Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 14

And man did Iva know how to move. There were a lot of ways in which my mother was a great lover. But this wasn't one of them. Even when I was with her, it would never occur to me to compare her to Iva or Nat or Brie in terms of how well she used her body. It was definitely not true that she expected the guy to do all the work, as Dom had once said about Mom. But still. She was a bit too passive.

The blonde beauty on top of me was anything but. She had control over her body that defied reason. Might well even have been supernatural, all things considered. But it wasn't just what was happening inside her. Every brush of her fingers on my skin felt about as good as blow-job. Blue bolts of something that wasn't electricity jumped from her fingers and fizzled out as they reached me. Pure sexual energy maybe. God, that felt amazing.

We had gone through several positions by the time Natalie rejoined us. As much fun as we'd been having, I was glad to see my sister jump in.

Iva hadn't been making a point of it, but she was slowly wearing me down. It seemed like every two minutes, I was cumming again. She showed extreme restraint, never taking more than a sip from my Libido when I was left vulnerable. But a sip here and a sip there soon became an awful lot.

After blasting one more load into my aunt, this one in her ass, I decided it was my turn to have a glass of wine. I sipped it slowly. Nursing it. The wine was good enough to reward savoring, but the real reason was that I jsut wasn't ready to go back in there. And I was enjoying watching them together more than I usually enjoyed watching women. This was much hotter than watching Mom and Tara, if only because the two clearly wanted each other so badly, and neither was the least bit afraid that the other was going to make her pay for it if she made the mistake of allowing herself to enjoy things too much.

Eventually, though, simply watching from the sidelines got to feeling like torture. So I gulped down the rest of the wine and climbed up behind Natalie. I then thumbed some lube into her ass, working it in slowly and gingerly.

"Mmm, both, please?" she asked between mouthfuls of Iva's snatch.

Without a word, I granted her request. Perhaps I should have wondered how she knew that I could do that. But at the moment, I had more important things to worry about.

Nat got the better of me this time. The sheer ecstasy of enjoying two of her tight holes at once might itself have been too much to bear, but I was pretty sure she threw a good deal of energy into amplifying my sensitivity besides. I poured buckets of cum into her holes.

Then Aunt Iva slid out from under Natalie, came around back, gently pushed me out of the way, knelt down, and began felching my cum out of my sister. I held her hair up as she worked. Even after my sister was licked clean, Iva kept going. I could have sworn I saw at least three tongues. My sister's hips started bucking as she face fucked her aunt, mumbling various curses into the bedcovers as she did.

When Iva was finished with her, Natalie collapsed onto the bed, spread-eagled. She might have gotten the better of me just now, but she'd completely melted for Iva.

"That was impressive," I said.

"You ain't seen nothin'," Iva said. She slipped out of bed and went to refresh her wine.

I came up behind her, sure to let my cock press between her ass cheeks, and reached around to hand her my empty glass. "Me too?" I asked.

She leaned back against me and gave her ass cheeks a gentle shake. Damn, that felt good. "Sure thing," she said. "Didn't figure you for the wine type."

"I'll drink whatever's being offered," I said.

"You know you can just...," she snapped her fingers. A six-pack appeared.

"I guess I figured that," I said.

"It's not like we can only use our powers for sex," she said.

I knew that, of course. But I guess I'd never thought much about the full potential of my powers. They certainly came in handy for seducing women, but there were lots of other ways they could make life more convenient.

Taking a deep whiff of her hair, which smelled like vanilla, I mumbled agreement. God, I couldn't wait to eat her pussy. I bet it tasted like vanilla too.

Iva turned around, handed me my wine. "Can't figure out if you're just playing dumb."

"I wish I was. You know, in the mortal world, my intelligence doesn't get called into question anywhere near this often."

She kissed me on the lips again before heading over to the table by the window. "So. You wanted to know what a vassal is?" she said between little sips of wine.

"Yes," I said, taking the seat opposite her.

She put the glass down, pulled her knees up against her chest, "In principle, anyone can collect vassals. No one else but the king or queen is supposed to, but it happens."

"Go on," I said.

"Every time energy passes through a vassal, either coming in or going out, their master or mistress skims some off the top. Happens automatically."

I whistled softly.

"Yeah," Iva said. "Now, it's definitely a small amount. You probably won't even notice after a while. From the perspective of any one vassal, I guess it's no big deal. But you gather up enough of them, and that's not so trivial. And while it's mostly temporary, the more you get used to carrying around that much energy, the more powerful you become. I guess it's sort of like metaphysical exercise or something. So even after a king or queen releases all of his or her vassals, as is customary when stepping down from the thrown for example, they're still more powerful than they'd been before. So you can see why it's prohibited for anyone but the king or queen to collect vassals, hard as that is to enforce."

Damn. So much for ever rivaling Brianna.

"Just thought you should know," Iva said.

"Thanks," I said.

"Still going to go through with it?" she asked, flashing a quick glance at Natalie.

My sister was passed out cold.

"Yeah," I said, drawing the word out. "Yeah." More firmly this time.

Iva shook her head. "You're nuts."

I shrugged. "I want to know what court life is like. Brie won't let me get anywhere near close enough to have any idea what's going on otherwise. I'm sure of it."

"No question about that. But you're kidding yourself if you think you'll be a trusted confidante just because you let her siphon off a little bit of all the energy you give or take. The bond between master and vassal isn't exactly sacred."

"Maybe so," I said softly.

She made it sound no different than the relationship between a farmer and his cow. But that couldn't be true. I was sure of it.

Iva laughed. "Definitely so. If I were you, I wouldn't even assume she's going to keep you in the court. Heck, I wouldn't."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You're headed for an ambassadorship, if I had to guess. Which means you'll officially be diplomat, but unofficially a spy. And you can assume she'll send you on just about the most dangerous mission you can imagine. If you get scooped up by the other side, her biggest threat is taken out. If you gather valuable intelligence, so much the better."

I fell silent.

"Oh, baby, don't sulk," she said, reaching out to stroke my hand. "You wanted a taste of politics. Your life won't lack for interesting, I'll tell you that much."

"You could have said something before," I mumbled.

Iva slipped out of her chair and draped herself in my lap, hands wrapped around my neck. She nibbled at my lip. I feigned resistance, but it felt too damn good to put any real effort into it. Her lips were so ridiculously nice. "Honey, I don't know you that well. So far, I like you well enough. You're cute. And surprisingly sweet, for someone with so much ambition. Though maybe that's just na\"{ivete. But, at any rate, quite honestly, I'm not even sure where I stand at this point. It's nice to have grand notions about restoring your family to its proper place, and of being a better, nobler queen than your mother, one that actually makes people's lives better than they were before. But it's funny what being exiled by your own mother and chased through half the Homelands by Silas' sons and grandsons will do to disabuse one of the notion that politics is a morality play. So don't get too comfortable with the idea that you can count me as an ally. If you want to ask me simple factual questions, feel free. But it's not my place to tell you not to let Brianna make you a vassal."

My heart accelerated.

Iva nibbled at my ear. "And I'm glad you didn't bother insisting that you have no ambitions. Because you're not fooling anyone. Least of all her."

"I see," I said.

"Don't worry. You won't be the first to be exiled without being exiled. Nor the first to come back from it, should you manage that. There are worse fates you could suffer. Just don't count on her pushing for your release if you're taken captive. Odds are pretty good that she sees you as eminently expendable. My advice to you is not to take your job of gathering intelligence too seriously. Doing your job well won't win you back into Brianna's good graces. She'll tell you that it will. And she'll make it sound convincing. But she's going to sleep easier at night with you in another world. So if the time comes that you feel like the best way to please your queen is to do something that involves running a real risk of suffering Silas' wrath, don't do it. His shit list is not a fun place to be. I would know."

"Duly noted," I said. "Any helpful tips for what to do if, by some unfortunate turn of events, I do end up being Silas' prisoner?"

"Take your own life. If you don't, you'll come to the same end, only with a lot more suffering preceding it."

I laughed awkwardly.

"That wasn't a joke," she said. "I'm not proud of the things I did to elude his grasp. But I'd do them again, in a heartbeat. Every one of them. Even the ones I don't think I'll ever tell another living soul about."

I started to get mad. Her tone simply suggested that I should have assumed all this to begin with. Like you had to be a child to think politics worked any other way.

If only I hadn't been such a child when this all began. Had known when I visited Grandma Kaitlin that I'd more or less sentenced myself to this fate.

Iva continued nibbling at my ear. "Tell you what. I hadn't planned to commit myself to any specific course for a bit longer yet, but what the hell. Be my vassal instead."

I hesitated.

"Come on, baby," she whispered in my ear. "Give yourself to Auntie Iva. If you do, I'll do everything I can to protect you from Brianna. And should she decide to send you away anyway, you can trust that I'll move heaven and earth to arrange your safe return."

I ran my hand down her back. It was tempting. If she was queen, and it was Brianna asking for me to betray Iva, I wouldn't hesitate to refuse. But I wasn't sure I wanted to openly cross my cousin ever again. "I don't know," I said.

Iva's back stiffened.

Pulling her down towards me, I tried to kiss her. She turned her head to the side. Then slipped out of my lap and stood up, taking a step back. She folded her arms beneath her glorious breasts. Her lips tightened. "What's the problem?"

"Well, from what you said...I mean, are you sure you want to be collecting vassals?"

"Are you sure you want to be telling me whether I should?" she asked.

I was surprised my wine didn't freeze from the sudden chill in the room.

"Don't be like that. If you were queen, I-"

"Mm-hmm," she said. "But mister loyalty to the throne doesn't mind plotting a coup."

"I can't pretend I don't like the idea of being king, sure. But I'm not plotting a coup."

"So you haven't been to see my mother? Didn't inquire as to her feelings towards Brianna? Or I suppose you were just making conversation?"

I didn't reply.

"I think you should leave," she said, turning her back to me.

If her mind was completely made up, why couldn't she look at me all of a sudden? I came up behind her. She raised a shoulder defensively, but when I placed my hand gently on her upper arm, she lowered it. I kissed her neck, nibbled her ear. "Please. Even if you have to be mad at me after. Let's just enjoy each other one last time."

She sighed. "Okay. But I am going to be mad at you after. You just burned the wrong bridge, buddy. You'll see that, in time."