A pledge

Lady Rienne made no move to get up, she stayed kneeling at her son’s feet, her smiling face still full of pride. Vel broke the silence this time. “I love you, Mother.” Her smile widened. “I love you too, my son. And I swear to be better.” She wiped away a single tear that escaped her eye. Vel was stunned. A single tear might not seem like much, but from his mother that was the equivalent of another woman full on sobbing. Her composure and bearing were legendary, after all.

Vel reached out and gently cupped her cheek, she leaned into the gesture, softly nuzzling into his palm. “I meant what I said, Baby. Whatever you have done to my mind, I will not fight it. If it has made me a better mother, a better lover, or better servant to you, I will embrace it.” Vel could hardly believe his ears, but at least he wasn’t speechless this time. “Most of what I did was simply free you, Mother. And to help you see where you went wrong.” She kissed his hand. “I thank you for that, truly. No more change will be necessary, I swear that as well.” She briefly closed her eyes and seemed to focus before continuing. “But from now, my mind will be open to you, so do as you see fit.”

Vel decided to have a look and reached out for his mother’s mind. It was indeed completely unguarded for him now. He gently slid in, and his mother let out a sigh of contentment. “Storms, you are gorgeous, Baby. That golden light, I have never seen anything like it.” Her mind was full of love, adoration, pride, triumph and a thousand other emotions. Almost anyone else really would be sobbing due to the sheer weight of it all. Not her though, not his mother. The lines of ice were receding, but they had not fully vanished yet. She had come to her conclusions and returned to him with his changes still isolated. She had knelt in front of him with at least some of them still isolated as well. That knowledge made him feel like he was soaring up high.

Vel slowly pulled the bulk of his mind out of his mother’s, but not fully. He kept a connection going, enough to have some insight. He also finally let go of her cheek and pulled his hand back. Lady Rienne seemed sorry to lose the physical connection. “Is there anything I can do for you, my son?” Something about his mother, the stern and demanding noble lady, kneeling in front of him and so submissively asking to serve him turned him on to no end. He felt his flaccid manhood swell a bit. There were more pressing matters than fucking his mother again though. Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t improve the view. “You can disrobe, Mother. And then you can tell me everything you know about the chosen.”

She smiled as the fabric slid off her flawless pale skin, and Vel once again beheld his mother’s magnificent bust being freed. It took a lot of willpower to not take her immediately. He managed it though, and his mother launched into the prophecy of the chosen. It was very similar to the story Seph had told him, but with more superstition and Vashkai mythology mixed in. The Stormlord was The Unbound, that was interesting. In modern Vashkai belief he was just another god, often thought to be analogous to the imperial pantheon’s god of war and conquest. Some people still held on to the old faith though, especially among the great Vashkai houses. “You mentioned Uncle Kal. I bet he’s one of the leading figures, it would be just like him to keep the old version of our people’s faith alive.” His mother’s eyes shone when he called the Vashaki their people, and she nodded. “Indeed.” Her expression turned thoughtful for a moment. “We shall have to go see him. He will be an invaluable ally and might know what to do next. And this is simply not something one can entrust to a letter, even a coded one. I shall write him about when a visit would be convenient.” Vel nodded, that made sense.

He then decided to fill his mother in on his life of late. Vel explained the prophecy of the heir, how he had discovered his powers, how he had met Seph, found out about the order, and so on. He did mention how he had gotten closer to his sisters again but didn’t explicitly say he’d used his powers on them. His mother gave a knowing smirk though. “Did Adeline even require the use of your powers?” As sharp as ever. “No, she did not. She made it quite clear I was free to alter her as I please, but I never did, and I never will.” His naked and kneeling mother nodded. “She’s the only one who saw you clearly, I kind of envy that. I must make sure to tell her how proud I am.” Vel thought that was a great idea and made sure to say as much. “You’ve not mentioned Amordina though, and the two of you seem as at odds as ever.” Vel nodded. “I am working on it. I would appreciate if you did not try to stop us from fighting anymore, defeating Dina will be vital to my plan.” She inclined her head. “As you wish, Son.” He could tell she wasn’t thrilled about it, but she would obey. That was all he asked.

His kneeling and naked mother, who was usually so stern, just obeying him like that finally brought him to full hardness. “I believe I’ve found another thing you can do for me.” He touched her face again and put his thumb on her lips. She enveloped it and ever so gently sucked on his fingertip. “You can scooch a bit closer and put that lovely mouth to work.” Once again, she obeyed readily.