Chapter 80: Chapter 80: The Duchess’s Desire

Master Bedroom, Morning

Draven surfaced from sleep slowly, warmth and softness pressed against him. Sunlight cut through the gap in the heavy curtains, painting a golden line across the enormous bed.

His bed now. The Duke’s bed.

He opened his eyes to find his mother watching him, propped up on one elbow. Her dark hair spilled across the silk pillows, and she wore nothing but that soft, devastating smile she reserved only for him.

"You were dreaming," Elise murmured, trailing her fingers along his jaw. "Smiling in your sleep."

"Was I?" His voice came out rough. "What gave me away?"

"You always get this look. Like you’re winning at something." She leaned in, brushing her lips against his. "Were you? Winning?"

"Maybe." He caught her hand, pressed a kiss to her palm. "Or maybe I just realized I already won."

She laughed, the sound low and intimate. "Smooth. But you’re not wrong." Her gaze drifted around the room—their room—with something like wonder. "Three weeks, and I still can’t believe this is real. Waking up beside you. No sneaking around. No hiding. Just... us."

"Everyone thinks you’re here as my advisor," Draven said. "The dutiful Dowager Duchess helping her son manage his new responsibilities."

"Mm. The grieving widow, finding purpose in supporting her beloved son." Elise’s smile turned wicked. "If only they knew what kind of support I provide."

Heat sparked between them, instant and familiar.

"They’d lose their minds," Draven said, pulling her closer. "Knowing the Duke fucks his mother every night. That I have you bent over my desk during the day when I should be reviewing tax reports."

"Last week you fucked me in the library. Against the history section." She bit her lip, eyes gleaming with the memory. "I had to stuff my hand in my mouth to keep quiet while you came inside me."

His cock was already hardening. Typical morning. Typical reaction to her.

But Elise’s expression shifted, something more serious creeping into her eyes. She pulled back slightly, and Draven felt the mood change.

"What is it?" he asked.

She was quiet for a moment, fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. Then: "I want to ask you something. And I need you to really think about your answer."

Draven waited.

"I want a child," Elise said. "Your child. I want to be pregnant with your heir."

The words hung in the air between them.

"Elise—"

"I know what you’re going to say. I know it’s dangerous. Complicated. But listen to me." She sat up fully now, the sheet pooling around her waist, leaving her breasts bare. Still beautiful. Still full—she’d been lactating since they started their relationship, something he’d grown addicted to. "Everyone already expects me to help you produce heirs. We’re living together. I’m your ’companion,’ your advisor, your... whatever story we’re spinning. So why not give them exactly what they expect, while hiding the truth in plain sight?"

"You’re talking about getting pregnant. Actually pregnant. With my child."

"Yes." No hesitation. Her eyes burned into his. "I want to carry your baby, Draven. I want to feel our child growing inside me. I want everyone to see me swollen with the Duke’s heir and think it’s perfectly normal, never knowing they’re celebrating a mother pregnant with her son’s child."

Draven’s heart hammered. The implications crashed over him. The risk. The absolute insanity of it.

But also... fuck, the idea sent a dark thrill through him.

"And if someone finds out?" he asked. "If anyone suspects—"

"They won’t." Elise’s voice was fierce. "You’re the Duke. I’m the Dowager Duchess. We’re living together to consolidate power, to present a united front. Everyone will see what we want them to see: a young duke and his wise, beautiful mother-companion. If I get pregnant, they’ll assume you bedded me as your consort.

She crawled closer, straddling his hips, her heat pressing against his erection. "Don’t you see? We can have everything. The relationship we want, a child, and complete safety.

Draven stared up at her. His mother. His lover. The woman he’d claimed in every way possible.

And she wanted more.

"You really want this," he said.

"More than anything." Her hands pressed flat against his chest. "I want to give you an heir. I want to bear your child. Our child. Something that’s ours in every way. Something beautiful born from this... twisted, perfect love we have."

Fuck.

"Yes," Draven said.

Elise went still. "Yes?"

"Yes. Let’s make an heir. Our heir." He gripped her hips. "I’ll breed you, Mother. I’ll fill you until you’re pregnant with my child

The smile that broke across her face was radiant. Pure joy.

"Really?"

"Really. Now come here."

She kissed him, desperate and grateful, and Draven felt her wetness already coating his cock where she pressed against him.

"Start now," Elise breathed against his mouth. "Please. Breed me. Fill your mother with your seed. Make me pregnant."

Draven flipped them, pinning Elise beneath him. She gasped, eyes wide and hungry.

"If we’re doing this," he said, voice dropping low, "we’re doing it right. No holding back. You want my child? You’re going to earn it."

"Yes," she breathed. "Whatever you want. I’m yours."

"Good." He reached to the bedside table, pulling out silk ropes they kept there. Elise’s breath hitched. "Then let’s make sure you take every drop."

He started slow. Deliberate.

First, he bound her wrists to the headboard—not tight enough to hurt, but enough that she couldn’t escape. Elise watched him work, pupils dilating, chest rising and falling faster.

"You look beautiful like this," Draven said, trailing his fingers down her body. "Helpless. Waiting."

"Draven..."

"Shh." He covered her mouth with his hand. "You said you’re mine. Prove it. Take everything I give you."

She nodded, and he released her.

Then he focused on her breasts.

Elise had always been sensitive there, but since she started lactating, they’d become one of her most responsive zones. Draven cupped them now, feeling their weight, their fullness. He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly.

"Ahh~" Elise arched off the bed, the sound escaping before she could stop it.

Warm, sweet milk flooded his tongue. He drank, one hand kneading her other breast, feeling milk bead at the nipple there too. Elise writhed beneath him, pulling against the silk ropes.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Draven, please—"

He switched sides, giving the other breast the same attention. Sucking, licking, teeth grazing the sensitive peak until she was panting.

"You taste so fucking good," he murmured against her skin. "I could do this for hours."

"Don’t— I need— please—"

He bit down, just enough pressure to make her yelp. Then he pulled back and delivered a sharp slap to her breast. Not hard enough to truly hurt, but enough to make her gasp.

"Ah!"

"Too much?" he asked, voice dark with amusement.

"No," Elise breathed, eyes fever-bright. "More. Please. More."

He slapped her other breast, watching it jiggle, milk droplets flying. Then he soothed the sting with his tongue, circling the nipple before sucking hard again.

Elise was shaking now, thighs pressed together, desperate for friction.

"Look at you," Draven said. "Already so desperate, and I haven’t even touched your pussy yet."

"Please," she whimpered. "Draven, I need—"

"I know what you need." He reached down, spreading her thighs apart. "You need to be bred. Filled. Used."

"Yes!"

His fingers found her clit, circling slowly. Elise bucked against his hand, but he kept the pace torturously light.

"Beg for it," he commanded.

"Please," she gasped. "Please fuck me. Breed me. I need your cock inside me. I need you to fill me with your cum. Please, Draven, please—"

He thrust three fingers inside her, and she cried out, back arching. So wet. So ready.

"This pussy belongs to me," he growled, pumping his fingers. "Say it."

"It’s yours! It’s yours, all yours—"

"And I can do whatever I want with it."

"Yes! Anything! Everything!"

He found that spot inside her, the one that made her see stars, and rubbed hard. Elise’s whole body went taut, and then she was coming, clenching around his fingers, screaming his name.

But Draven didn’t stop. He kept fingering her through the orgasm, watching her thrash against the restraints.

"Too much," she gasped. "Draven, I can’t—"

"You can. And you will." He added a fourth finger, stretching her. "Because you’re mine, and you’re going to take everything I give you."

He worked her ruthlessly, fingers curling and thrusting, until she came again, tears streaming down her face from the intensity.

"Perfect," Draven murmured, withdrawing his fingers. They were soaked. He brought them to Elise’s mouth. "Clean them."

She obeyed without hesitation, sucking his fingers, tasting herself. Her eyes never left his.

"Good girl," he said. "Now I think you’ve earned my cock."

Relief flooded her expression. "Yes. Please. I need you inside me."

He positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. But he didn’t thrust. Not yet.

"Tell me what you want," he said. "I want to hear you say it."

"I want you to fuck me," Elise said, voice raw with need. "I want you to fuck your mother. I want you to breed me, fill me with your cum, make me pregnant with your child. I want to carry your heir inside me. Please, Draven. Please breed me."

He thrust in, one hard stroke, burying himself completely.

"Oh fuck—!"

No matter how many times they did this, the sensation was overwhelming. Tight. Hot. Perfect.

Draven started fucking her, long deep strokes, watching her breasts bounce with each thrust. Milk leaked from her nipples, running down her ribs.

"You feel so fucking good," he growled. "This pussy was made for me."

"Yes," Elise gasped. "Made for you. Only you. My son. My Duke. My everything."

He leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth again while he fucked her, drinking her milk while his cock pounded into her. The combination drove Elise wild.

She came again, clenching around him, and Draven felt his own climax building.

"I’m close," he warned.

"Inside," Elise pleaded. "Come inside me. Breed me. Please."

He thrust harder, faster, chasing his release. And when it hit, it was intense.

"Fuck—"

He buried himself deep and came, flooding her with hot cum. Elise screamed, her own orgasm triggered by feeling him fill her.

spurt spurt spurt~

Draven stayed inside, grinding against her, making sure every drop stayed deep.

"Don’t pull out," Elise gasped. "Not yet. Keep it inside."

"Trust me, I’m not done with you yet."

He untied her wrists, but only long enough to reposition her.

"On your hands and knees," he commanded.

Elise obeyed, still shaking from her orgasms, and Draven arranged her carefully—head down, ass up, back arched. Presenting.

Then he retrieved something else from the bedside table. A leather riding crop.

Elise saw it and moaned. "Draven..."

"You want my child?" He ran the crop along her spine, watching her shiver. "Then you’re going to earn it. I’m going to mark this perfect ass, and you’re going to thank me for every stroke."

"Yes," she breathed. "Please."

CRACK

The first strike landed on her left ass cheek, sharp and stinging. Elise jerked forward with a cry.

"Count," Draven ordered.

"One! Thank you!"

CRACK

"Two! Thank you!"

He worked methodically, alternating cheeks, varying the intensity. Some strikes were light, almost teasing. Others were hard enough to leave red marks that would last for hours.

By the tenth strike, Elise was sobbing, but when he paused to check on her, she looked back with desperate, hungry eyes.

"More," she begged. "Please. I can take more."

"Greedy," he said, but he was smiling.

He gave her ten more strikes, until her ass was a beautiful shade of pink, until she was crying and begging and so turned on she was dripping onto the sheets.

Then he set the crop aside and positioned himself behind her, cock still hard, ready for round two.

"You did so well," he said, running his hands over her heated skin. "You took your punishment beautifully."

"Please," Elise whimpered. "Please fuck me. I need you so badly."

He thrust in, and she screamed, the sensation intensified by the endorphins flooding her system from the spanking.

This time he fucked her hard and fast, no holding back. His hands gripped her bruised ass, fingers digging into the sensitive flesh, making her gasp and moan.

"This is what you wanted, isn’t it?" he growled. "To be used. Claimed. Bred like an animal."

"Yes! Fuck yes!"

"You want my cum?"

"Please! Fill me again!"

He reached around, finding her clit, rubbing hard. Elise came with a wail, her pussy clenching around his cock.

That triggered his own release. He buried himself deep and came again, adding to the load already inside her.

spurt spurt~

This time when he pulled out, he watched his cum leak from her, white against her pink, abused ass.

"Don’t let it leak," he said.

Elise immediately pressed her hand between her thighs, trying to keep everything inside. "I won’t. I promise."

He grabbed pillows, arranging them under her hips to elevate her. "Stay like that. Keep your hips up."

She obeyed, and Draven took a moment to admire the sight. His mother, ass marked from his crop, pussy full of his cum, willingly keeping herself positioned to maximize conception.

Perfect.

But they weren’t done.

"Do you trust me?" Draven asked.

Elise looked at him over her shoulder, eyes soft despite the intensity of what they’d just done. "With everything."

"Good."

He retrieved silk blindfold from the drawer. Elise’s breath hitched as he tied it over her eyes, plunging her into darkness.

"Draven..."

"Shh. Just feel."

He started with his hands, running them over her body. Soft touches. Teasing. Then he used the crop again, but this time just trailing it over her skin, making her guess where he’d strike next.

The anticipation had her trembling.

When he finally struck, she yelped—but it was her thigh this time, not her ass.

"You’re not allowed to come yet," he said. "Not until I say so."

"That’s not fair," she gasped. "I’m already so close—"

"I don’t care. Hold it."

He continued the torment, mixing pain and pleasure until she was begging, crying, desperate. And only when she was absolutely falling apart did he finally thrust into her again from behind, one hand fisted in her hair.

"Now you can come," he growled. "Come on my cock. Show me how much you need this."

Elise shattered, her orgasm so intense she nearly blacked out. Draven felt her clenching rhythmically around him, milking his cock, and he fucked her through it.

"Good girl," he murmured. "Such a good girl. Now I’m going to fill you again. Are you ready?"

"Yes! Please!"

He thrust deep and came, his third load of the morning, adding to the mess already inside her.

spurt~

When he pulled out this time, he quickly positioned her on her back again, hips still elevated, and removed the blindfold.

Elise blinked at him, dazed and beautiful, covered in sweat and marks and milk.

"One more," he said gently. "Can you take one more?"

"Always," she whispered. "Always for you."

This time was different.

He took his time, touching her everywhere, worshipping her body. His fingers traced the marks he’d left, the bruises forming on her hips, the redness on her ass.

"You’re so beautiful," he murmured. "Do you know that? Even like this. Especially like this."

"Draven..." Her voice broke.

He kissed her, deep and slow, and when he entered her again, it was gentle. Intimate.

They moved together, unhurried, and he kept whispering to her between kisses.

"I love you."

"I love you too," she gasped. "So much. My son. My Duke. My everything."

"We’re going to make something beautiful," he said. "Something ours."

"Yes. Our child. Our heir. Our secret."

He reached down, rubbing her clit in slow circles, and Elise’s breath hitched.

"Come for me," he murmured. "One more time. I want to feel you."

"I can’t—I’ve already—"

"You can. For me."

He kept the stimulation gentle but persistent, and slowly, impossibly, she climbed toward another peak. When she came this time, it was soft, rolling through her in gentle waves.

"That’s it," Draven whispered. "Perfect. You’re perfect."

And then he let himself go, releasing inside her one final time, giving her everything he had left.

spurt~

They lay together afterward, both exhausted, Elise still positioned with her hips elevated. Draven had pulled her into his arms carefully, making sure she stayed tilted.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Full," she murmured, laughing weakly. "So full. I can feel it all inside me."

"Good. That’s where it needs to be."

She pressed her hand to her belly. "How long until we know?"

"A few weeks. Maybe a month."

"I can feel it, though," Elise said softly. "I know it worked. Call it mother’s intuition." She smiled at her own joke. "You bred me, Draven. Successfully."

He kissed her forehead.

"And our child?" Draven asked quietly. "Do we ever tell them the truth?"

Elise was silent for a moment. Then: "When they’re old enough to understand. When they can handle it. They deserve to know who we really are. What we really are to each other. But we tell them it comes from love. Twisted, forbidden, impossible love."

"And if they hate us for it?"

"They won’t." Her voice was fierce. "Because we’ll love them so much they’ll understand. We’ll protect them, raise them, give them everything. And they’ll see that what we have, as wrong as the world thinks it is, is real."

Draven held her closer. "You really believe that."

"I have to." She turned to look at him. "Because I’m not giving you up. I’m not giving this up. Not for anyone. Not even for a child who might judge us."

"Then we’ll make sure they don’t have to judge us," Draven said. "We’ll make sure they see love first. Everything else second."

"Exactly."

They stayed like that, planning, dreaming, until eventually Elise dozed off, still elevated, still full of his cum, already possibly carrying his child.

Draven watched her sleep and thought about the future.

A child. His child. With his mother.

Perfect.

Later That Evening - Duke’s Study

Draven sat behind his desk, reviewing estate documents, when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

Elise entered, now dressed in an elegant gown, her hair styled perfectly. The picture of ducal sophistication. No one looking at her would guess what she’d endured this morning.

"The steward is asking about the harvest allocation," she said, perfectly professional. "He needs your decision by tomorrow."

"I’ll review it tonight."

She crossed to his desk, and when she was close enough that no one outside could see, she leaned down and whispered, "I can still feel you inside me."

Heat flashed through him. "Elise—"

"Every step I take, I feel it. Feel your cum. Feel what you did to me." Her smile was wicked. "I love it."

"You’re going to get me hard in the middle of estate business."

"Good." She straightened, once again the picture of propriety. "I’ll tell the steward you’ll have an answer by morning. Will there be anything else, Your Grace?"

The formal title, said with that glint in her eye...

"Tonight," Draven said quietly. "My chambers. After dinner."

"Of course, Your Grace. I live to serve you."

She left, hips swaying, and Draven groaned, adjusting himself under the desk.

This woman was going to drive him insane.

But god, what a way to go.