Midnight.

The private garden was empty. Moonlight filtering through night-blooming jasmine, casting everything in silver and shadow. Draven moved through the servant’s passage, silent as death. No guards this deep in the estate—Marcus’s security focused on the main corridors and Aldric’s chambers.

Stupid. But convenient.

He found his mother sitting on the stone bench. Same spot as before. But different. Tense. Her hands clenched in her lap, knuckles white. Still wearing the mourning black, but the dress was different—simpler, easier to remove.

She’d planned this.

"Draven." Elise stood as he approached. Her face was pale in the moonlight. Beautiful and haunted. "You came."

"Of course."

She crossed the distance between them in three steps. Grabbed his shirt, pulled him down into a kiss. Desperate. Hungry. Not the gentle affection from before—this was need. Raw and terrified.

He kissed her back. Let her take what she needed. Hands gripping her waist, steadying her.

When she finally pulled away, there were tears in her eyes.

"Mother—"

"He’s dying faster." Her voice cracked. "The healers came again today. They’re saying days now. Maybe a week."

*Fuck.* Marcus had really accelerated the poison.

"I know," Draven said quietly. "I’ve been tracking it."

"Then you know what happens next." Elise’s fingers twisted in his shirt. "Marcus becomes Duke. And the first thing he’ll do is get rid of me. Exile. Or worse. He already told me I’m an embarrassment to the family name."

"He said what?"

"This morning. In front of the servants." Her laugh was bitter. "Called me a ’decorative widow’ who should remarry or retire to the countryside. Away from court. Away from... you."

Rage coiled in Draven’s gut. Cold and sharp.

"He doesn’t get to—" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"He will." Elise looked up at him. "When he’s Duke, he can do whatever he wants. Exile me. Imprison me. Marry me off to some old lord for a political alliance. And you..." She cupped his face. "He suspects. About us. He doesn’t have proof, but he suspects. And the moment he has power, he’ll investigate. Publicly."

"Let him try."

"Draven, you don’t understand. If he exposes us—if people find out we’re..." She couldn’t finish. The word too terrible. "They’ll execute you. For defilement. For corruption of the noble bloodline. The Church will demand it."

"Then he won’t expose us." Draven’s voice was flat. Final. "Because he’ll be dead."

Elise stared at him. "You mean it."

"I’ve been gathering evidence. Proof he’s poisoning Aldric. When the Duke dies, I’m going public. Marcus gets executed for patricide. I inherit as rightful heir." He pulled her closer. "You become my Duchess. Officially. And no one can touch you."

"That’s..." She searched his face. "That’s incredibly dangerous."

"I know."

"If it fails—"

"It won’t."

"Draven—"

"Mother." He gripped her shoulders. Made her look at him. "I am not losing you. Not to Marcus. Not to exile. Not to anything. Do you understand? You’re *mine*."

Something shifted in her expression. The fear remained, but underneath—heat. Possession. The twisted love only they shared.

"Say it again," she whispered.

"You’re mine."

"Again."

"*Mine.*"

She kissed him. Violent this time. Teeth and tongue and desperation. Hands tearing at his clothes, pulling him toward the garden’s far corner where tall hedges created a hidden alcove.

Draven let her drag him. Let her push him against the hedge wall. Let her drop to her knees and fumble with his belt.

"I need this," she panted. "Need you. Need to feel... *fuck*..."

His cock sprang free. Already hard. She wrapped her hand around it, stroked twice, then swallowed him whole.

*Glk~*

No teasing. No buildup. Just pure, desperate suction. Like she was trying to consume him.

"Mother—*fuck*—"

She pulled off with a wet gasp. "Don’t call me that. Not now." She licked the tip. "Tonight I’m not your mother. I’m your woman. Your property. Yours to use however you want."

[Oh SHIT. She’s in full submissive mode. This is going to be INTENSE.]

Draven grabbed her hair. Pulled her back onto his cock. Started fucking her throat. No gentleness. Just control.

*Glk glk glk~*

Elise took it. Moaned around his length. Tears streaming down her face—not from pain, from relief. From finally letting go.

"You want to be mine?" Draven growled. "Then prove it. Show me you can take everything I give you."

She nodded frantically. Throat relaxing. Letting him push deeper.

He fucked her mouth for another minute. Then pulled out. Hauled her to her feet. Spun her around and bent her over a stone bench.

"Strip."

Elise obeyed. Shaking hands pulling at her dress, letting it pool at her feet. Underneath—nothing. She’d come here naked under her mourning clothes.

*Fuck.*

Moonlight painted her skin silver. Pale curves, heavy breasts hanging down, ass up and presented. Already wet. Draven could see it glistening between her thighs.

"How long have you been thinking about this?" he asked.

"All day." Her voice was muffled against the stone. "Since Marcus threatened me. Since I realized how little time we have left. I’ve been wet for *hours*, Draven. Aching. Needing you."

"Good."

He dropped to his knees behind her. Spread her ass cheeks. Two holes on display—pussy dripping, asshole clenched and pink.

"Which one?" he asked.

"Both." Elise looked back over her shoulder. Eyes wild. "I don’t care. Just *fuck me*. Claim me. Remind me who I belong to."

Draven leaned in. Ran his tongue from her clit to her asshole. Slow and thorough.

"*AHHH~!*"

Her whole body shuddered. He did it again. And again. Licking, sucking, tasting every inch of her. Tongue circling her asshole, dipping inside.

"Oh god, oh fuck, Draven—"

He slid two fingers into her pussy while his tongue worked her ass. Pumped hard and fast. No mercy.

*squelch squelch squelch~*

"You like this?" he growled against her skin. "Your son eating your ass in the garden?"

"*YES!*" She was sobbing now. "Yes, I love it, I’m a terrible mother, I’m so fucked up, but I don’t care—"

"You’re not terrible." He added a third finger. Stretched her. "You’re perfect. Perfect for me."

"Draven, I’m— I’m gonna—"

"Then come. Come for your son."

She did. Screaming into her hand to muffle the sound. Pussy clenching around his fingers, wetness flooding down her thighs. First orgasm.

[ Orgasm 1/7]

He didn’t give her time to recover. Stood, positioned his cock at her entrance. Slammed in.

*THRUST~*

"*FUCK!*"

Balls deep in one stroke. Her pussy was molten. Tight and wet and desperate. Draven gripped her hips, pulled out, slammed back in.

*THRUST THRUST THRUST~*

"Yes! Yes! Harder!"

He fucked her like he was trying to break her. Fast and brutal. Each thrust making her tits bounce, making the stone bench scrape against the ground.

*slap slap slap slap~*

The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the garden. Obscene and perfect.

"This is what you wanted?" Draven snarled. "Your son’s cock destroying you?"

"*YES!*" Elise’s nails scraped stone. "Harder! Fuck me harder! Ruin me!"

He reached forward, grabbed her hair, pulled her head back. Forced her to arch. Other hand wrapping around to squeeze her breast.

Milk leaked from her nipple.

*What the fuck?*

[Oh right. Forgot to mention. Elise has been lactating since you two started fucking. Side effect of the dual cultivation. Her body thinks she’s pregnant.]

[Also, it’s fucking HOT. Enjoy.]

Draven squeezed harder. Milk spurted. White streams running down his fingers.

"You’re *lactating*?" He thrust deeper. "From me fucking you?"

"Y-yes..." Elise’s voice was broken. "Can’t stop. It’s your fault. Your mana. Changed my body. Made me... made me produce for you..."

"Fuck." He brought his hand to his mouth. Tasted. Sweet and rich. "You’re literally made for me now."

"Always was." She pushed back against his thrusts. Meeting him. "Always your mother. Always your woman. Always *yours*."

Second orgasm hit her. Harder than the first. Pussy spasming, whole body going rigid.

[Orgasm 2/7]

Draven pulled out. Flipped her over onto her back on the bench. Grabbed her legs, pushed them up and back. Folding her nearly in half.

"Hold them."

Elise grabbed her own ankles. Presenting herself. Exposed and vulnerable.

Draven slammed back in. New angle. Deeper. Hitting spots that made her *shriek*.

"*DRAVEN!*"

"Shh." He clamped a hand over her mouth. "Servants will hear."

She bit his palm. Moaned into it. Eyes rolling back as he fucked her into the stone.

He leaned down. Latched onto her breast. Sucked.

Milk flooded his mouth. Warm and sweet. He swallowed. Sucked harder. Drawing more from her.

"*Mmph!*" Elise’s cries were muffled. But her body told the story. Arching. Trembling. Completely surrendered.

Third orgasm. Then fourth. Back to back. She was shaking. Overstimulated. But Draven didn’t stop.

[Orgasm 3/7]

[Orgasm 4/7]

He switched breasts. Drained the left, moved to the right. All while maintaining the brutal pace. His cock pistoning in and out, stretching her, claiming her.

"You know what I’m going to do?" he murmured against her skin. "After I become Duke?"

She shook her head weakly.

"I’m going to keep you in my chambers. Officially. My ’advisor.’ My ’consort.’ Everyone will know you’re mine, but they won’t know you’re my mother." He thrust particularly hard. "And I’m going to breed you. Fill you with my cum every night until you’re actually pregnant."

Elise’s eyes went wide. Fresh tears spilling.

"Would you like that?" Draven released her mouth. "Carrying your son’s child?"

"*Yes!*" She sobbed. "God yes, I want it, I want everyone to see, want them to know I’m yours even if they don’t know the truth—"

"Then take it. Take my seed."

He fucked her harder. Chasing his own release now. The image burning in his mind—his mother, pregnant with his child, sitting beside him as Duchess while he ruled.

Taboo. Twisted. Perfect.

Fifth orgasm hit Elise. This one broke her. She went limp. Just accepting. Taking everything he gave.

[Orgasm 5/7]

Draven felt his climax building. "Mother—"

"Inside." Her voice was barely a whisper. "Inside me. Please. Fill me. Breed me. Make me yours forever—"

He came. Buried to the hilt. Cock pulsing. Flooding her womb with cum. So much it leaked out around his shaft.

*spurt spurt spurt~*

"*Ahhhh~*"

Elise’s sixth orgasm triggered from the sensation. The warmth filling her. She clenched around him, milking every drop.

[Orgasm 6/7]

They stayed like that. Connected. Breathing hard.

Finally, Draven pulled out. Watched his cum leak from her pussy. White and thick. Staining the stone bench.

"One more," he said.

"I can’t..." Elise was trembling. "Too much..."

"You can." He grabbed her hips, flipped her over again. Face down. "And you will."

He positioned himself at her other hole. The tight ring of muscle. Virgin territory.

"Draven, wait—"

"You said both." He pushed forward. Just the tip. "You said you didn’t care."

"I— I’ve never—"

"I know." He pushed deeper. Inch by inch. Stretching her. "That’s why I’m taking it now. Your last virginity. Belongs to me."

*pop~*

The head pushed past the ring. Elise screamed into her hands. Not pain—shock. Fullness. The taboo of it.

Draven kept pushing. Slow. Letting her adjust. Until he was fully seated. Balls deep in his mother’s ass.

"Fuck," he groaned. "You’re so tight."

"It’s... oh god... so full..."

He started moving. Gentle at first. Then harder. Building rhythm.

*slap slap slap~*

"This ass belongs to me now," he growled. "Say it."

"Y-yours..." Elise was crying again. "My ass is yours. Everything is yours. I’m yours, son, all yours—"

"Good mother."

The words broke her. Seventh and final orgasm ripped through her. Ass clenching around his cock. Whole body convulsing. A full-body, mind-breaking climax that left her unconscious.

[: Orgasm 7/7 - ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!]

[ "Claimed All Holes" - Take every virginity your mother has to offer]

[ "Perfect Submission" - Deliver 7+ consecutive orgasms to same partner]

Draven kept fucking. Chasing his second release. The sight of his cock disappearing into her ass, her unconscious body accepting it, the complete and utter domination—

He came. Again. Filling her ass with cum. Marking her inside and out.

*spurt spurt~*

Finally, he pulled out. Watched cum leak from both holes. His mother, thoroughly used and claimed, passed out on a garden bench.

Perfect.

[ HOLY FUCKING SHIT.]

[That was... I don’t even have words. That was the most intense thing I’ve ever witnessed.]

Draven caught his breath. Started cleaning them both up with magic. Gentle water conjuration, washing away the evidence.

Elise stirred. Opened her eyes. Looked at him with something beyond love. Worship.

"Did I pass out?"

"Yes."

"Oh god." She laughed weakly. "That’s never happened before."

"There’s a first time for everything." He helped her sit up. Dressed her carefully. "How do you feel?"

"Like I’ve been fucked by a god." She cupped his face. "Like I’m actually yours now. Completely."

"You always were."

"I know. But now..." She gestured vaguely. "Now there’s proof. Inside me. Your cum. Your claim. If you got me pregnant tonight, I wouldn’t even care. I’d be happy."

"We’ll find out in a few weeks."

Elise smiled. Then serious. "What happens next?"

"Next, I break into Marcus’s study tomorrow night. Steal the poison evidence. Build my case." Draven stood, pulled her to her feet. "Then I wait for Aldric to die. Present the evidence at the funeral. Marcus gets executed. I become Duke."

"And me?"

"You become my Duchess. Officially." He kissed her. Soft this time. "No more hiding. No more fear. Just us. Forever."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

She leaned against him. "I believe you. You’ve never broken a promise to me."

They stood there. Garden quiet except for night insects. Two people who’d crossed every line. Who’d committed every taboo. And didn’t regret a single moment.

"Go," Draven said finally. "Before the servants wake."

"Tomorrow night?" Elise asked. "After you steal the evidence?"

"Tomorrow night."

"Good." She kissed him once more. "I’ll be waiting."

She disappeared into the servant’s passage. Leaving Draven alone with moonlight and murder plans.

Ten days until Aldric died.

Ten days until Marcus fell.

Ten days until everything changed.

But tonight? Tonight he’d claimed his mother completely. Made her his in every possible way.

And tomorrow, he’d start claiming his birthright.

Draven smiled in the darkness.

Soon.

Very soon.