Homelands Pt. 07 Ch. 05

"Mmm, that just warms Mommy right up," Caronwyn said, holding her hands over her stomach. "I can feel your little babies swimming around inside me."

Cahill smiled lazily back at his mother, pretending not to have noticed the words she'd undoubtedly chosen quite carefully. The thought of planting a baby inside his mother terrified him, disgusted him, and excited him all at once.

If he was ever to be a father, there was no woman who deserved to bear his children more than Caronwyn. But that only meant that he would never be a father. They couldn't cross that line. His mother had just explained that to him. Not without drawing the queen's wrath, at any rate.

For a time, they lay beside one another, staring up at the sky while holding hands. But, of course, it wasn't long before they were at it again.

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Weeks passed. In that time, Cahill did his best to act uninterested in his mother wherever anyone might see, even as their training sessions became ever more physical. He made a point of visiting Teagan from time to time for no reason at all, and feigned stronger interest in Oona, Brittany, and Fiona than he actually felt. Which wasn't too difficult, as he was genuinely attracted to each of them. Had he never met his mother, never witnessed true perfection made flesh, he might well have been every bit as fixated on them as he was pretending to be. Especially Fiona. But, with the red goddess always in his thoughts, faking an obsession with the other did take some effort.

Particularly with Oona. The floral nymph was an incredibly attractive woman, to be sure. But Cahill's interactions with her were every bit as fleeting, and as strictly physical, as they'd been in the past. He rarely got to be alone with her either. She always had one of her sons with her. Sometimes Gallech too, on those rare occasions when his older brother didn't pounce on their mother the moment Cahill's training session ended.

In contrast, he grew ever closer to his sisters. The one he'd known for years started to open up to him more than ever now that he was truly a part of the clan, and the youngest Walker saw him as the only one who understood what it was like to feel like an outsider in Faerie while also being absolutely convinced that you'd finally come home. He genuinely enjoyed the time he spent with the two of them, even if his interest in his sisters was less romantic than he let on.

He almost wished he was more attracted to Brittany than he was. They seemed to be forming a real emotion bond, born not out of common interests or similar personalities, but shared experience. Back in what she still sometimes called the real world, Brittany had been the type of girl that he'd probably have been initially drawn to but would have quickly lost interest in. Her favorite activities were shopping and seeing what she could get guys to buy for her. She shared his love of the outdoors, but otherwise perfectly embodied everything he found off-putting about younger women. Now that they were struggling to find their place in Faerie, though, that didn't seem to matter so much. And, petty as it perhaps was, Cahill liked to know that he was needed. That he could be a source of comfort and reassurance for someone else just as Fiona had long been for him. And when Brit shared things with him that she wouldn't even tell her precious Finnie, well, that felt pretty good too.

Still, though he loved Brit no less than he did Fiona in his heart, his body refused to see the two sisters as equals. Fiona was the only woman he found almost, almost as attractive as his mother. Even she wasn't in the same league as Caronwyn, of course, but it wasn't so hard to imagine being as infatuated with his older sister as he was pretending to be.

There were even times that Cahill envied Seamus. For the most part, he was happy for the two of them, though he made a show of pretending to vie with his brother for Fi's affections. But he couldn't help feeling a tinge of jealousy every now and then. Could keep the charade from sometimes bordering on sincerity.

That wasn't anything he ever really felt towards Finnegan.

He didn't quite understand what his sister saw in their cousin. The guy struck Cahill as nice enough, but relatively boring. Maybe even a little vain, though he was so quiet that it was hard to tell exactly what he thought about much of anything. At least, around everyone besides Brittany, who swore that he never shut up when he was with her. All the same, while Cahill didn't quite get their connection, he was more amused than bothered by it. The passive-aggressive rivalry between him and his cousin was entirely artificial, unlike the tension that was developing between him and Seamus. Or, at least, it had nothing to do with any desire on Cahill's part to win Brittany away from Finnegan. If Arawn would just stop meddling in their affairs, Cahill would be content to devote all his romantic attention to Caronwyn and settle for a more casual relationship with Brittany.

Everything seemed to have settled into a stable, if less than ideal, equilibrium. He didn't hear from his father again, nor hear much about him. For all he knew, the prince was just as fooled by Cahill's act as everyone else was.

Then, one night, his eyes were forced open.

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When Cahill arrived at the grove Fiona usually occupied, he found his sister there, and Seamus too. Unsurprisingly. His brother was taking their sister from behind, his pale green skin glowing faintly in the moonlight. He wore neither his full-on green man look, with bark covering parts of his body and leaves for hair, nor his true form. Sweat-dampened brown hair clung to his scalp and the only reason his body was as hard as the trunk of a sturdy oak tree was because he was so trim and fit.

For her part, Fiona had tied herself up with thick, leafy vines. Every time she jerked her hips or gave a spasmodic kick of her legs, the trees shook. Their great boughs creaked as if mimicking her sighs. Sharing her ecstasy.

Part of Cahill was disappointed. He didn't really need another reminder of the fact that no one could satisfy their sister the way Seamus could. But at the same time, the beauty of the sight could not be denied. From the way Fiona, in the throes of ecstasy, marshalled the forest itself to her cause, to way his brother stared at their sister. Even Cahill was a bit intoxicated by the devotion and desire, admiration and affection, lust and longing, that was so evident there. He could only imagine how Fiona felt, looking up into her brother's handsome face and seeing that mix of emotions. And, unlike Cahill, who'd never had, and never intended to have, sex with his brother, Fi could read Seamus' Libido.

Not wanting to interrupt them, Cahill watched silently in shadow form until Fiona reached a powerful climax that caused Faerie itself to shudder. Seamus leaned down and kissed their sister first on the forehead then the tip of her nose and then her lips. As his brother slowly withdrew from inside Fiona and stood up, Cahill finally revealed himself.

Seamus regarded his younger brother coolly. He didn't say a word, just looked Cahill up and down. Then he let out a snort. A slight grin spread across his lips.

"All yours," he told Cahill with the flattest voice possible. "Be good to her," Seamus added before turning his back on his brother.

"Wait," Fiona said from the ground. One of her stood up, another remained where she was. "You don't get to decide that," she said, taking her brother's hand in hers.

Cahill could only imagine the confusion Seamus felt. Every time he'd signaled to Cahill that Fi was his and that there'd be trouble if the younger man tried getting in the way of that, their sister would take offense and remind the both of them that she belonged to no man. Seamus had gotten the message, it seemed, as this was the second time he'd chosen to immediately excuse himself from their sister's presence the moment Cahill showed up. But apparently that didn't sit too well with Fiona either.

Of course it didn't. She was madly in love with the dolt.

But poor Seamus must have been driving himself crazy, trying to make sense of their sister's actions. Why wasn't she doing more to discourage Cahill from trying to woo her away from Seamus? Was their younger brother just another lover to her, the way Finnegan was, or the way Brittany and Caronwyn were to him?

If Cahill knew the answers to those questions, he'd have gladly told his brother. He wanted to sit Seamus down and explain it all. To tell him that he didn't really need to worry. That Cahill was only trying to keep their father convinced that his son remained under the glamour that had prevented him from seeing Caronwyn's true beauty.

But he couldn't. That would defeat the purpose. For all he knew, their father would be listening. As he no doubt was whenever Cahill wasn't with his mother.

"I can be with both of you," Fiona added, her voice softening.

Seamus nodded.

So the lovely dryad led her green-skinned brother away, even as she beckoned the antlered one to join her on the soft bed of moss. And her two brothers forgot all about each other.

Cahill approached his sister slowly, staring at her intently. Her soft thighs were parted, granting him an unobstructed view of her beautiful pussy and the tuft of dark, curly hair that sat above it. She wore a coy smile on her face as looked up at him, drinking in his bare-chested form. He sensed her Libido pulse as her eyes ran over his chiseled abs and his broad shoulders, his stony face and his full head of thick, black hair.

As she studied him lasciviously, he did the same for her.

She was an incredibly sexy woman. Her broad hips, full thighs, narrow waist, and heavy breasts gave her an ultra-feminine, impossibly voluptuous figure that would have seemed absurd had he never met their mother. Fiona had a thicker waist than any other fey woman, but most mortal women would have envied it. Those fortunate few who'd have no cause to would lack the hips and bust that gave his sister an exaggerated hourglass figure.

"Got tired of Mom, huh?" his sister said.

Cahill almost tripped and fell on top of her.

"Relax, killer," she said, sweeping a lock of green hair away from her face. "Didn't mean anything by it." With a lazy smile, she added, "I know how important it is to you that not disappoint her. She thinks you've got a lot of potential."

He managed to avoid letting out a sigh of relief, but it was a close thing. Hopefully, if the prince was listening, he'd actually believe that Fiona hadn't had anything other than training in mind when she'd said that.

"You don't?" Cahill asked as he knelt before his sister.

She planted one hand on a broad shoulder before reaching up with the other to stroke his antlers. Using one of his favorite techniques, which he'd learned from her in the first place, against him, she turned a part of his body that shouldn't have been the least bit sensitive into a powerfully erogenous zone. He trembled, drawing breath sharply, as she ran her fingertips lightly over the bony protrusions.

She could get him off that way if she so chose. She'd proven as much a few times in the past. Any of their kind could, if she put her mind to it. But only Fi seemed to find it endlessly amusing to see him cum like that. Or perhaps she found it arousing. Maybe both.

"Oh, I'm sure she's right," his sister said. "Mother knows best."

She was only teasing him. Trying to make him feel insecure, so that he might be driven to prove her wrong. Which was undoubtedly the same game she was playing with Seamus. But even knowing that that was what she was up to, Cahill still fell for it.

"That she does," he said.

"I know," Fiona said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

The fingertips trailing lightly over his antlers started to deliver even more pleasure. Cahill felt almost crippled by the delightful sensation.

"You're the biggest stud Clan Walker has ever seen," she cooed.

His sister was staring at him with hunger and amusement, no doubt delighted by the ease with which she was paralyzing him. If he could have, he'd have kissed her smug smile away. But he couldn't. His lips weren't responding. Nor were his hands, or anything else. It was all he could do to keep from falling over.

Fiona raised her head up off the ground and leaned in close to his neck. Her breath was warm against his skin. It send a shiver down his spine, and that alone was nearly enough to finish Cahill off. "I know," she whispered almost inaudibly before nipping at his earlobe.

"Know...what?" he asked, speaking louder than he should have.

Fiona didn't reply. Just kept playing with his antlers and inflicting unbearable amounts of pleasure on his ear with her soft lips and warm tongue.

"What are you talking about?" Cahill asked between shudders. One hand finally made its way up to a heavy breast. His sister had stiff nipples, hard as diamonds. They weren't as much fun to play with as his mother's somewhat softer ones, but there was a unique appeal to them all the same. "Who says there's anything to know?"

"Course not," she said, giving his poor ear a brief respite. A soft thigh wrapped around his waist, drawing him in closer. Even with his pants on, he could feel the warmth of her sex as he bent down lower. "Nothing at all."

Cahill tried to protest further, but all he could do was gasp in both agony and ecstasy. He was powerless before the tree nymph's simple assault.

"Seamus sees it too," she said, punctuating each word with a flick of her tongue or a light nibble. "Don't believe his little act. He's no more threatened by you than you are in love with me." Suddenly, she added her teeth to the mix, biting down gently on Cahill's neck.

That did it. He made a mess in his pants.

Fiona smiled at him as he tried to catch his breath. His antlers lost their unnatural sensitivity and her hand fell away, settling on his other shoulder.

"What we don't know is why," she said. Though he was still breathing heavy, she pressed her lips to his in a sloppy kiss. After withdrawing, she added, "Who do you think you're kidding? And what does it matter?"

Rather than answering, Cahill kissed his sister. Deeply. Her soft lips yielded before his despite the fact that he was transparently dodging her question. The curiosity and self-satisfaction he'd failed to notice in his sister's Libido were easier to pick out now, but the dominant impression was still lust. She wanted him to know that she knew, and wanted to know what it was all about, but not half so badly as she wanted him inside her.

A few moments later, she got at least some of what she wanted.

"Mmmmnngh," his sister moaned as he pushed the full length of his enormous dick inside her. It was a groan of protest, but so too was it an expression of deep satisfaction. "You don't play fair," she added, breathlessly.

"That makes two of us," Cahill said.

For a moment, neither of them moved. He was all the way inside her, buried to the hilt, and there he remained. They stared into each other's eyes, speaking not a word. His sister's green irises seemed to give off light, so intense was her gaze. If that was meant to break his will, to cause him to forget about making love to her and instead choose to confess his secret, it didn't work. Reminded of just how beautiful his sister was, Cahill almost forgot that he was filling her warm pussy with his cock because he wanted to avoid conversation. When his hips started working, pulling his dick back a bit before slamming it back in, it was as much out of genuine lust as it was a determination to distract his sister.

"Fuck, yes, Kay," his sister panted. Her strong thighs gripped him tight and she dug her green nails into his shoulders. "Give it to me good, you jerk. You know I love that cock."

Harder and harder her fucked her. Fiona's juices were almost gushing out of her, she was so wet. The trees swayed and groaned as they had when Seamus was atop her.

"What's that?" Cahill asked. "Harder, you say?"

"Yes!" Fi howled. "Yes, yes, fuck YES!"

He was already slamming into her just about as hard as he could, despite how quickly he was moving, so he could only escalate his assault in some other way. Two came to mind. First, he added some girth to his dick. Cahill was nearly as wide of one of his sister's fists to begin with, but with a little effort, he grew thicker still. Second, he amplified her sensitivity, making sure that his every thrust filled her with more ecstasy than she could handle.

It didn't take long for her to burst. Warm ejaculate sprayed against his lower abs and her limbs flopped about like dead fish for a while before his sister's entire body went limp. He cautiously drained energy from her, taking care not to overdo it. As he did, he felt his brother drawing from Fi's well too. At least, he assumed Seamus had to be the reason that more of Fiona's energy left her than entered him.

Cahill kissed his sister softly. She reciprocated as best she could, but there wasn't much life in her. He almost felt guilty about that, but it would be a lie to say it didn't give him any satisfaction at the same time.

"No," Fi said as he started to pull out. The hands on his shoulders tightened. "Stay."

He hadn't planned on going anywhere, exactly, but he knew what she meant. His cock remained buried inside her warm pussy.

Wiping sweat-dampened brown hair aside, his sister said, "For the record, that is undeniably the right way to dodge a question."

Cahill smirked.

Giving herself a small nod, Fiona continued, "Yup. Anytime I ask you something you don't want to answer, either do the right thing and answer it, or do that. Because that was...yeah. Do that. Even if you do answer. Do that first."

"Duly noted," he said, planting a soft kiss on her nose.

Fi plucked a leaf of fresh spearmint and popped it in her mouth before offering him one. He nodded and opened wide, letting her place the leaf inside for him.

Glancing around, Cahill noticed that the plant from which the mint had come was just one of many new ones that had appeared while they'd made love. Somewhere not far away his brother was tending to their sister's needs as well, but that didn't keep Cahill from taking credit for the dramatic impact of his sister's orgasm on the land.

"Now," Fiona said, running her hand through his hair, "tell me what you're up to."

Cahill kissed her nose again. Then her forehead.

Before he could get a third kiss out, she tightened the grip of her thick thighs around his waist. He felt like a walnut pinched between the metal arms of a nutcracker.

"Okay, okay," he said.

"Good boy," Fiona replied.

"But there's something I need to do first."

His sister's eyes narrowed.

"No, seriously," he said.

She sighed and released him. Her feet came to rest on the soft ground beside them and her legs spread apart. Cahill kissed his sister a few times before standing up.

He wasn't sure he could make it work. His mother had been teaching him how, but it was one of the more complicated glamours they'd worked on. But it wouldn't hurt to try.

His sister's beautiful face frowned, but she seemed to immediately understand what kind of glamour Cahill was attempting. And of course she did. Their mother was the only one powerful enough to wrap herself in it permanently, to bury the glamour beneath her skin with those beautiful tattoos, but surely his sister had worked with the temporary version before. He felt her join his efforts, easing the task of casting a layer of protection over them.

"Kay," she said slowly.

A gossamer web surrounded them, bathing them in soft light. It wouldn't only prevent anyone who stood nearby from hearing them, but also block any glamours that might have been used to spy on them from afar. That last part was what made it so tricky, it turned out. Denying the physical senses was easy.