Homelands Pt. 08 Ch. 06

"I'm not trying to get you to owe me anything," she said, without the least bit of foreign idiom or accent. "Just trying to ease my guilt."

He pondered that for a moment.

"Does that actually mean I won't owe you-" he began.

"Just fucking take it, will you?" she said, sounding hurt.

"Well, you only said-"

"No boon, Kay. No tricks. I'm done with that," Liadan said. "My mother can find herself a new Puck if she still has need of one at this point."

"Meaning?"

"She's given up," Liadan said. "Not the throne, of course, but she might as well have. You don't understand how much it hurt her to lose Oberon."

"Has she tried to get him to come back?" he asked, almost instinctively.

As if he actually cared. He hoped she was miserable, petty as that was. The flowers forming Oona's grave and the blood staining Aeife's dress still came to mind all too quickly.

His aunt snickered. "She's too proud for that. But I think she's hoping he'll see the changes she's made and decide to come back on his own."

"Not working so well, is it?" Cahill asked.

All he had to go on was what his grandmother told him, and she was hardly a disinterested party. But everything he'd heard from Aeife made it sound like Oberon was as deeply in love with her as she was with him. A woman of her age and experience wasn't likely to be fooled too easily. She might blush like a schoolgirl whenever she talked about him, but Cahill felt sure that she was seeing things as clearly as anyone who was in love ever did.

"So that's really it? Titania's reformed?"

"Beings as old as me ma don't change easily," she said. "But I think she gets that it was her hatred of you Walkers that cost her her son."

It was hard to believe. But then, he'd never expected the queen to strip her sons and daughters of their titles, or to let every clan walk the Dreaming as freely as her own kin. And if she was trying to lull them into a false sense of security, allowing them as many purebred children as they wished was a strange way of doing it. His mother and sisters were growing stronger and stronger, empowered by the link with their children. And the children hadn't even come of age yet. In time, Caronwyn's strength would rival her mother's. Why would Titania allow that to happen unless she truly had given up?

Was this how knights of legend felt after slaying their dragons? Did they live in constant fear of the hatchling they'd overlooked, refusing to believe that they'd truly brought peace and happiness to their lands?

After a long time, he nodded and held the acorn up in salute. "Thank you."

She smiled. Then leaned across the counter and kissed him softly. "I should be going," she said after their lips parted.

Cahill nodded. He wanted her to stay, but also didn't. A kiss, his mother would forgive.

"Take care of yourself," she said before vanishing into thin air.

#

Someone was kissing him. Someone very, very good at it. Someone who smelled like strawberries and had lips as soft as down feather pillows.

Cahill's eyes blinked open.

"Hey you," his mother said before giving him one last kiss.

He smiled. "Shouldn't you be at the shop?"

"I got Fi to cover me."

Which meant Seamus would have Kegan and Aileen all to himself, making Fiona jealous. The two of them were too damned perfect like that. Instead of negotiating over who would get stuck with the kids like most couples, they argued over who got to spend more time with them. He and Caronwyn had worked things out pretty well, but Cahill still envied his brother sometimes. For that, and for being the best dad in the world. Cahill sometimes felt like he should surrender the coffee mug Ty had given him for Christmas that one year.

"Morning, handsome," his grandmother called from the foot of the bed. She sat there cross-legged, staring at them with innocent eyes, looking for all the world like a little girl rather than a beautiful woman. "Sleep well?"

A threesome? His birthday wasn't for a few weeks.

Had he done something to earn such a wonderful reward without even realizing it? Ty had finished the year with better grades than they'd feared. Was that it?

"Mom's gonna watch the kids," Caronwyn said. "You and I are bound for Faerie."

"All five of 'em," her mother said.

Oh. So much for that.

If there was a hint of passive-aggressiveness in his grandmother's voice, that was only fair. Neither he nor Caronwyn ever looked after all five of them on their own. Ty, Niall, and Wynne spent most of the day in school, and his mother usually took Regan to the shop with her. But school had just let out, so Aeife would really have her hands full.

"And why is that?" he asked.

"Because I've been feeling really horny lately," she replied with a naughty grin.

"Well," Cahill said.

Her Libido threw off heat like a bed of glowing coals and her brown eyes glowed.

She didn't have to say it aloud for him to know what that meant. His mother didn't just want him to chase her through the woods. She wanted him and Gallech to fight over her. Reilly too, as long as they were at it. The two of them had become something of a package deal ever since Queen Titania broke them.

He couldn't blame her. It had been more than a year since she'd seen her firstborn, by the reckoning of this world. Gallech and Reilly rarely left their grandmother's side, and Aeife rarely left Faerie. As much time as they had to give up just to spend an hour there, neither of them had been back in a while. He'd figured they wouldn't until their kids were older.

And he'd have been lying if he said the idea appealed to him any less than it did to her, if for different reasons. He loved seeing his mother let it all out, which she couldn't do here. He even enjoyed seeing her with other men, though it burned him up inside to watch. Plus it would be good to change shape into something other than a cute wittle doggie for a change. To run with other beasts and fight over a mate. Neither Gallech nor Reilly would offer much competition, of course. The queen had taken the fire out of them, and Aeife hadn't been able to do for them what she'd done for Cahill. But even so.

"How's that sound?" she asked, reaching down to take hold of his cock.

"That look like `no' to you?"

Her smile broadened.

She hadn't called her mother to the Dreaming for that reason, but he sort his threesome after all. A little one, anyway, before his mother got impatient.

"Thanks for that," Cahill told his grandmother as he kissed her goodbye.

"Thank you," she said, tapping his cock and making it vibrate like a tuning fork.

"Don't let the kids argue with you about bedti-" he began, but a very excited Caronwyn pulled him across to Faerie before he could finish.

#

"So. Are you all up for that?" Caronwyn asked the three of them, a twinkle in her eye.

Gallech and Reilly simply nodded. Neither had spoken more than a few words since they'd arrived. The way they carried out an entire conversation with one another through silent glances almost made Cahill think they'd become lovers.

Not that it was any of his business if they had, for that matter. That was between them and maybe Aeife, who he doubted would be heartbroken if they were to announce that they were no longer interested in women. There weren't many gay men among the fey, but there were a few. And many more who were as flexible about their sexuality as fey women tended to be. Some of the clans strongly encouraged pansexuality.

"Are you still here?" Cahill asked as his mother.

She smiled, turned into a red doe, and bounced off into the woods.

Without a word, Gallech and Reilly changed. His brother became a gigantic wolf with shaggy black fur. His shoulders brushed the lowest boughs of the great Faerie trees. For his part, Reilly became a massive boar with tusks as long as swords and coppery fur. The beast stood a foot shorter than his brother's wolf, but probably weighed twice as much. Either one would have inspired great legends if glimpsed by mortals.

He had to admit that he was impressed. He'd not thought either powerful enough to achieve such a dramatic transformation.

That left him with but one option. Drawing on all the strength his grandmother had helped him unlock, Cahill turned into an oillipheist. Where a man once stood, there was now a great blue wyrm with scales hard as diamonds and claws sharper than razors. His horns alone were as long as a man was tall. From snout to tail, he was more than a mile long. At least, that was what he saw in his mind's eye, and he saw nothing to contradict it. The wolf and boar standing to either side of him suddenly looked like kittens.

And they ran from him in much the same way.

Cahill let out a roar that made the trees tremble as he took off after them. He didn't so much fly as swim through the air, undulating like the waves of the sea.

The two of them moved through trees as effortlessly as ghosts would. They hadn't gone spectral, though. The ground shook and they left deep tracks behind them. That was a neat trick. He wondered whether it was Aeife or Titania who'd taught them to do that.

He toyed with them for a while, swooping down and passing overhead before climbing back into the sky. His tail and underbelly skimmed their backs and shoulders a few times, but he didn't so much as swipe his claws at them.

Until they closed in in Caronwyn.

Every time one of them got close to her, they paid for it in blood. Reilly's hide was thick and tough, almost like the armor he'd worn when serving the queen. But Cahill's claws wouldn't have had much trouble with steel either. And poor Gallech was lucky to survive the first swipe, even though he'd intentionally avoided all his internal organs. It took his brother several minutes to repair the bloody ruin Cahill had made of his left haunch.

The bastards were nothing if not persistent though. They chased his mother all through Faerie. Through swamps and up hills, into deep valleys and along the shores of lakes. And they'd nearly caught her a few times. Cahill could have ended it at any time, of course. Either by claiming his prize of dealing them blows from which they'd not soon recover. He didn't though. His mother was enjoying herself too much. And sooner or later, the strain of healing countless injuries would catch up to them.

Sooner became later. Then later became much later. Still they gave chase. Though his mother yet awaited the best part, Cahill began to worry about how long they'd been gone.

On his next approach, Gallech succeeded in crippling their mother. Cahill timed his blow to send the wolf flying almost the very instant that Caronwyn went down. If he was lucky, both his brother and his mother would believe that was an accident.

When his mother shifted back into her true form, she was free of injuries. The same did not hold for his brother. Not at first. But after a minute or so, the blood stopped flowing.

Cahill touched down on the ground and reverted to his true shape. Reilly crested the hill a moment later, saw the hunt was at an end, and changed back from boar to man.

"Well," Caronwyn said. "That was fun."

"Almost stopped you," Cahill told his brother, who grinned back at him.

"So. He's first," their mother said, untying her brown robe.

Cahill made what he hoped came across as a disgruntled sound.

For a while, he and Reilly watched in silence as Gallech furiously pumped his fat cock into Caronwyn's hungry pussy. The sounds their mother made sounded like fingernails on a chalk board to Cahill, though not because she was suffering. Because she wasn't. Her orgasm made the forest itself sigh in relief, the way Fiona's always had.

"Oh, fuck, baby," she moaned afterwards, her nails leaving one last set of red trails on his brother's back. "That was amazing."

Gallech's only response was to kiss her.

"Okay. Now you get to join in," she told Reilly, brown eyes glowing. "You, though," she said to Cahill, "have to wait until they're done."

Naturally. He'd been the least successful at hunting her, seeing as he'd made no attempt to actually catch her. That was fine with him. He'd wanted her all to himself anyway.

The two studs showed remarkable stamina. Cahill realized he'd barely worn them down at all. Granted, he hadn't tried his hardest, but that still surprised him. Had Seamus taken that kind of beating, he'd have been bedridden for hours. And Seamus wasn't weak.

His mother was too crazed with lust to notice, no doubt. They used her mouth, her cunt, and her ass, feeding her all the cum she craved without ever needing a moment to recover. For her part, Caronwyn shuddered her way through modest orgasms, screamed as violent ones overtook her, and ejaculated wildly. Climax by climax, she inched towards satiety.

Just as Cahill had begun to wonder whether the two of them would outlast his mother or not, Gallech tapped out. Reilly kept going for another minute or so, depositing one last load in his aunt's box before pulling out.

"Finish up at home?" he asked his mother.

She gave a faint nod in response. That was good enough for him.

With no more farewell than they'd likely have offered him back, Cahill took his leave of Gallech and Reilly. Holding his mother in his arms like a man carrying his bride across the threshold, he stepped directly from Faerie into the Dreaming.

It was almost dawn. Not as bad as he'd feared. He'd thought they might have left the kids with Aeife for two full days. Not only would that be unfair to her, but the kids as well.

It was going to take some effort to both please his mother and make sure that didn't end up happening after all. He took his mother to a hotel room and wrapped it in glamour. He couldn't roll back time, but he cordon off a little space where its passing would be slower.

"You let your brother catch me, didn't you?" his mother asked after he laid her down on the bed, a knowing smile on her lips.

"Why would I do that?" he asked.

"Because you realized how long we'd been gone but you didn't want to spoil my fun."

"Hmm. Sounds like a good reason."

"Good enough," she said. With a flick of her finger, his clothes vanished. "Since you just bought us some extra time, I think I'll forgive you."

"Noticed that too, huh?"

"I might've gotten a little caught up in the moment," she confessed, rolling onto her side. "But your mother's a smart cookie."

The brown robes she'd worn when they passed into this world became a red silk chemise. Sheer black thigh highs appeared, as did a pair of red heels to go with them.

"I love when you dress up," he said.

"I know," his mother replied.

He climbed into bed beside her. "So am I alone in thinking the queen never really sent Gallech or Reilly back to us? That they might as well be different people altogether?"

"I wouldn't go that far," she said, draping a luscious thigh over his legs.

"But they do seem off?"

"Different," she said.

Cahill frowned as he stroked her thigh. He had to fight, and fight hard, to numb his awareness of her sex appeal to a level that made coherent thoughts possible. She was as perfect as a woman could be and her desire for him was palpable.

"Please don't say better."

"Maybe in some ways," his mother replied.

He tried not to be disappointed with that response. It turned out to be rather easy, since his mother soon climbed atop him and guided his hands around to her glorious ass. With her beautiful eyes staring into his, her Libido humming, and her soft body welcoming his touch, there wasn't much room for disappointment.

Though his once huge cock had become enormous due to all the power he'd gained over the past few years, his mother's lips parted easily, welcoming him back home. She closed her eyes, buried her teeth in her lower lip, and began her slow descent. A soft sigh escaped her lips, which soon becoming a whimper. As inch after inch disappeared inside her, she gave voice to her ecstasy. She paused several times to let a miniature climax play out. By the time he reached her cervix, causing her to stop though a few inches remained, she was sweating profusely and breathing heavy.

"Kay," she panted.

"I love you," he said. It was not, perhaps, the most apt time to say it. But those were the best times. "More and more each day."

His mother smiled. Her hips climbed and fell, generating sweet friction. Inside, she lightly massaged his member. "I love you too, sweetie."

It almost sounded perfunctory. An automatic response. Yet it still gave him chills. He'd never tire of hearing her say that.

The hands on her ass then took hold of her hips and he rolled her onto her back. Her legs got propped up on his shoulders, her butt raised up in the air, and he re-entered her at an angle that ensured his every stroke would stimulate her G-spot.

"Mmmm, mmmmph," his mother whimpered. "Oh, that's sooo good. Don't stop."

And he didn't. Not for a long time.

His first few strokes were lazy. Glaciers moved faster. His pace gradually accelerated, but he took his sweet time working up to maximum speed. By the time he got around to fucking his mother as hard as he could, which was no harder than she needed, she'd already gotten off several times.

After guiding her through a few more orgasms, he reached a climax of his own. Cahill filled his mother's womb to overflowing, pulled out, and shot the rest of his considerable load on her stomach. The lingerie she still wore got ruined, but he didn't think she minded.

"You're so strong," she said. "Mommy's powerless before you."

He bent down and kissed her.

The chemise evaporated and his mother rolled over onto her stomach. Her hips rose up just a bit, causing her cute butt to jut out delightfully. She wanted lazy doggy, and she'd get it soon enough. But first he had to taste her.

Cahill gripped his mother's soft cheeks in his hands and made love to both her beautiful holes. Her sweet strawberry juices made it hard to stop after she'd cum. He'd gladly eat her pussy for days at a time without ever coming up for air. But she wanted something harder inside her just then, and he could only deny her for so long.

He teased her mercilessly, first, though. Ran his cock along her slit, tapped it against her clitoris repeatedly, and slid the tip in only to take it right back out again.

"Please, baby," she begged, "Mommy can only take so much."

One might almost think she hadn't already been thoroughly fucked by not one but three virile young studs. That she hadn't cum several dozen times.

"Sorry," he said as he pulled out once again. "It's just so slippery."

"That's because I'm so wet for you," Caronwyn replied.

In then out, in then out, he tortured her, giving her no more than the head each time. Her Libido became a thunderstorm. Each time he popped out of her warm hole, a bolt of lightning crackled. The air in the hotel room grew charged and his small hairs stood up.

That was when Cahill decided he'd pushed things far enough. The next time his helmet slid inside her, his foreskin followed. Then as much of his shaft as she could take.

Her body shook as a modest orgasm overcame her.

Cahill leaned down, swept her hair away from her neck, and planted a few soft kisses there. "More?" he asked, as if he didn't know the answer.

"MMmmmmm," she moaned. Which was apparently a response.

He kissed her again. "Or maybe we should sleep?"

"NO!" she said. "Not yet."

He smiled to himself and started pumping again.

Her pussy didn't dance for him the way it usually did. She was too far gone into the land of euphoria. But she didn't need to work her muscles. The feel of her warm embrace was nothing short of magical anyway. And watching the storm inside her Libido die, leaving a still pond, gave him a thrill. A moment ago, he had hurting with need like no woman had ever hurt. Now that he was inside her, she was at peace. Perfectly happy.