CHAPTER 5. COCONUT JUICE
Over the next morning, Caylan watched as more and more women accepted Adelaide into their group. She moved among them, her bare breasts now blending with theirs.
"They think your mother's finally accepted you as her
breeder
," Kanavasi said, his gaze lingering as the women laughed and guided Adelaide's hands to their swollen bellies.
Kanavasi turned, but Caylan was gone. He glanced around and spotted him hiding behind a tree, peering at the women and specifically at his own mother.
Less likely, hiding behind the tree, she would notice him peering at her sweet pink soft nipples. Mum's nipples weren't hard at all because of the warm weather, but so attractive, as were her entire breasts, large, the size of his head. It hovered over the ground, and shook every time Adelaide laughed, raising a hand to cover her mouth. Each thrust of her breasts made him shudder and blush. It felt like something inside him exploded or burst, filling his blood with honey.
Kanavasi turned with a smirk, blocking the view. "Looks like the itching plan worked."
"What do you mean?" Caylan asked, distracted.
"My mother. Used itching to... to make your mother stop wearing clothes. Now you can love her."
"I... umm... " Caylan was still hiding behind the tree, giving his hard-on time to loosen up a bit. "Thanks to your mother of course, but I love my Mum as it is... I'm not her...
breeder
."
"You. Are. Strange. You are her only son but you refuse to be with her," Kanavasi said, eyeing Caylan from head to toe. Well, eyeing part of Caylan that he could see. "I want you to join me in my hunt. Come, or stay here and hide all day."
Kanavasi, without waiting for an answer, headed into the jungle. Caylan sighed and followed. He glanced back one last time at his mother. Adelaide was laughing, surrounded by women who offered her amulets. Her breasts were now covered by a mix of colorful beads, twigs, flowers, seaweed, and pearls.
Why consanguinity is bad?
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Prince Caylan sat at his desk in the royal library, surrounded by rows of ancient books and scrolls. The soft afternoon light streamed through the tall stained-glass windows, painting colorful patterns on the marble floor.
Adelaide stood by the window, her amber eyes watched over him.
"Don't get distracted, Caylan. We're not done with today's lesson. Finish your reading, and then you can go play with your sisters. Or, if you'd like, we could visit the forest again, but only if you work very hard." She smiled for a moment, her dimples showing, but then her face returned to the stern look of a strict teacher.
"Mum," Caylan asked, looking up from his scroll. "Why did Uncle Darst lose his claim to the throne?"
Adelaide made a long sigh. "You've heard the rumors, haven't you?"
Caylan nodded. "He married his niece. I just thought is it really that terrible to marry family?"
A long silence followed, the only sound the soft rustling of the wind outside. Adelaide's face softened for a moment, but her voice remained steady.
"That's just how the world works. And also some traditions are there to protect our kingdom, Caylan," she said. "The royal bloodline must remain pure. Marrying within the family, especially close family, is just bad, Caylan. A taboo."
She walked over, standing behind him. Her hands moved through his light brown hair, her fingers gently scratching his scalp. Caylan relaxed under Adelaide's touch.
"There are things, rumors, for which you are still too young, sweetie. Even I know little about them. Your father once told me that blood mixing can be a path to dark magic."
Caylan opened his mouth in surprise though he really enjoyed the scalp massage. She had long nice fingers.
"We wouldn't want a wicked sorcerer to take the throne, would we?" Adelaide leaned down, meeting his eyes. "These are just rumors, my dear. Don't be afraid. But do you understand that loving family members in that way is wrong?"
Caylan nodded solemnly.
"Good boy," she said with a soft smile. "Now, give Mommy a kiss." She tapped her cheek with her finger.
Caylan gladly brought his lips to kiss her pale, warm, sweet skin. He loved kissing his mommy so much.
"Mmm... My sweet boy."
"I love you, Mum," he said as always.
"And I love you, my dear," she replied, as she always did. Her cheek seemed to glow from his kiss.
"Today we'll finish early," she said, stepping back. "Go play."
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"You're good... with bow, Cray-Laugh." Kanavasi and Caylan were dragging several boar carcasses behind them, while Kanavasi also carried a handful of colorful herbs.
"My name is Caylan," he corrected, a small grin tugging at his lips. "But yeah, thanks. I spent a lot of time hunting in the forests of Aetherfall. My mother and I used to ride out together, though she never quite liked it when I took down game. She's a peaceful soul, always more in tune with the quiet beauty of nature."
They were hauling boars when, suddenly, Ranraelci appeared before them. The people around were amazed by Kanavasi and Caylan's impressive catch. Caylan felt like a confident victor, but Kanavasi nervously watched his mother.
"We... brought... food. Caylan, great hunter. And I brought plants for the Water of Life," Kanavasi said in Caylan's language for some reason, though he was talking to his chief-mother. His eyes were on her as he offered the colorful herbs.
Ranarelci's expression didn't change. She said something in their native tongue, her tone clearly angry. Kanavasi stepped closer, his voice taking on an unusual tone, intense, almost fervent, as if he were confessing love. He pointed at the boars and then moved even closer. His lips reached toward hers, just upward toward her face, but she pushed him away, grabbed the plants for Water of Life, and walked off.
"She seems upset," Caylan said.
"She despises me." Kanavasi sighed. "You're the eldest son. You can have your mother. But you don't... I don't understand." And with that, Kanavasi walked away, leaving Caylan alone with the boars.
Caylan shrugged and dragged the carcasses back to his hut. He headed to the water to keep looking for food, adjusting his makeshift net. They need fish. He thought about how he kissed Adelaide, how he loved her breasts.
She's the most gorgeous woman and she's my mother
.
Life is cruel sometimes. I must be the unluckiest guy ever.
He was busy with fish and didn't notice Adelaide appear behind him.
"Caylan?" she called. Her neck was adorned with amulets, flowers woven into her hair. Her charms covered her bare tits, swaying slightly as she moved. In one hand, she held a coconut, sipping casually, her eyes locked on him.
"Uhhh. Hi, Mum... You look unusual," Caylan smirked.
"I've become pretty popular for some unknown reason," she said, taking another sip. She was acting a bit awkward. "This coconut juice is amazing. It's tangy, salty, and so addictive. It's just perfect for me."
"You know, I never asked, but why is your sense of taste so sharp, anyway?"
"Not sure," she replied, gazing at the sea. "Probably runs in the family. When you're from a bloodline with as many kings and queens as mine, you learn to savor every detail, especially when it's life or death. Poison detection has its perks. Guess that's why I taste everything a little... sharper. It sharpened my palate. But the best part? Wine hits me harder."
She giggled and took another sip, her eyes flicking to him as he worked. "You know," she murmured, "the women around here seemed really impressed with you. Now I'm starting to see why. Bringing back all that food? Pretty impressive."
"My skills with the bow came in handy, Mother."
He froze, feeling her fingers on his back and neck. "You kissed my neck so tenderly when we... were doing that thing yesterday," she whispered. Her voice was so sensual and slow. A sultry blend of heat. He turned around while she was still rubbing his hair with her long fingers. She used to do that when he was a little boy.
Adelaide's breasts were obscured by the amulets, but he thought he could see part of her right nipple.
"I wanted to talk to you," Adelaide began, her voice trembling as she looked away. "Yesterday, when we were hugging and you... saw me naked, something inside me shifted. For a moment, it all hit me, the weight of everything. My husband is probably gone. My daughters too. I've lost so much. You're the only one I have left, Caylan."
She gently moved her hand from the back of Caylan's neck to his chest, trailing her long, soft, and damp fingers along each muscle, shoulder and along his strong belly. Her other hand still held the coconut.
"But I still let myself be rude, angry at you, the way I always was when we were back at home. I was angry when you just wanted to kiss me or... When you talked about how you cared about my comfort and you didn't mind me not wearing tribe's garments... you put me first, and I let those old rules and fears take over. Ranarelci was so right, it's all so meaningless now. She's a wise woman. They know more than we do. There's nothing wrong with kissing with my big baby, and you seeing my bare breasts...Ummm...Caylan." She looked down, her eyebrow high." Do you have a boner now or did you have one before?"
"Ohh... Well. It was before. You just didn't notice." He lied.
She smiled, her lips curving with a hint of mischief, almost laughing. "See? I've changed so much; I would never be able to ask something like that before. I'm standing here, completely bare before you, and yet I feel safe. So free. No more boundaries, no more restrictions. We've grown distant over the last few years, but it feels like destiny brought us to this tribe, doesn't it?"
"I guess." Caylan gulped. He had an incredible hard-on. And the thought that she could see him and not care made his blood burn fiery. Her slender fingers continued to massage his muscles, and he couldn't help but wish they would go lower, to massage his most favourite muscle.
"These people, they love each other so purely, so deeply, as a mother and son should," Adelaide continued. "And now, they're inviting us to understand that kind of connection, to grow from it. It's beautiful." She stepped closer, her breath warm as she whispered, "I want to hug you. Let me hold you, dear."
She, with the coconut in her hand, hugged Caylan slowly and gently, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. Her cheek touched his face, her hair enveloping his eyes, his nose. He wanted to drown in her lush, beautiful hair. Her nipples made contact with his chest through the amulets. And his cock touched Adelaide's leg.
"
I love you, Mum
