Homelands Pt. 08 Ch. 05

"Mmmm, that's the stuff," his sister moaned as he started gently teasing her outer labia. He felt his bandana tighten as Fiona pulled on it. "You. Are. Amazing."

So much for Aeife and Reilly.

He threw a quick jab at her stiff clitoris before resuming his torturously slow seduction of her pussy lips. A sharp gasp came in response, followed by a sigh.

Then for the longest time, Cahill avoided Fi's clitoris entirely. Even after his fingers slipped inside her tight hole and searched out her G-spot, his tongue refused to dance with her little lady. He could sense her frustration with him too, though she did her best to hide it. It wasn't in the movement of her hips or the sounds she made, but the size of the waves crashing against the walls of her Libido, and the frequency with which they broke. A tempest was building within her.

Still he waited.

When he finally did start attacking her base, she went crazy. For Fiona, anyway. Her version of crazy didn't involve much cursing or thrashing, but he knew what effect he was having on her. And it wasn't but five seconds later that she started cumming. Her juices flowed freely, thickening with her orgasm, and he was all too happy to lap them up. Meanwhile, energy poured into his Libido, giving him a rush.

"Mom's a lucky woman," she said after she recovered her breath.

That was a strange comment. Yet it wasn't.

Did any of them ever quite figure out how relationships worked here in Faerie? Had their grandmother loved her father or one of her brothers? Or perhaps her son, the uncle Richard he so seldom heard about? How had she handled that?

"And Seamus is a lucky man," he replied.

She smiled at that. And then slipped down from the stool, gestured for him to take her place, and got to her knees before him.

Their grandmother was still going at it. Furiously. There might not be much of Reilly left when she was finished with him, by the looks of it. But after making a quick note of that, Cahill shut the two of them out of his mind.

Much as he'd made her suffer, his sister took extra special care of him. Fi built things up even more slowly than usual, using light flicks of her tongue and soft kisses. She made him wait forever before she so much as wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. Which she did ever so slowly when the time finally came. For the longest time, her soft hands gripped the base of his cock but didn't really move. It was a long time before she worked her way up to furiously pumping his shaft. Meanwhile, his most sensitive parts received more and more attention. After a fashion, his sister introduced a few supernatural embellishments. His body grew incredibly sensitive, then his senses abruptly dulled. Spectral hands roamed all over him, sending warm waves radiating out through his body.

Cahill felt his sister's hand inside his Libido, like a lid on a boiling pot of water. His ecstasy grew more and more intense, making his eyes water and muscles spasm, but still his orgasm eluded him. Because she denied him it.

"Fi," he moaned. "This is...oh, fuck...you're too much."

Apparently, the idea that he might actually have wanted her to ease up didn't so much as cross her mind, because she did not relent for so much as a moment.

His lungs were pumping like bellows and his heart beating faster than a mortal man's could. Though he hadn't so much as lifted a finger, he was drenched in sweat.

Only when Aeife came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder did Fi show mercy. And when she did, Cahill erupted like a volcano. His legs jerked and his torso flopped about. Unholy sounds escaped his lips, and a torrent of cum shot out of his dick.

His sister probably would have been glad to swallow all of it. She always was. But after a few mouthfuls, she pulled him out and let Aeife take over.

His grandmother's tongue did terrible things to his glans. Terrible, wonderful, unbearable things. He wasn't sure if his orgasm kept going or if she pushed him into a new one, but he fed his grandmother even more cum than he had Fiona. Unlike her granddaughter, though, the onetime queen had no trouble swallowing every bit of his jizz.

"We'll play later," Aefie told his sister after she rose to her feet. Running her fingers through Fi's hair, she added, "Just us girls." Fiona nodded and Cahill sensed his sister's Libido hum. "But it's about time we delivered the cargo, hmm?"

Cahill almost understood what she meant. The world was spinning though, and his brain didn't seem concerned about anything but the euphoria he was experiencing.

"See if you can't get us back on course, will you sweetie?" his grandmother added.

"You got it, Grams," Fiona said before kissing the older woman on the lips.

Cahill watched in fascination as his sister retreated. Damn, she had one hell of an ass. A guy could hypnotize himself, watching her walk away.

"Miss me?" his grandmother asked.

All that remained of her outfit was the hat, gloves, and boots. His hands sought out her huge breasts. They felt cool and soft and heavy and wonderful. Her areola were a bit oversized, as were the breasts themselves. Darker than he liked too. But there was no denying the absolute majesty of her mammaries. A few sizes smaller would have been good, but too big was definitely better than too small.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'll go easy on you this time."

And she did. Sort of.

She used more glamours than she had earlier. Than any woman he'd ever been with ever had. But she was relatively gentle.

His grandmother made love to his entire body. She brought him to climax by licking his nipples, nibbling his ears, and massaging his muscles. Two, then three, then four of her surrounded him, caressing and kissing him while making love to herself for his pleasure.

Or perhaps hers. Whatever.

At one point, he noticed that he felt weightless even though the high from his most recent orgasm had largely faded. When he glanced down, he found that they were suspended in midair, the pirate ship and the forests of Faerie far below them.

"Okay, your turn," his grandmother said at that point, lying on her back. Atop nothing. She spread her legs for him and held her pretty lips apart with two slim fingers. "Show me what your sister was raving about earlier."

Had she heard that? It had seemed like she was lost in the throes of ecstasy.

"Please?" Aeife added.

Who was he to refuse?

Cahill crawled between his grandmother's legs, unsure of how he gained enough purchase to move. He settled on his stomach before her, admiring her vulva. She had a neatly trimmed triangle of black hair sitting above her slit. Her labia were modest, if not as shy as Teagan's. She smelled sweet and clean and delicious.

"She says hi," his grandmother said.

Cahill smiled. Then he gave her a kiss on the lips. Then another. Then he started licking, using only the very tip of his tongue to lightly probe the outermost edge of her labia.

"Oh, it's going to be like that, is it?" Aeife asked.

A spectral mouth appeared above one of her breasts. It kissed all around her areola, delaying its journey to her nipple. As he worked, he conjured up other mouths, one at a time. By the time her clitoris received its first tongue-flick, he was sucking on both breasts, kissing both hips, and swirling his tongue lightly around both ankles.

"Mmmm, that's more like it," she sighed.

Still more mouths appeared. He nibbled at her ears and sucked on her toes and fingers. He kissed her inner thighs and the backs of her knees. He pressed mouths over her wrists and sucked gently. A tongue worked her sensitized navel as though it were a rather different orifice. Yet another teased her browneye.

"I knew you had potential," his grandmother panted.

She soon began breathing as heavily as a mortal in the midst of a strenuous workout. Her head rolled from side to side, but she made no attempt to escape. He knew she could have, of course, and quite easily at that. But she apparently didn't want to. However much her body protested, but she couldn't bring herself to part with the intense pleasure.

Her distinctive taste was more pronounced than that of other fey women. She tasted like kiwis. Going down on her was almost like eating candy, but he rather liked it.

"Kay...oh, fuck...don't stop," she said.

He really hadn't planned to.

"Oh, fuck," she repeated. The word sounded inordinately harsh coming from that cute, high-pitched voice. It was like listening to a toddler swear. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK. That's-"

He never found out what it was, because at that very moment, his grandmother went supernova. Her floodgates opened and more energy than Cahill could have imagined poured into him. Not that he came close to emptying her.

Cahill felt like his flesh might melt, sloughing away like wax, and his bones turn to ash. His sad little physical vessel wasn't up to the task of containing that much power. He held the sun inside him. If he could but contain it, a solar system would come to revolve around him. But first he had to survive the next few fractions a second, and that seemed unlikely.

But then he did. Again and again. A whole minute went past, and still he drew breath.

"Bit off more than we can chew, huh?" his grandmother asked, rolling him onto his back and climbing atop him. "Here," she said, bending down to kiss him.

Some of her energy passed back into her and the pressure within him receded. She left him with a hefty prize, to be sure, but not one he couldn't handle.

"How do you even contain it all?" he asked.

"You'll get there," she said before kissing him again. "Just give it time." Another kiss.

How could lips be so soft? So addictive?

"You just need to spend more time in Faerie. And a little training wouldn't hurt."

"My mother was training me."

"She has other things to worry about. Best you let me take over."

He didn't like the sound of that. Not only did it sound like betraying his mother, but he could imagine how intense any lessons with her would be. But she was right about his mother having other things to worry about. Such as the child she'd soon give birth to.

"But let's now worry about that now. You know what Grandma would really like?"

"What's that?" he asked.

"Two Cahills. You can do that, can't you?"

He nodded and split himself in two. With all the energy she'd given him, he probably could have worn three bodies if he'd wanted to.

The two of him slowly penetrated her vagina and her ass. He took a long time burying both dicks all the way inside her. Perhaps longer than necessary. But he didn't want to go too fast, for her, or for him. She rewarded every little advance with unimaginable pleasure, and that simply had to be savored.

His many hands roamed all over her soft body while the twin pistons built up a steady pace. Her hips were too narrow, her legs too slim. She barely had an ass to speak of. But as beautiful as her smile was, and as huge as her breasts were, she was still incredibly attractive.

Gradually, Cahill worked his two bodies up to a real vigorous pace. And when his grandmother decided even that wasn't enough, she put her hips to work, slamming into one or the other of his poles with her every movement. Her nails dug into his chest and her teeth into her lower lip. It almost looked like she was in over her head, but Cahill knew better than to believe such a thing was even possible. So he summoned a few spectral mouths to suck on her clitoris and bite on her nipples while his twin cocks assaulted her pussy and ass.

That pushed her over the edge.

And she pulled him along with her. Cahill felt as though his soul was being sucked right out of him, so intense was the pull at his Libido.

Then everything went black.

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When he came to, he was lying in the dirt, and it was his mother standing above him rather than his grandmother. She was wearing a fedora. Why was she wearing a fedora?

Oh, right. The costumes.

Man, did she look good in hers. Her full length gray on black pinstripe coat, worn open, was trimmed with red lapels and cuffs. Beneath it, she wore red panties and a pinstripe halter top that left her swollen abdomen exposed. Her red leather heels had black straps and gray buckles. There were no stockings on her legs, to his surprise. But as good as she looked in thigh highs, he couldn't object to seeing that much exposed flesh. Her coat made her legs seem even longer and slimmer.

There were men out there who didn't find pregnant women attractive. He'd been one of them, in his youth. Or so he thought. That seemed so long ago now. Little more than a dream. Looking at his mother, he found it hard to believe that anyone could fail to be aroused by that lovely bulge. By the sight of a mother-to-be in all her glory.

His eyes traveled a little further up, to his mother's face. The most beautiful face in all of existence. The shade of her lips was brighter than usual. Perhaps closer to candy apple red than deep red, matching her outfit perfectly. Her hair looked a bit closer to brown when contrasted with a red that bright, but those curls were pure perfection no matter their hue.

It shouldn't be possible for a woman to be as gorgeous as his mother. How were men to survive in a world where such beauty was possible without going blind or mad or both?

"You okay, baby?" she asked.

"How could I not be?" he said.

Looking up into those dark eyes, so beautifully accentuated by her glamour-makeup, he was suddenly better than okay. The soft hand she had pressed to his chest helped too. It filled him with a pleasant warmth. The sort that told him no harm could come to him while he was with her. That all his needs would be seen to.

"Cheese-EEE," Brittany said from somewhere just behind their mother. "Let's just pretend no one else heard that, okay?"

Someone probably should have explained to her that keeping her mouth shut would have gone some ways towards building the illusion that no one else had heard Cahill's words. But then he noticed Reilly hovering beside her, in full pirate costume once more, and he realized that she was playing to an audience.

He probably should have been glad that there was only one other guy around, instead of three. But he was starting to get a bit tired of Reilly, new and improved though he might be. Particularly the way his sisters reacted to said improvements.

They did know his skin was still every bit as fair as theirs, right? That his head was bald and his beard red? And not a beautiful dark red-brown like Caronwyn's, but bright and coppery. And since when were they turned on by tattoos? They made him look so mortal.

Whatever. Brittany could get as worked up as she wanted over the guy. It was no skin off his nose. He had his mother by his side now. That was all that mattered.

Even if his sister did look good in her outfit.

She wore a pink suit with silver pinstripes, a silver necktie, a silver fedora with a pink feather sticking out, and silver suede pumps. Though her suit jacket was closed, the buttons sat so low that her chest still hung out in the open. All she wore under the jacket, besides the necktie, was a pink push-up bra that did a nice job of making her breasts seem bigger than they were. Tight as her pants were, though, it was her killer legs that drew the eye.

Well, that and the oversized Tommy gun she held, stock propped against her hip and muzzle pointed in the air. The thing must have weighed twenty-five pounds or more. Had his sister possessed no more strength than a mere mortal, she'd have no more use for that thing than Cahill would a fifty pound gun.

"Where's everyone else?" Cahill asked as he sat up.

"On the ship," his mother replied.

"Us girls get bored of playing with the same toys over and over again," Brittany said, reaching back to plant a palm over Reilly's crotch.

"I bet," Cahill said, climbing to his feet.

He noticed that his own costume, which his grandmother had glamoured away so abruptly earlier, had reappeared. He might not have minded, had he been tasked with playing a police officer or a 30's era mobster. Fucking pirates.

His mother silently pressed up against him, resting her head against his chest. He planted a kiss on her forehead before wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"So. We don't have to wait anymore?" Brit asked.

"Have a time," their mother replied.

She herself was in no rush to get down to it. But that was just fine with Cahill. Simply having her close to him was enough to put a smile on his face.

Poor Brittany, though. She had only just tossed her gun aside and started working on Reilly's belt when they were all so rudely interrupted.

From behind nearly every tree, an image of Titania appeared, each wearing the same outfit but sporting different colors in her hair and on her lips and nails. At least, Cahill hoped they were only images. Mere illusions, created through glamour. He did not like the idea of the queen being able to wear several dozen bodies at once.

Without a thought, the four of them slipped into their fey forms. Fairy fire wreathed his cousin, who wore nothing but a pair of jeans. Hooded brown robes concealed his mother's body. Brittany stood naked, save for her feathered cloak. Cahill rid himself of everything but his pants, which turned into leather breeches. As he grew a few inches in height, his body hair thickened, and a massive rack of antlers sprouted from his head.

He expected the queen to make a comment about their game of dress-up. But she didn't. She didn't even seem to see them. Each of her many visages stared straight ahead, at precisely nothing. Hopefully, that was a sign that she wasn't truly there, but projecting her image out to every corner of her lands from somewhere far away.

"Hear me, children of Faerie," she said in a musical voice.

It sounded as though several Titanias spoke at once. Except only one of them actually spoke. The others hummed or sang, giving her words a rich and beautiful backdrop.

Cahill hated to admit it, but the queen was a creature of pure beauty. Everything about her was lovely. It took an act of pure will to resist the temptation to fall to his knees before her, even though she'd not have noticed if he did.

There were powerful glamours at work. And unless he was mistaken, she'd cast them over all of Faerie. He couldn't even think about what that said about how powerful she was.

"Our first song has come to an end. It is time to sing a different tune."

And as she said this, a song rang out. At least, inside Cahill's head it did. Not for the first time, he found it hard to tell whether anyone else heard what he did.

"What did I have," said the Faerie Queen "What did I have," this proud young woman did say "I had three noble courts, each one a jewel But they brought me no riches, only acrimony My strong sons, my darlin' lasses, fight o'er me jewels They fight and they lie, and tha's me grief," said she.

Cahill looked down at his mother, who was as still as a statue. Her eyes did not blink, her hair did not stir, and he saw no sign of breathing. He checked her Libido and found a frozen pond. It wasn't cold, exactly, but it was utterly still and lifeless.

It was the same with the others. And the forest around them as well. Nary a leaf on a tree stirred. It was as though time had stopped for everyone but him.

"A long time now," said the Faerie Queen "A long time now," this proud young woman did say "There's been plottin' and schemin' o'er the courts Me children warrin' with one 'nother, an' with me The wailing cries, they shake the very trees My three noble courts bring only misery," said she.

He knew the song, he realized. In the Dreaming, it was known as Four Green Fields, and was seen as a parable about the status of Northern Ireland. But it wasn't Cathleen ni Houlihan singing about Ulster inside his head.