Homelands Pt. 05 Ch. 05

A few moments were all he needed, as it turned out that Nina's plan was a whole lot better than he'd realized. All of a sudden, the king doubled over in pain. Not because of anything Eric had done, to be sure. But either his mother or Nina must have managed to land a serious blow.

That gave Eric an opening.

His blade slid through the king so easily that Eric almost thought he'd missed. But when warm blood started to trickle down his forearms and the point of his sword burst out the king's back, he knew that he'd struck home.

The king disappeared right after that. Or collapsed back into one of his other bodies, presumably.

A quick glance revealed that his mother was still where he'd left her, and her Phil was gone too. Eric shrugged at her and she laughed nervously.

"Guess we scared-" she began.

Then the ground rumbled and they both snapped their heads around to look at the source of the tremor. Not a hundred yards away, there was a new Phil. This one stood forty feet tall and carried an equally enhanced bardiche. There was no indication that he'd been fried with lightning or run through by a sword or mauled by a tiger.

"Shit," Eric said.

"What now?" Gabriela asked.

"We run?" Eric suggested.

Before either of them could move, they felt the air press down against them. It quickly pulled back away, then rushed back towards them, like waves in the ocean.

Or like some giant beast was flapping an enormous pair of wings.

They probably should have fled anyway. But Eric's curiosity got the better of him. He looked up to see what it was, even though he suspected that he knew the answer.

Sure enough, he found himself staring at a real, live dragon.

Far away as his father was, he still filled the sky. If Eric had to guess, he'd say that there was a good five hundred feet from snout to tail. Most of that emerald length was thick and muscular, too. This was not a dragon one would mistake for a serpent. His long claws looked fit for leveling mountains and his gaping maw for swallowing whales whole. Of course, with so many rows of sharp, long teeth, whatever he chose to dine on would be little more than bloody ribbons by the time it made it to the back of his mouth anyway.

Fortunately, the king also proved incapable of resisting the urge to stare up in awe.

And his moment of indecision gave Nina the opening she needed to dart across the open plain and leap onto the king's back. Had he been paying attention, he might well have cut her in half. But he didn't even start to react until she'd already pounced.

For a few fractions of a second, the two struggled as Hank plummeted towards them like a rocket. When Phil finally took hold of the tigress, peeled her off his back, and flung her away, his back was coated in a sheet of blood.

But even if she hadn't drawn any blood or torn off a chunk of his shoulder, she'd have done her job. Which was merely to distract the king.

Before Phil had the chance to stand up straight, the green jaws snapped shut. The king's feet remained on the ground, but the rest of him was no more than a crimson curtain that had sprayed across the grassy field.

#

Just as Patty was about to kiss Kurt goodbye, Aunt Zoey stuck her head out the back door. "Kurt, baby, you two might want to come back inside."

Patty frowned. Technically, her aunt had acknowledged her existence. But only just.

"What is it?" her cousin asked.

"Just come see," she said, then disappeared.

Kurt looked a question at her.

She nodded and took his hand as he led her back into the house.

Standing at the front doorway were two towering city guards, each of whom wore a golden breastplate. One carried a flaming sword and the other a spear. Huddled between them, looking a little scared and a lot indignant, were Nick and Veronica.

"Do you know these two?" one of the guards snapped, eyes focused on Kurt.

"What? Oh, yeah. Yes. They're my cousins."

And Patty's brother and sister. Not that anyone cared. After all, she didn't have golden skin, so she might as well be invisible.

"Patty!" Veronica screamed.

The guards looked like they weren't sure if that was a punishable offense. Apparently, after some internal deliberations, they were able to conclude that it was not.

Patty blushed and waved to her brother and sister.

She'd never been so happy to see anyone in her life. Yet neither had she ever felt so uncomfortable expressing it. Why couldn't all the shiny, happy people just go away? Or go back to ignoring her? Did they all have to stare at her at once?

Looking like he took as much pleasure from doing so as might have passing a kidney stone, Kurt's grandfather said it was alright and waved the guards away. They hesitated a moment before departing.

They did the awkward reunion thing for a bit, but it was clear to everyone that Kurt's grandfather was having a hard time tolerating the presence of so many uncouth people. Nor were Zoey and Olivia overjoyed to be sharing Kurt's attention either.

So, before long, Patty proposed that she and her siblings return to Summer. Kurt walked them outside and Nick and Veronica turned their backs so as to give the two of them some semblance of privacy while Patty got the goodbye kiss her aunt had interrupted earlier. Then Patty bid her cousin farewell, with actual words, and off they went.

After having counted every minute that ticked slowly by, Patty found the end of her brief stay in the Eternal Garden of the Sun rushing past. Her final moments with Kurt passed in the blink of an eye.

Her mind had been elsewhere. Aunt Zoey and Olivia recounted the horror of watching Uncle Wes die, and then Veronica and Nick told everyone about their failed attempt to kidnap the king's sons. All throughout, Patty listened no more closely than she did to her professor in the calc class she'd barely passed last semester.

All she could do was stare at her brother and sister, admiring how beautiful they were together. The chemistry between them was palpable. And unlike anything Patty had ever felt herself, with Kurt or anyone else.

It had been before, too. But something had changed in the brief time she'd been gone. Whatever it was, it filled Patty with both excitement and jealousy to see it.

Would Kurt go through what Nick and Veronica had gone through if he thought that she'd been kidnapped? Lay siege to the heart of House Bravo's presence in the Playground?

Maybe for Olivia or his mother, he would. But for her?

The jerk.

But whatever. For all Patty cared, he could stay in the land of the self-righteous, having crazy stupid sex, all day long, with his bitchy mother and slutty sister. Maybe they'd have lots of shiny, golden babies together. The sunlit folk didn't have anything against that, unlike the rest of the Homelands. In fact, inbreeding was the norm among civilized people, as Kurt's grandfather had so patiently, and not at all condescendingly, explained to them.

Of course, Patty didn't really mean any of that.

Maybe a little.

But mostly not. She was just upset about how everything had worked out. About how her cousin had not only decided that she wasn't so important to him after all, but how he'd talked her into a stupid, selfish act that had ended up causing a lot of people a lot of suffering. People she cared about.

"Your mother's going to be so happy to see you," Veronica said, running her fingers lightly through Patty's hair.

"Uh, my mother? When did we stop calling her Mom-Gee?"

Nick and Veronica explained to her again, patiently, that their mothers had split up. They'd already gone through that, of course. That and everything else that she'd missed. But none of it was sinking in yet.

Her mother and her brother had basically gone to war to get her back. That was why her uncle was dead, and whey Aunt Zoey and Olivia had left Summer. Why the whole Moody clan had attacked the king.

Suddenly, a few pieces started to fit together.

"Wait, how do you even know that my mother's safe?" Patty said, her head spinning. "We have to get back to Summer, now!"

"That's the idea, yeah," Nick said. He looked to Veronica, wearing an expression that basically said, "Can you believe this girl?"

"I'm sure she's fine," Veronica added, putting a hand on Patty's arm.

"How can you say that? After what happened to Uncle Wes?"

"These things have a way of working themselves out," her sister replied.

That was when Patty picked up on the artificial calm in her sister's voice. Veronica was trying to calm Patty down. But she didn't actually believe the things she was saying.

Nor should she.

"That they do," Nick said, taking one of each girl's hands in either of his. "They'll be waiting for us when we get back. You'll see."

#

If he'd had his way, Kurt would have spent the rest of the day sitting quietly in the garden, contemplating all the mistakes he'd made and what it had cost not just him, but the entire family. His mother had always told him to follow his heart, but his father had never filled his head with such nonsense. His father always thought things through. And now, because Kurt had done as his mother always told him to do, and precisely the opposite of what his father would have advised, his mother was heartbroken, his father dead, and Patty had left him. That wasn't something you could just shrug off.

But, naturally, quiet reflection was not what his mother had in mind.

Hardly a minute after he'd come back in from seeing Patty off, his mother grabbed him by the front of his tunic, threw him down into a chair, and straddled him. She didn't even bother to take her clothes off.

Olivia and their grandfather looked on in stunned silence for a minute or so. Then they followed suit. Though, unlike Kurt and his mother, the two of them took their time.

From his perspective, though, everything seemed to be happening so fast. He wanted to tell them all to just slow down. To step back and think about what they'd been through.

The air itself hummed with sexual energy though. As his mother hiked their tunics up about their waists and reached down to take his flaccid member in her soft hand, he knew that it wouldn't take long before he'd succumb to her will. His lips had not yet felt hers and he held his hands stretched out to either side of him, safely away from the temptations of his mother's heavenly figure. But even so, he was rapidly approaching a full erection. The intense hunger she felt for him was a powerful aphrodisiac. Her blue eyes started to glow, then turned gold and shone that much brighter. Her Libido was a force unto itself. Kurt had never felt anything quite like it. Though the force that was acting so powerfully upon him was not physical in nature, its effects nonetheless were.

All thoughts of his father and of Patty drained away, like soap suds in the shower. Something strong and primal slipped into the driver's seat.

His mother needed a good fucking. And he was just the man to give it to her.

"Oh, baby," his mother cooed as she gave his rock hard dick a few more pumps, "Mommy's never seen your eyes do that before. You have no idea how hot that is."

Kurt almost asked what his eyes had done that was turning her on so, but he knew the answer. Even without the benefit of mirror to confirm it, he was sure that his own eyes were giving off golden light. He wasn't sure, but he thought he even noticed a subtle shift in his vision. Like he was suddenly able to see everything in more detail.

Whether it was just the intensity of their emotions, the need to be released from the suffering and pain and grief, or perhaps that their true natures had an easier time rising to the surface now that they were back home in the Eternal Garden, Kurt couldn't have said. But he didn't need to know why everything felt so intense all of a sudden. He only needed to know that the hunger could not be denied.

Their lips met just as his mother slid down his pole.

That Kurt managed not to climax right then and there was a minor miracle.

His vision was not the only sense that had been ramped up. The smell of his mother's juices filled his nostrils, followed by her shampoo and her sweat. Her lips were soft and warm and made his own lips tingle pleasantly wherever they came into contact with hers. Her hands roamed his body, and even with the fabric of his tunic separating them from him, they created waves of heat that radiated through Kurt.

Nothing had ever felt as good as his mother's pussy. With every additional quarter of an inch that slid inside his mother, another wave of pleasure crested within him. Tension rose and rose and rose then peaked. Then did so again. And again. And again. It was almost like an entire evening of sex was condensed down into each and every split second.

Kurt rested his hands on his mother's rounded calves, giving the dense muscles a squeeze. Then he slid his hands up to her thighs. They worked back and forth a few times, getting to know the curves of her body, before continuing their ascent, more forcefully now. When they reached her ass, they really came alive.

It hardly even felt like he was directing them.

Or maybe he just wanted to believe that, because he wasn't quite ready to admit to himself that he was capable of being so forceful with his mother.

Either way, those hands of his did not caress his mother's ass. Nor did they grope it. They worked her globes like dough, pulling them apart then mashing them together, and then burying his fingers as far as they'd go into her flat, hard cheeks.

Caught up in the moment as he was, he could almost believe his mother had as nice an ass as Patty did. The single most important thing about the ass in his hands, just then, was that it belonged to his mother.

When she responded with an excited whimper and started rolling her hips, pushing her ass back against his hands, he got even more aggressive.

The first time his palm met her bare ass, it barely produced a soft smack. The second slap was a bit harder, but still left him feeling like he'd held back too much. The third connected more forcefully, and the air rang out with a miniature thunderclap.

His mother broke away from their kiss. The moment her lips left his, an intense disappointment descended upon Kurt. He leaned forward, working his lips against the empty air, beckoning her to return to him.

"That's it, sweetie. Use Mommy however you need to," she said.

Then she ended his suffering by joining their mouths together once more.

With that, Kurt's ability to resist the inevitable finally failed.

As his jizz began to shoot into his mother's womb, she started rocking her hips faster and faster, and kissing him harder and harder.

But soon thereafter, she once more forced him to survive for a few agonizing moments without the pleasure of her kiss while she said, "Yes, yes, yes, don't stop. Sow Mommy's garden with your strong seed."

All the oxygen went out of the room.

That was quite a choice of words. It almost sounded like she was asking him to impregnate her. To father his own siblings. To make his mother a mommy once again.

Their grandfather had mentioned that this was the way of the sunlit folk. That he himself had fathered a child on his own mother. Which meant that his grandfather was technically both his mother's father and her brother. Or half-brother, at any rate.

Whether that was the norm here in the Eternal Garden or not, though, it felt deeply wrong to Kurt. His blood might have been corrupted by inbreeding as it was, but his sense of right and wrong came form a lifetime spent in mortal society. And in that world, the Playground, such acts were more or less on par with beastophilia or cannibalism. He couldn't just turn a switch and adopt his grandfather's belief that mating with his family members it was not only okay, but necessary to keep their blood pure.

At the same time, the very fact that everything inside him was convinced that it was one of the most depraved and forbidden acts known to man made his mother's suggestion painfully arousing. Everything he'd felt when he first committed incest with his sister was coming back to him. Though the thought of knocking his mother up had never crossed his mind before, Kurt suddenly felt an intense desire to make it happen. Her, and his sister too. But his mother most of all.

That was a decision for her to make though. Wasn't something he could do on his own. It wasn't like with mortals, where all the guy had to do was cum inside the girl and let nature run its course. His mother had to accept his offering, open herself up to it, and sacrifice the energy needed to form a new life. If she was ready to go down that path, she gave no further indication of it. He'd have felt her Libido collapse if so. At least, that was how his grandfather had described it to him.

Even after the last spasm of Kurt's orgasm faded, he was still hard, and still inside his mother. When she broke their kiss off yet again, the longing he felt was almost bearable. It was as if the greedy monster within him had been temporarily satiated now that he'd cum.

It was still there, though. For now, it was only pestering him. But it would start growling and snarling and foaming at the mouth again soon enough, he was sure.

"Good for more?" his mother asked, pressing her forehead against his.

"Fuck yes," Kurt said, giving her ass a playful smack.

"Mmm," she said, nuzzling his neck. "That's what I like to hear."

They started back up slowly. But it didn't take long before they were going at it full force again. His inner demon -- or perhaps it was his inner angel, however odd that sounded -- had come roaring back.

As his mother bounced frantically up and down on his hard dick, Kurt rained slaps on her ass, fast and hard. If they were mortals, pins and needles would be stinging her ass by now, and her skin would have turned red. But he knew that wasn't happening, at least no more so than she wanted it to, because he felt a tiny trickle of energy leave her Libido after every one of his blows. What else could she be doing, if not numbing the pain?

When she yet again broke away from their kiss, Kurt nearly grabbed her by her hair and pushed her face back against his. But, this time, she wasn't making him suffer so that she could tell him to do something he was doing anyway. She turned her attention to his neck. And that felt soooooooo good that he forgot all about how lonely his lips were.

Her hip movements grew slower and slighter. The whole tone of their coupling seemed to have moved from intense and rapid to slow and seductive. He stopped slapping his mother's ass and began gently fondling her breasts through the fabric of her tunic. Then, remembering that mortal rules didn't apply to them, he willed their clothes away, and suddenly they were both naked. His mother's soft, full breasts rested perfectly in the palms of his hands, and her stiff nipples felt good between his fingers. The little surges of activity he felt in her Libido every time he put a little extra pressure on them made his own Libido go crazy.

Hard as it was to give up the addictive pleasure of her nibbling at his ear and making love to his neck, Kurt asked his mother to lean back. When she did, looking a question at him, he took one of her magnificent breasts in his mouth and began teasing her nipple.

"Mmm, that's where your mouth belongs, honey," his mother moaned. She gripped the back of his head and pressed him against her. Her long nails lightly teased his earlobe.

Kurt kept the suction seal on her tit and set to work tongue-fucking her stiff milk nozzle. Then he slowly closed his mouth until his lips surrounded first her areola then her nipple. After worrying at it a bit with his lips, he pulled back and, with his tongue relaxed, gently lapped at it. He then gave the golden nipple a kiss and moved his attention to her other breast, lest it get jealous of its twin sister.