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Your Mother's Tits

Chapter 56

The beast was horrible and like nothing Yeneneshe had ever seen in her life. It was completely black and looked like a dog, only it was very tall - at least nine feet - and had a double-headed penis that squirted twin jets of cum. The creature's erection was thick as a tree branch and stood upright from the furry nest of its sack. Its red eyes were greedy and it licked its slobbering fangs as it lifted Yeneneshe by the arm to appraise her small, curvy body. Its paw was big enough to consume her waist, and when its fist closed around her, she tried to pry the hard fingers off, but they only tightened. She was caught. She screamed and twisted, her mane flying, her tail flashing when the beast grabbed the front of her dress and tore. Her white breasts shivered free, the pink nipples standing rigid and rolling against the cold air. She cringed in disgust and turned her face when the monster's tongue slapped her cheek, and then the creature grunted and growled, drooling with anticipation as it lowered her toward its erection.

Yeneneshe's shapely legs kicked in a sudden panic when she realized what was happening. "No! No! Don't!" She felt the creature's double-headed cock pressing against her sex, pressing so hard, it was about to break her hymen in bloody fragments and burst inside. She sobbed at the very thought and screamed again.

"Let her go, monster!" Nkwe roared.

Yeneneshe glanced over her shoulder, her mane tumbling in her frightened face, and saw Nkwe come bursting from the house. He was furious. And somehow, even in that moment, she was mortified to have her brother see her naked and helpless, her breasts flapping as she twisted in the grasp of some horny monster. The creature was entirely focused on raping her, and its beady red eyes were locked on her pink sex as it strained to keep the enormous cock out.

"Nkwe!" Yeneneshe sobbed. She screamed when the monster licked her again. "Save me!"

Palesa emerged from the house behind Nkwe. She was scowling, and before Nkwe had a chance to react, she had conjured her bow of light and shot the creature in the face. It roared as her magical arrow zipped in its eye. Blood splattered Yeneneshe's face, and the creature dropped her, bellowing in agony. The ground was far away, and Yeneneshe twisted through the air, terrified she would break something on impact. Nkwe stepped beneath and caught her heavily in his arms. Panting and covered in blood, she looked at him miserably and broke down sobbing.

"It's alright, Yeneneshe," Nkwe whispered soothingly and rubbed his nose against her mane. He glanced over his shoulder at Palesa, who was watching grimly as the creature sputtered its last breath in the grass. "Thanks, Palesa. Could you . . .?"

Palesa nodded. "I'll be right at the door," she said, turning back to the house, "in case one of them decides to come back."

Yeneneshe sniffled quietly as her brother carried her away. She dropped her head against his shoulder, and she was so shaken, it didn't even occur to her to wonder where they were going. Nkwe was carrying her through the village toward what appeared to be the village square. There was a great fountain at the center, with a statue of an elegant vixen pouring water from a jug and into the basin. The water was still flowing after thousands of years.

Nkwe sat Yeneneshe on the edge of the fountain, then scooped water in his paw and started wiping the creature's blood from her face and breasts. His paws were gentle and soothing, and she sniffled quietly until the tears stopped, but her black eyes were still glittering with them.

"This village was called Tan-ni," Nkwe said quietly, "thousands of years ago. I saw it written on stationary over in the house." He shook his head in amazement. "Everything here is frozen in time, impervious to decay." He laughed flatly. "But not overgrowth. I believe someone cast a spell in an attempt preserve a part of our empire forever. . . . and it worked."

"W-What was that thing?" Yeneneshe whispered, hating the stammer in her voice, not caring what he was saying.

"The beast," Nkwe said darkly, his eyes on the water as he scooped it in his paw. "Have you heard of the Ravisher?"

"At --?"

"Don't say his name," Nkwe warned, staring hard into Yeneneshe's dark eyes. When Yeneneshe dropped her eyes, he continued wiping her face clean. "There is an old story," he said softly, "that when the Light sent dogs forth to take our lands and avenge her children, the Ravisher thought it would be amusing to twist some of the dogs into wild creatures, who were constantly aroused and craved flesh. Especially the flesh of the innocent." He glanced down at Yeneneshe's lap, and she knew he was wondering if she was still a virgin. She clenched her thighs together as if to hide her sex. The fact that he was looking at it was excruciating.

"The creatures only come at night, silent as the night itself," Nkwe went on, dragging his eyes to the water again. "I never wanted to believe such stories were true, but now it seems I have little choice. Not when the evidence is staring me in the face. If you are still a virgin, then it must have been you they came for. Have you lain with a male, Yeneneshe?"

Yeneneshe's throat tightened. "I do not want to discuss that with my brother!"

Nkwe smirked, not looking at her. "You haven't then."

Yeneneshe blushed angrily. "So we're in danger because of me?"

"No," Nkwe said, dragging his paw through the water to clean it of blood. "They would come to rape us anyway. It's just . . . more will come because you are a virgin. They will . . . _smell_you."

Yeneneshe dropped her eyes. "Oh."

Nkwe's face darkened. "So Ettoras hasn't . . .? Azrian's son hasn't . . .?"

"No!" Yeneneshe cried irritably.

"I don't want you sleeping with him," Nkwe said darkly. "Stay away. That boy is cursed."

"Can we stop talking about this?!"

Nkwe frowned. "Why hasn't he? Just waiting for the right moment to corner you, I bet," he said darkly.

Yeneneshe scowled. "Why were you sucking Palesa's tits!" she cried defiantly. "Answer that!"

Nkwe hesitated, and Yeneneshe couldn't believe it when her brother blushed a little. He was ashamed. He looked away and cleared his throat. "Yen . . ."

"And why did you really_rescue me!" Yeneneshe went on angrily. "Was it because you _cared about me, or were you just afraid I'd tell Pili on you! Maybe I still will!"

Nkwe bowed his head and pinched the flesh between his eyes, and for a moment, Yeneneshe felt guilty for yelling at him. But only for a moment.

"How dare you," she went on, her breasts jiggling with every angry breath, "abandon me for twenty years and then waltz back into my life and dictate it! I will sleep with Ettoras if I damn well please!" She hated herself when tears started to her eyes and her voice was a sob when she shouted, "You knew I was alive! Mogethis had the Sight! She could See all of us!" With sudden fury, she lunged at her brother and drummed her fists on his chest. He fell back and barely caught himself as she screamed, "You only care about Zeinara! You killed Hawkeye! You killed her! She cared about me! She was the only one who d-did! She cared m-more --"

"Yeneneshe!"

" -- more about me than you --!"

"Yeneneshe - stop!" Nkwe shouted and grabbed his sister's arms. She twisted and fought to free herself with jiggling breasts, then she started to sob, and he gathered her in his lap and held her. She fell to weeping bitterly into his neck, and he stroked her long white mane, rocking her on his knees and singing a lullaby Mogethis used to sing to her. She felt her racing heart slow, and she closed her eyes and smiled in spite of herself.

Nkwe nuzzled his nose in Yeneneshe's mane. "You confused child," he said wearily. "Hawkeye was dangerous. She would have killed you to get back at me. I killed her to protect you." His face darkened. "And I'd do it again."

Yeneneshe's heart skipped a beat to hear how grim Nkwe sounded. She was so angry about Hawkeye's death, it had never occurred to her that Nkwe had killed Hawkeye to protect her. She had never believed for a second that Hawkeye would hurt her. Some part of her still believed Nkwe had to be wrong.

"She seemed so nice . . . and sad," Yeneneshe whispered.

Nkwe shook his head, and she knew she sounded like a child to him. "She was sad. That didn't make her nice." He sounded so bitter, Yeneneshe finally realized that Hawkeye must have done something to her brother in the past. Something terrible.

"What about Palesa," Yeneneshe said darkly. "Is she nice?"

"Palesa was too_nice," Nkwe said, "and _too good for me. Palesa . . . was the female I almost gave up everything for. She tried so hard to get at me, to make me feel, it . . ." He swallowed hard. "It frightened me. I was terrible to her. Because of my fear, when she told me she loved me, I said awful things, anything to push her away. I left her in tears. The last time I saw her, she vowed to kill me for pretending to care and deceiving her for years. . . . but I wasn't pretending."

Yeneneshe heard the sincerity in her brother's voice and blinked at him in surprise. She had never guessed that he actually cared about Palesa.

"I didn't mean to touch her," Nkwe said regretfully after a pause. "But when she's around me, I remember what it was like to be with her. I knew her for years, Yeneneshe. She was . . . the first. That doesn't just go away. . . . even when you love someone else," he whispered to himself.

"How did you meet her?" Yeneneshe wondered.

Nkwe smiled. "I used to hunt alone a great deal. Especially when I was younger. I stumbled across Palesa bathing at a stream. She was completely naked, and I sat in the bushes and watched."

"How could you!" Yeneneshe scolded.

"Mm. How could I not?" Nkwe said with hooded eyes. "I think my one weakness must be breasts and hers were . . ." He paused, as if he suddenly remembered he was telling the story to his sister.

"What happened then?" Yeneneshe said with a smirk. "Did she realize you were there and shoot you in the face?"

Nkwe laughed softly. "No. I stiffened when I felt a cold blade at my throat, and I looked up to see Motsumi standing over me. He was furious. He's very protective of Palesa. I believe he'd kill for her, and that's the way it should be." Nkwe lifted his chin, and Yeneneshe got the impression that Nkwe respected Motsumi a great deal, even if he didn't like him. "Motsumi wanted to kill me, but Palesa begged him to show mercy. For a while, I thought Motsumi was going to kill me any damn way. But he put his dagger away and told me to get naked."

"What!"

"He wanted to humiliate me for spying on Palesa. So I got naked, took off my clothes and weapons. Everything. Then Palesa giggled and smacked me on the ass and told me to run. And I ran. Penis flapping."

Yeneneshe laughed. "No way. There's no way you let them do that to you!"

"I was outnumbered," Nkwe said with a shrug. "And they were Guides. They could have fried me with their eyes alone. I didn't tell you that there were actually three of them."

Yeneneshe waited.

"There was another, a male, who was Motsumi's lover," Nkwe said quietly. "His name was Valen, and he and Motsumi had raised Palesa together. They were her fathers. Valen was a dog," he said with disapproval.

Yeneneshe was silent as she realized: Palesa had more in common with her than she'd ever guessed.

"Valen was short and short-tempered and he wanted more than Motsumi to kill me," Nkwe went on. "As I was running away, Valen grabbed Motsumi's dagger and hurled it at my back. I was stabbed hilt-deep in the right shoulder. I think Palesa screamed. And they left me there to die."

Yeneneshe gasped. "What happened then?"

"I almost died," Nkwe said grimly. "But I had been training with our father, and my magic sustained me long enough for someone to find me. They took me home. Three days passed, and I nearly died, but Father healed me. They would tell me later that the blade cut a hair's breath from a major artery. Mother and Mogethis were furious. They wanted revenge. I refused to tell them who did it because I didn't want Palesa to get hurt. When I kept silent, Mother grabbed me and pushed her way into my mind. They discovered all they needed to know, and Mogethis went out . . . and she killed Valen."

Yeneneshe's ears flattened in her mane. She felt sort of bad for Palesa and Motsumi. "What happened?" she asked in a small voice. "What happened after she killed him?"

"Mogethis injured Motsumi and fought a long and difficult battle with Palesa. They nearly killed each other, and I think Palesa almost won - though Mogethis will never admit it. Mogethis came home covered in blood and said the deed was done. I thought she'd killed Palesa, and she allowed me to believe she had for a long time." His face darkened. "Then one day, I came across Palesa in the forest. We were both hunting alone. The minute she saw my face, she attacked me. I didn't want to hurt her and I surrendered. When I was on my knees, she admitted that Motsumi was recovering nearby and she was trying to protect him from more of my clan. I promised her that I had not come for revenge."

"Did she believe you?"

"No," said Nkwe with a laugh. "She beat me some more, and when I let her, she realized I was serious. She took me back to the cave where she was keeping Motsumi and nursed my wounds. Motsumi was . . ." Nkwe swallowed hard. ". . . in bad shape. He was bloodied and bruised and unconscious, covered in bandages . . . Mogethis had nearly killed him. I stayed with Palesa and helped her nurse Motsumi back to health, but of course . . . he was never the same again."

"What happened after that? Did they try to make you a Guide?" Yeneneshe predicted wearily and rolled her eyes.

"They did," Nkwe confirmed, his mouth twisting in amusement. "But I was already given to my goddess. I wished to become a priest . . . I wished to stay with Mogethis."

Yeneneshe snorted. "Even after all she did!"

"Mogethis simply wished to protect me. In her mind, the Guides were dangerous,

Yeneneshe. And she was right: they did try to kill me."

"So where was she when I was captured in Wychowl!" Yeneneshe demanded. "I don't recall her bursting through any walls then!" She made a move to get up, but Nkwe's paw tightened on her waist, and she fell still.

"You were supposed to be queen of Varimore," Nkwe told Yeneneshe bitterly. "Mogethis and the rest of our siblings were tasked to make that happen. Not only did Yfel wish to break the age-old cycle, she also wished for a queen of chaos to rule the world."

Yeneneshe swallowed hard. "But she tried to hurt Azrian! Azrian didn't deserve that. She protected me! She protected me when she didn't have to! I'm alive because of her!"

Nkwe blinked, and Yeneneshe knew Azrian had never told him about that. He stared off thoughtfully, and she thought her brother looked grim and handsome when he was thinking. The moonlight reflected in his blue eyes like glass.

"You always make excuses for Mogethis," Yeneneshe sneered. "But she has done nothing for me --"

"She gave up everything for you!" Nkwe snapped, and Yeneneshe went still again as his bitter eyes bore into her. "We all did. We fought to uplift you like a goddess, and all the world would have been at your feet. Our siblings were captured because they were looking for you after you were taken. One by one, they were captured and brought to Wychowl, where they died, Yeneneshe. Mogethis cried every night for you. And then one day . . ." Nkwe looked away. "She told me you were dead." He dropped his eyes. "And I believed her."

Yeneneshe shook her head. "Why would she lie like that?"

Nkwe shrugged unhappily. "She was tasked by Yfel to place you on the throne of Varimore and she failed." He looked Yeneneshe in the eye. "I don't think she could face you knowing she had failed you."

Yeneneshe blinked and dropped her eyes. Nkwe smiled and pushed his sister's wild white mane back over her naked shoulder. He smoothed his paw up her long neck, and she clutched her naked breasts, suddenly self-conscious. Nkwe gently removed her paws and stared at her breasts. "So beautiful," he whispered. "Just like Mogethis . . . and our mother. You have their tits," he said, laughing when Yeneneshe blushed. "But you have our father's eyes."

Yeneneshe stared at her lap. She couldn't even remember their father.

"Alright," Nkwe sighed. "We'd better go back before the others wonder where we are."

Yeneneshe climbed off her brother's lap and stood up. She was completely naked, and suddenly, she didn't want to go back. Nkwe took off his bearskin coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. He was going to button it for her when he stopped and looked at her breasts again. They were high and plump and jutting with pink nipples in the cold air. They heaved with her nervous breath and blushed red when he looked at them. With glazed eyes, he cupped one in his paw and pushed the nipple with his finger, then he leaned close and sucked long and slow on the other nipple. Yeneneshe shivered as her brother's lips pulled smoothly off her nipple, leaving it wet and tingling. She was ashamed of herself when she felt her sex swell hungrily, but she touched his head and closed her eyes, silently encouraging him.

Nkwe straightened up and buttoned the coat for her. "Just like Mogethis," he whispered, then he took her paw and walked her back to the house.