Homelands Pt 06 Ch 02

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Author's note

As ever, if you have questions feel free to email me or leave a comment. Either way, I'll try to respond in a timely manner.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy, and supernatural elements are not incidental to the plot. Additionally, many chapters will feature elements of other categories, particularly group sex and anal.

All sexual acts are consensual and involve parties who are at least eighteen years of age.

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"And this," Hank declared, "is the master bedroom."

Gabriela's jaw dropped.

It was less a bedroom than a penthouse apartment. And it looked nothing like any apartment she'd have expected Hank to live in. Where she'd have thought there'd be bookshelves and statues, hardwood floors and a earthy colors, she found ultra modern furnishings, the latest hi-tech toys, pristine carpeting, and luxurious furniture. Everything was black and silver except for two green throw pillows on the black leather sofa, the cabinets in the small kitchenette, and the small garden that sprouted up from the middle of the floor just in front of the TV. The fireplace was set back in the wall and enclosed in glass, rather than a stone hearth. Two walls were made of glass, granting them a stunning view of the garden as well as the swimming pool. One of the floor-to-ceiling windows had a balcony on the other side, though Gabriela couldn't see how they were supposed to get to it.

"It's...nice," Gabriela said.

"I liked it better before," Nina said. "But, yeah, it's nice."

The way she said it, you'd never have guessed she was using the same word as Gabriela.

"No dragons," Eric observed.

"Well, there's usually one," Hank said dryly.

"And one little dragonrider," Nina said underneath her breath.

"Can I get you something to drink?" the king asked.

He tossed his cane aside. It fell into a pocket of nothingness, disappearing from view. It would never be too far out of hand there, Gabriela knew. Eric did the same with his sword.

With a twirl of his wrist, Hank coaxed a bar out of the floor. It too was black and silver. And fully stocked, not only with liquor and wine, but glassware, ice and everything else.

In short order, soft music was playing, a fire was roaring, and they all had drinks in hand. Nina was dancing slowly with herself, rolling what passed for hips and shaking her flat ass. Even in the skimpy red cocktail dress that made it impossible not to notice her, the effect was somewhat less than impressive.

At least, Gabriela would have thought so.

Eric's eyes had gone wide, and though he was trying very hard not to stare at her, he wasn't fooling her. Even before he spilled a mouthful of beer down the front of his shirt.

"You know he can't help it," Hank whispered, slipping up behind her. His hands encircled her waist so naturally, it was easy to forget how many years had gone by since he'd held her like that. "It's just how us guys are wired. Once he's had a taste, he'll lose interest quickly enough. But for now, she's the one flavor he's never tasted."

Gabriela drew a deep breath.

He was right. She knew that. If any woman could steal her Eric from her, which she very much doubted, it wouldn't be Nina. She was attractive enough, and even Gabriela couldn't help but wonder what a woman with nearly as much power, experience, and confidence as Nina must be like between the sheets. But she wasn't her son's type. Not anymore. He'd outgrown that phase. These days, he preferred his woman to be built like

women

. Those flower stem legs wouldn't do anything for him, and her ass could even fill the palms of his broad hands. Besides, he'd never cared for brunettes. Even before she'd initiated him, Gabriela had never seen his son fall for a woman without blonde hair.

But it sure would be nice if he'd stop drooling.

"Give them some time alone. Let him get it out of his system," Hank continued.

Reluctantly, Gabriela nodded.

As if she'd heard them, Nina gave her brother a sultry look then beckoned Eric over with a curl of her finger. Gabriela watched as her son closed in on his aunt and began to dance with her. Most respectable institutions would have thrown them out if they'd danced like that in public. Eric had Nina's dress hiked up, her panties pulled aside, and tips of his fingers gently teasing her glistening labia as they continued to gyrate to the music.

They only kept at that for a minute or so. Then Nina stepped away, pulled the hem of dress back down, and, without a word, spun on a heel and left the bedroom. A single glance over her shoulder told Eric that he was to follow her, and follow he did.

"A bit accustomed to getting her way, isn't she?" Gabriela asked.

Hank put a hand on her shoulder. "He'll be back in your arms soon enough." He lowered his voice. "Back in your womb. Doing the job he was born to do."

Her heart raced.

With an awkward laugh, she said, "For a second there, I thought you were giving me permission to conceive my son's child." She let that hang in the air a moment. "Silly, huh?"

"Not really, no," he replied.

"No, that's not silly?"

This couldn't be happening. He was fucking with her. Trying to figure out whether she'd ever thought about having more children. Whether she disapproved of inbreeding. Or maybe just looking for an excuse to laugh at her.

"We're not supposed-"

"We can do whatever we want," Hank said firmly, but without any emotion. "Understand, it's not that I've decided to ignore the rules. I've chosen to change them."

Gabriela dropped onto the sofa, suddenly finding her legs incapable of holding her up. A drink appeared in her hand and she swallowed most of it in one gulp.

The king came and stood before her. "It takes some getting used to, doesn't it?"

She laughed. "Are you kidding? I've been fantasizing about it every day for months."

Hank grinned.

"But you knew that," she said.

Of course he did. Hank's talent for reading Libidos made Nick's seem nonexistent. And her desire to feel her son's child growing inside her was so intense, it was almost paralyzing.

"Your sons," she said.

"Are the real reason I left you," he finished.

That hadn't been what she was going to say, but she was glad to hear it. She still couldn't quite forgive him. He should have stayed with her until Eric at least had come of age. But better that be his reason than Phil's offer to serve as Shadow.

"They must be powerful, to go around looking like that."

After she reached the point where the image of herself that she had in her mind was that of an overweight, middle-aged mortal woman, it had gotten to be easy to keep up the illusion. Took effort to revert to her true appearance, in fact. But, initially, wearing another skin all the time had been hard on her. And it was a modest enough change at first, back before the woman she was pretending to be had begun to age. For his son's to sustain such exotic transformations couldn't have been easy.

"They take after their mother," Hank replied.

"Is that what it's like?" Gabriela asked. "When we mate with each other?"

Her head spun. What kind of children would Eric give her? Little lions? Giants? Or just even more beautiful and powerful than their parents? Perhaps some son of theirs would one day steal her away from Eric. And maybe, just maybe, she'd want him to. If any man was to do so, at least, she'd need it to be their son.

"There's a reason they're all about it in the Eternal Garden and the Shadowed Glade," Hank said. "It's only here in the seasonal courts that it's prohibited."

"They are?" she asked.

It was a stupid question. He wouldn't have said so if it wasn't. But she was too intoxicated by the thought of having her son's sons to think straight.

So she did the only logical thing and filled her glass back up.

"You've never heard of the Unshackled Maiden? Or the Trilateral War?"

When Gabriela gave no other response than sipping her drink, Hank smiled and ran his fingers lightly through her hair.

"I gather I should have," Gabriela said at last.

The king shrugged. "You're in good company. Up until a few years ago, I was equally ignorant. Even now, my sister is one of only two others in the entire First Court of Summer who know the tale."

"You told Annie?"

She'd never been close with Jennifer's youngest, but Gabriela would have thought that the girl would at least tell one of the Hardts. And if she did, Nick would eventually hear of it. Which would mean that Eric would too.

"Not her," Hank said. "I meant Flori Hardt. She was the first to know."

"So she told you?" Gabriela asked.

"Of course not," he replied. "Nevermind who told who what or when they told them. That's not important. The point is, long ago, when there was only one court beyond the original two, some `lesser' immortal dared to dream of walking the Earth. The real one. Not a Playground, or an echo, or a Dreaming, but the home of mortal men and women."

"So?"

Hank dropped down on his haunches, took her hands in his, and looked her in the eye. Even when they weren't glowing, those emerald orbs took her breath away.

"They'd never allow that," he said. "The ancients, who rule over the Eternal Garden and the Shadowed Glade."

"Why not?" Gabriela asked.

"Mortal desire is a powerful thing. Stronger than you can imagine."

Gabriela frowned. She'd slept with mortal men. Hardly worth starting a war over.

"Those men weren't real," Hank said, guessing her thoughts. "They were but shadows cast by real mortals. When you fed off them, you were pulling their energy across worlds, and hardly a trickle of what they had to offer got through. You've no more tasted mortal men than you have felt the warmth of the sun."

"Oh," was all Gabriela could manage in response.

"Exactly."

"What's that got to do with inbreeding?"

"Each generation of purebreds grows stronger than the one before."

"You mean inbreds?"

"If you prefer," Hank said. "Myself, I don't care for the term."

"Purebreds," she said.

The king nodded. "The Unshackled Maiden never took a husband. But she had many sons, each fathered by a previous son. And she Devoured all of them."

When Hank explained what that meant, Gabriela gasped.

"It's a surprisingly common practice elsewhere in the Homelands," he went on to say.

"That's horrible!"

"Indeed it is," he said. "But the power it brings is not to be underestimated. Nor is the desire for power found among most of our kind."

Most. Was she to believe that he was any different?

"At any rate," he continued, "the Unshackled Maiden grew quite powerful before anyone even noticed what she was doing. Her power rivaled that of the ancients themselves. But there was only the one of her, and many of them. If not for the fact that the children of the sun and the moon are so utterly incapable of putting aside their hatred for one another, even temporarily, the whole affair would have been over before it began."

"Hence the Tripartite War?" Gabriela said. After Hank touched a finger to the side of his nose, Gabriela asked, "She lost though? This Maiden?"

"Eventually, yes," Hank said. "Another war soon followed, but it was a civil war. One court became four, and thus Summer, Spring, Winter and Autumn were born. What remained of the Maiden's bloodline rules over Winter to this day."

"Lady Winter is her descendant?"

The king nodded.

"And she's looking to do what her great-great-great-grandmother could not?"

Hank shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not. Your guess is as good as mine. Whatever her motivation, though, she

is

Devouring her son's sons, and she's far more powerful than any other immortal you or I will ever meet."

"How does she get away with it? Why haven't the Eternal Garden and the Shadowed Glade tried to stop her?"

"No doubt they will, in time," Hank said. "If she gets strong enough."

"She's still not a threat to them?"

"Our blood has thinned over time. Though her power has grown immensely, she's still nothing compared to the ancients, or even the Unshackled Maiden."

"How do you know this?"

"Is that really important?" he asked.

Gabriela sighed. "No."

"Is that why you're so sure that no one will punish us for having each other's children?"

"A bit more complicated than that, I'm afraid," he said. "Daphne herself wouldn't tolerate it, unless I swore fealty to her and became another one of her pawns."

"Another one?"

"The Matriarch of Autumn, Iva of House Farrier, is basically a puppet for Lady Winter. The same goes for Lady Titania in the Vernal Courts."

Gabriela's throat felt tight.

"There's no choice but to whore ourselves out to some greater power. I chose the devil I know." He stood back up. "The first Temple of the Sun will open its doors in a few days."

The sound of that appealed to Gabriela not at all. But Hank assured her that it wouldn't be so bad. They'd have to bow their heads a whole lot, attend something very much akin to religious services every now and then, and generally kiss a whole lot of yellow ass. But that was it. So long as the sunlit folk felt that they were being treated with the proper reverence, they'd be happy. They order them around or try to control them or anything like that. Just force them to swallow their pride.

And, for that price, they bought the right to do as they pleased. To violate the only rule Hank himself hadn't already revoked.

"You're really telling me that I can have his children," she said. "For real?"

"I am," Hank said. His hand went to her thigh, and Gabriela felt blood rush between her legs. "Your body is yours to do with as you please."

Her body.

It sounded so simple when he put it like that. Why should it be anyone else's business whose children she chose to have?

Of course, it didn't work that way. They wouldn't be agreeing to let the sunlit folk come to Summer and demand to be treated like gods if it was.

But it didn't matter. She was going to be a mommy again, and this time she'd get to hold a baby given to her by her son. That was all that she needed to know. Everything else was just irrelevant, pesky details.

It was her body. And she could do with it as she pleased.

Just then, overcome with joy at the news he'd shared with her, it pleased her to have the father of her beautiful son back inside her once more, reminding her of the magical moment in which she'd conceived Eric. Reminding her of the fist time she'd exercised her power to create life, to bring another immortal into the world.

Her legs slid a little further apart and she placed her hand atop his, guiding him upwards. The skirt that had been wrapped around her turned to smoke and drifted away. The rough skin of her husband's hand sent shivers down her spine as it traveled over the smooth skin of her bare thigh. It had been too long since she'd felt that.

"You think he'll be interested?" Hank asked.

Gabriela stared into her husband's emerald orbs. "What do you think?" Her hands cupped her large breasts and her tube top evaporated the same way her skirt had. "The mighty King Hank of the First Court of Summer can't resist me."

"What chance has your poor son got then?" he asked with a smirk.

"Exactly," Gabriela replied.

The hand that had been slowly creeping towards her hungry sex reached its destination. But all Hank did was rub the backs of his fingers against her swollen labia lightly a few times before leaning closer and reaching up to play with her girls. Gently, he swept her hands aside and took hold of her massive tits, massaging them as his thumbs brushed her stiff nipples.

Her breasts enjoyed the attention. They never got enough, truth be told. But, at that moment, it was her womanhood that really needed to be tended to most of all. The brief stimulation it had received had only increased the sense of urgency.

Fortunately enough for her, Hank's mouth soon took care of her little problem.

There was precious little the man wasn't great at, and cunnilingus did not belong on the short list of such things. His lips gently brushed hers, planted soft kisses on her, and pulsated against her clitoral hood. First one, then two, then three tongues invaded her orifices and danced nimbly against her magic button. He licked her clit while tongue-fucking her snatch and running circles around her brown bud. He reached inside her womb and curled his soft appendage back to probe at her G-spot. He pushed her to the brink then eased her back then brought her there again. Over and over and

over

. All the while, his firm hands continued to play with her breasts. Mouths that didn't seem to be attached to anything worked at her sensitive nipples while he groped her funbags.

It was more than any woman could take. And Gabriela had been pretty worked up to begin with. It didn't take long before her cum was running down the king's chin and her energy was pouring into him like water from an upended jug.

Then Hank gave her an immediate encore.

When Gabriela slithered out of the couch, she felt sure that if she wasn't careful, she'd float away. Her body was not only spineless, but weightless. She could hardly move, and certainly could not have stood up straight. The high her husband had given her through his expert oral ministrations was unbelievably intense.

Her husband.

Only then did she realize that she'd slipped back into thinking of him in those terms. It was like the betrayal that had caused her to resent him for the better part of two decades had never occurred. Washed away by a couple of really good orgasms.

No, not the orgasms. He'd become "her husband" even before that. His atonement came from him giving her his blessing to have her son's child.

It was the second greatest gift he'd ever given her, after Eric himself. How could she hold a grudge against him after that?

"It won't bite," he said. "Only looks like a serpent."

Gabriela shook herself out of her reverie. Only then did she realize that the king's royal scepter was staring her in the face, waiting to be polished. And only then did she realize that he actually sounded nervous. Not merely impatience, but genuinely nervous.

That was so unexpected, it almost made her want to hold him in her arms, press his face against her breast. Did he actually think she'd let him down? Or was he worried that he might fail to impress?

There was no risk of either of those things coming to pass.

"It's beautiful," she said as she took hold of his massive cock with both her hands. It was bigger than anyone she'd ever had, even Eric's. Not by much, maybe, but it was. Especially in girth. "No, not beautiful," she added. "Majestic."

Hank smiled, his green eyes glimmering.

It was time to break out her own bag of tricks. Most of them, anyway. There were a few things she had no intention of bothering with. Deepthroating, for starters. With some effort, she could unhinge her jaw and swallow that python whole. And he'd have marveled at the sight of her every inch of his beast deep in her throat, no doubt. But that was all she'd accomplish. All a man's sensitivity was in his head. So Gabriela wrapped her lips around his foreskin and set to work, keeping his helmet in the front of her mouth while her tongue relentless worked him over. Meanwhile, she stimulated his Libido, made him feel light fingers running down his back and chest, pressed a finger against his prostate, and used ghostly mouths to suck on his balls.

Hank soon filled her mouth with his warm seed. She'd forgotten how mild the taste of his cum was. It was fruity, slightly sweet, but hardly distinctive. He'd once brought home a couple of dragon fruits. If she'd never tasted the things, it never would have occurred to her to say that was precisely what Hank's spunk tasted like, but that was what came to mind.