Blessed Ch. 01-02

"Relax? I can help him relax," Gabby says quickly, with a sudden and very wicked gleam in her eye that inexplicably gets Kit's blood racing.

"No, Mother has made it clear she wants Kit to rest," Grace says pointedly. "Now that you two are back from riding, you can help me in the kitchens and the wine cellar."

"We'll just nip back to our rooms and change into something more comfortable," Gabby says hopefully, but Grace shakes her head, clearly suspicious about something.

"You can come as you are. Let me just get Kit situated, and we can all go downstairs together."

"Seven Devils, you're no fun," Gabby says under her breath. Eva, for her part, looks strangely relieved. Kit is confused, but waits until he is at the door to his rooms with Grace beside him and the other women left standing in the middle of the hall.

"What just happened?" he asks quietly.

Grace smiles enigmatically. "In due time, dear brother." She unlocks the door and hands him the key. "Settle in, take a nap, take a bath, whatever. Just rest. Someone will come and find you when the festivities are about to start."

With that, Grace gathers up her sisters and departs, leaving Kit uncertain and off-balance.

2.

Kit steps into the suite, closing the door behind him. Alone, truly alone, no servants or bodyguards in sight, for the first time in years. He looses a long, loud sigh and surveys his surroundings. The room is large, tastefully appointed, but shows more of his mother's personality than his own. None of his childhood belongings were transferred out of his old room and into this one. It's nice, albeit a bit stuffy.

His bags are stacked in the middle of the room. He opens a few, rummaging through them, finds what he is looking for, and withdraws a jaggedly cut blue crystal which he sets in the fireplace. A muttered word of power and the crystal comes to life, glowing pale blue, radiating cold energy, lowering the temperature in the room.

Kit checks the doors extending out from the main room, finding a spacious bedroom, a cozy study, a huge bathing room, and a few closets for servants and supplies. It's actually smaller than his apartments in the Scarlet City, but Kit likes it anyway.

He slips off his coat and unbuckles his sword belt, leaving both in the bedroom. He spends a little while unpacking some things and rearranging the layout of the rooms to suit his own taste and preferences.

When he is satisfied, he strips off the rest of his clothes and pads naked into the bathing room. It's a large space, all cold marble and gold fixtures. There is a shallow rise in the center of the room that descends into a deep, expansive tub, large enough to hold a half dozen people. Kit gestures. The fixtures come on, and hot water begins to fill the tub.

While the water level rises, Kit approaches the mirror and contemplates a shave. It has been several hours since his spare ablutions before leaving the ship, not long enough to really change his appearance, but he scrapes his cheeks and throat anyway.

Finished, he stretches his tired muscles and climbs into the tub, almost groaning as his body sinks into the steaming water. With tasks done, soaking in the bath, his mind is finally free to wander over the events since his arrival.

His mother and sisters are acting strangely. This much he knows, even after his long absence. Gabby used to tease him, but she was practically flirting with him in the hallway. Grace kept finding ways to push her breasts into him. And his mother? Standing that close to her actually made him hard. Just thinking about that moment has him hardening again. He should be ashamed. But he is not. He is... intrigued.

Kit lays back, stretching his arms behind him along the edge of the tub, eyes closed.

He feels a thrum of power nearby and sits up, just as the door to the bathroom opens. Instantly alert, Kit curses himself for a fool for leaving his sword on the bed. He spins, the water swirling around his waist, ready for anything, except what he sees.

Serana Daramour stands in the doorway, smiling slightly, green eyes glinting. She wears a long, thin robe that glimmers in the glowlights from above, light gray and silver.

"Mother," Kit says in surprise, "what are you doing here?" The words escape his mouth before he realizes how impertinent they are.

She doesn't seem to mind. Serana glides into the room on bare feet. Her full breasts cause the fabric of her robe to sway and shimmer. "When you were very little," she says, "bathing you was one of the few things I had time to do with you."

Kit settles back into water, curious but relaxed. He has dim memories of his mother bathing him, but that stopped before he was old enough for schooling.

Serana flutters her fingers and her elaborate coif collapses, falling in a dark cloud around her pretty face. Her fingers next toy with the tie of her robe. "I thought we might get reacquainted after all this time with a little soap and water." The knot is pulled and with a shrug, Serana's robe falls to the floor.

Kit gasps, looking up at perfection.

Serana's body is flawless, a work of art. Feminine and curved, but well-muscled and powerful as well. Her breasts are large even for her frame, but fit her perfectly, and stand high and proud on her chest despite having nursed more than a dozen children. Her nipples are large and pink, turning red as they harden in the warm air of the bathing room. A narrow waist with a cute little belly button widens out into broad hips and muscular thighs that frame a pair of beautiful pink lips. A neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair adorns her pretty mound. Even her knees are gorgeous. Her calves well defined, her feet manicured and rather petite for a woman of her stature.

Kit vaguely remembers seeing his mother nude when he was a small boy, but he was too young for that to have impacted him in any way. Now, however, he feels blood engorging his dick, thickening his rod and causing it to rise up and out of the water to stand proudly between his legs.

"Oh, darling," Serana says as she approaches the edge of the tub. "Every inch of you is so, so beautiful." She dips a toe into the water and slides into the bath with barely a ripple. The water rises past Kit's waist, still leaving the top of his erection visible, while it laps at Serana's belly, obscuring but not hiding her pink treasure.

Her perfect, huge breasts sway hypnotically, drawing Kit's eyes and attention. He feels his dick throbbing between his legs.

Serana approaches her son with a smile on her full lips and a sway in her hips that causes the water to swish. She circles her son, who watches her in the manner of a deer eyeing a hungry wolf, half afraid and half anticipating. Serana reaches out and traces two fingers along Kit's shoulder and then along the back of his neck. Kit shivers with lust and uncertainty.

He feels a flicker of power and then a bar of soap is pressing against his other shoulder. The soap, his mother's hand upon it, glides down across his collarbone and over a pectoral. Serana moves in against him, and Kit feels her full naked breasts press against his back with exquisite softness. Her mound likewise presses against his taut buttocks.

Her breath washes against the back of his neck. His neck hairs stiffen. His cock throbs. "Mother, what is happening?"

"I'm washing you, sweet baby boy," she says with a whisper. The soap skims across his skin, while her free hand caresses his arm and chest and abdomen. He starts as he realizes she is going lower, and groans as her long fingered hand wraps around the top half of his engorged dick. "All of you."

She kisses an earlobe. Her tongue washes along his jawline. "Why?" he manages to gasp, as her hand slides up and down his length.

"We are directly descended from the Twelve Gods themselves," she says, voice still low. "Our morality is not the morality of mortals. Our ancestors are gods who lay with goddesses, brothers with sisters. The Thunderer fertilizes his mother the Earth whenever he brings the life-giving rains. So it is with us, the Blessed."

His cock throbs in her hand. Precum squeezes from the crown. He stands motionless, agonizing with pleasure and want and need.

"Do you want this, Kit? Do you want to be with me?"

In answer he pulls away. She gasps in surprise and sudden dismay. But he spins on his heels and grabs her, crushing her to his chest, water surging around them. Serana melts against her son's muscular body. "Oh, Kit," she has the breath to say before he presses his lips against hers and clumsily kisses her, his enthusiasm making up for his lack of technique.

Her lips are full and soft against his own, her breath sweet as he breathes her in. Her lips part, and her tongue darts out to taste him. It forces his own lips open and dives into his mouth, dueling and playing with his. Kit's blood boils with lust. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined this moment, and yet now that he is here, it couldn't feel more natural.

His arms wrap around her, pulling her close, while her own arms enfold him, her hands coming to rest on the back of his head and threading through his hair. Kit's strong hands glide along her back, down to her narrow waist. On instinct he reaches beneath the water to trace the contour of her buttocks, enjoying their curvature and solidity and flexibility.

Kit's cock throbs against his mother's belly.

The water swirls around them, one or both of them unconsciously manipulating it. Waves rise, carrying water over the lip of the tub. Some of it splashes on the lovers, making their flesh slick and slippery.

Kit has never felt anything as amazing and awe-inspiring and lovely as his mother's perfectly formed body. He loves the press of her full breasts against his chest, the way her stomach gives against his rampant rod, the way her buttocks squeeze between his fingers. The taste of her on his mouth, the fervor with which she kisses him.

They break for breath, both of them gasping, Serana's green eyes blazing. Her cheeks are flushed, pupils dilated.

"I don't believe I have ever been so enthusiastically kissed," Serana says with a throaty laugh. And then they are kissing again. Her hands roam all over his body, feeling him, measuring him, examining the hardness of his form and the strength of his muscles. She grabs his ass as well, loosing a lusty giggle as her hands grip him tightly and knead.

"Have you ever kissed a girl before?" she asks during another brief break, and his flushed cheeks confirm her suspicion. She smiles, clearly delighted, and bestows fluttering kisses on his eyes and nose and lips. "I hoped I would be your first, but I dared not believe I would be your first in all things."

Kit's mind, already off-kilter, cannot quite process this information. "Hoped?"

She shakes her head, a damp strand of dark hair plastered to her high cheekbone. "Time for questions later, my sweet. All will be explained. But now, I want you."

She takes his hands in hers and places them upon her large, heaving breasts. "I want your hands upon me," she says. Kit groans. If he thought her ass was amazing, he has no words for her breasts. Full and soft and high and proud; too large for one hand to cover, with hard nipples digging into his palm. Skin softer than silk.

Her hands drop to his waist and converge on his proud, erect appendage. Fingers glide across his length and cup his large, swollen testicles. "I want you inside me," Kit's mother says, low and husky.

Kit tightens his grip on her breasts involuntarily as his cock throbs in her grip. He lunges forward, finding her lips again. This time he is the one thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He kneads her breasts roughly, but she releases his cock and grabs his hands gently, directing him to ease his hold. He is over excited, clearly, eager to please but completely clueless as to how to act.

He's running on instinct. But her touch reminds him of who she is; not merely his mother, but the ruler of the province. Not merely the most important person in his life, but the most important person in this part of the Empire. And he is pawing her as if she were some common street whore. He forces himself to slow down. To breathe. To focus on her. He can't let her down. He must show himself to be a warrior, a man worthy of her attention and regard. He is not the callow youth who left this island a decade ago. He is a captain in the Imperial army. He is a Blessed.

Serana senses her son' apprehension. With a motherly smile, she puts her hands on his shoulders and pulls him close, crushing him against her large breasts. She makes soothing sounds and gently caresses the back of his head.

"Relax, darling," she says, almost cooing. "There is literally nothing you can do wrong. Your happiness is my happiness. Your pleasure increases my pleasure." She releases him and kisses him softly on the lips. "But still, I think we should slow down a little bit. Here, let me wash you as I promised." The soap reappears in her hand, as well as a cloth.

Kit steps back and watches as his mother proceeds to scrub him clean. Her hands glide across his shoulders, his arms, his pectorals. She makes little approving sounds as she caresses his muscles. She intersperses those caresses with little kisses on his lips or, when the soap is washed away, whatever part of his body has just been cleaned.

His mother's body glistens as she works, shining with water and suds. Full and rounded and powerful with female muscularity, she is a goddess herself. Serana's heavy breasts sway with each little movement, hard pink nipples pointing like arrows at him. The water swirls around her hips as she glides around her son.

All the while, his own fullness throbs with need between his legs. She doesn't ignore it, but neither does she pay much attention to it, only occasionally nudging or bumping it, causing his engorged cock to bounce up and down and squeeze out a huge dollop of precum each time.

She makes him lie on his back and float with arms outstretched so she can wash his legs, lingering on his strong thighs and well defined calves. His dick bobs hungrily as he floats, stretching up past his navel. At last, with his legs and feet washed, with him still floating, she comes up between his thighs and gently washes his swollen balls.

"So full," she says appreciatively. The warm, soapy cloth glides across his sensitive cock, which throbs in response. "So hard," she says. "Have you ever been this hard in your life, darling?" she asks.

"No, Mother," Kit says with a gasp. He's not sure why he hasn't shamed himself by erupting already.

"You look ready to plunge that powerful weapon deep inside me," she says huskily. She drags the cloth across him, causing his cock to rise up towards her. The cloth is tossed aside and her long, delicate fingers once more close around him. His hard, hot, throbbing cock seems to grow even more so within the cage of her fingers. Precum is pooling on Kit's abdomen as it drips from the engorged head.

Kit finds his feet once more, pulling himself gently from his mother's grip. They embrace, lips seeking lips, tongues dueling one another.

"Let us," Serana gasps, "let us retire to the bedroom." She pulls herself away from her son and climbs the steps out of the tub. Water cascades down her perfect form. Kit is momentarily dumbstruck by the way her waist narrows down and suddenly broadens at her hips, framing a full and springy and delectable ass that he has to sudden urge to kiss and nibble and squeeze.

At the top, Serana pauses, looking over her shoulder and down at her son. "Are you coming, darling?" With a subtle wave of her hand, the water ripples off her sculpted form, flowing in rivulets to pour back into the tub, leaving her dry almost instantly. She doesn't wait for a reply, striding purposely out of the bathroom.

Kit scrambles up and out of the tub, dripping. Over her shoulder, Serana gestures again, and the water slides off of Kit's body. He feels refreshed, invigorated, and very aroused.

Kit follows his mother into the bedroom, arriving just as she is climbing into his large, four poster bed. His sword and clothes are floating away, landing with amazing precision upon the desk and chair on the other side of the room.

Naked and gorgeous, his mother lays across his bed, one hand cradling her head, her luscious legs crossed and all but hiding the treasure between her legs. With her free hand she beckons to him. "Come, my darling boy, and love your mother."

The mattress sags under his weight as Kit climbs into bed. Serana glides into the middle to give him room. Her large breasts flatten out a bit across her chest as she lies back, arms and legs open to receive her lover, her son.

A riot of emotions courses through Kit. Shame, anxiety, fear, lust, love, hope, joy; all swirling through him, making his stomach swim and his head hurt. But it is the hard, throbbing muscle between his legs that does most of the thinking for him as he clambers over his mother to kneel between her outstretched legs.

She shivers in anticipation, causing her heavy breasts to jiggle. A broad smile parts her full lips. "Are you ready, baby? Are you ready to take me?"

"Oh, Mother," Kit groans. He moves forward. His cock glances off her pussy and glides over her mons, leaving a trail of sticky fluid through her neatly trimmed patch of dark hair. Serana giggles girlishly. Kit blushes.

One arm wraps around him, as her thighs close on his hips and her calves press against his ass. Her breasts press against his throat and chin, full and soft, her cleavage almost swallowing his head. He feels her other hand reach between them to grip his swollen length. She aims him towards her waiting opening.

Kit rises up a little, looking down between his mother's breasts as the broad, helmet shaped head of his thick cock parts the dewy, rose like petals of his mother's nether-lips. Warmth and moisture envelop him as he slowly sinks into his mother. He looks up, and her eyes flick to meet his. She was watching too. Her smile broadens and brightens.

"Such a big boy," she says, low and throaty. "You're opening me right up." There's a hitch to her voice as he drives further into her. Her warm folds part to accept him, closing around his length as it surges forward inch by inch. She is tight around him, tighter than either her fist or his has ever been, slick and soft at the same time, warm and wet and inviting. He wants to drive forward with all his strength and power, slam home into her delectable pussy, but Kit knows instinctively that he will not last if he does that. He moves slowly, savoring the moment, wanting it to last as long as possible.

Her hips rise up to meet him, and now both arms wrap around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer, his face pushed against her breast bone, her massive breasts rising on either side of him. He kisses her hot skin, turns and begins to lick a trail up the side of her right breast, trying to memorize the taste and feel of her.

She sighs deeply, contented, as he finally slides fully into her, his large balls bouncing lightly against her upturned ass. Her inner walls grip and squeeze him. Her juices soak his flesh, even as his own juices leak from his cockhead and inundate her insides.

He is inside his mother. The most beautiful and loving woman he has ever known, the woman who bore him, who bathed him and loved him as a child, who doted on him before sending him away. And now his cock is buried balls deep in her womb, her nipple is in his mouth, and her hips are moving beneath him. Kit doesn't move. Instead he groans, as he feels the pressure in his balls suddenly peak. There is a stabbing pleasure at the base of his cock, and it takes all his willpower to hold it there for a few seconds as the pleasure rises and rises and then explodes.