Homelands Pt 01 Ch 09

Homelands: Autumn

Part One

Chapter Nine

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You might want to read Chapters One through Eight first.

There isn't much sex in this chapter. It is, however, important to the plot. Those of you who are interested in the overall story might not want to skip this one. Besides, it's short. :)

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.

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Now that more, perhaps most, of my memories had returned, I had an idea. With great effort, and several failed attempts, I transported myself to the Homelands. But not to the court. To a clearing in the middle of the woods, where a humble stone cottage with a thatched roof sat tucked far away from everything.

After a few minutes of gasping for air, I slouched up the slate walkway to the front door. With the back of my fist, I rapped against the door.

"Who is it?" a voice called.

"It's me, Grandma," I replied, raising my voice.

A minute later, the door opened. A woman stood in the doorway, wearing a simple sundress that fell halfway down her thighs.

She didn't look like any grandmother I'd ever known. Nor like most of our kind. Unlike the sexy versions of my mother and my aunts, this woman looked so little like the elderly woman I thought we'd buried recently that I wouldn't even have suspected they were supposed to be one and the same had I not known. Her hair, blonde with dark roots just like her daughter's, fell to her waist in a thick braid. There were a few hints of gray, but otherwise her hair was every bit as gorgeous as that of every other woman in the family. She had full-fledged crow's feet and laugh lines, but by and large her skin was as tight as that of a woman in her early twenties. In fact, if you didn't look closely enough, you might actually think she was younger than Cindy. There was a youthful air about her, a spry energy. And, most distinctively, a playful look on her face, a certain set to her thin red lips, like she was never more than a moment away from snickering at some private joke.

Her figure was lithe, her curves relatively modest. Though, given her frame, she was quite busty. On a taller or thicker woman, her endowment would not necessarily impress. But on her, they were ample enough for anyone who wasn't obsessed with huge tits.

Which, admittedly, I was. But even I found them fairly appealing. Certainly better than my cousin's modest endowment.

And the curves of her legs were subtle, but definitely nice. Her legs begged to be caressed.

Still, while she was definitely very attractive, I was a bit surprised that this was our former queen. I expected more from someone of that stature.

Grandma Kaitlin looked me up and down. Her hazel eyes hardly blinked. "Come in," she said at last, leading the way out to her back yard. "I should probably say something like, 'To what do I owe the pleasure?' But, honestly, I expected you'd show up sooner or later. I sort of hoped it would be later, for your sake, but no sense sending you away now."

I cleared my throat. "Nice to see you too."

She glanced at me, flashed a quick grin, then settled into a cushioned lawn chair. "Sorry. But you'll forgive me for assuming you're not here because of how badly you missed me."

I took the lounge chair beside her. "Well, let me ask you something. Are you satisfied with the job Brianna is doing? Does it bother you that you were succeeded by an Orwin?"

Another quick, bemused grin. Almost a sneer. "Right to business." Then, tone flat, she observed, "You're an Orwin yourself, last I checked."

Perhaps I should apologize. But she seemed more amused than offended anyway. "No more than I'm a Farrier," I said. "But that's not what I asked anyway."

Grandma looked me in the eye for several long seconds before shaking her head. "Best you don't worry about that. At least not yet."

"I almost bested her," I said, though I knew that wasn't quite true. Still, I felt that the fact that there had even been a glimmer of hope for me said a lot, since I'd only discovered who I was very recently, and Brianna must have been initiated nearly five years ago, when she'd first turned eighteen. "If she's stronger than me, the gap is only going to grow with time, now that she has the full resources of the throne at her disposal."

"True enough," Grandma said. "At least for now. But soon, she'll have picked all the low-hanging fruit, and her power will grow much more slowly. And you, my dear boy, are a rank novice. Which is not an insult. You've got serious raw power, and real potential, once you learn to use it. My point is just that you're at the part of your learning curve where progress will come very quickly, almost daily. What's the rush?"

"She's vulnerable now," I said.

"Maybe. None of you were very seasoned when I stepped down, including your cousin. I probably should have waited, for that reason, if I'd had the liberty to worry about such things. But, at any rate, you'd be surprised how powerful others have grown even when they more or less were exiled from the court."

I didn't reply.

Her face softened, the perma-sneer fading for a moment. "You've already come a ways, for someone so new to our ways. And, for the record, I'm impressed that you've returned here and searched me out so soon after her highness sent you back, no doubt under one helluva veil. That can't have been easy, and it shows how determined you are as well. I mean, I trust you know that you're already guilty of treason, just on the basis of this conversation?"

Again, I had nothing to say to that.

Grandma sighed. "Tell me, sweetie, how many have you Devoured?"

"Devoured?"

"That's what I thought," she said. "And have you had sex with a being, or while in the guise of a being, that was fundamentally non-human?"

"Fundamentally non-human? Like what, growing horns and a tail? Or, I don't know, a second cock? I could probably do that, if I tried hard enough. I'm sure I could, actually."

"That definitely ought to be one of the arrows in your quiver. But, actually, I meant a vampire, werewolf, or a centaur. You know, your more exotic fantasies." When I didn't reply, she sighed and said, "You've got an awful lot to learn, sugar."

"Teach me," I said.

"Not a chance," she said without a moment's hesitation.

I recoiled. "Just like that?"

She slapped my wrist. "Don't play that tender ego game with me. I know it would take a lot more than that to offend you."

I ran a finger gently across the back of her hand, brushed her thoughts, suggesting-

"Forget it," she said with a laugh. The sneer was back. "Don't take this the wrong way. I'm sure mortal women must just eat you up. But by the standards of this world, you're a cute pup, with oversized paws and everything." Her glance drifted between my legs. "Size isn't everything, you know. Don't get me wrong. Of course it matters. A lot. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Sometimes a girl wants nothing more than to feel stretched to her limits. Hence the a centaur thing. But no one likes a one-trick pony."

I let that sink in for a moment. "I think I get what you're saying."

"For one thing, mortals only have so many sex organs and erogenous zones."

"So I should, what, grow

three

dicks? I mean, where do you even-"

"Why would you assume she can only have two holes?"

I blushed.

"But that's not the point anyway. You see, sweetie, at its best, sex between two of our kind is only minimally reminiscent of sex between mortals, in that it involves more or less physical bodies intermingling in a dance that culminates in complete submission. Think bigger than just growing more of the same old parts."

"I see." I paused for a moment. "So what does it mean to Devour one of our kind?"

"You're not ready to know that," she said.

"I won't try it until I am."

"So long as I don't tell you, no, you won't," she said with a chuckle.

I couldn't decide if that distinctive semi-sneer was really condescending or really fucking cute. The more I looked at her, the more I thought the latter. In fact, there was something almost painfully attractive about her, as unconventional as her beauty was. And it had a lot to do with those lips, thin though they were.

She held up a hand to cut short my protest. "Don't bother swearing you won't. You might even believe that. But it's just not who you are. You've always been extremely curious. That's good, in a lot of ways. But also extremely dangerous. The less inquisitive among us may have the least fun, but they often live the longest."

"I get it," I said. "But can you at least tell me whether this Devouring business is why Jack and Mark don't have a father?"

"It is," she said. "Taking the throne is easy. Keeping it is not."

"I'm sorry," I said.

Grandma laughed heartily, hand draped over her bosom. "Why ever should you be? I knew what I was getting into. Much better than your cousin does. And I have very few regrets." She sipped her iced tea slowly. "Just two, in fact. A few minor qualms, not quite reservations or misgivings, but only two full-fledged regrets."

I raised an eyebrow. "So what are they?"

She wagged a finger at me. "Not for your virgin ears."

"I see." I drew a deep breath. It was clear where this was going.

"Well, it was nice to see you again, Grandma. For real this time, not just with our mortal masks on. But I guess I should get going."

She grabbed me by the wrists as I started to stand up. "Not yet." She licked her thin lips. As I felt her desire increasing, my own surged. She might not have been the best-looking woman in the family, but there was something about her that was intensely arousing. "I know I've been telling you how much you've got to learn, but as long as you came all this way, I can't just let you leave like that, without having a little fun."

For her, it must have felt a bit like fumbling about with a virgin.

But, for me, it was

amazing

.

I'd thought Brianna powerful. And compared to most of the rest of us, she was. But she couldn't hold a candle to Grandma. Better still, Grandma was not just blessed with lots of raw power, she knew how to use it. She showed me things I'd never imagined, even though I was sure she was holding back.

Inspired by some of her more exotic feats, I tried a few of my own. Starting, of course, with a second cock.