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The Shimmering Heir

The Shimmering Heir

by badmrboogieman
20 min read
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It has been a while since I felt like writing. Thanks to Mona for the character inspiration and Mika for the tone inspiration and edit assists. All characters are over the age of 18.

The banging on my door is sharp and unpleasant, yanking me out of a dream and leaving me lost as to where I am. I can't seem to quite catch my bearings let alone what the voice accompanying the banging was saying. Shifting unnaturally, the world suddenly turns over and my face hits the floor a second before the rest of my body comes crashing behind. Jarred completely awake, I manage to moan out something semi intelligible. My mother takes it for me being awake and loudly calls through the door. "Trevor, you promised Nicole you'd get her yard ready for the party tonight. I'm going out to get my nails done."

"Okay," I call out to her and hear her footsteps heading down the hall. Every Friday night since I can remember, my mother and her best friend from highschool had a 'party' to celebrate the weekend. Really it was just the two of them usually, dressed up and drinking wine. The gossip flowed freely. Before the night was over, the conversation was usually past what we were allowed to hear as kids. Once things advanced this far, Nicole's daughter Amber and myself were ushered into the basement playroom. As a teen I stopped going to the parties.

No use in showering before I get sweaty. Once I'm dressed in some old work pants and a beat up tee shirt, the shed in the backyard is my next stop. One thing that made this less of a chore is that the women had managed to buy their dream homes side by side a few years ago. There was just a short picket fence between the yards, with an extra wide gate. Almost on autopilot after doing this chore for years, it's barely over an hour before the front and back yards are mowed and trimmed and I'm loading the mower and weed eater back into the shed.

"Great job, as always," I hear Nicole call from over in her yard. The second thing that made the grass cutting less of a chore is Nicole herself. She comes strolling toward me in a soft yellow bathrobe that comes down to about her knees, barefoot in the fresh cut grass. She always wears bright colors that contrast with her dark skin, almost as dark as black coffee. Even with the robe tied up to her neck, it seems her chest threatens to bounce out with each step. As she reaches me I force myself to focus on her face, and not her chest or bare legs. It's not hard to do, I just wind up staring at her lips instead, full and soft. Get it together, Trevor.

"Thanks. Mom's excited for tonight, is there something special going on?" Nicole's short puffy haircut is lopsided still, a sure sign that she hasn't been awake long. That's just a benefit of retiring young and working hard, I remind myself. I'm almost a whole foot taller than her 5'4" height, but the woman gives off a commanding aura. She started a restaurant downtown right out of highschool and sold it recently, her whole bearing gives off an aura of being in charge.

"I finally cleaned the hot tub up. I've been lazy." Before I can answer, we both feel the tremor. Her eyes open in shock as she stumbles toward me. Earthquakes aren't common here on the east coast, but that's what this feels like. What else could it be? The vibrations turn my legs to rubber as I reach forward to catch Nicole. Before I can grab her the ground seems to disappear beneath us. The last thing I see is darkness swallowing everything in my vision broken only by the shimmering of bluish white sparkles.

In the middle of a field that goes on as far as the eye can see is a small pavilion. Its base is smooth dark wood in the shape of a large circle, with railing of the same smooth wood running around the circumference except for where a single stair leads up onto the platform. Six beams around the outside and a single taller beam in the center hold up a large dark canvas over the pavilion to protect the people inside from the elements. Today the purplish red cloth provides protection from the bright sun, but also would be suitable for rain. The fields are set with neat rows of trellises coming out of small mounds. Thick vines climb the wooden trellises and hanging from the vines are bunches of grapes. There seems to be no sense as to what color each bunch of grapes is, the same plants seemingly giving green, purple, and red varieties. What is uniform about the plants is the plump ripeness of every single fruit. The field is a place of magic, and each and every fruit will stay eternally ripe until plucked and eaten.

The owner of the field sits inside the covered pavilion resting in a lounge chair, sipping from a glass of dark red wine that doesn't seem to need to be refilled. Every time he sips from the glass, none of the sanguine liquid seems to disappear. The man is tall and lean, dressed in the finest white linen shirt and pants giving off an air of comfort that would be hard to emulate. As is the case for most of his kind, one would say his face is beautiful by human standards, but his features seem to constantly shift and change the harder one tries to focus on them. A table sits in front of the strange man, next to the center pole, with another glass and a plain glass decanter of what appears to be more wine. The man is not alone.

In a matching lounge on the other side of the table is a tall youth, barely twenty years old with light brown hair and a thick build. He is asleep in the chair, head leaning to one side and snoring lightly with his eyes closed. A matching white linen outfit drapes across the sleeping young man. Beside the youth's lounge is a large soft pillow, seemingly made of silk and in a soft pastel yellow. Oh the pillow, also asleep, is a strongly built woman with smooth dark skin. She is fully nude, with her eyes closed and breathing heavily in her sleep. Somehow the woman seems to be sleeping comfortably on her side even though her arms are pulled behind her, forcing her massive breasts out in front of her. The nipples on full display are large, slightly hard, and as dark as the night itself. Her arms are bound at her wrists in what appears to be grape vines that then trail down to bind her ankles together and from there lead down off the pavilion and into the ground.

Both of the sleeping forms start to awaken at the same time and the owner of the pavilion smiles to himself and takes a final gulp from his never ending wine glass before standing and patting down his linen outfit to look as presentable as possible. The figure taps his foot with impatience as his guests slowly wake up. The youth gets his bearings first, and tries to stand but falls back into his chair. He moans audibly as he lands and tries to blink the fog out of his eyes. "Where am I?"

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"Welcome to my gardens, mortals. You have been chosen for a very important task. From this day forth, Trevor Williams, You are the Heir of Dionysus and shall bear my will on earth." With a flourish the main bows toward his guests, but the youths lack of any reaction seems to fluster the man.

"Who?" My brain hurts like I've been drinking for days. Why does this guy's face keep shimmering and changing when I try to focus on it? Is it the bright sunlight? No, I'm in the shade, though I can see the bright sun reflecting off the white trellises that seem to go on forever. Even though I can't make out his features, I can tell my answer frustrates the man.

"Dionysus. The god of wine, orgies, madness." Nicole says weekly beside me. I hadn't even realized she was there. Looking over I see her struggling to get herself up and my confusion hits all new levels as I realize the woman I fantasize about is completely naked. I don't even truly register her words as she rocks her shoulder under her and pulls her knees up towards her chest. With a heave, Nicole forces herself upright onto her knees and I have no control over the rising harness between my legs watching her chest bounce into place. Somehow she even manages to seem comfortable with her wrists bound to her legs behind her, her submissive pose In contrast to the defiant fire in her eyes.

"As smart as she is beautiful, but she leaves out the god of fertility. That's why she is going to be your high priestess." The man's frustrated expression turns back into a smile with Nicole's words. With a large exaggerated movement, he picks up the second wine glass and holds it high. "Your world is changing, Magic is returning and myths and legends will soon roam your world. Drink from this glass and become My will on earth. My representative. My Heir."

I glance towards Nicole questioningly, who turns her head towards me. For a few long minutes we just hold each other's gaze. My body isn't fully coming back under my own control and I don't think I could stand if I wanted to. Finally, she breaks her gaze and looks back and the man with the shimmering features, then back toward me. "I fell in the earthquake and hit my head and now I'm just dreaming. Since this isn't real, what's the harm?"

"Excellent!" The God exclaims, excitedly offering me the glass. After the briefest hesitation, I know she must be right and I drink the sweet sticky liquid down. Control of my limbs starts to return, but otherwise nothing seems to have happened. After flexing my hands and tapping my feet back to life, I start to ask if anything was supposed to happen, but the man is gone, just completely missing from reality. It has to be some sort of dream. Next I look over towards Nicole, but she isn't looking toward me anymore. She is leaning slightly forward, breathing heavily.

"Nicole?" I stand and start to kneel down in front of the woman, but as I get in front of her she raises her head and gives me a look I've never seen before. The eyes that are usually dark and calm seem to burn into me now, hot with desire. The way porn stars look mid orgasm. The woman that was like a second mother to me raises herself as high as she can on her knees, pushing her chest forward and displaying her now hard nipples to me.

"I can smell you. It's making me so horny. I need you, Trevor." Her eyes plead with me. I realize that I'm more turned on than I've ever been, but otherwise I feel normal.

"Let me get you loose," I tell her. It's really all I can do to ignore my hardness and Nicole's nudity. I can't Ignore the way she growls and lunges forward, pressing her chest against my legs and taking the head of my cock between her teeth, still wrapped in linen cloth. The sound I make as my brain processes the sensation isn't human. When I look down to make eye contact with her, she bears her teeth and flicks the tip with her tongue. Instead of trying to get her free, I reach down and loop my thumbs in the waist of the linen pants.

Our eyes stay locked together as Nicole releases me with a hungry smile. As soon as my pants are past my manhood she wraps her mouth around me, and instead of her teeth she starts to work her lips and tongue around my shaft. I'm not sure how I don't explode right there, except maybe the magic doesn't let me. Up and down the length, moaning the whole way, Nicole's hot mouth milks me. My mothers best friend uses her soft mouth to massage me in ways the couple girlfriends I had never did. I'm frozen and completely forget that moving is even an option. Her hunger and neediness seem to settle down as the best blowjob of my life goes on. Eventually she takes her mouth off of me.

"Fuck me, " is all she says. The vines fall away on their own. No, that's not accurate. The vines seemed to sense my own needs and I felt them release her. Either way she seems to know exactly what I want as well and stands beside me. A streak of aggression bubbles up out of me and I take her shoulder, turn her around, and push her toward the pavilion's rounded railing. Nicole raises herself onto her tiptoes to allow me easier entry from behind, and we both groan as I enter her. I'm so sensitive that pleasure borders on pain. It doesn't stop me from thrusting into her, pushing her against the pole holding up the canopy above us. As an afterthought I reach around and grab her tits, kneading and squeezing them roughly. Nicole moans and thrusts herself back onto me, matching my strokes. Her legs start to tremble before she moans deeply from her gut and her entire body starts to quake. My own orgasm is triggered by hers and I unload as deeply as I can into her, eyes closed to the blinding pleasure.

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As soon as I orgasm I feel reality itself shift. Nicole and I are in the same position we had been, with my cock buried inside her, cum running down her leg. Yet we are back in her backyard, my hands mashing her breasts out of the bath robe she had been wearing before. My beat up jeans are around my ankles and I can smell the stink of my own sweat from the yardwork on me. My only thought exits my mouth without me even realizing I had spoken. "Was that real?"

"Yes," Nicole says, pulling herself off of me and covering her breasts back up. I can't be sure, but I think she is blushing as she looks up at me with a side eye. The look hits me as more seductive than questioning. "You reek of that vineyard and that sweet wine still. I need to go get cleaned up before I fuck you again right here."

Speechless, I just stand there frozen for a moment as Nicole turns to kiss me on the cheek, that same fire burning in her eyes. After watching her strut back to her house, ass cheeks peeking at me from under her bathrobe, I realize that I'm standing in the back yard with my pants around my ankles and my cock hanging out. In a hurry I pull up and adjust my pants before rushing back into my own house wondering if anyone had seen us.

Katherine Williams would stand out in any room. Nearly six feet tall with dark red hair hanging straight to her shoulders and the same bright green eyes as her son hiding behind a spattering of freckles, she had gotten quite used to attention at a young age. She used her looks to her advantage with ease, eventually relying on her appearance both as a realtor to close sales, and in life to stay spoiled. Life was an easy road for her, never having to truly put much effort into making her way forward, and now she feels like it can't get any better. Her house is paid off, her son no longer a minor, and she is totally free of any relationship. After pampering herself with a manicure and pedicure this morning, she is ready to go jump in her best friend's hot tub and get this Friday started.

The wine is in the fridge chilling and Nicole isn't answering her phone, putting a halt on the spoiled princesses plan. Katherine stands in her own kitchen, contemplating how to handle the boredom, something she is not used to. She decides to go model different swimsuits and hairdos to keep herself entertained until Nicole calls back. After all she might find a combination that was sexier than she expected. As she gets to the second floor of the house the hallway is steamy from recent shower usage. Must be Trevor, she thinks to herself as she starts walking toward her own bedroom suite at the end of the hall. As she passes through the steamy cloud she almost falls to her knees.

A wave of arousal washes over her, and she squeezes her legs together as if trying to stop from urinating, but in reality she is trying to stop an orgasm from rocking her body. The feeling is so intense that she can't think straight for long moments and her breathing becomes ragged. Reminding herself that she is mere feet from her son's bedroom door and that he might come out and catch her like this at any minute, she manages to stand back up straight. With effort she walks the rest of the way down the hall towards the master bedroom. She finds that the closer she gets to her own room, the more control she has over her own arousal.

Once inside of her room, Katrherine shuts the door and turns to lean with her back against it. She wants to wonder what that was all about, but her mind is not quite under her control and her right hand slowly creeps down inside her pants. Teasingly slow she pushes farther, under her panties and even farther. She rubs one finger the length of her slit and can't remember when she had ever been so wet. When her finger tip lightly touches her clit, Katherine drops to her knees, rocked by an intense orgasm, moaning under her breath and saying unlady-like things to herself.

Though Katherine Williams had fully intended to play dress up until her best friend called her to start partying, that is not what she did. For the next hour she lay spread eagle on her king size bed fucking herself with her favorite green dildo, the same color as her eyes. She came more times than she could count, and then came some more until she passed out. So exhausted from her masturbation session she slept right through the phone call she had been waiting for.

'Check on your mom. She is not answering her phone.' The text message from Nicole catches me off guard because the house had been quiet all evening. I hadn't even heard mom come home and just figured she went right next door to start the wine flowing. In the hall I notice her bedroom door is closed, which is unusual unless she is in there. She must have fallen asleep in there or something. I knock a few times, getting louder and louder, calling for her to answer. Nothing. With a twist of the handle the door opens easily and I step into my mother's room. Immediately, I step back out into the hallway and close the door.

My mother was indeed in her room, in the middle of her giant bed and snoring loudly. My brain was trying to process the still shot it had taken in the few seconds I had been in there. The first thing that I am sure of is that she is completely naked. Her breasts laying across her chest and her barely visible light pink nipples are hard and standing up off the soft mounds with a flash of metal glinting. I didn't know my mother had pierced nipples. Then the realization came to me that she was still holding a bright green sex toy in one closed fist, and that she was lying in a puddle of her own juices.

My mind still is having trouble processing the image and my brain tells me to look again. Maybe I was wrong. The second time I open the door, I dont step into the room like before but just look the scene over. The first view didn't lie. My mother had by all evidence masturbated herself into a coma. This time I mentally note that she is also clean shaven except for a dark red strip above her vagina. It takes three times of telling myself to close the door before I actually manage too. I bang on the door loudly this time calling out to her until I finally hear her moving around inside the room. I yell loudly at the door before escaping back to my room. "Nicole said you're late."

Back in my room, I try to put the image of my mother out of my head and text Nicole back to tell her mom was sleeping and she was getting herself together now. After the shower early all of my time today had been spent researching Greek mythology and specifically Dionysus. I was surprised to know he was actually one of the more widely worshiped gods in the ancient days and was known for way more than wine. It seemed he was much more revered for the drunken orgies that followed him around. Even having his own cult that became in and of itself almost an entirely new religion. My phone alerts me to a new text message.

'Your mom's gonna be awhile. Come fuck me.' How can I say no to that? As I exit my room, I hear mom filling her bathtub up. It's going to be pretty late by the time she makes it next door. Without families so close, we don't even knock, just walk into each other's houses. When I enter Nicole's front door, the smell of fried food hits me like a thick cloud. Her house always smells good, home made food, candles, there is just always good smells in Nicole's house. Mom doesn't really cook that much and is rarely home and not in her bedroom so our house just smells like air. Clean, but no actual smells to speak of.

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