Blessed Ch. 01-02

Kit's thick, hard cock bucks and heaves and throbs deep in the recesses of his mother's body. A viscous jet of potent sperm-laden semen erupts from his cockhead to paint his mother's womb white. His ass clenches and finally he thrusts his hips forward, seeking to drive his cock as deep as he can. He erupts again and again, each contraction emptying another thick spurt into her, filling her, soaking her hot, scalding interior with more and more. With each jet, Serana shudders and releases a soft "Oh." Her thighs and calves tighten on his lower body, holding him close, holding him in place.

At last the flood subsides. Kit catches his breath. This is the most intense orgasm he has ever had, sudden and unstoppable. He looks up at his mother, sees her head lying back against the pillows, long dark hair a cloud around her. Her lips are parted, her tongue gliding along the upper swell. Her eyes open and regard him with love and lust.

"I thought that might happen," she whispers. "Did you enjoy that, sweetheart?"

He nods. "Did you?" he cannot help but ask.

"Oh yes," she says with a smile. "I did not reach my own climax, but it was delicious feeling my darling boy fetch off within me. And judging by your continued hardness, I suspect it won't be long before you bring me off as well." Her slick walls grip him again, and even though they squelch, he remains hard as a diamond honed blade within her.

Kit flexes his cock, eliciting another giggle from his mother. She in turn contracts her sugar walls around him, squeezing him tight. He groans.

Instinctively, Kit begins to withdraw and thrust. Serana moans in encouragement. Her powerful thighs press around him, her calves almost flattening against his tight ass. Serana arches her back as her hips begin to move against her son, thrusting her full breasts into his face. He finds a nipple and lashes it with his tongue before it flies away, her heavy tit swaying as he drives piston like into her.

Her pussy is soaking now, looser and slicker, coated with his first batch of seed, but no less marvelous. She grips him easily with her inner muscles, caressing every inch of his engorged cock as it drives into her over and over again.

"Oh, Kit," she moans. "Oh my darling, you make me feel so delicious." She grabs his head and angles it for a kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth to mimic the movements of his large dick in her pussy.

Their combined discharge coats his balls and thighs as he hammers into his mother, the force of his thrusts forcing out gobs of his own cum and her juices. Her thighs are slick. He moves with greater ease, dragging his cock out until only the head remains trapped within her, and then sliding forward into buttery depths, probing her deepest recesses. His girth stretches her lips, but they close tightly around him on each retreat.

Kit kisses the hollow of her throat. He licks her collarbone. He presses his cheek against the soft, silken skin of her left breast, then drags his tongue across its expanse, leaving a trail of saliva as he seeks her hard pink nipple. As his lips close over it and his teeth nip lightly at it, and her breast continues to bounce under his cheeks, Serana begins to shiver and moan louder.

"Oh, darling," she gasps, "oh my son!" She trails off into a wail as she suddenly contracts beneath him, trapping his cock momentarily as it hammers deep inside her. Her arms and legs close around him, holding him in place as her climax storms into her and takes her away. He feels her shuddering and shivering beneath him, and simultaneously an enormous outpouring of energy slams into him and through him. The bed shakes. The windows rattle.

And Kit experiences his second orgasm of the day. He had not been near another climax before, but so intense is his mother's reaction that he cannot help himself. Some fraction of her intense pleasure bleeds through the wave of power as it washes over him, and he finds himself once more spontaneously erupting into his mother's womb.

Thick ropes of seed spurt endlessly from the end of Kit's engorged, throbbing member as it lies buried deep inside Serana. Each pulse seems to prolong her own orgasm, and she rides it like a wave, almost crushing his body against hers as the pleasure roars through her perfect, beautiful body.

It seems to Kit to last for hours, but it must only be minutes before Serana collapses beneath him, breathing raggedly. He begins to withdraw, but her arms and legs close up about him again, holding him tight. "Not yet, Kit," she says. "Let me hold you a little longer."

He kisses her leisurely, loving the taste of her lips and skin, the brilliance of her green eyes, and the flushed, happy look on her face.

"That was marvelous," Serana says, kissing him. "I haven't felt anything like that in a long time."

"I have never felt anything like that."

She smiles and rubs his nose with hers. "We have an entire summer to while away together. There will be no shortage of entertainments for us both." She shifts under him, and he begins to disengage, sliding his semi-hard dick from her sheathe. Her pussy is raw and red, and coated liberally with both their juices. His cock is also. A dribble of cum slides off the end onto the sheets.

Kit lays down beside her. He feels his cock thickening again already, but wonders if his mother needs a rest.

She looks down between them at his rising manhood and smiles. Her green eyes flick back to his face. "I want you to lie back while I clean you up."

Together they arrange themselves. Kit lying back against the pillows, legs spread slightly, his mother stretched out beside him, head at his hips. She leans on one elbow and reaches out to grip his hardening rod, slim fingers encircling the base. She leans down, extends her tongue, and drags it up along the entire length of his cock. He grows stiffer by the second, as her tongue bathes his every inch, and her lips kiss and suck off every bit of stray moisture, whether it is male or female ejaculate. In between slurps and sucks and licks and kisses, she talks.

"You asked earlier, 'why?', and I gave you a somewhat glib answer. But the real reasons are somewhat complicated."

Kit listens with interest. He is enjoying the tongue bath, his member once more a towering pole between his legs, his balls full and heavy, everything momentarily slick with coital fluids. He knows his mother could clean them both with a flick of a finger, and he loves that she is doing this instead.

"This moment was planned, Kit," she says, "planned a long, long time before your birth. The Empire relies on the Blessed for its strength. But so few births, even among the ruling class, produce full blooded Blessed. And yet we are embroiled in a war which relies on the power and magic that full-bloods wield."

She pauses to swallow the broad helmeted head of his cock, slurping up the precum that weeps from his opening. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.

"You know, too, that the family I made with your father is the third one that I have had. I have survived them all, husbands and children, even the four other Blessed sons and daughters that I birthed. Three of them died on the front, defending the Empire from Outremer. The fourth was... lost to me, under similar circumstances."

Her fingers begin to slide up and down the base of Kit's cock, jacking him slightly, as her lips and tongue continue their work.

"Your father and I came up with a plan. We decided to have a large family, to maximize the chances of creating full blooded progeny. The best chance for success comes from two parents who are Blessed, but your father, even though only a half-blood, had the potential. He gave me very strong children, but only one full blooded Blessed before he was so unfairly taken from us all. You, of course, are the only Blessed child to come from our union."

She kisses the underside of his cockhead, swirling her tongue around the corona, lapping up juices.

"Blessed abilities appear to be a recessive trait. We both agreed that, to better propagate that trait, we would need to practice good husbandry. Which means that whatever Blessed children we could produce, we would attempt to back-breed with them to continue generating more Blessed."

Kit's cock contracts in his mother's hand. Precum squirts up, landing on her cheek. She agilely licks it off with an "mmmm" sound.

"By mutual agreement, if any of our daughters turned out to be Blessed, your father would lay with them, impregnate them, and hopefully produce more Blessed. But since we had a son, it is I who am laying with you, in the hopes that you will impregnate me, and give me another Blessed child."

"Twelve Gods," Kit gasps. His cock throbs in his mother's hand. Her lips encircle the crown of his cock once more, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks. Kit groans. His thoughts and emotions are awhirl again.

With a pop, Serana releases him. "At some point, your sister Grace learned of the plan your father and I shared. And through actions and then words, she reminded me that there are five other wombs for you to fill with potential Blessed."

Serana's smooth tongue caresses the length of her son's cock, from top to bottom this time. When she reaches the base, her lips part and she swallows one of his testicles, bathing it with her saliva as she sucks lightly on it.

"The original idea," she says, coming up for air, "was for me to come to you after the evening's festivities and lay this all out for you. But after seeing the abject hunger with which Grace was eyeing you, I decided to accelerate things a bit."

She looks up at him, her gorgeous face, with her lips moistened by their combined juices, framed by his rampant cock. "And when I saw you in the bath, I knew I had to have you. I decided explanations could wait. I apologize for that, darling, as you've already pumped two powerful loads into my womb, and you did not fully understand what was happening."

She kisses the head of his cock once more. "But I want you to know, this is not simply about procreation. Outremer has already taken four of my children from me. The realities of war mean that you may be taken from me as well. I want this summer to give you the memories of a lifetime. I want you to experience as much love and happiness as you can in the time we have, so that it might sustain you, and give you strength in the coming trials.

"And also, I hope, that by summer's end you will have six additional reasons to make it home to your mother and the rest of your family in one piece. I know that you have enough to fight for - your family, your honor, your Empire. But I want you to have something to live for, darling."

Kit is dumbstruck at the implications of all his mother has shared with him. He lies back, arms spread, feeling light-headed and more than a little mad. This is so much to take in, to process, to come to terms with in so short a time.

In the back of his mind echo the words "Grace" and "hunger."

With no more words to say, Serana instead takes her son's cock into her mouth once more, devouring him inch by inch, swallowing his entire length slowly but effortlessly. She effectively robs him of words in the process. Green eyes watch him intently as his cock disappears into her mouth. His thick cockhead nudges the opening of her throat, and it parts to accept him. Her lips stretch wide as she swallows him whole. Serana cups his sensitive balls, caressing them with her fingertips.

"Mother," Kit manages to gasp. "I'm going to-"

Her fingers tighten lightly around his contracting balls and she slides her mouth up the length of his shuddering cock until only the head remains trapped between her lips. With a wordless cry Kit succumbs once more. His thick dick rhythmically contracts as viscous jets of sperm spray into his mother's mouth. Her cheeks balloon with his seed, until she noisily begins to swallow. Still he comes, erupting in torrents. She kneads his testicles gently, coaxing more and more of the precious juice from his rampant rod.

He fills her mouth three times before he is done, and she swallows it all. Some escapes her lips to dribble down her chin. She sucks lightly on his sensitive cockhead, making him wriggle and moan. Her tongue washes over it, scooping the last dregs of seed from his cockhole.

With a wet sound, Serana releases her son's cock. It bounces back onto his abdomen, hardly flagging in hardness. She admires his manhood as she scoops up errant drips of cum from her chin using the tips of her fingers and slowly feeds them to herself.

Serana sits up on the bed, pulling herself closer to her son. Her fingertips, moist with saliva and cum, dance across his abdomen and chest. "May I safely assume that you are willing to play your part for the rest of the summer? For however much time we have together?"

Kit has never questioned his mother. Even during the rebellious phase of his early teen years, she wasn't around to rebel against. And the academy beat rebellion out of him. Indeed, he has never denied his mother anything that was in his power to grant. He does not see that happening any time soon, either. Still, he is a bit overwhelmed. Not only by the afternoon's activities, but by their revelations as well.

He nods, not trusting himself to speak.

Serana smiles. "That makes me so happy, Kit." She kisses him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pressing her heavy tits into his sweaty, hairless chest.

Serana's elbow bumps into the head of Kit's already fully hardened cock, and she laughs. "I've forgotten what it's like to bed a Blessed. The last time was six hundred years ago." She drops a hand, her palm flattening against his length. Her hand glides along her son's column of flesh, until the weeping cockhead nudges into her cupped palm. Her hand opens, fingers reaching around to feel his girth, to stroke him and encourage him.

"It has been some time since I have had a lover capable of keeping up with me."

Serana climbs up across Kit's body, straddling his waist with her legs. Her hand never ceases its action, steadily pumping his cock as it grows harder and harder. She rises on her knees, spreading her legs, and aims the head of his cock towards her reddened pussy, slick with her own juices, still weeping loads of her son's jism.

Her messy, hungry pussy welcomes her son's cock once more. He slides in easily with an audible squelch. Serana settles, swallowing his cock whole, driving it deeply inside her with one quick movement. Coital fluids are forced out of her opening, soaking Kit's crotch and Serana's thighs. She looks down at her son with a sexy half-smile twisting her full lips and begins to ride him.

She leans down as her hips move, her large, heavy breasts swaying almost in counterpoint. Kit admires their geometry, their smoothness, their obvious weight, as they dangle over his head. He reaches for them with both hands and holds them steady, bringing them together to create a dark line of cleavage across which he drags his tongue. He peppers wet, sloppy kisses across the entire, impressive expanse of her chest, licking and sucking and nipping.

All the while Serana's hips move with speed and precision, slamming her body up and down her son's rigid pole.

Kit lets his hands drop away from his mother's breasts, although he leaves one nipple trapped between his lips and teeth, sucking lightly and eliciting hissing breathes from her. Kit's hands glide along her supple flanks to reach behind her and grip that delectable ass, which is flexing as her pelvis hammers Kit into the mattress. The movement of her hips speeds up as Kit grips and caresses her full, springy backside hard enough to whiten his fingertips.

Serana cries out, and again begins to shudder and shake. Her hips slacken their up and down motion, but in a burst of inspiration, Kit begins to fuck upward with his cock, lifting his mother bodily off the bed as he does. Serana's cry turns into a keening moan. Another wave of power explodes out from Kit's mother, washing over him and the room. The bed shakes. His sword clatters off the desk. In the other room, the crystal in the fireplace flares with power, and a layer of ice forms across the mantle.

Kit, who has climaxed three times in a span of a about a half hour, is nowhere near to coming again, although he can sense it building the longer his mother's orgasm goes on. With a wicked grin, he grips her slim waist in both hands and continues to drive himself into her over and over again. Serana's hands grab her son by the shoulders and hold hard enough to break a mortal's bones. Still he drives into her slick, heated passage. He feels his cockhead nudge against something, and wonders if he has sounded her depths.

The moment he does this, he feels a cracking sound beneath them and the two of them fall in a heap. Pictures fall from the wall. In the tumble, Kit ends up with Serana beneath him once more. Still he fucks into his mother, and still she keens, eyes rolled back, and just as he realizes that they have broken the bed, something not quite physical triggers Kit's own orgasm.

A moment before he was building, but a safe distance from his eruption, and then as if a switch was pulled he finds himself emptying his balls once more into his mother's welcoming womb. His cock shudders and throbs and swells deep within her, and then it explodes, showering her depths once more with thick, viscous, semen-rich cum. A dozen times he contracts and expels thick rope after thick rope into her.

They rest momentarily, staring into one another's eyes and breathing heavily.

Serana pulls his face to her and kisses him fiercely.

She releases him and extends a hand, drawing a glyph in the air with her fingers. It lingers for a moment, and suddenly the bed is suffused in a golden glow. It comes together with a groan of wood and a loud clacking as the broken ends bind together.

"Now," Serana says, "let us see if we can break the furniture again. And then, I think, we should get cleaned up and ready for that banquet of yours."

Kit smiles. "As you wish, Mother."