Blessed Ch. 01-02
In a magical land, a young man returns to his family.

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This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All characters are 18 or older. It's all pretend, folks. This one even more than usual. I debated whether to put it in the sci-fi/fantasy category, but ultimately decided that my usual themes were the dominant ones. The magical world in which this tale takes place is more than window-dressing, but it is not the driving force of the story.

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1.

Day follows night on the island of Kaido, westernmost province of the Empire. It is a lush and fertile land, filled with orchards and pastures, dotted here and there with farming villages and fishing towns. As dawn breaks, a galleon from the Scarlet City, capital of the Empire, docks at the sole port on the island. Among those that decamp from the boat is a young soldier and his bodyguard, who quickly hire a carriage and head west along the island's main road.

It is a bumpy, uneven path, and the carriage bounces and shakes as it rolls over hills, across brooks, and past green growing fields, orchards bursting with life. Summer has just begun, and flowers bloom everywhere.

The road leads to the highest point on the island, upon which rests the mighty fortress of the Daramour family, rulers of this province since time immemorial. This rambling castle is the ancestral home of the soldier, and he is returning to it after an absence of ten years.

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Kit Daramour alights from the carriage as soon as it stops in the castle courtyard. He sucks in a deep, deep breath, and closes his eyes as memories crash into his mind, carried on a wind heavy with the scents of citrus and jasmine.

Kit stands just under six feet in height, broad shouldered, well-muscled. Crystal blue eyes beneath a head of coal black hair that is running slightly long and beginning to curl at the ends. Hawk-like nose, full lips, strong chin, pale skin. Handsome, full of youthful strength and vitality. He is smartly dressed in a newly tailored captain's uniform, earned upon his graduation from the Academy. He is the first Daramour in three hundred years to achieve this honor, as he is the first full-born Blessed the family has seen in that time.

For the moment, he is not the newly commissioned Imperial Officer that traveled from Scarlet City to Kaido, but rather the eight year old boy who left this castle ten long years ago. He turns with a grin towards the taciturn, scarred visage of his bodyguard, Thrace.

"It's good to be home," Kit says with a laugh.

Thrace nods, face expressionless. He unloads Kit's luggage without a word as a veritable army of servants emerges from the front doors of the castle to gather up Kit's belongings.

"I'll be staying in town, should you need me, sir," Thrace says.

Kit, surprised, frowns. "I suppose I'm safer here than anywhere in the Empire, Thrace, but the castle's comforts are greater than those available in the city."

"Be that as it may, milord, it was your mother's explicit instructions."

Kit arches an eyebrow. "I see. Well, we certainly can't disobey Mother, can we? Be well, then, but keep the whoring and drinking to a dull roar, as I may have reason to call on you before we ship out."

"Indeed, milord," Thrace says, the trace of a small smile parting his pale beard. He climbs back onto the carriage, which slowly wheels about and begins the journey back.

Kit's attention is diverted to the servants gathering his bags. A half dozen nubile women in the Daramour livery, green and gold. They represent a cross-section of the Imperial population, a range of coloration and shapes, but all clearly chosen for their exceptional beauty.

Kit doesn't recall these kind of servants being around when he was a boy, but he wholeheartedly approves of the change. Thrace has kept him on a short leash these last ten years, and even with all the decadent delights available in Scarlet City, Kit's experiences with nubile girls remains minimal. He senses that will change over the course of this summer.

Up the steps, through the huge double doors, into the great hall. Inside, there is natural light and green growing things everywhere. Kit well knows that his mother would rather plant something than throw a tapestry on the wall. Still, there are priceless works of art decorating every hall as well, each one precisely placed and tastefully arranged.

While the servants scurry to Kit's chambers, a beautiful older woman comes to meet Kit, striding purposely across the marble floor. Another surprise.

"Grace," Kit says, equal amounts of astonishment and delight playing across his handsome face. His oldest sister smiles as well, pleased with his reaction.

"Mother made me her major domo, at least for the summer," she explains, taking Kit's hands in her own. She is a tall woman, slightly taller than Kit in her heels, and clad in a tightly bodiced red dress that accentuates her matronly curves. Long dark hair, braided and tied with red ribbons, falls past her shoulders, framing a pretty face with warm dark eyes and full, scarlet lips. In her early forties, Grace favors their half-human father, but still possesses a portion of her mother's beauty. She looks much, much younger than her true age. It is one of the gifts of the Blessed lineage.

"Are Rik and the children here?" Kit asks, hopefully. He has heard of, but never met, his niece and nephew, but he remembers Grace's husband from when he was a boy. Rik, in fact, is only about a dozen years older than Kit himself.

Surprisingly, Grace blushes slightly. "No, they stayed at the Keep for the summer." She seems about to say something else, but clearly thinks better of it. Smiling, instead she reaches up to ruffle Kit's hair. "Look at you, all grown up, and a captain as well! Congratulations."

It is Kit's turn to color. "Thank you. I can hardly believe it myself. Twelve weeks, and then I ship out to the eastern border."

Grace visibly pales. "Mother didn't mention where you were to be stationed. I didn't realize."

Kit shrugs with the bravado of youth, secure in the knowledge of his own immortality. Given that he is Blessed, this contains more fact than fancy. "I have trained with the best these past ten years, dear sister, and I have honed my powers as well. I do not fear Outremer."

Grace's hands find his again. "You should, Kit," she says softly, looking into his eyes. Before he can protest, she pulls away, tugging slightly on him. "But come, Mother will want to see you, and we mustn't keep her waiting."

The pair glide through the halls of the Daramour castle, doing what they can to catch up with one another in a short time. There have been letters, of course, but Kit wants to hear all the news directly from Grace. He missed her voice, and the scent of her perfume, and her throaty laugh. Impulsively, Kit reaches out to take Grace's hand. She looks surprised for a moment, but she quickly tightens her hold and smiles broadly at him.

"I used to walk you around here like this when you were little," she says with a chuckle. "When you were just learning to walk, at least. Once you got the hang of running, you didn't need me anymore."

Kit laughs. "I remember that, I think. It's good to see you, Grace. I've missed the family so much. Only Gale came to see me, and he was mostly busy at court during his visit." He sighs. "I can't wait to see everyone."

"Ah, yes, about that," Grace says. "It's just going to be Mother and me for the summer. Gabby, Eva, and Belle are here now, and Fiona will be arriving shortly. But the boys are all patrolling the outer islands, or performing other duties as Mother requires. I am not sure you'll see them before you have to ship out."

Kit frowns. Disconcerting if unsurprising news. He did not expect to see the whole family together before reporting to duty, but the fact that Grace met him at the door gave him a kind of irrational hope. Still, it is strange that only his sisters are present. Fiona and Belle, like Grace, have their own families and responsibilities, no less than his brothers. Eva, Kit knows, is involved in negotiations between the family and a minor noble house for her hand. Kit expected to see only Gabby, the closest in age to him at a mere four year gap, at the house upon his return.

"You okay, kiddo?" Grace says. She stops them in the hall, looking intently into his eyes.

Kit stiffens his spine, remembering his lessons and his station. The cocky grin of a young officer, practiced many times in the mirror, decorates his face. "Of course. It will be wonderful to see all my beautiful sisters again."

Grace's intent look doesn't falter, forcing Kit's smile to do so. "I guess I was just... uh... hoping to talk to Gale and Drake about, y'know, battle. And stuff." He turns slightly red, suddenly an eighteen year old boy on the cusp of something that may be too much for him.

Grace nods. She tucks her arm through Kit's, pulling him closer. He is strangely conscious of the softness of her full breast as it pushes against his bicep. "I will see if I can get one or both of them to visit before the summer is over."

"You don't have to-" he starts to say, but she shushes him.

"I'm not promising anything. Mother has her own plans for the summer. But I can sometimes change her mind.

"In any case, Fiona is no stranger to combat. I expect it won't be the same as talking to one of your brothers, but don't be afraid to talk to her."

Kit's brows knot. He wonders what Grace means about Mother's plans. Before he can ask, she is tugging him along. Shortly, they are entering the great hall.

Beneath the vaulted ceiling hang crystalline chandeliers that glow with arcane light. The perimeter of the room is filled with trees and shrubberies, all artfully arranged and trimmed. The center of the room bustles with activity as servants set tables and decorations, preparing for what appears will be a massive feast.

"For me?" Kit says, not without wonder, and Grace nods, smiling hugely.

A tall woman stands in the midst of the bustle, orchestrating the endeavor. Clad from throat to ankle in a flowing, shimmering green dress, Serana Daramour commands with a raised eyebrow, a lift of the chin, and the subtle waving of her long, expressive fingers.

This is the first time Kit has seen his mother since the flowering of his Blessed power. He feels as though he is truly seeing her for the first time. Kit feels her arcane strength like a physical presence, sees it as though it is a towering pyre of incandescent, multicolored flame that rises from her, encircles her, extends out from her to wash over and through the very walls of the room.

And then it all evens out, and he is looking at his beautiful, ageless mother as she turns and strides toward him, a broad smile on her face, arms open and extended.

A statuesque woman, Serana is several inches taller than Kit or Grace, broad shouldered and buxom, with a narrow waist and wide womanly hips atop long legs, clad in light green hose glimpsed partially through artful slits in her long skirts. Her eyes are emerald green, glittering like jewels in her pale, aristocratic face. Her long black hair is coiled up in an elaborate style upon her head, leaving her graceful neck bare.

"My darling baby boy," she says, beaming, "home at last." Unceremoniously, Serana wraps Kit up in a tight embrace, crushing him against her full bosom and kissing him lightly. Kit's mother's lips are soft and full and moist against his own, a feather-light touch that is gone as quickly as it arrives.

"Mother," Kit says, surprised and aroused despite himself.

She steps backward and holds him out at arm's length, examining him closely. Her eyes glow with green fire momentarily. "Satisfactory," she murmurs. "Quite satisfactory."

Louder, she adds, "I have missed you so very much, Kit. I missed seeing you grow up and become a man. And in too short a time, you will leave again, and your manhood will be tested in the theater of war. I want to make up for that, in some way, while we have the time. Will you let me do that for you?" There is something raw and open in her expression, something foreign to Kit's experience. Not that his mother was ever distant when he was young, but she was often busy, and never not in control.

"Of course," he says softly, staring into her eyes. He is overwhelmed by his mother. Her presence, her power, her scent, her closeness, her body, her emotion.

Grace saves him from his own clumsiness. "I'm sure Kit is tired from his long journey home," she says, suddenly intruding. "I should show him to his rooms."

"Naturally," Serana says, smiling. "Rest, my darling boy. Take a long, hot bath and soak your tired muscles. Tonight will be for you. Wine, good food, and your family around you." She turns to Grace. "I'll need your assistance with the kitchen, my dear, so do not dawdle." With nod and a wink at Kit, Serana returns to her orchestration.

Grace tugs gently on Kit's arm, pulling him from the great hall. She laughs at his dazed expression.

"I had forgotten," he says lamely.

"Forgotten what?" Grace asks. There is a twinkle in her eyes, and a sway to her step that Kit didn't notice before.

"The... weight of her. No, that's not the right word. The force, the power, the light." Kit shakes his head. It is not that he hasn't seen another Blessed as strong or stronger than his mother. The Scarlet City is full of the empire's ruling class. But he has never been that close to another Blessed of his mother's stature. And besides, she is his mother. The only context he has for her is from before he came of age, before he blossomed into his own power.

"She can be a bit overwhelming," Grace says gently. Her smile has faded, but the twinkle remains. "Especially when she's excited."

"She's... excited?" Kit's mind whirls. "About me coming home?"

Grace nods. "You don't know this, but this summer is the culmination of literally centuries of planning." She pauses, clearly mulling over her words. "You're the first of our set to have the Blessed gift, and because you're Serana Daramour's child, that makes you third generation. There are a lot more Blessed in the Empire with much less potential than you currently possess."

Kit frowns slightly. These are things he already knows. Things he has been reminded of daily, sometimes hourly, during his long years at the Academy. Great things, he was informed more than once, are expected of him.

Grace's arm threads through Kit's again, her soft full breast impossible to ignore. "And," she says, "she really has missed you rather terribly. Our late father gave mother twelve children. But you, the last one, the youngest, her baby, the last reminder of her great love, she had to send away."

Kit stops in the hallway and looks sharply at his sister. His throat grows tighter at her words. His own feelings of abandonment, of loss, at being exiled from his home and family while still a boy, suddenly surface. He thought he had gotten over them, but apparently he had simply buried them deep inside. Just not so deeply that they could not surface at a moment's notice.

Kit half turns, as if to return to the great hall, but Grace tightens her hold on him and steers him forward. "I haven't seen her this excited in a long time," Grace says. "Did you see the orchards on the approach to the estate? I think we may get three harvests this year."

Kit finds his voice. "I am glad." He takes a deep breath, smiles at Grace. "Very glad. I thought... I don't know what I thought. But this is not the homecoming I expected." His eyes are suddenly moist, which makes him ashamed. He should be stronger than this. He is a warrior son of the Daramour clan, a full-blooded Blessed and a captain in the Imperial army.

Suddenly Grace envelops him in a tight embrace, pulling him close against her full breasts, her warm cheek pressed against his own. "We have all missed you, Kit. I probably didn't write as often as I should, but not a day went by that I did not think of you, and wish for your safe return. And Gale and Drake and Connor would be here if they could." She laughs suddenly. "Well, maybe not Drake, but you know how he is."

And Kit is laughing as well. He holds Grace close a moment longer, enjoying the feel of her against him, and then releases her. He finds that inner strength within himself, beaten into him at the Academy, settles his features, masters his emotions, the young officer once more. "Thanks, Grace."

She nods, kisses him on the cheek, and takes his hand again. "Come, let's get you to your rooms. A little rest will help."

"Okay, I... where are we?"

Grace's throaty laugh echoes in the hall once more. "The eastern wing. You didn't think you'd be going back to the children's quarters, did you? We have all new rooms prepared for our young captain. I think they will suit you."

"Of course," Kit says. "I should have realized." The change helps him, actually. The unfamiliar destination in this familiar place evens his keel.

Just as they are approaching the suite containing Kit's rooms, they hear his name shouted from the other end of the hall. Turning in surprise, Kit sees his sister Gabby hurtling towards him, her riding boots thudding on the carpeted floor. He has just enough time to notice Eva slowly approaching as well before Gabby crashes into him, throwing her arms around him and holding him tight.

"Squirt!" Gabby says happily. "Twelve Gods, I can't believe it! Look at you. I barely recognize the little pain in the neck who went away."

Kit laughs and hugs Gabby back just as tightly. He is acutely aware of the swell of her breasts against his chest, and of the smell of her - a sweet perfume mixed with scents of sweat and horse - as well as the tight cut of her riding attire, that shows plenty of tanned flesh. Long graceful arms, strongly muscled thighs, and deep, inviting cleavage. Gabby has the high cheekbones and full lips of the Daramours, but the softly rounded face and gray eyes of their father. Her dark, straight hair is trimmed in a cute pageboy style.

"Didn't you use to be skinny?" Kit asks, releasing Gabby from the embrace. She was a beanpole of a twelve year old the last time he laid eyes upon her. But now she is all softness and curves, without entirely losing her leggy coltishness. The most dramatic change is the large bust that belies her slim, athletic frame.

"It's a family trait," Gabby says cheekily, thrusting out her chest, "one that I'm sure you'll have no problem adjusting to."

Kit is momentarily taken aback by his sister's brazenness, but before he can tease Gabby further, Eva arrives, the skirts of her more modest riding outfit swishing about her legs. Shorter than Gabby or Kit, Eva is fuller figured than her younger sister, still retaining a bit of adolescent plumpness despite being four years older. Her tightly buttoned gray coat and full skirts still cannot hide her hourglass figure, although she clearly tries not to emphasize it.

Like her closest siblings, Eva has dark hair, long and straight and worn past her shoulders. Her crystal blue eyes are partially hidden behind a pair of wire-frame glasses that balance atop a slightly upturned, pugnacious nose. Paler than Gabby, Eva still sports the island tan.

"So glad to have you home," Eva says, giving Kit a more modest hug and a light peck on the cheek.

"We were out giving the chargers their paces when word reached us that you had arrived," Gabby says, grinning. "Safe trip, I trust? How was the Scarlet City? Did you meet Lord Melmoth? What's he like, really?"

"Gabrielle," Grace says, interrupting the younger woman's breathless interrogation, "Kit would like to recover somewhat from his long journey. I was just taking him to his rooms so he could relax before the party tonight."

"Relax? I can help him relax," Gabby says quickly, with a sudden and very wicked gleam in her eye that inexplicably gets Kit's blood racing.

"No, Mother has made it clear she wants Kit to rest," Grace says pointedly. "Now that you two are back from riding, you can help me in the kitchens and the wine cellar."

"We'll just nip back to our rooms and change into something more comfortable," Gabby says hopefully, but Grace shakes her head, clearly suspicious about something.

"You can come as you are. Let me just get Kit situated, and we can all go downstairs together."

"Seven Devils, you're no fun," Gabby says under her breath. Eva, for her part, looks strangely relieved. Kit is confused, but waits until he is at the door to his rooms with Grace beside him and the other women left standing in the middle of the hall.

"What just happened?" he asks quietly.

Grace smiles enigmatically. "In due time, dear brother." She unlocks the door and hands him the key. "Settle in, take a nap, take a bath, whatever. Just rest. Someone will come and find you when the festivities are about to start."

With that, Grace gathers up her sisters and departs, leaving Kit uncertain and off-balance.

2.

Kit steps into the suite, closing the door behind him. Alone, truly alone, no servants or bodyguards in sight, for the first time in years. He looses a long, loud sigh and surveys his surroundings. The room is large, tastefully appointed, but shows more of his mother's personality than his own. None of his childhood belongings were transferred out of his old room and into this one. It's nice, albeit a bit stuffy.

His bags are stacked in the middle of the room. He opens a few, rummaging through them, finds what he is looking for, and withdraws a jaggedly cut blue crystal which he sets in the fireplace. A muttered word of power and the crystal comes to life, glowing pale blue, radiating cold energy, lowering the temperature in the room.

Kit checks the doors extending out from the main room, finding a spacious bedroom, a cozy study, a huge bathing room, and a few closets for servants and supplies. It's actually smaller than his apartments in the Scarlet City, but Kit likes it anyway.

He slips off his coat and unbuckles his sword belt, leaving both in the bedroom. He spends a little while unpacking some things and rearranging the layout of the rooms to suit his own taste and preferences.

When he is satisfied, he strips off the rest of his clothes and pads naked into the bathing room. It's a large space, all cold marble and gold fixtures. There is a shallow rise in the center of the room that descends into a deep, expansive tub, large enough to hold a half dozen people. Kit gestures. The fixtures come on, and hot water begins to fill the tub.

While the water level rises, Kit approaches the mirror and contemplates a shave. It has been several hours since his spare ablutions before leaving the ship, not long enough to really change his appearance, but he scrapes his cheeks and throat anyway.

Finished, he stretches his tired muscles and climbs into the tub, almost groaning as his body sinks into the steaming water. With tasks done, soaking in the bath, his mind is finally free to wander over the events since his arrival.

His mother and sisters are acting strangely. This much he knows, even after his long absence. Gabby used to tease him, but she was practically flirting with him in the hallway. Grace kept finding ways to push her breasts into him. And his mother? Standing that close to her actually made him hard. Just thinking about that moment has him hardening again. He should be ashamed. But he is not. He is... intrigued.

Kit lays back, stretching his arms behind him along the edge of the tub, eyes closed.

He feels a thrum of power nearby and sits up, just as the door to the bathroom opens. Instantly alert, Kit curses himself for a fool for leaving his sword on the bed. He spins, the water swirling around his waist, ready for anything, except what he sees.

Serana Daramour stands in the doorway, smiling slightly, green eyes glinting. She wears a long, thin robe that glimmers in the glowlights from above, light gray and silver.

"Mother," Kit says in surprise, "what are you doing here?" The words escape his mouth before he realizes how impertinent they are.

She doesn't seem to mind. Serana glides into the room on bare feet. Her full breasts cause the fabric of her robe to sway and shimmer. "When you were very little," she says, "bathing you was one of the few things I had time to do with you."

Kit settles back into water, curious but relaxed. He has dim memories of his mother bathing him, but that stopped before he was old enough for schooling.

Serana flutters her fingers and her elaborate coif collapses, falling in a dark cloud around her pretty face. Her fingers next toy with the tie of her robe. "I thought we might get reacquainted after all this time with a little soap and water." The knot is pulled and with a shrug, Serana's robe falls to the floor.

Kit gasps, looking up at perfection.

Serana's body is flawless, a work of art. Feminine and curved, but well-muscled and powerful as well. Her breasts are large even for her frame, but fit her perfectly, and stand high and proud on her chest despite having nursed more than a dozen children. Her nipples are large and pink, turning red as they harden in the warm air of the bathing room. A narrow waist with a cute little belly button widens out into broad hips and muscular thighs that frame a pair of beautiful pink lips. A neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair adorns her pretty mound. Even her knees are gorgeous. Her calves well defined, her feet manicured and rather petite for a woman of her stature.

Kit vaguely remembers seeing his mother nude when he was a small boy, but he was too young for that to have impacted him in any way. Now, however, he feels blood engorging his dick, thickening his rod and causing it to rise up and out of the water to stand proudly between his legs.

"Oh, darling," Serana says as she approaches the edge of the tub. "Every inch of you is so, so beautiful." She dips a toe into the water and slides into the bath with barely a ripple. The water rises past Kit's waist, still leaving the top of his erection visible, while it laps at Serana's belly, obscuring but not hiding her pink treasure.

Her perfect, huge breasts sway hypnotically, drawing Kit's eyes and attention. He feels his dick throbbing between his legs.

Serana approaches her son with a smile on her full lips and a sway in her hips that causes the water to swish. She circles her son, who watches her in the manner of a deer eyeing a hungry wolf, half afraid and half anticipating. Serana reaches out and traces two fingers along Kit's shoulder and then along the back of his neck. Kit shivers with lust and uncertainty.

He feels a flicker of power and then a bar of soap is pressing against his other shoulder. The soap, his mother's hand upon it, glides down across his collarbone and over a pectoral. Serana moves in against him, and Kit feels her full naked breasts press against his back with exquisite softness. Her mound likewise presses against his taut buttocks.

Her breath washes against the back of his neck. His neck hairs stiffen. His cock throbs. "Mother, what is happening?"

"I'm washing you, sweet baby boy," she says with a whisper. The soap skims across his skin, while her free hand caresses his arm and chest and abdomen. He starts as he realizes she is going lower, and groans as her long fingered hand wraps around the top half of his engorged dick. "All of you."

She kisses an earlobe. Her tongue washes along his jawline. "Why?" he manages to gasp, as her hand slides up and down his length.

"We are directly descended from the Twelve Gods themselves," she says, voice still low. "Our morality is not the morality of mortals. Our ancestors are gods who lay with goddesses, brothers with sisters. The Thunderer fertilizes his mother the Earth whenever he brings the life-giving rains. So it is with us, the Blessed."

His cock throbs in her hand. Precum squeezes from the crown. He stands motionless, agonizing with pleasure and want and need.

"Do you want this, Kit? Do you want to be with me?"

In answer he pulls away. She gasps in surprise and sudden dismay. But he spins on his heels and grabs her, crushing her to his chest, water surging around them. Serana melts against her son's muscular body. "Oh, Kit," she has the breath to say before he presses his lips against hers and clumsily kisses her, his enthusiasm making up for his lack of technique.

Her lips are full and soft against his own, her breath sweet as he breathes her in. Her lips part, and her tongue darts out to taste him. It forces his own lips open and dives into his mouth, dueling and playing with his. Kit's blood boils with lust. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined this moment, and yet now that he is here, it couldn't feel more natural.

His arms wrap around her, pulling her close, while her own arms enfold him, her hands coming to rest on the back of his head and threading through his hair. Kit's strong hands glide along her back, down to her narrow waist. On instinct he reaches beneath the water to trace the contour of her buttocks, enjoying their curvature and solidity and flexibility.

Kit's cock throbs against his mother's belly.

The water swirls around them, one or both of them unconsciously manipulating it. Waves rise, carrying water over the lip of the tub. Some of it splashes on the lovers, making their flesh slick and slippery.

Kit has never felt anything as amazing and awe-inspiring and lovely as his mother's perfectly formed body. He loves the press of her full breasts against his chest, the way her stomach gives against his rampant rod, the way her buttocks squeeze between his fingers. The taste of her on his mouth, the fervor with which she kisses him.

They break for breath, both of them gasping, Serana's green eyes blazing. Her cheeks are flushed, pupils dilated.

"I don't believe I have ever been so enthusiastically kissed," Serana says with a throaty laugh. And then they are kissing again. Her hands roam all over his body, feeling him, measuring him, examining the hardness of his form and the strength of his muscles. She grabs his ass as well, loosing a lusty giggle as her hands grip him tightly and knead.

"Have you ever kissed a girl before?" she asks during another brief break, and his flushed cheeks confirm her suspicion. She smiles, clearly delighted, and bestows fluttering kisses on his eyes and nose and lips. "I hoped I would be your first, but I dared not believe I would be your first in all things."

Kit's mind, already off-kilter, cannot quite process this information. "Hoped?"

She shakes her head, a damp strand of dark hair plastered to her high cheekbone. "Time for questions later, my sweet. All will be explained. But now, I want you."

She takes his hands in hers and places them upon her large, heaving breasts. "I want your hands upon me," she says. Kit groans. If he thought her ass was amazing, he has no words for her breasts. Full and soft and high and proud; too large for one hand to cover, with hard nipples digging into his palm. Skin softer than silk.

Her hands drop to his waist and converge on his proud, erect appendage. Fingers glide across his length and cup his large, swollen testicles. "I want you inside me," Kit's mother says, low and husky.

Kit tightens his grip on her breasts involuntarily as his cock throbs in her grip. He lunges forward, finding her lips again. This time he is the one thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He kneads her breasts roughly, but she releases his cock and grabs his hands gently, directing him to ease his hold. He is over excited, clearly, eager to please but completely clueless as to how to act.

He's running on instinct. But her touch reminds him of who she is; not merely his mother, but the ruler of the province. Not merely the most important person in his life, but the most important person in this part of the Empire. And he is pawing her as if she were some common street whore. He forces himself to slow down. To breathe. To focus on her. He can't let her down. He must show himself to be a warrior, a man worthy of her attention and regard. He is not the callow youth who left this island a decade ago. He is a captain in the Imperial army. He is a Blessed.

Serana senses her son' apprehension. With a motherly smile, she puts her hands on his shoulders and pulls him close, crushing him against her large breasts. She makes soothing sounds and gently caresses the back of his head.

"Relax, darling," she says, almost cooing. "There is literally nothing you can do wrong. Your happiness is my happiness. Your pleasure increases my pleasure." She releases him and kisses him softly on the lips. "But still, I think we should slow down a little bit. Here, let me wash you as I promised." The soap reappears in her hand, as well as a cloth.

Kit steps back and watches as his mother proceeds to scrub him clean. Her hands glide across his shoulders, his arms, his pectorals. She makes little approving sounds as she caresses his muscles. She intersperses those caresses with little kisses on his lips or, when the soap is washed away, whatever part of his body has just been cleaned.

His mother's body glistens as she works, shining with water and suds. Full and rounded and powerful with female muscularity, she is a goddess herself. Serana's heavy breasts sway with each little movement, hard pink nipples pointing like arrows at him. The water swirls around her hips as she glides around her son.

All the while, his own fullness throbs with need between his legs. She doesn't ignore it, but neither does she pay much attention to it, only occasionally nudging or bumping it, causing his engorged cock to bounce up and down and squeeze out a huge dollop of precum each time.

She makes him lie on his back and float with arms outstretched so she can wash his legs, lingering on his strong thighs and well defined calves. His dick bobs hungrily as he floats, stretching up past his navel. At last, with his legs and feet washed, with him still floating, she comes up between his thighs and gently washes his swollen balls.

"So full," she says appreciatively. The warm, soapy cloth glides across his sensitive cock, which throbs in response. "So hard," she says. "Have you ever been this hard in your life, darling?" she asks.

"No, Mother," Kit says with a gasp. He's not sure why he hasn't shamed himself by erupting already.

"You look ready to plunge that powerful weapon deep inside me," she says huskily. She drags the cloth across him, causing his cock to rise up towards her. The cloth is tossed aside and her long, delicate fingers once more close around him. His hard, hot, throbbing cock seems to grow even more so within the cage of her fingers. Precum is pooling on Kit's abdomen as it drips from the engorged head.

Kit finds his feet once more, pulling himself gently from his mother's grip. They embrace, lips seeking lips, tongues dueling one another.

"Let us," Serana gasps, "let us retire to the bedroom." She pulls herself away from her son and climbs the steps out of the tub. Water cascades down her perfect form. Kit is momentarily dumbstruck by the way her waist narrows down and suddenly broadens at her hips, framing a full and springy and delectable ass that he has to sudden urge to kiss and nibble and squeeze.

At the top, Serana pauses, looking over her shoulder and down at her son. "Are you coming, darling?" With a subtle wave of her hand, the water ripples off her sculpted form, flowing in rivulets to pour back into the tub, leaving her dry almost instantly. She doesn't wait for a reply, striding purposely out of the bathroom.

Kit scrambles up and out of the tub, dripping. Over her shoulder, Serana gestures again, and the water slides off of Kit's body. He feels refreshed, invigorated, and very aroused.

Kit follows his mother into the bedroom, arriving just as she is climbing into his large, four poster bed. His sword and clothes are floating away, landing with amazing precision upon the desk and chair on the other side of the room.

Naked and gorgeous, his mother lays across his bed, one hand cradling her head, her luscious legs crossed and all but hiding the treasure between her legs. With her free hand she beckons to him. "Come, my darling boy, and love your mother."

The mattress sags under his weight as Kit climbs into bed. Serana glides into the middle to give him room. Her large breasts flatten out a bit across her chest as she lies back, arms and legs open to receive her lover, her son.

A riot of emotions courses through Kit. Shame, anxiety, fear, lust, love, hope, joy; all swirling through him, making his stomach swim and his head hurt. But it is the hard, throbbing muscle between his legs that does most of the thinking for him as he clambers over his mother to kneel between her outstretched legs.

She shivers in anticipation, causing her heavy breasts to jiggle. A broad smile parts her full lips. "Are you ready, baby? Are you ready to take me?"

"Oh, Mother," Kit groans. He moves forward. His cock glances off her pussy and glides over her mons, leaving a trail of sticky fluid through her neatly trimmed patch of dark hair. Serana giggles girlishly. Kit blushes.

One arm wraps around him, as her thighs close on his hips and her calves press against his ass. Her breasts press against his throat and chin, full and soft, her cleavage almost swallowing his head. He feels her other hand reach between them to grip his swollen length. She aims him towards her waiting opening.

Kit rises up a little, looking down between his mother's breasts as the broad, helmet shaped head of his thick cock parts the dewy, rose like petals of his mother's nether-lips. Warmth and moisture envelop him as he slowly sinks into his mother. He looks up, and her eyes flick to meet his. She was watching too. Her smile broadens and brightens.

"Such a big boy," she says, low and throaty. "You're opening me right up." There's a hitch to her voice as he drives further into her. Her warm folds part to accept him, closing around his length as it surges forward inch by inch. She is tight around him, tighter than either her fist or his has ever been, slick and soft at the same time, warm and wet and inviting. He wants to drive forward with all his strength and power, slam home into her delectable pussy, but Kit knows instinctively that he will not last if he does that. He moves slowly, savoring the moment, wanting it to last as long as possible.

Her hips rise up to meet him, and now both arms wrap around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer, his face pushed against her breast bone, her massive breasts rising on either side of him. He kisses her hot skin, turns and begins to lick a trail up the side of her right breast, trying to memorize the taste and feel of her.

She sighs deeply, contented, as he finally slides fully into her, his large balls bouncing lightly against her upturned ass. Her inner walls grip and squeeze him. Her juices soak his flesh, even as his own juices leak from his cockhead and inundate her insides.

He is inside his mother. The most beautiful and loving woman he has ever known, the woman who bore him, who bathed him and loved him as a child, who doted on him before sending him away. And now his cock is buried balls deep in her womb, her nipple is in his mouth, and her hips are moving beneath him. Kit doesn't move. Instead he groans, as he feels the pressure in his balls suddenly peak. There is a stabbing pleasure at the base of his cock, and it takes all his willpower to hold it there for a few seconds as the pleasure rises and rises and then explodes.

Kit's thick, hard cock bucks and heaves and throbs deep in the recesses of his mother's body. A viscous jet of potent sperm-laden semen erupts from his cockhead to paint his mother's womb white. His ass clenches and finally he thrusts his hips forward, seeking to drive his cock as deep as he can. He erupts again and again, each contraction emptying another thick spurt into her, filling her, soaking her hot, scalding interior with more and more. With each jet, Serana shudders and releases a soft "Oh." Her thighs and calves tighten on his lower body, holding him close, holding him in place.

At last the flood subsides. Kit catches his breath. This is the most intense orgasm he has ever had, sudden and unstoppable. He looks up at his mother, sees her head lying back against the pillows, long dark hair a cloud around her. Her lips are parted, her tongue gliding along the upper swell. Her eyes open and regard him with love and lust.

"I thought that might happen," she whispers. "Did you enjoy that, sweetheart?"

He nods. "Did you?" he cannot help but ask.

"Oh yes," she says with a smile. "I did not reach my own climax, but it was delicious feeling my darling boy fetch off within me. And judging by your continued hardness, I suspect it won't be long before you bring me off as well." Her slick walls grip him again, and even though they squelch, he remains hard as a diamond honed blade within her.

Kit flexes his cock, eliciting another giggle from his mother. She in turn contracts her sugar walls around him, squeezing him tight. He groans.

Instinctively, Kit begins to withdraw and thrust. Serana moans in encouragement. Her powerful thighs press around him, her calves almost flattening against his tight ass. Serana arches her back as her hips begin to move against her son, thrusting her full breasts into his face. He finds a nipple and lashes it with his tongue before it flies away, her heavy tit swaying as he drives piston like into her.

Her pussy is soaking now, looser and slicker, coated with his first batch of seed, but no less marvelous. She grips him easily with her inner muscles, caressing every inch of his engorged cock as it drives into her over and over again.

"Oh, Kit," she moans. "Oh my darling, you make me feel so delicious." She grabs his head and angles it for a kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth to mimic the movements of his large dick in her pussy.

Their combined discharge coats his balls and thighs as he hammers into his mother, the force of his thrusts forcing out gobs of his own cum and her juices. Her thighs are slick. He moves with greater ease, dragging his cock out until only the head remains trapped within her, and then sliding forward into buttery depths, probing her deepest recesses. His girth stretches her lips, but they close tightly around him on each retreat.

Kit kisses the hollow of her throat. He licks her collarbone. He presses his cheek against the soft, silken skin of her left breast, then drags his tongue across its expanse, leaving a trail of saliva as he seeks her hard pink nipple. As his lips close over it and his teeth nip lightly at it, and her breast continues to bounce under his cheeks, Serana begins to shiver and moan louder.

"Oh, darling," she gasps, "oh my son!" She trails off into a wail as she suddenly contracts beneath him, trapping his cock momentarily as it hammers deep inside her. Her arms and legs close around him, holding him in place as her climax storms into her and takes her away. He feels her shuddering and shivering beneath him, and simultaneously an enormous outpouring of energy slams into him and through him. The bed shakes. The windows rattle.

And Kit experiences his second orgasm of the day. He had not been near another climax before, but so intense is his mother's reaction that he cannot help himself. Some fraction of her intense pleasure bleeds through the wave of power as it washes over him, and he finds himself once more spontaneously erupting into his mother's womb.

Thick ropes of seed spurt endlessly from the end of Kit's engorged, throbbing member as it lies buried deep inside Serana. Each pulse seems to prolong her own orgasm, and she rides it like a wave, almost crushing his body against hers as the pleasure roars through her perfect, beautiful body.

It seems to Kit to last for hours, but it must only be minutes before Serana collapses beneath him, breathing raggedly. He begins to withdraw, but her arms and legs close up about him again, holding him tight. "Not yet, Kit," she says. "Let me hold you a little longer."

He kisses her leisurely, loving the taste of her lips and skin, the brilliance of her green eyes, and the flushed, happy look on her face.

"That was marvelous," Serana says, kissing him. "I haven't felt anything like that in a long time."

"I have never felt anything like that."

She smiles and rubs his nose with hers. "We have an entire summer to while away together. There will be no shortage of entertainments for us both." She shifts under him, and he begins to disengage, sliding his semi-hard dick from her sheathe. Her pussy is raw and red, and coated liberally with both their juices. His cock is also. A dribble of cum slides off the end onto the sheets.

Kit lays down beside her. He feels his cock thickening again already, but wonders if his mother needs a rest.

She looks down between them at his rising manhood and smiles. Her green eyes flick back to his face. "I want you to lie back while I clean you up."

Together they arrange themselves. Kit lying back against the pillows, legs spread slightly, his mother stretched out beside him, head at his hips. She leans on one elbow and reaches out to grip his hardening rod, slim fingers encircling the base. She leans down, extends her tongue, and drags it up along the entire length of his cock. He grows stiffer by the second, as her tongue bathes his every inch, and her lips kiss and suck off every bit of stray moisture, whether it is male or female ejaculate. In between slurps and sucks and licks and kisses, she talks.

"You asked earlier, 'why?', and I gave you a somewhat glib answer. But the real reasons are somewhat complicated."

Kit listens with interest. He is enjoying the tongue bath, his member once more a towering pole between his legs, his balls full and heavy, everything momentarily slick with coital fluids. He knows his mother could clean them both with a flick of a finger, and he loves that she is doing this instead.

"This moment was planned, Kit," she says, "planned a long, long time before your birth. The Empire relies on the Blessed for its strength. But so few births, even among the ruling class, produce full blooded Blessed. And yet we are embroiled in a war which relies on the power and magic that full-bloods wield."

She pauses to swallow the broad helmeted head of his cock, slurping up the precum that weeps from his opening. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.

"You know, too, that the family I made with your father is the third one that I have had. I have survived them all, husbands and children, even the four other Blessed sons and daughters that I birthed. Three of them died on the front, defending the Empire from Outremer. The fourth was... lost to me, under similar circumstances."

Her fingers begin to slide up and down the base of Kit's cock, jacking him slightly, as her lips and tongue continue their work.

"Your father and I came up with a plan. We decided to have a large family, to maximize the chances of creating full blooded progeny. The best chance for success comes from two parents who are Blessed, but your father, even though only a half-blood, had the potential. He gave me very strong children, but only one full blooded Blessed before he was so unfairly taken from us all. You, of course, are the only Blessed child to come from our union."

She kisses the underside of his cockhead, swirling her tongue around the corona, lapping up juices.

"Blessed abilities appear to be a recessive trait. We both agreed that, to better propagate that trait, we would need to practice good husbandry. Which means that whatever Blessed children we could produce, we would attempt to back-breed with them to continue generating more Blessed."

Kit's cock contracts in his mother's hand. Precum squirts up, landing on her cheek. She agilely licks it off with an "mmmm" sound.

"By mutual agreement, if any of our daughters turned out to be Blessed, your father would lay with them, impregnate them, and hopefully produce more Blessed. But since we had a son, it is I who am laying with you, in the hopes that you will impregnate me, and give me another Blessed child."

"Twelve Gods," Kit gasps. His cock throbs in his mother's hand. Her lips encircle the crown of his cock once more, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks. Kit groans. His thoughts and emotions are awhirl again.

With a pop, Serana releases him. "At some point, your sister Grace learned of the plan your father and I shared. And through actions and then words, she reminded me that there are five other wombs for you to fill with potential Blessed."

Serana's smooth tongue caresses the length of her son's cock, from top to bottom this time. When she reaches the base, her lips part and she swallows one of his testicles, bathing it with her saliva as she sucks lightly on it.

"The original idea," she says, coming up for air, "was for me to come to you after the evening's festivities and lay this all out for you. But after seeing the abject hunger with which Grace was eyeing you, I decided to accelerate things a bit."

She looks up at him, her gorgeous face, with her lips moistened by their combined juices, framed by his rampant cock. "And when I saw you in the bath, I knew I had to have you. I decided explanations could wait. I apologize for that, darling, as you've already pumped two powerful loads into my womb, and you did not fully understand what was happening."

She kisses the head of his cock once more. "But I want you to know, this is not simply about procreation. Outremer has already taken four of my children from me. The realities of war mean that you may be taken from me as well. I want this summer to give you the memories of a lifetime. I want you to experience as much love and happiness as you can in the time we have, so that it might sustain you, and give you strength in the coming trials.

"And also, I hope, that by summer's end you will have six additional reasons to make it home to your mother and the rest of your family in one piece. I know that you have enough to fight for - your family, your honor, your Empire. But I want you to have something to live for, darling."

Kit is dumbstruck at the implications of all his mother has shared with him. He lies back, arms spread, feeling light-headed and more than a little mad. This is so much to take in, to process, to come to terms with in so short a time.

In the back of his mind echo the words "Grace" and "hunger."

With no more words to say, Serana instead takes her son's cock into her mouth once more, devouring him inch by inch, swallowing his entire length slowly but effortlessly. She effectively robs him of words in the process. Green eyes watch him intently as his cock disappears into her mouth. His thick cockhead nudges the opening of her throat, and it parts to accept him. Her lips stretch wide as she swallows him whole. Serana cups his sensitive balls, caressing them with her fingertips.

"Mother," Kit manages to gasp. "I'm going to-"

Her fingers tighten lightly around his contracting balls and she slides her mouth up the length of his shuddering cock until only the head remains trapped between her lips. With a wordless cry Kit succumbs once more. His thick dick rhythmically contracts as viscous jets of sperm spray into his mother's mouth. Her cheeks balloon with his seed, until she noisily begins to swallow. Still he comes, erupting in torrents. She kneads his testicles gently, coaxing more and more of the precious juice from his rampant rod.

He fills her mouth three times before he is done, and she swallows it all. Some escapes her lips to dribble down her chin. She sucks lightly on his sensitive cockhead, making him wriggle and moan. Her tongue washes over it, scooping the last dregs of seed from his cockhole.

With a wet sound, Serana releases her son's cock. It bounces back onto his abdomen, hardly flagging in hardness. She admires his manhood as she scoops up errant drips of cum from her chin using the tips of her fingers and slowly feeds them to herself.

Serana sits up on the bed, pulling herself closer to her son. Her fingertips, moist with saliva and cum, dance across his abdomen and chest. "May I safely assume that you are willing to play your part for the rest of the summer? For however much time we have together?"

Kit has never questioned his mother. Even during the rebellious phase of his early teen years, she wasn't around to rebel against. And the academy beat rebellion out of him. Indeed, he has never denied his mother anything that was in his power to grant. He does not see that happening any time soon, either. Still, he is a bit overwhelmed. Not only by the afternoon's activities, but by their revelations as well.

He nods, not trusting himself to speak.

Serana smiles. "That makes me so happy, Kit." She kisses him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pressing her heavy tits into his sweaty, hairless chest.

Serana's elbow bumps into the head of Kit's already fully hardened cock, and she laughs. "I've forgotten what it's like to bed a Blessed. The last time was six hundred years ago." She drops a hand, her palm flattening against his length. Her hand glides along her son's column of flesh, until the weeping cockhead nudges into her cupped palm. Her hand opens, fingers reaching around to feel his girth, to stroke him and encourage him.

"It has been some time since I have had a lover capable of keeping up with me."

Serana climbs up across Kit's body, straddling his waist with her legs. Her hand never ceases its action, steadily pumping his cock as it grows harder and harder. She rises on her knees, spreading her legs, and aims the head of his cock towards her reddened pussy, slick with her own juices, still weeping loads of her son's jism.

Her messy, hungry pussy welcomes her son's cock once more. He slides in easily with an audible squelch. Serana settles, swallowing his cock whole, driving it deeply inside her with one quick movement. Coital fluids are forced out of her opening, soaking Kit's crotch and Serana's thighs. She looks down at her son with a sexy half-smile twisting her full lips and begins to ride him.

She leans down as her hips move, her large, heavy breasts swaying almost in counterpoint. Kit admires their geometry, their smoothness, their obvious weight, as they dangle over his head. He reaches for them with both hands and holds them steady, bringing them together to create a dark line of cleavage across which he drags his tongue. He peppers wet, sloppy kisses across the entire, impressive expanse of her chest, licking and sucking and nipping.

All the while Serana's hips move with speed and precision, slamming her body up and down her son's rigid pole.

Kit lets his hands drop away from his mother's breasts, although he leaves one nipple trapped between his lips and teeth, sucking lightly and eliciting hissing breathes from her. Kit's hands glide along her supple flanks to reach behind her and grip that delectable ass, which is flexing as her pelvis hammers Kit into the mattress. The movement of her hips speeds up as Kit grips and caresses her full, springy backside hard enough to whiten his fingertips.

Serana cries out, and again begins to shudder and shake. Her hips slacken their up and down motion, but in a burst of inspiration, Kit begins to fuck upward with his cock, lifting his mother bodily off the bed as he does. Serana's cry turns into a keening moan. Another wave of power explodes out from Kit's mother, washing over him and the room. The bed shakes. His sword clatters off the desk. In the other room, the crystal in the fireplace flares with power, and a layer of ice forms across the mantle.

Kit, who has climaxed three times in a span of a about a half hour, is nowhere near to coming again, although he can sense it building the longer his mother's orgasm goes on. With a wicked grin, he grips her slim waist in both hands and continues to drive himself into her over and over again. Serana's hands grab her son by the shoulders and hold hard enough to break a mortal's bones. Still he drives into her slick, heated passage. He feels his cockhead nudge against something, and wonders if he has sounded her depths.

The moment he does this, he feels a cracking sound beneath them and the two of them fall in a heap. Pictures fall from the wall. In the tumble, Kit ends up with Serana beneath him once more. Still he fucks into his mother, and still she keens, eyes rolled back, and just as he realizes that they have broken the bed, something not quite physical triggers Kit's own orgasm.

A moment before he was building, but a safe distance from his eruption, and then as if a switch was pulled he finds himself emptying his balls once more into his mother's welcoming womb. His cock shudders and throbs and swells deep within her, and then it explodes, showering her depths once more with thick, viscous, semen-rich cum. A dozen times he contracts and expels thick rope after thick rope into her.

They rest momentarily, staring into one another's eyes and breathing heavily.

Serana pulls his face to her and kisses him fiercely.

She releases him and extends a hand, drawing a glyph in the air with her fingers. It lingers for a moment, and suddenly the bed is suffused in a golden glow. It comes together with a groan of wood and a loud clacking as the broken ends bind together.

"Now," Serana says, "let us see if we can break the furniture again. And then, I think, we should get cleaned up and ready for that banquet of yours."

Kit smiles. "As you wish, Mother."

