Lusamine had an idea.

The idea, as it stood, was to...

The idea was terrible, and it meant she was still no good, still dangerous, still not a worthy mother for someone as pure as Sun.

The idea was to fuck him.

She could guess that Sun was attracted to her. That was the plan all along after all - but she may have gone too far. Not on purpose, nor even trying to toe the line. She kept the material she had exposed him to during his conversion entirely safe. This wasn't her fault, damn it. But she had his best interests at heart.

Maybe.

The issue had been deliberated for several hours in her conscience, ever since Wicke left. She was hungry for the base reward of manipulating him to satisfy herself. She knew doing so would tread a path that could ruin him and potentially make him even more obsessed.

It was a chance she didn't know if she was willing to take. Lusamine had not been a good person for over at least seven years. This would not be a departure but rather a return to form if you could call it that. And unlike Lillie and Gladion, he'd enjoy it.

In the dead of night, a long dormant evil stirred in her heart.

She quelled the voice that resisted, the voice that a moment ago was the dominant one. Nothing would stand between her and what she wanted. She slithered out of her bed, clad in a plain black nightdress, barefoot, her hair no longer styled as it usually was. Her green eyes, radioactive, stared through the dark.

Footsteps were silent, slow and measured. A spectre she was, and a terrifying, commanding one at that, one with all the authority and strength befitting her titles. The door opened as if in a vacuum. No noise. No resistance. As it should be. Her hands twitched with anticipation and she fulfilled their desire for contact by gliding them along the handrails, leaning forward as she took the stairs. Extending to her maximum height at the summit of the staircase, she expelled a breath of excitement and prowled down the corridor to Sun's room.

With her fingers ensnaring the handle to the door, the voice of reason spoke choice words - "Do you really want to do this?" and the monster did not reply. "You can't hurt him." The monster growled. It had come too far already to be denied this prey. She slipped into the room and shut the door.

"Sun?" she called sweetly.

He was groggy, confused. "Huh?"

"Sun?"

He shook off the tiredness and smiled. Lusamine's eyes had adapted to the dark, Sun's hadn't. He couldn't see the expression she wore, which was nightmare-inducing, and had been for Lillie and Gladion before him. "Hello, mother. Why did you wake me up?"

His words were an exact call back to the first time she had done this to Lillie. That made the hidden expression even more animalistic, even more debased. The monster that wore Lusamine spoke, and the words had been spoken before. "I think it is time I showed you how much mother loves you."

Sun sat up straight in bed, still smiling. Lusamine leaned forward, into the single line of moonlight that peered from the curtains. Her face was illuminated. Sun's smile faltered as if the signal was dipping on a television screen. Then his face went blank, eyes wide. Lusamine came closer, vanishing from the moonlight, her eyes nearly glowing with anticipation. She got up on the bed on her hands and knees, Sun frozen beside her. Her claws took away the duvet between them, tossing it aside without a second glance. The same claws then turned to Sun, caressing, stroking, feeling, manipulating, and most importantly touching.

He wasn't trying to push her off but he was meeting her touches with brushes of his own hands, not quite swatting at her but trying to create space to breathe under her onslaught of love. "M- mother-" he begged as she put one leg on either side of his waist and lowered her crotch to be against his, feeling the heat of his body, the embarrassment, the shock, the fear... the delectable, tasty fear. "Mother, why - what are we doing?"

Her palm pushed against his jawline on the left side, her thumb locking over his lips on the right and her fingers pushing into his face. The combined force pushed his head into the pillow hard, keeping him from looking at her as she pulled at his waistband between her legs. It was only a playful series of tugs. She didn't want in yet. "Mother..." he whimpered.

The act of pulling at the material became a spider like movement of the hand, scuttling up under his nightshirt, nails jabbing against his chest: his shirt was pulled up and over his head as the creepy sensation continued, before it was ripped off by her free hand.

"Mother, I don't know if I-"

"Sun," she breathed and brought her face down very close to his. "Sun, you don't get to choose right now." She took one of his arms, which was held in a defensive position near his face. She watched him as she moved his arm, slowly, agonisingly, up and inside her dress to touch her. He looked so, so beautiful. Eyes wide in horror. Mouth agape. His fingers brushed against the fabric of her lingerie. His mouth closed and his eyes narrowed suddenly.

That was unexpected. She tightened the grip on his wrist, assuming an attempt to get away was incoming. He was trying to do something alright. He shook beneath her, and she could feel his arousal now, her crotch still close to his, only his fingers and pyjama bottoms separated the two.

Now he made contact with her bare flesh, Lusamine pushing him into her, his fingers swallowed up one by one, one at a time. He wasn't making any noise, wasn't crying. He was meeting her eyes exactly. It felt so good. Someone who had meant so much to the two cretinous abominations she once called children now bringing her a pleasure she hadn't felt in a long while. Subservience was the only path for those who wanted all of her love. She continued to force Sun into and out of her, in a steady rhythm. "How does that feel?" Lusamine teased. Sun's shivering had stopped.

"It feels good," Sun replied. His tone was all wrong. He was meant to be scared, not... not enthusiastic about this. He wasn't meant to-

Lusamine let go of him. He started moving of his own accord, pumping his arm back and forth faster and faster, bringing his other arm up to grab her waist.

"But- but Sun-" Lusamine bit her lip, avoiding vocalising her pleasure. "Sun," she gasped as he went further than usual, "Sun,wait-"

She couldn't lose control. She had to be in charge or else it'd all be worthless. She regained her composure and took both of his wrists. He stopped. "Now, now, Sun," she began. Where was she going with this? She'd been taken out of character, so to speak. That wasn't good. She was becoming aware of what she was doing.

"Mother," Sun moaned and tried to reach up to her. "I want it."

"Then you can have it." The creature wasn't back, but Lusamine clung onto the request like a lifeline. She took off her dress quickly as Sun stripped himself down, moved in close and kissed his shoulder, then his neck, then his lips. Her hands explored his naked body, not too close, but close enough.

"Mother, are we going to-"

His question was answered.

That which had driven her to do this roared with triumph as did the voice in the back of her mind, her voice. The first spoke of another victim, another slave, another toy to use as she pleased and when. The second had similar thoughts. Sun was now all those things. And she'd never been scared of defeat until Sun arrived on the Paradise for the second time. Now, the one who could best her was twisted around her finger, forced into her, her child, her property, he was hers. Torn away from Lillie, Gladion, Hau, and anyone else who had encouraged his ugliness in the past.

Sun was overwhelmed. He wasn't scared, which was denying her a modicum of satisfaction. She wanted to get aggressive with him, hurt him, make him beg - but when the beast thought of doing those things Lusamine reined it in, taking that thirst to inflict pain and quenching it by guiding him over her body, letting him explore the same way she had. It was generosity.

The rest of the experience blended together into something sweet, something bitter. She had done it, her resolve had collapsed. When she had done this to Lillie and Gladion she wouldn't stop until she was satisfied, but Sun was different. The brief lapse in her conviction had created a gap in the monster's invasive consciousness, that told her to keep Sun safe, allowed her to regain control.

She became more gentle slowly, gradually easing Sun out of the act and relaxing him. It took an hour, but by the end of it, Sun was sleeping again, a look of peace on his face. Somehow... somehow it had been successful. Lusamine dressed herself again and left quietly.

Reaching her bedroom she fell onto her bed, bit a pillow, filling as much of her mouth as possible with it, and screamed. Tears ran down her face as she pounded the mattress, horrified by what she had allowed herself to do yet again.

She didn't sleep at all. All she had done was confirmed that she was still corrupt, still host to something terrible. Herself.