Homelands Pt. 06 Ch. 06

That wasn't fair. No doubt, the way he'd run after her to apologize for the way his brother had insulted her surely had made an impression on Patty.

But his lovemaking couldn't have hurt anything.

He had an amazing cock. Thick and long and smooth and hard. He knew how to use it too. Started off gentle, the way she liked, then worked his way up to fucking her the way she needed to be fucked. Giving it to her good and hard. Started pounding her pussy with reckless abandon. She could feel intense hunger, a wild and primal need, coming from the brother she'd practically just met. The sort of hunger that ordinarily only came from living with someone for years, secretly lusting after them day in and day out, before finally, at long last, being able to scratch that itch.

Sex like that only came once in a lifetime. Or so she'd thought, until now.

Veronica screamed her way through an intense orgasm shortly after Patty's lover unleashed his inner animal. And it was but the first of many that he would bring her.

After that, Mike laid down on the picnic table and Patty rode him cowgirl while Veronica sat on his face. The two sisters played with each other's breasts and exchanged dozens of kisses. Then Veronica rode Mike reverse cowgirl while Patty knelt in front of them and alternately licked Mike's balls and her sister's clit. From one position after another, the three of them shared in carnal delights. They grew ever more comfortable with each other as they went. Veronica wouldn't have been so quick to open up to Mike were it not for her sister's presence, but it was impossible to be in their orbit and not get pulled in.

Veronica soon found herself thinking that Patty had landed herself a most amazing man.

He wasn't the best lover she'd ever taken. Nor the worst. But what made the experience so amazing was his powerful devotion to Patty, his aching desire for her, and his willingness to share that with her sister. She might only have been catching the runoff, but that was enough to know that her sister was a very lucky woman.

Though not quite as tender and seductive as Nick, Mike was equally selfless. He delayed his pleasure as long as he could and marshaled forth all his considerable power so that his lovers might have the chance to enjoy themselves to the fullest.

After a while, Veronica started to feel guilty. It was selfish to let Mike focus all his attention on satisfying her and Patty. He needed to enjoy himself too.

"Fuck, yes," Mike moaned shortly thereafter, as Veronica and Patty passed his dick back and forth between them. He ran his fingers lightly through Veronica's hair with one hand an Patty's with the other. "That's what I'm talkin' about."

Veronica maintained eye contact with her brother as she joined her sister in fellating him, making it a double assault. Patty's mouth enveloped the tip of his cock while Veronica worked her way down his shaft with her tongue and lips. When Patty let him out of her mouth with a soft pop, Veronica quickly took over. Much as she'd have loved to deepthroat his glorious cock, she didn't go much past his foreskin. That way, Patty could put one of her small little hands to work on his shift while taking his balls in her mouth and humming.

After Mike shot buckets of cum onto their faces, into their hair, and down their throats, the two sisters licked each other clean. Then snowballed their brother's cum back and forth for his amusement before swallowing it.

They then took turns letting Mike fuck them in the ass. Hard. While he fucked one of them with that big dick of his, the other would use her fist on her sister's pussy. That had driven their brother wild. Veronica had to admit, she'd enjoyed it herself a lot more than she'd expected to. It made her feel utterly depraved, letting her sister shove the better part of her forearm inside her pregnant womb like that, when she already had her back door stretched wide open by a fat cock. But damn if it didn't feel good.

The only thing that could have made it more perfect was if Nick would join them.

He refused to answer her mental summons though.

As the afternoon wore on, most of them switched partners. After Patty and Mike shared the most amazing threesome with Veronica, Grandpa Randy took care of her needs. And did so quite ably at that. He didn't give it to her good and hard, the way Mike had. The way Nick sometimes would, when he caught the hint in her Libido that the time for sweet seduction had passed. But the tender approach certainly had its virtues, and her grandfather knew them well. He wasn't none too hard on the eyes neither.

A girl could certainly ask for worse than to spend her afternoon with the likes of Patty, Mike, and Grandpa Randy. They were all incredible lovers, each in their own way.

But Nick was the one she really wanted. Him most of all.

And he never made his way over to her.

He went from their mother to Grandma Flori back to their mother again. And just as she'd begun to make her peace with that, to tell herself that their mother was having such a hard time adjusting to the reality of Grandma Flori's decision that she just might have needed Nick's attention badly enough to deserve it, her asshole brother went and joined Mike and Patty. Sure, he was wearing two bodies, and one was still making love to their mother, but that only served to underscore the point that she shouldn't have had to go without his touch. Yes, Patty had approached him, whereas Veronica kept waiting for him to come to her, but that shouldn't matter. She shouldn't have to tell him that she wanted him.

By the time her grandmother approached Veronica, making her the queen's last lover for the day, Veronica was so upset with her brother that she wasn't even sure she could enjoy it. Of course, she was wrong about that. No one could possibly fail to enjoy themselves when they were with her grandmother. The woman knew things about pleasure that most of their kind would never know. Her every touch brought with it unspeakable ecstasy.

But only because Grandma Flori was Grandma Flori did Veronica enjoy herself.

#

"Baby, I'm really sorry. I am! I just got...sidetracked," he said.

"Sidetracked," Veronica said, crossing her arms under her breasts.

"I'm not a mind-reader," Nick said.

"No. No, no, no," his sister said, rounding on him. "You do not get to say that. Not you, of all people. If there's one thing that will never, ever explain why you've hurt my feelings, it's that you didn't know what I wanted from you."

He rested his hands against the battlements of Castle Hardt, one to either side of her. "Vee, it was an orgy. Everyone was going crazy, just grabbing whoever was nearest them. I wasn't deliberately avoiding you."

"You just didn't think to seek me out," she snapped.

"I love you, Veronica. With all my heart."

"The parts that aren't dedicated to Mom, or Grandma, or Patty, or Annie."

He drew a deep breath.

"And when our daughter comes of age, you'll undoubtedly fall in love with her too."

What was he supposed to say to that? Promise that he wouldn't be attracted to a young woman he'd yet to even meet? Apologize for feelings he hadn't yet felt?

"I suppose that when we have a son, you'll show no interest in him?"

Veronica's nostrils flared. "Who says I'm gonna want to have any more of your children?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I giving you a headache?" his sister asked.

She slipped past him. When he grabbed her wrist, she yanked her arm away. The anger in her Libido made him recoil. For a moment, he thought for sure that she'd rip the stones from the castle walls and bury him beneath them.

"Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it," he said.

"I know you will, Nick," she said, tears streaming down her cheeks. The anger was gone suddenly, replaced by despair. "Me, or any of the other women in your life."

So he was, what, to stop trying to please her? That's what he had to do to please her?

"There are other people I care about," he said carefully, his words slow and measured. "Some of them happen to be women, yes." His sister scoffed at that, but she allowed him to continue. "That doesn't mean I'm in love with them. That they mean anywhere near as much to me as you do. You have to believe that."

"So you get side-tracked by women who don't even mean much to you?"

"That's...really not what I said."

"Forget it, Nick. Just forget it," she said, storming over towards the stairs.

"Forget what?" he asked, panicking.

She'd gotten upset at him before. Many times, in fact. But this sounded like it could be a first. Like maybe she was thinking that they really didn't belong together. That it was time for them to go their separate ways, nevermind the baby that was due in a few weeks.

"Forget I said anything," she called back over her shoulder, without bothering to look at him. "I'm probably just being hormonal, right?"

He hadn't said that either. Just pointed out that she sometimes reacted to things a bit more strongly of late than she might have ordinarily. That wasn't the same as saying that her reactions were without any basis other than biology.

Why did she have to twist his words so?

Nick disappeared and reappeared on the stairs in front of Veronica. "Do you want me to stop sleeping with them? I will. In a heartbeat."

Veronica rolled her eyes. "It's not about the sex, Nick."

"So the thing I did earlier this afternoon, with Mom, at the orgy, that wasn't sex?"

"That's it," his sister said. "Mock me. I can just feel my anger evaporating."

Nick ran a hand through his hair. "And, what? If you get mad enough at me, I'll stop having the feelings for Mom and Grandma that you don't want me to have?"

"Are you proud of what you just did there? Feeling clever, are we?"

Anger welled up within him, such as he'd never felt. He'd been frustrated with his sister before. Exasperated even. But never this.

"Vee," he said, taking her hand in his. "Won't you just please forgive me?"

As he spoke, he reached inside her Libido. Delicately. The thinnest of streamers, floating quickly and lightly through her. Dispersing negative energy. Sapping her anger.

With a sweet smile that wasn't her own, Veronica said, "How could I stay mad at you, baby?" With that, she kissed his lips.

Guilt seeped through Nick like blood in water. A sharp stab, followed by a slow spread of probing tendrils that became an ever-expanding crimson cloud.

He had just made his sister a puppet. Or might as well have. Robbed her of her own emotions. Forced her to feel what he wanted her to feel, because he was scared of the things he himself was feeling. Because it was easier than talking through their problems.

For a moment, he considered undoing it. But he wasn't sure he knew how. It had mostly only been due to chance that his effort to defuse her temper had succeeded in the first place. And if he could make her angry again, how would that absolve him of the sin of manipulating his sister's emotions? She'd still only be feeling what he'd made her feel.

Of course, he knew full well that this was probably one of those few instances where two wrongs did indeed make a right. He was fooling himself by pretending that the nobler thing to do was to keep her on this new, artificial course.

Still, he chose not to do anything.

Because, after all, he was nothing like his father.

"Let's go make up, hmm?" Veronica said, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

"I like the sound of that," he said, grinning at her.

And he did.

Damn if it didn't make him a selfish, spineless, manipulative, non-confrontational shit, but he did. Nothing hurt him more than fighting with his sister. Seeing her in pain as a result of his actions. Or inaction, or whatever it was exactly that had set her off this time. This was wrong. Seven different kinds of wrong. But something about it felt very, very right.

#

There. Just beyond the hilltop. A flash of blonde hair, visible for a fraction of a second.

The lion raced across the field.

Eric felt a thrill course through him as he closed in on his prey. His cousin was rapidly honing her talents. Abundant as her raw power was, Olivia had been a formidable adversary from the outset. Now that they'd been training together for a few days, though, he genuinely couldn't be sure that he'd come out on top. Soon enough, she'd be pushing him to new limits, rather than it being the other way around.

As he crested the hilltop, he pounced.

And landed in a prison cell. Wearing his human form.

The pain of his hard fall drained away easily enough, once he put his mind to it. But the confusion did not. Was this the new technique Liv had said she'd been working on? A trap like the one that Nina had freed them from the day her father had died?

"That was rude of me," a woman's voice said. "Sorry about that. I just can't seem to find a time when you're alone. And it's really important that we talk."

He'd never heard that voice before. If he had, he'd have remembered it. It oozed sex. Sparked desire as surely as a match does fire.

Eric turned to see who it belonged to, and his eyes went wide.

The woman standing by the bars of his cell didn't have the look Eric tended to go for. She was short, where his mother was tall. Her skin was ghostly white and he preferred his women bronzed. Her hair was dark as pitch, but he'd never really been attracted to anything but blondes. The black dress she wore, trimmed with raven's feathers around the collar and diamonds down the sleeves, along the bustline, and encircling her waist, only served to emphasize the stark contrast of her pale skin against her black hair. The black nail polish had much the same effect. The only bits of color he found on her were her blue eyes, which made his mother's look dull and colorless, and her blood-red lips.

Yet he couldn't deny that she was beautiful.

Beyond beautiful, in truth. To call her gorgeous would be to insult her grievously.

Her face was a perfect inverted teardrop. She had the cutest nose. Her red, red lips were deliciously full. The pitch black hair framing her face was cut perfectly, accentuating her exquisite features. The way it hung over one side of her face, curling around her cheek to trace her jawline, took his breath away. And though she'd have been fine without all that eye makeup, seeing as no one was likely to fail to notice her burning blue eyes anyway, he couldn't deny that the additional color contrast made the sapphire orbs pop even more. Though she'd have been aged and experienced long before Flori was born, assuming she was who he assumed her to be, she looked like a teenager. Her skin couldn't have been more flawless, her cheeks smooth from the lingering baby fat beneath.

If her stunningly beautiful face wasn't enough to confirm her identity, she had the most incredible body too. Her waist was so thin, it made Olivia's look thick. It might well have been half the circumference of his cousin's. Certainly his mother's. Yet all the right parts of her were anything but thin. Her breasts had to be the same size as Gabby's, albeit firmer. If her hips were any narrower, than his mother's, it wasn't by much. He could only imagine what kind of legs and ass she was hiding under that dress, as it hung disappointingly hung loose from her gorgeous hips down.

Perhaps her patently unrealistic proportions should have turned Eric off. Her waist was not even a quarter as wide as her hips, though even among their kind it was rare to find a woman whose waist was half the size of her hips. Most cartoons had more believable figures.

But he simply couldn't deny the powerful allure of the woman's hyper-feminine form. Even his mother's figure seemed almost featureless compared to hers, and she had a body that shamed most every other woman in the world. The extreme contours of the body Eric found before him positively defied reason.

No man would be immune to that.

Of course, the sudden intense rush of desire that he felt wasn't entirely natural. In that back of his mind, Eric was aware of that. Simply being in the presence of her vast energy aroused his own. It called to him, simply by being there.

He wasn't as talented as Nick was at reading Libidos, but he didn't need to be in order to know that this woman made Flori look weak. Hank, Nina, and Zoey too, for that matter. He'd never met anyone who could hold a candle to her.

Even if she hadn't been trying to get his attention, then, he'd have been captivated. And though he doubted very much that she was putting everything she had into the effort, he could sense that she was stoking the flames of his desire. She was inside him, caressing his Libido with delicate fingers.

"Lady Winter," he said, climbing to his knees and bowing his head.

What did she want with him? The queen had already told her, in no uncertain terms, that Summer wasn't interested in forging any new alliances. That had been one of the very first things that Flori had done after ascending the throne.

"Oh, please," she said, gesturing for him to get to his feet. "Call me Daphne."

Eric stood slowly. Panic tried to fight its way through the dense fog of lust. Whatever she wanted from him, it couldn't be good. If he ran, she'd just snatch him up again. Or strike him down. He was under no delusions that he could stand against so powerful an entity. Might as well wage war against all the ancients of the Eternal Garden.

"Daphne," Eric said slowly. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

She grinned at him.

And when she did, Eric melted.

It was only for an instant. Some vague facsimile of independent thought returned straight away. But it had taken nothing more than a twitch of her full, red lips for him to lose all sense of self, all ability to question his decisions and resist his urges. Calling what she'd shown him a grin stretched the meaning of the term. Her face had hardly moved at all. Yet, even so, if only for a brief moment, he was completely hers. At once both a slave and a fanatical believer, a zealot and a mindless automaton.

The things he would do to see her smile, truly smile, pearly whites and all, were too terrible to contemplate. As it was, that faint grin would haunt him the rest of his days.

"Tell me, Eric, where do you see yourself in a year's time?"

He closed his eyes. It would be easier that way. He could still feel her. Her Libido tugged at his as surely as the sun's gravity held the Earth in orbit. But at least he could escape some measure of her influence.

An image very much like the one he'd shown his mother came to mind. He was walking through the park, holding Gabby's hand. Her soft skin against his made his heart race. Filled him with warmth and joy. Before them, Debbie chased after the adorable puppy they'd adopted for her birthday. Her little brother, Wesley, waddled along behind her, desperately trying to keep up. Hopeless as the endeavor was, their boy never stopped smiling.

Eric drew strength from that image. Steeled his resolve. Built a tower around his mind and reinforced its walls with all the energy he had within him.

"What if I told you that you would be gone? You and all the ones you love. Dead and buried, if there was anything left to put in the ground."

His eyes snapped open.

Those blue eyes turned his blood to ice water.

Her face was expressionless. There was no malice in her words. No hatred or bloodlust or wrath or anything. He could almost believe he'd misheard her.

"You can keep that from happening, though," Daphne said calmly. "Save the lives of your family, and countless others besides."

Eric inched away from her without even realizing it. If Daphne so much as laid a finger on him, his defenses might crumble. Fuck, but he'd never found it so hard to be in the presence of a woman without tearing her clothes off. Without falling to his knees, kissing her feet, and proclaiming his undying devotion.