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blood Like Wineby DireLilith Leah’andra sat at the head of the empty dining hall table, in a drunken stupor. None of the servants standing around her dared to caution her against such a state. They knew her temper, and the fury of her whip. They dared do nothing to stop the Drow Matron from indulging deeply. The house was a mess, as much of a mess as a Drow home could be. It was situated far from any of the other great Houses in the deep subterranean city Leah’andra had grown up in herself. She preferred her privacy, and it made the home one of the most desired and expensive known in her circle of wealth. But since the falling of her fortunes and the disappearance of her only c***d on the surface, Leah’andra had no desire to attend the upkeep of the home. She sat now, distraught and angered, staring in lost thoughts at the glass goblet of wine in front of her. It was half full but was the sixth of a line of fully drained cups. She had been drinking her sorrows away nightly, after a day spent in bed, alone. Alone. A Drow Matron alone. She knew she ought to be out courting some lover or other, wooing some male into her web so that he could take care of her most basic of needs; money, protection, and lust. But since the letter came of her son’s disappearance in one of the most insane crusades to the surface she had ever heard, Leah had no passion for anything. She hungered for nothing, ate very little, and fed her broken heart on wine alone. Soon, this night, her head began to loll. The servants lining the walls as commanded looked at each other solemnly. They would be unable to move from their positions until she allowed. Now she was passing out from her drink, and they would surely have to stay where they were all night long. Maybe, in the morning, she would release them to their rooms. But they wouldn’t know for sure until then. Leah’andra’s temperament was fickle and unpredictable. Somewhere down below the dining hall, a door swung open, letting in the fetid stench of the unkempt courtyard. Then it slammed shut and a running of feet was heard. Up the stairs came someone wearing armor, and the servants cowered. Were they finally being run over by vagrants? Bandits? The soldiers of another Matron who intended to oust Leah’andra and have the house for herself? It was none of these. Preleis burst into the dining hall, panting. He glanced quickly around the long room, until his eyes settled on the slumped forward form of his mother, sitting in what once had been her throne. His panting breath caught in his throat as he saw her there. And he knew what had happened. She had fallen for the trickery of one of their enemies. Some fiend had sent her the false papers suggesting he was disappeared, dead or worse, somewhere on the blasted light-covered surface. Poor Leah’andra, who had chosen to bear only the one c***d, and that a son of all things, was drowning her sorrows. Had she finally drunk herself to death, he wondered, dashing forward to smell the goblet. He tossed it from the table, letting it shatter on a wall nearby a servant’s unflinching head. From the smell of it, it was poor wine but not poisoned. So his mother was not dead from suicide or further treachery. She was morning the supposed loss of her only c***d, one that could never be her heir but one she loved more than life itself. Preleis smiled then, and put a hand against his mother’s cheek. Her eyes fluttered, but he could tell the crystal blue orbs saw nothing of him. He was covered head to foot in armor, besides. It was new gear he had bought with his mother’s generous and constant donations to his journey. She may have despised his insisting that he go to the surface, but she had ensured he had every comfort on the journey. Nothing was to be spared for her only c***d. Smiling still, Preleis pulled his mother into his arms, lifting her frail form from her heavy chair and carrying her from the room. He knew the way to her bedroom well enough, though he had never been allowed to enter therein. He was her First Boy, the only male c***d she would have allowed herself to have. Unbeknownst to those outside the House of Acre-Mons, Leah’andra intended never to bear a c***d again. Her heart was devoted to the male offspring she had produced, that she had even dared to suckle. Most male c***dren were lucky to be allowed to live, never mind to grow into a useful role within their Matron’s home. Preleis was more than just lucky though. He was Leah’andra’s beloved son, and regardless of the protocol of Drow society, she gave him everything she dared. It was one of the things that made their privacy so crucial and important. Up stairs and around corners, Preleis walked, slowly. He took his time, admiring his mother’s u*********s form. The perfect line of her lips, the pointed cut of her ears as they poked from the white cascade of her hair. Her head lolled, softly, on his armored bicep, and he pulled her closer still. He could smell the incense on her thin robes. And if he dared to look carefully, he could see the subtle curve of her nipples through her bodice. She was an eternal beauty, elf-born even though she was Drow. The heritage of the Dark Elf was long since torn from those of the surface dwelling, tree-hugging elves that frolicked foolishly in field and forest. But one thing all Drow shared with their light-loving kin was near-immortality. With great care, a wise Drow avoided poisoned cups and well-hidden daggers, deadly creatures slipped under bedcovers, and grew to a ripe and ancient age. Of course, it was necessary to the Drow lifestyle that not all be so lucky and wise. With a booted foot, Preleis pushed open one of the two heavy doors that guarded Leah’andra’s bedroom chambers. The gaggle of servants that had been following them quietly on padded feet slipped in behind him and began lighting soft candles and incense burners, readying the room for their mistress. After their work was done, Preleis hissed at them and moved to the veiled four poster bed set in the center of the room. Once there, he carefully laid his mother down on the soft velvet blankets, pushing the curtains until they wound around the posts so that he could watch her and make sure she was comfortable. He stared at her, as her eyelids fluttered once more. She looked up at him, and he was sure she thought she was having a dream. “Who are you?” she whispered softly. Preleis leaned closer, pulling off his helm and placing it on the floor next to the bed. He knelt there, taking his mother’s hand in his. “Your son,” he said, kissing the top of her hand tenderly. “My son is dead,” replied Leah’andra. Her eyes filled with tears, drunk as she was. The pain of her loss was that prevalent in her thoughts that even in a stupor, she felt it’s keening. “No, mother. I am alive and well! It was all lies…” Preleis took his mother’s hand and rubbed the palm against his bare cheek. He was still so young a Drow that he did not have facial hair, only a boy really. But what passed for a boy among the dark elves made him a man on the surface. Leah’andra blinked and seemed to gaze at nothing. Her lips curled in a smile as her eyes closed, and she pulled Preleis close in a weak embrace. “If I am dreaming, let it never end,” she whispered in his ear. Preleis let her arms fall to her sides finally. He knew he should leave her rooms. When she woke in the morning, she would be angered to think he had carried her here. It would be more that her pride was wounded. Leah liked to come across as a strong woman, not a weak and simpering fool. The thought of her son carrying her across the house would appall her good sensibilities, never mind that he had entered her private rooms. But when he looked down at her, her fingers were slowly reaching for him. “Don’t leave me, Preleis. Never again leave me,” she sighed. Her breath was the same as the wine she had been drinking, sweet and intoxicating. Preleis looked to the doors of her rooms, halkalı escort which were once again closed. No one would see if he removed his armor and stripped down to the leather undergarments he wore beneath. Then he could climb onto the giant bed and hold his mother while she slept. Her anger be damned the next morning; he couldn’t bear leaving her alone just now. And she seemed so weak and fragile. Undoing the armor alone took Preleis longer than he had hoped, but soon he was wearing his soft leather tunic and leggings that came down to just below his knees. All the rest of the padding he used to protect his ebon skin from chafing was piled with the rest of his war gear, at the side of the bed. Carefully, he crept around his mother’s bare feet and made his way up next to her on the bed. Preleis slid his arm beneath her snowy head, letting her curl up against him u*********sly. He stared at the veiled canopy above the bed, studying the webbed designs there. Knots of lace were wrapped at odd intervals in the shimmering web, looking much like flies caught and poisoned and saved for later. Is that how Leah’andra saw her conquests, her lovers? Preleis thought to himself. Then he considered the thought that he held his mother now much like her lovers did. He couldn’t remember her having had a lover for several decades. She was very focused on Preleis’ education and war training. She spared no time for her own frivolous needs. So does she lie here at night alone, then, staring at this web and remembering the feel of a lover’s kisses? It made the young man sigh in regret. It wasn’t natural for his mother to care for him as she did. Matrons did their best to oust the males they birthed, as soon as they could. Giving a son up to foster in another’s House was an ideal way to make or break a bond, depending on if the boy survived to full adulthood. That was the Drow way, death and intrigue at the hands of those close by. The enemies and infidels of the surface were simply past-times used to practice on and train. The real enemy lay in the House next door, in one’s neighbors and relatives. And in one’s own family. Leah stirred next to Preleis, in the throes of a nightmare. He turned to watch her, leaving his arm beneath her. And his breath caught in his throat as he saw that her bodice, having been loosely laced in the first place, had now come undone. Leah’andra’s perfect and rounded breasts had pushed from the purple material. Her navy blue nipples were tinged with a color of burgundy like the blood from some sacrificed maiden, and Preleis could see clearly every ripple and bump on the areolas before him. He felt his groin tighten unnaturally in his leggings, pressing against the leather and demanding attention. His mind was focused now though on the breasts exposed before him. Leah’andra tossed again, towards her son, and one heavy breast pressed suddenly against Preleis’ side. She was heaving, in her slumber, panting in fear or anger at whatever demons tortured her dreams. And it made her breast drag slightly up and down the leather covered side of Preleis’ tunic. As he watched, enthralled, the nipple hardened from the sudden stimulation, becoming erect and peaked like a small dark mountain. One I can never climb, he thought warily to himself to ward off his unbidden lusty thoughts. But his groin had a mind of its own, and it throbbed between his legs. Preleis looked again at the bedchamber’s doors. He chewed his bottom lip, and with a careful hand, slowly reached down to touch the outline of his cock through his leggings. The House of Acre-Mons was a House of oddities, indeed, he thought. Never had Preleis bothered to waste his time with the affections of the many maids his mother dutifully shoved his way. He pleasured them, learned how to please a woman, but never slaked his own thirst on them. Somehow, they never seemed perfect enough. They were too young, too innocent, too inexperienced for what he felt needed to be an epic adventure. He shied away from the Matrons that plied him with gifts when he was a handsome boy going to gallant balls and parties as his mother’s escort. Always he stayed at her side, ignoring the beckoning fingers of the women around him, mature women with wealth and fortune he could ill afford to ignore. And yet he did just that — ignored their wooing words and courteous gifts. It was a secret he kept from his mother, never wanting her to know of his dislike for that side of Drow culture. He knew learning to please a woman could mean a man’s life or death, and he learned his lessons well. But never once did Preleis dally with a woman longer than he had to. Men, of course, he had enjoyed thoroughly, especially the men whom he had served or who had served beneath him. Men did not love. They slaked their thirsts as was needed, giving in to the physical as a means of release. When approached the first time by an instructor who held a different kind of sword in his hand, Preleis had been mystified. But his initiation into the army had started thus, and he accepted that this was how men of war needed to act when there were no women around. They weren’t like the human armies of the surface, who dragged wenches from farmhouses and serf’s homes for the sole purpose of dallying in pleasure. The Drow men used each other only as they needed, so that they could focus on the battles at hand. Now, Preleis was finding himself suddenly attracted and intrigued by one woman in particular. And again, it was something that couldn’t be. His mother, driven by sorrow to a drunken stupor, lay exposed next to him. Her nipple was hardening against the leather of his tunic. And he had a hand on his groin, stroking carefully the ridged outline of his cock through the leather of his leggings. She wouldn’t know if he touched her, now, he knew. The thought was a temptation. In her sleep, Leah pressed herself up against Preleis, her dreams suddenly seeming ardent and passionate. He sighed and rolled to his ribs, facing Leah’andra and adjusting himself for what he was about to do. Carefully, he pushed her to her back with one hand. But when she had rolled over, he did not pull away. Instead, his fingers began to move over the purple material of her blouse until they reached the darker colored bodice and its undone lacings. With great care, Preleis watched Leah’s face as he pulled the bodice completely apart, letting the lacings fall to the sides. Leah sighed heavily with relief as her breasts were freed from the tight and binding top. Preleis chewed his bottom lip, staring at both of the exposed breasts. Now both nipples were hardening, equaling each other in their peaked firmness. He lifted a finger and dared to touch one. Leah moaned softly, likely thinking it was a lover in her dreams who touched her this way. She was too drunk to think anything more of the stimulation she was feeling. Preleis circled the nipple slowly, sucking in his breath as he felt the small ridged peaks of each breast. Then, he brought his finger to his mouth and licked it, returning to the dark nipples with wetted digit. He circled each nipple again, watching as the saliva gathered in the dips of each areola and glistened in the soft candle light. With precision, Preleis blew gently on each nipple. He raised his head up and looked down at his mother, watching her brow furrow as her chest heaved. She was enjoying this dream, he knew. And he wasn’t sure if he could stop enjoying it himself, just when he should. With a son’s hunger, he stared at the tight areolas of the breasts before them. As a c***d, he had suckled there, he knew. He almost remembered the soft caress of his mother’s fingers on his cheek as he drank deeply of her milk. Most Matrons refused to feed a male c***d, finding a wet nurse to do the duty instead. Usually, that wet nurse became a c***d’s first lover. But Leah’andra taksim escort had suckled Preleis herself. And he hadn’t completely forgotten the feel of her nipples in his mouth…or his desire to have her be his first lover. Slowly, he bent his head and closed his eyes, his lips parting to take the peaked areola of the breast closest to him into his mouth. He enveloped it slowly, then began to suckle it firmly. He sucked hard, remembering the dribble of milk that used to flow from this breasts over his tongue. Now there was no milk, but the nectar of his passion made this just as sweet. He tongued the nipple until it was soft, larger now. And he opened his mouth more, his hand gripping the breast from underneath and holding it firm to his mouth. He filled himself with his mother’s breasts. Beneath him, Leah’andra groaned and shifted. But Preleis did not release her. He adjusted himself, pulling his other arm from beneath her head slowly so she did not wake. He lay next to her now, almost on top of her torso. He let go of her breast with his hand and moved his fingers to the mammary left unattended. Then he tweaked that nipple, hardening it. Deftly, he transferred himself from one breast to another, quickly suckling on the fresh one until it too was soft and swollen. Leah’s hands on his head were a surprise, but not enough to make him pause in his suckling. She was asleep, she would remember none of this. Her fingers curled in his hair wantonly and he drank deeply, feeling himself fill with his mother’s slumbering passion. It was such a natural move, to release her breast with his hand and let his fingers slowly slide down her ribs and over the material of her thin robes. It was so right, to Preleis, that he reach her skirts thus, and begin to pull them up his mother’s thighs. There was no going back now, he knew. His cock was hard, aching for these next moments. And Leah’s need was clear as she squirmed and moaned beneath him. Her thighs parted as the skirts exposed the ebon skin of her legs. Preleis turned his head to look at her knees, his mouth still anchored to her breast. Then, as the sight of her exposed privacy came into view and the skirts were at last completely bunched in his hand, he gasped lightly and the nipple dropped from his mouth. As Leah lay there, writhing in want and need, her legs spread and closed rhythmically. Her perfectly trimmed pubis was almost bare of the soft downy white hairs she kept trimmed down to a small triangle on her mons. And Preleis could see the pouting fullness of her labia, her lips slightly opening and closing with the movement of her thighs. His hand let go of the material of her skirts. His fingers moved lower, grazing across her abdomen. Then, he was cupping her sex, no longer caring about being tender. He held her firmly in his palm, reveling in the feeling. Here it was, the thing she had always hidden from him by duty and cultural law. Her sex, her mons, her privacy, the thing she shared with others in this very bed — but never with him. Carefully, Preleis moved his head lower, finally resting it just above one of Leah’andra’s thighs. He wanted to see it all. If he was going to at last see it, he wanted to miss nothing. He pried her lips apart with careful fingers, licking his lips as he saw the glistening moisture tucked between the cleft of the swollen outer labia. With the fingers of each hand, he maneuvered the lips apart until he could see the budding clitoris beginning to swell right before his eyes. And there, nestled snuggly in the flesh of her cunt, were the inner labia of Leah’s sex.Preleis moved himself to between his mother’s spread legs. She had parted her thighs wide for whoever it was she dreamt of. And he intended to take full advantage of the position. His tongue darted out expertly, tasting the nectar of his mother’s forbidden sex. He closed his eyes, reveling in the musky scent that was woman. Again his tongue came out, and then again. He began to lap almost furiously at the cunt lips, teasing out every drop of moisture that he could. Here was the milk a man could drink, here was what he no longer needed to get from the breast. Between his mother’s legs he found the milk of life, the nectar of the gods, all that was heavenly and made of ambrosia. Finally, he began to explore her more slowly, using his tongue and one finger. He found every cleft of her sex and touched it, stroked all of her. His tongue explored the inner recesses of her vagina, then dipped lower, letting his finger dart in and out like a small penis. Leah’andra writhed, moaning in near agony as the finger fucking increased, never deep enough it seemed. Preleis’ tongue moved lower, finding the sensitive region of flesh that separated front from back. Then he dared to press lower, finding the pucker of Leah’s behind. His finger was slick now. He moved it to where his tongue had gone, and teased at the tight and wrinkled rim of Leah’andra’s anus. She ground down against his finger, and he knew she wanted what he was offering. Carefully, he pried the sexy anus apart and slid his wet digit inside. Preleis groaned as her tight ass sucked his finger in to the first knuckle. He dove forward with his tongue, invading her vagina deeply this time. Another finger moved to join the first, widening the tight rosebud of Leah’s bottom and making her cry out. Still, Preleis knew she would sleep on, conscious but not. Her body knew what to do, but her mind was elsewhere, lost in dreams. For Preleis, this was no dream. It was fantasy come to life. He moved his fingers deeper into the tight bottom, stretching it and imagining his cock there instead. Men were used to tight things on the battle field, found in the darkness of a commander’s tent. But there was never the softness of a woman’s sex so close by to be had. Womankind mixed everything up, and Preleis wanted to revel in it. Slowly, he withdrew from Leah’andra’s behind and sex, kneeling between her legs. The look on his face was solemn and rigid. What he was going to do now was very serious, indeed. But the ache in his loins was not going to be denied. He was going to have his mother. Now would be the only time, as she lay writhing half naked and vulnerable before him. Leah’andra wasn’t known for her moments of vulnerability. Preleis needed to appreciate them when he could. He fiddled momentarily with his leggings, then finally the laces were undone. The leggings were barely spread enough to allow his cock freedom before he was throwing himself on top of his prone mother’s squirming form. He buried his face against the side of her neck, moaning as her legs lifted to wrap around his waist and her arms gathered about his shoulders.Into her his cock dove, as if knowing where it belonged. Never before had women’s flesh enveloped him like this. He had been sucked and prodded and caressed. But never had he felt so completely buried inside a woman. His cock shuddered and gasped, acting like a virgin as it exploded without care within his mother. sleeping or not, Leah seemed to comprehend what had happened. She let Preleis lay against her, not feeling the tears of shame and wonder that ran from his eyes and crossed her neck beneath his face. Then, she began to move her hips, up and down, slowly stroking her son’s penis with the tight walls of her vagina. Preleis couldn’t breathe. He felt suffocated in pleasure, and wished to be lost in that sweet darkness forever. As his mother’s cunt stroked him, he felt himself become hard again, amazingly fast and thick. His cock throbbed in response, and he matched her rhythms, slowly at first. Soon, she was speeding up, grinding herself hard into Preleis. He raised himself above her on his hands, looking down into his mother’s face. Her eyebrows were furrowed tightly together, her eyes squeezed shut as she let her body enjoy the pleasure of the fucking it was getting. Preleis continued to şişli escort move, letting her decide their rhythm for a few moments more. Soon, Leah was wrapped in an orgasm that caused her almost to fall from the bed. Preleis took one of her hands in each of his and held them to the bed tightly. She gripped his fingers, her eyes slowly opening. But still they had the dazed look of someone not there. Somehow, she managed to speak. “It feels so wonderful,” she slurred. “I dreamt…I dreamt you were my son…” Her revelation caught Preleis off guard. Had she been dreaming of him?? This entire while he had felt guilt over giving in to his want for his mother. And could it be that she desired her only son as well? The thought caused Preleis’ cock to surge to new life. He moved harder within his mother, bucking against her until he could feel his cock head hitting the bottom of her womb. “Preleis,” she whispered softly. There was no mistaking the wanting in her voice this time, the intentions she was dreaming of. Preleis moved away from her, keeping his cock hard inside her as he lifted her legs up to his sides, then to his shoulders. Now, he was positioned perfectly, to piston into her sex and even to bang against the walls of her tight cunt. He bucked forward again and again. Finally, he could not resist his earlier thoughts. He turned his mother over with a deft care that kept her sex tight around his, while leaving her finally on her stomach. She groaned and gripped the pillow beneath her cheek tightly. Preleis pulled at her buttocks, massaging them roughly. He could see the dark glimpses of her anus, still puckered and tight. He’d known many bottoms in his time on the crusade. But never had they been surrounded by such a tight and perfect ass as this. He teased a finger down the crack of Leah’s behind, then leaned forward, mouth lowered. As he reached forward, his cock withdrew its hard shaft and bulbous head from Leah’andra’s cunt and fell hard to the bedding. Preleis shifted back slightly, and Leah seemed to protest, whining from the loss of contact with her son’s sex. Preleis’ tongue darted out as he pulled the cheeks of Leah’s ass apart. He licked at the anus and its tight wrinkles, teasing it. It puckered more and seemed to try and withdraw from the sensitive touches of his tongue. He moved a finger, then another, against the dark hole. And he watched, amazed again, as both fingers stretched the hole tightly. A shiver ran through his entire body as he removed his fingers, pressing the head of his cock against that anus. He knew from previous experiences that a tight hole could tear if it objected to a lover’s intentions. It was always impressed upon him that he calm any lover he was taking this way first, so that the tight anus would be that much relaxed when the true testing came. This time, however, Preleis felt wicked, deceitful. He wanted the tightness to be tighter, it had to be tighter than any man he had ever had. He wanted his mother to be something new, refreshing. If her body objected to this, and if her ass tightened, he would be unrelenting. He would simply continue, his eyes closed, joining her in her dream world. Ruthlessly, Preleis dropped a slick spatter of saliva onto his penis where it met his mother’s hole. Then, he pressed inward. Leah’andra’s eyes shot open and she almost screamed as the burning cock pushed deep into her ass. She gripped the pillows tightly with her clawed fingers. Preleis pushed further still, burying himself to the base of his thick cock, until his balls were pressed, heavy and filled, against her wet sex. Leah automatically pushed her ass upwards, rounding out her bottom to Preleis’ groin. It furthered his advances and he felt himself buried suddenly inside his mother’s anus, to the hilt of his blade. He put a hand on either side of her shoulders, raising himself up, and began to madly pound into her ass. Her cheeks against his groin made a wicked slapping sound. Her face was covered with sweat, and perspiration dripped from Preleis’ chest and neck down onto his mother’s arched back and spine. He reached out, a hand twining in the thick white hair of his mother’s crown. He pulled back, forcing her neck to arch and her mouth to open. Her eyes were wide, looking up into his. He cared not to notice if she was still lost in her drunken stupor. He had gone too far now to care. Preleis dropped his mouth to hers, forcing her head to twist to meet his kiss. She was at his mercy now, she was his Matron no more, only his bitch. He fucked her ass hard, riding her mercilessly as he bit at her lips until they bled. He drank the blood there, sucking it from her tongue. Then he dropped to her body, holding her hard to the bed as he reached beneath her and painfully fondled the breasts he had so tenderly made love to not that long ago. Leah was awake. Her senses had come clear, but she was waking from a dream become reality. She had dreamt of her son’s touches, his mouth once again to her breast like when he had been her babe, her little man as she called him. She had dreamt of changing his undergarments as an infant, then as she had watched his penis had grown. All of him had grown and she had been left in her dreams with a full grown Preleis naked before her. In those dreams, she wanted him more than any man she had ever wanted. Where they came from, this sudden unmotherly thoughts, she could not say. Maybe they had always been buried deep in her subconscious. Maybe this was why Drow women never suckled their sons; lust and love were such a dangerous combination, and having a man at the breast, that man your son, could only lead to danger in the future. Now, she was in that dangerous future, there was no doubting it now. Somehow, Preleis had come home. He was alive, and well, and a man in all ways. Somehow, she was in her bedchambers, and her son was thrusting into her from behind, violating her ass rigorously. He was holding her head tilted back for his pleasure, his mouth sucking her tongue hard into his own. There was no mistaking the feel of his thick and heavy cock about to explode in her behind, nor the dark and dangerous look in Preleis’ eyes as he glared at her. It was not hatred. It was not anger. It was passion, base and primal. And it was a passion he was feeling only for her at this moment. Leah’andra stared back at her son, her mouth gaping as her body began to react to what pleased her the most, the domination of her flesh. Uncontrollably she began to orgasm. And the depths of her ecstasy warned her that she had already cum once this night. This was no sudden orgasm brought on by first pleasure. How long had Preleis been in her bed thus?? In reaction to her body’s uncontrolled writhing, she could feel her son giving in to his release. He came inside her, hard, thrusting to the point where she felt the skin of her tight asshole tearing from his pounding. He was out of control. She could feel the heat of his cum within her belly like a flooding of lava, burning her from the inside to the out. She cried out in pleasure, not in objection, and almost hated herself for it. Then, he was done, at last. Preleis dropped to the side of his mother’s unmoving body, never taking his eyes from hers. She was awake and aware, of that he had no doubt. Some part of him had pride in that fact. She had felt the heat of him, the desperation of his need for her. There was no way anyone could have slept through what he had been doing so fervently. What would she say now, this Matron of his who could have him beheaded in an instant for so much as a wrongful look or word? “Preleis,” Leah’andra said softly. Her fingers, trembling, reached out to touch her son’s cheek. “You’re home, alive and home.” He took her fingers in his and kissed them softly, nodding and closing his own eyes against the tears he felt welling up foolishly. Sniffling and snuffling, his mother moved ever so subtly towards him. Instinctively, Preleis brought her close to his half exposed body, holding her in a protective embrace. “Never leave me again,” she whispered. There was the slightest twinge of anger in her tones, but the soft sobbing she was giving in to covered it almost completely. “Never,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. And they slept thus, til the morning.

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