Homelands Pt. 09 Ch. 03

"Who was bluffing?" their younger sister asked.

Cahill and Fiona both ignored her, pressing their lips together. A jolt of ecstasy ran down his spine and his head grew light. Fiona's lips weren't as full as some, but that didn't matter. They weren't thin, either, and she knew how to use them.

While they kissed, his sister caressed his chest. Her delicate fingers slid through the thin layer of dark hair on his pecs as though it wasn't there, and her soft palm sent waves of pleasure radiating through his upper body. Meanwhile, his hand returned to her ass, though not forcefully. This time, he fondled affectionately, enjoying the size and feel of it.

In truth, it had become a bit too big. Their mother's ass was perfect, the same way their mother's Fill in the Blank was perfect. Big, but not too big. Fi's, on the other hand, was downright huge. But he was still fascinated by it. And, in a way, it suited her. She wasn't as thin as their mother. Her oversized ass was almost an endearing quirk, even if it would have been a bit unbecoming on a woman Caronwyn's size.

To his right, Brittany cleared her throat. Loudly.

Cahill considered splitting himself off into a second body, but decided to make her wait. In time, she'd get a Cahill or perhaps two all to herself. But not yet. First, he wanted to make sure Fiona knew that the other night was a fluke. That it wasn't worth reading anything into whatever special attention Brittany had gotten, if indeed she had.

Brittany was only so interested in being left out, though. She wasn't about to twiddle her thumbs. Or any other parts. Perhaps only to remind him that she was there, then, she disintegrated his clothes and dove down between his legs. Even before her slim hands took hold of his thick shaft, her mouth enveloped his head. And not slowly.

In spite of himself, he shuddered and sighed into Fiona's mouth. Her efforts were not subtle, but they were effective. And she wasn't even using any glamour.

"Doesn't waste any time, does she?" his older sister asked, pulling away.

"Guess...not," Cahill said through labored breathing. When it came to sucking dick, Brittany was too aggressive. She hardly gave him a chance to enjoy what was happening. But he couldn't deny that she was likely to achieve her goal. As she always did. "But you...mmmph...can't really blame her, can you? I mean...fuck!" He stopped, letting a few breaths pass before trying to speak again. "This thing's hard to resist," he said at last.

Fiona gave him the disapproving yet amused smile that motherhood had led her to perfect. "You really think that's cute, don't you?"

"So do you," he replied. He might have looked at her as he said it, if his other sister didn't have his eyes rolling back in his head.

She snickered, shook her head, then planted a kiss on his cheek. When that failed to get any reaction from him, she apparently decided that she had to follow Brittany's lead. The next thing Cahill knew, he had two huge dicks, each being sucked by one of his sisters.

Fiona hadn't done that for him. He doubted such was even possible. But he was so lost in a sea of euphoria that he hadn't even realized he'd accommodated his older sister.

In some sense, he supposed, they were equally talented. But their approaches were very different. On an intellectual level, he preferred Fiona's, but it was Brittany who was having the greater effect on him just at the moment. In the back of his mind, he was vaguely aware of the loving, tender, slow-motion treatment his left cock was receiving, but the full-scale assault on his right made it impossible to think about anything else. Especially since she wasn't playing fair anymore. She'd heightened his sensitivity so much a light breeze, as from a fan on its lowest setting, might have made him shudder. If a mortal man had been dialed up that far and was then subjected to her merciless mouthwork, he'd suffer a heart attack.

He wasn't entirely sure his own aorta wasn't about to burst. Tears filled his eyes and his lungs forgot how to do their job. Or his throat prevented them from doing so.

Cahill leaned back, hands splayed out on the quilt behind him, and just tried to survive.

In that, he somehow succeeded. But not much else. The orgasm he'd been fighting off in hopes of making the pleasure last a bit longer claimed him shortly after he braced himself.

His body fall away. All physical sensations, good and bad, departed. All that remained was a pristine state of calm. No joy, no ecstasy, just infinite contentment.

The world was at peace. There was no Wild Hunt. His children didn't bicker and fight, nor hurt each other's feelings unintentionally. During the brief respite granted by his sisters, induced by orgasm, all his concerns went away.

But not for long.

Eventually, he returned to his senses. He pushed away the thoughts about all the sources of stress in his life, but they didn't go far. They'd leave him alone for a while, but he wasn't free of them entirely the way he had been a moment ago. And the crippling pleasure he'd escaped returned. In force. He gasped for air and recoiled as best he could while in a seated position, hips trying to blaze a escape path for his sensitive bulb. His balls were hopping up and down, pumping jizz into his sisters' mouths.

Was he still cumming? Or cumming again? He wasn't even sure. All he knew was that it was suddenly more than he could bear. And not in a good way.

"Easy, easy, easy," he told Brittany, who he feared might suck his insides right out of him, intestines and all. He gave her shoulder an urgent squeeze. "Race is over. You won."

She slowed down. But only little.

A short agony later, he finally stopped cumming. His cockhead lost some of its ultra-sensitivity. Relief flooded him just as the energy from his Libido had no doubt been flooding his sisters until a moment ago. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily, lips curling up in a smile even as he exhaled.

Their mouths departed. He mourned the passing of Fi's soft lips while rejoicing at his release from Brittany's high-powered vacuum cleaner.

While he recovered, they pushed his two dicks flat against his stomach and leaned in to share a kiss over his lap. From the looks of it, they might have snowballed a little, swapping loads before swallowing. After they broke off, Fi gave Brittany another quick peck on the lips. Then she turned to Cahill, green eyes glowing, smiled, and went for a second helping.

"Cumslut," Brittany said with a good-natured laugh. Then she gave Cahill's right member a few good pumps and lowered her head back down too.

"You girls are cruel," he said, though he made no attempt to stop them.

This time, his younger sister followed the older one's pace. Or maybe just adjusted course on her own in a way that ended up mirroring the only approach Fiona ever really took. Either way, he found himself able to really enjoy their ministrations, rather than merely enduring them. His blood didn't get deprived of oxygen, his glans didn't feel tortured, and neither his abs nor glutes involuntarily seized up. The sensations they visited upon him were intense, without a doubt, but in the best possible way.

With one hand, Cahill held Fiona's shoulder-length green-brown locks out of her face. With the other, he pulled on Brittany's long black ponytail, putting moderate pressure on her scalp. Just the way she liked. Meanwhile, unseen hands started to gently tease and caress various parts of Fiona's body, avoiding, for the time being, her most sensitive parts. Brittany, patient girl that she was, got less subtle treatment. Spectral mouths performed both cunnilingus and analingus on her while an invisible hand slipped a few fingers inside her tight hole and stimulated her G-spot. Relentlessly.

The first time Brittany's teeth made what he hoped was accidental contact with his cock, he decided he'd had enough double-barrel fellatio. He stopped stimulating them with his glamours and pulled his little sister's mouth off his cock. The extra vanished before he split off a second Cahill altogether. And then a third, just for good measure.

Suddenly, Fiona took her mouth off him and asked, "Should I stop?"

"You? No." He ran his fingers through her silky hair, sending a bit of energy out as he did. Not to excite or arouse her. Just a pleasant little sensation. A token of affection. "Unless you want to, of course."

She smiled then resumed.

Meanwhile, the other two Cahills took Brittany by the hand, stripped her of her bra and panties, and laid her down on the bed. One then got on his side next to her and nibbled her ear while working a breast and nipple with his hand. The other got to his knees before her, propped her slender thighs up on his shoulders, and buried his face between her legs.

Ordinarily, he started slow. He'd admire his sister's beauty for a while, staring at her slim labia, shiny clitoris, and dark landing strip. Then he'd kiss her mons and all around the outside of her vulva before favoring her with a few long, sloooow licks. Her stiff little lady would go untouched for a long time. But he took a different approach this time. Gave her a taste of her own medicine. She was soon reminded that her brother could also give head so good it was very nearly unbearable.

By the time Cahill nutted in his older sister's mouth for a second time, his younger one was starting to melt in his mouth for a third time. She then made it clear that her hunger for good, hard dick could no longer be ignored. So the two other Cahills began spit-roasting Brittany while the first one set about doing for Fiona what she'd done for him.

He worked slowly, starting with her feet. Her shoes hadn't even come off yet by the time he delivered her first orgasm. Even after sensitizing her considerably, that took some effort, but it was damn hot to watch her climax with everything still on. To know that he'd brought her to a state of bliss by licking and kissing her ankles. After that, he very, very slowly removed her shoes and made love to her stockinged feet. The fabric temporarily disappeared whenever and wherever his mouth or tongue made contact with her skin, but otherwise, they stayed on through her next two footgasms. Only when he was ready to start making love to her luscious legs did he remove the thigh highs. And he took his sweet time doing it when he did, pausing to kiss or lick her legs every inch or so.

So it went. As Brittany demanded more, more, more, Fiona patiently savored every little delight he doled out. He enjoyed satisfying their very different needs, all the more so because of the bewildering contrast between what he was doing with one body compared to the others. It was a bit like playing chess and poker at the same time.

By time he finished with his older sister's legs, hips, navel, and large breasts, Brittany had mounted one Cahill reverse cowgirl, taking him in the ass, and had the other kneel above them to claim her pussy. He was almost sad to see Fi's corset go, but the treasures lurking beneath helped him move on. His younger sister burned holes in his head, staring so hard at him with her glowing blue eyes, and her tight holes squeezed like vice grips as they sought to milk every drop of cum from his two bodies.

Next, he had his older sister lie on her stomach so he could make his way down her back and legs to give her feet another quick go-round. Meanwhile, his younger sister switched to cowgirl and rode his two big dicks to Happy Town again and again. Every movement of her hips pushed one of his shafts deeper into her while a few inches of the other slid out. Back and forth, back and forth, moving faster than humanly possible, she impaled herself again and again on his two rods. And loved every second of it.

He then worked his way up to Fiona's incredible ass, which received ample attention. His hands worked her buttocks, squeezing and slapping them lightly, while his tongue tended to her smooth anus. Except, of course, when the urge to gently bite one of her overripe cheeks grew unbearable, as it frequently did. At the other end of the bed, he slipped his consciousness into a fourth body and took Brittany airtight, moving that much closer to fulfilling her endless appetite for cock. It was a futile quest. There was no such thing as enough for her. But he very much enjoyed trying.

Eventually Cahill made his way to Fi's lovely vag. While paying it proper homage, going as slow with her as he had fast with Brittany, he pulled a fifth Cahill into being. That gave his little sister something to do with her hands while sucking and fucking his three other cocks, for which she was duly grateful. Something, that was, other than slapping the chest of the Cahill beneath her as she shuddered her way through a violent orgasm, or holding the hips of the Cahill standing before her while she deep-throated his cock. Now, with two Cahills inside her and two standing beside her, she alternated between sucking off the one to her left and the one to her right while her fists pumped furiously at both all the while. He wasn't sure who enjoyed that more, him or Brittany.

Nor was he sure whether it was more fun to have his little sister pleasure four of him at once than it was to pleasure his older sister. Only one of those had him cumming every few minutes, but there was pleasure in giving too, if not of the same sort.

Fiona had a beautiful pussy, and the thick bush sitting above it made for nice decoration. He loved her taste and smell nearly as much as he did watching her try to restrain herself when she was deep in the throes of ecstasy. She responded fully to every little thing he did, no matter how small, which was not something he could say of Brittany. The latter preferred, needed, everything taken to the max. But even before he added his fingers into the mix, tending to her G-spot, Fiona moaned and writhed, sighed and whispered praise, in a way that made him feel like a god. And, more importantly, made him feel closer to her than he ever would their younger sister. That wasn't the only reason, or even the most important, but it was part of it. He knew Seamus got the same sorts of reactions out of her, and bigger ones as well, but he chose to ignore that. To believe that her enthusiasm for his ministrations was a sign that they were almost uniquely compatible.

That said, making use of every one of Brittany's holes, as well as her hands, felt damn good. There was no great intimacy there. It was almost degrading. He felt like a pile of sex toys more than her brother and lover. But plain old physical gratification hadn't lost its charm. Nor did the rush that came from making his sister cum every ten seconds or so.

As much energy as his sisters were feeding him, though, and they were feeding him a lot, he couldn't keep all of that up for long. When he reached the point of feeling he could go no further without shattering into a million pieces that all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put back together again, he took each woman to climax one last time and then collapsed. The one Cahill remaining rose up from between Fi's legs, gave one of her luscious thighs a love tap, and announced that he needed a break.

To his surprise, his sisters didn't.

"Seriously?" he asked neither one in particular as Brittany quickly took up the post he'd just abandoned. "You two are ridiculous."

Granted, he'd moved slowly with Fiona. She'd experienced a good many orgasms, but most hadn't been too intense, and they'd been spaced well apart from one another. It was more Brittany who should have been totally wiped out.

Only then did he realize just how much energy had passed back and forth between them, growing larger with each exchange. And how much of it had initially come from him. Sex between the fey could be warlike, with one partner trying to conquer the other's territory and claim the spoils. But, done right, there was no need for that. Both could come out with more energy than they'd gone in with. The surplus was usually modest, though, unless they went at it for a long time and didn't burn too much up in the process. Didn't, say, wear five bodies at once. And yet, even after such excessive behavior, he felt almost full. He'd not collapsed back down to one body because his Libido was approaching E, but because he'd started to feel his grip on reality slipping away. Because the strain of being in too many bodies at once was starting to make him question whether he was more than a disembodied consciousness. Whether he had a personal identity and whether it was in any way tethered to a corporeal vessel. Now that he was starting to remember who Cahill was, though, he was fine. Whatever his limits were, he hadn't even come close to bumping up against them.

It wasn't like he'd been training every day or anything. Not for a long time. If he'd grown stronger since his children were born, it must been because he spent so much time with his mother. Fed off her most nights of the week without ever realizing that his standard meal had become a great feast.

How powerful must she be now?

Not for the first time, he felt a tinge of jealousy that purebred children empowered their mothers simply by existing. Most of the time, he thought that beautiful and natural and right. But every now and then, when he thought about how incredible a gift her seven purebred children were, he couldn't help but wish the same went for him.

"Hmm, Brit, ease up a little," Fi said, pushing against her sister's shoulders with the tips of a few fingers. "Some of us don't like that much direct stimulation."

"Sorry," the younger sibling said.

Cahill smiled to himself. It was stupid and vain, but he liked knowing that he ate pussy better than she did. Some women claimed that only another woman could know exactly what worked. But it seemed to him that it was better to say that only a woman knew exactly what worked for her---which might or might not be the same as what worked for other women. Cahill brought no prior expectations to the table. His sense of what worked was entirely derived from the feedback, verbal and otherwise, he'd received from his partners.

Or maybe women were better at cunnilingus, on average. It didn't really matter. He just liked knowing that he was better than his sister, who loved to rub it in his face whenever she was better at something than him.

He waited until it was clear that Brittany was going to take forever to get Fiona off before returning to bed. Forever, another ten minutes, same difference. Either way, he didn't feel as though he was interrupting anything much by joining in.

Kneeling behind his little sister, he lubed her up with some glamour then slowly pushed two cocks into her two holes. Or perhaps not so slowly. Meanwhile, he conjured up fairy fire, spectral mouths, and invisible hands to tend to various parts of both women.

After his sisters reached simultaneously climax, one screaming loudly enough to make him glad he'd remembered to seal the sound in and the other keeping her ecstasy to herself as best she could, he pulled out of Brittany. The room spun for just a moment while he digested the energy he'd taken from them.

"What was that?" Fi asked, breasts heaving. "Those flames?"

"Yeah, that's new," Brit said. Her hands were pressed into the mattress, keeping her from falling over. Eventually, she gave up and crawled into bed beside her sister. As she rolled onto her back, she said, "How long have you been holding that one back?"

"Just learned it last night. Saw Oberon do it to Mom."