Homelands Pt. 06 Ch. 04

Soon enough, both Patty and Olivia were being DP'd by both Eric and Kurt.

Squeezed between the two studs as she was, Patty's view of the carnal acts unfolding on the lounge chair was rather limited. As was her ability to focus on anything other than the intense pleasures being visited upon her. But the mere knowledge that she and her cousin were simultaneously engaged in such depravity added to the excitement.

Though her body was on fire, she felt it only from a distance, as though it were a memory rather than something transpiring at that very moment. Poor Patty was adrift in a sea of purest ecstasy. It was almost a shame. She was only dimly aware of the hard, lean body beneath her and the beautifully sculpted one behind her. The smell of sweat and cum and perfume assaulted her nostrils, yet barely registered in her thoughts.

Her brother was whispering something sweet in her ear. Or maybe it wasn't so sweet. Maybe it was utterly filthy. And maybe it wasn't her brother.

Someone was gently fondling her breasts. Or maybe groping them harshly, mashing them together and tweaking her sensitive nipples. Someone else was raining slaps on her ass, summoning pins and needles. Or maybe they were caressing her cheeks, squeezing tenderly, as one might handle an overfull water balloon.

There was room in her mind for naught but the intense pleasure, the overwhelming stimulation, of her cousin's dick in her snatch and her brother's in her ass. The two had initially been overly afraid of coming into contact with one another. But at some point, they'd both decided to embrace their inner demons, to let themselves get carried away in the moment, and they'd started ravaging her as forcefully as she longed for them to.

Had she told them to do so? Or had they simply known?

It didn't matter.

Hours that might have been minutes later, Patty reached one of the most intense climaxes she'd ever experienced. Her two guys weren't far behind. Their warm cum filled both her holes to overflowing, and they poured energy into her Libido as it did. Eric's seed dribbled out of her ass, Kurt's jizz oozed past her swollen labia, and the little life within her feasted greedily on their supernatural offerings.

Some time later, they disentangled themselves. Patty's legs wobbled and the room spun, but that only made her laugh giddily. She couldn't have felt more satiated. Nor, she thought, could the child growing inside her.

The next thing she knew, the guys had collapsed back down to one body apiece, everyone was cleaned up and wearing clothes again, and they were all sipping tea from porcelain cups. It wasn't that there was a hole in Patty's memory, though it almost felt like it. The past few minutes had just blurred past in the blink of an eye.

"Is that how you pray here?" Eric asked Liv, his hand going to the small of her back.

"No, that's what we call penance," she replied.

"I'll have to make a point of sinning then," her brother said.

"We probably should teach them how to express proper devotion to the ancients," Kurt said gingerly, as if expecting his sister to immediately shoot the idea down.

She did not disappoint.

"Next time," she said.

"Yeah, next time," Patty agreed.

Kurt shot her a reproachful look, and a chill ran down her spine. But a faint grin immediately parted his lips, and he said, "Okay." Then he planted a soft kiss on her cheek.

"We should, uh, probably get going," Eric said to Kurt. "Right, Pattycakes?"

She nodded, suddenly wanting very much to be elsewhere.

They said their goodbyes and then Olivia escorted them back to the front of the temple.

#

For a while, Gabriela tried her best to do what was expected of her. She bent the knee and kissed Zoey's hand and referred to her as an Illuminated One. She asked the blessing of the ancients and proclaimed herself unworthy of their grace.

That had burned, since part of her felt that the sunlit woman was responsible for the loss of her devoted brother. What had any of the sunlit folk ever done for her?

Yet another part of her realized that it was no more fair of her to think so than it was to blame Nina. In fact, Zoey herself no doubt thought much the same of her. And not entirely without reason. Besides, hard as it was for her to accept, in the end, her brother's death was first and foremost the result of his decision to sacrifice himself for his family. It was no one's "fault" that Wes was a selfless, loving man who'd do anything for those he loved.

Still, playing the part of the humble supplicant to Zoey's High Priestess left a bad taste in her mouth. She doubted that it would have sat well with her anyway, but it was particularly hard to lower herself so egregiously to her former sister-in-law.

It was only after Zoey started going off script that Gabriela lost it though. Whether that was ironic or perfectly predictable, she couldn't have said. One way or another, she'd done her part, however much she'd resented it, right up until Zoey mentioned her brother.

"The one good thing that simpering brother of yours ever did for me," she'd said, "was provide me with a son. I realize that now."

Gabriela's jaw went so tight that she feared her teeth might grind one another to dust.

"I should have left Wes the moment Kurt came of age. My children never should have had to kneel before a lesser immortal and swear to obey him. If my son hadn't felt the pull of his ancestral home, hadn't-"

That was the moment that Gabriela snapped. When she decided that she'd heard enough, and that she didn't give a damn what Hank would say about her failure to submit to the agents of the Eternal Garden.

Slapping the taller woman across the face had hurt. It left her hand stinging and jarred the muscles and bones of her arm and shoulder.

But damn did it feel good.

And seeing Zoey lying on the floor, indentations in the slab of gold bearing witness to the unspeakable force with which she'd hit the ground, filled Gabriela with a satisfaction rarely felt outside the bedroom.

"Your son didn't feel the pull of anything. He was trying to save my daughter from being raped," Gabriela said. "And every breath you draw, you owe to my brother. He gave his life for you and your daughter. I can't stop you from lying to yourself about such things, but I'll be damned if I'm going to sit here and-"

All of a sudden, Gabriela went flying across the courtyard. First shock then pain overwhelmed her. Only after she landed in a heap, slowly recovered her breath, and lifted her head up a few inches, did she see that she'd crashed through a marble column.

A soft whoomp-whoomp filled the air as Zoey flew up off the ground on a great pair of feathery white wings. Nothing in her appearance suggested that she'd just been smacked down, quite literally. Her hair felt to her waist in perfect ringlets and the was not so much as a hint of bruising or swelling on her cheek. The golden glow coming not just from her eyes, but surrounding her entire body with a faint nimbus, made her look more beautiful and terrible and angelic than Gabriela had ever seen her look.

"Should you ever again strike one of the Illuminated," Zoey said, "I will scour the flesh from your bones and sear the latter to ashes. Then I'll do the same for your children."

"Fuck you, you cunt," Gabriela said. "That wasn't an insult to your noble race and you know it. That was personal. As were your attempts to-"

Zoey's eyes flashed, searing Gabriela's vision even as she looked away. "You stand in a Temple of the Sun, where I serve as High Priestess. I speak with the voice of the ancients, whose blood courses through my veins. There is no distinction between insults to me and insults to the Eternal Garden of the Sun."

Gabriela drew a deep breath and climbed back to her feet. But she didn't speak a word in protest. Her anger was receding, the recognition of what she'd just done settling in.

"For the sake of your brother and the children he gave me, I will chalk that up to ignorance," Zoey said. "But you'd best not make the mistake again." The light pouring off of her grew a little less intense. "I am not your sister-in-law. Kurt is not your nephew, and Olivia is not your niece. We are your betters. We are Illuminated. No matter how we might offend you, or how kind we might choose to be to you, you must always remember that."

With great effort, Gabriela forced herself to lower her head in a modest bow.

The memory of seeing Zoey in a heap would remain with her forever. If biting her tongue was the price to be paid for that cherishable memory, then so be it.

"Has your king told you yet?" Zoey asked, her wings beating lazily so as to keep her aloft. "What your court is to give up in order to secure our patronage?"

It wasn't easy to keep from saying that she thought this right here was their end of the deal, but the moment she heard the words, she recognized their truth. Much as she disliked Zoey, and much as she wanted to believe that she could trust Hank, the arrangement she'd thought the king had made was clearly too good to be true.

A self-satisfied smile spread across the sunlit woman's lips. Gabriela tried not to think about how much she'd love to wipe it off for her.

"Every two years, you will send one purebred child to foster in the Eternal Garden, where they will learn proper respect for our people and our customs. Once they come of age, we will return them to you, to serve as an example of how lesser immortals might emulate the ways of the Illuminated. Thus shall we bring you back into the fold," she said.

Gabriela couldn't breathe. She might have to give up the child growing inside her. Have another woman raise it and then it return to her as a stranger.

Suddenly, the bowing and scraping didn't seem so bad.

"You can't," she said without even thinking about it.

"We can, and we will," Zoey replied, finally settling back down to the ground. She approached Gabriela slowly, studying her face intently. "Perhaps yours will be the first."

#

As she bounced up and down on her brother's cock, its thick shaft stretching her ass delightfully, Annie used the hands on the back of her aunt's head to keep her glued to Annie's snatch. Meanwhile, the black brother fucked his mother from behind.

Though Annie didn't much appreciate the pressure her father had put on her regarding Aunt Nina and her sons, there was a perverse pleasure to seeing the woman's face buried between her legs. That Nina didn't mind eating pussy, enjoyed it even, detracted from her pleasure a little, but not too much. It still felt good to make her service Annie orally.

She'd done her best to keep her distance from Troy, favoring Mike instead. Part of her felt guilty for that, as though she were stealing the good one from Patty. But that was nonsense. Their kind didn't do monogamy. Mike didn't owe it to Patty to keep away from other women any more than she did other men. And just because he made the family orgy a little more enjoyable for Annie didn't mean he loved their sister any less.

In the end, Annie enjoyed herself more than she'd expected to. Perhaps even more than she'd wanted to, though it felt strange to think of the intense orgasm Mike and Aunt Nina had given given her as anything other than a welcome gift.

Once they were finished, Nina dismissed the boys. Troy gave her a strange, lingering look. It wasn't affectionate, yet neither was it menacing. At least, if she found it so, that was on her. In truth, it was expressionless. For his part, Mike gave her a soft hug, pecked her on the cheek, and thanked her for a lovely afternoon.

Though the boy had ceased to be a dragon, Annie found him ever more attractive. Not so much so that she was jealous of her sister, mind. But enough that she was almost glad, on balance, that Aunt Nina and her two sons had joined the court. Troy still struck her as an asshole, but he'd been more or less behaving himself of late. Being around him was still awkward, but Annie was finding that she was more disgusted by him than afraid of him. His perpetually composed brother, who took after their father more than he seemed to believe, given his change in appearance, more than made up for Troy's creepiness.

If she could send just one of them away, she'd opt for Aunt Nina.

Without hesitation.

"I can see why you seem set to replace me," her aunt said when the two of them were alone. Her brown eyes were on her swollen pussy, which her green nails were teasing lightly. "To be perfectly honest, when I first met you, I was convinced that you'd never offer any real competition. Figured my brother had just found a new plaything to keep him occupied until I could rejoin the court. But you continue to impress me."

Annie said nothing.

She had no idea what she'd done to impress the woman, nor did she much care. All she wanted was for her aunt to leave. To be spared the need to parse her aunt's every word in hopes of guessing the woman's true intent. To be allowed to bask of her orgasm without being mocked or teased or insulted or damned with faint praise.

"Everything was right up near the surface with you," her aunt continued. "When I first met you. But you're getting good at not only hiding keeping your emotions out of your facial expressions, but masking your Libido besides. I wonder if you even realize you're doing it."

Her breath caught.

"As I thought," Nina said with a bemused smile.

Annie didn't reply. She didn't even know it was possible to mask her Libido. And something told her that her father would never have any trouble reading her.

A hand covered her stomach. "Your child will be a force to be reckoned with."

She wanted to tell her aunt to withdraw her hand, but instead she forced herself to smile.

"Do you ever dream of him? Picture his face?"

Of course she did. Constantly. The woman undoubtedly knew that. Was she looking for details? Did she believe Annie's dreams might be prophetic?

"Sometimes," Annie replied, covering her aunt's hand with one of her own.

Nina gave her a slow smile. At last, she cleaned up the sweat and cum, restoring her hair to its natural wonder from its current damp and messy state. Her makeup refreshed itself and the stench of sex lifted from the air.

"You will bear him a son," Nina said. "I'm not alone in sensing that."

She shook her head. No harm in conceding that much.

What she didn't tell her aunt, wouldn't tell her, was that the unborn son growing within her, who'd yet to stretch her belly, would one day slay his aunt. Not in anger, and not violently, but in cold-blood, while the two made love. His mouth covering her vulva, as though he were performing cunnilingus, he'd consume her. Swallow her whole.

If her dreams were to be believed, anyway.

Until this very conversation, Annie hadn't even been sure that her dream had meant anything. But now that her aunt was trying to get her to talk about her dreams, she felt sure that they did. If she could mask her Libido without realizing it, how hard was it to believe that her dreams foretold the future?

"You're not," Annie said at last.

Her aunt's hand slid slowly down her abdomen, towards her crotch. Annie laid still and let it happen. Though she didn't care for her aunt, there were few people who knew how to pleasure a woman the way Nina did. Her father was one of them, and so was Nick, but even so, she couldn't bring herself to object. Not when she knew what pleasures awaited her.

Fingers became tongues, and soon Annie felt the most exquisite sensations. Her clitoris, labia, and G-spot came under assault all at once.

"Tell me," Nina said. "What does the future hold for him?"

"I...don't know," Annie said.

Suddenly, she felt everything more intensely. Much more intensely. Rarely had Annie ever felt such incredible wonders.

"Please," she said, laying a hand over her aunt's wrist. Her hips writhed, trying to squirm away from the onslaught. It felt soooo good. She couldn't handle it.

Her aunt sat up, keeping her hand inside Annie. "You've had dreams," she said, dark brown eyes drilling into her niece. "The kind that stay with you."

"No," Annie said.

"No?"

"Nothing...like that," she said.

Fuck. She wanted to resist. To get away. But it felt so good that part of her insisted that the very last thing she should do was escape her aunt. A deep tension grew within her, building slowly towards climax. The kind of climax that few women were ever fortunate enough to experience. The kind that changed lives.

"Really?"

Annie threw her head back on the pillow and focused on her breathing. In and out, slow and steady. She was close. Very close. If she wasn't careful, she might get swept away by the ecstasy. Might lose all sense of self. But she wasn't about to let that happen.

"It's okay," Aunt Nina said. "You can tell me."

Nothing but desperate moans escaped Annie's lips.

She should...fight back. But she couldn't. The pleasure was so intense, she could barely think. Waves of pure euphoria rolled over her, again and again and again.

"Nothing...to tell."

"No?"

"No."

It was unbearable. If she didn't climax soon, she might cry. Never before had she felt anything like it. Her aunt knew exactly where to lick her. How fast. How hard.

"They're just dreams, dear," Nina said.

"Don't...ungh, fuck...remember."

How long that continued, Annie couldn't have said. She hovered on the brink of orgasm so long that it was a miracle that her mind didn't snap. But throughout it all, she defied her aunt. Refused to tell her what she wanted to hear. And, eventually, her aunt gave her the release she craved. Annie came hard, ejaculating all over the place.

But Nina never got what she was after.

#

"Sounds like you had a rather different experience than either of us did," Nick told Patty as he came back over the couch. He climbed over the back and sat down beside Veronica, wrapping an arm around her. "Can't say the Temple made much of an impression on me one way or the other. How 'bout you, Vee?"

She shrugged. "Not really, no."

Nick frowned. He'd expected her to mention the staring contest between their grandmother and Zoey, or the veiled threats she'd thought the High Priestess had made towards Veronica's unborn child. But if she didn't feel like sharing any of that with their sister, he wasn't going to push. Perhaps she thought that Patty still had some feelings for Kurt, that she'd take issue with any badmouthing of the boy's mother.

To Nick, it seemed clear as could be that Patty was afraid of Kurt. Ashamed of having wanted him inside her again. And she no more thought of Zoey as family than she did Flori Hardt. True, you'd never guess that just by listening to her recount the details of her visit. But this was Patty. She didn't speak ill of anyone. It didn't matter that she had nothing unkind to say about either her cousin or his mother. The truth was in her Libido.

Their sister sat on the obsidian coffee table, hands tucked under her thighs. "I guess." Patty stared at her cute little feet. "They were never really family to you guys, though."

"Nor are they yours, anymore," Nick said.

Veronica gave him a glance before turning back to the adorable blonde sitting across from them. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

"Yeah," Patty said without looking up. It was like she'd barely heard Veronica.

The spacious quarters Nick and Veronica shared would have made a penthouse apartment look cramped. Veronica thought the spartan decor gave it an empty, lonely feel. It didn't help that everything was black or silver. But it was that coffee table that bothered her most of all. Even after he'd agreed to let her introduce some color in the form of a few red throw pillows, a vase of roses on the nightstand, and a painting of the setting sun hung above the fireplace, she still hadn't quite forgiven him for it.