Homelands Pt. 09 Ch. 06

Now, he knew the truth, though. She had a weak spot. Him. Perhaps he should have felt bad about his intention to ruthlessly exploit that, but he didn't. Not in the least.

"I'm still trying to-" she began.

The rest of the sentence was lost. Replaced by a scream of pure pleasure. An intense orgasm had erupted within her, brought on by nothing in particular.

While her lips were still flushed, pupils dilated, and eyelids fluttering, Cahill quickly undressed her. His own hands remained on her back and hip while a half dozen invisible ones pulled at the cobwebs her clothes had suddenly become.

He took a moment to behold her glory. And regretted disintegrating her camera.

The woman standing naked before him might or might not bear much resemblance to the Liadan he remembered on the inside, but she looked every bit as good on the outside. Better, actually. Having purebred children had made her even more attractive, just as it had his mother and his sisters. She'd always been pretty, but she was now close to obnoxiously so. Those lips were fucking amazing. Her figure had always fascinated him, too, a mix of hard muscle and soft curves. That delightful dichotomy had deepened. Her legs were two of a kind. He couldn't wait to lay eyes on her bare ass, which he gathered had grown considerably bigger. Too big, perhaps, but there were worse things. Meanwhile, her waist had come in a little. It wasn't teeny-tiny, but with hips and legs like hers, he hardly noticed.

Her breasts might even have grown a bit bigger. He didn't notice at first, because her best parts were all a bit south of there, but he wasn't sure he remembered them being quite so full. Not that it mattered. Whatever size they'd been before, they were fabulous now.

"You don't play fair," she said, guiding him down to one of those beautiful breasts.

He really didn't.

She'd cum three times before he even laid her down on the grass. Only one of her climaxes had been particularly intense, but even so, she was getting overwhelmed. He could feel it. Beneath the excitement and lust, which were plenty prominent, he detected an undercurrent of anxiety bordering on panic. She was powerless before him and she knew it.

It wasn't easy resisting the urge to take his time getting reacquainted with her body. Comparing every curve to those held in his memory. But slow seduction left room for coherent thought. And that he would not abide.

He did give her the full body treatment. There was no way he was going to neglect any part of her, from her pretty feet to her strong back to her pointy ears. But his efforts lacked sophistication and nuance. He bombarded her with pleasure, sensitizing everything to the max and inducing one quick orgasm after another after another.

Towards the end, Cahill did slow down some. He had to. Her sheer beauty demanded it. He loved the way her pink inner labia contrasted with her purple outer ones. The dark triangle sitting above it, pointing down to her treasure, as well. Her juices had the nicest note of blueberries lurking beneath the surface.

"Still the best," she said, raking her nails through his hair and lifting her hips up off the grass to chase his tongue. "If we stayed here like this until---oh, oh, OH!"

As the intensity of her ecstasy eased, her hips dropped back down. She closed her eyes, drew a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. Her beautiful brown breasts rose and fell. "Not gonna let me finish a single sentence are you?" his aunt asked at last.

"Just did."

"Mighty kind of you."

Naturally, that was when he knelt between her legs and ravaged her with his monster cock. To her evident delight and torment.

Hours passed before he let up for any significant amount of time. He fucked her pussy and her ass, often at the same time, and bathed her in fairy fire and cum. He guided her through a dozen of rapid fire mini orgasms, then denied her the release she craved for so long that it nearly killed her when it came. She actually bit her tongue off at one point, though it hadn't taken her more than a panicked instant to rectify things. He made love to her with his mouth and his hands, and a few extra of each for good measure. He wore two bodies. Three. Four. Had her pleasure herself while he took one Liadan from behind. She pleasured him with her feet more skillfully than some women could with their hands. Or mouths. And the things she did with her mouth made him forget his own name.

Along the way, Cahill drained a great deal of energy from the former Faerie princess. Fed a decent amount to her too, if not nearly as much as he took. But that wasn't the point. In fact, he almost lost sight of the fact that there was one. Under different circumstances, he'd have gladly lost himself in her for days on end.

But eventually it all came back to him.

"Whatever you're after, I'm happy to give it," she panted. "Anything you want. Just promise me you won't make me wait years before experiencing that again."

Cahill kissed her full lips. Again. And again. Sweeping a lock of damp hair away from her face, he finally said, "I don't make promises anymore."

Which wasn't really true. He made promises to his mother and to his children all the time. Some big, most small, and all sincere even though nothing supernatural bound him to them. Liadan didn't need to know that, though. He could lie all he wanted now.

That one barely even made his head hurt.

"Hmph."

"But I'll see what I can do," he said. "Might be I don't love the idea of going too long without kissing those soft lips of yours again myself."

"But no promises."

He shook his head.

"Guess that'll have to do, then," she said, with disappointment he wasn't sure was entirely feigned. "So. What do I owe you?" his aunt asked, sliding her palm over his stubble.

"Nothing," Cahill replied.

A wan smile. Day-um, she was beautiful. That complexion, like coffee with just a bit of cream. Those lips, so full and dark and glistening. That cute nose and those big, dark eyes, nearer to black than brown. "Really," she asked, sarcasm thicker in her voice than the amalgamated accent had ever been.

"Some of us just like sex," Cahill replied. "Don't need an ulterior motive."

"Uh huh. You forget who you're talking to?"

Cahill feigned confusion. "I thought you said that woman no longer exists."

"She doesn't. But I remember how this game is played." She wrapped a luscious thigh around his waist and pulled him back on top of her with a smooth motion. While lining his cock up to enter her warm hole once again, she said, "I'm going to say yes. I really am. So you might as well just spit it out and let us get started on round two."

His eyes drifted off towards the horizon.

Liadan let out the most indignant sigh. "Fuck my mother and fuck her Hunt."

"Her what?"

His aunt snickered. "Supposedly that sounded a little something else, didn't it?"

Cahill slipped a few inches into her welcome hole then pulled right back out. Slapped her swollen clit with his shaft a couple times, then plopped back onto the grass at her side.

"You've picked up a right mean streak," the onetime Lady of Mischief said.

He kissed her cheek. Softly. Sweetly. Without doing anything unfair to her Libido. Then, at long last, he came out with it. "I want you to leave Faerie and all its affiliated territories. And, if you can, I want you to convince your siblings to do the same."

The brown beauty said nothing.

"I don't care where you go. Long as it's outside your mother's jurisdiction."

"You think she's going to hurt us?" she asked, looking both confused and concerned. And maybe just a little touched that he'd care.

"No," he said dismissively. "Well, anything's possible with her. You know that as well as I do. But the goal is for you to hurt her, with your absence."

Almost without any hesitation, Titania's daughter said, "I've heard worse ideas."

Cahill raised an eyebrow at her. "Really?"

She laughed. It was a beautiful sound. Musical. "If you want, I can make it more difficult. Don't want to disappoint you by giving in too quickly."

"I'll get over it."

"If this is your idea of no-promise-but-do-my-best," she began, amusement dancing in her Libido, "I've got news for you, Bub. Your best sucks."

Well, he couldn't argue with that. If she went far, far away from Faerie, there'd be no telling when he'd see her again. Or if he would.

"How about you come back to my place for a little while? Make it a long, slow goodbye?"

Cahill looked up in the sky. The sun was approaching its zenith. They'd used up the better part of the morning already. If he went and spent the rest of the day with her at her place, the way she had his before he'd awoken, he'd be away from his family for a very long time. And shortly after returning, it would be time to join the Hunt again.

Which wasn't to say he felt no temptation.

He remembered the way she'd sprayed fried rice all over his bed. And the cute expression of guilt and embarrassment that had appeared on her face the moment after.

Who did Liadan think she was, being so damn hot?

"C'mon," she said. "I'd like you to meet my kids." As if only just remembering who the father of them was, she added, "Your brothers and sister."

"I'd like that," he allowed.

"So? How bout it?"

He drew a deep breath. Kissed her quickly, barely puckering his lips. Then exhaled.

"You can't," she said. The devastation didn't show too much on her face, but her Libido went from a steady if gentle roil to a dead calm. "Of course, not. I already agreed to help you poke my mother in the eye. So why would you?"

"It's not like that," he said, taking her hand in his. Seeing the reaction he'd caused hurt more than he cared to admit. More than his mother ever needed to know. "A long, slow goodbye sounds perfect. I just don't want to be away from my family that long."

She slapped him. "Is that all you're worried about? You jerk."

"Some of us like our mothers," he said, laughing. To judge by her reaction, one might think that was unheard of. "Rather a lot."

Liadan rolled her eyes. "I know you do. And you've no reason not to. I'm not saying you-" She cut herself off abruptly, shaking her head. "There's a simple fix for that. Same one you used to make this an issue in the first place."

It took him a moment to realize what she meant. Then he felt like an idiot for not thinking of it himself. For not having gone that route to begin with. He needn't have spent more than a few minutes away from his family, if he'd planned things better. But at least he'd only add a few more minutes to the tally, even if the two of them got as carried away with themselves as he figured they were about to.

He nodded.

"Yeah?" she asked, sliding a slim finger down his chest. The blue sparks trailing behind delighted him every bit as much as the pleasure they carried with them. "Forgive a girl for thinking a little enthusiasm might be nice."

So Cahill crawled atop her and pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her hard, sucking at her Libido. Energy vapors passed from her to him, though she was nowhere near climax.

"Let's go introduce them to their older brother," he said when he let up.

Liadan smiled at him. Without a hint of mischief.

#

They arrived at the brick home she shared with Arawn and their three children. It looked like four adjoined diamonds and probably boasted at least seven thousand square feet. The three acre lot was beautifully landscaped, containing several patios, gardens, and an arboretum. The latter featured a marble fountain and hedges shaped like satyrs and centaurs, in addition to all the proud oak, ash, and thorn trees.

Cahill waited outside while Liadan went in and told Arawn he was relieved of child care duties. A few short minutes later, she waved to him through one of the bay windows.

He wasn't sure what he'd expected. But it wasn't this. Their home was bright and inviting. The rooms were large and well lit, and though the furnishings were luxurious, the place looked lived in. Comfortable even. It expressed a unique style that was equal parts his and hers, with black and white photographs, mostly of trees in blossom, hanging alongside various flutes and pipes on the walls.

"Who's he?" asked a young boy, clinging to Liadan's leg.

"That's your brother. Cahill," she said. "Can you say hi? Tell him your name?"

The boy frowned.

"Well, half-brother," Cahill said. "Different mother."

"So not my brother," came the reply. The boy had a complexion nearly as dark as his mother's, thick black hair, fine features, and green eyes. He would break hearts left and right when he grew up. "Mommies are what matter," he added, looking up at his.

Cahill laughed. "True enough."

"Your father's much better with them than you might think," Liadan told Cahill with a frown. She gave her son's luxurious locks a good tussle.

"I wouldn't know what to think," he cut in.

She continued as if he hadn't interjected. "But he's determined to make sure they hew close to our beliefs and customs. That they not pick up too many mortal views."

In spite of what he'd just said, Cahill thought that sounded exactly like his father. There was no more rabid a partisan of the fey than Arawn.

No one more eager to signal their loyalty to Titania.

And to think, he'd been starting to feel something like pride for the man. Pleased to see that his father was providing well for the woman who loved him more than he deserved. Was their mother an eternal presence in this house? When Arawn made love to his sister, did she ever believe it was actually her he was with?

"Is Daddy back?" a little girl asked, running into the room from down the hall. She had skin exactly like her mother's, though she too had green eyes. "Oh. You're not my Da-Da," she said, raising her doll up to block half her face.

"Shall we try again?" Liadan asked Cahill conspiratorially. As if the children couldn't still hear her perfectly well. "Eryn, honey, why don't you introduce yourself?"

Unlike the boy still clinging to her leg, the girl did so. She advanced toward him slowly, her steps tentative, then she lowered the doll and said, "I'm Eryn. What's your name?"

"Cahill," he replied.

"He's Faron," she said, pointing at her brother with a finger that would have poked him in the neck if it had but traveled another inch or two. "He's a poopy-head."

"Am not!" Faron replied.

Without acknowledging the fact that he'd spoken in any way, Eryn added, "And he doesn't like stwangers. Or little sistuhs. Or anyone who isn't Mommy."

"Don't let anyone tell you that's a bad thing," Cahill said to the little guy. He reached a hand out, as if to touch his shoulder, but noticed the preemptive recoil and stopped short. "'Mommies are what matter.' Or so I've heard."

Faron did not appreciate the reference. But Liadan smiled.

"And are you Daddy's little princess?" Cahill asked Eryn.

"Nooo," she said, blushing. "Maybe. Nevuh calls me a pwincess."

Another point for Arawn.

"I was thinking Chinese for dinner," Liadan told her kids, sneaking a glance at Cahill out of the corner of her eyes. "Whaddaya guys think about that?"

"It's not even lunch time," Faron informed his mother. "A-duh!"

"Good point," she replied. "Why don't you go ask your brother what he wants for lunch."

"Gwilled cheese," Eryn said. "All Owyn evuh wants if gwilled cheese."

"Would you like to help me make them?" Liadan asked her daughter.

So the two girls went into the kitchen and started buttering bread. Meanwhile, Faron took the opportunity to go annoy his little brother, apparently unconcerned that their mother no longer needed any culinary input. For his part, Cahill plucked their home out of North Carolina and flung it as far away from the Dreaming as he could, where time would flow more quickly. That way, they could spend hours and hours without any significant amount of time passing back in the Dreaming. Or even Savannah.

Owyn didn't speak a word, even to his mother, for more than an hour after he first appeared. But he slowly warmed up to the stranger in his house. Cahill thought that was mostly because Eryn thought he was okay. The younger boy seemed as dependent on his sister as the older one was their mother. It was positively adorable.

After a while, the two of them lost interest in him though. They politely excused themselves and retreated to their bedrooms. And their toys.

Faron, on the other hand, refused to leave his mother alone with the intruder. He might not know what games the grown-ups would play with each other when nap time eventually rolled around, but he seemed to understand perfectly well that that this man who wasn't his father was drawing a great deal of his mother's attention. And looking at her funny. Whatever that meant, it was clearly not okay.

In its own way, that too was also adorable. But Cahill was still relieved when the boy fell asleep on the couch while watching cartoons.

After draping a blanket over her son, Liadan took Cahill by the hand and led him into the master bedroom. The door closed itself behind them and she sealed the room off so no sounds would escape. But a mirror divided itself into three parts, each granting a view of one of her children, so she could still keep an eye on them.

"I don't think Faron likes me very much," he said as Liadan began slipping her tank top up over her head. "He's awfully protective of you."

"There's nothing awful about that," she said, turning her attention to his own top.

"True," Cahill agreed.

She kissed him. Furtively, at first, but then followed that up with a slower one. Then an even more generous slice of sweetness. Her soft lips felt better than good, and he was hard enough to drive nails before she added any embellishments to the kiss.

Suddenly, Cahill pressed his hands against her hips and gave a good shove. That sent her flying back onto the bed, and an amused laugh passed through her lips.

"Running out of patience, are we?" she asked.

Cahill dismissed the rest of her clothes.

"Mmmm," she purred, parting her legs slightly.

The way he pounced on her, one might think Cahill hadn't spent several hours making love to her just a little earlier that very day. Perhaps he was making up for lost time.

He wanted to explore her entire body. Suck on her toes and sink his teeth gently into the not-quite-solid-but-hardly-soft cheeks of her enormous ass. Massage the thick muscles of her long legs and strong back. Nibble at her purple nipples and tongue-fuck her gently protruding hip bones. But he was in no mood for slow seduction. Her beautiful pussy called to him, and he answered.

"Oh. Oh my," Liadan panted, her thighs pressed against his ears and both of her hands on the back of his head. "That's...right there...."

Her first orgasm arrived shortly after his tongue made contact with her stiff clitoris.

But she put up a hell of a fight from that point on. Not because she was trying to guard her energy, Cahill didn't think, but because she wanted to enjoy his ministrations as long as she could before being overwhelmed.

The polite thing to do, then, would probably have been to slow down. But instead he redoubled his efforts. Because he wasn't interested in polite. He wanted to hear her scream.

And scream she did, though not for a long time.

She showed surprising resistance. Pale green flames first appeared atop her breasts then soon spread to cover her entire body, delivering unthinkable pleasure as they burned. That alone would have brought lesser women to climax in relatively short order. Meanwhile, he gently licked her labia with one tongue, assaulted her little lady with another, and seduced her brown eye with a third. Rounding it all out, the tips of fingers that faded away into nothing below the second knuckle danced atop the spongy flesh of her G-spot. All this, she endured for nearly twenty minutes before exploding.