Exile Of The Crown Pt 02

CHAPTER 3. TRIBE LIFE

"Look at them," Adelaide murmured, lying on her side in the sand under the palm trees. She watched a couple by the water. The woman had a large rounded belly and her young man was washing her body.

"Yes, it's just a mother and son having a good time. Just a regular mother and son." Caylan was cutting fish, it didn't come out well, and sometimes his eyes ran over his mother's body. She tucked a hand under her head, keeping her eyes on the beach. Her breasts in a sloppy tribal suit hovered over the ground. The breast above was touching a little on the one below and closer to the ground. Her other hand rested on her large voluminous thick thighs covered in sand.

His breath caught for a moment.

"He's so diligent about washing her. You can tell he loves her. So lovely... When can we talk to the chief? She's been avoiding us all morning, especially me. Caylan?" She turned her eyes to him.

"Yes, those two... they are... yes, in love. Ahem." Caylan looked at the couple, almost cutting his finger.

"What's going on with you, dear? Where are you? Are you here with me? What are you thinking about?" She sighed, letting out the warm island air, her chest heaving up a little in response.

"I was just thinking about how amazing you'd look on canvas, Mum," Caylan said suddenly. And he was unexpectedly right. "It's so nice here, and it's such a shame I don't have my easel and my paints with me. We'd..."

"Caylan," Adelaide groaned, sitting up and hugging her knees, still sandy from the beach. "You never change. Even on a day like this, you're still thinking about your art."

She pressed her breasts against her knees. Her two globes collided with the top of her legs, pushing her right breast out to the side. He could certainly see her ribs transitioning to her tit beneath the suit. It was another new angle. So many angles of her breasts he'd seen in the last few days. Unbelievable. More than he'd seen in his entire life.

"We've only been here a day and I still can't believe what's happening. All of this." She took a deep breath, fingers brushing through her hair, aware of Caylan's awkward gaze fixed on her sun-kissed feet, half-buried in the sand. Flustered, she shifted uncomfortably, tugging at the edge of her waistband to shield them from his stare."I imagine it must be a little awkward for you, seeing so much of me laid bare. Am I right?"

Caylan didn't make a sound, didn't even nod, he only carefully put the fish aside because he realized he might hurt himself.

"Back home, I always dressed with such modesty--concealed, austere. Only for our drawing sessions did I let myself wear that delicate white neckline. I never did understand why you liked it so much or insisted on painting me in it."

"I... don't quite understand it either," he murmured.

She gave a faint, almost wistful smile. "I was always so particular about what I wore, hiding myself under layers. Your father used to laugh at me for that. He never quite got why I felt the need to keep my femininity so guarded around you."

Her eyes softened with the memory of her husband, and she was quiet for a moment, enjoying the warm morning sea breeze.

"I still can't believe you saw my breasts yesterday. You were never supposed to see them again as an adult. It's just... Of all the terrible things we've endured, that was the last straw. It's as though fate itself is mocking us."

Caylan froze, taking several deep breaths. He stared at the sand. His hipbands felt so tight, they became stifling. He recalled yesterday and recalled how Adelaide's dress came off and in front of him he saw Mum's big beautiful best breasts in the world. Her hard purple nipples, and her soft breasts with skin white and beige like a bright gentle sunset.

He suppressed a groan, stood up and hurried into the jungle.

"Caylan?" asked Adelaide in surprise.

Caylan darted through the tangled vines, weaving between bushes and ducking under overhanging branches. As far away from the shore and Adelaide as possible. Finally, hiding behind a tree, he pulled off his waistband with a groan. His cock sprang free, tearing the waistband off. He couldn't stop himself--he was painfully hard.

"Akgghhhh... What's going on with me?" Caylan nipped his cock, which was begging to be relieved. "I just haven't done this in a long time. Not since the day we ran away. That's all. And then there's Mum's breasts... It's the first breasts I've ever seen, and so close. My sisters would have laughed at me for that."

He nonchalantly pulled on the skin and his mother appeared randomly in his thoughts. He imagined her breasts again, a flood of pleasure rushed through his brain, and Caylan pulled his hand away as if his cock was on fire.

The sensation was terrifying. Doing this? While thinking about his mother's breasts? Maybe that's because he liked them since he was a baby? He likes her boobs too much, more than he probably should.

"This tribe... That's the problem. This tribe of mothers and sons. They somehow got into my head, so we... we need to get out of this tribe soon and look for other help."

He was about to get up, but his cock still wasn't going to let go of him. "I should just... Maybe I'll think about her breasts without thinking about Mum? It's all so wrong, but it's not my fault; they're the first breasts I've ever seen."

He gently circled his cock and tentatively tugged on the skin. The pleasure hit him again, this time he was thinking only about her breasts, of the scene in the hut yesterday. But he was trying to cover up the woman's face. He should just think about boobs, only boobs and nipples.

"Akgghhhhhhhhhhhh." Caylan jerked his cock more actively, again, and again, and again, actively thrusting. He did it vigorously, sharply, seeing only breasts. But despite his will, however, out of the fog of his memories, the woman's face gradually loomed up again. "Ahggghhh...ahhhgghhh.... Mum... NO!"

He stopped and pulled his hands away. "Better stop before I make any terrible mistake."

Caylan hid his cock and hurried back to the shore. Along the way, his cock loosened, burning with internal shame. "You almost finished thinking about her... About Mum... It's almost like... a consanguinity. Oh gosh..."

He felt sad when he saw that Adelaide left her spot. As he looked around the shore, he spotted his mother standing next to a pregnant woman from the tribe. The two were using gestures to bridge their language gap. Adelaide smiled lovingly at the woman's belly. His mother looked even more beautiful in the sunlight than she did in the shade.

She glanced at the young man, a hunter, who approached the pregnant woman, stroked woman's pregnant belly and led her away.

"I need to tell her about tribe's customs. If I don't, someone else will," Caylan thought.

He sat up just as Adelaide rushed toward him, stumbling and falling back into the sand. She gasped for breath as she landed, her breasts heaving.

"Can you believe it? I was completely wrong! This young man isn't her husband; he's her son!" Adelaide exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Caylan was as surprised as she was. "You're... not horrified by it?"

"Horrified? Why should I? Just look at them. Her son loves her deeply and cares for her so much, especially in her condition. He's an incredible son."

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They were given various simple tasks throughout the day while Kanavasi, the chief's younger son, watched them.

"I don't understand. Yesterday, the chief was so gracious, and today we feel like pariahs once more. Did we offend her in some way?" Adelaide asked Caylan. But Caylan wasn't thinking about that. All day, he was focused solely on making sure Adelaide didn't discover the tribe's obvious secret.

They returned to their hut, and Adelaide lay down on a makeshift bed, tired, her belly pressed against it. Caylan could only see her bare, beautifully tanned freckled back.

"Most likely, we were sailing east," she said, burying her face in the feather pillow. "So this must be the Islands that Di'Rose talked about, the one where he sent expeditions for exploration. That means Second Carondale should be far to the south."

"Carondale?" Caylan sat down beside her, trying not to look at her back, at the freckles on her shoulders, at her tiny folds.

"Carondale, Caylan!" his mother said disappointedly, turning her head toward him. "Our main ally. You should have known that if you had studied when we were at home. Your teacher always lamented your lack of focus, complaining that you were lost in your own thoughts instead of engaging with the lessons at hand. Honestly, I never understood his frustration until today."

"What do you mean?"

"I spent the day with some stranger. You were hiding from me, avoiding eye contact, trapped in your own world. Sometimes I would ask a question, and you didn't even notice it, so I didn't dare to repeat it. What was happenning with you today?"

She sounded genuinely disappointed, and it made Caylan's chest ache.

"I'm sorry, Mum. It's just... You... Ahem... There's so much happening. And I'm worried about Dad."

"I know, dear. But that doesn't excuse shutting me out when I need you the most--my son. I'm scared too."

Adelaide buried her face in the pillow, hiding her fear from her son. He felt ashamed.

He didn't know what to say, and he couldn't, as the chief's youngest son burst into the hut.

"Hey, you can't just barge in here." Caylan rose angrily.

"Chief... Wants to see you," Kanavasi stammered, grabbing Caylan's arm and pulling him out of the tent.

"It's okay, Mum. I'll be right back," Caylan told Adelaide as he let himself be led away. A few minutes later, he found himself kneeling again in front of the woman in the green robes. Behind Caylan stood her eldest son, holding a spear and something stuck up his nose, just like yesterday.

"I hear you've been working hard," uttered Ranarelci.

"We don't want to be a burden to you and..."

"Hush," interrupted Ranarelci. "Tell me, Caylan from the Overseas. You asked me not to tell your mother about the customs of our tribe. Tell me, did she see anything today that might have frightened her? Did she see something you are so afraid she will find out? She's had all day to find out."

Caylan rubbed the back of his head. "She saw a couple, but she didn't realize they were...well...lovers. And... No, she didn't see anything like that."

"So if your Mum didn't see anything horrible, even though she spent the whole day among us - then there's nothing horrible about it? She saw only love. Husband and wife. Mother and son."

"But that's wrong," said Caylan.

The chief's eldest son laughed quietly behind his back.

"Who points out what is right and what is wrong?"

"There are certain rules, aren't there?"

"Written by whom?" almost angrily asked Ranarelci. The naivete and denial of the young man sitting before her was starting to bore her, not endear her to him. "Your mother is a fine woman; you've seen it for yourself. And you know it. You are her

breeder

."

"No, I'm not! In our homeland, blood mating is considered the worst sin you can commit."

"Sin?" asked Ranarelci.

"A sin is something that goes against morality or... well it's... something very bad!"

"So you commit a sin when you look at your mother with lust-hungry eyes?" asked Ranarelci with a smile.

Caylan lowered his head bashfully. "Yes."

She patted his shoulder. The claps were awkward, as if she'd seen someone else do it and was just trying to repeat the comforting gesture. "There's no need to be ashamed of this. We're going to help you, Caylan. I promised help - and we will help. What do you want from us?"

Caylan lifted his head. "There is a kingdom of our allies to the south. Carondale."

"Yes, we know of them. And we know where their envoy is."

"Excellent! Guide us to him and we'll..."

She raised her hand to stop him.

"A child has no place in the jungle. There are things 'scarier' than our tribe out there. No, I will send a hunter, and he will bring Carondale representative here to you. They know these woods-you don't."

Caylan rubbed his hands together nervously. For a second he'd already thought he could leave this weird tribe.

"The rest of the time - you will have to wait. Here, with us, among our customs, if you want to survive. Your Mum has to find out about what's going on here. Sooner or later."

"You don't get it. You don't know her like I do. She'll be scared, furious--she'll think you're totally out of your mind. I'm still trying to wrap my head around all this, and her? My Mum? She'll just run away."

The chief listened in silence. "You didn't think that fate itself had brought you here?" She paused briefly for him to ponder. "We will not oblige you, but understand this: you'll only become a man when you've fathered a child--with a mother or an ordinary woman. For now, you're still just a boy until you prove yourself. We'll give you work so you'll have a purpose."

Ranarelci nodded to her son, and Lakaran, bone piercing his nose, picked up Caylan and carried him out of the hut.

When Caylan returned - Adelaide was already asleep. Her body jerked with sighs, her breasts moving with each deep breath.

"What if it's indeed a fate?" He took a step forward toward her and lowered his head. Caylan could feel the smell coming from her neck and hair. Milk, sweat and something sweet. His head was right above her breasts. In the weak dim light he could faintly make her out, but what he saw he liked. Her skin was pale brown from a fresh tan, with freckles, marks, and veins. Her two breasts were so full, craving either the bite of a child or the touch of a man. He wanted to touch her, to do both, and Caylan lowered his head, kissing his lips over her chest, just below her neck and above where mother's tits began. The touch of his lips against her skin was like an explosion, his brain filled with emotion.

He loved that breasts so much as a child, when he wanted milk. And now he loved her again, or had he always loved her? His cock was hard as a rock again. His ears rang with the overwhelming pleasure.

Caylan fell back on his bed. "We just have to wait until a messenger from Second Carondale shows up. Then everything will be as it was before, that's all." He turned and tried to sleep, though thoughts got in the way. Though Caylan wasn't thinking about Adelaide, his thoughts revolved around the couple on the beach. "Did that son really make his mother pregnant? Is that really possible in nature?"

He lay there, his cock poking out from his waistband. Is mother and son love possible in nature? How could this tribe break rules so easily? Maybe there are no rules then?

Caylan didn't fall asleep until near morning.

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"You've already seen my breasts, honey, and you want to know what my other parts look and feel like?" asked Adelaide. "Making babies feels so good."

"What?"

"Caylan!" Adelaide said, giving his shoulder a gentle shake. His eyes opened, focusing on his mother leaning over him.

"It's morning, sweetheart. Time to get up. You've slept long enough, and... I don't feel right being alone."

As he rubbed his eyes, Adelaide was looking down somewhere else. Caylan realized that his cock was still hard, and it was peeking right out of his stupid waistband. She's looking right at it, at his cock, the tip.

She turned away, acting like she didn't see anything. Caylan tightened his waistband, tired from not getting enough sleep, as he began his day.

They were diligent members of the tribe, helping with chores. Mostly, Caylan worked alone, while Adelaide enjoyed the tribe's way of life. When she heard about the plan with the messenger, she visibly relaxed. To his surprise, life slowly started to feel normal again. The anxiety and fear of the future faded, replaced by a comforting daily routine.

Caylan was cleaning the hide of some animal on the beach, sometimes glancing over at his mother. Standing near the water, bathed in sunlight, she was surrounded by a group of women. They only pretended to understand each other. From their odd gestures, Caylan guessed they were just playing along. "It's unlikely she'll learn anything from them. At least she's happy."

Suddenly, someone hit Caylan in the back. It was Lakanar; the hunter muttered something, hinting that Caylan should get back to work.

"Everything would be fine if it weren't for this guy. He's really getting on my nerves."

As if reading his mind, another hunter spoke up--a younger son of the chief who was working alongside him.

"Lakanar. Angry. Can't do. Children. With. Mother," he said, barely managing to form the sentence.

"Wow, you can actually talk. You're Kanavasi, right? The chief's youngest son?"

Kanavasi nodded. "Lakanar. Not considered a man. In Matrokai Tribe."

"That explains a lot. And you...?"

But Kanavasi walked away, leaving him alone.

"That was strange," Caylan whispered, while Adelaide erupted into laughter, chatting with the women. She made a sweeping gesture with her hands, mimicking the curve of a pregnant belly, before playfully pointing directly at him--Caylan. The women looked over at him, and then exchanged knowing smiles.

They, of course, completely misunderstood her intentions, much to Adelaide's dismay. Caylan flushed deeply, more intensely than he had in a long time. Now these women would think that he and his Mum...

His cock responded again, hard as stone. "I need to get back to work."

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"It was a wonderful day," said Adelaide, settling onto her bed in the hut. "I met so many new people. Honestly, I never imagined I would leave the castle and find myself in a place like this, straight out of a storybook. I want to soak in every moment here while we still can, before we journey south. I'm eager to learn everything there is to know about this tribe." Sweat trickled down her strong, tense neck.

"Maybe that's not the best idea, Mum," Caylan folded his legs together to hide the hard-on that had accompanied him all day.

"The sons here have such a special love for their mothers; that's something I've noticed. It's fascinating, but also a bit... wrong? I guess. They kiss like true couples, like lovers. I don't fully understand it, of course, but it's not my place to judge. And what's even more interesting..." She fixed one of her clothing straps, clearly uncomfortable. Her right breast shifted, the flesh moving as Caylan glimpsed a bit of the pink areola. He pressed his legs together even tighter.

"I've never met a single father, and... No, that's ridiculous... Just a silly thought... Mothers and sons... Nevermind." She looked at him as if only just noticing he was there. Her eyes traveled down Caylan's body, stopping where her son was trying to cover his groin with his legs.

"I wanted to talk about what happened today, dear. I think I realized why you were so distant that day, and even today." She sighed, she felt awkward talking about it. "I realize you're a man. And you're in your adult age, and you're... well, anyway. I saw your... you know, this thing, this morning. Although I shouldn't, as a mother, see it when you're an adult. Anyway, I think we're even, and I think you don't have to hide it from me. It's not like you can control it."

Caylan fell silent, and he frowned. Did he hear that right? His mother was talking about seeing his boner this morning?

Adelaide was sitting, blinking, waiting for some sort of reaction from her son.

"I said you can put your feet down."

Caylan didn't quite know what to do. Could this be some sort of test?

"But that's... You are not supposed to see it, right?"

"I know I shouldn't, Caylan. Believe me, I know. But I have to prioritize your health--and you--above everything else. I can't bear to see you covering yourself because of me every day and avoiding facing me while I pretend everything's fine. If we are planning on surviving the situation we got into, we need to adapt. And we should trust each other. So put your feet down."