Blessed Ch. 07

Kit is momentarily at a loss. "You looked so angry with me," he manages to say. His arms have come up to wrap around his mother, holding her close.

"I'm sorry for my brusqueness. You must understand, we all have our roles to play. And out there mine was to be the provincial governor, the living representative of the Empire." She sighs, releasing him a bit so that she can look him in the eyes once more. "Only here, within this mansion, may I be your mother, your lover, your... your friend. Out there I must be your ruler."

She kisses him lightly on the lips, ignoring her verbal stumble and giving him no chance to say anything about it. "And it was very hard to do. You made me very proud today, Kit. It took all I had not to take you into my arms as soon as the fighting was done."

Kit feels his cheeks burn. "You were magnificent, mother. You handled them so easily. And then you healed all those people." Kit's heart swells in his breast. Relief, pride, and love fill him near to bursting.

"A benefit of a long life and a deep reserve of power. Gods willing, you will surpass me one day." Serana leans down and kisses him fiercely, her tongue invading his mouth, dueling with his own.

They break away, each gasping. "You are exhausted," Serana says. "I can feel the ebb of your power. You need rest. And I need to take care of a few things before I can return to you. Not least, I must assure Grace and Gabrielle that you are well." Serana gives him an appraising look. "Grace was quite stricken at the news that Gabrielle brought, and the poor girl was distraught herself."

"Let me talk to them," Kit says.

Serana's lips brush his. "Such a loving brother. But no, you are mine for the rest of the day and night." She laughs and adds, "I claim my right as your mother and your ruler. Besides, you really do need rest. Your stubborn heart will not admit it, but you are close to collapsing."

"I am fine, mother," Kit says, which earns him another tinkling laugh.

"You see?" She caresses his cheek and kisses him again. "Go. Bathe yourself, relax, use the bed. I will return shortly. I must be the ruler for a little longer, before I can be mother and lover again."

And what else? Kit wonders, but does not speak. Instead he nods, knowing that refusing Serana's wishes is a waste of breath. She clasps his hands tightly, smiling brightly, and then she is gone.

In her absence, a bone crushing weariness descends upon Kit. Perhaps she was right, he admits to himself. He shuffles over to a divan, kicks of his boots, unbelts his sword, and collapses. His muscles ache and his brain aches. He has pushed himself to his limits and beyond, and now he is paying the price. He rolls over, closes his eyes, and is soon asleep.

*

Kit awakes slowly, pulled out of slumber by the aromas of cooking meat, spices, and freshly cut citrus. He rises from the divan, shaking the fog of sleep from his mind. His hand automatically finds the hilt of his sword, but leaves the blade where it rests as he rises and crosses the room.

One of the side chambers in his mother's apartments proves to be a kitchen, with a stove and a well-stocked pantry. Serana glides around the room, throwing ingredients into bubbling pots, dicing up vegetables, checking the oven. Her long dark hair is loosely tied back from her face with a green ribbon, and she wears a modest peasant blouse and skirt, her feet unclad.

She doesn't look up from her preparations as she acknowledges his presence in the doorway. "Did you have a nice nap, dear?"

"I'm not sure," Kit says.

This pulls her attention away from the stove, brow furrowing. "What's wrong?"

"Well, I must still be dreaming. Or is the great Serana Daramour actually cooking her own meal?"

She flicks a slice of carrot at him, which he catches deftly and pops into his mouth. "I had a life before the mansion, you know," Serana says. "Besides, I like to cook. I always have. I still cook for myself on occasion, and tonight, I am cooking for my youngest and most ungrateful son."

"I'm not ungrateful, just surprised."

She makes a noncommittal sound, as if she doesn't really believe him. Kit shuffles into the kitchen and comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her midsection and standing on tiptoes to put his head on her shoulder. She purrs, hands busy with food preparation.

"Dinner will be ready in a while. Long enough time for you to bathe properly. You still reek of blood and salt, my sweet."

Self-conscious, Kit abruptly releases her, but she turns almost as quickly and grabs him up into a tight embrace that pushes her large breasts into his chest. "You really do take things much too seriously, Kit," she says. She kisses him fiercely, then pushes him gently away. "Go wash up."

He laughs lightly, thinks about saying something, but nothing comes to him. The pause lengthens, and before it can become too awkward, Kit gives his mother a light kiss on the lips and leaves to find the bath.

The bathing room is located just off of the bedroom, it turns out. It is much bigger than the one in Kit's suite, with a similar deep central basin, but also a secondary single person tub tucked into the corner, as well as a number of other stations and devices. Kit starts the water running in the small tub and peels off his salt-encrusted and blood stained paints. He realizes that he doesn't have any other clothing available, but figures that won't be an issue.

He releases a groan as he slides his aching body into the water. While Kit received considerable training in the healing arts, he has never before been called upon to use them so extensively and completely. He can feel the effort of it in his bones. The steaming hot water mitigates it somewhat, and a good meal will help as well. Of course, he is now aware that some good sex will boost him, too. He is particularly looking forward to that part of the evening.

As if on cue, the bathroom door opens, and Serana steps barefoot into the room. She smiles widely and glides across the tiles to the side of the tub.

"What about dinner?" Kit asks.

"It will keep," Serana says softly, kneeling beside the tub. She reaches up and brushes a curling lock across Kit's forehead. "Besides," she adds, reaching for a cloth and soap, "I like washing you."

Serana's light touch glides across Kit's muscular arms and shoulders, soaping him up, washing away grime and aches. She hums softly as she washes him, a wordless lullaby that, combined with her ministrations, lulls Kit into a comfortable daze. He rests back against the tub, laying his head down and watching her through half lidded eyes. He admires the way her heavy breasts sway and bob in her loose blouse, the way her cleavage flashes him constantly, peeking out from the low cut top.

The thick column between Kit's legs begins to harden almost immediately, climbing up into a tower of iron hard flesh by the time his mother's hands brush across his pectoral muscles. Her full lips curl up into a smirk, and Kit cannot help smiling in response. He shrugs, unapologetic.

The soapy cloth washes across Kit's well-defined abdominals. With a cheeky grin, Serana pokes his belly button with the cloth, causing him to sit up slightly. And then she drops the cloth into the tub and wraps a long-fingered hand around his hardness. She squeezes lightly and a dollop of precum appears at the tip. With a soapy hand she levers his cock straight upward, so that it stands perpendicular to his crotch, a thick throbbing slab of muscle, soft and silky to the touch, a fine tracery of veins beneath his flushed skin. The dark purple head weeps precum as his mother continues to lightly squeeze.

Serana leans over the edge of the tub, her mouth finding her son's, her tongue stabbing past his lips to duel with his. Kit groans into her kiss as he feels her strong, soapy hand begin to glide up and down his pulsing length. Kit reaches up, water sluicing off his arms, to grab her and pull her into the tub with him, but Serana demurs with a hand placed against his broad chest.

"Just lie back," she says softly. "Let me do this for you."

"Won't that be a bit of a waste," he says, breath hitching a little as his mother expertly works his cock.

"Mmm, it might be," she says, still whispering, "if you were a mortal man. But I know how quickly you can recover, and how quickly this beautiful sack of yours fills up again." Serana's hand makes schlicking sounds as it sweeps up and down the hard column of flesh, coating Kit's length in suds and precum, as she increases her speed.

"Besides," she adds with a wicked grin and a girlish giggle, "I want to see your seed as it spills from your big cock. I want to feel you pulse in the palm of my hand and start spraying. I want to watch you climax from your own mother's hand, for no other reason than that your mother wants you to feel good."

Kit's breath comes in short gasps and his hips churn the shallow water as he fucks his cock into his mother's fist. Her other hand grips him, one atop the other, holding him and sliding up and down his length, coaxing his precious spend from deep within him. Her words are almost as effective as her manual ministrations.

Kit feels the charge building at the base of his cock. "Mother," he gasps. His cock thickens between her hands, throbbing and pulsing with need, and his balls contract, tightening up against him as a thick rope of pearlescent goo erupts from the angry cockhead and shoots straight up, several feet in the air. The next rope explodes outward even as the first splatters across Serana's wrists. She moans, opening her mouth and aiming her son's erupting cock towards her. The next few pulses fire across the intervening space to splatter wetly against her chin and lips and cheeks. Serana shudders and moans, her hands still gliding up and down Kit's cock, urging more of the precious fluid from him. Semen sprays against her throat and decorates her cleavage, leaving shining trails across her blouse.

Kit lies back gasping and catching his breath. Serana watches him, a sultry smile on her full, cum-speckled lips. Her long pink tongue slides across those lips, sweeping her son's cum into her mouth. She drags her thumb across a cheek, scraping Kit's seed onto her digit, then feeds that between her lips as well. As if noticing for the first time, her eyes widen at the expanse of semen across her hands and wrists. Her agile tongue darts out to lick those deposits, scooping them into her mouth with a satisfied purr.

Kit watches and as his breathing comes back to normal, his slightly softened cock straightens back into a steel-hard column. With a growl, Kit reaches up to grab his mother once again, this time successfully pulling her into the tub with him. She shrieks but doesn't fight him, although she could easily break out of his hold.

The water splashes as she slides into the tub, soaking into her skirt and the bottom of her blouse. Serana laughs lightly, amused by her son's arousal and animal urgency. She reaches for the sodden hem of her blouse and peels it up and over her head, throwing it wetly to the floor. Her enormous tits bounce in Kit's face, pink nipples thickened and turning red as they harden.

With his hands on his mother's waist, Kit buries his face between her heaving breasts, luxuriating in the feel of her silky skin against his cheeks. Serana presses her hands against the back of his head, pushing him into her chest. Her thighs straddle him beneath her skirt, which balloons over the water, deflating gradually as it soaks.

Kit kisses her sternum, then each breast. He drags his tongue along the inner slope of her right tit, making circles around its expanse, wider at first but gradually smaller, winding down until his lips fasten onto her nipple. Serana gasps. Kit suckles gently, using lips and teeth and tongue. Serana's hips move involuntarily. Water sloshes against the side of the tub.

Serana reaches behind herself. Kit hears the tearing of fabric, and then he sees his mother pull her skirt free and toss the sodden garment to the floor. She hovers over Kit's legs, kneeling in the water. He looks down between the valley of her breasts at her smooth belly and the juncture of her thighs.

Gently she pushes him away from her breasts. Kit lies back in the cooling water without complaint, looking up admiringly at his goddess mother's flawless curves. She smiles down at him with motherly pride and lust. His cock lies against his stomach, hard and long, stretching past his belly button, the head swollen with need and already leaking again.

Serana places her long fingered hands, palm flat, upon Kit's broad chest. The V formed by her arms squeezes her enormous tits together and thrusts them prominently forward. Kit licks his lips.

Serana's hips move slowly, lowering her down onto Kit's lap. He feels her moist, flushed pussy lips touch the underside of his cock. With a grin, Serana begins to slide back and forth on her knees, causing her pussy to glide along the length of her son's massive girth. Her juices slicken his length while her lips nip at his exposed flesh. Kit flexes involuntarily as her pussy kisses his cockhead. Her lips part and Serana gasps.

"Darling boy," she whispers huskily. "How much longer can you wait?"

Kit blinks. He grabs his mother's hips and lifts her up. Laughing, she slides her hands across the hard planes of his abdomen to loop around his hardness and pull it away from his stomach. She fits the head against her weeping lips and it lets go. Serana drops completely down upon her son, swallowing his engorged prick in one smooth movement that has her loudly crying out.

Serana's hands slam down against his chest once more. Her sugar-walls contract around Kit's invading girth, tightening and caressing. Her heat and slickness surround him. With a lusty smile of his own, Kit wraps his hands around his mother's waist once more and begins to thrust up into her.

Huge breasts bouncing enticingly, Serana braces herself against the walls of the tub as her son plunders her pussy. He hammers up into her again and again, her engorged pussy lips widening as he bottoms out inside her. Her inner muscles contract, wanting to keep him still, to enjoy the fullness of him, but relenting as he retreats so that he can slam home once more.

Her hair is wild cloud of black around her shoulders. Sweat beads on her forehead. The water in the tub sloshes, coating the lovers and the floor. A heat is building between them as Serana's climax climbs and climbs. The water begins to bubble and seethe.

Serana throws her head back and cries out as a delicious, explosive warmth envelopes her. Her limbs shake and her body tightens as her son brings her to orgasm. She feels her fluids gushing out, inundating him, making her insides slicker for him, easier to penetrate, easier to hammer home.

Kit is grunting, face contorted into a lustful grimace, as he holds his mother by the hips and drives his cock up and up and up. He is almost surprised that he didn't come when she did, but he is grateful for the opportunity to bring her more pleasure. He begins to alter his speed and his angle slightly, and begins to flex his cock each time he bottoms out inside her, swelling his thickness further. It doesn't take long for Serana to convulse again as another intense climax shudders through her.

When she regains her breath, her head lolls on her beautiful shoulders, sweat dampened curls sticking to her forehead and cheeks. Her hands snake out to grip his shoulders and her hips begin to move, driving downward, meeting Kit stroke for stroke.

There is not much water left in the tub. What remains begins to flow up their bodies, washing across their hammering frames and soaking into their skin. Lights begin to pulse in the room, flickering and blinking about.

Kit begins to feel that itch at the base of his cock. His fingers whiten as he grips his mother tighter and fucks up into her with redoubled speed. Serana moans and slams her hips down faster to meet him, bending over, her breasts swaying above his face. Kit finds a nipple with his lips and suckles just as he slams home and feels the pressure in his cock loose.

Kit's balls contract like fists. A torrent of thick, viscous sperm-laden semen roars up his cum tube and explodes deep inside his mother. Rope after rope is expelled from his constricting cock, filling her near to bursting as he empties his potent seed into her receptive womb. Serana shakes with each impact, mini-orgasms triggering each time her son spits out a ribbon of pearly jism into her depths. Her toes curl and her hands grip his shoulders tight enough to make his bones creak.

The remaining water turns to steam, coiling around them, leaving a fine layer of heated mist upon their naked bodies as they collapse together, momentarily sated.

Serana kisses Kit on the lips and cheeks and on his eyelids. "Darling boy," she says breathlessly.

"Mother," is all Kit can gasp.

*

They eat dinner on the balcony, at a table of glass and iron. Serana wheels the food and drink out on a cart herself, clad in a long green robe that molds to her shape admirably. Kit himself wears one in dark blue, and nothing else.

The food is good. Kit is quick to compliment his mother on her culinary skill, and surprises even himself at how much of it he devours.

Serana eats more leisurely, but clearly pleased that her efforts are being appreciated. She sips at her wine and runs her bare foot up along her son's calf. They talk, more like a mother and son catching up after a decade apart than lovers. Serana has not been to the Scarlet City in centuries, but she still knows many of the personages there and remains familiar with the neighborhoods and flavors of the city.

She reminisces about her visits to the Imperial capital and of her own time at the Academy. Not much has changed, it turns out, and Kit laughs with recognition at more than a few points.

Not for the first time, Kit realizes he has more in common with this woman than other being in the universe. He feels his heart swell as he looks at her, pealing an orange apart with delicacy, knowing that she gave him life and purpose and now shares the greatest of intimacies with him. He loves her, he realizes, more than he can articulate.

But he tries anyway. "Mother," he says, his voice catching a little, "I love you."

She looks up from her fruit and smiles widely, showing her dimples. Her eyes flash with pleasure. "Darling boy," she says, "I love you too."

Kit leans across the table and Serana meets him halfway, her full lips already parted. They kiss passionately, tongues dueling lightly, Kit's eyes closed and his hand reaching up to caress her cheek.

They part and Kit sits back, pleased with himself, while Serana's cheeks flush and her eyes flicker with light. "I think dinner is over, dear. Shall we retire to the bedchamber?"

Kit stands quickly, grinning. Serana glides to her feet and snaps her fingers. Ghostly figures manifest behind her, gliding forward to clear away the dishes and uneaten food. Serana reaches out a hand, Kit takes it, and they step inside.

*

She comes to him in white.

Kit lays across his mother's bed, the robe discarded, clad in nothing. His cock is already thickening as she enters the room.

Serana wears a filmy nightgown, knotted loosely just beneath her huge breasts, which are only partially hidden by the diaphanous material. As she moves, her tits shift and bounce, and the nightgown swirls around, showing off rather than concealing her perfect form. A strip of ruffled white fabric encircles her narrow waist, a garter belt, tied by thin ribbons to the tops of her sleek white stockings which mold to her muscular legs like a second skin. An abbreviated pair of panties, pulled tight against her mound, lies over the tapes. A pair of high platform shoes raise her considerable height slightly higher, while also throwing into definition her calves and thighs. Beneath the gown, almost hidden, is her perfect, flawless ass.