Exile Of The Crown Pt 03

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

," he whispered.

"

I love you too, my dear

." Adelaide smiled, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment.

Caylan grabbed her so she couldn't break free or escape, his lips trailing up the smooth curve of her neck, pressing into her skin just above the swell of Adelaide's big full breasts. He kissed her skin, soft, freckled, and impossibly sweet. Her breath caught as his mouth left a fiery trail, each kiss igniting a spark that made her shiver.

He kissed her again, this time higher, his lips leaving damp imprints that made her pulse quicken. Her grip around his back loosened with each loving kiss.

"Ughhhh... No... What are you...mmm...doing...dear...akgghhhh." She covered her eyes, drowning in his tender kisses. "Aghhhh, Caylan. Stop it... Right...ughhh... now."

He continued to hold her tightly in his arms, kissing Mum's chin. The coconut finally fell out of her hands, falling into the sand, the white liquid spilling out. Her hands gently cupped his head as he showered her with kisses.

"Akgghhhhhh, Mommy," he whispered unable to possess with emotion. Adelaide's breath hitched, her lips parted as she gasped for air. Caylan, winding his hands in the thick, luxurious curls of his beloved mother's hair, tried to pull her closer. His lips brushed against her cheek, teasing her nose, skimming the edge of her lips. His touch was getting dangerously closer to Adelaide's lips, until the distance between their mouths was almost nothing, just a whisper away from the kiss he craved.

His heart raced wildly, but everything came to an abrupt halt. The last remnants of her consciousness urged Adelaide to act, and she yanked Caylan away.

Then came the slap. A hard, resounding smack across his face.

Adelaide didn't say a word. She gasped for air, her chest rising and falling, the amulets shaking with each breath. She looked at Caylan, disappointment written all over her face. Deep disappointment, and it made him feel so ashamed.

Without a word, Adelaide turned and hurried back into the jungle.

Caylan stood there by the water, his heart heavy, a painful itch in his cheek.

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Adelaide nervously fiddled with the amulets as she sat in the chief's hut - the place hunters had taken her as soon as she returned to the settlement. The events on the beach still weighed heavily on her, and her wrist throbbed a little.

Ranarelci finally entered and sat down across from her.

"How are things between you and Caylan?" she asked. Adelaide avoided her gaze, looking anywhere but at chief's eyes.

"It's complicated. I'm trying to understand how you love, but some things... they scare me. Like how your sons kiss their mothers. Sometimes it makes me uneasy."

"There's nothing wrong with that. Kisses have no boundaries."

"I don't think I agree with that."

"Mother and son's love has no boundaries."

"With all due respect, I don't agree with that either." Adelaide paused before asking, "Would you mind if I ask where your husband is? Kanavasi and Lakanar's father? I never met him."

"Lakanar killed him. They had disagreements, and Lakanar took his place."

Adelaide paused, looking at Ranarelci with a strange expression and a hint of disgust.

"You mean that... Lakanar is your husband now?"

"Lakanar is my son," the chief answered calmly.

The two women just stared at each other.

"Huh. I'm sorry, just for a second I thought that he... and you... Forget it." Adelaide stammered, searching for the right words. Ranarelci raised an eyebrow and handed her a coconut.

"Would you like more juice?"

"Yes, I suppose," Adelaide answered, trying to avoid the awkwardness.

"Let's go back to Caylan. So you don't want to kiss your son like the mothers in our tribe do?"

"Kissing me is something only my husband, Alistair, does. But even he has never kissed me the way you do in your tribe. The way mothers kiss their sons." Adelaide took a sip of coconut water.

"Is it because of your homeland rules again?"

"I don't think it's about rules. It's more about common sense. I would never allow Caylan to kiss me inappropriately. He's my son, not my lover."

"And has this distance helped you? Are you sure your son loves you enough? Didn't you feel free the moment you stopped pushing him away?"

Adelaide looked down, taking another uneasy sip from the coconut. Ranarelci had been right about everything.

"Our relationship with Caylan had been distant for years; ever since he became 15 years old and pulled away from me, and I didn't even see it. I'm sorry, Ranarelci," she said quietly. "I'm sorry for my prejudices. It's hard for me to hear what you're saying, even though I know you're probably right. You were right."

"Your son is the only one you may have left."

This bitter truth cut deeply into Adelaide's heart.

"Do you have blood?" Ranarelci asked. She was clearly far removed from the formalities of conversation and politeness.

"I'm sorry? What?" Adelaide asked, still with a pain in her heart and a coconut in her hand.

Ranarelci pointed between her legs. "Blood. Can you have more babies?"

"Wh..." Adelaide was completely taken aback by the question. "Is that important?"

Ranarelci slowly, very slowly, nodded. Adelaide nervously shifted to make herself more comfortable, tucking her legs beneath her large ass.

"Yes," Adelaide simply said. "I wanted more children, but Alistair was against it."

Ranarelci smiled. "Coconut milk makes mother's milk taste better. And the nipples, too. Sons love the taste of mother's nipples."

Adelaide frowned and glanced awkwardly at her breasts, though they were hidden by the many amulets around her.

"Your breasts still belong to your son no matter how old he is. As do your nipples. Our women achieve unique intimacy with their sons by letting sons kiss their nipples again when they are adult. If sons want to."

Adelaide coughed, spitting some of the white liquid onto the floor. "Nipples? That's a bit too much, I'm sorry."

"You can touch his man parts in return. You don't want to hear it, I understand. You're too entangled in your overseas tribe's rules, but sometimes pain and disgust is the path to something truly great."

Adelaide's body was covered in goosebumps. The longer she stayed in the hut and learned more, the more uneasy she felt. "I hope by 'man parts' you don't mean..."

Ranalechi held out her hand, imagining she was holding something large and long in her hand. "

Strong Breeder

."

Adelaide sighed, trying to suppress a bout of nausea. She set the coconut aside."You know what? You're all crazy. I was right. You're savages, after all," she said, then quickly left the hut.

Ranarelci kept sipping the coconut juice, smiling with amusement. Next to her were several colorful herbs for the Water of Life.

CHAPTER 6. THE WATER OF LIFE

While the tribe enjoyed the evening, dancing and playing by the fire, Adelaide sat a bit farther away from the others, huffing and puffing over the boar's carcass, pulling out its innards and smearing herself with blood. It was disgusting, but she desperately wanted to vent her anger on something.

"Let Caylan kiss my nipples. Of course, I can't believe I didn't realize I needed to do that to get close to my son. Moron tribe," she grumbled, trying not to get blood on her amulets.

"Mum?" Caylan sat down beside her, brushing his cold fingers over her hunched back before settling. Her back was warm, hot and seductive.

"Caylan?" Adelaide flinched, her hands slick with blood.

"Mum, are you still angry?"

"Yes, I am," she replied, staring at her bloodied hands. "But not at you." She glanced toward the tribe gathered by the fire, her eyes landing on the chief seated in the leader's chair alongside Lakanar.

"I just can't wrap my head around what I've learned. It's all one big misunderstanding, and I don't want to hear another word from that... that crazy woman." With that, Adelaide grabbed the knife and drove it straight into the boar's eyes. "Do you know that your father would have definitely killed you for the way you kissed me on the beach? Also, for that kiss in the hut. I've never kissed another man in my life besides Alistair. But that time, you became the second. That's how badly this tribe is affecting us, do you understand? You kissed me. That shouldn't have happened."

She sighed, trying to calm down, and looked at Caylan, who sat silently, his hands folded. He reminded her of how he used to sit and behave years ago during their lessons in the library, back when he was a curious little boy who always loved kissing her. And she had loved receiving his kisses.

"Maybe... there wasn't anything wrong with the kisses. You know, I always saw you as a little boy. A little boy who sits at the table and reads scrolls, or studies, or runs around the garden, or likes to draw. But when we ran away from the castle, I saw for the first time that you were no longer a little boy. You're a man now. You're a fine grown man, Caylan."

She moved closer and offered her cheek, then touched it with her finger.

"You can kiss me if you want. Go ahead."