Homelands Pt. 08 Ch. 04

"Hey there, handsome," she told him as she bent forward, giving him and the guys sitting nearby a nice shot of her cleavage. "Ready for your dance?"

Oberon nodded.

His mother smiled, took him by the hand, and led him back to one of the private VIP rooms. Once the door closed behind her, he soundproofed the room and threw a glamour over the security camera. Despite those precautions, he took his seat in the chair and held his hands at his sides, as a real customer would have to.

"That was some shit you pulled," she said as she straddled his hips.

"I asked you to let her go," he replied.

With his mother, it was always best to argue from a position of strength. To show contrition would be to show weakness. To admit that he was wrong.

"And I told you I didn't want to." Her hands roamed over his shoulders. Even with a layer of cotton separating his flesh from her touch, that sent waves of ecstasy through him.

As one of her princes, he wasn't afforded the same rights her other subjects were. His mother could refuse him any time she wanted. Rare were the times that she did want to, but there was an exception to every rule.

"What is she to you?" his mother asked as she started gyrating her hips. It was all too easy to imagine her riding his cock while she did that. Yet he also couldn't have been more aware of the lack of a skin contact. "What makes her worth losing me?"

"I'm not going to lose you," he said with a confidence he didn't feel.

"Oh?" she asked, laughing. "Don't you think that's for me to decide?"

"Of course it is," Oberon replied. "But I know you."

He hoped.

Her lips pressed together. She kept working her hips to the rhythm of the music, and the hands on his shoulders felt good even though her grip had tightened considerably, but the facade was starting to crack. Amusement was quickly giving way to anger. The kind of anger that could end with everyone in the club committing rape, necrophilia, and cannibalism.

"This isn't like the time you made me watch you have sex with Macha," she said at last. "That was irritating in a cute sort of way. This is...not."

"They're no threat to you," he said. "Not anymore. No one's ever going-"

"SHUT UP," she said, eyes shut and teeth gritted. As though she were fighting back a migraine.

Oberon fell silent.

When had she become so unhinged? Did Aeife really terrify her so?

His mother reached back and unzipped her dress. Then she pulled the front down, exposing her glorious assets. And glorious they were. Still, at that moment, he felt anything but aroused.

"I don't need you to tell me how secure my hold on power is," his mother continued, a little more calmly. One hand remained clamped on his shoulder while the other hefted a big tit and bounced it at him. "I don't need you to protect me." She leaned forward and buried his face between her twin mounds, rubbing them up and down. "I don't need you at all."

"So this is it then?" he asked after she gave him room to breathe.

Coincidentally, the song she'd been dancing to ended.

"Care to buy another?" she asked.

Oberon snorted.

His mother climbed out of his lap, turned around, and hiked her dress up, letting her cute little ass hang out. She positioned his hard cock, still tucked safely inside his pants, between her tight cheeks. Then, gripping his knees for support, she lowered herself. She didn't quite sit down atop his piece, which would have hurt. Just wedged it between her buttocks and started sliding back and forth. The thong she wore did nothing to stop her pussy juices from darkening his pants.

"Who are you going to give the Ruby Court to?" he asked in a mocking tone, though it was getting harder and harder to believe that the storm would blow over. "Uillym?"

His mother didn't reply.

"Didn't you yourself say it was getting boring?"

"I said it wasn't as fun as it used to be," his mother said. "Not that it wasn't fun."

The sweet friction was getting to be too much. He was very likely going to cum again. It took more self-restraint than Oberon knew he possessed to resist grabbing his mother, throwing her on the floor, and having his way with her, in spite of everything.

"I'll make it up to you," he said.

There wasn't a hint of pleading in his voice. That was good. He'd had his doubts.

"Careful, Oberon," his mother said. "You don't want to offer me a boon. I might ask you to hurt someone you don't want to hurt."

"Anything else," he said.

His mother stopped the lap dance. Before he knew what was happening, she'd slid onto her feet, spun around, and planted her boot in the center of his chest. Literally. The stiletto heel broke the skin, cracked bone, and drew blood.

He managed not to scream, but a sharp hiss escaped his teeth. Oberon grabbed his mother's ankle and pushed gently. A soft pop announced the heel's exit from the cavity it had opened up. A few spurts of blood gushed out before he could close the wound.

For her part, his mother simply planted her foot back on the ground, crossed her arms under her breasts, and glowered at him. That her son's lifeblood covered her swollen breasts and slender waist didn't faze her in the least.

Oberon couldn't believe what was happening. That his mother could be a jealous woman did not come as a surprise. That anything could tear them apart did.

"Soon enough, there won't be a Ruby Court," she said. "So don't you worry about that."

His eyes went wider.

"You can all wrap yourselves in as many other titles as you want," she said. "But there won't be any more princes or princesses."

With that, his mother kissed him into orgasm then disappeared.