Blessed Ch. 11

The sketchbook is shorn into two pieces, and the snake man has Eva's dress gripped in one desiccated hand. The other holds aloft its sword. Eva twists, pulling away, her dress tearing, and the sword falls.

But Kit is there. He grabs the creature's sword arm and holds it back while his sword flashes, shearing the Valusian into two pieces as well with one blow. As it falls, Kit is already moving, spinning to catch the blades of the other two. Their mouths are agape, baring fangs, but no sound comes from them. No tongues taste the air.

Kit pushes back, his superior strength throwing the two snake men away from him. But on their long sinuous tails they recover quickly, moving as a unit, attacking from both sides. Kit's blade flashes like lightning, leaving glowing golden trails in the air, as he defends himself. The snakes are almost as fast, but only almost. That there are two of them is the only reason they can keep up with him. Slowly they begin to drive him back.

But then one staggers as a large rock bounces against its skull, fracturing an eye socket, and as its blade falters, Kit neatly decapitates it. The other Valusian tries to stab Kit while he is open, but another rock sails into its chest, forcing it to pause for just a moment. Long enough for Kit to swing his sword, two-handed, through its desiccated body.

Kit points his sword at each of the three corpses in turn. Gold fire leaps from the blade and consumes them. He doesn't pause to observe, instead leaping towards the obelisk and its gaping opening. He quickly scrawls a warding charm against the warm stone, etching golden light with his finger, and with a groan and a shudder, the opening begins to close.

Only then does Kit release his power and return to the normal flow of time. He turns to his sister.

The bodice of her dress is torn, revealing one plump, creamy, perfectly shaped breast topped by a dusky pink nipple. There is no mark upon her flesh, merely torn fabric. She looks down at her exposed body and blushes, eyes widening in alarm.

Kit sheathes his sword and approaches Eva. She stumbles backward, eyes wide, the stone in her hand forgotten. Kit removes his shirt with quick, economic movements. Eva's eyes widen even further as she takes in the breadth of her brother's chest and shoulders. And his own nudity.

She looks at him blankly as he hands the shirt to her. She staggers on a broken flagstone as she steps backward.

"Really?" Kit says finally. "Still?"

Eva blinks. She looks him in the eye, her own guarded behind her glasses. She drops the rock she holds and reaches out with a slightly shaky hand to take the shirt. Kit, frowning, turns his back as Eva slips on his shirt.

"Sorry," she says softly. Kit turns back, nodding as she sees her covered up.

"You okay? Nothing broken or bleeding?"

She shakes her head. "That was... intense."

Kit smiles, looks back at the obelisk. "I guess we now have the proof you were looking for. You were right."

"I would have preferred a piece of art or writing." But she smiles. "Still... vindication is nice."

Kit looks at her for a moment. "Can we get the hells out of here now?"

Eva nods. "Absolutely."

*

Moorea is a quiet little fishing town, like so many settlements on Kaido. But it boasts a dressmaker, which means both Eva and Kit are fully clothed as they enter the town's pub. Kit orders a huge meal and several bottles of wine, while Eva eats more daintily.

"So, thanks for saving my life," Eva says.

"You are welcome," Kit says, "but since you immediately returned the favor, I must also thank you."

Eva waves it away. "I should also apologize for being such a bitch the last few weeks."

"I don't think..." Kit starts to say.

"No, I have been. I let the current situation and my memories of the child you were color my impression of you. That wasn't fair to you."

"So we can be friends?"

"Friends," Eva says. She smiles at her brother, perhaps the first genuine smile he has seen from her since coming home. She extends a hand across the table and Kit, after hastily cleaning his hands on a napkin, takes it.

*

It is late afternoon by the time Eva and Kit return home from their adventure, sharing a companionable mood that was not present when they left.

Kit takes note of the carriage, fully loaded and with a team of coursers on stand-by. Has someone arrived or is someone leaving? Kit dismounts and leads both horses into the stables, where he gives them a good rub-down, feeds and waters them. Eva thanks Kit for a lovely day and heads into the mansion. Kit is more than happy to be able to put that off a little longer, but at last, his chores are done and he can avoid his responsibilities no more.

As he enters through the front doors, he is surprised and relieved to see Grace waiting for him. She wears a cropped yellow top that reveals a staggering amount of cleavage and a short, flouncy black skirt that barely reaches to mid-thigh. It is unlike her to reveal so much skin, but Kit can hardly complain, as just the sight of her causes the blood to thunder in his veins and his thick member to stiffen in his trousers. She smiles happily at him as he appears and holds her arms open to receive him.

Kit clasps his oldest sister to him without a word, reveling in her plush softness as it presses against the hard planes of his chest. He buries his nose in her tresses and drinks deep of her bewitching scent.

"I am stealing you away," Grace murmurs in his ear.

Kit slips backward slightly, still holding tight to her, but now looking her in the eye. "Truly?"

She nods. "The carriage is packed and loaded. We have everything we need, unless you desire something I did not think of."

"All I desire is in my arms," he says, ducking down to taste her lips.

"You are a charming rogue, I'll give you that," she says, kissing him back. "But seriously, is there anything you need?"

"Where are we going?"

She smiles. "To Raia Point. I thought we might camp overnight on the beach."

"Overnight?" A sudden, almost palpable sense of relief washes over Kit. Grace, held so close, her skin touching his, cannot help but notice. She tightens her arms around him in sympathy.

"And there are no complaints?"

"Perhaps a few," Grace muses, "but none that matter." She kisses him again, lightly but lovingly.

A delightful shiver runs down Kit's back. Grace feels so good in his arms, so perfect and natural. Much of his recent stress is already draining out of him, just with the simple act of holding her close. He wonders, momentarily, if she is using her talent on him, but decides he would welcome it if she did and pays the notion no more mind.

"Then I am ready," Kit declares. Grace giggles like a girl as Kit sweeps her up in his arms and carries her out the door, down the steps, to the waiting carriage.

A pair of stout, pretty young servants are already waiting for them by the carriage. They clamber aboard and one grabs the reigns as Kit helps Grace into the carriage. He drops into the cushioned seat beside her with an appreciable sigh. He prefers riding, but as Grace cuddles up beside him, Kit allows that sitting back and letting someone else drive has its perks.

Grace kisses Kit on the cheek. He turns to taste her lips once more and she coos a little as their tongues wrestle. Her touch, her scent, her plush curves bumping insistently against him, all combine to rouse the slumbering muscle between his legs. The gentle rocking of the carriage serves to rub them both against one another as well.

"I have missed you," Grace murmurs.

"I have only been gone a few hours," Kit says with a laugh.

Grace flicks the end of his nose with a finger. "But at some point in those hours you recovered your smile. You have not been you since your argument with mother."

Kit sighs. "I needed time away from everything."

"Except Eva?" Grace asks with a raised eyebrow. Is there a hint of jealousy in her tone, or is that just Kit's imagination? Whatever, he has no secrets from her.

"Indeed," he says with humor. "She is the only one who doesn't treat me like a piece of meat, to be mounted, drained, and discarded."

"Is that so?" Grace demands, pulling back slightly.

Perhaps he has gone too far, although he was only jesting. "Nothing passed between us save words. And a handshake."

"I see," Grace says, but her furrowed brow suggests otherwise.

"I needed to spend some time with someone that I am not having sex with," Kit says. "It is nice to feel wanted, but it is also nice once in a while to feel unwanted." He sighs again. "Does that make sense?"

Grace nods. "I guess so. I'm not putting undue pressure on you, am I?"

"You? No," Kit says quickly, sitting up a little. "The hours I spend with you each day are the most precious."

Grace smiles broadly, which always sends Kit's heart to thumping faster. "I am glad to hear that, for I feel the same." She laces her fingers through Kit's and squeezes gently.

"A thought occurs to me," Grace says brightly. "If nothing passed between you and Eva, then this hungry beast has not yet been sated today." Her slim fingers glide across the tightened crotch of Kit's trousers. His thickness throbs as her fingertips brush against it, her touch enflaming him even through the cloth. "Which means I shall be the recipient of your first offering of the day." She smiles impishly. Her hand moves to cup and press against her brother's covered cock.

She leans against him, pressing her mountainous breasts against him, and says breathily into his ear. "It is certain to be thick and plentiful. Do you wish to deposit it inside me or upon me?"

Kit groans in lustful appreciation. Grace lifts her hand up and begins to unbutton his shirt, sliding her hand under the cloth to trace circles across his broad, muscular chest.

"Inside you," Kit says as Grace flicks his nipple with her nail, eliciting a gasp from her brother.

Her tongue curls around his ear. She wraps her lips around his earlobe and suckles lightly while her fingers tease him. Kit's cock is an iron bar in his pants, tenting them obscenely.

Grace lays whispery kisses along Kit's jaw, cheek and neck. "My beautiful boy," she whispers. "Do you want to put your big cock in mommy's pussy? Drive up into mommy and pump me full of that delicious, gooey seed mommy loves so much? Do you know that if you do that, mommy's tummy is going to swell with your child?"

Kit groans again, twisting in his seat. He kisses Grace fiercely, possessively, on the lips. Her tongue meets his, wrestles with it, and she moans into his mouth. He palms one of her bountiful breasts, his large hand dwarfed by her tit, and as her hardened nipple digs into his palm through the thin fabric of her shirt, he realizes she is not wearing a bra.

In response, Grace cups the bulge between Kit's legs. Her fingers close over his hardness, squeezing gently. "Oh," she says, as if surprised. "This cock is much too big for mommy's delicate pussy. Perhaps my mouth? Or my big mommy tits?"

Kit growls a negative, squeezing her mammoth mammary. Grace's breath hitches a little. He loves this side of her. His respectable older sister, pretending to be his incestuous mother, speaking the most perverted things with an affected, girlish voice. Every word makes his cock throb with need.

"Okay, baby," Grace says, pretending to back down. "Mommy's pussy. But you're so big, the whole thing would tear me in half. Maybe just the tip?" All the while, her fingers danced across his still clothed cock, as if weighing and measuring him.

She pulls back a little, hooks her arms into the straps of her shirt and pulls it down. Suddenly her enormous, creamy tits are naked to Kit's burning gaze. Big, dark nipples puckered and crinkled with lust, begging to be kissed. He fills his hands with them, pressing them together to make a mile of cleavage, and falls upon her breasts with lips and tongue.

Grace's hands are busy elsewhere. While his face is full of her right breast and his mouth latches to her nipple, Kit senses her pulling her skirt upward, baring her thickly powerful thighs and delectable pussy. No panties either.

The bouncing of the carriage on the uneven road almost pulls Grace's tit from Kit's mouth, but he holds her tight between his lips. She gasps as her nipple is stretched, though, even as she fumbles with his sword belt. The blade clatters to the floor of the carriage and she pushes at his pants. Kit shifts in the seat, letting her pull his garments to his feet.

"Twelve Gods," she gasps, as if seeing his long, thick cock for the first time. He is fully engorged, the purple head almost glowing with need and already weeping copious amounts of precoital juice. The length of him shudders and throbs, desperate to bury itself deep within her.

She looks at him with too wide eyes and a wicked grin. "You're so awfully big, baby! Just the tip, now. You don't want to hurt mommy, do you?"

Grace turns and twists, swinging one leg over her brother's lap, her back to him, her large and beautiful ass flexing as she straddles his hardness. Kit reaches up in front of her to cup Grace's huge breasts, kneading her sensitive, silken flesh and tweaking her long hard nipples between his fingers.

She reaches between their legs to grip him, grasping his engorged cock just beneath the apple-sized head. She looks over her shoulder, long dark locks whipping about. "Just the tip, baby," she reminds him breathlessly.

Grace shifts her hips and lines Kit's cockhead up. He feels her pussy-lips kiss his hot flesh, her fluids mixing with his. Then she slowly lowers herself, her lips opening up wide to accept him. He feels the warm wet moisture of his oldest sister's cunt and he groans with abject pleasure. Her lips close around him, gripping him tight, as if keeping him from going any further.

Grace makes a sound, half-whine, half-sob, and braces her arms against the roof of the carriage. "Just the tip," she whispers, her lips tightening rhythmically around his throbbing cockhead.

Predictably, the carriage hits a bump in the road, and as the vehicle rocks gently, Grace bounces on the end of Kit's cock. Several inches drive up into her warm, wet depths. Her hot flesh parts like butter against his raging hardness. Kit grips her waist and admires the way Grace's lush, curvy ass flexes before him as his thick and hungry cock drives into her. Grace cries out and gives her hips a little extra wiggle.

Grace places her feet flat against the floor of the carriage and suspends herself between it and the roof. She lets the bobbing and bouncing of the carriage on the bumpy dirt road direct the movements of her body as she rides her brother. Kit sits back, just holding Grace's waist, enjoying the slickness and tightness of her pussy as she bounces above him. Her inner muscles grip and caress his throbbing length as each bounce drives him deeper and deeper.

It is not long before she releases her hold on the ceiling and settles down completely upon his lap, her maternal pussy desperate to be speared by his rampant rod. As she settles down, she reaches between them, her fingertips fluttering across his engorged ballsack. "So full of delicious juice, Kit," she moans, her voice returning to normal. She looks back over her shoulder again, eyes smoldering. "Fill me up, Kit. I can't wait to feel you erupt inside me."

Kit grunts, braces his own feet on the swaying floor of the carriage, and begins to fuck up into his sister. Her arms flail for support, eventually reaching for the carriage ceiling again, as her body rocks violently upon his. Her pussy squelches with their combined fluids, and her ass makes slapping sounds against his abdomen as he stirs her honeypot with his thick rod.

Kit's hands slide up from her waist and the jumble of her clothing to cup her bouncing, bountiful breasts. He revels in their weight and softness, how each tit overflows his grasping fingers, how each nipple digs into his palms. He wishes she were full of milk again so he could drink from her as he did while an infant, and feels a sick thrill knowing that she will soon be ready to feed their child. His cock swells inside her clasping pussy at the thought.

Grace pushes back against him with equal fervor. Her hands drop to cover her brother's hands as he mauls her heavy breasts. Her cries and moans rise higher as she rapidly approaches her own climax. Her pussy tightens perceptibly around Kit's invading member. He feels her body shake in his hands and against his body, her thighs shivering, her breasts bobbing, as she throws her head back and howls in ecstasy. Kit grins through a mouthful of Grace's dark, sweetly scented hair.

She sways in his lap a moment as she fights to recover her equilibrium. Kit's cock throbs deep inside her. She leans back into him and twists, presenting her full lipped mouth for his kisses. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes moist. "I love you, Kit," she says.

"I love you, Grace," he responds, flexing inside her. She yelps and twists back, raising her arms to the roof of the carriage once more and moving her hips.

"I need your seed, Kit," she purrs. "I need to feel you emptying inside me. I need you to come, baby."

She moves faster over him now, her hips a blur. Her pussy muscles clench and unclench around him, coaxing out his spend. His hands roam up and down her entire, luscious body. Her plush ass flexing in front of him is almost entrancing. He feels the pressure building at the base of his cock in only a few moments. His hands fly to her waist once more, as his balls draw up and his thick cock swells and expands in her depths.

She cries out wordlessly as he holds her tight and drives deep, as deep as he can go, and explodes. Kit's cock throbs again and again, each throb sending a long ribbon of semen-rich jism directly into his sister's thirsty womb. He pulls her closer as he erupts, desperate to drive deeper, wanting to fill her full of viscous white cream. His temples throb in concert with his cock and every muscle in his body tightens. Thick jets spurt from his prick again and again, a near constant stream of cum that fills Grace completely and overflows her shuddering pussy.

She is weeping and gasping above him, fighting for breath, her own simultaneous climax tearing through her as her youngest brother's huge cock pumps her full of his seed. She reaches a point when she can no longer hold herself up and she slumps forward, shivering and overcome physically and emotionally.

Kit is still coming. All conscious thought has fled. He feels outside himself as he watches Grace slump forward, slipping off his shuddering cock as it continues to pump potent seed from its throbbing, angry head. Thick ribbons decorate Grace's lush ass and sweetly curving back until at last the flood Kit has been saving all day subsides. A few final weak pulses send pearlescent drops to splatter on Grace's heated flesh.

Kit slumps back in the carriage seat, utterly drained, utterly relaxed, and utterly in love. It takes a moment for his head to clear, and when it does he hurriedly bends down and lifts a barely sensate Grace back into his arms and onto his lap. Their mingled fluids spread across his thighs and the carriage cushions, but he cares little. He holds Grace close and inundates her cheeks and lips with delicate kisses until her long lashes part and her dark eyes focus upon him.

She reaches between her legs to cup her pussy as his seed seeps out of her enflamed pussy. She smiles shyly and her lashes drop a moment before she looks into his eyes again. "I do love you, Kit," she says. "So much that it scares me sometimes."

Kit can only kiss her gently. Whatever fears he has for the future, they abate when she is in his arms. Their love does not frighten him. It provides sorely needed strength.