Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 06

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Part 22 of the 79 part series

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Part Two picks up where Part One left off. Be advised that if you haven't read Part One, the story may be quite difficult to follow.

You should also read Part Two, Chapters One to Five before reading this.

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

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.

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My coronation ceremony was a tedious affair. After all the time I'd spent lately with women who not only had a ton of power but knew how to use it, fucking one lesser noblewoman after another felt like a chore. Nonetheless, I pretended to enjoy their efforts. And, more importantly, doing my best to ensure they enjoyed mine.

As strong as I might be, no one could manage to hold the throne without support. And an army of vassals. I could command every single member of the court to offer themselves up as vassals, of course. Rule with an iron fist. Silas had done much the same. But I wanted to try a different approach. If I was going to expect my subjects to make great sacrifices for me, I thought it would help if I did something for them as well.

That started with treating my subjects like lovers rather than cattle, the way Brianna had. At least a good number of them. I took mental note of which ones I might be able to afford alienating, and which I'd better do my best to keep satisfied.

It was also high time our court started to build some lasting institutions. Iva informed me that most of the courts did not have any to speak of, but the largest ones all did. Genuine governments, staffed by career civil servants drawn from the ranks of the lesser nobility. Apparently, she'd tried convincing Jack to do the same, but he'd been so focused on repairing ties with Silas that he never even got around to choosing a prime minister.

So, ten minutes after having met her, I offered the position to the youngest daughter of one of the oldest, if no longer particularly prominent, houses.

By the standards of our world, Wendy was nothing particularly impressive. She had dull brown hair that had looked a mess even before we'd gotten all sweaty. Her figure was pear-shaped, her chest almost completely flat. There was a bit of a gap between her two front teeth. She also had bright green eyes, an easy smile, and prominent dimples. She might not be beautiful, but she was certainly cute.

What had impressed me first about her was that she hadn't hesitated to let me know what worked for her and what didn't, where all the other noblewomen had been so afraid of making a bad impression that they'd heaped effusive praise on me. It had been sickening.

I might be powerful and talented, but I didn't know their likes and dislikes. It was utterly implausible that I'd satisfied them as fully as they'd have had me believe. Wendy hardly made me feel unappreciated, but she wasn't obsequious either.

Which was a good quality to find in a lover. Not exactly a qualification for public service though. I'd really made up my mind about asking her to serve as the Third Autumnal Court's first prime minister when it became clear from our brief pillow talk that she knew the aspirations and grievances of all the major houses, and had more than a modicum of knowledge about the customs and practices of the other courts.

Thankfully, Wendy was all too happy to accept my invitation. Her father would be most pleased, she'd insisted. Their family had once regularly sat kings and queens upon the throne, but it had been generations since any of them had had a prominent place at court. She was so proud to help restore her family to its rightful place, she cried.

After the ceremony, I had wanted nothing more than to spend some time alone with Mom or Aunt Iva or both. Or to try to convince Natalie not to withdraw into the mortal world again. But there were things that needed doing. I did visit them both, along with Wendy, Sean and Mel. But none of those trips was for pleasure.

I left Wendy with the task of compiling a list of the most common institutional arrangements used in the Homelands, both currently and historically, along with her sense of the pros and cons of each. I realized that if she was to do so thoroughly, it would be a lifetime's work. But even the equivalent of an undergraduate term paper would be useful.

Between the two of them, I expected Mom and Iva to personally visit each of what I thought were the twenty most important noblemen. Neither had liked it when I told them that I thought we ought to make a point of sleeping with our strongest supporters at least once a week each, and that I wanted them to tend to the men while I did for the women. Before we could do that, I needed them to compile a list of who we could woo, who we couldn't, and who we might be able to simply ignore. I also asked them to write down a list of the nobles' grievances, no matter how petty.

I also asked them to have each of the noblemen provide a list of the three most influential houses. Naturally, they'd all list their own first. But I could only assume that we'd learn a lot from what names were most frequently listed second and third.

Finally, lest anyone think me soft, I also asked Mom and Iva to Devour the two nobles that struck them as most likely to cause trouble. I further told them that, if they saw fit, they could Devour one other person apiece, for any reason whatsoever. Or none at all. No questions asked. But I also stressed that this was a one time offer.

Neither much liked the requests. Mom hadn't even liked the offer of a hunting license, though Iva would surely put hers to good use. After I told them that they could each take one vassal for every two they recruited for me, though, they'd agreed to my outreach plan.

In Mom's case, that agreement came reluctantly. She'd looked like she wanted to let me know that what I'd asked of her was Shadow's work, and I'd chosen Iva for that job. I wasn't entirely sure I could have blamed her if she had. As soon as possible, I was going to have to set aside some time just for the two of us, make sure she knew just how much I appreciated her. And maybe come clean about some things I'd been keeping from her besides.

I informed six of the most attractive foreign dignitaries, three male and three female, that if they wished to have audience with me, they'd first have to satisfy my niece and nephew. I told Melanie and Todd that they should go along with the idea that they were playing an important gatekeeping role, but I think they understood that this was really just a gift to them. At least, I was sure Mel did, and that she'd explain it to her brother.

When all of that was done, I went in search of my bed. There were still a million things that needed doing. Not least of which was a complete renovation of the palace. Each of the previous rulers had used the palace's appearance to make powerful statements about how they'd intended to rule. I'd need to do the same.

But just then, all I could think about was how tired I was. My first day as king wasn't even over yet, and I was already beginning to wonder why I'd wanted the position so badly.

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When Mom walked into my office, I had my chair pushed back against the wall and Wendy propped up on my desk while I performed my best cunnilingus for her. Well, not quite my best. She wasn't ready for that. But I was using more than a few of my better tricks, and she was on the brink of her third monster orgasm.

I made Mom wait while I finished Wendy off, which only took another two minutes or so. The prime minister dropped back to the floor, pulled her skirt down around her hips, gently kissed me on the cheek, and headed for the door without needing to be asked to give us some privacy. She and my mother exchanged brief greetings before she left.

Mom planted her hands on her hips. She wore a black evening gown, a pearl necklace, black leather gloves, diamond earrings, and nice heels. It was perfect for the visits she was still finishing up. Formal enough to command the respect due to an emissary of the king, revealing enough to draw attention to her best assets.

"I see you've finally found some time for recreational activities," Mom said.

I sighed as I settled into my plush executive office chair, gesturing for Mom to take a seat as well. "You know that's not it. It's not like I'm paying her a salary. If I want her to do a good job, I need to motivate her somehow. And the whole court will bene-"

Mom waved away the rest as she sat down. "She'd probably be happy enough to do it on a strictly voluntary basis, and I think you know that. But I'm not under the impression you're developing romantic feelings for the girl. In your head, there's something noble about making sure she's compensated to your satisfaction, whether that's necessary to ensure her loyalty or not." She sighed, but there was a hint of a smile there too. "He might call himself king these days, but in some ways, my sweet baby will never change."

I coughed into my fist to hide my blush.

"I think I even mostly believe that you chose Iva to be your Shadow instead of me for similarly pragmatic reasons."

I forced my face to remain impassive. "Mostly" was pretty much exactly the extent to which she should believe that. There were some very good pragmatic reasons to ask Iva to be my Shadow. But I couldn't claim that I had no real feelings for her the way I could Wendy. And it was really getting to be time that I told Mom that.

Soon.

"I've never been interested in politics, and she knows all kinds of obscure and arcane crap," Mom continued. "And she can be plenty scary when she needs to be, too. It's okay, honey. I get it. Really. I mean, you can't blame me for being a little jealous all the same, but that's not what I came to talk to you about."

"What did you come to talk about?" I asked.

My mother sighed heavily. The way her huge breasts rose and fell as she did gave me an instant erection, whereas eating Wendy's pussy had not. "Please tell me you're going to have some time for your dear old mother soon? I miss you, honey. Rather badly."

"Of course I will. Later tonight, in fact. I was thinking we can take a little trip to the mortal world. Spend a few days together, without getting out of bed or sleeping a wink. And when we get back, just a few hours will have passed. What do you say?"

Her Libido swelled. "That would be...nice."

"Good. Then that's what we'll do," I said. "Tonight. But, just now, I'm afraid we need to talk business. How goes the outreach?"

She groaned, then kicked off her heels, pulled one of her feet up into her lap, and started to massage it with both hands. And that was all the response she offered.

I laughed as I came around behind her and gave her a back rub. Her muscles really were tense. I'd thought maybe she'd been making a show of looking weary, to make sure she got a little attention from me. And maybe that was true to some extent. But there was no question that the task I'd set her was taking a lot out of her.

Nodding to myself, I resolved to make our little excursion as special as I could. She deserved that, and more.

Mom rolled her neck as I worked, moaning softly. "Mmm. That's nice, dear."

"So what happened?"

"Oh, exactly what you'd expect. At first, everyone was very polite, but skeptical. When they saw I really was willing to listen though, they wouldn't stop rattling off all kinds of complaints. And some were reasonable enough. But others...."

"Couldn't tell if they were even serious?" I asked.

"Worse. Even when I was sure they were, it seemed like they shouldn't have been. I can't believe they think that we're going to do something about some of this. Like their favorite lover spending more time with some other member of their family. Or what's going on in politics in the mortal world. Sure, we made that world, but seriously. We can't be expected to spend all of our time fixing everything about it. They get to roam around and prey upon hapless mortals more or less without consequences, provided they're quiet about it. They want us to worry about tax rates, unemployment, and gay marriage?"

"But they're taking us seriously?"

"Yes, yes," Mom said. "You might be opening a box you won't easily be able to close."

I handed her a margarita. She took it, patted my hand, and sipped the drink. She let out a contented sigh each time the glass left her lips.

"At any rate, I'm really getting the sense that the first thing you should do is set up a judiciary. A lot of their grievances are with one another, not the throne. Simply having a neutral but authoritative arbiter to resolve their disputes would mean a lot to them."

"Makes sense," I said. "Why did no one think of that before?"

"Oh, I'm sure they have. It's just that no one cared, honey. Because no one's sat on that throne before who truly wanted to make their subjects happy."

I laughed. "That's nice of you to say, but I rather suspect the real answer is that I'm spending a lot of time on things that won't really improve my hold on power, when I could be using my time more wisely."

"Probably," she said.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I said, with a sigh. But I would rather hear the truth. And it was hard to imagine that her first response fell under that category.

Mom busied herself with her margarita for a time before saying, "Well, anyway, you ought to look into recruiting a royal magistrate. I mean, you could, of course, do it yourself. They'd certainly appreciate that. But talk about not using your time wisely. You've already committed yourself to spending more time than I wish you would, ah, distributing patronage. As if you couldn't just command every family to volunteer one of their members to serve as a vassal and be done with it. The last thing you need to do is hold court four hours everyday, listening to the kind of shit I've been wading through lately. So find someone qualified and promise to fix any problems they create in the mortal world. That seems to be the closest thing to currency here, besides offering them time with your or your family. Which, I hope I don't need to remind you, is a scarce commodity."

"I know it is," I said. "And I really do appreciate everything you've been doing."

"Well, we'll find out tonight just how much you do," she said. After another sip of her drink, she added, "I'm warning you mister, if you get your mother's hopes up with talk of a little vacation, and then bail last minute, I'm going to...I'm going to...well, I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'm sure you won't like it."

I laughed then kissed the top of her head. "Duly noted."

She rubbed my forearms. "How about you, baby? Is everything going okay so far on your end? I see you've made the palace your own."

I nodded. It looked pretty similar to the way it had under Jack. At least in the sense that it looked like a place someone might actually live in, if they had obscene amounts of money, rather than a cold, hard, intimidating thing, as it had when Brianna sat the throne. Jack's dream mansion wasn't identical to mine in various little ways, but we'd still chosen to make similar statements. You could say I'd made it my own. But there was as much continuity as change to the way the place looked.

"Official negotiations with the First Autumnal Court begin tomorrow," I said. "I guess that's when we'll figure out whether it was a huge mistake to take the throne."

"I'm sure my baby knows what he's doing," my mother said.

Isn't that what mothers pretty much always say?

I laughed. "I'm glad one of us is. To be perfectly honest, I don't know how I could know what I'm doing, being so new at this. But we'll see."

"Have you...talked over the details of your proposal...with your Shadow?"

"Don't do that," I said, kissing her head again.

"Do what?" She finished her margarita, then refilled it herself. "Okay, I know I didn't need to use that tone. But it was actually a serious question."

"Not yet. But I will. And I'd like your feedback too. We can talk more about it tonight. But I guess it's only fair to tell you now that one of the things I'll pushing for is the release of the woman who was held captive with me. In fact, I plan to ask her to marry me."

Mom dropped her glass. It shattered on the floor, and margarita sprayed against the desk, the chair, and our feet. "I'm sorry," she said. "I just...didn't expect that."

"Don't worry about," I said. With a thought, I cleaned up the mess.

"So. What's the lucky girl's name?" she asked in a flat tone.

"Lily," I said. "But Mom, don't worry. Nothing's going to change between us. I promise."

"Don't say that. That only makes me think you haven't thought this through."

"Okay. Fine. That's fair enough. What I mean is, you'll still be my favorite," I said. "Besides, last I checked, you were still married. Doesn't stop us from...well, what I'm saying is, whatever this is, it doesn't require us to be single."

Another conversation neither of us wanted to have.

"That's truuuue," she said, her lips moving slower than molasses with the second word. "But, our kind doesn't even bother pretending marriage is a lifelong commitment. Now that our children are of age, your father and I don't have much reason to be together. Even if you go about things the same way we did, you're still committing yourself to making this Lily a very important part of your life for what will seem like a few years here in the Homelands, but a few decades in the mortal world. Which is how long it will take to raise kids. I assume that's what this is about, right? You want children?"

I ground my teeth. She just had to say her name like that.

But I didn't want to let my frustration show. I was dropping something of a bomb on her, after all. She was entitled to a little cattiness.

"Of course it is," I said, hopefully without any edge to my voice. "And of course you're right. Your'e always right. But even so, I promise you that no one's going to replace you. I may have less time for you than either of us would like, but that won't mean I care about your any less, or that I won't be thinking of you when I'm with her."

"It better not mean that," she said.

Neither of us said anything for a time.

Eventually, Mom broke the silence. "So. Tell me. Where are you going to have the wedding? The Homelands or the mortal world? Indoors or out?"

"I don't know."

Her back stiffened a little. "And who are you going to invite? Do you expect any of her family to attend?"

"Not sure. She's an exile. Got the impression she's not on good terms with her family."

"Exiled from?" Mom asked.

"Shadowed Glade of the Moon." Reluctantly, I added, "I'm pretty sure. She didn't talk about home much, and didn't seem to want me to ask."

"Frank. Honey."

"I know," I said. "I know. But, Mom, she might not even say yes. I'm just trying to give you early warning here. I don't have any actual plans yet. You're literally the first person to know that I'm even thinking about it."

"Okay, fine, so you still have plenty of time to work that all out. But if I know my son, you're going to try to put all those decision off til the last minute. Or make her make them. You can expect some serious nagging from me if you do though."

Some things never change. "Yes, Mom."

#

After we'd settled in to the hotel room, tested out the bed and enjoyed a quick shower together, my mother and I were ready for a drink. She summoned a bottle of tequila. I did one shot with her, then told her I had a better idea.

The foot I was massaging slipped out of my hand and made a playful poke at my crotch. "And what's that, mister?" Mom asked.

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