes wide as she watched the wild, forbidden scene unfold—knowing she could be discovered at any second.