Homelands Pt. 06 Ch. 01

But Hank was Hank.

The things that man could do with his body defied reason. And he didn't always use his body. Or anything much resembling a body at all. Hands and mouths and various other appendages would appear from nowhere to assist them. Gravity looked the other way for him and his partner if Hank bid it to. To say nothing of what he could do inside her Libido.

That didn't make sex with him better. The connection she felt with Eric trumped all of Hank's bells and whistles. What it did mean, though, was that her son was only going to embarrass himself if he took his father's words too literally.

"Boy, doesn't that sound exciting," Gabriela said in complete monotone. "You know, ever since I was a little girl, I've had this secret fantasy. It involves being used for instructional purposes, just like a filthy blackboard. God, that'd be so hot."

That was the second time Nina giggled without Gabriela wanting to punch her pearly white teeth out. Even Hank chuckled a little.

"Sorry, pops," Eric said. "Guess my secrets will remain secret."

"Or maybe you'll just have to use me instead of her," Nina said. "I'my always glad to volunteer my body for a good cause."

Eric frowned. "If I just go ahead and concede that he's mastered all kinds of tricks that I can't even begin to imagine, can we stop talking like this?"

He got that from her, of course. Every now and then, someone like Wes went and bucked the trend, but the Moodys weren't generally known for their patience.

Not like the Fishers.

There was a reason no one, not even the Bravos, had challenged Hank's reign yet. These past few months, he'd been the only member of his clan with any kind of presence in Summer. But everyone knew that he had a couple cousins, who by this time likely accounted for several nieces and nephews as well. With any other family, their absence from court politics months after their house acquired the throne would mean that they could safely be written off. No one who knew them would dare make such an assumption of House Fisher, though.

"You give me too much credit," Hank said. "If there's anything that sets me apart from other men, it's not that I can do things they cannot." He raised a finger into the air. "Timing, my boy, is everything." Gabriela caught a twinkle in one of his emerald eyes. "Learn to hold off when they expect you to attack, and to press forth when they least expect it, and you won't need to use overwhelming force."

"Are we still talking about sex?" Eric asked.

"Does it make a difference?" Nina asked. She wrapped her hands around her brother's arm and smiled up at him, admiration plain on her face.

"What I want to know is," Gabriela said, trying yet again to navigate them into safer waters, "how you expect the rest of the Homelands to react when they learn you've flouted the norms regarding inbreeding."

"Oh, gosh," Nina said, draping a hand over her bosom, "I can't believe we didn't think of that!" She turned from Gabriela to her brother. "Hank, dear, whatever shall we do?"

And, just like that, Gabriela was back to wanting to see sheets of blood pour out of the woman's broken mouth.

"Obviously, the thought has occurred to you," Gabriela said with a forced calm. "I Wasn't implying that it hadn't. Just asking what your thinking was."

"You needn't worry about that," Hank said.

"But I am worried," Gabriela said. "Because something tells me that if there's any kind of blowback, you'll be the last one to get burned by it."

Her former husband smiled lazily at her.

Eric balled his hands into fists. No, not his hands. Just the one. And the angle of his forearm suggested that he wasn't preparing to throw a punch.

Every time she saw Eric hold that sword, Gabriela's heart sped up. Sometimes, it was out of fear that the blade would protect him no better than it had Alan, and that her son would suffer the same fate as his uncle had before him. Other times, it was the visual reminder of how similar her son was to the man who'd initiated her into the ways of their kind.

At the moment, it was more the former than the latter.

How many men had threatened Hank Fisher and lived to tell the tale? He didn't have the same short temper as his predecessor, thankfully, but the mere thought of what he'd done to his own father made her skin crawl. And, by Hank's own account, that had been fully a decade after the last time his father had laid a hand on him. Granted, his father had actually hurt him, whereas Eric was only fantasizing about doing so. But she didn't care to find out how much of a difference that made to the king.

Gabriela reached out and tapped her son's forearm.

"Lady Winter has been making fathers out of her sons for years," Nina said. "No one seems to be in any hurry to make an example out of her."

"Who?" Eric asked.

Gabriela had heard of the Matriarch of Winter a few times. Dani, she thought her name was. Or Daphne. Something along those lines. Jennifer would know. That mother of hers seemed to know who the movers and shakers were in every court in the Homelands, and had passed a lot of that knowledge on to her daughter.

"She's about as powerful as the first immortals, though, isn't she?" Gabriela asked. "Of course no one's said anything to her."

Hank scoffed. "She's strong, but not that strong." In a more somber voice, he added, "No one outside of the Eternal Garden or Shadowed Glade is."

"So maybe we need their protection," Eric said.

Hank seemed to find that incredibly amusing. No actual laughter escaped from his throat, but the look on his face made Gabriela's blood run cold. Unfortunately, he didn't see fit to explain why he found such humor in her son's remark.

All he said was, "There's nothing to worry about. Trust me."

Gabriela frowned.

"Anyway, how would you like a tour of the palace? Annie's done wonders with the place."

#

"Slow down!" Kurt called after his sister.

She laughed at him as she climbed higher and higher, her feathery wings pumping fast and strong. Was she not even the least bit tired? How did she do that?

Beneath them, Solopolis grew ever smaller. It almost looked like they were gazing down at a beautiful mosaic rather than the greatest city in all of creation. But Olivia had yet to give him a chance to truly savor the breathtaking sight. Every time he stopped to catch is breath and admire the wonders beneath them, she broke through another layer of clouds.

Drawing upon the reservoir of energy deep within him, which was getting a bit lower than he was comfortable with, Kurt closed the gap between himself and Olivia. Of course, as soon as he did, she zipped off again.

The game of cat and mouse only ended when she came to rest on a ledge jutting out from the mountain without a peak. By that time, all seven of the great cloud cities that made up the Eternal Garden lay beneath them.

Liv stood on tiptoes at the very edge of the outcropping, hands and wings folded behind her back, looking down. "Stunning, innit?"

"Yeah," Kurt agreed, resting a hand against the hard stone while he caught his breath.

"Can you believe just yesterday we were talking about going back to Summer?" she asked. "What would ever possess us to want to leave this paradise?"

"Are you mocking me?" he asked.

Their grandfather was doing his best to make up for a lifetime spent in the mortal world in a matter of days. He had them studying the history and culture and beliefs of their people, honing their powers, and, every morning and every evening, visiting the temple. His sister found it all dreadfully boring. Worse than that, actually. She'd probably go so far as to say that it was oppressive. That he was keeping an open mind about it all didn't seem to sit well with her. At least, it hadn't, last he'd checked.

A grin spread across her golden lips. "Why would I do that?"

"You've got to admit it's not all bad," Kurt said.

"Not all of it, no," she said, dancing about on the balls of her feet like a ballerina. One who wasn't standing on the edge of a cliff, at that.

She certainly seemed to be enjoying learning how to use their powers. Whatever else you might say about their grandfather, he made a great sensei. Or drill instructor. Or something. He might not have been the warmest individual, but under his tutelage, their talents were developing much more rapidly than they ever would have in Summer. Hers especially.

"Actually," she said, finally letting settling back to her heels, "that's kinda the problem."

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked.

His sister gave him an incredulous look.

Stepping closer to her, Kurt reached out and took one of Liv's hands in his. "I'm not going to run and tell grandpa you're being ungrateful, if that's what you're worried about."

She sighed. "I'm finally coming out of my cocoon, and it's the most amazing feeling ever. Yet, with that just starting to happen, it's soon going to be time for you to tell me that I shouldn't set foot outside the kitchen, the nursery, or the temple. Grandpa wants me to do my duty as a woman and get to birthing babies. I'm not going to be able to stretch my wings anymore. Not for many, many years."

"Oh, right," Kurt said. "That."

"Yeah," she said. "That."

"You don't have to, if you don't want to," he said. "Even Grandpa can't make you."

"Not technically, no," Liv said. Pressing her hands against her midsection, she added, "But he's already disappointed that my belly's still flat."

"I know," Kurt mumbled, staring at his feet.

"And you are too," she said.

"I didn't-"

With a single finger tucked up under his chin, she lifted his head back up and forced him to look her in the eye. Her irises had turned golden.

"Tell me you don't want me to," she said.

He said nothing.

"It's okay," she said, lowering her hand from his chin to his chest as she leaned closer.

He could feel the warmth radiating from her, repelling the cool mountain air.

"I want it too," his sister whispered.

Kurt's throat went tight. "You do?"

They'd discussed it before. In the heat of the moment. But after the sweat dried and the high faded, she always backtracked. She'd yet to provide a definitive no, but if she was on board with the plan, she was doing a good job of hiding it.

"Well, I do, and I don't," she said. "Some day."

That seemed reasonable enough.

"So we'll wait," Kurt said, running a hand through his sister's silky hair.

"Mom doesn't want to," Olivia replied. "Are you going to knock her up and not me?"

"I don't know, Liv," he said. "Have you seen what she's been like lately? I'm not sure I could refuse her if I tried."

"You could try, though."

He chuckled softly before kissing the top of his sister's head.

"It's like this place brings out both the best and the worst in us," she said.

True enough. Kurt had always prided himself on not being proud, paradoxical as that was. On being comfortable with who he was without needing to be anything more. But all they heard all day was how they were something more. They were sunlit. Even among the immortals, that made them special.

It had only been a few days, but that was enough. It was all starting to go to his head. And how could it not? They were in heaven, or the next best thing to it, and when they looked in the mirror, they saw angels looking back at them. The blood of the first immortals coursed through their veins. And not just a few drops of it either.

"Say the word and we'll leave," Kurt said.

"I can't," his sister replied.

"See? You're just as-"

"I can't bear the thought of you refusing to come with me," she said. "Nor the way you'd start to resent me if you did."

"That's not fair," he said.

She looked up at him, her eyes blue once more. "So let's go. Right now."

"Without even telling Mom?"

"That there?" she said. "That's an answer all by itself."

"Liv," he said.

She jerked away from him suddenly and turned her back on him. "Forget it, Kurt. I don't even know if I mean it. All I'm sayin' is, you seem really taken in by all this. Not that I can blame you. No one's trying to take anything away from you, or put another life inside you. I just wish you could be a little more understanding of what it's like for me."

He placed his hands on her shoulders, pulled her back against him, and bent down to kiss the back of her neck. He worked his way up to an earlobe, worrying at it gently.

Olivia moaned. The tension went out of her back. "You can't kiss your way out of this."

Yet he kept right on trying to do precisely that. And, no matter what she said, her Libido told him that it was working.

One hand left her shoulder, sliding around to cup her modest breast. Gently, his fingers pinched her nipple. Even through the thick, roughspun fabric of her tunic, he could feel his sister's nipple hardening.

"Kurt," she said, breathlessly. Despite her words, her hips began to rock back and forth. There was a "no" somewhere in there, if he cared to hear it. But there was a "yes" as well. Perhaps even a "please, don't stop."

"We belong here," he said. "Together."

"No," she moaned. "Summer is our home."

"I think this is my home," Kurt said, placing an open palm over her vulva.

"Fuck yes, it is," his sister said.

With that, he ripped her tunic off. She gasped in surprise and instinctively covered herself up. But when Kurt tried to lift her hands away, she offered no resistance.

He pulled his own tunic away, as though it were made of tissue paper. Then he laid his sister down on a bed of their discarded clothes and set to work pleasuring her. He took some time working his way to her treasure box, but he didn't draw the process out too much. He wasn't in the mood to tease. Her juices needed to be on his tongue, in his mouth, and rolling down his chin. The smell of her needed to pervade his nostrils. And, most of all, he needed to hear her moan, to feel her Libido swell.

"That's it, just like that," Liv whispered, bucking her hips rhythmically. She held his hair tight in her hands.

His tongue picked up its pace a little, and his sister gasped. She took a hand from the back of his head and slammed it on the hard stone beside her. "Yes, yes, right there. Oh, fuck, don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop!"

So, of course, he didn't.

And, less than a minute later, she exploded. Her juices thickened, growing creamy and sweet, as an intense orgasm set in. Her hips spasmed and her Libido emptied itself out into him. Or would have, if he'd have let it. The sudden rush of energy nearly scoured him away.

"God, you're just like Dad," his sister panted, her eyes closed and chest heaving.

Was that a compliment?

Of course it was. And to judge by her breathless tone and the way she was trying to push her pelvic bone into his jaw, it wasn't a modest one either.

The last time she'd told him that he was like her father, though, it had been anything but. Not two weeks ago, she'd been cheering him up after his girlfriend had dumped him. Only, his sister's idea of cheering him up seemed to consist mostly of telling him all the things he did wrong when it came to women. For starters, he let them walk all over him. That made meant that he'd be decent husband potential one day, years and years down the line, but girls his age, who were mostly looking to have fun, would never take him seriously.

Or so she'd said then.

"Sorry," Olivia said. Her blue eyes looked up at him and she dug the whitest teeth he'd ever seen into her full lower lip. "Shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay," he said, taking her hand in his.

A tentative smile rewarded him. "I try not to think about him. But it's hard."

"I know," Kurt said.

"He was," she began. The sentence trailed off into a sigh. "You're every bit as good with your tongue. And that's saying something, because that man could work wonders down there." For just a moment, the pigment in her eyes shifted and there was a glimmer of gold in them. "Sometimes, I forget how important that is."

That too was a compliment, of sorts. But the backhand on it stung a little.

Kurt climbed up on top of his sister and shoved his cock deep inside his sister without warning. It slid in easily, eased along by the slippery fluid she'd excreted. He was buried to the hilt before she had a chance to react.

"Oh, you little devil," Liv said, grinning. She wrapped her legs around him and took hold of his solid lats. "Looking to show me that you're no one trick pony?"

"Something like that," he said.

Their lips were locked a moment later.

His sister was truly an incredible kisser. Their mother was too, but sometimes he wasn't sure there'd still be a Kurt left when his mother was done with him. Olivia was playful and unpredictable, aggressive one moment and reserved the next. One thing Olivia never was, though, was overwhelming.

Abruptly, Kurt ended the kiss. He grabbed his sister's hair and yanked her head back. She shrieked as he did, but her cry died a moment later.

Glowing yellow eyes stared back at him as he fucked his sister harder than he'd ever fucked any woman before.