Exile of the Crown

CHAPTER 14. ETERNAL REMINDER OF A NIGHT DESTINED TO BE FORGOTTEN

Caylan lay there and just looked up at the starry night sky, but then the sand, the ground beneath him vibrated. The sand, leaves, trees, and even the water, were making noise and rumbling like a small earthquake.

Were these the effects of a massive release? No. These were real vibrations.

Adelaide pounced on him and pressed him into the sand. Her hands grabbed his neck and clutched him. He felt her wet cum-filled pussy on his belly.

"You are an animal! We were supposed to forget this night, we were never supposed to remember it, but you did the one thing... the only thing that will never let us forget about it."

Caylan thrashed. He was too weak, drained. His arms and legs were limp. He couldn't, or didn't want to, push her off, to break her hold.

"You... how could you... How could you do this to your own mother?!"

"M-Mother..." Caylan gasped, struggling for breath.

She clenched her teeth, her wet hair fully covering her red, furious face. The stains of his hands were still on her breasts, the spots where he'd sunk his claws into them.

He was gasping for air, and her hands released him slowly, trembling.

"I just wanted to lose myself for a moment, to feel like a woman again, not a mother, not a queen. But you did... a horrible thing, reminding me I can never escape that role when I'm with you. You've failed me like no one else did."

Adelaide brought her lips to his ear, her nipples stripping their rustling covering over his chest.

"You've finished inside your own mother," she said.

Her words were full of disgust and burning condemnation. It was the tone that marked he had committed the worst, most repulsive act imaginable. And he had done it to her. Memories and thoughts of his mother danced through his mind, swirling amid a kaleidoscope of pleasure after the sex that ended with him cumming inside her.

It was amazing.

The voices in his head were saying the same thing.

You finished inside your mother.

But a sweet, blissful smile played on his lips. He looked as if he had descended from the most incredible place as if he had been resurrected or born again. In a way, it was true. He had come out of his mother for the second time. It felt like a second birth.

"What's going to be with us now? You... me... How could I let it happen?" She stood up. White seed dripped onto the sand. She walked into the jungle and disappeared among the thick trees.

He lay there for a very long time, until dawn. It was a long night for him. His thoughts couldn't come together into anything clear.

"I'm sorry, Mother..." he said when there was no longer any point in speaking.

I came inside my mother. What if she gets pregnant? It was... so good. Everything would've been so simple if I just died. It was the best thing I've ever felt in my life, but the consequences... I'm not ready.

When the sun started to rise, someone tossed a cloak over his body. Caylan forgot he was lying there naked. He looked up and saw Ranarelci. The chief wore long, flowing robes with a hood. In her hand was a staff she used not only for walking but also to steady her when standing still.

"Get dressed, Reborn Baby," she said, then asked, "Do you feel it? The cleansing? The love? The real one. You've known it with your mother. You are reborn. Every man is born twice. First, when his mother pushes him out, and again, when she lets her son back inside, fully, filled with his hot semen. I saw Adelaide, furious, soaked, tearing through your hut. And I heard the earth. It spoke in its own way. It told me you've walked a long road, just as I've walked mine."

"I don't want to talk about it," Caylan said. The scent of semen still clung to Ranarelci. "Did Kanavasi get reborn too? Did you enjoy it? Is that why you use a stick walk?"

She struck him on the head.

"Ouch!"

"I can also hit you with it."

Caylan rubbed the spot where she hit him. "I belong to a different world, where mothers and sons can't do what you do here. Mothers can't be pregnant by sons... Gosh, what have I done?"

She placed her hand on his shoulder. "Love is stronger than blood, Caylan."

He watched the sunrise for a good long time. His heart beat harder as he thought again of the night past. He thought about his naked mother, about her breasts, about his birthplace. And he thought of the white liquid flowing out of Adelaide. His semen.

The first woman he'd ever experienced love with was his mother.

"You're not the boy you were when you both arrived on our island. Now you're a man. And the crystal's rumble said so."

"The crystal's rumble?"

"Didn't you hear it? The noise of the earth."

"I... don't know what I heard. I was too... cloud-like to hear."

Ranarelci smiled. "I understand. Kanavasi is the same. I came because the tribes want to speak with you. The rumbling woke us up, and now we want to decide whether we should get involved in your war."

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"But Kanavasi told me that you had already decided to help me." Caylan walked behind Ranarelci, who was leading the way. She moved slowly, leaning on a stick for support. Her legs and hips gave out now and then, and with her uneven gait, she looked like an old woman barely held up by her own body.

"Perhaps my beloved husband and son believed that," she said, "but the chiefs rarely gather, and when they do, their decisions take a very long time. Kanavasi assured them that you love your mother as they do, and therefore you are our friend. But words do not always become knowledge, and no one was certain until tonight."

"Until the rumbling? How do you know it was the crystal?" he asked.

"The last time this happened was in the days of the Matrokai's father, the first man to have a child with his own mother, owner of the grey lynx pelt. The crystal responded to his love, to the way they loved each other. It happened when the Matrokai tribe was born. The crystal revealed itself and spoke to him."

Caylan scratched the back of his head.Crystals can't talk.

Soon he stepped into a wide clearing. In each corner, the chiefs sat on their carved seats, with torchlight beside each of them. He had seen them at Lakanar's funeral.

They were watching him. Women, men. The elders and the young. There were six of them. Ranarelci was the seventh.

They spoke, and Ranarelci spoke their words to him. A tall woman with braided white dreadlocks and lynx teeth at her throat leaned forward.

"What is so special about this child? Why do the fates of our tribe keep trying to twist themselves around his grief?"

A thin elder with blue-painted skin and a half-burned ear answered.

"The Stone spoke," he said.

"The crystal has not spoken in many, many seasons. Why would it try to speak to a white stranger? Why now?"

"Can we ever know the will of the crystal?" A woman with golden feathers woven into her hair said and closed her eyes. "It listens to our love, to our passion, mothers, and sons, and in return, it gives us blood, gives us the jungle, gives us home. It was small when first found by An-father, but now it's big, and it grows strong on our love."

"This child asks for our blood! He asks our people to fight in a war for his weak tribe. Why should we fight for him?"

"Because they need the crystal," Caylan told Ranarelci and everyone else. "And they will come for you, sooner or later. They won't negotiate. They'll grow stronger in silence and strike when you least expect it. They've taken from those far more powerful than you, and they will do it again."

The circle went quiet.

"We don't need your threats, child. We've lived here for generations. We've slaughtered every enemy we've faced, from this inner world and beyond."

"It wasn't a threat," Caylan said. "You are just savages for the people who occupied my homeland. My mother still thinks you are, to be honest. Just a bunch of savages with weird customs. You've had the gift of time here. The time when you could sit on your island, do what you want, and deal only with your own problems is over. That time has passed. You are part of the world now, all of you. Deal with it before it's too late."

Caylan looked at Ranarelci. "Are you ready to fight for your crystal? Now or later? What does it mean to you?"

"Everything," said a man with hollowed cheeks and dark, steady eyes. "The crystal is our life."

Everyone nodded. The sun was slowly rising above their heads, and the heat of the torches danced in their eyes.

"The fate of our kind is being decided now. Caylan, your fate and ours will be determined by the crystal, and whether we should help you or not," said Ranarelci. "It called upon you. It wants to see you. You will either die or live. If you live, we will help. If you die, then..."

"I get it." He gulped.

"The Crystal does not rise for liars or cowards. It does not answer fear. It answers devotion."

"Devotion to what?" Caylan looked into Ranarelci's eyes.

"To your mother," she said.

CHAPTER 15. THE CRYSTAL

Ranarelci was the one who led Caylan to the tree. Now he didn't mind her walking like a snail.

"I've never felt like this," Caylan said quietly. "Like I'm walking toward my own death. Willingly."

"There are many things you've felt for the first time on our island. Fear, love."

"Yeah, being drunk? I got drunk for the first time here. And my Mother... the itching she had was horrible."

"Yes. Itching." Ranarelci smiled. "I just did it to let your mother get loose. To walk... naked."

"Thanks? I guess. It actually helped." His hands were trembling. Ranarelci stopped beside the ancient roots. From beneath them, Caylan could see the light, red, and violet, pulsing like a heartbeat buried in the earth.

"So, either I die or the crystal chooses to speak to me." He did a long nervous sigh. Ranarelci took his trembling hand.

"Caylan from the Oversea. You've come a long way. You're someone who lit up and changed the Matrokai, even though you're just a young boy. You are the Matrokai's White Stranger. You showed me that we can live in peace and understanding with other beings, and you helped me find and protect my Kanavasi. You helped me find my perfect lover. I'll be honest, and I want you to hear this. You've lived a good life here with us, with your mother, long enough to be ready for the next realm without any regret. Don't you think?"

Caylan thought about everything that had happened to him on the island, the first days, the amusing observations of local customs, and how he and Adelaide had marveled at everything unfolding around them. He remembered him and Adelaide laughing, kissing, swimming together, holding each other's minds through hard times. He thought about the day he drew her, and about the moments of love that had passed between him and his mother over these long weeks.

About their love.

About their love.

"Yes... I suppose you're right," Caylan said, looking at the tree. "I was happy. With her."

"Think of love, not of fear," Ranarelci said, placing her hand on his heart. "You've become one of us. Think of the one you love most."

She turned and walked away, and Caylan began to descend beneath the tree. The crystal glowed with a blood-violet light. It illuminated the space, not blinding, but impossible to ignore.

"You called me? Well... here I am."

Caylan imagined his mother and reached out.

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Suddenly, he was in the Great Hall of Aetherfall, candlelit and full of song. A grand feast is underway. The music rises from the corners of the hall, the guests are everywhere. Royal banners hang high above. Tonight is a night of celebration.

He turned his head, and there they were. His sisters. Jasmine, Louisa, and Nora. But they were so small. Just little girls. The youngest one was almost a baby.

"Dear?" Adelaide said beside him, taking his hand. "Are you alright?"

She was younger. Much younger. Her brown hair is coiled into a braid, streaked with jeweled pins. Her purple gown hugs her body in velvet and silk, the color of dusk and wine, cut low at the chest and slit high at the thigh. A black shawl slides off her shoulders.

"Oh, wow... Ughm. I'm... fine. Just a bit...I was down there a second ago, and now I'm here? Is this home? What's going on, Mother?"

"Mother?" She took a long sip from her glass and then laughed. "Are you sure you are okay, Alistair?"

Alistair?

Adelaide raised her glass to the crowd. The guests toasted the daughters, but her eyes stayed on him. Caylan managed a smile, but it was brittle. On the dais, the girls clapped and giggled as a juggler tossed fruit in the air. Nora squealed as an apple soared too high and landed in a wine goblet. Jasmine beamed with pride at the attention, and Louisa waved to someone across the room.

"Majesty," Adelaide said, brushing a kiss against his cheek. The scent of wine, jasmine, and amber clung to her. "I feel so tipsy..."

"I can see that. You've made quite a show of yourself tonight," he whispered. His words flowed as if they were both his and not his at the same time.

"And yet, you can't take your eyes off me. I know you like what you see," she said in her silky voice.

Caylan felt the eyes on them. The court watched. Some laughed politely, others pretended not to notice. Adelaide leaned in. Her fingers slid up Alistair's thigh beneath the table.

"Ughh... Mother... What are you doing?"

She grabbed his cock and squeezed it hard. He could feel it. Every. Movement.

"Mother? Again? Really? I think I made my point. I want another baby, dear," she whispered.

Alistair stiffened. "We've already talked about it. Let the girls come of age."

She smirked. "I don't want to wait. I need my husband. Do you remember what I said the night the twins were made?" Her hand pressed firmer. The bliss was all over his fake head. "As my king's queen, I have to provide him with as many offspring as I can, and as my king wants. Don't you want more kids, Alistair?"

With a single graceful move, she lifted the skirt of her gown just enough for him to see the curve of her inner sexy pale thigh.

His vision darkened. A corridor. A door closing. The sounds of the hall muted. Now, they were alone.

"Why do you want this child so much?" Alistair poured himself more wine into the jug. "We can manage without a son. I am too old, Adelaide."

Adelaide stepped closer, the sway of her hips sexy.

"You're not old," she said, fingers brushing over his collar as she leaned into him. Her lips grazed the edge of his jaw. "Do you even see me anymore?"

"Of course I see you."

"Then show me," she whispered, tugging gently at his belt.

He caught her wrist. "Adelaide, we're...this isn't the time."

"It's the perfect time. I'm drunk and I'm horny. The girls are sleeping. The guests are drunk. And you're mine for this night, old man."

She pressed into him, guiding his hand to the swell of her hip beneath the velvet. Her thigh was warm, bare, soft under his palm.

"Ughh... You are so warm," he whispered. "Adelaide... I... this kid... I'm afraid of having... a son."

"Afraid?" Her hand stopped, and she looked at him curiously.

"I... I saw how much attention you gave to the girls, and I feel like I'd just be jealous if it's a boy."

She tilted her head, her brown hair spilling over one bare shoulder.

"Jealous? Of our son?"

Alistair, Caylan, nodded. "I know this fear is irrational, but... what if he gets all of you? All your love? I don't want to fight with him for you."

"First you're jealous of the servants, and now you're jealous of a son who hasn't even been born yet."

She smiled, a smile with years behind it, with pain and knowing and something older than both of them. "He won't steal me from you. I promise. He'll be yours too."

Caylan, trapped in the body of his father, felt the sharp pull of reality and unreality blur. He knew what was happening. Knew what this night would become.

"You know what? We can stop it if you don't want it. I don't like begging you to do it," she said.

"I do want this. I want us to have a child. I want to giveyoumy baby, Mother," Caylan finally said.

Caylansaid it, notAlistair.

Adelaide laughed, shaking her head. "My-my, Alistair. There it is again. You called meMother, right when it gets sweetest."

Alistair leaned forward. Their lips met. She tore off her dress, literally ripping it from her body. Her beautiful long brown hair was spread out and fell to her shoulders. She was naked. Her large breasts and hard pink nipples pointed directly at him.

"Come here and give me your precious baby."

His breath caught. She was divine. Even though he had seen her naked on the island many times, seeing her again within the castle walls, in her bedroom, overwhelmed him. In the place where he had always seen her tightly dressed, she now stood naked, pleading for him to give her a child.

"Yes, Mother." He walked over and she pushed him onto the bed.

"You called me Mother again, honey," she said as she pulled off his royal clothes. They kissed. Their bodies pressed closer. She kissed him like her husband, not like her son as she had all the times before.

It was the sweet kiss of a divine woman. Her tongue was luscious, rushing into his mouth. She lay on her back and spread her legs invitation-wise. Slowly spreading her knees and welcoming him inside. Adelaide bit her lip and beckoned him with her index finger.

He could see her pussy, her pink halves the color of her hard big nipples. Her pubic brown hair hovered over her vagina. A place he was never meant to see, he saw once more.

Mother's pussy.

She was inviting him inside her. She was asking to be impregnated.

It was strange to see her like this. But wasn't this what he'd wanted for so long? Wasn't this what he'd been seeking?

Adelaide rolled her eyes as the pause dragged on and pulled him down on top of her. Caylan collapsed into her chest, naked, and her hand guided his cock inside her warm wet pussy.

Their bodies shuddered. He entered her deeply, as deeply as he could, as this weird body could let him.

"Mmmm... My love. Cum inside me."

"Akgghhhhhhhhhhh... Mommy." He entered her insides, her rosy cheeks. Her pussy felt different, younger, maybe even tighter. "This is crazy, Mother. You're asking me to finish inside you."

"'Argh... Mmm... That's exactly what I'm asking, but...mmm... I'm not your mother." She kissed him, lifting her head. Her hands touched his hair. "I never would have guessed that my lovely king was actually secretly in love with own mother."

He moved his hips, finding just the right perfect rhythm. Their bodies shuddered, the spanks squelching. Coming back into her again was incredible.

He had no idea what was going on, but he had no right not to take the opportunity to fuck her again.

"You are... the most beautiful woman... and I don't care if it's wrong... I don't care, I don't care. I love you... akgghhhh... Mother." He jerked, thrashing, penetrating her with each uneven awkward thrust.

"Akgghhhhhh... Why do you keep doing that? What's wrong with you today?"

She closed her eyes and savored his eagerness, which was new to her. "Keep going."

Her vagina squeezed and engulfed him inside her.

"You've never been like that...akgghhhhhh..." She squeaked. Sweat dripped from his face, he twitched as she relaxed feeling each of his hungry thrusts. "Akgghhhh... I know consanguinity is a terrible thing. This... incest secret can stay ours. I will keep it, my love. Because you agreed to give me another child. Come on, love. Cum inside your Mommy... Ughh... this baby-making pose is so good."

He was so close. His movements twitchy.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhh. Mother, Mother, Mother. I'm...!!!" He froze and his tip exploded. He unloaded a huge white load inside her pussy. He released his white warm seed deep into her womb. "Akgghhhh...it's...unbelievable...akgghhhh!" He continued to splurt shot after shot. Big slimy loads of his cum.