Exile of the Crown Pt. 01
Prince and his mother are exiled from their homeland.
Chapter 1. Queen Adelaide and Prince Caylan

Caylan carefully guided his brush across the large canvas, where the figure of a gorgeous woman emerged through thick layers of paint. Her dark hair cascaded down to her shoulders, and plump thick thighs were crossed as she sat on a chair in a beautiful pearlescent dress, with a subtle hint of a neckline. Her large breasts, almost the size of her head, barely fit under the dress and protruded forward.

Caylan tilted his head to get a better look at the painting and thought for the first time, "Maybe I made her breasts too big."

"How much longer will it take?" Adelaide sighed. She was sitting a few meters away from the easel, identical to the drawing. "To be honest, I'm pretty tired, darling. I never imagined that sitting and doing nothing for so long could be so exhausting."

She tossed her black braids back, straightening her bosom. Her neckline was much deeper than in the portrait, the base of her two beautiful curves peeking out from the dress. She wearily rested her hand under the head.

Caylan remained silent. He glanced at the drawing again, then at his muse. "I'm almost finished, Mum. Just a few more strokes and it'll be ready. May I remind you that you agreed to it by yourself?"

"A little 'thanks' would be enough," she smiled, and adorable dimples appeared on her cheeks. "It's better if you tell me how the painting is coming along. Do I look beautiful?" She straightened up confidently and adjusted her chest.

"No painting can capture the full spectrum of your beauty, Mum." And it was true; she was so damn gorgeous. Caylan blushed after saying it.

"Thank you, dear. That's very sweet. I love it when you're so sweet to me," she sighed, her boobs rising. Adelaide shifted in her chair once again, her large bottom aching from sitting for so long. She glanced toward the view. It was a terrace with a garden at the very top of the Aetherfall

Royal Fortress. The entire city, Aetherfall, was adorned with plants, palms, and vegetation that wrapped around the brick huts and buildings.

Aetherfall looked like a jungle where houses and people had suddenly sprung from the earth.

Caylan carefully dipped his brush into the paint and made the neckline on her chest a little larger. He guided the brush further and further, making the neckline as it truly was--more and more beautiful, deeper and deeper. He couldn't take his eyes off her boobs from behind the easel, trying to capture every detail, noticing every little dark spot, every pore, every vein, scar, wrinkle. He bit his lip; her boobs were so...

A hand from behind rested on his shoulder.

"What a beautiful painting," said Alistair, smiling and lowering his head. "You have talent, my son." The king, with gray hair and a short beard, ruffled Caylan's black hair. The prince quickly changed the sharp cut on the pearl dress, hoping his father hadn't noticed anything.

"Did you see, dear? I can't believe he learned that on his own. I never would have thought our son would be such an outstanding artist."

"I can't share your enthusiasm." Adelaide rose, signaling that the drawing session was over. "Caylan doesn't show me his work until it's finished."

Caylan lowered the easel face down as his mother stepped closer, giving her husband a kiss. He sat back in his chair and held back from looking at the pair of large breasts hanging just above the level of his head. He thought he saw a hint of a nipple popping through the dress, so he turned the other way, still blushing.

"I hate it so much when he keeps secrets from me. I taught him to walk, after all, and put him to my breast, my heart, so he would drink my milk and become strong." Like Alistair, she rubbed her son's head. It made his hair stand up, black short locks sticking out in all directions.

"I'm sure he knows what he's doing. He's been incredibly precise in accentuating your beautiful lush thighs, love." He kissed her again, ruffling his beard with her chin.

Caylan turned away. Alistair's hands rested on mum's thighs.

"Enough, darling." The Queen, with a strong smacking sound, finally pulled him away from her lips. "I'm sure you're telling the truth. Cay has always been very attentive to details in his paintings."

"Have you thought of drawing your mother without a dress? I would love to have such a drawing in our chambers." Alistair adjusted his green crown and smiled through all the white teeth.

Adelaide, frowning, slapped his chest.

"Auh, what did I say wrong? I'm not kidding. Imagine your body on an easel, captured forever in time. And it's painted by our son."

If Caylan was just red before, now he was as red as a tomato. The situation was not improved at all by how close her boobs still were to his face. He glanced at Adelaide, imagining his mother sitting naked before the easel, her full breasts exposed. And she just sits there, looking at him, waiting for him to paint her breasts, her body with its creamy, soft beige skin and...

"Don't be foolish," Adelaide interrupted his thoughts, adjusting the straps of her dress as if ensuring that her milky body was indeed concealed. "Look at how you've embarrassed poor Caylan. I'm sure he doesn't want to see my old woman body. Our son isn't supposed to see it; it's inappropriate. I know, Alistair, how lustful you can be, but keep your desires to yourself."

"If our son is not supposed to see you without clothes, then who is?" Alistair smirked, patting his son on the back. "Do you want some artist from Nundia to draw you naked?"

"First of all, I do not need a drawing of my naked body in our room!" said Adelaide.

Caylan finally found the strength to stand up and hide the drawing. At 18 years old, he was slightly shorter than the voluptuous Adelaide and much shorter than his thin father.

"Did you want to ask something or did you just disturb us while Caylan and I were alone?" Adelaide put her hands on her hips, raising one eyebrow.

"I just wanted to take a break." Alistair thoughtfully approached the parapet, which overlooked Aetherfall. "The council said that the rebels from the Pit are gathering after their escape to overthrow me. They seek revenge for..."

Adelaide interrupted him with a corresponding gesture of her head. Caylan didn't see what she indicated, but it surely had something to do with him. Even at 18, Adelaide and Alistair considered him a child.

"My son loves to draw and hunt with a bow." He once heard his father's voice in the Council Hall. "He has inherited too much from his mother. Adelaide comes from places where people enjoy drinking wine, playing the lute, and having affairs with everyone except blood relatives. The younger sisters of Caylan are much better suited to be king than this boy. Adelaide gave me wonderful daughters, but a disappointing son."

Caylan silently gathered his paints and brushes into a bag. What he heard that day, a few months ago, replayed so vividly in his mind that it felt like he was hearing it again, right there on that terrace.

"Surely it's just Di'Rose stirring up the atmosphere." Adelaide gently rubbed Alistair's back. He was 58, the king was thin, narrow-shouldered, and had a hooked nose. Caylan, though still shorter, was broader in the shoulders and more robust.

Adelaide pressed her left boob against her husband's arm. Caylan glanced at them over his shoulder, pretending he was still gathering stuff.

"I'm sure that the pit's criminals won't dare to do what the Council is talking about. Besides, you have the soldiers of the Aetherfall Guard at your disposal. What could a bunch of underground criminals do against them?" There was so much tenderness in Caylan's mother's voice that even his heart softened a little. His father was incredibly lucky with Caylan's mother, that was for sure. The marriage wasn't based on love but was the result of cold calculation. However, Alistair eventually couldn't help but fall in love with this attractive, kind, sweet, intelligent, and amazing woman who bore him four children.

Caylan looked at her again, this time turning fully towards his parents. They were still too absorbed in themselves, gazing out at the city. His eyes were momentarily fixed on the two melons hidden beneath her pearlescent dress, which were pressed tightly together below her waist. And somewhere in there was the place of his birth.

His father despises him for drawing and skillfully shooting arrows instead of wielding a sword. But why did Caylan start it?

Because he wanted to impress his mother. From a very early age, Adelaide had told her son how she had dreamed of learning to draw beautifully but was always distracted by other matters. And now, she regrets not being able to create on canvas the vivid beauty of the green Aetherfall.

From early childhood, perhaps around the age of 6, Caylan yearned for Adelaide's undivided attention. He wanted it all for himself, not to be shared with that old man who parades around the castle like a peacock. So, he learned to draw and achieved exactly what he wanted. Adelaide devoted a lot of time to her son, more than other mothers usually do. She loved to ride in the forests - so Caylan learned to shoot with a bow to go hunting and spend more time with his mother.

He yearned for her attention more and more with each passing day, though he couldn't quite grasp the reason behind his insatiable need.

Caylan twirled the brush in one hand, looking away from his mum's bare back, where there were a couple of small birthmarks, and her wide butt.

"I fear that Darst may be behind all this. Ever since my older brother lost his claim to the throne after it was revealed that he committed consanguinity with our cousin and married her, he has been dreaming of reclaiming the throne and overthrowing me. You and Caylan..."

Adelaide interrupted him with a kiss. The lips of Caylan's father and mother entwined in a brief peck of just their lips, no tounges.

"Mmm... Darling, I think we can discuss the matters of the Kingdom later. Right now, it's family time. You, me, and Caylan." Adelaide smiled after the kiss and straightened the dress. Her hair was a bit disheveled from the kiss.

"Yes, of course you're right." The old man tucked his belt around the groin and whispered something in his wife's ear that made Adelaide blush thickly.

"I can't wait," she said louder than she planned to.

"I'll go back to my place." Caylan decided not to give her any more reason to be embarrassed so he pretended not to hear a thing. He was already turning to leave the terrace when Alistair grabbed his arm.

"I'd like to speak to Caylan alone, love. If you don't mind."

"Of course. Just don't be too rough with him." She gave him another light kiss and withdrew. Caylan didn't stare in her direction. It would be best if his father didn't see him looking at her back and butt.

"Your sisters are getting a lot of admirers," Alistair said, stroking his beard. "Even Nora, though she is not noted for her beauty like her mother and sisters. Well, you're not a frequent visitor to the city by the looks of it. Have you ever been with a woman?"

"It's none of your business," Caylan was about to say, feeling father's bony fingers on his shoulder.

"If you're choosing a woman, look at her hips first. Your beloved should be strong and have beautiful hips to bear many children. Have you seen your mother's hips?"

"I don't think I want to talk about that."

"About your mother's hips or the girls?" Alistair laughed as if it were a joke, but Caylan's face remained impassive. "Either way, stay in the castle. The city is no longer safe. You may go."

The smile faded from Alistair's face, replaced by a look of contemplation and anxiety. Caylan quickly hurried away.

===

An arrow hit the center of a target in the middle of a garden. Caylan lowered the bow.

"He thinks he can laugh at me," Caylan said, as the guards behind him whispered among themselves. He remembered how his father whispered something indecent into Adelaide's ear, so he shot again, with fury in his hands. The target trembled as the arrow struck.

"My father is a pathetic coward, and if something happens to him, I'll take it upon myself to look after Mother."

He lowered the bow and pondered how far he was willing to go if something happened to his father.

His sisters entered the garden, laughing loudly, standing perfectly in line according to height, from the tallest to the shortest: Jasmine, Louisa, and Nora. Seeing Caylan, they laughed even louder.

"And here we have our prince, the artist Caylan, who loves to draw his Mommy. Is it true that you agreed to paint her nude?" Jasmine, the eldest, laughed. Louisa and Nora followed suit, laughing.

Caylan aimed the bow and shot an arrow right at their feet. All three sisters jumped back, terrified.

"Repeat, sister. What did you say? I couldn't hear over your frightened squeals."

"Caylan!"

Caylan turned around. Adelaide appeared as if out of nowhere, placing her hands on her belt. She looked angry.

"What are you doing? How can you shoot your sisters?"

She was wearing an outfit for important gatherings. From a goddess in a pearlescent delicate gown, she now looked like a real queen with a scythe and a strict brown dress with no neckline, but behind which her large breasts and thighs were still guessed. It was impossible to hide them. Her cheeks were flushed with drops of red paint, giving a better view of the freckles on her cheeks and nose.

"The bow is not a toy."

"And I'm not a child!" Caylan snapped back, surprising even himself as he quickly hid the bow. Adelaide looked at her son with undisguised horror. Even the guards stood still, waiting to see how the scene would unfold.

Adelaide quickly composed herself and, taking Caylan by the shoulder, led him towards the castle.

"Yes, that's how you should handle him, Mother. It's high time you took his upbringing seriously," Jasmine shouted after them. The sisters laughed again, but a stern look from Adelaide was enough to silence them.

As soon as the mother and son were alone, Adelaide grabbed his ear like his was a misbehaving child.

"What has gotten into you?" She tried to be angry, but she looked so innocent. "How are you talking to your own mother?!"

"I'm sorry, Mum. I don't know what's going on me." He couldn't be mad at her; she had a right to be displeased, and even through the dress Mum's nipples protruded a bit from anger.

He blushed because of her nipples and Adelaide took that as a sign that her son was ashamed.

"Your father is waiting for us in the throne room." She wiped her hands and headed for the castle. Caylan, rubbing his ear, followed her. A man met them at the entrance to the throne room - he had long yellow braids down to his shoulders and a black beard for some reason. Under his arm was a stack of books.

"Di'Rose," the queen said coldly as she spotted the chief royal steward and council member.

"Your Majesty," Di'Rose bowed with exaggerated politeness, though with a clear hint of false respect, then glanced at the prince. "It seems the three of us are late for the audience with the king."

"And what could possibly be more important than a royal audience for the royal steward and councilor?" the queen remarked briskly, moving closer to the door. Caylan thought he saw the advisor's eyes slide over Adelaide's chest and her beautiful thick body.

"I watched the scene from the balcony. A mother was raising her unruly son. She had spoiled him too much with freedom, playing at a carefree life. I wondered what kind of person this boy would grow up to be, and so I lost track of time."

Adelaide frowned, her small brows knitting together as her heart pounded wildly.

Caylan didn't care. But since it seemed to have offended his mother, that meant it offended him too. However, he didn't have time to say a word. Di'Rose opened the door.

"Your Majesty," he addressed the king.

In the center of the hall, made of dark brick, stood a throne crafted from the trunk of a tree. The roots of the tree stretched deep down, through all levels of the castle, reaching the ground beneath it. The throne was adorned with branches that spread in all directions. The entire castle was built around this tree, making the throne the exact center of the circular throne room.

Alistair sat with his head bowed, fingers interlaced, resembling the gnarled branches of the throne that twisted behind him.

"Why are you late, Di'Rose?" Alistair asked sternly. The entire hall fell silent, the king not even glancing at his wife and son.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty, but the king tasked me with learning about the tribes of the Eastern Shattered Isles. That is what occupied me," Rose said as he adjusted the books in his hands and approached the throne, which was guarded on all sides by guards in green masks. "The tribes are wild, very different from us, and their way of life differs greatly from ours." Rose smiled oddly. "But we found a common language; some of them have learned our language, and now..."

"I don't care about the tribes!" Alistair roared. "I want to know about the Pit criminals! I know they are in the city, and I know they want to kill me!"

Adelaide, bewildered by her husband's rage, stood motionless. Cay took her hand, her fingers clasped around his; her hand was so warm, soft, and nice. She looked at him in surprise with a frightened gaze, and he led her deeper into the hall, blending into the crowd.

"Yes, the Pit criminals are a serious threat," Rose agreed. "But right now, there's nothing we can do. We're just waiting for their move. In the meantime, I must serve the kingdom."

"What will happen to the kingdom if I'm killed?!" Alistair rose from the throne, but he did not step beyond the circle of the Aetherfall Guard.

"Perhaps the kingdom would only benefit from that."

The silence in the hall grew even more deathly. Alistair's face twisted further in anger. Reading their king's reaction, the Aetherfall Guard reached for their swords.

Caylan, still holding his mother's hand, led her further down the hall toward one of the side exits.

"If King Alistair is dead, and a new king takes the throne, then his weak son will never be able to become king, and his mother, incapable of bearing and raising a worthy successor, will be stripped of all rights," Di'Rose barely smirked as the sky outside began to darken like in a severe storm, despite it being midday.

"Seize him! Put the traitor in shackles!" the king shouted.

Caylan tightened the grip on his mother's hand, feeling her anxiety and the pain caused by the counselor's words. He gently embraced her shoulder.

The door to the throne room swung open, and a man in crimson and black robes entered, with short dark hair and a scar across his eye. His left pupil was missing, and his right eye shimmered with a purple hue.

"Darst?!" Alistair gasped in horror, recognizing his older brother. Behind Darst, a group of menacingly dressed thugs rushed into the room, armed with axes, maces, and spears.

"I've come to take the throne," Darst declared, stepping aside.

"You lost that right when you committed the sin of consanguinity by marrying your cousin and fathering her children. You are unworthy of the throne... Who... Who let you in... Who let all of you in?!" "I did," said Di'Rose.

Aetherfall Guard around the throne drew their swords and raised their shields. Following their lead, the castle's regular guards also unsheathed their weapons.

"You brought these vagrants, these criminals from the pit. What can they do against my Aetherfall Guard? Each one of them is as strong as a hundred soldiers. You cannot win."

Darst clasped his hands in a strange gesture, and suddenly, the entire

Aetherfall Guard collapsed dead to the ground.

"Black magic," Alistair said in horror, sinking onto the throne. "And what do you say now, little brother?"
The pit criminals clashed in battle with the castle guards. Caylan couldn't see Rose or Darst among the crowd, but he clearly saw Alistair seated on the throne.

Caylan pulled his mother towards the exit. One of the nameless guards opened a side door for them. "This way."

"I can't leave Alistair!" Adelaide shouted, but her husband was already gone from the throne.

"We can't save him, Mother."

She no longer resisted, and the guard closed the door behind them, while the sounds of battle continued to echo from the other side. They descended into the darkness, and at some point, the sound of a door being kicked in was heard.

"Find the queen and the prince!" A shout echoed from the throne room. Soon, the descent turned into a narrow, dark passage, with a faint light visible at the end. They reached it and found themselves at the edge of a cliff, with rocks below and waves crashing against the mountain. To the right, stone steps were carved into the stairs, dangerously narrow.

"I'm afraid of heights, I can't do it!" Adelaide turned pale and pressed her back against the wall.

"I'm afraid we have no other choice, Your Majesty," the guard said, glancing back as the sound of soldiers' footsteps grew louder.

"Do it for me, Mum," Caylan took her hand again. "Please."

She muttered a curse under her breath and began descending after Caylan. They moved cautiously and slowly, Adelaide doing her best not to look down. Her eyes were fixed on Caylan--on his strong hands, his body, his back.

"He's so brave," she thought tenderly, recalling how small he had been when he was born. Her anxiety vanished for a few moments, just enough for her to continue the remaining distance.

"This way... argh!" One of the criminals appeared in the passage, but not expecting the sudden drop, he ran straight off the edge and fell. The three following him couldn't stop in time and plunged down onto the rocks as well. The last one had a chance to save himself, but the criminal running behind him shoved him forward.

"Damn it, there's a cliff!" one of them shouted.

The steps went lower and lower, and around a bend in the cliff, there was a passage that Caylan didn't notice right away. One of the criminals struck the steps with a mace, blow after blow, and the steps collapsed in a chain reaction.

Trying to keep up, Adelaide tore part of her dress. It remained hanging on a piece of rock, and the guard following her managed to climb inside at the last moment.

"Idiot, how are we going to catch them now?" one of the pit criminals shouted.

"Why bother catching them? They probably crashed against the rocks. Forget about them," replied another.

Adelaide's dress was torn, exposing her upper body, and a small portion of her full chest was visible through the tattered clothing on one side. Caylan thought he saw the beginning of her halo. She was in such a state of shock that she didn't even notice.

He took off his doublet and draped it over Adelaide's shoulders.

"They think you're dead," said the guard, removing his metal helmet and catching his breath. "There's a way down to the boats from here so you can escape. The king gave us clear instructions on what to do in case of his death."

"Death?" Adelaide raised her tired eyes and rose from the floor. "But my husband is not..."

"We don't know, Your Majesty. Let's go."

They descended further and reached a dock surrounded by cliffs. There were several lifeboats. "From here, you can row out to the sea, and then..." said the guard, handing several dark cloaks to the mother and son, which were kept in the boats.

"We will sail towards the guiding star and believe that it will lead us to a safe place," said Adelaide. "Thank you."

They boarded the lifeboat, and the soldier with his hand on his heart sent them on their way. Caylan rowed the boat. The castle receded, dark clouds swirling above it, fire and smoke engulfing the castle and the city.

Adelaide cried. "Alistair, my girls. What will happen to them now?" She covered her eyes with her hands and sobbed, no longer able to hold back.

Caylan continued to row. "They will be fine, Mum. I'm sure they won't touch the princesses, but Father..." He sighed and was somewhat surprised at himself. He didn't feel sorry for Dad. "We must be strong; we will take revenge. I promise you."

She wiped her tearful eyes. "I would surely have gone mad if you weren't here." She hugged him, her cloak and his doublet fell to the bottom of the boat, and Caylan distinctly felt the softness of her breasts piece against his body.

He gulped, stroking her back and dark hair. "Everything will be alright, Mum."

===

They sailed until nightfall, following a guiding star. The waves carried them in the same direction as the star, so Caylan decided to rest a little. Fate itself was guiding them.

The sea was cold, and they lay down, pressing close to each other to share the warmth of their bodies.

"I wouldn't mind some wine right now," she said, licking her lips and holding him tighter against her chest, watching the stars. For Caylan, it was not only the softest place in the boat but also the softest place in the entire world. The stars seemed more beautiful than ever. Every cloud has a silver lining.

"Are you really thinking about wine right now, Mum?" Both their stomachs growled.

"Why not? I want to eat, but also to wash it all down with red wine... Mmm, that would be magical. My taste buds can discern all the subtleties of any liquid, any drink. And I love being a little tipsy. I would sip a few drops of wine to cope with your pregnancy. You were quite unruly inside me, kicking often. It even hurts to remember." She touched her empty belly, empty in every sense. "You drained all the energy out of me, both before and after your birth. These breasts..." Without thinking, she grabbed his head and pressed it harder against her chest. Caylan felt her nipple against the back of his head. "...suffered so much because of you. You would bite my nipples and drink every last drop of my milk, but I think in the end, it was all worth it because your first words were 'Mum' and 'breasts.' And also 'milk.'"

They both laughed softly, their laughter subdued by exhaustion. The starlight reflected in their eyes.

"When you got a little older, you used to say, 'I love you, Mum.' You would say just that, from morning till night. 'I love you, Mum.' And I would reply every time, I swear, every time. 'I love you too, my dear.'"

"I'm sure I was serious even then and spoke from the heart."

"I know you did. You hadn't even learned to say 'Dad,' yet you were already saying, 'I love you, Mum.' Alistair was so annoyed by it."

He lifted himself off her boobs and placed his hands on the bottom of the boat, leaning over her in a missionary position. He wanted to say something but froze. She was so gorgeous from this angle, lying directly beneath him. Her large, beautiful eyes reflected the light of the stars, her plump pink lips, and her small, cute nose.

"I love you, Mum," Caylan finally mustered the courage to say.

"I love you too, my dear," she smiled, her lips more alluring than ever. Caylan leaned in. He was so close to her lips, but she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back.

"Caylan." The way she said his name was filled with so much meaning-- judgment, confusion, and astonishment at his audacity to even come so close to her lips, the lips of his mother. How did he even dare to bring his lips so close to hers?

"Sorry, Mum. I just..." He swallowed, blushing. "I remembered kissing your lips when I was a child." Does he really remember that? He wasn't even sure. "And I thought..."

"You can kiss my cheeks, but my lips... Yes, darling. You used to kiss me on the lips when you were a little boy... You seemed to enjoy pretending to be my husband and king, but you're no longer at the age where kissing me on the lips is appropriate. You're 18 now, and a kiss on the lips has become... something more. Kissing our lips is now off-limits. There's too much wrong meaning in it. I'm sorry, baby."

"What meaning? You're my mother. I just want to kiss you like I did when I was a child and show you my love."

"I'm sorry, but my lips are untouchable." She gently stroked his hair and offered her cheek, which turned quite red from the awkwardness of the situation. Caylan, with a soft sigh, kissed her tender, milky skin on the cheek and imagined he was kissing her lips. The thought made his hair stand on end, his nerves alongside the whole body started to quiver.

"You're shivering so much. Are you cold?" She hugged him tighter as he kissed her, and suddenly, which was a complete surprise to Caylan he realized his cock was hard.

He jerked away from her cheek as if his lips were engulfed in flames. His hips began to move in a sudden thrust to hide his boner and rest it against the bottom of the lifeboat.

"Is something wrong?" Adelaide asked, looking puzzled at his strange body movements, feeling the heat of her son's kiss on her cheek.

"No, Mum...akgghhhh..." He touched the tip to the hard bottom. "I'm just cold." He blushed harder.

"You're so red, I can tell. I know you want to keep me warm, but you don't have to be self-conscious about me and my body. Let's get warm." She threw the cloak over them both and hugged him even tighter, gently rubbing her son's strong shoulders, his arms, his back.

"Hopefully by morning we will have reached some sort of shore after all." She glanced up at the sky. The dinghy was pottering, floating on the water, and Caylan banged his cock against the bottom time after time.

He used all his acting skills, which he had never had before, and as calmly and without suspicion as possible lay his head on her breast again, only this time with his face. His cheek touched the bare flesh of her breast.

There was a light thumping sound. His cock grew even bigger and hardened even more, hitting bottom.

"What was that?" Adelaide asked, not at all embarrassed that Caylan was lying on her chest. At that moment, fear was driving her more than anything else.

"Probably just hit a fish. It's nothing."

Adelaide relaxed and continued lying down, yawning. She needed to get some sleep. And sometimes sleep helps with hunger.

The silence allowed Caylan to think for a moment. Why does he have a hard-on? Why is he hard like he's never been before? "Am I hard because of... my Mum? No, gross, impossible... It's horrible. It can't be! Me and Mum. You're completely insane, Caylan."

But her breasts were so soft and undulating and milky white and...desirable and appealing. But she's your Mum. They're your mum's breasts.

"Disgusting," Caylan said aloud, losing control of his thoughts and feelings.

"What's disgusting?" asked Adelaide, while trying to sleep.

"I...uh...I just remembered about Darst. What's disgusting is that my uncle consanguinated his cousin. I mean, consanguinity is the worst sin imaginable, Mum. Am I right?"

"Yes, Caylan. You're right. And I'm glad you realize that." She yawned, stroking the back of her son's head in appreciation.

"And why..." Caylan sighed, the jiggling of the lifeboat making his cheek rest against her breasts and skin again and again. "Why is it the worst sin, Mum?"

"Do I have to explain something so obvious? Blood relatives are bound by the bonds of pure love, kindness, the tenderness of family. But when instead they indulge in lust, debauchery, love - with a love that is forbidden to them, blood passed into blood - it is a desecration of all life and rules..."

Adelaide yawned. "You have understood me in a general way. In a word - it is utterly, utterly wrong! You know what I'm talking about?"

His cock was still hard as a rock. "Yes, Mum. Of course I do. I get it all." "You're doing such a good job, dear. So brave, so smart, so..."

She fell silent, finally falling asleep in the middle of the conversation. Her chest was heaving, letting air in and out.

And Caylan couldn't fall asleep for a long time yet, disturbed by his sensations. His cock wouldn't give him a second to rest. What was happening to him?
Exile of the Crown Pt. 02
Prince and his mother get really close on the island.
CHAPTER 3. TRIBE LIFE

"Look at them," Adelaide murmured, lying on her side in the sand under the palm trees. She watched a couple by the water. The woman had a large rounded belly and her young man was washing her body.

"Yes, it's just a mother and son having a good time. Just a regular mother and son." Caylan was cutting fish, it didn't come out well, and sometimes his eyes ran over his mother's body. She tucked a hand under her head, keeping her eyes on the beach. Her breasts in a sloppy tribal suit hovered over the ground. The breast above was touching a little on the one below and closer to the ground. Her other hand rested on her large voluminous thick thighs covered in sand.

His breath caught for a moment.

"He's so diligent about washing her. You can tell he loves her. So lovely... When can we talk to the chief? She's been avoiding us all morning, especially me. Caylan?" She turned her eyes to him.

"Yes, those two... they are... yes, in love. Ahem." Caylan looked at the couple, almost cutting his finger.

"What's going on with you, dear? Where are you? Are you here with me? What are you thinking about?" She sighed, letting out the warm island air, her chest heaving up a little in response.

"I was just thinking about how amazing you'd look on canvas, Mum," Caylan said suddenly. And he was unexpectedly right. "It's so nice here, and it's such a shame I don't have my easel and my paints with me. We'd..."

"Caylan," Adelaide groaned, sitting up and hugging her knees, still sandy from the beach. "You never change. Even on a day like this, you're still thinking about your art."

She pressed her breasts against her knees. Her two globes collided with the top of her legs, pushing her right breast out to the side. He could certainly see her ribs transitioning to her tit beneath the suit. It was another new angle. So many angles of her breasts he'd seen in the last few days. Unbelievable. More than he'd seen in his entire life.

"We've only been here a day and I still can't believe what's happening. All of this." She took a deep breath, fingers brushing through her hair, aware of Caylan's awkward gaze fixed on her sun-kissed feet, half-buried in the sand. Flustered, she shifted uncomfortably, tugging at the edge of her waistband to shield them from his stare."I imagine it must be a little awkward for you, seeing so much of me laid bare. Am I right?"

Caylan didn't make a sound, didn't even nod, he only carefully put the fish aside because he realized he might hurt himself.

"Back home, I always dressed with such modesty--concealed, austere. Only for our drawing sessions did I let myself wear that delicate white neckline. I never did understand why you liked it so much or insisted on painting me in it."

"I... don't quite understand it either," he murmured.

She gave a faint, almost wistful smile. "I was always so particular about what I wore, hiding myself under layers. Your father used to laugh at me for that. He never quite got why I felt the need to keep my femininity so guarded around you."

Her eyes softened with the memory of her husband, and she was quiet for a moment, enjoying the warm morning sea breeze.

"I still can't believe you saw my breasts yesterday. You were never supposed to see them again as an adult. It's just... Of all the terrible things we've endured, that was the last straw. It's as though fate itself is mocking us."

Caylan froze, taking several deep breaths. He stared at the sand. His hipbands felt so tight, they became stifling. He recalled yesterday and recalled how Adelaide's dress came off and in front of him he saw Mum's big beautiful best breasts in the world. Her hard purple nipples, and her soft breasts with skin white and beige like a bright gentle sunset.

He suppressed a groan, stood up and hurried into the jungle.

"Caylan?" asked Adelaide in surprise.

Caylan darted through the tangled vines, weaving between bushes and ducking under overhanging branches. As far away from the shore and Adelaide as possible. Finally, hiding behind a tree, he pulled off his waistband with a groan. His cock sprang free, tearing the waistband off. He couldn't stop himself--he was painfully hard.

"Akgghhhh... What's going on with me?" Caylan nipped his cock, which was begging to be relieved. "I just haven't done this in a long time. Not since the day we ran away. That's all. And then there's Mum's breasts... It's the first breasts I've ever seen, and so close. My sisters would have laughed at me for that."

He nonchalantly pulled on the skin and his mother appeared randomly in his thoughts. He imagined her breasts again, a flood of pleasure rushed through his brain, and Caylan pulled his hand away as if his cock was on fire.

The sensation was terrifying. Doing this? While thinking about his mother's breasts? Maybe that's because he liked them since he was a baby? He likes her boobs too much, more than he probably should.

"This tribe... That's the problem. This tribe of mothers and sons. They somehow got into my head, so we... we need to get out of this tribe soon and look for other help."

He was about to get up, but his cock still wasn't going to let go of him. "I should just... Maybe I'll think about her breasts without thinking about Mum? It's all so wrong, but it's not my fault; they're the first breasts I've ever seen."

He gently circled his cock and tentatively tugged on the skin. The pleasure hit him again, this time he was thinking only about her breasts, of the scene in the hut yesterday. But he was trying to cover up the woman's face. He should just think about boobs, only boobs and nipples.

"Akgghhhhhhhhhhhh." Caylan jerked his cock more actively, again, and again, and again, actively thrusting. He did it vigorously, sharply, seeing only breasts. But despite his will, however, out of the fog of his memories, the woman's face gradually loomed up again. "Ahggghhh...ahhhgghhh.... Mum... NO!"

He stopped and pulled his hands away. "Better stop before I make any terrible mistake."

Caylan hid his cock and hurried back to the shore. Along the way, his cock loosened, burning with internal shame. "You almost finished thinking about her... About Mum... It's almost like... a consanguinity. Oh gosh..."

He felt sad when he saw that Adelaide left her spot. As he looked around the shore, he spotted his mother standing next to a pregnant woman from the tribe. The two were using gestures to bridge their language gap. Adelaide smiled lovingly at the woman's belly. His mother looked even more beautiful in the sunlight than she did in the shade.

She glanced at the young man, a hunter, who approached the pregnant woman, stroked woman's pregnant belly and led her away.

"I need to tell her about tribe's customs. If I don't, someone else will," Caylan thought.

He sat up just as Adelaide rushed toward him, stumbling and falling back into the sand. She gasped for breath as she landed, her breasts heaving.

"Can you believe it? I was completely wrong! This young man isn't her husband; he's her son!" Adelaide exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Caylan was as surprised as she was. "You're... not horrified by it?"

"Horrified? Why should I? Just look at them. Her son loves her deeply and cares for her so much, especially in her condition. He's an incredible son."

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They were given various simple tasks throughout the day while Kanavasi, the chief's younger son, watched them.

"I don't understand. Yesterday, the chief was so gracious, and today we feel like pariahs once more. Did we offend her in some way?" Adelaide asked Caylan. But Caylan wasn't thinking about that. All day, he was focused solely on making sure Adelaide didn't discover the tribe's obvious secret.

They returned to their hut, and Adelaide lay down on a makeshift bed, tired, her belly pressed against it. Caylan could only see her bare, beautifully tanned freckled back.

"Most likely, we were sailing east," she said, burying her face in the feather pillow. "So this must be the Islands that Di'Rose talked about, the one where he sent expeditions for exploration. That means Second Carondale should be far to the south."

"Carondale?" Caylan sat down beside her, trying not to look at her back, at the freckles on her shoulders, at her tiny folds.

"Carondale, Caylan!" his mother said disappointedly, turning her head toward him. "Our main ally. You should have known that if you had studied when we were at home. Your teacher always lamented your lack of focus, complaining that you were lost in your own thoughts instead of engaging with the lessons at hand. Honestly, I never understood his frustration until today."

"What do you mean?"

"I spent the day with some stranger. You were hiding from me, avoiding eye contact, trapped in your own world. Sometimes I would ask a question, and you didn't even notice it, so I didn't dare to repeat it. What was happenning with you today?"

She sounded genuinely disappointed, and it made Caylan's chest ache.

"I'm sorry, Mum. It's just... You... Ahem... There's so much happening. And I'm worried about Dad."

"I know, dear. But that doesn't excuse shutting me out when I need you the most--my son. I'm scared too."

Adelaide buried her face in the pillow, hiding her fear from her son. He felt ashamed.

He didn't know what to say, and he couldn't, as the chief's youngest son burst into the hut.

"Hey, you can't just barge in here." Caylan rose angrily.

"Chief... Wants to see you," Kanavasi stammered, grabbing Caylan's arm and pulling him out of the tent.

"It's okay, Mum. I'll be right back," Caylan told Adelaide as he let himself be led away. A few minutes later, he found himself kneeling again in front of the woman in the green robes. Behind Caylan stood her eldest son, holding a spear and something stuck up his nose, just like yesterday.

"I hear you've been working hard," uttered Ranarelci.

"We don't want to be a burden to you and..."

"Hush," interrupted Ranarelci. "Tell me, Caylan from the Overseas. You asked me not to tell your mother about the customs of our tribe. Tell me, did she see anything today that might have frightened her? Did she see something you are so afraid she will find out? She's had all day to find out."

Caylan rubbed the back of his head. "She saw a couple, but she didn't realize they were...well...lovers. And... No, she didn't see anything like that."

"So if your Mum didn't see anything horrible, even though she spent the whole day among us - then there's nothing horrible about it? She saw only love. Husband and wife. Mother and son."

"But that's wrong," said Caylan.

The chief's eldest son laughed quietly behind his back.

"Who points out what is right and what is wrong?"

"There are certain rules, aren't there?"

"Written by whom?" almost angrily asked Ranarelci. The naivete and denial of the young man sitting before her was starting to bore her, not endear her to him. "Your mother is a fine woman; you've seen it for yourself. And you know it. You are her breeder."

"No, I'm not! In our homeland, blood mating is considered the worst sin you can commit."

"Sin?" asked Ranarelci.

"A sin is something that goes against morality or... well it's... something very bad!"

"So you commit a sin when you look at your mother with lust-hungry eyes?" asked Ranarelci with a smile.

Caylan lowered his head bashfully. "Yes."

She patted his shoulder. The claps were awkward, as if she'd seen someone else do it and was just trying to repeat the comforting gesture. "There's no need to be ashamed of this. We're going to help you, Caylan. I promised help - and we will help. What do you want from us?"

Caylan lifted his head. "There is a kingdom of our allies to the south. Carondale."

"Yes, we know of them. And we know where their envoy is."

"Excellent! Guide us to him and we'll..."

She raised her hand to stop him.

"A child has no place in the jungle. There are things 'scarier' than our tribe out there. No, I will send a hunter, and he will bring Carondale representative here to you. They know these woods-you don't."

Caylan rubbed his hands together nervously. For a second he'd already thought he could leave this weird tribe.

"The rest of the time - you will have to wait. Here, with us, among our customs, if you want to survive. Your Mum has to find out about what's going on here. Sooner or later."

"You don't get it. You don't know her like I do. She'll be scared, furious--she'll think you're totally out of your mind. I'm still trying to wrap my head around all this, and her? My Mum? She'll just run away."

The chief listened in silence. "You didn't think that fate itself had brought you here?" She paused briefly for him to ponder. "We will not oblige you, but understand this: you'll only become a man when you've fathered a child--with a mother or an ordinary woman. For now, you're still just a boy until you prove yourself. We'll give you work so you'll have a purpose."

Ranarelci nodded to her son, and Lakaran, bone piercing his nose, picked up Caylan and carried him out of the hut.

When Caylan returned - Adelaide was already asleep. Her body jerked with sighs, her breasts moving with each deep breath.

"What if it's indeed a fate?" He took a step forward toward her and lowered his head. Caylan could feel the smell coming from her neck and hair. Milk, sweat and something sweet. His head was right above her breasts. In the weak dim light he could faintly make her out, but what he saw he liked. Her skin was pale brown from a fresh tan, with freckles, marks, and veins. Her two breasts were so full, craving either the bite of a child or the touch of a man. He wanted to touch her, to do both, and Caylan lowered his head, kissing his lips over her chest, just below her neck and above where mother's tits began. The touch of his lips against her skin was like an explosion, his brain filled with emotion.

He loved that breasts so much as a child, when he wanted milk. And now he loved her again, or had he always loved her? His cock was hard as a rock again. His ears rang with the overwhelming pleasure.

Caylan fell back on his bed. "We just have to wait until a messenger from Second Carondale shows up. Then everything will be as it was before, that's all." He turned and tried to sleep, though thoughts got in the way. Though Caylan wasn't thinking about Adelaide, his thoughts revolved around the couple on the beach. "Did that son really make his mother pregnant? Is that really possible in nature?"

He lay there, his cock poking out from his waistband. Is mother and son love possible in nature? How could this tribe break rules so easily? Maybe there are no rules then?

Caylan didn't fall asleep until near morning.

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"You've already seen my breasts, honey, and you want to know what my other parts look and feel like?" asked Adelaide. "Making babies feels so good."

"What?"

"Caylan!" Adelaide said, giving his shoulder a gentle shake. His eyes opened, focusing on his mother leaning over him.

"It's morning, sweetheart. Time to get up. You've slept long enough, and... I don't feel right being alone."

As he rubbed his eyes, Adelaide was looking down somewhere else. Caylan realized that his cock was still hard, and it was peeking right out of his stupid waistband. She's looking right at it, at his cock, the tip.

She turned away, acting like she didn't see anything. Caylan tightened his waistband, tired from not getting enough sleep, as he began his day.

They were diligent members of the tribe, helping with chores. Mostly, Caylan worked alone, while Adelaide enjoyed the tribe's way of life. When she heard about the plan with the messenger, she visibly relaxed. To his surprise, life slowly started to feel normal again. The anxiety and fear of the future faded, replaced by a comforting daily routine.

Caylan was cleaning the hide of some animal on the beach, sometimes glancing over at his mother. Standing near the water, bathed in sunlight, she was surrounded by a group of women. They only pretended to understand each other. From their odd gestures, Caylan guessed they were just playing along. "It's unlikely she'll learn anything from them. At least she's happy."

Suddenly, someone hit Caylan in the back. It was Lakanar; the hunter muttered something, hinting that Caylan should get back to work.

"Everything would be fine if it weren't for this guy. He's really getting on my nerves."

As if reading his mind, another hunter spoke up--a younger son of the chief who was working alongside him.

"Lakanar. Angry. Can't do. Children. With. Mother," he said, barely managing to form the sentence.

"Wow, you can actually talk. You're Kanavasi, right? The chief's youngest son?"

Kanavasi nodded. "Lakanar. Not considered a man. In Matrokai Tribe."

"That explains a lot. And you...?"

But Kanavasi walked away, leaving him alone.

"That was strange," Caylan whispered, while Adelaide erupted into laughter, chatting with the women. She made a sweeping gesture with her hands, mimicking the curve of a pregnant belly, before playfully pointing directly at him--Caylan. The women looked over at him, and then exchanged knowing smiles.

They, of course, completely misunderstood her intentions, much to Adelaide's dismay. Caylan flushed deeply, more intensely than he had in a long time. Now these women would think that he and his Mum...

His cock responded again, hard as stone. "I need to get back to work."

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"It was a wonderful day," said Adelaide, settling onto her bed in the hut. "I met so many new people. Honestly, I never imagined I would leave the castle and find myself in a place like this, straight out of a storybook. I want to soak in every moment here while we still can, before we journey south. I'm eager to learn everything there is to know about this tribe." Sweat trickled down her strong, tense neck.

"Maybe that's not the best idea, Mum," Caylan folded his legs together to hide the hard-on that had accompanied him all day.

"The sons here have such a special love for their mothers; that's something I've noticed. It's fascinating, but also a bit... wrong? I guess. They kiss like true couples, like lovers. I don't fully understand it, of course, but it's not my place to judge. And what's even more interesting..." She fixed one of her clothing straps, clearly uncomfortable. Her right breast shifted, the flesh moving as Caylan glimpsed a bit of the pink areola. He pressed his legs together even tighter.

"I've never met a single father, and... No, that's ridiculous... Just a silly thought... Mothers and sons... Nevermind." She looked at him as if only just noticing he was there. Her eyes traveled down Caylan's body, stopping where her son was trying to cover his groin with his legs.

"I wanted to talk about what happened today, dear. I think I realized why you were so distant that day, and even today." She sighed, she felt awkward talking about it. "I realize you're a man. And you're in your adult age, and you're... well, anyway. I saw your... you know, this thing, this morning. Although I shouldn't, as a mother, see it when you're an adult. Anyway, I think we're even, and I think you don't have to hide it from me. It's not like you can control it."

Caylan fell silent, and he frowned. Did he hear that right? His mother was talking about seeing his boner this morning?

Adelaide was sitting, blinking, waiting for some sort of reaction from her son.

"I said you can put your feet down."

Caylan didn't quite know what to do. Could this be some sort of test?

"But that's... You are not supposed to see it, right?"

"I know I shouldn't, Caylan. Believe me, I know. But I have to prioritize your health--and you--above everything else. I can't bear to see you covering yourself because of me every day and avoiding facing me while I pretend everything's fine. If we are planning on surviving the situation we got into, we need to adapt. And we should trust each other. So put your feet down."
Caylan slowly took his hands off his knees and lowered his legs. His hard-on protruded from the waistband. Adelaide's gaze slid over it.

"It's okay. We're not doing anything wrong." She smiled innocently. The whole situation only made his cock swell harder, all the blood going down.

"Can I... Take off my waistband?"

"What? It's unnecessary, no, Caylan. Leave it on."

"It's tight, Mum." He wondered how far he could go. He removed the waistband, releasing his cock, and Adelaide covered her eyes with her hands.

"CAYLAN!"

"You said you cared about my health. I'm sorry, but I'm sick of this waistband. It's too uncomfortable and it's pinching me! There's not enough space."

He stared at her, practically naked, his cock turned in her direction. It was an intoxicating thrill to break the rules. He was naked right in front of his mother, hard as rock.

"That smell," whispered Adelaide, but he heard it. She slowly removed the first one, then the other hand from her face. Adelaide's eyes examined her son's big cock, with interest and mute concealing excitement. What was it about his cock that attracted her?

His cock twitched with exhilaration, at Caylan's realization that she was watching, not just watching. She was eagerly watching. It was like a dream.

"This is too much, Caylan, and it is unacceptable. It's definitely crossing the lines and boundaries of what's allowed. You can't just put your thing out in front of me like that." Her cheeks flushed thickly. "If you'd done something like that in the castle - I'd have spanked you so hard you wouldn't have been able to sit down for a year."

She looked back and forth at him and his cock.

"Isn't the way mothers and sons kiss here a crossing of lines? But when I say I'm tight and sore in this waistband, that's a crossing of lines. It's not like I'm forcing you to watch."

"Watch your tone, young man," Adelaide said, looking furious. It seemed she already regretted ever suggesting he stop hiding. "The fact that they kiss--that's normal for them, but we can't do that."

"Why? If I want to kiss my mother on the lips and express my love - what's wrong with that? Why can't I do that?"

"Because we're not them! We are not savages!" Adelaide waved her finger as if reprimanding. She was still red, and red blotches began to cover her breasts, which quivered and moved with every nervous breath. "There are rules, Caylan."

"What rules? Why can't I just kiss you like I want without any implication? Just a kiss for my Mum."

"I think that's going too far. You want to kiss me on the lips? I'm your mother, Caylan!"

"There's nothing wrong with that. Look." He stood, naked, and walked over to her, his cock just below the level of her head.

"Don't you dare!"

But he dared. Caylan took her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers. He no longer knew what he was doing. It was a brief, gentle kiss--a peck. He felt the warmth of her soft mother's plump gorgeous lips, the scent, and the taste of her skin. It was magnificent. So sweat, so... thrilling. Amazing.

Finally, he pulled back, as flushed as she was.

"See? There's nothing wrong with that. I love you, Mum. It is just a kiss."

Adelaide carefully wiped her lips. "You just can't listen to me, can you? Stubborn, just like your father. Get that thing away from my face." She gestured toward his cock, her finger almost touching the pink tip. "Under different circumstances, you'd be punished for life for something like this, Caylan."

"Sorry, Mum." Caylan's legs trembled. The kiss pleased him far more than he had expected or thought it would. Was it just a kiss between mother and son? No, it wasn't.

He sat on the bed. A dull ache lingered in his testicles, and his arousal intensified, twitching, eager to release everything pent up inside.

"You have such sweet lips..." She said. "Gods, what am I even saying? We'll discuss your behavior tomorrow. I'm too tired."

She lay back against him, her two large ass halves wrapped in green pieces of clothing peeking out for him. He examined them avidly, noticing the remnants of sand, the abrasions, every detail, every pore. Her thighs were so big, so thick, and so sexy.

Making sure his mother was asleep, Caylan neatly moved the skin on his cock. One movement was enough. He was showered from head to toe with pleasure, hot steaming water. His feet, his thighs, his legs shook and he released a powerful stream directly onto the floor. His eyes kept looking only at her ass, her back. In front of his eyes were her breasts and Adelaide's motherly, clear, beautiful face.

"Akgghhhhhh...Mum," he whispered without a sound. He shuddered, from pleasure and shame. He thought about their kiss, and finally the torrents of pleasure subsided. He never felt so good doing this before. Did it have anything to do with the fact that he was thinking at that moment about her? About his own mother?

"You're crazy, Caylan."

CHAPTER 4. ITCH

In the morning, the hut was empty, and Adelaide was nowhere to be seen--neither outside nor within the tribe

She must be angry about yesterday. But it was just a kiss. Yes, my... dick was very close to her face, but... Damn, you went too far, Cay. She's your mother.

He wandered through the people, huts, and trees, trying to blend in. Children gathered around, messing around with him and trying to touch Caylan. He smiled, but when they ran off, he turned and saw Lakanar. The chief's son had his usual bone in his nose and a spear in hand.

"You not allowed. To walk free. In my tribe," he growled.

"Didn't know I was a prisoner."

Lakanar thrust his jaw forward in anger and scowled. It was clear he didn't understand what the word "prisoner" meant. He pressed his spear against Caylan.

"One. More. Word. And you--die," Lakanar said.

This guy really doesn't like me, Caylan thought, eyeing the sharp tip of the spear nervously. Someone else approached from behind. A stranger, a hunter, appeared in front of Caylan and knocked Lakanar's spear away with his own.

The chief's younger son, Kanavasi, stood next to Caylan and hissed something to his older brother. Caylan witnessed a brief argument between the two brothers but couldn't understand a word of it. Lakanar barked angrily, but Kanavasi didn't flinch. The youngest brother gripped the spear so tightly it looked like he was waiting for a chance to attack and kill his older brother. Finally, Lakanar spat at their feet and walked off toward the chief's hut.

"Looks like you saved me. Thanks. What did you tell him?" Caylan asked, meeting Kanavasi's dark eyes, both of them standing at the same height.

"I told him... you're with me. He wants you dead. Don't go anywhere alone," Kanavasi muttered.

"Yeah, I figured that out. You two don't get along, do you?"

Kanavasi stayed quiet, turning to leave.

"You don't like that he loves your mother, do you?" Caylan blurted out before Kanavasi could walk away.

"No, I don't," Kanavasi replied, continuing to walk as Caylan quickly followed.

"So, you're helping me just to get back at him? Look, I'm trying to find my mother. Do you know where she is?" Caylan rushed to catch up with him. Kanavasi snorted and motioned for Caylan to follow.

They reached a quieter part of the shore, farther than where Caylan and Adelaide had been sitting for the past few days. Here, the water was calm and clear, and couples were everywhere. Men washed their wives' bodies, held them close, and enjoyed the water.

Adelaide watched the scene with some sadness, trying not to disturb the ritual. She waded into the water, enjoying its coolness, her green clothes clinging to her as she went in up to her waist.

Kanavasi vanished while Caylan continued to watch his mother.

Adelaide glanced toward the beach, but she didn't spot him in the crowd. He blended in easily, hiding behind the tall hunters and pregnant women. He slipped toward the water, approaching her like a hunter stalking its prey. Adelaide gazed at the horizon, likely thinking about home and the life they left behind.

His hands closed around her waist while she was underwater.

"Caylan?" She turned her head, noticing his shoulders, arms, but not his face. He pressed his chest against her wet, warm, sun-kissed back. She smelled of salty water.

"Hi. Sorry for yesterday, Mum. I acted like a fool," he said, resting his chin on her shoulder. The water was so warm and azure.

"I... I'm not angry, it's just... Listen, you're too close." She tried to unhook his arms to push him away a little. Caylan removed his hands and swam back just a bit.

"I'm not angry, well, I am, but not too much. You really messed up with that kiss," she said and turned fully toward him. The water, along with the sun's rays, played over her breasts, rising and falling.

He nodded, pretending to be embarrassed, but his eyes drifted to the others in the water.

"Here, sons love their mothers so much. Still think they're savages?" Caylan said.

Adelaide watched as pairs of young men embraced their mothers, kissing their hands, backs, necks, and lips. Some even kissed pregnant bellies. Caylan noticed most of the women were topless.

"Maybe we're the savages, and we should learn something from them?"

Adelaide snorted and didn't answer. Caylan swam closer and placed his hands on his mother's waist, gently hugging her. However, she pulled away so that her breasts wouldn't touch his chest.

"You are too close, dear."

"We're not in a castle, Mum," Caylan said. Adelaide looked at him and, with a sigh, gave in. She leaned into him, resting her hands on his neck, and they both enjoyed the water in silence.

"Maybe you're right. I'm sorry for acting foolishly, but I still won't let you kiss me. Understood? It's just not okay!" She cupped his cheek and playfully pinched it, treating him like a child.

"Yes, of course. Ouch," Caylan said awkwardly, his cheek pinched. He held her like a man, around the waist and ribs. Even through the water, his fingers could feel her body, her motherly warmth.

"I ran off this morning because I was scared to see... you without the waistband again." Adelaide shyly rested her head on his shoulder, her hair brushing Caylan's chin. "I regretted even offering it... and in the end, I was scared."

"You were scared of me?"

"No, silly, not of you. I was just afraid of how much yesterday might change things between us."

She pressed even closer to his body with her boobs, as she wrapped her arms around him. They embraced tightly, and Caylan couldn't stop smiling. He felt her breasts. He was touching her, not with his hands, but with his body, with his skin, pressing against her. Caylan ran his hand down her back, as the water gently pushed them, moving them forward and back.

"I have no one left, dear. We are all alone, and I need you so much," Adelaide whispered, her voice slightly choked with tears.

"I'm here with you, Mum."

Caylan kissed her on the cheek. Once, twice, three times, slowly moving closer to mother's sweet plump lips.

But Adelaide pulled her head away, a smile never leaving her face. "Enough. You're just like your father." Adelaide's small but strong palms pushed him away. "I need to go to the shore. I've been in the water too long."

"But, I wanted to wash you. Like the others do, Mum." Caylan could barely hide his disappointment. He also had a very hard and big boner.

"No, this definitely won't happen, bye," Adelaide said, running her hand over her cheek where his saliva still lingered. She smiled and walked to the shore. Caylan couldn't take his eyes off her tanned ass, which appeared above the water. She moved elegantly, her hips swaying left and right, and he watched them, mesmerized.

"She so gorgeous. Damn. I wish she wasn't my Mum. My parents got married out of necessity, but I can understand how Dad fell in love with her. It's impossible not to love her."

Adelaide stopped when several hunters surrounded her. Caylan noticed the chief; Ranaelchi was on the beach this whole time as well. She approached Adelaide, said something, and together they headed toward the jungle.

"What are they doing?" Caylan hurried to the shore after them, but just as he got close, a group of hunters blocked his path near the chief's hut. He circled around, looking for a way to listen in on what was happening inside. Finally, he found a spot.

"You have a wonderful son." Through the cracks in the hut's walls, Caylan caught the chief's quiet voice.

"Well, uhmmm... Thank you," Adelaide responded. "Caylan is very smart, and he's really a great son. It's just that... sometimes, he can be a bit too stubborn for his own good."

"He loves you," said Ranaelchi after a brief pause.

"And I love him. I'm sorry, I just... feel a bit awkward. In your tribe, sons seem to love their mothers so openly. They take care of them, kiss them... but I've never really seen fathers."

There was another pause. Ranaelchi was breathing nervously, while Adelaide, not understanding the cause of the pause, ran her hands through her wet hair.

"Our sons truly love their mothers. You shouldn't feel awkward."

Caylan couldn't tell what was happening next, but he heard Adelaide gasp, nearly shouting, "What are you doing!?"

"I want to help you take off that outfit," Ranaelchi's voice was calm, yet firm. "You must be uncomfortable in it."

"Well... yes, but I can't just take it off and walk around naked! Though I'd really like to."

"Why?" Ranaelchi asked, genuinely curious.

Adelaide sighed, as if embarrassed. "Because there are men here..."

"Men have wives. You do not attract our men."

"I can't walk around without clothes because of my son, alright? Maybe it's fine for you, but not for us. Caylan shouldn't see my breasts, that's all."

"Why?" the chief asked again.

"Because... because I'm a woman, and he's a man. HE shouldn't see my breasts, do you understand?" Adelaide panted with anger, trying unsuccessfully to hide it. If it were anyone else in front of her, and not the chief who had taken them in during their hard time, she would have caused a real scene. She might even have hit someone. "We have our own rules. And according to these rules, my son shouldn't see my private parts."

"Your rules violate nature itself, Adelaide. Your son has seen your breasts."

Adelaide silently gasped in horror. "How do you kn..."

Caylan tried to look inside and found a barely-there hole. His mother was sitting with her back to him, unfortunately. Ranaelchi pulled off Adelaide's chest garments, exposing her breasts, and tossed the green clothes aside.

"Your son saw these breasts when he was born. Your son suckled your breast. Caylan nursed from you, drank your milk. And now you say that by your rules he can't see your breasts?"

"That was before, years ago. He's not like that now..." Adelaide lowered her head peering at her tits and purple hard nipples. Caylan could only see her back.

"He's not your son anymore? Your breasts are his mother's. He has the right to see them, and there's nothing wrong with that. He will always see your breasts as his mother's." Ranaelchi handed her a new clothes. "If there are rules getting in the way of your love, how can it be real?"

Adelaide took the clothes and fumbled as she tried to tie it. "I think I've heard enough," she said, breathless. She stood up quickly and rushed to the leave.

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Caylan waited for a moment and then followed her into their tent at the edge of the tribe.

"Mum? Is everything okay?" He looked at her sitting by the bed. Besides her new clean clothes, there were several beautiful but unusual amulets made of vines, tree bark, stones, and other things around her neck. Caylan apparently didn't notice these amulets in the tent because she was sitting with her back to him.

"What's that around your neck?" Caylan asked with a smile. "You look like a sea queen."

"Hmm? This?" She picked up one of the amulets. "I... I was with the chief." She glanced at Caylan awkwardly. "She gave this to me when we entered. She said I became part of the tribe and made a first big step of accepting my breeder. Whatever that means. Do I look silly in this?"

"No, it suits you." Caylan couldn't hold back a smile. "You look... feminine. Like a queen."

"Like a queen? I highly doubt that. Your father would mock me for this, but I only keep them on out of respect for the tribe and their hospitality."

Caylan sat down across from her to hide his growing cock. Or maybe he should have let her see it?

"Alister would have suggested you draw me like this." Adelaide raised her hands, touching her hair and lifting it up. She moved as if posing, first showing one side, then the other, with her arms raised. Caylan could see her armpits and how her breasts lifted with her arms. Her amulets swayed, brushing against her breasts. "Remember when he told you to draw me naked? Your father is like a kid in an adult's body."

His hard-on grew a little more, bulging slightly, but he didn't bother hiding it. And Adelaide didn't appear to be paying attention. She laughed lowering her hands. "I'm sorry; I don't mean to embarrass you. You're blushing so much, sweetie."

His cheeks were really burning. "Glad you're having fun."

Caylan reflected on the time he spent drawing her, nearly completing his mother's portrait. Those sessions helped me see parts of my mum I couldn't access before, allowed me to appreciate her body, look at her without feeling judged, and get closer to her. But at the time, I didn't realize how much I wanted to be closer. Now, I'm not sure I fully understand it either.

"I remember you talked about prisoners from the Pit back at the castle. Dad said they seek revenge, but didn't say for what. You interrupted him. Why did they attack our home, Mum?"

Adelaide played with her amulets, using one hand to trace along the vines, seaweed, and small stones.

"I don't think that matters now. Let's just say, Second Carondale used to be simply Carondale until your father and our kingdom got involved." Adelaide stared into the emptiness, her pupils dilating as some memories and scenes from the past filled her mind.

"Mum?"

Her heart beat faster. "Sorry, it's all this silly clothing." She pressed her boobs so hard it seemed like she was about to tear off her new outfit. Caylan stared in surprise as she touched herself, as she squeezed her breasts. Adelaide paused, deep in thought.

"Caylan, darling. What if I... walked without clothes? I know I was really angry when you saw my private parts, but it's just me and my chest, your mother's. There's nothing wrong with that, there are a lot of women here who go around without outfit, and all other sons absolutely don't care. I'm so sick of these clothes. After all you are the closest person to me here so why am I...Is it... Are you getting hard right now?" She looked down at his groin, where the boner was now more than just slightly bulging. It was clearly seen. And yes it was getting bigger with each of her word.

"No, Mum," Caylan barely found his voice. "It was like that, you just didn't notice. I can hide it again if you want."

"It's so silly and awkward," Adelaide rubbed her eyes. "No need, we agreed you wouldn't hide it. Just wear the band, and don't take it off. I think I'll just wear clothes too. It makes me feel calmer."

Adelaide nervously rubbed her clothes while Caylan continued to blush.

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In the evening, the tribe gathered by the fire for the ceremony. One of the hunters stood up, ready to choose a woman as his wife. This time, it was hunter's mother. Again. The woman looked confused and a bit scared, but in the end, she accepted her son's choice and kissed him in front of the Matrokai tribe.

Adelaide sat next to Caylan, scratching at her skin. The new clothes caused a rash, and she kept rubbing her stomach, chest, and neck. Kanavasi sat beside them, with the chief at the other end of the circle.
"Can I ask? Why do your mothers so reluctantly accept their hunter sons' decisions? I thought that's the whole point in your tribe--that they wait for their son to choose them as wives." He asked Kanavasi, carefully explaining each word so that chief's son would understand him.

"Yes, mothers wait. Every mother, a young girl who has gotten together with a man, expects to create the perfect son who can give her many children. The perfect breeder. But... when time passes, they begin to fear. Because they raised their son as a son. And now the son...by choice...has to become her breeder. Some mother find it a little scary... Discomfort. But it passes. Breeding Mother is natural."

"Natural? But didn't you say you didn't like the fact that your older brother and your Mum... Well it's... Like you said. Trying to procreate to no avail."

"I don't like it." Kanavasi looked into Caylan's eyes.

"Because you think it's a little wrong too? A son and a mother..."

"Because Kanavasi would give the mother many children, a large offspring. But I am the youngest son, not the oldest." Kanavasi turned back to the brazier with clear disappointment, watching enviously as the other hunters chose their mothers as wives and kissed them. "My destiny is to mate with young girls so that their sons will then choose them as wives."

Caylan sighed and looked at Adelaide. Adelaide looked at him, completely unaware of what was going on in his head. She was still bothered by that itch.

"I'm tired of this. Enough!" Adelaide stood up and nearly ran toward their hut, disappearing into the darkness.

"Mum?" Caylan slowly stood up and, trying not to attract attention, hurried after her. His eyes adjusted to the dim light, and the sight of Adelaide stopped him dead in his tracks. She stood with her back to him, but it was the way she was standing--half-naked, torn fabric in her hands--that sent a shock through him. Her bare skin, soft and smooth in the faint glow, glistened with the slightest sheen of perspiration. She tried to hide her boobs with her hands, though all she could cover were her nipples. Her hair fell over her chest, covering part of it.

"Don't look, Caylan. I... this awful clothing. There's something wrong with it, I swear. I won't wear it again, no way. I miss my dresses so much." She wore nothing above her waist, her hands modestly covering her breasts--though it was clear they could do little to shield her from his gaze. "I just want to feel like myself again."

Caylan tried to hide how flushed his cheeks were, his cock literally jutting out from behind his wasitband. He should say something. He was on the verge of having her show him her breasts, he could see them if he said the right thing.

"Why are you... trying to hide them?" he asked, the words slipping out before he could stop them. Instantly, he regretted it, mentally cursing himself. He braced himself for her to snap, to shove him away in anger. But instead, Adelaide's response was far more unexpected. She shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, her eyes darting to the ground as her breath hitched slightly.

"I... I can't let you see them. You're my son, I can't let you see... but I can't put these vines back on." She cast a glance downward at the shredded remnants of her clothing. Caylan, drawn by her, took a slow step closer.

"I am, after all, your son, the closest person to you. If I can't see your breasts, who can? They're just breasts, I don't care about them. All I care about is that you're feeling comfortable, do you understand?"

He guided her hands down, his eyes never leaving hers.

Adelaide's breath caught as she met his intense eyes, her pulse quickening. "Are you sure... you don't mind?"

"It's just a breasts, Mum. Just a breasts." Caylan fought the urge to shudder, his body on the edge of surrender. He looked down.

There they were--her boobs, perfectly exposed, right in front of him. The soft curves, kissed by the sun, a deep tan fading into the delicate, milky lines left by her suit. He could see every tiny detail, from the silken texture of her skin to the faint, enticing freckles scattered across her breasts. Her purple nipples, so tempting.

His mother was standing in front of him with naked boobs. Her face unbothered, unlike the last time.

She let him watch, gave him free rein to savor every inch of her.

"Mum... I... it's..." Caylan's breath hitched, the words stuck in his throat, barely able to form.

"Yes, dear?" Adelaide smirked, a slow smile curving at the corner of her lips. With a subtle shift, she tucked her hands behind her back, arching her breasts forward ever so slightly, her posture inviting him to take in every detail.

"It's... They're... Just perfect. I loved them as a child. And it's just a breasts, just my mother's breast. Nothing bad happened, see? You have perfect bosom, Mum."

"Please don't say that," she whispered. "It feels strange to hear it from you, and besides, I know you're not being honest. My breasts... they're not what you think. They're sagging, they've changed with time."

"You have perfect breasts, Mum!"

There was something in his tone, something that made her breath hitch, leaving her with no choice but to believe him.

"Thank you, sweetie," she said, blushing. "I feel... strange. But more than that, I feel... free. I guess you were right all along. Nothing bad happened. And chief was right too--it's just a body, my body, one you've seen before... when you were a baby, when you fed from me."

She touched a nipple with her hand. Caylan's gaze locked onto her boobs, hungry. He watched every detail, every vein, every curve. He wanted to touch them so much. He squeezed a finger on the other hand behind his back to quell electric pulse surging through his veins.

"Caylan?" Adelaide tried to intercept his gaze. "Hey, I'm here. I don't like the way you look at them... Like a man..."

"Like a son. Are you sure you're feeling better?"

"Yes, I feel better. And I'd feel better if you wouldn't stare at my breasts so much."

"Sorry." Caylan looked up at the ceiling and then into Adelaide's eyes, holding back from staring. "Can I hug you?"

Adelaide rolled her eyes. A swarm of thoughts raged in her head, everything happened so fast she didn't know how to react to it all. Her son... her Caylan... seeing her, almost nude, exposed in a way she never imagined. The reality of it hit her like a wave, leaving her breathless.

Without thinking, her arms shot out, pulling him into a tight embrace, her tits pressing against his chest as she whispered, "My husband... he's probably gone. My little girls... I don't even know what's happening to them. You're all I have left, my baby. And here I am, acting like a fool... saying things I shouldn't. I'm sorry, Caylan. I'm so sorry for the way I've been. I love you."

Caylan, his mind spinning, pressed his face gently against Adelaide's neck, his body craving her warmth. She was a bit taller. Her soft nipples, breasts, so inviting, pressed tightly against his body. That touch stirred something primal inside him.

In that moment, Caylan managed to position himself just right to get his hard-on between her legs. The sensation almost made him lose control. Adelaide, breathless, brought his face closer to her sexy red sweaty neck. Her other hand threaded through her son's hair..

"My baby, my son. I love you so much."

Now the thoughts were bubbling in Caylan's head as well. He discreetly lowered his eyes down, noticing the curves of her breasts and how they touched his chest muscles.

"I love you too, Mum." Caylan put his hands on her bare back, feeling the roughness yet tenderness of her skin. He squeezed her, pulling his Mum even tighter against him so he could feel her breasts even more. Her nipples rested firmly against his body. It was incredible. It was insanely incredible. He wished he could squeeze her like this forever.

"You're smothering me, sweetheart," Adelaide whispered.

Caylan savored the last few seconds of this amazing embrace and let her go.

The best hug of his life.

"You have a very strong grip," she whispered, her breath catching as she cupped his face in her hands. "I want our love to be as unshakable and pure as the bond between mothers and sons in this tribe."

"I...want it too," Caylan looked into her eyes. "To be like them. I love you, Mum."

"I love you too, my dear." She pressed her lips to his cheek, tender and slow, like one kisses a baby when putting it to sleep. It was a long, sweet kiss, with a bit of saliva left on his cheek. Caylan, lost in the pull of his emotions, leaned forward, his lips brushing Adelaide's neck. Her skin, her muscles, her neck were so sweet. Adelaide gasped in surprise.

"Caylan?" she chuckled with breathless laugh, feeling the warmth on her neck. He kissed her neck and veins, his lips desperately seeking hers, but Adelaide's hand came up to his face and gently pushed him away. "Everything has its limits... and every love, its boundaries."

She let go of him, her neck glowing from his saliva, and she walked out of the hut, touching her thigh to his boner just a little. Caylan was left standing alone, he was breathing hard as if after a long run.

"The hottest woman in the world. And she's my mother."
Exile of the Crown Pt. 03
Queen and prince son are getting close on a stranded island.
CHAPTER 5. COCONUT JUICE

Over the next morning, Caylan watched as more and more women accepted Adelaide into their group. She moved among them, her bare breasts now blending with theirs.

"They think your mother's finally accepted you as her breeder," Kanavasi said, his gaze lingering as the women laughed and guided Adelaide's hands to their swollen bellies.

Kanavasi turned, but Caylan was gone. He glanced around and spotted him hiding behind a tree, peering at the women and specifically at his own mother.

Less likely, hiding behind the tree, she would notice him peering at her sweet pink soft nipples. Mum's nipples weren't hard at all because of the warm weather, but so attractive, as were her entire breasts, large, the size of his head. It hovered over the ground, and shook every time Adelaide laughed, raising a hand to cover her mouth. Each thrust of her breasts made him shudder and blush. It felt like something inside him exploded or burst, filling his blood with honey.

Kanavasi turned with a smirk, blocking the view. "Looks like the itching plan worked."

"What do you mean?" Caylan asked, distracted.

"My mother. Used itching to... to make your mother stop wearing clothes. Now you can love her."

"I... umm... " Caylan was still hiding behind the tree, giving his hard-on time to loosen up a bit. "Thanks to your mother of course, but I love my Mum as it is... I'm not her... breeder."

"You. Are. Strange. You are her only son but you refuse to be with her," Kanavasi said, eyeing Caylan from head to toe. Well, eyeing part of Caylan that he could see. "I want you to join me in my hunt. Come, or stay here and hide all day."

Kanavasi, without waiting for an answer, headed into the jungle. Caylan sighed and followed. He glanced back one last time at his mother. Adelaide was laughing, surrounded by women who offered her amulets. Her breasts were now covered by a mix of colorful beads, twigs, flowers, seaweed, and pearls.

Why consanguinity is bad?

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Prince Caylan sat at his desk in the royal library, surrounded by rows of ancient books and scrolls. The soft afternoon light streamed through the tall stained-glass windows, painting colorful patterns on the marble floor.

Adelaide stood by the window, her amber eyes watched over him.

"Don't get distracted, Caylan. We're not done with today's lesson. Finish your reading, and then you can go play with your sisters. Or, if you'd like, we could visit the forest again, but only if you work very hard." She smiled for a moment, her dimples showing, but then her face returned to the stern look of a strict teacher.

"Mum," Caylan asked, looking up from his scroll. "Why did Uncle Darst lose his claim to the throne?"

Adelaide made a long sigh. "You've heard the rumors, haven't you?"

Caylan nodded. "He married his niece. I just thought is it really that terrible to marry family?"

A long silence followed, the only sound the soft rustling of the wind outside. Adelaide's face softened for a moment, but her voice remained steady.

"That's just how the world works. And also some traditions are there to protect our kingdom, Caylan," she said. "The royal bloodline must remain pure. Marrying within the family, especially close family, is just bad, Caylan. A taboo."

She walked over, standing behind him. Her hands moved through his light brown hair, her fingers gently scratching his scalp. Caylan relaxed under Adelaide's touch.

"There are things, rumors, for which you are still too young, sweetie. Even I know little about them. Your father once told me that blood mixing can be a path to dark magic."

Caylan opened his mouth in surprise though he really enjoyed the scalp massage. She had long nice fingers.

"We wouldn't want a wicked sorcerer to take the throne, would we?" Adelaide leaned down, meeting his eyes. "These are just rumors, my dear. Don't be afraid. But do you understand that loving family members in that way is wrong?"

Caylan nodded solemnly.

"Good boy," she said with a soft smile. "Now, give Mommy a kiss." She tapped her cheek with her finger.

Caylan gladly brought his lips to kiss her pale, warm, sweet skin. He loved kissing his mommy so much.

"Mmm... My sweet boy."

"I love you, Mum," he said as always.

"And I love you, my dear," she replied, as she always did. Her cheek seemed to glow from his kiss.

"Today we'll finish early," she said, stepping back. "Go play."

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"You're good... with bow, Cray-Laugh." Kanavasi and Caylan were dragging several boar carcasses behind them, while Kanavasi also carried a handful of colorful herbs.

"My name is Caylan," he corrected, a small grin tugging at his lips. "But yeah, thanks. I spent a lot of time hunting in the forests of Aetherfall. My mother and I used to ride out together, though she never quite liked it when I took down game. She's a peaceful soul, always more in tune with the quiet beauty of nature."

They were hauling boars when, suddenly, Ranraelci appeared before them. The people around were amazed by Kanavasi and Caylan's impressive catch. Caylan felt like a confident victor, but Kanavasi nervously watched his mother.

"We... brought... food. Caylan, great hunter. And I brought plants for the Water of Life," Kanavasi said in Caylan's language for some reason, though he was talking to his chief-mother. His eyes were on her as he offered the colorful herbs.

Ranarelci's expression didn't change. She said something in their native tongue, her tone clearly angry. Kanavasi stepped closer, his voice taking on an unusual tone, intense, almost fervent, as if he were confessing love. He pointed at the boars and then moved even closer. His lips reached toward hers, just upward toward her face, but she pushed him away, grabbed the plants for Water of Life, and walked off.

"She seems upset," Caylan said.

"She despises me." Kanavasi sighed. "You're the eldest son. You can have your mother. But you don't... I don't understand." And with that, Kanavasi walked away, leaving Caylan alone with the boars.

Caylan shrugged and dragged the carcasses back to his hut. He headed to the water to keep looking for food, adjusting his makeshift net. They need fish. He thought about how he kissed Adelaide, how he loved her breasts.

She's the most gorgeous woman and she's my mother. Life is cruel sometimes. I must be the unluckiest guy ever.

He was busy with fish and didn't notice Adelaide appear behind him.

"Caylan?" she called. Her neck was adorned with amulets, flowers woven into her hair. Her charms covered her bare tits, swaying slightly as she moved. In one hand, she held a coconut, sipping casually, her eyes locked on him.

"Uhhh. Hi, Mum... You look unusual," Caylan smirked.

"I've become pretty popular for some unknown reason," she said, taking another sip. She was acting a bit awkward. "This coconut juice is amazing. It's tangy, salty, and so addictive. It's just perfect for me."

"You know, I never asked, but why is your sense of taste so sharp, anyway?"

"Not sure," she replied, gazing at the sea. "Probably runs in the family. When you're from a bloodline with as many kings and queens as mine, you learn to savor every detail, especially when it's life or death. Poison detection has its perks. Guess that's why I taste everything a little... sharper. It sharpened my palate. But the best part? Wine hits me harder."

She giggled and took another sip, her eyes flicking to him as he worked. "You know," she murmured, "the women around here seemed really impressed with you. Now I'm starting to see why. Bringing back all that food? Pretty impressive."

"My skills with the bow came in handy, Mother."

He froze, feeling her fingers on his back and neck. "You kissed my neck so tenderly when we... were doing that thing yesterday," she whispered. Her voice was so sensual and slow. A sultry blend of heat. He turned around while she was still rubbing his hair with her long fingers. She used to do that when he was a little boy.

Adelaide's breasts were obscured by the amulets, but he thought he could see part of her right nipple.

"I wanted to talk to you," Adelaide began, her voice trembling as she looked away. "Yesterday, when we were hugging and you... saw me naked, something inside me shifted. For a moment, it all hit me, the weight of everything. My husband is probably gone. My daughters too. I've lost so much. You're the only one I have left, Caylan."

She gently moved her hand from the back of Caylan's neck to his chest, trailing her long, soft, and damp fingers along each muscle, shoulder and along his strong belly. Her other hand still held the coconut.

"But I still let myself be rude, angry at you, the way I always was when we were back at home. I was angry when you just wanted to kiss me or... When you talked about how you cared about my comfort and you didn't mind me not wearing tribe's garments... you put me first, and I let those old rules and fears take over. Ranarelci was so right, it's all so meaningless now. She's a wise woman. They know more than we do. There's nothing wrong with kissing with my big baby, and you seeing my bare breasts...Ummm...Caylan." She looked down, her eyebrow high." Do you have a boner now or did you have one before?"

"Ohh... Well. It was before. You just didn't notice." He lied.

She smiled, her lips curving with a hint of mischief, almost laughing. "See? I've changed so much; I would never be able to ask something like that before. I'm standing here, completely bare before you, and yet I feel safe. So free. No more boundaries, no more restrictions. We've grown distant over the last few years, but it feels like destiny brought us to this tribe, doesn't it?"

"I guess." Caylan gulped. He had an incredible hard-on. And the thought that she could see him and not care made his blood burn fiery. Her slender fingers continued to massage his muscles, and he couldn't help but wish they would go lower, to massage his most favourite muscle.

"These people, they love each other so purely, so deeply, as a mother and son should," Adelaide continued. "And now, they're inviting us to understand that kind of connection, to grow from it. It's beautiful." She stepped closer, her breath warm as she whispered, "I want to hug you. Let me hold you, dear."

She, with the coconut in her hand, hugged Caylan slowly and gently, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. Her cheek touched his face, her hair enveloping his eyes, his nose. He wanted to drown in her lush, beautiful hair. Her nipples made contact with his chest through the amulets. And his cock touched Adelaide's leg.

"I love you, Mum," he whispered.

"I love you too, my dear." Adelaide smiled, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment.

Caylan grabbed her so she couldn't break free or escape, his lips trailing up the smooth curve of her neck, pressing into her skin just above the swell of Adelaide's big full breasts. He kissed her skin, soft, freckled, and impossibly sweet. Her breath caught as his mouth left a fiery trail, each kiss igniting a spark that made her shiver.

He kissed her again, this time higher, his lips leaving damp imprints that made her pulse quicken. Her grip around his back loosened with each loving kiss.

"Ughhhh... No... What are you...mmm...doing...dear...akgghhhh." She covered her eyes, drowning in his tender kisses. "Aghhhh, Caylan. Stop it... Right...ughhh... now."

He continued to hold her tightly in his arms, kissing Mum's chin. The coconut finally fell out of her hands, falling into the sand, the white liquid spilling out. Her hands gently cupped his head as he showered her with kisses.

"Akgghhhhhh, Mommy," he whispered unable to possess with emotion. Adelaide's breath hitched, her lips parted as she gasped for air. Caylan, winding his hands in the thick, luxurious curls of his beloved mother's hair, tried to pull her closer. His lips brushed against her cheek, teasing her nose, skimming the edge of her lips. His touch was getting dangerously closer to Adelaide's lips, until the distance between their mouths was almost nothing, just a whisper away from the kiss he craved.

His heart raced wildly, but everything came to an abrupt halt. The last remnants of her consciousness urged Adelaide to act, and she yanked Caylan away.

Then came the slap. A hard, resounding smack across his face.

Adelaide didn't say a word. She gasped for air, her chest rising and falling, the amulets shaking with each breath. She looked at Caylan, disappointment written all over her face. Deep disappointment, and it made him feel so ashamed.

Without a word, Adelaide turned and hurried back into the jungle.

Caylan stood there by the water, his heart heavy, a painful itch in his cheek.

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Adelaide nervously fiddled with the amulets as she sat in the chief's hut - the place hunters had taken her as soon as she returned to the settlement. The events on the beach still weighed heavily on her, and her wrist throbbed a little.

Ranarelci finally entered and sat down across from her.

"How are things between you and Caylan?" she asked. Adelaide avoided her gaze, looking anywhere but at chief's eyes.

"It's complicated. I'm trying to understand how you love, but some things... they scare me. Like how your sons kiss their mothers. Sometimes it makes me uneasy."

"There's nothing wrong with that. Kisses have no boundaries."

"I don't think I agree with that."

"Mother and son's love has no boundaries."

"With all due respect, I don't agree with that either." Adelaide paused before asking, "Would you mind if I ask where your husband is? Kanavasi and Lakanar's father? I never met him."

"Lakanar killed him. They had disagreements, and Lakanar took his place."

Adelaide paused, looking at Ranarelci with a strange expression and a hint of disgust.

"You mean that... Lakanar is your husband now?"

"Lakanar is my son," the chief answered calmly.

The two women just stared at each other.

"Huh. I'm sorry, just for a second I thought that he... and you... Forget it." Adelaide stammered, searching for the right words. Ranarelci raised an eyebrow and handed her a coconut.

"Would you like more juice?"

"Yes, I suppose," Adelaide answered, trying to avoid the awkwardness.

"Let's go back to Caylan. So you don't want to kiss your son like the mothers in our tribe do?"

"Kissing me is something only my husband, Alistair, does. But even he has never kissed me the way you do in your tribe. The way mothers kiss their sons." Adelaide took a sip of coconut water.

"Is it because of your homeland rules again?"

"I don't think it's about rules. It's more about common sense. I would never allow Caylan to kiss me inappropriately. He's my son, not my lover."

"And has this distance helped you? Are you sure your son loves you enough? Didn't you feel free the moment you stopped pushing him away?"

Adelaide looked down, taking another uneasy sip from the coconut. Ranarelci had been right about everything.

"Our relationship with Caylan had been distant for years; ever since he became 15 years old and pulled away from me, and I didn't even see it. I'm sorry, Ranarelci," she said quietly. "I'm sorry for my prejudices. It's hard for me to hear what you're saying, even though I know you're probably right. You were right."

"Your son is the only one you may have left."

This bitter truth cut deeply into Adelaide's heart.

"Do you have blood?" Ranarelci asked. She was clearly far removed from the formalities of conversation and politeness.

"I'm sorry? What?" Adelaide asked, still with a pain in her heart and a coconut in her hand.

Ranarelci pointed between her legs. "Blood. Can you have more babies?"

"Wh..." Adelaide was completely taken aback by the question. "Is that important?"

Ranarelci slowly, very slowly, nodded. Adelaide nervously shifted to make herself more comfortable, tucking her legs beneath her large ass.

"Yes," Adelaide simply said. "I wanted more children, but Alistair was against it."

Ranarelci smiled. "Coconut milk makes mother's milk taste better. And the nipples, too. Sons love the taste of mother's nipples."

Adelaide frowned and glanced awkwardly at her breasts, though they were hidden by the many amulets around her.

"Your breasts still belong to your son no matter how old he is. As do your nipples. Our women achieve unique intimacy with their sons by letting sons kiss their nipples again when they are adult. If sons want to."

Adelaide coughed, spitting some of the white liquid onto the floor. "Nipples? That's a bit too much, I'm sorry."

"You can touch his man parts in return. You don't want to hear it, I understand. You're too entangled in your overseas tribe's rules, but sometimes pain and disgust is the path to something truly great."

Adelaide's body was covered in goosebumps. The longer she stayed in the hut and learned more, the more uneasy she felt. "I hope by 'man parts' you don't mean..."

Ranalechi held out her hand, imagining she was holding something large and long in her hand. "Strong Breeder."

Adelaide sighed, trying to suppress a bout of nausea. She set the coconut aside."You know what? You're all crazy. I was right. You're savages, after all," she said, then quickly left the hut.

Ranarelci kept sipping the coconut juice, smiling with amusement. Next to her were several colorful herbs for the Water of Life.

CHAPTER 6. THE WATER OF LIFE

While the tribe enjoyed the evening, dancing and playing by the fire, Adelaide sat a bit farther away from the others, huffing and puffing over the boar's carcass, pulling out its innards and smearing herself with blood. It was disgusting, but she desperately wanted to vent her anger on something.

"Let Caylan kiss my nipples. Of course, I can't believe I didn't realize I needed to do that to get close to my son. Moron tribe," she grumbled, trying not to get blood on her amulets.

"Mum?" Caylan sat down beside her, brushing his cold fingers over her hunched back before settling. Her back was warm, hot and seductive.

"Caylan?" Adelaide flinched, her hands slick with blood.

"Mum, are you still angry?"

"Yes, I am," she replied, staring at her bloodied hands. "But not at you." She glanced toward the tribe gathered by the fire, her eyes landing on the chief seated in the leader's chair alongside Lakanar.

"I just can't wrap my head around what I've learned. It's all one big misunderstanding, and I don't want to hear another word from that... that crazy woman." With that, Adelaide grabbed the knife and drove it straight into the boar's eyes. "Do you know that your father would have definitely killed you for the way you kissed me on the beach? Also, for that kiss in the hut. I've never kissed another man in my life besides Alistair. But that time, you became the second. That's how badly this tribe is affecting us, do you understand? You kissed me. That shouldn't have happened."

She sighed, trying to calm down, and looked at Caylan, who sat silently, his hands folded. He reminded her of how he used to sit and behave years ago during their lessons in the library, back when he was a curious little boy who always loved kissing her. And she had loved receiving his kisses.

"Maybe... there wasn't anything wrong with the kisses. You know, I always saw you as a little boy. A little boy who sits at the table and reads scrolls, or studies, or runs around the garden, or likes to draw. But when we ran away from the castle, I saw for the first time that you were no longer a little boy. You're a man now. You're a fine grown man, Caylan."

She moved closer and offered her cheek, then touched it with her finger.

"You can kiss me if you want. Go ahead."
Caylan leaned in and, of course, kissed her. As he pulled away, he noticed the blood. His fingers brushed against her cheek, trying to wipe it off. His fingers moved along her cheek, smearing the blood further.

He glanced at her lips, then at her thoughtful expression. Their eyes locked. Caylan's fingers brushed against her chin and lips.

She whispered something tender in her lovely voice.

Could it be something nice?

His brain finally focused on the words, and he heard:

"I'll slap you again if you don't move your hand."

He quickly pulled his hand back just as Ranarelci approached them. She held two tribal cups filled with some kind of colorful liquid.

"The Water of Life," she said, offering the cups to Adelaide and Caylan, despite Lakanar, standing behind her, seemingly trying to convince her not to do so.

"Thank you, I don't want a drink," Adelaide said with a slight grimace, clearly tasting the blood Caylan had left on her lips. But Ranarelchi didn't seem to accept no for an answer. First, Caylan, and then Adelaide accepted the Water of Life.

Looks like everyone around was drinking it. Ranarelchi waited patiently.

"Just drink it, Mum. It's not a big deal," Caylan said as he did a huge sip. It was sour, bitter, and salty. Adelaide coughed the moment the liquid touched her tongue. Her sharp senses and heightened taste signaled alarm, but she forced herself to finish the entire cup. It wasn't poison, but something about this thing, Water of Life, was strange.

With a smile, Ranarelchi kissed Caylan's forehead as though he were her son, then collected the cups and returned to her place.

"The Water of Life," Caylan murmured, scratching his head as he tried to guess what game Ranarelchi was playing.

Adelaide went back to the boar. Caylan looked around the tribe; everyone was kissing, perhaps even making love. Women were moaning. It felt like being underwater. He rubbed his eyes. A strange, involuntary smile tugged at his lips, though he couldn't say why.

"Mum?" Caylan called out, looking at Adelaide through faint flashes of a rainbow. His mother stared at her blood-covered hands, her cold, glassy eyes fixed on her fingers.

"Water... I need water," she said abruptly, standing up and briskly heading to the shore, shoving past kissing mothers and sons.

Caylan, nearly tripping over the boar's carcass, hurried after her. "Mum!"

Adelaide sat down and dipped her hands into the waves, breathing in the salty sea air. The waves washed over her feet and hands. She tore off all her amulets, letting the water claim them.

"I feel... drunk," she said, her eyes wide open.

"Mum?" Caylan had just caught up to her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She turned and splashed water at him. Once, then again and again. Caylan shielded himself with his hands, smiling and laughing a little. His gaze drifted to her boobs, watching it move with the swing of her arms.

"What are you standing there for? Defend yourself!" Adelaide laughed.

Still smiling, Caylan stepped into the water and splashed her with huge splashes, soaking her completely. She squealed like a girl, now drenched as if she had jumped into the sea.

Caylan couldn't control himself. He didn't care about anything at all. All he saw were her wet nipples and her large, alluring full boobs like watermelons, which he desperately wanted to touch. They were probably so soft and sweet.

He lunged at her, knocking Adelaide off her feet, trying to make her stop splash water.

"Ugh, Caylan," she protested, though not really meaning it. They struggled. Both of them lay in the sand, breathing heavily. Finally, he was on top.

Caylan leaned closer, unable to hold back any longer. He felt an overwhelming sense of relief, as if he'd been reborn. He knew what he had to do. His lips hovered dangerously close to Adelaide's.

"Your father will kill you if he finds out." She pressed her hand against his chest and tried to push Caylan away, but not too hard. Her muscles felt limp.

"I don't care about that old man." Caylan kissed his mother, his lips crashing against hers with a fierce urgency. He grabbed her head and pulled Adelaide closer, forcing his way in with his tongue, into the mouth of his own mother. His lips kissed her hungrily, locking together. It was unbelievable, it was perfect.

"Mmm... Don't, Caylan..." Adelaide said weakly, giving him a gentle push. "Your taste... you're sweet... we shouldn't, please." She tried to speak, breaking the kiss, but each time he found a way to continue, ignoring her half-hearted attempts to stop what was happening. He kissed her, showering her lips with kisses, falling into madness from what was unfolding.

His mommy was as sweet as the sweetest honey. With every vile, wrong kiss, every clash of their tongues and lips, every exchange of saliva, his blood blazed with heat.

"We shouldn't be kissing... it's wrong," Adelaide said, though she smiled. One part of her tried to resist, while the other continued to enjoy the wild kisses. Caylan kissed her the way sons kiss their mother in this tribe. With wild lust, a desire to possess, to love, and to kiss. He simply couldn't stop in his love; he kissed and devoured her lips.

And she kind of liked it. Part of her mind told her they were doing the right thing. Maybe Ranarelci was right?

Their lips were coliding again and again. Caylan had no intention of stopping.

"My breasts...kiss...lips," she said by accident as she closed her eyes and broke off one of the kisses. Goosebumps rose on Caylan's skin, he lowered his head, getting closer to mesmerizing tits and took her right big purple nipple into his mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," he moaned. It was the same boob he had loved so much as a child. As soon as his lips made contact with the sweet nipple it was as if he had been electrocuted, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Akgghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Caylan bit down lightly on her breast flesh, unable to cope with the explosions of euphoria. His rock-hard cock shot faint clots of some kind of white liquid several times, right onto Adelaide's belly. Her nipple was sweet, truly the sweetest. It had a unique taste. His mother's nipples were the sweetest thing in the whole world.

Adelaide moaned softly, holding Caylan's head. She made feeble attempts to pull his head off, to pull him away from her full breast. But he was her baby son, and he loved her breasts so much.

"Consanguinity," she whispered, as if trying to convince her mind why she should resist. But her mind found no connection between what was happening and consanguinity.

Her son was just enjoying her nipple, her breast. Isn't that nature?

Caylan lay on top of Adelaide and greedily sucked on her right nipple, leaving teeth marks on her breast. It was madness. Her arms encircled him like he was a few months old again.

"My baby boy," she whispered, looking up at him through the moonlight. She saw his lips converge on her nipple, felt a slight tingle. Her hands tenderly massaged his head, neck, and back, every curve of the muscles on his back, only intensifying the already overwhelming pleasure.

She yelped when Caylan pressed something hard against the waistband between her legs. He'd completely lost his mind. As Caylan continued to kiss her nipple, his hips slid down between her legs. He was ready, he wanted to taste woman like a man and he didn't care if it was his mother.

She's a woman. The best woman he could ever have.

His waistband came off on its own exposing his big hard dick. He moved forward and Adelaide's hand gripped his cock. Her hand was both so cold and warm, long soft fingers wrapped around Caylan's shaft. It felt so good that he let her nipple out of his mouth.

"When I stop being drunk, I'll kill you, Caylan," she whispered, laying her head in the sand and looking at the sky. Each word was accompanied by heavy breathing.

She gently slid the skin down, touching the hot pink head with her fingers. Once, twice, a third time. He was so tense, so aroused. It was enough to make him finish. His whole body suddenly quivered. Her soft breast was against his face, his cock in her hand. His mind was overwhelmed by a burst of colors, a rainbow blending with the one he had seen after drinking the Water of Life.

"Ughhhhhhhhh, yeess." He jerked, jiggled, and spurted all that had built up inside him over the past few weeks into the sand and onto his mother's leg.

It was a climax unlike any other. The Water of Life had awakened something in him, made bare every nerve inside and especially in his cock. He thought only of her, only of his mother as she continued to gently drive the skin, feeling his cock twitch sweetly in her long fingers before each shot.

He moved, jerking his hips, his cock slipped from her fingers, and some of his cum got on her hands, right on her fingers. She grabbed it again and held it aiming for the sand.

He took his time, lying there, feeling every breath and heartbeat of Adelaide, her legs wrapped around his stomach just above his hips. His mother just made him cum with the touch of her divine hand.

His mother. Loving, strict, and loyal to her king of a husband. Adelaide. Right now, he rested on her tits.

"We've just done the unthinkable," Adelaide said, bringing her right hand to her face. The smell hit her instantly. She watched as her son's seed laced her fingers with slime.

"I'd let Alistair... execute you for this," she said.

Caylan crawled away and collapsed into the sand, feeling drained.

"He executed men for less." She lifted herself up, noticing and feeling the mark of teeth on her right nipple.

"He killed servants if he thought I was attracting them. What do you think he'd do to you if you weren't our boy?"

He heard her get up, and rainbows still danced in front of his eyes. He drifted into a doze, still thinking about lying on his mother, lost in that magical moment.

CHAPTER 7. MY MUM IS MY MUSE

Caylan woke up with a headache. Someone was standing over him. It was an old man with a long white beard, bald, and wearing a peculiar purple robe that went all the way to the ground. He also held a funny-looking staff with a smoking pipe at the end. The old man blocked the sun and rubbed his beard, staring at Caylan.

"Are you a hallucination?" asked the prince, sitting up.

"Oh no, I'm just Ornast. A messenger from Second Carondale. But it's easy to mistake me for a hallucination. It's true," Ornast chuckled. "And you must be Prince Caylan. I've heard of you. Your mother said you were relaxing on the beach."

Caylan's face lit up, but then the smile quickly vanished.

Are we going to leave this magical place?

"Hmm... Interesting expression. After meeting me, I've never seen such a look on someone's face, like a bass suffering from indigestion. Your mother doesn't seem well either." Ornast extended his hand and helped Caylan to his feet. The prince adjusted his waistband.

"Ugh. My head hurts after the Water of Life," Caylan said, holding his temples.

Ornast laughed and placed a hand on Caylan's shoulder. "It seems Ranarelci treated you to a peculiar intoxicating drink. You lose your connection to reality after drinking it."

"I felt like I was more connected to reality than ever before," Caylan said, swallowing as he recalled the events of the previous night.

What have I done? How am I going to look her in the eyes now?



They returned to the settlement. Adelaide sat by the fire while the tribe people walked around her. She wore a fur that covered her upper body. He felt relieved she was covered; he didn't want to be distracted or make her angrier.

She sneezed a couple of times, lowering her head. She was pale, her hair messy, sweat going down her gorgeous face.

"The old bones are buzzing. Let's have a seat. I found the prince on the beach, just as you sad, milady," said Ornast and invited Caylan to sit with him.

Adelaide didn't care to look at her son. Or she just didn't want to.

"So, Darst, right?" Ornast started to cuddle his beard. "We heard someone took control in Aetherfall, but didn't know who. It was easy to guess someone like Darst was behind it. When a man like him rules, the whole region is in danger."

"That's why we must reclaim my husband's throne. We need to get rid of Darst and put Alistair back in power," Adelaide said in a weak, tired voice, her hair falling over her face. She looked very unwell.

Is she unwell because of what happened between us on the beach?

"Alistair might already be dead, Adelaide. I'm sorry. It's too risky, and even if the Carondale tries to help your kingdom, our King Serenisviss has his demands."

Adelaide pulled her hand out of her fur cape and waved it away. "Alistair will meet any demands as soon as he's king again."

"We want the Crystal back," Ornast said.

"No!" Adelaide answered instantly.

What crystal?

"The second demand. King Serenisviss wants to take you as his wife."

"NO!" Adelaide shouted, rising to her feet. "NEVER! Death would be better! I'm married to Alistair, I am his wife, and I love only him! I'd rather see the entire kingdom fall than marry anyone else or share a bed with anyone but Alistair! Go back to your king and tell him that Queen Adelaide loves only one man, and it's not him!"

With that, she turned and vanished into her hut.

Ornast took the pipe and puffed thoughtfully. "Looks like the negotiations are over, but she'll have to agree. I mean, what other choice does your mother have, right?" He glanced at Caylan as if expecting him to be on his side. "I'll head back, but I'll return in a few weeks. You'll have time to think about our proposal. By the way, does your mother know about the peculiarities of this tribe?" Ornast smirked from the corner of his weathered mouth. "About mothers and sons? A horny little Matrokai tribe."

"I know, but Mum doesn't," Caylan said quietly.

"Hehe, wise. Though I think she might figure it out herself. Di'Rose and I often visited this place together. Before us, the Matrokai tribe killed all foreigners who entered their lands. And there were quite a few of them. They say there is something mysterious hidden in these lands and powerful. They gave us the Water of Life. It helps to increase... you know... man and woman's activity. You are old enough to understand. In return, me and Di'Rose taught them our language. Actually, we only taught Ranarelci. The others weren't really interested. Oh, and we taught her son."

"Lakanar?"

"No, the younger one. Kanavasi, I think. Poor guy, he was following his mother everywhere and tried so hard to impress her. But she was only interested in the older one, the grumpy guy."

Ornast stood up. "Think about our demands, talk to your mother. I'll return to Carondale. By the way, I have a gift for you, Caylan. I found out you're alive and brought something for you."

Ornast pointed to the hut, and Caylan only now noticed an easel on the ground.

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Adelaide wrapped herself in fur and lay on the bed. Caylan pressed a damp cloth to her forehead. She remained silent, as if ignoring his presence, in a constant state of semi-sleep.

"I feel like I got terribly drunk," she finally said. "This woman... she's like a snake. She poisoned me... She poisoned our relationship. This insane tribe... look what they've done to us."

Caylan sighed. "We were under the influence of the Water of Life, Mum."

"What difference does it make? What we did... what I did with my baby son. I'm a terrible mother. After yesterday, we'd have no right to the throne anymore," she whispered.

She let these words sink in. They had committed a sin. Her eyes darted nervously to the wall.

"I feel like I can see Alistair's condemning gaze. Your father knows what we did. He's watching. This tribe... I think I'm starting to understand their secret."

A slow smile curved her lips as she looked at Caylan, really seeing him for the first time.

"Ranarelci always tried to fool me, smiling at me as if I were blind. And I played along, too afraid to see what was right in front of me. They do terrible things here... to their sons."

Caylan took her hand. So soft. The same hand that had touched him yesterday.

"Forgive me, Mum. It was my fault."

She pressed her soft sweet thumb against his lips.

"Shhh... baby." Her eyes wandered over his lips, his strong arms, and his chiseled muscles. "You should've resisted... We can't be like them..."

"We're not like them," he said, staring at her full lips.

He leaned in and kissed her. To his surprise, Adelaide didn't resist, instead, she melted into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. She was gently kissing his lips with a smacking sound, a sweet exchange of saliva. Their warmth intoxicating, like the sweetest honey. Every kiss deeper, wetter, more consuming. She kissed him, so hot, her lips warm like milk.

It was not how mothers and sons were supposed to kiss.

"Mmmm... my baby," she whispered against his lips. "I'm losing it... I'm losing my mind... you're so sweet... dear... I love you." She sank into his lips, pushing her tongue in, kissing him like he was Alistair. She deepened the kiss, her tongue hungry. Caylan shuddered, every nerve alive with pleasure, nearly losing his balance. She was kissing him for real.

Finally, Adelaide, her mouth full of her son's tasty wet saliva, collapsed back into the soft cushions of vines and fur, falling into a deep sleep instantly.

"I love you too, Mum... Wow."

She whispered something under her breath. "Consanguinity."

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He took care of her all day and, closer to evening, took Adelaide outside.

He could have carried her, she was a bit heavy with her thick hips and ample breasts, but he could manage it. However, the risk of her fur cloak slipping and baring her breasts again stopped him. He didn't want to see her fury spark to life once more, no matter how captivating she looked, even in anger.

Adelaide's slight fever made her lean into Caylan, resting her head on his chest as they sat by the fire. He wrapped his arms around his mother, holding her close, his touch steady and protective.

She nestled her head against him, pressing close and hugging him with a particular tenderness as Caylan stared into the fire.

Maybe she thinks I'm Dad again?

"Mmm... Caylan," she whispered. "My baby boy."

For some reason, that brought a smile to his lips.

She knows now that I'm her man...

He didn't notice Kanavasi approach them and offer Adelaide some kind of drink.

"No, we've had enough of the Water of Life. Thanks," said Caylan.

"This is healing... a herb. It will help her recover from the effects," Kanavasi said.

Reluctantly, Caylan took it and tried to pour the liquid into his mother's mouth.

"Don't... put unknown liquids in my mouth," she tried to resist, but in the end, she drank the liquid.

"Mmm... minty," she said, settling her head back onto Caylan's strong shoulder.

"We all react differently to the water of life. It part of love ritual. My mother... she angry. Herbs for water of life... Lakanar was to bring. Not me."

Lakanar stood near the chief's hut, watching them. Something was happening there, but Caylan couldn't quite piece it together. Not that it mattered to him right now.

"We both know," Kanavasi said, his voice low, "sooner or later, only one of us will remain. If not for our mother's wrath, we'd have killed each other long ago."

Caylan's eyes drifted to the figures near the hut. He spotted old Ornast, who still hadn't left the tribe, as well as people he hadn't seen before. Some wore bright green garments, while others wore dark fur cloaks. They entered the chief's hut one by one, and Lakanar followed them inside.
"Who are they?" Caylan pointed at them.

"Other tribes," Kanavasi replied. "They meet in mother's hut to speak."

"Other tribes?" Caylan's voice rose slightly, almost waking Adelaide. He placed a hand on her head and pulled his mother closer to his chest.

"Long ago, one tribe. Then... many tribes. Tribe grow, change, spread over island. But all remember the first tribe. When important, leaders come here. Meet in chief hut."

"And what are they talking about in there?" Caylan asked.

"Secrets of tribe," Kanavasi said, shrugging. "Maybe. I not know. If I replace Lakanar, I know. But... someone must kill him first." His eyes shifted to Caylan.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I... cannot kill brother. But if you kill... I become chief husband. My mother won't angry at me. Then I help you. Help you take back your home."

"What are you talking about? I can't... I can't just kill someone. I'm not a killer. Even your brother."

Kanavasi's expression darkened with anger. He stood abruptly. "Then you not deserve call mother breeder!" he spat, before storming off.

Adelaide stirred a bit against Caylan's chest. "What did he say..."

"Bread," Caylan said with a deep sigh. "He was talking about bread, about food, Mum. Don't worry."

"I didn't know they know what bread is... Mmm... Caylan. You smell so good," she whispered.

"Have some rest, Mum."

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The next morning, Caylan set up an easel and sat in front of it, holding paints and a brush. Before him was the best view he could find: amidst the jungle, a small window to the sea opened up, where the waves played. Mixing the paints, Caylan dipped his brush into green and began to paint.

After yesterday, we'd have no right to the throne anymore.



He was drawing and thinking. Yesterday, he hadn't had time to focus on the Water of Life evening because of Adelaide's condition.

We kissed, I touched her breasts, and... and... I was so close to being inside her.

Caylan stopped the brush and looked at the waves.

I almost penetrated Mum. That's against all the laws of nature. And yet, for this tribe, it feels like the laws are unwritten.

He watched the waves as the sounds in his ears faded away.

"I wanted to fuck my own mother."

He let those words sink deep into the crust of his mind, to grasp the full horror of what had happened. And what could have happened. But instead of feeling the horror, he got hard.

Suddenly, hands rested on his shoulders. He flinched but then recognized his mother's warm touch.

"Mum?" He wanted to turn his head, but she wouldn't let him.

"Don't get distracted," she said calmly, gently massaging his arms, shoulders, and back. "You're doing great. Keep drawing, dear."

He continued moving the brush, the blue waves turning out better than he had expected.

"Feeling better?"

"Yes, much better. Thank you for taking care of me. I really mean it."

She must have covered her breasts again. There's no way she's walking around naked after what happened

Her hands gently massaged his shoulders, sliding along his arms. Her long, delicate fingers tugged softly at his skin.

"I'm a little embarrassed about the silly things I said yesterday. I don't remember everything... something about sons and mothers... But," she squeezed his shoulders too tightly, "I remember that evening very well. Even though I was drunk."

"Ouch. I already apologized, Mum."

"An apology isn't enough. You attacked me, knocked me down, and threw me into the sand... I never thought you were capable of something like that. Caylan I raised is a shy and timid painter. The way you were kissing and touching me..."

"The Water of Life made me act, Mum. I wasn't myself."

"Maybe." She tightened her grip on his shoulders even more, leaving red marks, then she slapped his back with a forceful smack. "You deserve to be properly spanked for what you did. I wouldn't care that you're already a man, I would spank you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk."

He imagined Adelaide spanking him, and for some unknown reason, he even wanted her to do it.

"I thought you'd be angrier after what happened. I'm so sorry, Mum..."

"You have no idea how angry I can get, but you made it up to me yesterday when you took care of me. That's why I'm not so mad. And then there's Carondale..." Her voice faded. He hated seeing her like this, so he quickly shifted the topic.

"It's a shame we didn't finish your portrait, Mum," he said, his voice a little strained as his shoulders and back throbbed from the blow.

She stepped back, her hands leaving his back. He noticed her move away, hearing her footsteps beside him. She slipped behind the easel, and when Caylan looked up, there she was.

Adelaide sat on a rock, obscuring the sea little. Her legs were stretched out on top of each other. Her hair was thrown back, on the rock, and her breasts...

She was naked.



Her large firm tender breasts lay on her stomach, her nipples hard. She ran her hand through her hair to straighten it a little. The sun was shining on her body.

"Draw," she commanded. It was the same tone she used when she would say "eat" when he was child, while sneaking him the nutritious food he didn't want to eat.

Caylan's mouth was open, and he almost dropped the brush. She looked like a real goddess. The most stunning woman ever. In that moment, he knew for sure that there was no woman better than her.

There's no better tits than mother's. The very breasts that nourished him, that gave him strength and raised him to be who he is. The breasts that gave him life.

"Is something wrong?" she raised an eyebrow. "If you want, I can get up... and you can go back to painting the waves."

"No, no! Stay where you are, Mum." He lowered his head and began to draw.

"I hope the result satisfies me," Adelaide sighed, lifting her head and closing her eyes. She enjoyed the sunbeams, effortlessly combining the drawing session with some time relaxing under the sun.

At that moment, Caylan hungrily devoured her tits with his eyes. Moving his brush, he started by painting her hair, face, and neck.

"You won't regret it, Mum."

His waistband could barely contain the monster that threatened to break free. The tip peeked out from beneath the waistband between his legs, its pink head visible. His arousal was unmistakable.

And sometimes he caught Adelaide's gaze on him, but she didn't seem bothered by it at all.

If this is a violation of nature's rules, then why do I feel so incredible...

His hand holding the brush trembled, as did his entire body. He simply couldn't contain the emotions exploding within him at the sight of Adelaide. He stared at her boobs, studying every curve, every detail, every vein, every little mark he hadn't noticed before.

Her breasts had incredible tan lines, left by countless days in the sun. She had never tanned before, but now she had this kind of tan... on her boobs.

She had reluctantly agreed to wear a dress with a slight neckline in the castle before, and now he was drawing her naked.

"It feels like we're in the castle again," she said, her eyes closed. "The sun is burning us on the fortress roof. After a delicious breakfast, I changed into my white dress after the bath, you grabbed your easel, and as usual, you let me go ahead so you could walk behind. I always found it amusing that you wanted to walk behind. We'd sit on the roof, and you'd paint me as your muse."

"You really are my muse. The only one and the most perfect," Caylan said, barely catching his breath, not hiding his admiration for his hot mother.

"Thank you, darling," she said calmly with a smile with dimples. "I never thought I'd be posing for you like this."

"Yes, me neither."

She opened her eyes. Her eyes travelled along his body. She noticed his legs and arms trembling with over arousal.

"Even though I've changed my opinion about Ranarelci for the worse, she's right about one thing: our bodies are just our bodies. And there's nothing wrong with that. You literally came from me. Apart from your sisters, you're the one I'm closest to. When you were born, you were so tiny, I honestly thought you were just another daughter at first."

She laughed, recalling the past. Caylan noticed how her boobs moved, and his heart beat a little faster.

"Do you understand how deeply we sinned that night, Caylan?"

He nodded, not wanting to tear his eyes away from the easel, but his head was hidden.

"Caylan?!"

"Yes, yes, Mum."

He raised his head again and continued to draw, outlining his mother's shoulders, her arms, her neck.

"If only your father could see us now... We're doing exactly what he joked about that day. It's a testament to how much this island has changed me. Alistair was right, as always, who else could be more deserving of painting me like this, exposed and raw, than you?"

Her face noticeably darkened.

"Are you upset about Ornast's proposal?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered honestly. "I don't really know what to do anymore."

He remembered Kanavasi's offer. What did he mean when he said he could help me get our home back? What could their tribe do against Darst's army?

"I'll find a way, Mum. After all, it's my throne we're fighting for." He let that sink in before adding, "By the way, what was that crystal Ornast mentioned?"

She hesitated, thinking. "Better change the subject. How do I look on the canvas? Or are you going to hide the painting from me again? Just so you know - I'm not posing nude a second time."

"Yes, you won't have to, Mum." He quickened his pace; such an opportunity really came only once. "By the way - you're not fully naked."

She raised an eyebrow, adjusting the cloth around her hips.

"Sorry, it just slipped out... I just..."

She fell silent, following his gaze as it shifted between her breasts and trying to peek behind the cloth.

"Such a naughty boy, Caylan. Please, don't make me think you're dying to see me without my waistband."

He hid his face behind the easel and swallowed. "Of course not. I never said I wanted to. Why would I... want to see your body? Ahem."

"That's more like it."

Caylan went back to work. Sitting was so uncomfortable because of the bulging cock. He peered at her. Caylan felt like he studied every detail of her breasts.

He looked at the colors and dipped his brush into the pink and purple paint. It was time for nipples.

He painted for a long time, studying her breasts more and more. Every bit, every detail and curve of her beautiful breasts and nipples. Her tan lines that only enhanced the effect of her breasts.

She leaned back, letting him drink in the sight of her. This time, she didn't look away in thought like she usually did in the castle. Her eyes stayed locked on his, and for some reason, it sent a shiver down his spine, leaving him with goosebumps.

"Does my... chest look good?" she asked after a brief pause. He held the paints to the side, so she could see what colors he had been using. There was definitely nothing pink or purple around that she could notice.

"Your breasts are perfect, Mum." He didn't take his eyes off the easel as he brought out her breasts, matchless, incredible. Full of detail. His hand trembled as he drew every line.

She smiled. "Are you saying that as a son or as a man?"

Caylan lifted his head, greedily looking at her. The blood hit his head too hard.

I don't care what she'll think.

"I am your son, but I'm also a man now."

Adelaide smirked, pushing her breasts slightly forward. She didn't quite like his tone. Her patience was running out. Time had passed so quickly, so Caylan hurried to finish the work.

"Maybe you think I'm not angry, but I'm still upset about that evening, dear. More than that, I'm disappointed. I'm trying to be softer because we've got bigger problems now. You are the only person I can trust on this island, but do you realize the punishment we'll face if anyone finds out what happened? Execution."

Caylan carefully drew her legs out on the canvas, trying not to imagine the way they'd be executed.

"For lying naked, kissing, and you touching me... like a son shouldn't. I can't believe I didn't stop you. And now I'm posing naked in front of you. God, what am I doing?" Adelaide stood up. "Enough... Caylan... I..."

She approached, and Caylan flinched as he finished drawing the last line.

The picture was complete.

Adelaide glanced at it. She wanted to get angry, but how could she be angry at her beloved son? The portrait was stunning. She studied it quietly, taking in the landscape, her own face, her body, her curves and her breasts...

"My boobs are not as... young and beautiful as you draw them," she said softly.

"Your breasts are better in real life, Mum."

She looked at him, then back at the drawing.

"Fine, darling. Today's your lucky day." She smiled and lightly touched her tits, as if comparing it to the version in the drawing.

Caylan set aside the paints and brush, stood up, and placed his hands on her hips.

"Caylan? Don't push your luck," she said, leaning her torso back slightly, her eyes on his hands as they stroked her sides.

"I know you miss dad, but know that I'm always here, and I can always take his place. I can always be better than him." He pulled her closer, while Adelaide looked at him as if he were speaking some tribal nonsense she couldn't understand.

"I AM better than him, Mommy," he said, pressing his member against her leg.

"Oh... You've never called me 'Mommy' before, dear. What are you..."

His hands moved higher along her back, feeling her folds, the dryness of her skin, tracing the lines from her tan, and finally pulling her close to him.

He wrapped his arms around her, her nipples pressing against his chest. His cock jerked a few times, pressed by the waistband and her leg.

Adelaide sighed. "I want to be a good mother, to not hold anger against you, but you're making it so hard, darling. You're still a boy, and what you did on the beach proves it."

She pulled back slightly and looked into his innocent eyes. He looked so sweet, like the little boy she once taught to ride on a horse. Her baby, the one whose first word was "Mum," then "breast," "milk", and that love stayed with him, even now.

She can't fight the laws of nature.

"I love you, Mum," Caylan said, noticing how strangely she was looking at him, her anger fading away.

"I love you too, dear," she said softly. And then Caylan suddenly pulled her head toward him and kissed her.

For a moment, she flinched, wanting to stop him, but he held her firmly by the sides. Their lips met in a kiss, wet and full of love. He tried to push his tongue to her mouth, but she resisted, and their tongues finally collided.

"Mmm... Mommy..."

He just did it again. He called her Mommy. Adelaide tasted his minty flavor, his sweet tongue.

"Caylan...ughhh... khmmmmm... my baby, stop it please..." She closed her eyes, but then opened them when she felt his hands touch her waistband.

It was a mistake on his part. She pushed him, shoving Caylan back. He didn't expect her to be this strong. Her hands grabbed her waistband, adjusting it so it wouldn't slip off.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO YOU, CAYLAN?!" His taste was still on her lips and in her mouth. That sweet kiss. "You keep disappointing me, over and over... Grrr... You drive me wild!" She turned and stormed back to the village.

He touched his wet lips. "Mmm... It was worth it. She can't stay mad at me. No matter what I do or how far I go, I'm still her baby. And calling her mommy was so nice."

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"How is your relationship with your son, Adelaide?" Ranarelci slowly sipped something hot from her cup and welcomed Adelaide inside.

"I didn't come here to chat," Adelaide said, sitting a little farther away, glancing at Lakanar, who stood by her side.

"Why then?" the chief asked with a sly smile.

"All this talk about me and my son, about how I should touch Caylan's man parts, stop making a fool of me. You're doing horrible things here that go against nature. And you tried to drag me and Caylan into this... The Water of Life..."

"No one forced you to do anything." Ranarelci set her drink aside and ran her hand gently down Lakanar's leg, who relaxed a little at his wife's touch. "You yourself gave your son a view of your breasts, you allowed him to do what you did by drinking the Water of Life. We gave you privacy and you took advantage of it."

Adelaide looked with disgust as Ranarelci caressed her son.

"Didn't you end up growing closer to your son? Didn't everything that happened bring you a joy you've never felt before? And freedom. Your son is closer to you than ever."

"This is not the kind of closeness I need!" Adelaide's cheeks reddened with anger, and she breathed heavily. She really wanted to strike the woman in front of her for her audacity and for daring to interfere in her relationship with Caylan.

However, Lakanar, standing nearby with a spear, held back her intentions.

"It seems you're still not entirely sure of what you're trying to say. What do you think we're doing here with our sons? We kiss them; we love them, as every mother should."

Adelaide swallowed hard, feeling a lump in her throat. "They... Your let your sons act like husbands," she said in horror. Thinking it was one thing, but saying it out loud felt like a shock.

Ranarelci smiled. Adelaide's expression was the complete crystal opposite.

"They don't act. They are their mother's husbands. They're their breeders."

"Breeders?" Adelaide whispered, stunned It only clicked in her mind now. "So, all these pregnant women... and their sons. I thought... I thought you just touched them. This can't be real!" Her face went pale. She hadn't considered this side of things at all.

"All sons want to be their mothers' husbands and, most important, breeders. Do you think Caylan..."

"No! Don't you dare!" Adelaide screamed. "Don't you dare speak of my son! Caylan is different!"

Ranarelci let out a smirk. "Why lie to yourself? We both know it's not true. When a hunter becomes a man, he gets to choose a wife. And every man you've seen has picked his mother. Caylan will have that choice too. Then we'll see who he chooses."

Adelaide couldn't take it anymore. Her hand jerked on its own and slapped Ranarelci across the face. It was a hard blow, followed by the sound of a smack. Ranarelci said something to stop Lakanar, who had already raised his spear to strike.

Adelaide stood up and hurried out of the chief's hut.

"My Caylan would never do that. He never... He's not like that."



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At that moment, Caylan, sitting by the water, was enjoying his painting and had no idea what had happened in the chief's hut or what huge consequences it would have.

He blew on the canvas to dry the paints a bit. His eyes were focused on his mother's face, which was looking at him. He tried not to look lower, but he couldn't help it.

I really put effort into her breasts. And she definitely liked what she saw. Mommy.

He smiled like a child, completely pleased with himself.

I feel like I've spent my whole life learning to draw just for this moment. To draw her naked.



He stared at her nipples again, unabashedly.

Why was I born in a place where such attachment is bad, and not, for example, in this tribe? Just imagine. My mother gives birth to me here, I become a hunter, and then everyone is happy that we're together.

The thought that they could be together and that Adelaide wouldn't be against it sent shivers down his spine again. He set the canvas down and looked at the sunset.
I don't care if it's wrong. I want to touch her breasts again and...

He thought of her taking off her waistband and being completely naked in front of him. Seeing his birth place.

To calm his nerves, Caylan approached the water, washed his face, and sat by the shore.

Maybe I can convince her to pose completely naked? Completely... completely... Gosh, what am I even thinking?

He stared at his reflection.

Is it the play of light, or do I see another face?

He couldn't quite tell what he was seeing. A face? A figure? It looked so much like Lakanar.

Caylan managed to jump back when a spear flew into the spot where he had just been sitting. The spear fell into the sand and water, and the hunter lunged at Caylan with bare hands.

"What are you doing?"

There was no one around to save him. Caylan landed a strong punch to Lakanar's jaw, but the chief's son knocked him to the ground and started choking.

"You... will die... and then... mother..." hissed Lakanar.

"God, you're annoying." Caylan grabbed the bone in Lakanar's nose, pulling and ripping it out.

"Arghhhh..." Lakanar got up, clutching his nose, and tried to stand. He looked for his spear when suddenly Caylan, coughing, heard a disturbing loud crack.

He looked up.

Kanavasi stood beside his brother, the spear lodged deep in his chest. The sharp end of it protruded from his back, dripping with blood.

The hate in Lakanar's eyes met his brother's for a brief moment before they emptied, losing all life. He crumpled to the sand, the spear falling with him.

"You..."

"I finally killed him," Kanavasi said.

CHAPTER 8. GRIEVING MOTHER

"We have to get rid of it!"

"No." Kanavasi crouched beside the body.

"Do you want your mother to find out?"

"She will anyway." Kanavasi closed the dead man's eyes. "She should say goodbye."

After that, Caylan helped him lift the bloody corpse. He looked at the lifeless face of the man who, just a moment ago, had tried to kill him. Kanavasi walked ahead in silence.

Men and women stepped forward to get a closer look at the chief's dead son and husband. Ranarelci emerged from her hut, watching as Caylan and Kanavasi placed the body before her.

"You need to hear what happened. Lakanar attacked me, and Kanavasi just..."

Ranarelci shoved Caylan as he stepped forward, pushing him so hard that he fell painfully. Then she turned to Kanavasi, grabbing him by the throat, choking him, and striking him while muttering harsh words.

Caylan tried to get up, but a moment later, he felt something large and silky press against his back, two soft ovals. It was Adelaide's breasts.

"I have to stop her. He shouldn't be punished for trying to save me."

"No." Adelaide held him back. "You will stay down. She's not in the mood to listen to your story now... Let her grieve."

Ranarelci sank down beside Lakanar's body, cradling her dead son's head, stroking his hair, whispering tender words. The other hunters took Kanavasi away, injured, scratched, and a bit beaten.

"Now, tell me what happened, Caylan." Adelaide helped him up.



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"If something had happened to you, I would have lost my mind."

She kissed Caylan's cheek as they returned to their hut and tended to his post-fight scrapes. The fact that he didn't even try to glance at her bare breasts unsettled her a little.

"They live by their own rules. There's nothing we can do."

"That doesn't mean I'll stand by and watch." Caylan frowned.

Adelaide smiled with motherly pride. "You're so much like Alistair," she chuckled. "I never noticed before."

He gave her a surprised look. "Last time we were talking, you ran off angry."

"You tried to pull down my waistband and see me naked." She punched his leg. "I'm still waiting for an apology."

"I'm sorry, Mum." He placed his hand on her naked back, stroking her tan lines, folds, dry and sexy hot skin. "Thanks for agreeing to pose naked, by the way."

"What!? Is that really what you want to thank your mother for?" She poked one of his scrapes, making Caylan gasp.

"Ouch."

"I think you could use a good spanking for your behavior. Maybe then you'd stop being so reckless." There was no anger in her tone, just gentle amusement.

"I'm so lucky to have a mother like you," he said.

Adelaide couldn't help but smile, tilting her head as she looked into his beautiful eyes. She wasn't bothered when he glanced at her nipples for a moment before meeting her eyes.

"I love you, Mum."

"And I love you, dear." She hugged him, kissing one of his scrapes. His hand casually brushed the lower part of her right breast, and his index and thumb squeezed her nipple before Caylan pulled his hand away and placed it on Adelaide's back.

"Don't overstep the limits of my kindness and patience, young man."

"Sorry, and you know what? This tribe... I know it's strange and ugly, but for some reason, it's made me appreciate our relationship even more, Mum."

"Of course, you'll appreciate our relationship more when I'm always walking around naked. You're a man."

"No, Mum," Caylan said, taking her hand. "I really do love you more. We've been through so much, and we don't know what's ahead. But I'm glad you're with me, even in this... strange place."

She smirked and let out a shaky laugh, holding back tears. "Yes, it's a strange place... and a crazy tribe."

She leaned in and, surprising herself, pressed a small kiss to his lips. Her heart pounded wildly.

Caylan smiled, his cheeks flushing. He was still holding her hand. "I'll find a way to get our homeland back, Mum."

Then, he stood up. "Also you were right, Mum. As a man, I can't help but appreciate that you're naked. You're a gorgeous woman."

"What did you say?" She tried to grab him, but Caylan had already run off.

Adelaide chuckled, and was left standing alone. She tucked her hair behind her ears and sighed. She felt so... young, and so conflicted.

"This boy is going to ruin me, Alistair. I can't believe I'm not mad at him for saying that. Ugh, the more I repeat the word consanguinity to myself, the more it loses its meaning. We're not doing anything wrong, right? Despite everything, we're closer than ever. Our relationship has only grown stronger, purer, and more intense than it's ever been."

Stepping out of the hut into the night, she stretched, raising her arms. Her breasts moved with the sharp movements of her hands. She looked at the stars.

"What if Lakanar attacked Caylan because of what I did to Ranarelci? I hit her. How foolish I've been, putting us all at risk. I could've lost my boy today... I could've... I can't even bring myself to think about it."

She couldn't stop thinking about his stunning painting and the times he'd called her "Mommy" during their hug and kiss. But then there was the way he touched her, the way he looked at her, like he saw her as more than just his mother. Like a man.

"He is a man. A strong, handsome man with... such a big... Khm... constantly hard. Because of me? My aging body? I shouldn't be thinking about this. It's strange how we've grown closer in this horrible, repulsive place. He hardly ever calls me 'Mommy' anymore, and the last time he did, it was right before trying to kiss me and see me naked... Are the lines between mother and son really that blurry?"

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Caylan approached the place where Kanavasi was kept. It was a deep hole in the ground, and none of the guards stopped him as he drew near.

Kanavasi sat in the corner. Beaten and scared.

"I tried to talk to the chief, but your mother refuses to speak to me... I was trying all night but... Nothing. What will happen to you now?" Caylan sat down beside the pit.

"Death."

Caylan sighed. "That's not fair. Death? For saving me?"

"You blind." Kanavasi's voice was quiet. "You don't see she don't want you. You don't do what she want."

"And what does your mother want?"

"You and your mother. Together..." Kanavasi stood up. "Tonight is the wife-choosing ritual... If you choose your mother... If you mate..."

Caylan gulped. "Mate? With my Mum? No, I..."

"If you do what you must... the chief will hear you."

"I can't do what you're asking! My mother won't let me mate with her. You just don't understand."

Caylan nervously scratched the back of his head. He imagined stepping forward and choosing Adelaide from among the women.

"You're insane! Stay away from me, monster," she tells him.

"What if," Caylan tried to think. "I just choose her as my wife and do nothing when we're alone? Then your mother..."

"She'll know if you deceive her. You must mate. Take this."

Caylan looked at what Kanavasi had extended to him. It was a strange piece of coal.

"Mark her when you are inside."

To mark my Mum when I'm inside?

Then Kanavasi handed him something else.

It was a small, glowing stone. As soon as Caylan touched it, warmth spread through his hand, and he felt the intense power of the crimson-purple shard.



"Save me and you won't regret it."



CHAPTER 9. LOVING MOTHER

Adelaide sat across from Caylan at the large wooden table. She gently pushed a scroll.

"The Elyrithians," Adelaide was talking, "a great empire, once unmatched in power. They harnessed forces we barely understand, bending the world to their will. When they fell apart, the nations we know today were formed, and Aetherfall is one of them."

Caylan barely glanced at the scroll. He stared out the window, watching the winds swirl through the trees beyond Aetherfall's towering walls.

"Aetherfall stands on the ruins of their empire," Adelaide continued. "It is still unclear how they had the power to conquer so much land. For some reason, little information has reached us, some of it was destroyed, possibly by the Elyrithians' own descendants."

She paused and watched for any sign of interest. "Recently, one of our scouting parties found something in Carondale, mentions of strange stones. They uncovered shards of an ancient, powerful crystal. Deep violet, and..."

She sighed. "Caylan, you're not listening."

"I am. You were talking about some crystals or whatever."

"If you have something to say, just say it. What's on your mind? Your teacher complains that you're getting distracted."

"I just... I liked it better when it was just the two of us, without an extra teacher. He never lets me leave early and always tattles to the king."

"Well, he'd be in trouble if he didn't." Adelaide chuckled. "I can't believe how fast you're growing. I'm always so busy, and I'm sorry I can't be with you like before. But I made time just for this lesson."

She scooted closer. "After we're done, we can take a walk around the city, maybe sketch some landscapes... or just lie in my bed, cuddling, like you love, honey. I'll squeeze you so tight you won't be able to breathe."

"I'm not that little anymore, Mum."

"Alright, alright, big boy. But I know you won't say no to cuddling with your Mommy in a warm bed. You love that."

Caylan sighed. "Fine. But I'm too old to call you Mommy."

She giggled. "Are you too old to be my sweet son? Ugh, I still remember the day you were born like it was yesterday. Oh, hush, let me have this moment. You were such a tiny thing, all red and wrinkled, screaming loud enough to shake the castle walls."

Caylan's face turned red. "Do you have to tell this?"

"But then, as soon as I held you,just placed you right here, on my chest, you went silent. Completely. Everyone panicked! One of the midwives was about to shake you when you suddenly let out the tiniest, most dramatic sigh, like you had just finished the hardest battle of your life,and then promptly fell asleep. Right there, on my breast. No more crying, no fussing. Just this peaceful little prince who decided the world wasn't worth the trouble yet. Right from that very moment, I knew we would have a special connection that no one else would understand. My baby boy."

He smiled.

"And also, I figured out you really like napping."

Caylan shook his head, trying to fight the smile. "I don't nap that much."

Adelaide arched a brow. "Mhm. Says the boy who used to fall asleep on my lap during lessons until he was ten."

"Okay, okay, Mum! No more embarrassing baby stories."

Adelaide leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead before he could dodge. "Alright, my grown-up little prince. But you'll always be my baby, no matter how much you fight it."

Caylan rolled his eyes, but the warmth in his heart told him he didn't mind as much as he pretended to.

"I... I love you, Mum. I just... Sorry if I don't always show it."



Adelaide squeezed his hand. "Oh, Caylan. I know. There are many ways a son can show his love. I know you love me, and I love you more than anything in this world."



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In the chaos with Lakanar, he had forgotten something important.

Adelaide's portrait was lying in the sand, its edges damp and damaged by the waves. Still, she looked perfect, gorgeous. One of her nipples had faded, along with part of her breast.

Maybe I can restore it?



He lowered the portrait and sighed.

No, I can't restore anything. I'm sorry, Mum, I can't restore us, and the way I see you.



At that moment, Adelaide was already sitting by the fire with the tribe, having finished her meal.

Ranarelci sat in her seat, still mourning, with a green waistband in her hand.

Adelaide curled her legs to her breasts, watching the play of flames. What were they to do to win back their homeland? Every time she asked herself that question, there was no answer.

She felt uncomfortable among Matrokai women, especially the pregnant ones, now that she knew who fathered their children. She tried not to think about it.

"Maybe I'll have to marry the King of Carondale after all. He always looked at me the wrong way. But if it's the price to save my husband and daughters... and to give him the Crystal..."

She noticed Caylan. He was sitting farther than usual. Why?

"Is he trying to avoid me?"

Her sharp eyes caught his, and he quickly looked away.

"Maybe he's still ashamed of what he told me about appreciating seeing me naked?"

She noticed something that looked like coal in his hand. "I wonder what he needs that for?"

When the ritual began, Ranarelci handed Adelaide and the other women a cup of liquid. It was the Water of Life. Adelaide recognized it instantly by the way it shimmered with colors like a rainbow.

She didn't refuse, not after striking her, and not after Ranarelci lost her son.

"Maybe just a little. Just pretend it's wine, Adelaide." She took a sip to calm her nerves.

The young men each chose a partner, one by one. Adelaide watched as they approached their mothers, she saw it clearly now, and led them to their huts.

This wasn't just a ritual where young men chose partners.

This was sons choosing their mothers.

"I can't believe I didn't notice it before... Perhaps, I just didn't want to."

When the last young man led his mother into one of the huts, Adelaide noticed Caylan suddenly stand up. She glanced at Ranarelci, who made no move to stop it. Whatever it was.

Ranarelci turned to Adelaide and smiled, a rare smile, one that cut through the pain of losing her son, meant only for her.

Caylan walked nervously between the rows. The sounds around them faded, the wind stilled.

Adelaide did another sip, sip after sip. She tried to ignore what was happening. Tried not to think about it.

The silence and the absence of footsteps made her open her eyes. She saw Caylan standing before her. Everyone was watching them.

"Mum?"

She gulped and wiped the droplets of the Water of Life from around her mouth.

"What are you... doing, Caylan?" She whispered, looking around.

"You know what, Mum."

He took her hand and helped her up. The people around them smiled.

Adelaide blushed deeply when he touched her lips with his. They kissed in front of the entire tribe; rather, he kissed her, and Adelaide, frozen, didn't move.

His eyes met Ranarelci's. She still looked shattered after the loss of her son, but a faint smile played at the corners of her lips.

Caylan took Adelaide's hand and led her to their hut on the outskirts of the Matrokai settlement. She followed, unsure of how to react. What was she supposed to do in this situation?

As soon as they were inside the hut, Adelaide pushed him away.

"Stay back... I don't know what's happened to you." She pressed herself against the wall. "I don't even know who you are anymore."

"Mum, listen..."

"No! You make me sick, Caylan. You... you...We are not like them! You had no right to choose me! You shouldn't have... You're insane, I'm your mother, not just some woman. We've already broken so many rules, done things that would have gotten us executed in Aetherfall long ago. But you keep pushing... You keep... I don't even know. Doing whatever it is you do."

"I did it to save Kanavasi. I had to choose you as my wife for that."

"How could that possibly be connected!?"

"It's directly connected. Ranarelci will only believe my story if you and I..."

"If you and I what?" She crossed her arms, slightly lifting her breasts. Her brow arched, both angry and questioning.

Caylan sat on the bed, gently running his hand over it.

"I don't understand what you're trying to show me, sweetheart."

"No, I think you do."

She slapped him across the face.

"Do you understand my answer?" she nearly shouted. She raised her hand to strike him again but fell silent when Caylan pulled out a small, glowing stone.

"I think you know better than I do what this is. A chance to stop Darst."

He was right. The look in her eyes said it all. Adelaide knew

"Let's face it. We're stuck. Carondale won't help us unless you suddenly decide to marry their king. Maybe this is our new chance."

He lifted the stone higher.

"The price of Carondale's help is marrying their king. But the price you ask for... is us." She took the stone. "Why don't we just pretend? How would she even know if we did what she asked?"

"She'll know."

"How?"

"We have to do this, Mum."

Adelaide sat beside him, her breasts just inches away. "You don't actually expect me to do that."

"Think about what's at stake."

"I know exactly what's at stake. And I'm not about to commit... consanguinity."

"I'm ready." He kissed her shoulder.

Adelaide was horrified. She grabbed him by the hair and neck. "No! You shouldn't be ready! You shouldn't say that! You're the future king. We can't fall to the level of Darst... We... you're my son."

"I see no other way." He slowly moved her trembling hand away from his neck. "We had such a good time on this island. Don't you think? I've never felt this free, this close to you. Only here, away from everything, did I truly realize how much you mean to me, Mum. How important you are."

He leaned in, his breath warm against her lips, barely brushing them. "Just once... it could save the entire kingdom."

His hand traced over the surface of her right breast, gliding over it, over the nipple, as if massaging the top layer of skin or polishing her breast. He touched it, but didn't squeeze.

She stared into his eyes for a long time. Long and intense. "Are you really ready to... enter me? Into the place from whence you came? Into the place from which you emerged? It's against nature."

Caylan's throat went dry as he swallowed. His already hard cock, which neither of them were paying attention to anymore, got even harder and even shuddered a little.
"If that's the price..." he said. Adelaide jerked her hand, her right breast bouncing gently upward. She ripped off his hipbelt. His cock, leaning slightly to the left, looked straight up and was turned exactly in her direction.

She stared at it for a long time. At the cock she created and nursed. Adelaide, her heart pounding, stood up and slowly lowered her waistband down.

Caylan opened his mouth in amazement. There was a faint light in the hut, a pleasant odor reached him and right in front of him, just below the level of his face, was...

Adelaide's pussy. Beneath the lush brown triangle of hair was a two dark-pink tender cheeks, curved to either side. Left and right, with a barely open space between the two cheeks. With a small hole inward, the one where he came from. Around that hole was white skin that wasn't touched by the sun. Her whole groin was white as milk.

She put her hands on her hips. "Now look closely and tell me what you see? What do you feel? You can't feel..." She fell silent. His cock remained hard. Perhaps even harder and firmer than it had been.

"You look magnificent, Mum... Like a goddess," he whispered. His ears were insanely red.

"You can't like what you see. You just can't. It's not right!"

"I love what I see." He got up. His cock at the level of her hips.

"Don't come too close." She extended her hands and took a step back. "Do you understand exactly what we're going to do?"

Caylan, barely able to look away from his birthplace, nodded. Weakly.

She draped her hair over her breasts. "Don't you feel disgusted by this?"

He shook his head.

Adelaide sighed deeply. "I just can't believe this."

Abruptly she turned around, showing off her voluminous pink and white ass in all its glory. Voluminous, firm and sweet. She bent over. "I don't want you to see my face, and I don't want to see your face. This will be the fastest penetration...possible. Just so that...Ranarelci is sure...Please, make it quick before I change my mind."

She begs me to penetrate her.

His cock aimed precisely at her, exactly at the level of her ass and vagina. He slowly placed his hands on her thighs, licking like mad with thirst. Her skin was warm, tan stripes on her back.

"We're going to do this to save Dad and my sisters, Mum."

"I don't want to do this so much, baby. Please, just... don't mention your father when... Akgghhhhhh!" Adelaide shrieked. Caylan, having found the entrance, slammed into her at full speed. He rose up on his tiptoes, jerking his whole body, finding himself completely inside his mother. His cock was inside his birthplace. Inside Adelaide.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhh... MUM!" His brain burned with fire, and his blood boiled. He bit his lip, almost to the point of drawing blood, and his thighs moved, tightening. "Holy fuck."

"We did it...we did..." Adelaide put her hands on her knees. "You're inside...me..." She gulped. She could feel him... feel his big cock. "My baby is inside me."

Instead of finishing it, however, Caylan jerked back and entered again. It wasn't just entering, it was full-on thrusting.

Full-on sex.

"Stop...Caylan. It's over! What are you... doing..." Adelaide's breathing quickened. Caylan didn't stop. He came out and in again, out and in. "We didn't agree... on that... Oh my God. You are fucking me."

"Akgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Mum... Shhhh... Let me... take this moment. This is...incredible..." His hands slid off her hips a little further, touching her sides, her ribs. "'akgghhh, akghhh... akghhh..." The air came out jerkily with each rough, nervous raw thrust. "Dad is such a lucky bastard. It's amazing!"

"Don't say it! Don't get caught up in it! Please... Stop..." Her skin on her ass split in waves with each hard penetration, her body jerked forward, stroke after stroke. Nothing could stop Caylan anymore.

"Ughhh, ughh... ughhh... Stop it! CAYLAN!"

"This is better than I could have imagined... oh yeah... It's... incredible... Your pussy is... You are a goddess, Mum! You are so tight, holy fuck."

"Caylan...stop...Akgghhhhhhhhh." Her knees failed and she fell, managing to put her arms out. She sat up on her knees, but Caylan was still behind her. He placed his hands on her back, pressing Adelaide down. She lowered her head, her hair falling over her face.

"Akgghhhh...this can't be happening Caylan...this can't be happening...We'll be killed if we go back... us. We are doing consanguinity! And it's so... horribly nice."

"Akgghhhhhh... Mum... Mommy!" He bent over, touching her back with his chest, and gently cupped his hand around her right breast, stroking the softness and cupping the nipple between his fingers. His lips kissed her back, her neck.

"Don't call me... Mommy... It's wrong... but so... good..."

Her inner cheeks clenched, each time he reached inside, trying to stop him from penetrating her, but making it worse. Her vagina clamped down on him so hard he almost cried out in pleasure.

"Akgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Mum... You're my first woman. I'm fucking my mother... I can't fucking believe it."

Ranarelci and The Matrokai tribe won. The squelching sounds of two bodies colliding filled the quiet hut. Moans came off Adelaide's lips with a light cry.

Mother and son, for whom incest was the worst curse and sin imaginable, were now fucking with each other. All for the greater good, in their opinion, at least in Adelaide's opinion.

"You are my wife now, Mum... I don't care. You are my wife, and we are mating."

"Stop... while we still can... this is wrong, Caylan! We'll get killed for this." She moved her ass left and right as if that might stop his penetrations, but it only intensified each of his passes inside, each collision of his hot young cock with her pink spunky tight insides.

"This is the best feeling... It feels so good... I can't believe I didn't try this before... So fucking good... ughhhh... I'm mating with my Mommy."

"Don't say... Mommy... We've been turned into monsters." Adelaide closed her eyes, her whole face burning. She couldn't deny that it was bringing her pleasure. Her son fucking her was bringing her euphoria. All that was burning in her mind was a red light. A red bright light that said this had to stop. But she couldn't.

He squeezed her right breast hard, then slapped her ass with his other hand.

.."Ohhhh... I want to... finish on you... Ohhhh... you're so good." He pressed harder against her smoothly tender back, massaging both big firm breasts. She almost cried out as her orgasm overtook her. Her body shivered slightly and she threw her head back and opened her mouth.

"Caylan..." she muttered, clenching her teeth. "You are not my son... anymore."

"I'm here, Mum... I'm with you. Agghhh, agghhh... agghhh... I'm your son... and I'm... fucking you... Ughhhhhhhhh! Mommy!" His orgasm caught up with him just as suddenly. He pulled his cock out at a steep angle and Adelaide fell on her side, breathing heavily. He climaxed, aiming straight for her body and her face. "AKGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."

As she recovered from her orgasm, white jets of fluid aimed at her stomach, her breasts, and her face. It almost hit her eye, another ended up on her cheek, on her nose, at the edge of her mouth, on her forehead and on her nose.

Caylan's brain stopped working, and melted away. He thought of his beloved mother, and of cumming on her face, on her breasts...

Fuck those rules. Fucking mum is the best moment of my life.

These were the thoughts that rattled through his skull in the blasts of euphoria. Finally he was empty - all the seed was on Adelaide, who was lying flat on the floor. Covered in the viscous liquid, her nose absorbed the odor. A drop of seed dripped into her mouth, and she tasted that vital sweet flavor.

She couldn't think about anything, it was as if her thoughts were absent. Caylan had one thing on his mind, holding his swollen cock in his hand.

Even if I die tomorrow, life was worth living. I just fucked the best woman in the whole world, and I don't care if she's my mother. She's the best for that very reason.

Caylan took a bite of coal. His whole face was still burning. While Adelaide was distracted, he made a noticeable mark on her ass. She didn't even feel it. Caylan lay down next to her, watching her breasts heave with each deep breath.

"I'm sorry, Mum. I couldn't stop." His arms and legs still didn't obey well. His body was too relaxed.

"You just... fucked me. Despite me pleading... I don't know you anymore. I don't know who you are. What you've become. You are not my baby boy. Ugh... I can't believe I'm saying this but...if you couldn't hold yourself perhaps you should be castrated then. God, I never cheated on Alistair. What have we done? She wiped his cum from her face with her clothes.

Caylan took her hand. "We did it to save dad and my sisters. No one will know about this but us and Ranarelci, Mum. Do you understand? What happened doesn't mean you stop being my Mum. I love yo.."

"No. Don't say that you love me. Don't you dare! Because I know now that you don't. Otherwise, you wouldn't have done that. You betrayed me in the worst way possible, baby. You... I don't love you anymore."
Exile of the Crown Pt. 04
Queen mother and the prince on the island fall in love.
CHAPTER 10. WAS IT REAL?

The afternoon sun bathed the castle grounds in warm light. Queen Adelaide sat beside her son, watching as he sketched. Caylan was focused. He was gliding the charcoal across the paper as he captured the forest. She smiled.

"You've gotten much better."

"I had a good teacher."

She chuckled, flipping through blank pages. Perhaps she would draw something as well, a flower, or the fountain nearby.

"You should let me draw you."

Adelaide arched a brow. "Huh? I'm right here, Caylan. You see me every day, my dear. Surely there are more interesting subjects."

"I don't mean as you are now." He put down his charcoal and met her surprised eyes. "I want to draw you as you were that night. The banquet."

Her fingers stilled on the page. "Which banquet?"

"The midsummer one."

There was a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"When you wore the white dress. The one with the... Uhmm... That neckline. You know, the one you only ever wore once."

A slow heat crept up Adelaide's throat. "Caylan."

"Come now, Mum. It was a work of art. You knew exactly what you were doing."

She exhaled through her nose, giving him a look of gentle disapproval. "That dress was for your father's enjoyment, not yours."

Caylan grinned. "I know. That's why it was special. You were breathtaking. I was there too, wasn't I?"

"You were a boy."

"A boy with eyes."

The dress had been scandalous by their kingdom's standards. It was clinging in all the right places, the neckline plunging.

She pursed her lips, considering. The kingdom had strict rules of consanguinity, and she had always adhered to them. Modesty before kin was expected. But the way Caylan spoke now, there was only an artist's admiration. He wasn't asking to see her in the gown, only to capture its memory on paper.

Still, it felt... improper.

"I just want to capture that version of you."

"I don't think that's appropriate."

He sighed, tilting his head. "Muuum, it's just a drawing! And besides..." He leaned in, eyes full of warmth. "Don't you want to be remembered as you were then? Beautiful?"

"Well."

Her breath hitched. Damn him. He knew exactly how to push her.

Adelaide had never been vain, but she remembered the way Alistair had looked at her that night, the way she had felt in that dress. Powerful. Desirable.

Perhaps, for once, she could let Caylan see her as more than just his mother.

With a quiet sigh, she reached for a pencil. "Fine. But I'll be the one to sketch the details first. And you will not make the neckline so deep."

Caylan beamed. "Deal."

"I guess nothing bad will happen if he draws me with that dress and neckline."

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They lay on the floor, breathless and drenched in sweat. Caylan's mind was still reeling from the overwhelming pleasure and love they just shared, every nerve still alive with the aftershocks of release.

Adelaide was staring at the ceiling of their hut. Straight into darkness.

He didn't know how much time passed. It was like an eternity. Just an endless night.

"You can't not love me." Caylan reached out to touch her, but she pushed his hand away with a slap.

"We did the unthinkable... My own son and I... Oh, God. I begged you to stop! But you wouldn't listen. You fucked me, your own mother."

Words caught in her throat. Her enormous breasts rose and trembled with each heartbeat.

"I can't love someone who commits atrocities without thinking of the consequences, Caylan. I didn't raise you like that and I won't be the mother of another traitor who breaks the very laws of life."

Her voice trembled alongside her breasts. "We've become what we were meant to destroy."

"We are nothing like Darst, Mum!"

"You are right. We're worse," she whispered. "How can you not see it? We are so much worse." Her voice was hollow, broken. "He sinned with his niece, but us... there's no bond closer than mother and son, and you penetrated me..."

"We did that to survive! We had no choice. Darst did it for other reasons."

"It doesn't change what happened. You've committed one of the worst sins imaginable. And yet, you are my son, a part of me. Do I feel anger? Hatred? No. But there is no place for love anymore either, Caylan. You didn't do it to 'save us' or because we had no choice. You fucked me, took me like an animal, because you wanted to. Because you are a monster, just like your uncle. "

She brushed a strand of hair from her face and stood up.

Adelaide threw a cloak over her whole body. And the only thing Caylan could do is to watch. He was too drained to talk, or maybe he had nothing to say.

She was probably right in everything.

"You're a boy with eyes. That's what you said when you convinced me to pose in the white dress. I should have refused that day. Biggest mistake of my life. Or maybe that was having a fourth child... and it turning out to be a boy."

Her naked gorgeous body was now fully under a long green cloak. She hurried to leave the hut, but someone was waiting for her right at the exit.

"What the...? What are you doing?!" Adelaide's voice rose in alarm. A scuffle broke out and the sounds of a brief struggle reached his ears.

"Mum!" Caylan hurried after her, only to run straight into one of the tribe's inhabitants.

It was a woman: young, fierce, gripping a spear. Green streaks marked her face. She was waiting for him. As a friend or as an enemy?

She put her finger to her lips and then beckoned Caylan to follow. He decided to obey and climbed up a tree when she indicated. They moved along the large green branches for some time before stopping near the center of the settlement.

The tree branches towered over the huts, where robed figures moved busily. Among them stood a man with long yellow hair. He was speaking to the chief.

"...I heard Ornast was here. Old bagel's health has been failing. He wouldn't have traveled this far without reason. So don't act so surprised to see us."

Di'Rose scanned the surroundings.

"Ornast is a friend of the tribe. Ornast comes when he wishes. Ornast has come to visit us." Ranarelci folded her hands behind her back.

"To visit, is that it?" Di'Rose stroked his black beard. "Queen Almarin, wife and niece of our new king, was very eager to witness your customs. I warned her that the Matrokai lands might not be safe. It would be a shame if my king decided to wipe you out for treason before she got the chance. How many of you are on these islands? A few hundred? That wouldn't take more than a day."

Ranarelci arched a brow.

"We have known each other for a long time, Chief-Mother. I know I can be sometimes hard and too confident with words, but right now I'm just trying to save you. Do not toy with forces you do not understand. Hand them over or your tribe will suffer. This is not a threat, just a fact."

Her glare darkened.

"Think carefully, and don't make any mistakes, Ranarelci. Think about your sons. I mean about the older one, right? Think about the love you two share, a strange love that's not for me to judge, and imagine losing him because you're just too stubborn. Be a good mother... or wife. Or whatever. I'll give you time to think."

He turned and disappeared into the jungle, his soldiers following.

Caylan only climbed down when permitted.

"You didn't betray us."

"Not yet." Tribesmen around Caylan grabbed him. Ranarelci's face remained unreadable. "Let's visit your mother now and decide what to do with you two."

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Adelaide was being held somewhere on a remote beach. She was standing right in front of the rising morning sun. Caylan was led like a prisoner.

"Caylan!" Adelaide covered her entire body with a green cloak. Strands of hair clung to her tired, still sweaty face.

"I must be sure that you haven't deceived my hostility and trust." Ranarelci stepped closer to study Adelaide. "Your mother is a very stubborn woman."

"We didn't deceive anyone. There's a mark on her. I left a mark, Chief."

"A mark?" Adelaide's eyes snapped to her son.

"The mark isn't enough. I don't believe you were mating."

"I don't care what you believe! It happened, and it was real. We did mate, we did!"

"Stop mocking us!" This time, Adelaide's voice rose in outrage. "What is happening here!? I am a queen! Queen Adelaide from Aetherfall! I demand respect! We are not animals, and we are nothing like you! So stop... Ughh..."

Ranarelci's hand suddenly tightened around Adelaide's throat. Caylan lurched forward, but rough hands around seized him.

Chief kept examining Adelaide's face. "Huh. I see it in your eyes. Disgust. Toward yourself and your son. That's funny. Did it feel good? Don't open your mouth, I know it will lie. I asked your eyes."

Adelaide gulped.

"Be grateful that your son returned inside his birth home this evening. Say thank you to him for pounding you, because he saved your lives. Otherwise, I would have handed you over to Di'Rose."

She released Adelaide and turned to Caylan.

"So, how does it feel to return to the place where you first came into being?"

Caylan exhaled. His eyes met Adelaide's, wide with fear as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Magical." His face turned red. Adelaide turned away.

Ranarelci stroked his face.

"Good. You're a good son. I knew it the first day I saw you. I knew it by the way you were looking at her. With lust, anticipation, and hot love. You made the right decision."

She turned and walked away, the other tribespeople following in silence.

Only Adelaide and Caylan remained on the beach.

"You left a mark on me," she whispered.

"I'm sorry, Mum."

Adelaide looked at the dawn and walked along the shore. She just kept walking into nowhere. Caylan sat down, left alone with himself and his thoughts.



What have I done, Mum?



CHAPTER 11. A CRYSTAL

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Adelaide threw a coconut at one of the trees. Then she grabbed another and tossed it far into the sea. She raised her hands above her head, threw the coconut, and almost collapsed into the sand. Her wet hair was everywhere, and her cloak had fallen into the sand, leaving her standing completely naked.

She sat down in the sand.

Why did this happen to me? Why did this happen to us? Why? Why? Why?! You're a disgusting mother, Adelaide. You shouldn't have agreed to pose in that dress!

The events of the past night played out in front of her eyes. Each of Caylan's thrusts, each of his moans and growls of desire flashed before her eyes as if it were happening all over again.

Mommy... It was so long since he called me Mommy. And he did it now, a few times. Why now?!

She touched her pussy and felt bits of slime. Either hers or Caylan's. Her index finger scratched her clit and pubic hair.

Why don't I feel the way I should? Why do I feel like I'm lying to myself? I should be angrier, I should feel more disgust because I was making love with my own son, but I... don't feel the anger I thought I should. It makes me even more angry than the understanding of what we did.

She sniffed the slime on her hand and smelled young hot sweet potent cum.

On the other hand, it was so good. For the first time in a long time, I experienced pleasure from the process... Just listen to yourself. Gosh! You are crazy, Adelaide.

She stared at the sunrise for a long time.



"I will die here on this cursed island."

She licked her lips. Her excited senses craved something. Something sweet, delicious, intoxicating.

For a second, Caylan's cock popped into her mind. The same one that kept standing up and peeking out from under his hip belt. So big and also so warm. She could feel it. The way it was throbbing and almost ready to fill her.

I wonder what the cock I created tastes like. Now that we did that, everything else can't be worse, right?

She lay on her stomach, sinking her hands into the sand. Her nipples and the top of her breast flesh sank into the gritty sand. She lay down and ducked her face down.

You have definitely lost your mind. You've committed consanguinity! Your son fucked you, your son with Alistair, your daughters' younger brother, fucked you. And you're thinking about tasting his cock?

She raised her head.

Today I don't care. I want to drink the Water of Life! I want to be drunk like tomorrow never comes!

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By midday, Caylan returned to the settlement. Something was happening there.

A man stepped into the center of the crowd. Kanavasi raised his spear while the villagers and Ranarelci watched silently. She slowly placed a necklace around his neck, an amulet made of red feathers and blue pieces of lynx fur.

He carefully approached his mother and touched her boobs with his lips. First one, then the other. Then, he kissed her lips.

Ranarelci didn't react. No smile, no sad face. Just nothing. She did what she had to and disappeared into the hut. Kanavasi wanted to follow her, desperately, but he didn't.

It wasn't time yet.

He looked around and noticed Caylan, then beckoned him to follow.

"I can't wait to give children to my Mama. As many as I can. As many as she can bear. She still misses Lakanar. I'll make her forget about him. Thank you... are those at the right words? Thank you for saving me."

Kanavasi walked into the jungle with Caylan.

"You said I won't regret it..."

"You won't." Soon they came to a massive, dry tree. It was lonely, surrounded by grass and leaves.

"We found this thing long ago when fathers of Ranarelci's father were alive and the first father wore the grey lynx on his head as a symbol of leadership."

"What exactly are we looking at?" Caylan moved closer and noticed that among the huge, protruding roots, there were gaps covered by bushes and other vegetation.

He looked down and Kanavasi pushed him. Caylan stumbled inside. He fell between the roots, underground, right beneath the tree.

Caylan coughed. It was dark, dry, and cold. And then...

A dim purple glow.

Blinking, Caylan looked around. There was a massive, root-entangled, glowing purple stone, like a star.

Kanavasi climbed down after him.

"It has been guarded by us for a long time. By the tribes that remained after the first. Ornast and Di'Rose were searching for it, but their search was unsuccessful. The very first word they taught my mother and me in your language was 'crystal.'"

"But you... you're showing it to me?"

"You proved that you are different from all the other deceivers. You showed respect for our customs and proved that you are not an enemy. This is your chance to take back your home."

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Lakanar's body was placed on a bed of dry grass. A cold evening had settled in. Ranarelci stood at the forefront, surrounded by the villagers and leaders of other tribes. They all looked different, completely different from one another.

The fire consumed Lakanar's body as the Elder woman delivered a speech. Kanavasi watched with a smile, comforting and hugging Ranarelci at the same time. He rubbed her shoulder, and when she wasn't looking, he flashed a grin at Caylan.

"Is he going to put a first baby into her on the day his mother said goodbye to his older brother? That's cruel."

The Water of Life flowed among the tribespeople and their guests, mothers and sons, leaders and kin. Visitors from other tribes had arrived with their own mothers and sons.

"They have lived this way for generations, happy and in love. And beside them stands the kingdom of Aetherfall, my home, where consanguinity is one of the worst things ever."

He didn't drink the water of life but took the cup and set off to find Adelaide.

She was in their hut.

The first thing he did was nearly trip over one of the empty cups.

Adelaide sat on the ground, knees drawn up. Right in the very spot where they had made love the night before. Where he kept pushing into her with reckless abandon.

She held the water of life in her hands, her body draped in a green cloak.

"In a way, you've returned inside me, right here. If you think about it that way... it's almost poetic. Huh."

"How much did you drink, Mum?"

"Not enough... I can still smell it. It's on me, it's here in the hut, on the floor. Your seed. A mother can never know how her son's seed smells."

She hiccupped a few times and turned her head away.

"Sorry... I just wanted to drink so badly. I craved wine so much that I couldn't stop myself... Ohh... I must have had too much. That sweet taste... Maybe they call it the Water of Life because it makes men and women....sorry... I mean, mothers and sons... do what they do and bring life into the world. Babies.... Ughhh Gosh... I don't understand."

"What don't you understand?" Caylan took the flask from her and swallowed. Along with the taste of the liquid, he felt her tasty saliva.

"I don't understand how they do it. How they love each other for so many years. And I'm afraid... afraid that everything I believed in my whole life might not be true."

He sat down beside her. "I love you, Mum."

"No. Don't come to me with your 'I love you' yet. It's too soon. I... hic... I'm just thinking, remembering my little prince. Everything was so much simpler when you were a spoiled little boy."

Caylan reached for the edge of her cloak where it rested on the ground, giving it a barely noticeable tug. Once. Twice. A third time. The fabric moved, slipping from her shoulders and pooling onto the floor.

Adelaide sighed. "You just can't help yourself, can you?"

The cloak fell open, revealing her bare body. She still carried the scent of his seed. His eyes were watching her full breasts, their soft, unfirm nipples brushing against her knees. He saw her stomach and below, the beginning of her pubic hair.

"No, I can't," Caylan said honestly, and the audacity in his voice made the drunk Adelaide freeze for a moment.

"You're the queen. You're Queen Adelaide! The most gorgeous woman in the entire kingdom. The King of Second Carondale desires you as his wife. My father had 124 servants executed. Yes, I know the exact number because I watched, I counted them, all for daring to look at you, for glancing at you in ways that only men can. I've always longed for your attention; I've always wanted to draw you, and only you, Mother! I can't help but love you, not just as a son... but perhaps a little more, far more than anyone should."

He placed his hands on her face.

"I can't control my feelings. Yes, I love you. My queen. My mother, as a man. I love your body to madness; I love the dimples on your smiles, your brown eyes, the feel of your dark hair slipping through my fingers, your laugh that drives me wild. And if love is a crime, I'm ready to face the punishment."

"Ughh, calm down. Wow. Pull yourself together, Caylan. I'm not some... hiccup... girl who swoons over flattery." Adelaide gasped again, pulling away. The fire in his eyes made her feel slightly uncomfortable. "There's no one to punish us here. I mean... hiccup..." She looked down at the curls between her legs. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but... what we did here isn't a crime. Not in this place." Another hiccup. "So, there's nothing to punish you for. Right? The laws here...*sighs*...are different."

She sipped more of the water of life, the colored liquid going around her mouth and running down her neck and dripping onto her breasts, her nipples, her legs, and her pubic hair.

Caylan gulped. His cock was hard to the point of insanity.

"You're a goddess, Mum."

"Hmm?" She finished the rest of her drink and wiped her mouth, freezing and looking at him. Her gaze travelled along his cock bulging through the waistband. She rolled her drunken eyes. "I just don't understand. Is it always... hiccup... hard?"
"Only when I see you."

She swung her hand and slapped him. "I'm drunk, but not crazy... Don't speak to me like that..."

"Ouch. Sorry."

She leaned forward, crawling closer to him, her body hovering just above his.

"I don't know what just happened, but what you said was so... sincere. Your father never confessed his love to me the way you just did. 'If love is a crime, I'm ready to face the punishment.' It sounded so romantic... Ughhhh... Damn."

She pulled off his waistband. Caylan's dick jumped out.

"Ohhhh...so big and ready." She grabbed his cock and tip as if she were holding a venomous snake and was afraid it would twitch and bite her.

"Akgghhhh.... Mum....a careful..."

"That thing... is it really hard because of me? Did you really always want to draw just me? My ugly old body? Your mother?"

Caylan nodded. A second later, Adelaide's wet hand moved down to his testicles and the other half of his cock.

"And you're not afraid of the punishment that awaits us back on the mainland, at home? Not afraid of judgment for these feelings? I don't understand."

"No, Mum, I'm not afraid."

Adelaide let out a huge, exasperated sigh. "Rules... rules... rules... akggh... I want so much to.... hold it. I'm insane."

She began to steer it down, her sticky slick sweet hands with long fingers were massaging the cock, the testicles, the head, guiding it over the skin, bringing him to pure ecstasy.

"Ahhhhhh, Mum... Mmm... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." He bit his lip.

"It's my fault... that you're suffering like that. You've suffered so much, I saw it every time and I felt so ashamed of how you were in pain because of my exposed old body. If only I could dress more modestly on this island, completely hiding my thighs, belly, breasts, neck... Everything from you... I'm sorry. Aghhh... Yes... I've definitely gone mad, I'm drunk, I'm aroused... aghhhh... forgive me, darling, for being a bad mother."

"Ohhhhhhhh." Her gentle hands stroked up and down, fast and slow, changing the pace. "You're the best. Mommy!"

"Mommy. You always said you were too grown-up to call me that. And I really wanted you to call me that..." She froze and lowered her head. Her hair hid her face. Then she continued. She yanked angrily, furiously, as if squeezing fluids out of him. A little liquid dripped from his head onto her hand.

"It's all your fault, Alistair. Yours, yours, and only yours. If you had controlled your brother, if you had protected us and your kingdom better, our girls, our family. If you hadn't destroyed Carondale and taken the crystal... if you hadn't thrown their king into the Pit... We would be living like we used to... as one happy family."

"Akgghhhh... Mum."

"No." Her hands stopped. "Mommy."

"Mommy.... Akgghhhhhhhh." His heels quivered because her hands continued to massage his cock again, up and down, furiously fast...

"Call me Mommy. Right."

She gulped and looked at his cock the way thirsty people look at a puddle. There was even saliva coming out of her lip.

"I need to taste it!"

"Mum.... ACGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She reached down and devoured his entire cock. Adelaide drowned in it. She swallowed, plunging it deeper and deeper. Her bottom lip touched his testicles and the tip of Caylan's cock was deep inside her throat.

"Akgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Mommy!!!" Caylan shook. He grabbed her head with both hands and held her in that position. His cock shot a powerful stream of seed straight down her throat. Her eyes rounded at the realization.

But he held Adelaide's head hard, his cock straining, shooting out, his balls heaving and touching her lips.

Droplets dripped from her mouth and throat backward. She jerked back, pulling the cock out of her throat. It tickled her uvula, and then she left only the tip inside. The sour-sweet seed spurted right onto her tongue.

She squeaked, wiggled, flinched, and twitched her mouth. She wanted to make a sudden obscene expression. Her taste buds exploded with ecstasy. The white liquid continued to flood her mouth, and she drew it into her cheeks as if sucking the liquid out.

Caylan kept his hands on her soft hair, sometimes moving to her shoulders, once even touching her breasts.

"Ohhhhhhhh... that was... incredible..." Caylan exhaled, now he too had drunken eyes. He patted Adelaide's head.

At that moment Adelaide let his cock slip off her mouth. Semen filled her mouth and her cheeks. Caylan watched in surprise as she tasted it and swallowed. Little by little. Her eyes were closed. She swallowed the last lump and then licked her lips. A little steam came out of her mouth.

"It was... great...Is that the real taste of...potent seed? And the taste of cock? It's better than wine. It's better than honey."

Caylan, catching his breath, smiled. They looked into each other's eyes.

"I've lost my mind. This tribe is destroying me, us. Even if we return home... what life will we have?" Adelaide looked at her hands, and noticed how wet her pussy was.

He placed his hand on her shoulder and hugged her sideways.

"Everything will be okay, Mum. We'll go back home."

"What will your... father... and your sisters say... even if it works out?" Tears streamed down her face.

"They won't know." He lied.

Adelaide wiped away her tears. "I still... haven't forgiven you. I still don't love you, and I... I'm just so so drunk. I'm tired, and I'm confused. I'm a monster. Just like you. I pleased my own son with my mouth and tasted your seed. I never even did that with your Dad. What have we become..."

"We didn't harm anyone to be called monsters, Mum. We were having a good time, weren't we? Please, don't think about it. I love you, Mommy."

He kissed her hot warm cheek and felt the smell of his seed. She awkwardly hiccupped again.

"Did you... did you find the crystal?"

Caylan nodded slowly, and Adelaide opened her mouth in shock.

"You know more about these crystals than I do, it seems. Tell me about them, and how they connect to Carondale and Dad."

CHAPTER 12. WHAT HAPPENED ON THE ISLAND WILL STAY ON THE ISLAND

Adelaide smacked her lips a few times to savor the taste of Caylan's semen.

"When you were little, your father found some remnants of the Elyrithians, the civilization upon which our home is built. The Elyrithians left power sources around the continent called crystals. Carondale, with whom we had neutral relations, found out about your father's excavations. And then they found the first crystal. Meanwhile, we had none. So your father..."

"Destroyed Carondale?"

Adelaide nodded.

"He destroyed Carondale, and their king, along with thousands of prisoners and those who refused to serve Alistair were thrown into the Pit. Your uncle was the only one who opposed it, saying there was another way. But Alistair didn't want to listen. The small crystal we seized, Alistair placed under the Aetherfall throne."

"A small crystal?"

"Yes, your father showed it to me once. It fit right in his hand. Why do you ask? Is the crystal you found bigger?"

Caylan smirked. "The one I found, you'd barely be able to wrap your arms around."

He leaned and kissed Adelaide's full plump pink lips. It wasn't the worst thing they had done, so Adelaide even returned his kiss with affection.

"I don't know exactly how yet, but we will be able to use the power of the Crystal against Darst, and then we'll move on and forget about what happened on the island. We're not terrible people, Mother. We did the right thing to save Father and my sisters."

Adelaide hiccupped and looked at her hand. She had her pussy fluids between her pale long fingers.

"How am I supposed to just forget what we did and move on? How am I ever going to look your father and the girls in the eyes again? I betrayed him... *hiccup*...with my own son, and I felt so..."

"So what...?" Caylan bit his tongue.

Adelaide looked at her wet hands, then back at Caylan.

"Never mind. I'm just drunk. Were you honest with what you've said? That you love me like a son... and a little more? That you've always wanted my attention, that you love my dimples, my laugh, and..."

"Yes," he answered right away.

She was clearly surprised he answered so quickly.

"I really shouldn't have posed in front of you. There are so many thoughts in my head, and after all these years, I just can't accept that my sweet boy... that you were inside me again... and that you love me like this. It's so wrong, Caylan, baby. I need more time to think about us... *hiccup*... and more alcohol." Adelaide wore the green cloak and went outside.

Caylan looked down at his dangling cock still covered in Adelaide's warm saliva, still hard and ready to go.

She is pent-up. I guess this is understandable. The worst thing she could imagine had happened to her. She committed incest with her son.

Caylan noticed in the corner of their hut Adelaide's painting. It was a little water-damaged, but her features were still intact, as well as both of her breasts.

The queen, the best and most gorgeous woman in the whole world, was looking at him. His dear mother.

I was inside her. I fucked my own mother and it was the best thing in the world.

He suddenly pictured that exact portrait, only this time Adelaide was in a dress holding a newborn baby. Whose baby?

Mine?

A funny sweet thrill ran through his veins.

This feels like something new.



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Adelaide's attitude toward him remained unchanged the next day, and the day after.

She walked around with her breasts bare, catching his hungry stare every time. But now she spent all her time with the women of the tribe and avoided him.

She laughed with them, and at times, the women allowed her to hold the newborns, the children born from the unions of mother and son. Caylan saw a combination of disapproval, disgust, and tender affection on her face at those moments.

Caylan hadn't seen either Ranarelci or Kanavasi since Lakanar's funeral, but he could hear the sounds coming from the chief's hut. The sounds of passionate love.

At least someone is lucky.

Caylan was always where Adelaide was. She looked lovely with the tribe's babies in her arms. His imagination was running wild seeing her hold them.

I'm not supposed to feel this way while seeing her with babies.

The women gifted her new flower necklaces and ornaments. She was surrounded by these people she had once spoken of with disgust.

"They are monsters and animals," she used to say.

But now she was among them, and Caylan tried to remember the last time he had seen her so happy.

The women of the Matrokai called Caylan over and handed him a necklace similar to the one Adelaide wore around her neck. They were matching necklaces, a pair: one for the mother, the other for the son. One of the women took his hand; while the other took Adelaide's and joined their hands together.

Caylan smiled at Adelaide. Adelaide smiled back at him.

They touched their foreheads while standing beneath the vines and by the water, surrounded by people who had once been strangers but now seemed like friends. He could smell the flowers and her soft hair.

He liked her hair since he was a newborn. It was his first-ever smell.

They said not a word, and the noise of the people around them slowly faded away.

They hugged each other. Caylan used to hug his mother all the time. When they said goodbye, or when he asked for forgiveness. Sometimes just to feel her warmth and remind himself that, despite the crown, she was still his mother. But every touch on the island, every hug now, felt different. It was filled with a new, vigorous, emotional, and passionate meaning.

He really wanted to say 'I love you,' but in some wrong meaning, not the one a son is supposed to say to his mother.

Adelaide felt that Caylan relaxed his muscles, and she hugged him tighter, resting her chin on his shoulder. Her nipples grazed his strong chest.

"You've grown so much and become so strong and brave. I will never forget that you saved my life. I'll give my baby boy a hug if he wants it," she whispered in his ear with her soft breath. Caylan melted in her arms.

I never want to hurt her.

They were standing like that for a long time, hugging. Her skin was tender and silky, and her nipples were rough. Caylan felt something wet, a small drop on his shoulder. Rain?

It was her tear. Caylan pulled away and noticed she was crying. Adelaide tried to hide it and silently left.

"Mum?"

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She returned to their hut at night with a handful of pink magnolias, one tucked behind her ear and in her hair.

"So, this is what they use to make the Water of Life," she said and looked at the pink flowers. "I was allowed to pick a few to take with me. They call the drink the Water of Life because they like to love each other under it and create more children. I guess the intoxication helps them forget they're sharing the sacred act of love with their own flesh and blood. They allow their baby sons to fill their wombs with seed. It's... so bizarre."

Adelaide twirled one of the flowers, sniffed it, and then ate one of the petals. She immediately coughed after swallowing it.

"Dry. *Cough, cough.*"

Caylan didn't know what to say. She acted as if that moment beneath the vines didn't happen. It was intimate, but Adelaide treated it like it was just another ordinary scene in the tribe. Even the matching amulet around her neck was missing.

"Can I try?" Caylan reached out, but Adelaide immediately moved the flowers aside. One of them brushed against her tit, and Caylan noticed that their color was a bit brighter than her nipples.

"Alright. Sorry." Caylan pulled his hand back. "I was just curious."

She looked at him, then at the flower, and with a sigh, she reluctantly handed him a petal.

Caylan ate it and coughed. It was indeed dry.

"I often do reckless things when I drink... I was incredibly drunk when you were conceived."

Caylan swallowed the remnants of the petal. Adelaide continued to look at one of the flowers in her hand, now missing two petals.

"There was some feast, and I drank a lot. I followed Alistair all night. Your father wasn't young even then, and he couldn't always meet my needs... He didn't want more children, but I wanted another. Just one more time to feel it inside me. To feel a man fold me in an attempt to fill me with a baby."

To fold her in a baby-making pose? Wow. I never knew my mother was this lewd.

"Well, did I... meet your needs that time?" Caylan said. He was so hard.

Adelaide tossed her cloak at him, folding it.

"I was joking. It's this damn flower, I'm just drunk again."

"Then you shouldn't have taken it."

Caylan held the cloak in his hands and sensed the pervasive odor. The smell of Adelaide's sweat, semen, fluids, and... blood?

"I'm glad you are this honest with me, and I'm sad to hear Father couldn't satisfy you."

"Don't talk like that about your own father, Caylan." She ate another petal. "I keep trying to imagine Alistair's reaction if he finds out about what we did."

"This is his fault, isn't it? You said it, remember, when you..." Caylan continued to sniff at her green cloak unnoticed.

"When I swallowed your cum?" finished Adelaide for him. She shoved more petals into her mouth.

"Yes. He couldn't protect us. This is his fault. And, as you said, he couldn't meet your needs." Caylan sidled up to her, but Adelaide leaned back a little.

"Maybe you're right about Alistair. I mean, I was right. He's to blame, but that doesn't justify what we did. We'll have to live with it. It will be hard for me, but I'm not angry anymore... Wow, the petal really is making me drunk. Ahem." She ate another petal. "Tasty."

Caylan could feel the invisible wall between them begin to crumble, piece by piece. He reached out and took her hand.

"I think I feel it too... I'm already drunk."

"You know, I don't exactly like that you drink too much. I never let you drink at home, but here you keeping getting drunk all the time." She smiled, then eyed his loincloth with an edge of her eye. He had a slight boner, but she looked anyway. Or maybe it was a play of Caylan's drunk imagination.

Caylan felt his mind spinning and his blood boiling because of the eaten petal.

"Can I ask you something?"

"What?" She looked at him with suspicion.

"Did you... did you enjoy it... I mean, when we were doing that. Just curious."

"Caylan..." She rolled her eyes.

"Was I really that bad and you didn't enjoy it at all?"

She took his hand and gently squeezed it.

"It felt good, Caylan... too good. But it also felt wrong, deep in my bones, because of the truth. I am your mother. You can't, we can't do this, by every possible rule and law. You must not touch the place we once shared."

"I know, but I still love you. And whatever happened doesn't change that you are my mother, and I'm your son. I felt so good spending all this time with you, to see you finally be free from the castle's rules. You were walking naked, and you still are. Don't you think it means you've changed? In a good way."

They both looked at her gorgeous big breasts. He would never get used to his mother's tits, and every time he put his eyes on them, flashes of love pierced through him, just like the first time.

"Do you remember what I told you when you called us monsters? We didn't harm anyone to be called monsters. We simply love each other."

He reached out and touched her breast, her nipple, which stiffened up instantly. He played with it a little, her skin getting goosebumps. Adelaide avoided looking into his eyes.

"Stop it, Caylan... I'm not in the mood for games." She tried to stand up, but he didn't let her.

"I am drawn to your body because I am your son. Isn't that natural? And I know I've felt better than ever all these past days, weeks since we've been on the island."

He grabbed her boob and lifted the nipple up to his mouth, cupping it. Caylan tried to suck on it, but the breast was empty. He licked the nipple of tremendous flavor. His taste buds were exploding now the same way they did when Adelaide tasted his seed and his cock. He never took his eyes off Adelaide's eyes.

Adelaide opened her mouth a bit and held back a moan. Her hands cradled and massaged his head as if he were just a few months old again. For some reason, it took her back in time.

That's where true love was. Not with an old man king.

Her eyes locked with his at last. He could feel through her breast how hard her heart was beating and how deeply she was breathing.

"My baby boy...Ughh. Caylan."

"Mmmmmm...." Caylan caressed the nipple with his tongue, nibbling on it, sucking on it.

"Don't use your teeth, baby... Ahhhh... I'm getting tipsy again with these stupid petals..... But it's so good and so... wrong. I'm such a terrible mother."

He squeezed the other breast with his other hand, squeezing the nipple. He ran it along her veins, her skin, pressing it down and up, cupping it. His brain was melting and he was ready to pass out from lust and pleasure.

Adelaide pulled his head away from her nipple and raised his eyes to the level of her own.

"Ughhh... Enough, baby. Caylan, please. I'm still too confused, sweetheart, and I don't know what kind of relationship we can be in after stuff like this."

He could feel the pleasant sweet-sour taste of her nipple lingering on his tongue.

"I'm still your little boy, your little prince. When we go back home, we'll forget everything that happened on this island. You're my mother, my beloved mother, and I'm your baby son."

"Caylan... You..." The words caught in her throat. She was still breathing heavily, her hand now massaging the back of his neck. "Can you really promise me that you'll forget about all the wrong stuff we did?"
"I promise. I'll even forget the night you tasted my cock."

She let out a small laugh. "I never thought I'd hear something like that from you. Then I'll forget how much you love sucking on my nipples."

"I'll forget how you touched me that day on the beach when we first tasted the water of life."

They both laughed a little at the thought of the situation. He kissed her, placing his hands on her shoulders. A slow, sweet kiss, though without the tongue.

"But I don't want to forget our kisses, Mum," he said.

"Fine. The kisses can stay." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing him to her tits. "Let's go to sleep, baby."

He lay with her. Caylan pressed his cheek to her neck and soft breasts, just like when he was a child. Her heartbeat was quiet, and Adelaide's hands massaged his back. Her touch was gentle and cloud-like, just like her motherly embrace.

"I love you, Mother."

She was silent. Her chin rested upon the crown of his head. Lying there, she gazed at the wall, thinking. Not once did her hand falter; it continued to gently trace the lines of his tendons, his muscles, his skin.

"Mum?"

"Yes?"

"I would like to have a little sibling."

From the sound of her voice, he could tell she was smiling.

"We shall see what your father says."

We won't ask him.

CHAPTER 13. COMING HOME

She wasn't angry anymore, and that was a step forward. But now he had to make her say it: "I love you." Adelaide had gone to gather more flowers for the Water of Life, and Caylan hadn't seen her all day. He waited for Kanavasi, sitting outside his hut.

I haven't seen Ranarelci and Kanavasi for several days. What is he doing with his mother in the hut for so long?

Caylan was thinking about Alistair and his face if he ever finds out about Adelaide and him.

"WHAT? YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH CAYLAN? WITH OUR SON? What were you thinking about Adelaide? Do you think he is better than me?"

Maybe I even want him to find out. Let the old man know that I was able to satisfy a woman like my mother. And he couldn't.

The flap of the hut entrance opened, and Kanavasi stepped out. For a second, Caylan caught a glimpse of what was inside.

There was Ranarelci, lying naked on a bed. She was breathing so hard, her legs spread, and hurt, and white fluid oozing out of Kanavasi's birthplace.

Lots of white fluid. Caylan could feel the smell.

Looks like he filled her to the brim.

"Caylan." Kanavasi greeted his Aetherfall friend. Caylan had never seen Kanavasi so happy before. "You're here to ask about the war?"

"I... Yes, I guess that's why I'm here. You said the other tribes are ready to help, that they would share the secret of how to use the power of the crystal, and that we could defeat Darst."

Kanavasi placed a friendly hand on Caylan's shoulder.

"I know you carry... anger... and hatred... toward Darst. They are ready to help, but we need time..."

"Time? How much more time do we have to waste? My family is in constant danger..."

"Di'Rose," Kanavasi interrupted. "We'll catch Di'Rose. He threatened my mother, the mother of my future children, and he will be punished for it. You'll be able to question him and find out what happened to your father and sisters."

Kanavasi struck his chest and headed off in an unknown direction.

Even though he hadn't given any clear answers, and Caylan still knew nothing about his family, the small spark of hope allowed him to finally breathe.

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Caylan returned to the hut in the evening. Adelaide was already waiting for him, surrounded by pink flower petals and several cups of rainbow water.

What's going on here? Did she prepare the Water of Life for us?

Caylan pretended not to notice. "They made a decision, Mother. The tribes will help us."

Adelaide exhaled in relief, but she was still nervous because of something. She fidgeted with the cloth wrapped around her hips.

"Do you want to tell me something? I don't understand, are you happy or...?"

She took one of the cups with the Water of Life and began to put it into his mouth. She forced the liquid into him.

"Just drink!"

He drank the entire cup, his eyes never leaving hers. Adelaide's face turned red.

What's happening?

She poured herself a drink and did the same.

"I hope it will get easier, and I'll be able to ask it the right away," she said, taking a deep breath. Her breasts jiggled and moved, making a show for him. "While we're still here, I want to do something... nice."

Caylan barely managed to pull his hungry eyes away from her tits just in time and meet his mother's eyes.

"Did you mean it when you said everything that happened on the island stays on the island?" she said.

Caylan nodded and took another sip.

"You were right about your father... He rarely could please me, and over the years, I often had to convince him to make love to me, not just on the day of your conception. And I know I still love him. But as a husband..." She looked him in the eyes, then quickly averted her gaze. Caylan understood what she meant.

He was bad.

"He was so afraid I would take a lover that he killed every servant who showed even the slightest interest in me. I was afraid to dress freely, even in front of you, and I explained to myself that I wanted to avoid you seeing me in the wrong way. Funny."

Caylan was afraid to move, to interrupt the flow of her thoughts. The Water of Life had already intoxicated him, and he could see that with every new sip, Adelaide became more confident in her words.

"It's been so long since I've felt as good as I did when you... and I... did what we did. I was afraid to admit it to myself. I felt like I was going crazy, but... "She took another enormous, long sip of her Water of Life."If whatever happens on the island stays there, I'd still want to dive into those feelings again, until I lose the chance to feel them once more."

The pause stretched on too long, and Adelaide took another drink. Caylan didn't know what to say, and then Adelaide, getting more and more drunk, said it all herself.

"Fuck me one more time, Caylan. Please."



The sensation was like being struck hard on the back of the head. His vision darkened for a few seconds. She just asked him to fuck her.

He finished the contents of the cup and threw it away.

"There's nothing I want more," he said, leaping at Adelaide and kissing her. His mother fell onto her back and tried to break the kiss.

"Just once. Promise me it will happen only once, and when we take back our home, we'll forget everything."

"I promise." He threw off his loincloth and his cock lay between her legs, against her green cloth on the thighs.

"Mmm... I can feel the heat even through the clothes.... I can't believe I'm doing this, but I'm so wet. I'm ready to regret this later."

He took off her loincloth and crouched at her feet. He could see the pink cheeks of her sweet cunt. Her labia were pink and spread apart. The smell was mesmerizing. And there was a patch of brown pubic hair above his birthplace.

Caylan brought his face up, and suddenly for Adelaide, he licked her clit.

"Ahhhhhh...Caylan?" She grabbed his head as he continued to lick her. He wanted to know what his birthplace tasted like.

"Mmmmm....Mum." He gave her a few more sweet kisses before climbing up her body again. His tip touched her spread pinkish halves.

"Are you sure you want me to penetrate you?"

The expression on Adelaide's face was confused, and hot with lust and pleasure.

"Please, just do it before I change my mind again. You're a man, for God's sake. Just use the opportunity while I'm in the mood for... ughhhhhhhhhh. Caylan!"

He moved forward, slowly, savoring and feeling every second. Each pass through the curving tingling walls of her vagina full of ridges made his brain melt.

"Ughhhhhhhhhh... Mommy." He cradled both her breasts in his grip and squeezed. His cock finally came all the way in.

It was a feeling like no other. He was balls deep inside his mother. It was heaven.

Adelaide looked at Caylan's face, squinting as if the sun were shining on her. She was breathing hard, and then she said.

"I've never seen so much joy on your face before. Never in my life."

"I love...hhhhmmmm... being inside you." Caylan bent down and kissed first one breast and then the other, right near the nipples.

"Akgghhhh, Caylan."

He jerked his hips back and entered again. She moaned, over and over. The air stuck wheezing in her throat. It was unthinkable, it was insane. Now he was fucking her, again, for real. Each thrust was long, deep, passionate, It was vibrating along her mature body, big, massive tits, and belly.

"Best day of my life...Do you like it? Do you like it when your son fucks you, Mum? Ughhhh!"

"Watch how you talk to me... ughhhhh... Don't overdo it... Aghhhhh!!"

His cock was sliding inside like it was made for this. He was overflowing with euphoria. Their lovemaking was intensifying.

"So tight..." Sounds of flesh slapping were all over the hut. He pinned her down. Caylan was going like crazy, his dick pounding his Mommy's pussy.

"Ahhh... Caylan... harder... please. Touch that special place we once shared... keep going..."

"Mommy... Ughhh!!!"

Caylan was ready to cum at that very moment. He continued to fuck her, her legs wrapped around his hips. They were both drunk, and both enjoying the insanity that was going on in these moments. The Water of Life did enhance the pleasure and the feeling of love.

"I love it so much... ughhhh... when you call me Mommy. Fuck Mommy's pussy harder, my baby."

Caylan kissed her neck following each thrust inside his birthplace. Several times he heard and felt Adelaide squeeze beneath him. Her body relaxed and then tensed and trembled again. Her breath rattled.

"You're enjoying this. I know... I can see it. You are my woman, mine."

Adelaide closed her eyes, surrendering to every passing minute, and to every long penetration. Her baby son was pounding her pussy. Adelaide's mouth was open. Caylan kissed his mommy's mouth while Adelaide just lay there letting her son do whatever he wanted with her mature sun-kissed body. He licked her breasts, her lips, her neck, her body while her hips throbbed furiously as his cock penetrated her tight pussy. His Home.

That's what he always wanted. All that painting, all those walks in the woods, it was just a cover to get to her. So he could fuck her.

The walls of her vagina squeezed his cock with every rough push. Adelaide's tight cunt squeezed him so hard.

"You're cumming on your son's cock, Mum. I can see it." He started sucking on her nipples, Mommy's massive milkers.

Adelaide lapped at every thrust inside her vagina. It was different from her husband, different from Alistair as much as it could be. Caylan's grunting was so damn loud. She felt his thrusts, and through the rush of orgasm, she thought of his birthday, and Alistair.

She watched as he ravenously devoured and licked her boobs and nipples. His hips moved pushing his huge hot cock with its tender pink head inside her. She had created this cock and now it was making its way back up and piercing through. Sometimes he stopped as he entered as deep as he could.

"Ughhhh... Nghhhh... Mo... Mommy...." Caylan winced as he savored these moments and sensations deep inside his own Mommy.

"Ughhh, no... no... we're making a mistake. I shouldn't have. We... what are we doing... What in the name of God are we doing?! Ughhh!!!"

She felt his right hand squeeze her breast with all his strength, her nipple exactly in the center of his palm. "We can't! Get away from me!"

Adelaide gathered all her strength and suddenly pushed him off. The impact of her hand made his vision spin. His cock slipped out, and Caylan fell down. "Aghhh... What the... Mum?"

He looked around, his vision still blurry. The hut was empty. Caylan stepped outside and saw her walking, almost running away, completely nude.

Caylan hurried after her. Through the moonlight, he saw Adelaide sitting in the sand, right by the waves.

"Mother?"

"Forgive me, Caylan. Forgive me, I..." She wasn't crying, but her voice was broken. "I thought again about your father, the girls. About our family. I suddenly imagined them watching us. What would they think if they saw us doing it with each other? I know it brings us joy, but... but..."

"Shhh... Just be quiet." He grabbed her neck and bent her down into the sand. Caylan lifted her ass. "Don't be afraid, Mother. They can't see us mating. Just enjoy it..."

Or let's let them watch.

"Caylan, please, let's just... Ughhhhh."

He entered her from behind and continued where they left off. Right in the sand, on the beach. They were really like animals now. He braced himself from behind and his strong arms pressed into her.

"Akgghhhhhh... Caylan!" Her jaw shook with each thrust.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh... Just enjoy it, Mommy." Her moans were music to his ears. He continued at this pace for a while, occasionally straddling her dangling tits. "It's so hot inside you, Mum... Ughhhhhhhh."

How in the world did she end up like this? Being fucked raw and in a doggy style by her baby son, by her Caylan, on a beach. So far from their home, and from her husband.

"Mmmm... Caylan... Baby. Not that hard. It hurts... What is going on with me... Ughhh..."

But he did even harder, harder and harder. Her brain was melting, and she forgot about her old man husband, and Caylan's annoying sisters.

Her pussy was mind-blowing. He couldn't believe it was the same place he had fallen from one day. The way of nature is just magnificent. Indeed. At first you give birth to another little human, and then he returns back by fucking the same pussy he emerged from.

Caylan's balls were shuddering, he was so hard. They were like animals in heat. He was pushing all the way in, and back. Euphoria surged through his head Her cunt squeezed him every time he entered. He could hear the sound of his balls bumping against her ass. He was so close. "Akgghhhh, Mommy... Mommy... I..."

"Caylan!" she straightened up. She was well aware of the sounds and movements of a man on the verge of release. And Caylan could feel it, too. It cost him a lot of effort to pull his cock out. He fell on his ass right into the sand.

Sweat was pouring off him. His cheeks were burning, and he was breathing as hard as if he'd just run around the island several times. He had his cock in his hands.

Adelaide, her hair wet on her face, turned to see him. Her pussy hummed with an aching pain. He ravaged her like no one ever did.

"Thanks for not finishing inside, baby..."

"I'm not done yet, Mum." He crawled closer.

"That's enough, Caylan...we have to stop....I've had enough."

She tried to crawl back, but he was faster. Nothing could stop him at this point.

"I'm tired of playing games with you, and I'm tired of apologizing and making up for you." He grabbed her legs and pulled her closer to him.

"I want to fuck your brains out, Mum. You've teased me for far too long. The way you were walking around naked, the way you were posing all this time... Ughh... You wanted me to see you in the wrong way. You wanted me to notice how gorgeous you are because you crave attention. And you know Alistair can't execute me like the other servants. So you were showing off in front of me."

"Caylan... Ughh..." She felt him one more time between her legs in a missionary.

"Do you still want to be folded in a baby-making pose?"

"Wha.... Ughhhhhhh... Nooooo..." Adelaide shruddered and moaned.

Caylan folded her in a mating press. His hips were moving again, faster and faster inside her. He was ravaging his mother's dear pussy, thrust after thrust.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, Mum." Caylan was pumping his own mother, his balls aching with pain, and desire. He was ready for a huge release.

"Ughh, ughhh, ughhhh, fuuuck, Mum. I love you so much... " Their lovemaking was intense, primal, hot. He was raw fucking his own mother and there was nothing she could do to stop him. His mind was buzzing with euphoria. She looked so gorgeous while he was fucking her. He couldn't stop looking at her face. "I love you, Mum... I needed it so much, so so so much... Aghhhhhhhhh..."

"I raised such a needy boy." She smiled while noticing his gaze all over her face. "Such a young.. ughh... passionate lover. You just don't care about consanguinity... You just don't care how wrong this is, fucking mother's pussy, Caylan... Ughh...You are a bad boy... Ughhhhh... I can't believe how much you love your Mommy. You don't care about... incest... Aghhhhhhhh!?"

He was so ready, his balls were so full. Caylan was pent-up.

"I am, Mum... I am... Aghkkk... Gosh... I know it's bad, but I don't care. Nghhhh I want a little sibling, Mum." Caylan pounding became slower, more precise, long, lustful.

"Caylan." Adelaide wasn't thinking clearly because of the pleasure overwhelming her. "What did you say?"

"Fuck it." He pressed even harder and began thrusting into her even deeper. His cock was sliding in, penetrating her. He was getting slower and slower. His breath ran out at each thrust, he pulled out and suddenly entered her dramatically, all the way in, crushing her into the sand.

"Caylan!"

"AKGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... TAKE THIS, MUM!" He was cumming, releasing hot streams of fluid from his balls right into his own mother. The white liquid was channeled through his cock and filled her womb.

"'CAYLAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She realized what was happening too late, her hips squeezed his cock, but that only heightened the effect.

Flashes of bright light flooded his mind, "I'm...cumming inside my mother."

She tried to throw him off her, but he continued to press her solidly into the sand, his cock kept filling her with the contents of his balls. His baby batter was shooting deep inside her, in the deepest parts of her pussy and her womb. It was unparalleled, the best sensation possible. He watched her face, where every possible emotion was displayed. Anger? Shame? Hate? Love?

"Akgghhhhhh...Mommy." He shot again several times, his cock and body shuddering with each rush of the injected dose of seed. Right into his mother.

She surrendered at some point, and relaxed. Caylan's brain turned into a kaleidoscope of images, not real, bright and crazy, but so tangible.

He got off her, squeezing the rest of his cum out of him. Her rosy cheeks were filled with white slime. It flowed out of her..

"What have you done, Caylan? What...have...you...done...You...finished inside me... How could you?"

She touched her pussy. Her fingers picked up the seed leaking out of her, she couldn't believe what was happening. Of course she couldn't believe it.