Homelands Pt. 07 Ch. 04

With a weary sigh, she scooped up the pile of talismans and cast them into the fire beside her. Bright tongues curled up into the air as the flames accepted her gift, then winked out.

Slowly, Caronwyn rose to her feet. She had no idea what games the Dreamsmyths played amongst themselves. Nor would she care, if they'd but leave her son out of them.

Her mother had warned her to keep an eye on the queen and her brood, but so far as Caronwyn was concerned, the job of the matriarch was to avoid embroiling the clan in any feuds. So what if the queen denied them privileges she allowed other clans? Arawn had never given her cause to mistrust or resent him.

Not before now, anyway.

How had she fooled herself into believing that he loved her? That neither he nor Kearney would ever let any harm come to her or Oona or any of their children? They were loyal to Clan Dreamsmyth first and foremost, and always would be.

She should have listened to her mother. What had once looked liked paranoia was beginning to look like prescience. The woman hadn't wrested power away from Titania on two separate occasions, and lived to tell the tale, by being delusional.

If only she were still in Faerie rather than in some faraway corner of the Homelands, living out her exile. Caronwnyn could use her advice.

"Something wrong, ma?" Gallech asked.

Caronwyn turned around slowly. Her eldest son stood at the edge of the shadows, staring at her intently. He always stared at her intently. Whatever he felt for her, however different it was from Cahill's feelings towards her, there was no denying its intensity.

"Nothing that need concern you, my little wolf pup," she replied.

Her eyes drank in her son, traveling slowly from head to toe and back again. He was undeniably the prettiest of her boys, but to Caronwyn's mind that was too pretty by half. She liked her men handsome rather than pretty. Yet, strangely, her little elf also had the most ultra-masculine figure of her three sons. Of any man she'd ever met, in fact. He was a few inches shorter than Seamus, who was himself a little shorter than Cahill, yet Gallech's shoulders were broader than those of the middle brother, and not too much narrower than Cahill's. He was built like an armored tank, with thick and wonderfully defined muscles bulging from every which where. He was bulkier than Caronwyn preferred her men, yet his powerful form was not at all unappealing.

His coal black hair and bright green eyes demanded attention. His features might be too fine, his jaw too delicate, but Caronwyn couldn't pretend that her son's hard body was the only appealing thing about him.

Nor could she say that the inferno raging inside him was without its charm. It made her uneasy, especially since her eldest son was the only one who'd yet mastered the art of masking his Libido. Even more so because he thought she didn't know about that. But no woman could feel the strength of his gaze without her passions stirring at least a little.

"Something to do with Cahill then," he said in a neutral tone.

His Libido also concealed his bitterness, for all that it mattered. Caronwyn didn't need to hear it in his voice or see it in his energy to know it was there.

She tried to suppress the guilt she felt over playing favorites with her sons so blatantly. If she could believe herself when she said that neither Gallech's height nor the size of Cahill's manhood had anything to do with it, perhaps she'd have succeeded. But she could at least say that there was more to it than their differences in stature. Cahill made her feel safe and warm, whereas her nerves were always on edge around her eldest son.

"Where is my beloved brother?" he asked, taking a slow step towards the fire. Towards her. The thin cotton pants he wore did little to conceal the hypnotic rippling of his powerful quadriceps. "Don't tell me he's abandoned his training already?"

"No, just stopped early tonight," she said.

With respect to the first question he'd asked, Caronwyn decided that silence was the best response. He didn't need to know that Cahill had gone east. She wasn't sure that she needed to know that. He had to have a good reason for doing so. Thinking too much about what that reason might be would do her no good.

If only the Dreamsmyths hadn't placed a glamour over their lands. A quick glance, a glimpse of her son's whereabouts, and all her concerns might have been put to rest.

Or so she chose to believe.

"Perhaps you're pushing him too hard," Gallech said. "Expecting too much from him."

Caronwyn did not reply. Just watched her son advance ever closer. As he did, the tingling she felt run up and down her spine spread to other parts of her body.

Without speaking a word, she sent a messenger to her other son. Wherever Seamus was, he'd see a will-o'-the-wisp appear, a silvery messenger beckoning him to his mother. He'd be free to ignore it, of course. She never made her sons do anything against their will. But if she knew her boy, he'd heed the call. He was ever eager to please. It was Fiona who benefitted from that most, to be sure, but it was nonetheless a general character trait, not something born solely of his affection towards his sister.

And so, when Cahill returned to Clan Walker's share of the Emerald Court, he'd find his mother sandwiched between his two brothers. With any luck, that would arouse his jealousy, remind him of how he'd once felt about her.

"I expect no more of any of my children than that which I know they can achieve."

Gallech was almost upon her. "I'm curious, then, what you think I'm capable of."

Far less than Cahill.

She hated herself for thinking as much. Her own mother probably never would have thought such a thing to herself. For the longest time, she'd thought Caronwyn too timid, and had assumed that Oona would follow her as matriarch. At least, both sisters had thought that their mother saw them that way. But even if she had, she'd never said as much aloud, nor had she given any indication that she doubted that Caronwyn would achieve great things if she ever did come out of her shell.

Ought she not assume that it was the same with Gallech? Perhaps she looking straight into the eyes of Clan Walker's future patriarch. Of the next Prince of the Emerald Court.

No.

Perhaps it made her a terrible mother, but she truly didn't think so.

"Satisfying your mother, for starters," she said, taking one of his strong hands and guiding it to her hip. Her eyes held his and she made her lower lip pout the way he liked so much. "And I mean deep, deep satisfaction."

Not as deep as Cahill, of course, but that was a standard against which few men could be compared favorably. Her words were no less true for that. Gallech was not without his charms. And sometimes a girl just wanted to feel wanted. Not even Cahill could always make her feel as intensely desired as her eldest son did.

"Not a bad place to start," Gallech said, grabbing her backside with his other hand. He gave her a firm squeeze, sighing contentedly as he did. The way she might have, had his hand belonged to another. Hearing him react that way to the simple pleasure of feeling her made her loins stir though. "Not bad at all."

Unable to wait any longer, Caronwyn went up on tiptoes and pressed her lips against her son's. He wasted no time in kissing her back. No one kissed her quite like Gallech. That wasn't entirely a good thing. Overall, she preferred the balanced approach of Cahill, who always seemed to know when to hold back and when not to. But there were times when her eldest's insistence simply made her knees melt.

Similarly, though she'd have preferred a little more foreplay, and either of Gallech's younger brothers would have been glad to provide it, Caronwyn found her body responding quite favorably when Gallech guided her down onto the ground and forced his way inside her. He didn't even bother undressing her. Just ripped her thick brown robes open as easily as he would have a bathrobe, pulled his throbbing cock out of his pants, and pushed it into an initially reluctant hole. With each of his thrusts, her womb became more welcoming. Her muscles relaxed and soon began to massage him when he went deep inside then releasing him when he started to withdraw.

"That's it, honey," she whispered between nibbles of his elfin ear. God, it felt good to have one of her sons slamming into her like that. "Give it to Mommy. Give it to her good."

By the time Seamus arrived, Caronwyn had already cum twice. Scratch marks ran down her son's wing-like back muscles, and bright red indentations in his chest testified to her fondness for his hard pecs and their prominent striations. For his part, Gallech had filled her womb to overflowing with his warm seed, doing much the same for her Libido in the process.

"What are you doing here?" Gallech asked his younger brother as he approached them silently. He punctuated his words with sharp thrusts, each one nearly knocking Caronwyn flat on her stomach. Were it not for the firm grip of his strong hands on her shoulders, she might well have. A few more of those powerful strokes, she thought, and she'd find herself slipping off into the land of euphoria again. "Fiona get tired of you?"

"Not exactly," Seamus said. "Though she didn't waste much time joining Brit and Finnie after I told her that Mom was summoning me."

Gallech stopped cold.

Caronwyn let out a groan.

"She did, did she?" her eldest son asked.

"Don't be mad, tiger," she said, reaching down to frig her clit with her fingers. She was so close. "You know sometimes Mommy needs more than one cock to get her off."

"That's what we love about you," he replied after an awkward pause.

Then he resumed slamming into her, fast and hard. Faster and harder, even, than before. In no time at all, she reached another orgasm.

And sure enough, after she took a quick break to catch her breath and clean herself up, Caronwyn had herself a grand old time with their two hard, young dicks. She let them set the pace at first, using her for their pleasure. But it wasn't long before they became her personal living sex toys. Her inner demon came to the fore and her sons ceased to be complex immortals with thoughts and feelings and strengths and weaknesses. They were just beautiful men with incredible bodies and thick cocks for her to ride.

Nonetheless, some part of her remained dimly aware of their individual personalities, if only because those personalities led them to adopt fundamentally different approaches to sex. Gallech was pure, unadulterated need. His hands were everywhere, grabbing and squeezing, groping and pinching. His mouth delivered gentle bites as often as it did sloppy kisses. In contrast, Seamus was the very embodiment of restraint. He was tender and affectionate, his hands caressing her hair and her body while his small kisses delivered outsized pleasure.

At one point, Gallech announced that he needed to take a break. That was her fault. She'd milked him too greedily, draining his Libido of energy as surely she had his body of fluids. But while she hadn't done so intentionally, Caronwyn was glad for the opportunity to spend a little time alone with Seamus. That was all too rare an occurrence.

Her sweet son swept a lock of hair away from her face and stared into her eyes. He alone, of all her sons, had inherited her brown irises. They weren't bright and colorful like Oona's chestnut orbs, but deep and dark, nearly black, just like hers.

"You are so beautiful," he told her.

Caronwyn smiled softly. Her fingers traced the contours of his handsome face. He'd come to her as the green man, as he so often did, but it was his true appearance that she was gazing up at now. "So are you, sweetie," she said.

They both ignored the derisive laugh from Gallech, who stood watching them with his back to the fire. He'd had his time alone with her. Now it was his brother's turn.

With less effort than it would have taken to do the same to either of her other sons, Caronwyn rolled Seamus off her and onto his back. Then she climbed atop him and started to guide him inside her. Only she never got the chance, because he then did the same to her, putting her flat on her back once more.

"Not yet," he said. "I need to savor the taste of you for a while first."

"Mmm," Caronwyn purred, letting the sound rumble deep in her throat. Her hands slid slowly over his incredible abs. Seamus had an impossibly toned eight-pack, with deep grooves between the solid muscles. He lacked Cahill's perfect proportions, but his muscles were so beautifully sculpted that it was hard to think of his body as much less than perfect. "Well then," she continued. "Do what you must."

Seamus was perhaps the only man alive who could rival Cahill in that respect. Like her youngest, the boy had an uncanny ability to make torturously slow seduction feel like pure bliss. He brought pleasure to parts of her body that few women would have considered erogenous zones, unless they'd met her sons.

The sweetest of her boys had yet to reach his final destination when Gallech started losing patience. Caronwyn commanded him to wait until Seamus was done, but having the broody youth standing over them kept her son from giving her his best. So then she told her eldest to give them some space too. After he left, Seamus found his groove again, and he slowly, methodically, painstakingly, guided Caronwyn through a most intense orgasm.

Only then did she allow Gallech to rejoin them.

Slowly, the three of them worked their way up from a position Caronwyn thought of as the tower bridge to full double penetration. She began on all fours, with Seamus in her mouth and Gallech pounding her snatch doggy-style. She ended riding Seamus cowgirl while Gallech knelt behind her and furiously fucking her ass. It was almost more than she could take, having both holes filled at the same time, especially with Gallech going all out on her ass the way he was. But only almost.

Caronwyn wasn't always up to having her limits tested like that, but every now and then she got in a mood where nothing else would do. And this was one of those times. Her body cried out for more, more, more, and her sons eagerly provided it.

Best of all, that was how Cahill found her.

She hadn't noticed his presence at first, lost in ecstasy as she was. But when she chanced to look up, she found her youngest standing at the edge of the clearing, staring slack-jawed at the carnal display unfolding by the fading firelight.

Damn, he was handsome. His skin was neither as pale as Seamus' nor as dark as Gallech's. His blue eyes seemed to glow like the stars above. He had the strong, masculine features of one brother, the black hair and bright eyes of the other. And with each passing day, he shed years of maturity, acquiring an ever more youthful appearance. For just a moment, as she studied Cahill's handsome face, Caronwyn almost forgot about the war her two other sons were waging on her body. The overload of ecstasy they were providing.

"The hell you waiting for?" Seamus asked. "You think the two of us can handle her insatiable appetites by ourselves?"

"Fuck off," Gallech grunted behind her.

For her part, Caronwyn wanted to say something, but found she couldn't. It was hard enough just to keep oxygen in her lungs.

Thankfully, Cahill listened to Seamus and not Gallech. A few moments later, her third son's beautiful cock was presented to her, and she did her best to fellate it while the other two fucked her silly. Her best wasn't very good, under the circumstances, but the sheer act of taking all three of them inside her at once had been enough to send her over the edge.

That was only the start though.

In twos and threes, her magnificent sons provided her all that she could ask for. They fucked her like a whore and worshiped her like a goddess. Filled her with cum and covered her in it. Kissed her sweetly and marred her otherwise perfect skin with teeth marks.

Cahill got more of her attention than the other two, as was only fitting. He didn't insist upon that, as he should have, but neither did he object when she steered things in that direction. Unsurprisingly, Gallech allowed his frustration to show while Seamus accepted the role of second fiddle so gracefully that it almost hurt her feelings.

At times, even her eldest could be sweet and selfless, and Seamus was not entirely without a wild side. But, overall, the younger two were more focused on her needs, while Gallech mostly used her for his own pleasure.

Over the course of an hour or so, Caronwyn rediscovered the joy of having all three of her wonderful sons devote all their attention to her. It wasn't the first time she'd been treated to such a delight, but it had been too long since it had last happened. After a while, her body groaned in protest, but her Libido cried out for more.

In another respect, though, the whole thing was a miserable failure. Cahill showered her with attention throughout, but he was the first to leave, and he hardly spoke to her before doing so. Just thanked her for a good time, kissed her forehead, and disappeared into the night. Worst of all, as he walked away, Caronwyn had sensed disappointment in his Libido.