Lysara clung to her son, her embrace warm and full of the simple, profound joy of his presence. But as she held him, she felt the hard, insistent press of his arousal against her lower abdomen.
She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, taking a deep, deliberate breath.
Her body stilled against his. Then, she pulled back just enough to look up at him, her dark eyes narrowing playfully, but with an edge of something more possessive.
"Son… do I smell another woman on you?" she asked, her voice a low murmur. "Did you mate with another woman?" Her hand slid down between their bodies, her fingers tracing the line of his shaft through his trousers.
"Is Kaela not enough for you? Maybe she is too busy now… let Mother do it."
She began to guide him backwards toward the bed, her strength surprising despite her soft curves.
"But, Mom," Eis protested, a laugh caught in his throat even as his body responded eagerly to her touch. "The news I have for you guys is amazing! Can't you wait for a moment?"
"Tell me while I do it," she whispered, her voice husky with a mix of command and promise.
By the time his back hit the furs, her hand was already inside his trousers, her fingers wrapping firmly around his thick length. In one smooth, practised motion, she lowered her head, her warm, wet mouth taking the head of his cock inside, her tongue swirling with a skill born of deep, intimate knowledge.
A groan escaped Eis's lips. He let his head fall back against the furs, one hand tangling in his mother's soft, dark hair.
The urgency of his news warred with the immediate, consuming pleasure of her mouth. He could see Kaela from the corner of his eye, still by the hearth, watching them with a quiet, knowing intensity, her own chores forgotten for the moment.
"Fine," he managed, his voice strained. He began to speak, the words punctuated by his own sharp breaths.
"The Chief… he told me… about cities."
Lysara paused, pulling back with a soft, wet pop, her lips glistening. "Cities?" she echoed, her brow furrowed in genuine confusion. "What do you mean, cities?"
She didn't wait for an answer, diving back down, taking him deeper this time, a low hum of encouragement vibrating against his flesh.
Eis gasped, his hips giving an involuntary twitch. "Yes… stronghold cities. Big places, far bigger than the village. They protect people. They have… more resources. Better everything."
He fought to form coherent sentences, the dual sensations of her mouth and his own excitement making it a struggle. "The Chief says… I should go. That I'm too… ah… too strong for here now."
Lysara pulled back again, her eyes serious as she looked up the length of his body. "Leave? Leave the village?" Her hand stroked him slowly, firmly. "You want to leave us?" There was a flicker of fear beneath the desire in her gaze.
"No," he said firmly, his hand tightening in her hair. "Not leave you. Take you. Take you both. He said it's five days on foot, two if we have a demon horse.
We have the meat to trade for one. We could… we could have a real house there. Kaela could learn… more than just chores. You wouldn't have to work so hard."
He saw the conflict in her eyes, the fear of the unknown warring with the desperate hope for a better life for her children, and for herself. It was a hope she'd long buried.
"Tell me more," she breathed, her breath hot against his sensitive skin before she took him back into her mouth with renewed, almost frantic energy, as if she could swallow the very promise of this new future he was describing.
And so, between gasps and moans, with his sister's quiet gaze upon them, Eis painted a picture of a new life, his words weaving through the intimate act.
He spoke of safety behind high walls, of abundance, of a place where his mother could be more than just a widow in a small hut. He told her of the respect his Tier might command there, of the opportunities for Kaela.
All the while, Lysara worked him with her mouth and hands, her own arousal building in response to his words and his body, her own need becoming part of the shared dream.
She was no longer just sating her son; she was sealing a pact, affirming a new destiny with every flick of her tongue, every deep, accepting swallow.
When his climax finally surged, spilling into her willing, eager mouth, it felt like the release of more than just physical tension.
It felt like the end of their old life. She took him fully, her throat working as she swallowed, her eyes locked on his, filled with tears and a fierce, blazing hope.
She finally pulled away, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, her chest heaving. She crawled up his body, settling her full weight on him, her breasts soft and heavy against his chest.
She cupped his face, her expression fierce and tender. "If you want to go to this city," she whispered, her voice raw, "we'll go with you, all of us. We are your family. Where you lead, we follow."
From the hearth, Kaela finally moved, coming to kneel beside the bed. She placed a gentle hand on her brother's arm, her silent nod echoing her mother's words.
Their world, which had been the four walls of a small hut, had just expanded immeasurably, and their bond, tested in the strangest of ways, was the only compass they would need.
Eis looked at his mother's face, her lips still swollen and red from their recent intimacy. A strange, possessive affection swelled in him, mixed with the lingering thrill of his news. He leaned in and captured her lips in a deep, claiming kiss.
As he did, the distinct, musky taste of his own release flooded his mouth. He pulled back abruptly, sputtering.
"Pwah! Pwah! How do you handle this?!" he exclaimed, wiping his tongue with the back of his hand, a grimace on his face. "It got into my mouth!, I never learn pwah pwah"
Lysara simply laughed, a rich, warm sound that seemed to fill the small hut. She stood up from his lap, her movements fluid and graceful despite her generous curves.
"Well, I think it's delicious," she purred, giving him a look that was both fond and deeply possessive. "Now, you go and prepare for the departure. When you get back, we will have food ready."
She turned to walk toward the hearth, her hips swaying in a rhythm that was pure, unconscious art. Her ass, full and round, moved in a hypnotic, mesmerising way that seemed to defy the simple fabric of her dress.
Even the gods must be jealous of me, Eis thought, his eyes glued to the sight, because that juicy, heavenly ass belongs to me. He felt his arousal, which had softened, begin to stir again, comforted by the sight of her retreating form.
With a chuckle and a shake of his head at his own inability to stay focused, he got up from the bed. "Alright. I'll be back."
He left the hut and made his way back through the village. The sun was higher now, burning off the morning chill. People were beginning their daily routines, but he paid them no mind.
He arrived back at the Village Chief's compound. The same guard from the last visit saw him and immediately straightened. "Hey, it's him! Let him pass!"
The other guard scrambled to open the gate, and Eis strode through the empty compound to the main hut. He pushed aside the heavy skin door and stepped inside. The Chief was sitting on his massive bench, a small feast of the beast meat already laid out before him. He looked up, his face splitting into a greasy, self-satisfied smile.
"Son! Welcome back! Have you thought about the proposal I gave you?" he asked, his voice oozing smug anticipation.
Eis didn't bother with pleasantries. "No. Actually, no. I want a demon horse, some Tier 1 black wood, and a map to one of the stronghold cities."
The Chief's smile faltered for a second, replaced by a flicker of calculation. Then he forced a jovial laugh. "Well, son, considering how much meat you gave earlier, I won't be a greedy man. Come."
He heaved his bulk up with surprising speed and waddled toward the back of his hut. Eis followed him through a hanging skin curtain into a larger, storeroom-like area. There, tethered to a post, stood a creature that was only vaguely horse-like.
It was taller, more muscular, with sleek, dark hide and intelligent, violet eyes that watched Eis with unnerving stillness. Its breath steamed in the cool air of the room. Beside it, stacked neatly, were dozens of thick, jet-black logs, each one radiating a faint, cool energy.
"Here they are," the Chief said, gesturing expansively. "The black wood we have is used to reinforce the walls after a beast attack, so we keep a good stock. Take as much as you need. The horse is yours."
Eis nodded, his expression unreadable. He waved his hand, and another large beast carcass, a hulking, furred creature with massive tusks, thudded onto the floor between them.
"Fair trade," Eis said simply.
The Chief's eyes gleamed at the new offering. "Excellent! Excellent! And the map!" He hurried to a small, ornate chest, unlocked it, and pulled out a rolled-up piece of what looked like treated, tough hide.
He handed it to Eis. "This is a copy of the route to the nearest stronghold, Stonehaven. The landmarks are marked."
Eis took the map, tucking it into his tunic. He then turned to the demon horse. It watched him, its head tilting slightly. Eis walked up to it, staring into its violet eyes.
He placed a hand on its neck, feeling the powerful muscle and the cool, smooth hide. The creature didn't flinch. It simply stared back.
"You're coming with me," Eis stated, his voice low and firm.
The demon horse let out a soft, snorting breath, as if in acknowledgement.
Eis then turned to the pile of black wood. He extended his hand, focusing. One by one, the heavy logs shimmered and vanished into the seemingly space beside him, his personal, extradimensional storage, a rare gift he'd discovered when his abilities first manifested.
He took a significant portion, leaving a respectful amount for the village's defences.
He then untied the demon horse's tether from the post. It followed him willingly, its hooves making a soft, rhythmic sound on the hard-packed earth.
He didn't look back at the Chief, who was already shouting for servants to haul away the new beast carcass. He led the demon horse out of the hut, through the compound, and out the main gate. The guards watched him with a mixture of fear and respect, quickly stepping aside.
Once outside, he swung himself onto the creature's back. It shifted slightly, adjusting to his weight, then settled. A sense of raw power thrummed between them.
"Let's go," Eis murmured, more to himself than to the horse.
The demon horse was a restless, powerful creature; its coat was the colour of dried blood, and its eyes burned with a low, amber intelligence.
Eis dismounted outside a familiar, well-kept hut on the village's eastern edge, tethering the beast to a sturdy post. It snorted, steam puffing from its nostrils in the cold air, but settled under his firm pat.
He didn't bother knocking. He pushed the hide door aside and stepped into the warm, fragrant interior. His aunt, Mira, was by the hearth, grinding herbs into a fine paste with a smooth stone. She was a beautiful woman, a few years younger than his mother, with the same dark, lustrous hair but eyes that held a sharper, more mischievous glint.
She looked up, and her face, which had been set in a look of mild concentration, instantly softened into a radiant smile. "Eis! My favourite nephew!" She set her grinding stone aside and stood, wiping her hands on her hide skirt. "What brings you here so early? Did you miss your Auntie already?" She opened her arms, and he stepped into her embrace, which was firm and warm, her body soft and yielding against his. His hands fell to where they liked to be on her soft, squishy ass.