Homelands Pt. 10 Ch. 04

"Well done," Lena said as she came up behind Yvette. A cool fingertip traced a line down Yvette's neck and across her shoulder, sending a shiver down her spin. Already hard nipples pebbled further. The 14 gauge piercings started to hurt. "Almost ready to go home."

"Almost?" Yvette asked, looking down at the bloody remains of her roommate. The grisly sight made her uneasy, but no more so than fresh roadkill would have. On some level, she was aware that she was personally responsible for the butchery. For the gallons of blood that made pooled artistically atop the coffee table and made a damp, sticky swamp of the carpet. But she couldn't react to that the way she should have. Her mind had activated a firewall, blocking any and all emotional responses to the deed. Save morbid curiosity and the slightest hint of disgust. "You said that was all we needed to do."

Lena's face came closer still. Her breath was cold. That didn't surprise Yvette, but her body still wasn't quite prepared for it. The chill was unsettling, yet remarkably arousing. Her pussy was throbbing, and she wished those frostbitten fingers would grab her breasts and squeeze. "Your brother's in no shape to travel."

Lance chuckled at that. It was the first sound he'd made in a long time.

"My brother?" Yvette asked with a hollow voice.

It wasn't that she'd expected such a revelation. Only that she utterly lacked the capacity to react appropriately to it, no matter how surprising it was.

Though, come to think of it, she probably ought to have guessed a while ago. He and Lance looked too much alike. So much so that she'd considered the possibility that they were one and the same. And then there was the thing with the fire, all the talk of them coming from some faraway land, the fact that Lance and Lena were brother and sister, and so much else. Did the powerful connections between the four of them mean they had to be members of the same immediate family? No. Not necessarily. But it made sense.

They were all related. By blood. Not just members of the same race of immortals.

"So does that mean...," Yvette began. "Are you my mother?"

"Probably," Lance said, at the same time that Lena said, "No. Maybe. I don't know."

She needed to sit down.

It should have occurred to her that the coffee table wasn't the best place for that, due to all of Kristen's blood and the bits of her hair and scalp, but it was right there. So she went for it. The warm, wet feel beneath her proved to be more welcoming than it should have anyway. It gave her a strange thrill.

"Was a pretty simple question," she observed.

Lance went and dragged Zach's limp form in front of the fire. For her part, Lena leaned down to pet one of her tiger beasts like it was a house cat. It purred softly as her fingers sank into its thick fur. Because of course it did. When it lashed its steel tail, the chain links clanked against the floor.

Yvette wasn't even sure she remembered its reappearance. But that was too far down her list of puzzles to let it eat up any of her mental processing power.

"No one really knows who their parents are," Lena said.

The sight of Lance petting the big cat in his towering wolfman form should have struck Yvette as absurd. Maybe even frightening. Instead, she felt her attraction to the man rise once more. It didn't even bring a tinge of guilt this time, as it had the last time she'd found herself lusting after a towering monster with claws like knives and jaws fit for biting through steel. Who could resist a man who was good with animals?

She'd lost her mind. There was no doubt about it.

"We are all her children," Lena said.

"Who's her?" Yvette asked.

"Lady Winter," came the reply. Obviously. "She didn't literally give birth to all of us, but she's still our mother. So it doesn't really matter. You should think of me as a sister. Sometimes, though, our fair queen allows her daughters to conceive. If we work hard enough to please her. And, yes, she did grant me that honor once, a few years ago."

A few years? "Umm. I'm not great at math, but...."

Lena smiled. "From what I hear, that's not really true."

Yvette blushed. And wondered how long they had been spying on her.

Was it just a fortuitous coincidence that she and Zach had gone to the same college, or had they been pulling strings all along to bring them together at just this moment?

"Time flows differently in Winter," Lance explained. "A few years there amounts to a couple of decades here." He patted the tiger's hips with an open palm, causing the animal to sit obediently. As most antlered, spike chain tailed beasts do. "The timelines matche up. But she wasn't the only one who gave birth around that time, so we can't be sure."

"And you were the father," Yvette guessed.

Her head started spinning even before he confirmed it. Not only had she just fooled around with a woman who'd taken her own brother as a lover, but she was guilty of the same crime herself. Twice over. And if the two older immortals had waited a little longer before crashing the party, her night would have included three experiences with incest.

Incest.

The word was so powerful to so many people. But it hardly meant anything to Yvette. She'd done far worse that night. Heck, her past indiscretions included more shameful acts. What did it matter if Lance might have squirted her into Lena a few years ago? At the time she'd surrendered to him, he'd been a total stranger.

Still, the more she thought about it, the more it hit her. Sure, it was just sex. They were both consenting adults. No one had been hurt. Well, Zach had been, but no more so than he would have been if she'd humped Curt. Yet a lifetime of social conditioning had her convinced that the latter would have been far less depraved. By taking her father inside her, she'd violated some sacred law. And though she didn't believe in a higher power, there was still a part of her that trembled at the thought of what she'd done.

Yet it gave her a perverse thrill too. Now that she knew Lance and Zach and Lena were all forbidden fruit, she wanted them even more. Wanted to have a big family orgy. At her sluttiest, she'd still not done anything that would offend Bible thumpers that much.

Not sexually, anyway.

Her pants were damp, for all the wrong reasons. When she went to stand up, she'd hear a sticky sound as she pulled away from the remnants of the life she'd ended.

"Breathe, dear," Lena said. "I know it's a lot to take in, but you're stronger than that."

Yvette inhaled, held it, then exhaled slowly. Her mother was right. No, sister. She'd said to think of her as a sister, regardless of whether it was her or Lady Winter who'd given birth to Yvette "a few years" ago. Whoever's daughter she was, she was strong. After all she'd been through that night, it was going to take more than this to get to her.

"So, what, we wait until the fire wakes him up?" she asked, looking at her brother.

Lena looked up at Lance. They held each other's gaze for a time and Yvette felt almost like she was watching a movie. Except no on-screen couple had ever had as much chemistry as those two. Shadow lady and wolfman stared at one another and all the heat went out of the room. The fire sputtered and nearly died. Yes, they were cold-blooded killers. Nightmarish monsters that belonged in any genre but romance. And yes, they were brother and sister. But the depth of their desire for one another, the strength of their love and affection, was absolutely intoxicating. Just looking on from the sidelines was giving Yvette a contact high.

"No," Lance answered at last, without taking his eyes off Lena.

"No," the woman on the couch echoed. Her hand still lazily stroked the tiger beast's fur, right between its steely antlers. "I'll do that myself." Then, without another word, she rose to her feet and strode towards the fire.

Yvette watched in silence as her mother straddled her brother's unconscious form, looking for all the world like she intended to take him back into the womb. The little black dress rode higher and higher along the woman's hips as she rocked back and forth, until the bottom of her her butt poked out beneath. Those cheeks were so perfect and round that Yvette was sorely tempted to rush over there and spank them just to see how they'd react. She was willing to bet they'd barely ripple despite their size. She was looking at solid muscle. It was too bad the softer globes at the other end of her dress hadn't worked their way free as well.

"Wakey wakey, my little pup," Lena whispered as she bent down to kiss the boy. Her hands remained on his hard chest but Yvette thought she saw the hair of her brother's beard flatten against his face, as though invisible palms were pressing softly on his cheeks.

The breath caught in Yvette's throat. She'd never watched two people kiss and envied the guy, but in that moment, she sure did. Even if he was unconscious.

"She's amazing," she whispered, perhaps to Lance and perhaps to herself.

"You've no idea," her maybe-father agreed.

Seconds ticked past, becoming minutes, and still their kiss endured. Glistening blue lips moved slowly as they flowed over and pumped against the lifeless pair below. A seed of fear took hold in the pit of Yvette's stomach, then began to grow and grow. What if Lance had hit him harder than he'd meant to? Could Zach be dead? Even though he was immortal?

No sooner had the thought occurred to her, though, than he began to stir.

In movies, when someone was awoken by a kiss, their lips parted the moment the person came to. Not so with Lena and Zach. Her brother seemed to have forgotten all about his anger and defiance. His eyes went wide for a few moments, but then he threw himself into the kiss, raising his head up off the floor as his tongue chased Lena's down her throat. Zach's hands roamed freely over her body. Innocently, at first, but it wasn't long before they abandoned back and thighs in favor of her sweet ass. And then came a smack that echoed through the cabin like a mighty thunderclap.

"Mmm," Lena moaned without removing her lips. "That felt good."

"Are they really going to...?"

Lance nodded.

Yvette felt sick. Not because the sight wasn't arousing. It absolutely was. But because she was jealous. As jealous as she'd ever been. Of both brother and mother, but the latter especially. In that moment, she remembered the connection she and Zach had felt. How close she'd come to taking his virginity. And she resented her mother for beating her to it.

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Lena stood up and pulled the hem of her dress back down. As she did, the room melted away like a freshly fallen snowflake caught on tip of the tongue. Though she hadn't really doubted that her mother would make good on her promise to take them to Winter, Yvette hadn't quite been prepared for that. One moment, she'd been surrounded by comfy couches and a coffee table covered with blood, two fresh corpses and a cute fireplace. The next, she stood in a cold, dark cave. It happened so quickly, she nearly fell over.

"Welcome to Winter," Lena announced with a broad sweep of her hand that Yvette almost couldn't see. Her tiger beast growled its agreement.

"Right, why would you...let a guy...catch his breath," said Zach, who was still lying flat on the ground. "Or let him put some clothes on...before you pull the rug out from under him." He hissed and muttered a few curses as he got to his feet.

"Whining won't get you very far here," Lance said.

"I wasn't whining," Zach said. He looked down at his body and with a thought dressed himself. At least, that was how it looked to Yvette. Which was no stranger than some of the things she'd done after stealing some of Lance's energy. But it still impressed her.

That was who they were. Who they'd always been, though they'd never thought to test out their innate abilities. And while her brother had been slower to accept the truth, he was catching up now. How long before he was able to do things to her that no other man could?

He wasn't a hot as Lance. Nor as well-endowed. Or as skilled a lover. Their mother's little peep show had made that much clear. But he was still plenty nice to look at. And had gotten the job done competently enough, judging by Lena's reactions.

In time, he might grow to be the perfect lover. If he could be talked into getting a little rough from time to time. Which she was willing to bet he could. He'd never hurt her out of anger or malice, but if she asked nicely?

"Call it what you will," their father-slash-brother replied. "Our mother doesn't tolerate weakness. If you want something, take it. Anything else will be interpreted as whining. And if I were you, I wouldn't be eager to tell her she's wrong to think so."

To Yvette's ears, that didn't sound altogether unreasonable. A bit harsh, but it created good incentives. No woman had any use for a whiny man. One who was willing to reach out and take what he desired, rather than plead or negotiate or lay guilt?

That said, she couldn't help sympathizing with her brother. The abrupt shift had disoriented her, and given her a bit of a headache besides. And unlike Zach, she hadn't found herself lying naked atop cold, hard rock instead of a soft carpet beside a warm fire.

"I'll keep that in mind," Zach said sternly.

Yvette drew in a sharp breath. His voice, like his spine, was iron. There was defiance there, bordering on threatened violence. The fact that their father was half again his height, at least currently, didn't seem to bother him at all. Neither did the sharp claws and teeth.

That. Was. So. Hot.

"Our mother's very busy," Lena said. "But she'll make time for you as soon as she can. There are few things our mother enjoys as much as welcoming children home."

Their mother. The queen of all that was dark and cold and fearful.

Yvette's knees buckled. Now that they finally had a moment to catch their breath, the normal people reactions she'd staved off for hours were finally setting in.

It was like she'd been swept up in an adolescent fantasy, discovering that her real mother was the beautiful queen of a magical land where everyone, including her, had magical powers. The dull, boring life she'd led in the Lodge was over. Only hers was was a dark, twisted version of the tired old trope. One with enough sex and violence involved to earn an NC-17 rating for the film adaptation. And which seemed most unlikely to end happily for anyone.

Bad Yvette should have been exuberant. And, on some level, she could feel that impulse struggling to come to the fore. But the better part of her repelled the attack.

Her mother and father had forced her to take two innocent lives. And then they'd magicked her away to a dark nightmare, where she'd meet the icy queen of pain and fear. They'd try and turn her and Zach into monsters. Failing that, they'd torture and kill them for their own amusement. Why the heck had she been so eager to get on with that?

Her only hope was Zach. He wouldn't be seduced by the darkness so easily, nor would he let their parents---or siblings, or whatever the two L's were---hurt her. He'd protect her. Both from the rest of Winter, and from herself. If she but gave him some reason to do so.

"In the meantime," Lena continued, "let me show you to your rooms."

"How about a proper tour first?" Zach asked. He glanced at the icy walls to either side of them. "I'd like to see the rest of this beautiful place."

Yvette's heart raced. He was asking for trouble, and he knew it. But he didn't care.

"Our mother will decide how much of the palace you get to see," Lena replied.

"Whether to confine us to our rooms until the end of time, you mean," Zach said.

"Precisely," Lance said, turning that frightening wolf head towards Zach. "What are you going to do about it? Whine some more?"

The cave was too dark for Yvette to make out exactly what happened. She thought her brother took a swing at their father. But he might just have been trying to get out of the way of Lance's bum rush. She really wasn't sure who was or wasn't acting defensively.

Regardless of how it began, though, she was quite clear on how it ended. And that was with her brother flat on his back again, this time with five sharp claws buried an inch or so in his torso and a gaping maw hovering above his face.

He let out a small whoof as the air was knocked out of his lungs. But that was it. If the steak knives biting into his chest bothered him, he didn't let it show.

"You probably think I told you to do that," Lance said. "When I told you to take what you want, I meant you that you need to be strong if you want to please our mother. The operative word, though, is be." He withdrew his claws from Zach's torso then patted his son's cheek. "Best keep your hands to yourself until you're ready to come at me for real." With a toothy grin, he added, "Not that you ever will be."

"Oh, I will. Count on it," Zach said, almost managing to deliver the line straight.

Yvette wanted to pat him on the back. Or tell him he wasn't quite ready to play in the big leagues. One of the two. She wasn't really sure.

The laugh their father let out made him seem less wolf than hyena.

Zach threw the monster off him as easily as he might a sack of potatoes.

When Yvette saw that Lance was still laughing, her surprise ebbed a little. But even with him distracted, that was incredible. In his wolfman form, Lance had to weigh at least five hundred pounds. Shoving him roughly aside would have been one thing. Getting him airborne, even for a fraction of a second, was quite another.

No one else seemed impressed by the feat, though. Maybe that was just what was expected from the men of Winter.

"Come with me," Lena said, helping Zach to his feet.

"Wait," Yvette began. When her mother turned to face her, though, she found that she had no idea how to finish.

Lance regarded her. The twin blue orbs sitting above his slavering mouth were the size of her fists. The light they gave off was faint, but sufficient to convey his intentions. She was going to get fucked by the wolfman after all. "I'll take you to your room," he said.

That was what Bad Yvette wanted. But not what she herself wanted.

Still, if she protested, she'd probably just end up with a few holes in the chest of her very own. Or worse. Her father was not the sort of man women said no to.

Besides, the longer he stared at her with blue hot desire, the stronger Bad Yvette grew. She was less and less sure that she minded being left alone with the Big Bad Wolf.

"So," she said after her sister and her brother left, trailed by a strange tiger. "Looks like you've got me all to yourself for a while. Again."

"Whatever shall I do," he said. Strangely cool breath rolled over her.

"If you huff and you puff, I might blow your huge cock," Yvette said, as much out of nervousness as anything. Stuff like that sounded so stupid when other people said it, but it wasn't so bad in the heat of the moment. Until it was.

Lance snorted.

"Have you eaten my grandmother?" Yvette immediately wished she could take the words back. She sounded so stupid. Why was she flirting with him like an unpracticed middle schooler? She was beyond that. They were beyond that.

"As often as she'll let me," he replied. "There's no one like her."

"Not even...Lena?" Yvette asked. She'd been about to say "me" but he didn't seem too interested in playing her little game, and she wasn't sure she wanted to hear a sincere reaction to that question. He had to have enjoyed their previous romp at least a little, but she wasn't stupid enough to believe she'd made it into his hall of fame. Not yet.

"Not even her," he agreed. "And she'd be the first to admit it."