The Practitioner’s Office

I made my way for the practitioner’s office. I had a feeling my mother would be there checking up on how my father was doing.

When I came inside one of the practitioner’s rooms where my father was being held, he was changing my father’s bandages and my mother running a wet towel over his head.

“Father, are you alright?”

“I have had better days but I’ll okay,” he said in a resigned voice. My father was a shell of his former self. I looked down towards his wound and couldn’t blame him.

“Mom, can we talk?”

“Cell, your mother told me what you did,” my dad said.

I winced and tried to half smile hiding my shame.

“So you weren’t lying about being able to channel. You did the right thing,” he said, he looked mournful. “To be frank son, I didn’t want you to leave the farm.”

“We’ll be able to fix the farm dad. I promise you.” I threw a bag of coin at a desk. “I’ll make sure you guys are okay once I become a Guardian.”

He nodded and closed his eyes.

“I gave him some elderweed. He needs more rest. He won’t be able to relieve himself like he used to but he’ll be fine.” The practitioner said and left.

“What did you want to talk about and where did you get all that gold?” My mother asked, still soaking my father’s shaved head.

“Well, there are guys after me after I beat them I beat them at dice and I need to..” checking over at my father who looked like he was sleeping, “I need your help.”

She nodded and put down the towel in a clay bowl. “Let’s get to the Inn, dear.”

I looked outside and winced. “I don’t think I’ll make it there without a knife in my back.”

She understood and bent over with her ass in front of me and her hands on the edge of my father's bed.

I grabbed my dick and put it into her sex. It surprised me and disgusted myself with how much I enjoyed it. She was sopping wet and playing with herself as I rocked against her, the bed now creaking side to side while my father lay there sleeping. I had hoped the practitioner wouldn’t walk on this scene and I tried my best to hasten my progress.

I cupped my mother’s breast and took her into me, kissing at her. I finally pulled out and came over her face, painting it white with my essence.

My access to the aether lifted, I held onto it and left the room to face the men were after me.