Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 04

The door was just as far away as it had been before they started making out with each other. And that was awful far away.

Just then, the women pulled apart. Cindy rolled off her sister and sat back down on the edge of the bed, hip to hip with the younger woman. Iva tucked her hair back behind her ear as she regarded me. "Listen, stud. Your invitation is expiring. Pretty much now. So either get over here or give us some privacy."

What was this, reverse psychology?

Cindy leaned over and kissed Iva's cheek then placed a slender finger over her full lips. "What my lovely sister is trying to say is that we'd really appreciate the company. We can have plenty of fun by ourselves. But we see each other all the time. It would be so nice to have someone else join us for a change."

Iva flashed a look at Cindy that was at least mildly irritated, if not quite truly upset.

Before my pajamas hit the floor, I poured almost every bit of energy I had into building a thick shield inside my head. It might be nice to have some energy for going on the offense. But I was afraid that would prove to be a mistake. If I could avoid surrendering all my energy to them for a while, maybe then I could worry about taking some of theirs for myself.

The women slid apart, making room for me on the bed.

That made no sense. A twin bed hardly had room for two, let alone three.

But there were no longer two twin beds in the room. Just one king sized one.

They each wrapped one hand around my monster cock. Iva kissed my neck while Cindy worked her way up my abs and chest before finally settling on my lips.

Ecstasy filled every fiber of my being. It was all I could do to avoid cumming right away. In the hands of someone as powerful as she was, Iva's full lips were deadly weapons.

Shit.

Cindy kept kissing me on the mouth while Iva moved down by my hips. I felt her hot breath on my cock and I shuddered. "Mmm, I can all but taste your anticipation," Iva said. "I'm going to enjoy this."

Not half as much as I did.

Maybe Deirdre could have rivaled what Iva was doing just then if she made a point of it. But short of that, I'd never experienced anything like it.

She'd gotten stronger while I was gone.

Of course she had. She'd added Dom to the list of people she'd Devoured. We'd Devoured the same number of people, and hers had been more powerful. And, what's worse, I'd known that. I'd just let it slip my mind while I was trying to talk myself out of leaving.

Not to mention, if Iva wasn't putting everything she had into overpowering me, then I'd seriously underestimated her.

Those lush lips slid over my shiny helmet. My muscles first melted than sprang back to life. Moist warmth washed over me. Her tongue moved faster than possible, working the sensitive foreskin and the underside of my head. She took me all the way down her throat, humming against my shaft. Even while I was deep inside her, I felt her tongue lapping at my balls. And another tongue sliding in my ass. Despite all the energy I'd poured into erecting defensive walls, it was more than I could take. Any second now, I would-

I blacked out.

When I came to, Iva was sitting beside my head. She ran her fingers along the outsides of my ears. "Welcome back, tiger. Hope I didn't come on too strong."

"How long was I out?"

"Not even a minute," she said. "So let's keep right on trucking, hmm?"

I murmured agreement.

"Great! Was hoping you'd say that. So how about you eat me out while my sister gives you the opportunity to compare her oral skills to mine?"

Without waiting for an answer, she raised one leg up high and fingered her puffy lips.

I rolled onto my side and leaned in, breathing in deeply through my nose so as to savor her scent. A hint of vanilla.

She tasted as good as she smelled.

As I feasted on Iva's meat curtains, Cindy slid down to the bottom of the bed. A moment later, I was all the way down her throat. I almost coughed in surprise.

Cindy lacked Iva's talent, thankfully. She was certainly good. But it was much easier to resist her ministrations than it had been her sister's.

Somehow, I managed to get my defenses back in place. I realized I didn't feel like I'd lost a great deal of energy. Maybe I'd passed out so quickly, Iva hadn't had much chance to drain me. For that matter, I wasn't even sure if I'd cum before blacking out.

One way or another, the pleasures my Aunt Cindy was visiting upon me felt worlds away. Still quite enjoyable, but not like an avalanche bearing down on me.

That gave me the courage to pour some energy into pleasuring Iva.

At first, her response was modest, and I was afraid that it wouldn't much matter.

But thankfully enough, Cindy's efforts were in no danger of leaving me vulnerable again anytime too soon, and though it was going slower than I'd like, I was definitely wearing Iva down. Several minutes later, with my fingers in her ass and pussy and my tongue somehow working her clitoris, labia, and G-spot all at once, my aunt reached climax. It was not the most intense orgasm ever, and her libido wasn't left exposed for long. But I did manage to siphon off a decent amount of energy. Well more than I'd burned up so far.

Iva raked her fingers across my scalp. "So, how many tongues do you have, exactly?"

I kissed her thighs and hips a few times before craning my neck far enough to let me meet her gaze. "No more than you."

Which, judging by how she knocked me out, was just about true.

She smiled and reached down to tweak my nose between her fingers. Her eyes then drifted down to the monster cock her sister was gobbling down on. "I think I need to ride that thing. Cin, you need to let him show you what he just did to me. Why don't you sit on his face?"

Aunt Cindy slowly slid me from her warm mouth, letting her lips slide together at the tip of my cock. "Sure thing," she said. If she was bothered by the fact that she'd failed to get me off, she didn't let it show.

So one aunt straddled my hips and slowly took my entire length inside her while the other straddled my shoulders and pressed her naked sex against my face. I went easier on Cindy than I had Iva, taking the time to enjoy her sweet, honeyed taste. I needed to focus more on defense now anyway.

It was a good thing I did.

On a certain level, nothing compared to sex with Mom, because I didn't have near the same desire for anyone that I did for my mother. But while the psychological and emotional thrill of making love to Mom went a ways, there were still limits to what it could make up for in other areas. Not that Mom was lacking in talent, physically or metaphysically. But some of the women of our kind were in a league above hers.

Aunt Iva was one of them.

Aunt Cindy and I came at more or less the same time. Iva milked me what good, her walls steadily contracting against my shaft. But even without offering her quite the same performance as I'd delivered for her sister, I'd managed to open Cindy up pretty thoroughly. Effectively, then, Iva was really draining her sister, using me as a conduit.

The sisters collapsed on either side of me. Their hands ran up and down my hard body while they slid their soft thighs over me, playing footsie with one another. Iva was glowing softly and looked like she was feeling pretty frisky. Just picking up steam, really. Cindy, on the other hand, was starting to slow down. She was far from satiated, I was sure, but still much closer to needing to either take or break or stop altogether than her sister was. Her eyelids looked heavy, and her movements were slow and languid.

I closed my eyes and concentrated. A second Frank appeared by the foot of the bed.

Iva grinned, but showed no other reaction.

Had I expected it to impress her? Even Mom hadn't been impressed til I put myself into three bodies. And Mom had split in two herself. If she could, no doubt Iva could as well.

But I was too close to wiped out already to contemplate introducing a third body.

Cindy giggled with delight. "I get one of my very own?"

"You do," I said.

Over the next hour or so, I fucked each woman in each of her holes, and fucked Iva in a few extra ones besides. At one point, I lay on my back, with Iva riding me, my hands playing with her superb breasts, while Cindy knelt behind her sister, alternately sucking my balls and giving Iva a rimjob. Meanwhile, my other body fucked Cindy's tight ass. After a while, I formed a pedestal out of my upraised hands with the body that was lying down, and Aunt Cindy came and sat atop the palm pedestal. She held onto her sister's head with both hands, her thighs wrapped around Iva's neck, while Iva ate her sister's pussy. The second me then came up behind Iva and fucked her ass.

But I couldn't maintain two bodies forever. Not even as long as I'd maintained three earlier, with Mom. I'd wasted entirely too much energy just trying to stave off Iva's assaults. And neither woman was climaxing often enough for me to replace the energy I was using.

I collapsed back to one body and told the sisters I needed a brief break.

They, however, did not.

The two of them formed a sixty-nine. Whether it was Iva's intention or not, Cindy experienced what appeared to be a rather intense orgasm, and in the process fed what little energy she had left to Iva. She then rolled off her younger sister with a goofy smile plastered on her face, told Iva how amazing she was, and fell fast asleep.

Iva smiled up at me as she sat up, tucking her knees against her chest. She ran a hand through her hair and cleaned up the sweat and cum and other remnants of our little romp.

"Looks like I underestimated you," I said. "Again."

"I just hope you remember that I submitted graciously," she said.

"What?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't be dense. I wanted you to know that I could easily win if I wanted to. You're not the only one who's gotten stronger since we last saw each other. And though I think I actually had been harboring a secret desire to sit on the throne for a while, however much I wanted to believe otherwise, just now, when I realized it was mine for the taking, I found that I didn't want it. One of the things I admired about Jack was how plain it was that he was never the kind of guy who would do anything and everything to hold onto the throne. Only took it in the first place because no one else was prepared to do so, and leaving Brianna there seemed like it just might spell the end of our court. Now, I wish he'd have been willing to fight just a little harder to keep it, but he reminded me of the person I've always wanted to be. So, there you have it. I could turn you into a vegetable. But I choose not to. So you damned sure better not make me regret that, or else I just might have to Devour another Orwin."

That last part was said without any menace. Or hesitation.

Perhaps I should have shuddered, but I was too stunned to move so much as a muscle.

"Thanks?"

"Smart-ass," she said, before sticking her tongue out at me. Then a more serious expression settled over her. "So, what are you going to do with me now?"

"Nothing," I said.

What kind of woman moves so naturally from death threats to childish taunts?

"You should, you know. Not that I'm about to complain. But if I were you, and someone like me more or less said that at any moment, they might change their mind about stepping aside for me, I'd at least think long and hard about exiling them."

"I know," I said with a sigh.

Iva cocked an eyebrow at me. "You're just going to leave me free to do as I wish? How do you know I won't make you regret that?"

"Because you won't."

Anger flashed across her face. "You're strong. Really strong. And the fact that a bit more of the old you, the sweet, naive, charming you, is apparently still left than I'd feared...well, that's definitely a good thing. A really good thing. But don't get too-"

"I know," I said again. "But of the many threats I'm bound to face, and I'm sure there will be many, you won't be one of them. Partly, because I'm about to ask you to stay on as Shadow. But also because, on top of that, I'm about to tell you that you can do whatever you want to Patrick, as long as I can pretend I had no foreknowledge of it."

"Huh. Can't say I expected that." After a pause, Iva asked, "What was it like?"

"You mean being Deirdre's captive?" I asked.

She nodded. "The way you talked about it earlier, it sounded like you almost enjoyed it, at least most of the time. But still."

"If I've changed, I think Brianna's the real reason. For all she knew, when I ran afoul of Silas, as was all too predictable, I would simply be executed. And she didn't care."

Iva nodded. "That's the world we live in. At least, those of us who get too close to the center of it all. Shockingly enough, those who stay away from the power struggles never seem to get quite as cold. Funny how that works."

Strangely enough, I felt her Libido soar as she said this.

"What did I do?" I asked.

"Hmm?" she asked.

"It feels like we're back on good terms. And I'm sure that promising to let you do whatever you feel is necessary with Pat helped. But, well, you'll forgive me for hoping that we might be able to forge something stronger than a purely opportunistic, political alliance."

"I don't know. Maybe I can relate to feeling betrayed," she said.

Then she started to crawl on top of me, her Libido throwing off heat like a fire.

"Is that so?" I asked, breathing heavy.

"Shh," she said, pressing a finger to my lips.

"What if I ask nicely?"

"Do you really want to talk about my dark past?" she asked as she rubbed her moist pussy against the shaft of my cock. "Or do you want to fuck me?"

I grabbed her by the waist and rolled her over onto her back. Then I moved down the bed to kneel before her.

"Missionary?" she asked with a laugh. "Back to basics is it then?"

With one hand on each of two cocks, I said, "Sort of."

My aunt laughed and worked her little lady slowly with her fingers.

I teased her for a while first, with fingers and tongues that stood where fingers should have. Then I lubed her up, did the same for the bottom cock, the short one with the tapered head, and slowly set about working myself into her two holes. Iva moaned and sighed contentedly as I worked, running her hands over my hard abs.

Hands and mouths floated in a cloud all around us. Some were large, rough hands. Others were smaller, softer. Some of the mouths had the fullest, reddest lips you ever did see. We manually and orally stimulated each other in a dozen places while I slowly, tenderly, worked my two cocks in and out of her holes.

When one of Iva's hands worked a thumb up my ass, I moaned, and very nearly erupted.

I'd gotten more used to that with Deirdre than I'd have once thought I could. Yet I hadn't thought to tell anyone how much I liked it. I probably should have been long past the point about feeling guilty about anything pleasurable, though. And I also should have known that Iva wouldn't need to hear me say it to know it was true. This was Iva, after all.

Gentle feelers stroked my Libido, sending flashes of pleasure through me. They were so intense I thought I might black out again. Somehow, I managed to do the same for her, though as overwhelmed as I was, and with as many supernatural feats as I was already performing, it was no easy task.

But I must have managed it, because we reached climax together.