Homelands Pt. 06 Ch. 03

It was tempting to take offense at that. But Gabriela chose to read it as a sign that he would not easily be tempted into betraying Patty.

By the time she was naked and had started in on his clothes, Mike was breathing heavy. His skin was starting to change color, and slight protrusions peaked through his mop of brown hair. Still, he behaved himself. His impression of a statue necessarily came to and end when she tried to slip his shirt up over his head, but aside from helping her undress him, he did exactly as she'd told him. He sat back and let her do her thing.

At first, she'd been irritated by it. But, increasingly, his uncanny discipline was turning her on. This was a man who wouldn't stray, yes, but he'd also be next to impossible for Patty to wrap around her finger. With most men, all it took to get your way was to threaten to withhold sex if he didn't give in, or promise extra special treats if he did, or both. That wouldn't work so well with this one. He'd have Patty doing his bidding as often as not, if Gabriela had to guess. Which was good, in a way. As much fun as it could be to make a guy wait on you hand and foot, it was hard to really respect such men.

It was almost like he'd done a mind trick on her. She'd been hoping to make him lose control, to feel the need to reach out and grab her. Instead, he was slowly chipping away at her own resistance. If only for the sake of dignity, she'd have to draw it out at least a little bit longer. But that young, hard cock of his would be inside her mouth soon.

His penis didn't fit inside his boxers. Like the rest of him, it had turned green. But it was smooth. No scales. And it was long and thick. The bulbous head and narrow tip reminded her of a dragon tail. One that had been affixed to the wrong side of his body.

"Sorry," he said. "Kinda lost control there for a second."

Gabriela almost laughed. Was that "losing control" in his mind?

"Probably freaked you out," he said, forcing his skin to return to a more conventional hue. The mini spines retreated back within his head. His nose, which she hadn't even noticed had begun to look more reptilian, reverted to a mortal shape.

"Not really," Gabriela said.

Admitting that aloud made her tingle between her legs.

"I think it's kinda hot, actually."

Mike smile at her, and the green returned. He didn't let himself go so far that scales and claws and fangs appeared, but his body became a deep emerald, save for his silvery "underside." His hair got shorter but didn't disappear entirely, and the spines filled out but didn't reach the awesome length they'd been earlier.

Gabriela's heart beat faster and faster. She was about to have sex with a mythical beast. The stuff of legends. That his transformation was modest and that he wasn't actually a dragon mattered not at all. She'd still feel as though she'd joined an elite club. Done what few other women could claim to have done. She wouldn't even let it bother her that one of the other women who belonged to that small sorority was her daughter.

She dropped to her knees and ran her hands up his strong thighs and over his sculpted abs. The smooth feel of his skin surprised her. She knew that there were no scales awaiting her. Not currently. But her body had expected to feel them all the same.

He stared down at her and tucked a lock of her hair behind one of her ears.

That took her breath away. It was such a small little gesture. But it was the first time his hands had touched her since she'd pushed him back into the chair.

"My father is a fool," he said.

Her heart nearly stopped.

"Any man who would leave you deserves to be alone for the rest of eternity."

"You don't have to say that," she heard herself say, as if from a distance. His words and hers alike echoed in her mind, growing fainter and fainter with each repetition.

"It's true," he said.

"Your mother is a beautiful woman," Gabriela said. "Not to mention his sister. That's a special bond, as you're no doubt discovering."

"Patty is special," he said. "Because she's Patty. Not because we share a father." He licked his lips. His tongue wasn't quite forked, but it wasn't quite shaped like a man's either. There were two modest little nubbins on the end of it. She could only imagine what he could do with those. "Part of what makes her so special, aside from who she is inside, is how sexy she is. And she gets that from you."

Gabriela didn't know whether to swoon or to cry bullshit. His words were simply too good to be true. She could feel herself falling under his spell, and it scared her.

But it excited her too. More than a little.

"My mother looks like the modeling industry's patron goddess. But you? You look more like a fertility goddess. Like a real woman, rather than a department store mannequin with eyes. It's House Moody that gave Patty her delicious curves, not my father."

"Shut up," Gabriela said.

She gasped and covered her mouth.

"I...I'm sorry," he said. His hand returned to his side.

"No, no, I'm sorry," she said. "It's just that...Mike, if you turn out to be a fake, I'm going to kill you, bring you back to life, then kill you again."

He chuckled nervously then let out a sigh of relief. "I get that you're worried about her. I would be too, in your shoes. If you weren't, I'd consider that a red flag."

"Kid, you are smooth."

Leaning forward, he kissed her on the forehead. "What I am," he whispered, "is in love."

Gabriela rose to her feet. She decided she didn't have the patience for foreplay. She needed to get off. Badly. If the boy felt cheated because he wasn't going to get the blowjob she'd implicitly promised him, that was just too damn bad. Seeing as he was Mister Perfect, he obviously wouldn't hold it against her.

As she straddled his hips, she guided his rough hands up to her heavy breasts. His silver eyes said they wanted to be there, but apparently he thought he had to wait for a written invitation. Once in place, though, they weren't shy. He fondled her breasts and teased her puffy nipples the way her own son would have.

While Mike played with her girls, Gabriela slowly settled down onto his stiff, green pole. Oddly colored though it might be, it sure felt like a dick. A nice, big, stiff one. He wasn't as big as Eric, but he was hardly modest in size either. And his bulbous head spread her open wide before his shaft slipped inside, the way Jennifer's son always did.

"Oh, that feels good," she moaned into the young boy's ear. Then she gave the modest little lobe a little lick. His ears, like everything else about him, were exotic. And getting more exotic by the minute. They were long and pointy at the tip. "Are you going to breathe your fire into me?"

One hand left her chest and gave her fat ass a firm slap. Gabriela whimpered at that, as much from the surprise as anything.

"Again," she whispered.

So he did.

"Mmm, that's it," she said. "Don't be shy."

The lips that sought hers out were hard and thin. As she ran her hands over his sinewy arms and shoulders, she found the scales she'd been waiting for. They didn't hurt her hands though. Just took her by surprise. Turned out, if she went with the grain, she hardly even noticed them. It was only when she reversed course that they scratched at her palms.

Pulling back from their kiss, she saw his nose was more akin to a snout. His eyebrows and eyelashes were gone, as was the hair atop his head.

The glistening silver spines took her breath away. They were terrifying and majestic at the same time. They seemed so symbolic. Of strength, and virility.

"You're beautiful," she said.

The only response that got from him was a sudden increase in ferocity. He grabbed her hips tightly and started thrusting up into her with a strength and speed she hadn't anticipated. His hard cock filled her up right, and its smooth shaft slid along the underside of her G-spot again and again and again, guiding her inexorably towards climax.

Even hotter than the feel of his young cock inside her hungry womb, though, was the perversion of it all. Some little piece of her remembered what it was like to believe she was mortal well enough to feel a rush of guilt at the thought that she was fucking her future son-in-law. That the father of Patty's children, the man who would give her grandchildren, was inside her now, where at any moment he could give her a gift that she could turn into children of her own, if she so desired. But it wasn't just that she was banging Patty's future husband. Worse than that, he wasn't even human. Of course, in a sense, none of them were. They were something more. Immortal. But he didn't look human either. He looked like he belonged in one of Veronica's fantasy novels or something.

When a pair of leathery wings suddenly sprouted from his back, it didn't surprise Gabriela in the least. They were emerald green, like the rest of him, save for the inner part of the membranes, were they were a glittering silver. Gabriela almost expected him to carry them up into the sky, but he simply stretched his wings wide, gave them a few furtive flaps, then closed them again. They looked too feeble to hold the weight of them both anyway.

"You can scratch, if you need to," she said. "Just take it easy."

Apparently, though, he'd reached the limit of how wild he was willing to get. Gabriela was mostly relieved by that, but there was some part of her that was disappointed as well.

Soon enough, she decided to try to get a rise out of him. Bit his neck, tweaked his nipples, and slammed down on him hard enough that his thighs had to be getting sore. In response, he groped her more vigorously and gave her ass some delicious slaps, but that was it.

No claws.

When she started biting harder and pinching his nipples more forcefully than she'd even want her own pinched, he finally reacted. But not by drawing blood. He rose up from the chair and, when she spilled off of him, spun her around and forced her down to all fours.

"That's it," she told her future son-in-law. "Make me yours."

With a guttural sound that began as a growl and grew into an ear-piercing shriek, her little dragon did just that. The hands gripping her shoulders felt inhuman, and when his thighs bumped into hers, they too felt unnatural. But his smooth, hard cock felt exactly the way a cock should. And he was giving it to her like a beast.

It was so good, Gabriela let herself go completely. She stopped trying to provoke him and tease him and guide him and simply let him have his way.

Her Libido went crazy. Images of the beautiful children he'd give Patty filled her head. Why had she been worried about that? Their offspring would be strong and happy.

Not as strong as the children she and Eric would soon have. But that was a high bar to cross. The fruits of their lovemaking would be proud and brave and beautiful.

All those thoughts of reproducing had Gabriela feeling hornier than ever. She was like a bitch in heat. Her womb needed to be filled with the warm jizz of a strong man.

That was when she heard a lion's roar.

Like he knew what she was thinking. Knew that she was in heat.

Gabriela looked over her shoulder and smiled to herself as she saw Eric walking slowly towards them. His movements were slow, menacing, and possessed of a feline grace. His legs were double-jointed and covered in golden fur. As was the tip of the tail that lashed behind him. From the waist to the neck, he looked like a man. The only exceptions were that his chest hair had thickened and turned white and his hands had been replaced by oversized paws. His face was also somewhere in between that of a man's and lion's. He had whiskers, a black nose, and a beautiful golden mane that reached past his collarbone, but her son's handsome face was still recognizable beneath all that.

He looked so strong, so feral, so wild.

"She's mine," Eric snarled.

There was something so very primal about her son displaying his dominance, asserting his ownership of her. She nearly came right then and there. But when Mike's penis slipped out of her, that ship was dashed to bits on the rocks.

"There's enough to go around," she said meekly.

She was Eric's. Now and forever. It was only right and proper that he should claim her as his own. But she wasn't quite done welcoming Mike into the family.

It was only then that Gabriela noticed that Patty was sitting on the lounge chair Eric had summoned, looking strung out on heroin. Her daughter's glassy eyes followed their movements, but no expression showed on her face.

"Not yet," Eric said. "I want you to myself for a while first."

"Okay," Mike said, raising his hands in submission.

Gabriela almost insisted that it wasn't up to them, it was up to her. But she couldn't bring herself to argue with her son. The part of her that had once been a modern housewife resented his macho behavior. But another part of her find it all incredibly flattering. That wild look in his eyes awakened her baser instincts.

Worked up as she was, she didn't last long. Thankfully though, her orgasm didn't leave her so drained that she couldn't keep going. Eric had taken a lot out of her, probably without even trying to do so, but she had enough left for some more fun.

Even if she hadn't, she might have said that she did. She was not about to pass up the opportunity to be sandwiched between those two studs.

Eric sat in the chair and Gabriela mounted him cowgirl. His hard cock felt like a drug. Though she'd just gotten her fix, still she wanted more and more and more.

Then Mike came up from behind and slowly worked his fat dick into her ass, pushing past her sphincter ever so slowly and delicately, though not nervously. He knew what he was doing, and had no fear of compromising his sexuality by getting too close to his brother.

In time, they all got nice and comfortable. Gabriela especially.

She then began using her two meat poles to go for the ride of a lifetime. The intense stimulation threatened to overwhelm her. To erase her memories and her sense of self, leaving nothing but a keen awareness of pleasures deeper and more powerful than any woman could resist. She was so full. So connected to her two lovers. For a time at least, there was but one entity, albeit one with three heads and three hearts.

Time slipped away from her. She had no idea how long she spent bouncing on those two beautiful cocks. How long their insistent hands groped at her body, their hungry mouths kissed at whatever part of her they could reach. Nor could she have said how many times she got off. They must have climaxed a few more times than she had, though, because she soon found herself riding high above the ground, drifting through a spiritual plane, all but disconnected from her corporeal existence. Her body might have been exhausted, but her Libido was full to overflowing with potent energy.

She hardly even remembered them filling her up with their seed. All she knew for a certainty was that when it was over, she was as thoroughly satiated as she'd ever been.

So, of course, she nearly died of happiness when Eric laid down in the grass beside her and whispered, "Now seems like a good time."

"For what?" she asked, as if she didn't know.

This was it. Her dreams were finally coming true. The moment she'd waited for lo these many years had at last arrived.

Her son gave her a naughty grin.

The resemblance to a lion was gone. He was just Eric now. Her beautiful son, with his gorgeous face, divine body, and magical cock. On the outside, he looked exactly as he had when she'd first initiated him. But he'd changed so much since then.

"Really?" she asked, so desperate for the right answer that she thought she might faint.

If he was talking about something else, she'd disown him. Castrate him. Boil his carcass in a soup and feed it to a pack of wild dogs.

Her son draped a hand over her midsection. "I want to see you swell with our child."

She couldn't even bring herself to reply. It was hard enough to keep breathing.

On some level, she knew this day was coming. From the moment she'd initiated him, perhaps even before, she'd known that one day her son would put another child inside her. She'd only just gotten permission from Hank the night before though. It was only then that it became real to her. And she hadn't actually asked Eric how he felt about it yet.

"You've always been the best mother in the world. I want to see what that looks like from the other side. To share the joy of raising a child with you," he said.

Gabriela didn't respond. Just climbed atop her son, took him back inside her, and started riding him for all she was worth. She wasn't sure her body could handle another orgasm, but she wasn't looking to get off herself. Just to harvest her son's seed. To draw out the life-giving force hidden within him.

She threw everything she had at Eric. His Libido fell under siege. Her energy poured into him at a sickening pace. If that didn't do the trick, and soon, she might not have enough energy left to conceive, even though she'd been as full as she'd ever been just a moment before. That's how aggressively she was manipulating her son's senses.

But her lion wasn't giving in that easy.

He pulled her down and pressed his lips to hers. Gabriela almost caught on fire. A tingling sensation spread out from her mouth, across her face and down her neck. Her son was burning with desire for her the likes of which she'd never felt. And that was something, considering that he was the most passionate lover she'd ever taken.

Her hands gripped his chest tight, compressing his thick muscles. They hardly gave at all, though. Her gorgeous son was built like a tank.

"Oh, baby," she moaned as she pushed her hips back and forth, allowing no more than an inch of his beautiful tool to slip out with each gyration. "You are so perfect."

It apparently would have taken too much energy for him to respond. His face was contorted in ecstasy so deep that it was barely distinguishable from agony. Those beautiful blue eyes of his struggled to stay open, his eyelids fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird. His mouth gaped open and the most exquisite little whimpers escaped from within.

Gabriela nibbled at her son's earlobe gently, ever so slightly increasing the assault on his pleasure center. Her lips tugged at the soft flesh, pulling it away from his body a bit before releasing. Then her warm tongue would swoop in and dance along its edge delicately, a butterfly kissing a flower petal.

Her son shuddered, and she sensed that he was close now.

"I love you, Eric," she whispered.

"I love you too, Mom," he responded without hesitation. "More than anything in the world. More than I ever thought a man could love a woman."

Then she gripped him as hard as she dared with her womb, made her walls vibrate, and slid down his pole until he was buried to the hilt inside her.

With that, her son threw his head back and roared.

As he did, he blasted her womb with his cum. It shot into with incredible force. She felt like she was riding a tidal wive.

"Yes, yes, fill me up, baby!" she shouted.

Like a good son, he did exactly that.

As she'd dreamed of doing so many times, Gabriela accepted her son's gift. Met his life-giving offering with all the energy she could muster. Her Libido hollowed itself out, deflating like a balloon, and she immediately felt the spark of life inside her. Felt that unbelievable, indescribable, paradox of knowing she had the power to do what no man could even as the deepest exhaustion settled over her.

The universe swam about her. For a brief instant, the Eternal Garden of the Sun and the Shadowed Glade of the Moon ceased to be the center of all reality.