It's uneventful, you return to the capital.

As servants return your personal effects to their usual places in your quarters, you sit simply on your bed, pondering all that has transpired. To her credit, Vanessa's capacity to distract with nothing but the warm, wet confines of her mouth was substantial, though you'd often reflected on your actions, and their possible cost.

"Leave us." A familiar voice sounds from the doorway, ushering the servants out. Despite your funk, you're energised to hear your mother's voice. Seeing her, doubly so.

Once the last little person has filed out of your quarters, Marissa locks the door. The signature click of the heavy, master-crafted mechanism closing into place has always filled you with a certain anticipation.

"So... have a good time in Beatha?" your mother asks, an impish smile playing across "Marissa Loon's" features.

"Did you hear of the rockslides?" You ask. "Dozens of Beathans died."

Marissa shrugs, in such a way that you're acutely reminded that you're merely half a demon.

"And how many died the little ****, skewered on your spear, Edward?" the demoness asks, straddling your lap.

Despite your discomfort with her casual inhumanity, you do not shrug her off. Nor do you recoil from the kiss your mother plants full on your lips.

"There were... a few." You relent at last.

"Do tell, Edward. I've been bored to tears with only pureblood humans to play with." Marissa giggles.

You tell her about your exploits, starting with your trip north with Donald.

"I knew there was something peculiar about that one." Marissa smiles, when first you mention Donald's proclivities for men. "Still, the stupid barbarian was a nice bit of cock."

You already knew about Donald and your mother, but hearing it from her mouth made the idea of them fucking all the hotter.

"And he knows how to suck cock, too." You concede. Marissa grins wickedly.

"Has Mummy's little degenerate finally embraced bedding men? I've told you that you would enjoy cock if you only just gave in and let yourself get fucked. Probably." The demon tells you.

"No, nothing like that. I just wasn't going to let a good mouth go to waste." You explain.

"I knew I'd brought you up properly." Marissa smiles stroking your hair. "To take what you want. Tell me more."

Though it's currently weighing heavy on your mind, you decide not to mention your encounter with the Spirit just yet.

"Donald and I rode out to the north. While we were investigating something one of their scouts told us about, we were separated, and I was captured by a half-giantess." You inform your mother.

"A half-giantess?" Marissa trills. "I've lived a long and storied life, Edward, but I've not actually had the pleasure myself. Do tell."

Your mother dismounts you, however briefly, to strip off her ornate silk dress. After she brings her lingerie-clad body back down onto your lap, you continue telling her about your encounter with Hjordis. How she intended to ransom you, keep you as a ****. How the impressive Deanian had sat on your face, made you pleasure her.

"A woman after my own heart." Marissa comments. "You've always been able to put that tongue of yours to good use when pressed, my son."

"S-she was going to hold me for ransom, you know." You remind her.

"And I would've paid, darling!" Marissa insists, playfully nipping at your lip. "Of course, I might've waited a month or two, let this Jarl Hjordis have her fun."

You'd be offended, but having known your mother's true nature half you're lifetime, you're no stranger to her capricious, hedonistic whims.

"I would've been taken to Dean, but Donald found me, and together we fucked Hjordis, made her agree to let us go if we could finish her off."

"You made a giantess come?" Marissa asks, a note of pride creeping into her gleeful tone.

"With some help." You concede. "A-after that, we continued our mission, found what we were looking for. Do you know of Beatha's four spirits?"

"I spent rather too much time on my back to get a history lesson, Edward." Your mother concedes. You briefly tell her about the role of the four Spirits in Beathan legend, then explain your quest to find the Lady of the Mountain with Donald, and how the endeavour ultimately bore fruit.

"And?" Marissa asks, a perverted glint in her eyes.

"I... thought Donald having ties to such a powerful creature might give his kingdom an advantage over mine. So I convinced him the Spirit was a demon, and then we... **** her." You confess.

"You've always had a devious streak, haven't you?" Marissa chuckles. "And how did it feel, forcing that stuck up fairy? I knew it would only be a matter of time 'til you committed your first ****. My blood courses too strongly in your veins for you to resist."

"I enjoyed it, especially in the moment." You concede. "But... I can't help but think the rockslides in Beatha were my fault. The Lady's retribution for what we did to her. Donald believes as much. Gods, three villages wiped out..."

"How are you ever going to have any fun?" Marissa hisses. "If a village, a woman's honor, stops you from taking what you want?"

Your mother shifts on your lap, until she can access your cock. Freeing it from your breeches, she begins stroking it, gently at first, but quickly building incestuous intensity.

"This is what matters, Edward. Only this." She reminds me.

"Now, you are going to do your duty as a son and fuck me!" Marissa cries. You're as hard as ever in her hands. You knew if Marissa had her way, you'd become a tyrant, a ruler who lived only to sate his and her own prodigious sexual appetites. While the fantasy appealed to you in the abstract, in practice, the fact only one of you could shapeshift and disappear off into the world when the kingdom tired of your cruelty rather put a damper on things.

Still, here was your mother, wet, horny and demanding your cock. It hadn't been the first time she'd made such a demand. Or the first time you'd fulfilled it.