Chapter 3
"For countless eons, we, devils, were a Race who proud ourselves by our physical and magical might. Others, lesser races, shake in terror for the sheer destruction we could unleash. Our history was written by the filthy blood of their kin as we enslaved them…"
Devil lessons are interesting.
Because of my advanced intellect, and for demonstrating that I could already read, the Master of this household saw fit to begin my lessons early. So, instead of the usual six, I'm starting at the young age of four and a half.
"Our glory and renown spread toward all of Existence; we became the pinnacle of righteous power! Eventually, our magnificence drew the envious eyes of the hateful Being in Heaven, who tried to subjugate us, to turn us in just another of his instrument to be used. But did he succeed it, NO! And he would later pay dearly for his insolence…"
The tutor he got me was apparent a specialist in teaching the basic knowledge of our race and lay the foundation to others tutors, but more important, he is known for bringing the 'hidden potential' of his students. I was sure he told me his name at some point, but I couldn't be bothered to remember.
It was very obvious what he was trying to do.
"And among our race, there were some who differentiate themselves from the rest, among the many natural power that our kind possess, there were some which were deathlier, more fit to exist in our blood, and these chosen few climbed the latter of the strongest to the very top. Managing to stand alongside the mighty Old Satans, the progenitors of our very kind..."
I wonder where Mother is… She wasn't allowed to stay in the room, to not distract me, apparently. So, she began prowling around the door, trying to look through to keyhole, straightening herself elegantly if someone was about to enter the hallway. It was adorable, but she isn't there anymore.
"And you, master Elias, is the direct descendant of one of these Devils. The mighty Dantalion himself! Who made furtive killing into an art form! Before, we foolishly thought it was a tactic only suited the weak, but when his cunning allowed him to bath in the blood of millions of the so-called 'strong', his methods were adequately recognized as a necessary war strategy, and when those who still doubted him challenging him to a battle. He showed the underworld that his methods were a choice, rather than a necessity. The cowards who tried to run from the massacre would later disappear into the night, never to hear from again…"
There she is! Looks like she realized that the room has a window for the heated garden. Right now, she was sitting in one of the elaborate benches pretending to read a book.
"Ahem… master Elias…"
I turn my attention back to the tutor. I couldn't look sheepish for that was beneath my station, but I gave him the dignity of an apologetic smile, he seems to appreciate the gesture. You'd be amazed how much a goodwill a noble born Devil could get if they get off their high horse once and a while, even for the little things; people notice that.
He was a genuinely good teacher, even for one who loved the sound of his own voice, and was a little obsesses with death and blood. But mother already told me about that, and she is a much better storyteller; she gives the characters funny voices and everything. That's why is hard to pay attention.
He let out a sigh.
"…Perhaps it's best for us to focus on the practical aspect for the moment," He said, fixing his glasses.
Hooo? Focused on the actual reason for why you are there already huh…
"It could be argued that the most important aspect of our strength is our demonic energy." He began, slipping in a well-used rhetoric, "It allows us to bring our imagination to life, but I assure you that's a lot more difficult than it sounds; to learn how to use demonic energy is a essential part of a Devil life," Then, he gets to the point that he tried to lead me to, "However, with the devils front the 72 pillars, whose natural abilities has been greatly polished over the years, it much more easy to have proper feel one's demonic energy through the usage of these abilities."
In other words; he is trying to find out if I can use the Dantalion's kekkei genkai. Yeah, going by his shadow, his primary objective is to get me to harness my Clan's power and confirm that I'm a 'proper' heir.
That is his primary function; he is a special tutor hired by the pillar's Families to help the heirs access their power. Sometimes, his services aren't necessary because the kid manifest the potential at an early age, but some Families are notorious for having hard to use power and need the help of a specialist to help bring it out.
Sometimes, the Satans themselves send one, if the family didn't hire them first, because they also serve as a sensor for the suitable heirs of the Underworld so no Family can hide some 'shame.' I would have thought this would cause an outrage, having someone intrude in the family business like that, but the practice so common now that it has become a status signal, its like having your child examined by a doctor, to have him say that everything is ok, only to rub in the face of everyone who wished otherwise.
I really, really wish that this wasn't the only method they have to tell is someone inherited to powers or not; what it someone manifest it later in life? That sounds like a reasonable possibility…
"Now, these abilities were developed to the point of been intuitive. So, I will teach you a meditation exercise that would help you with that, now, close your eyes…"
I made a satisfying show of being a confused child that struggles a bit before getting it right in the end, not easy enough to be considered a super genius, just acceptable enough. Turn out; having charisma at 'ridiculous' level allowed me to become a pretty mean actor, seriously I made myself crying with a mirror once, I didn't even know if that was possible.
The shriek of happiness that happened in the background when a two-dimensional line of shadow rose to adult height was also a highlight, Mother wasn't the one responsible for it, nay; she was a proper lady through and through, she also wasn't brought the book that near her face to hide the charming blush, no sir, she only found an exciting passage… and the book definitely wasn't upside down.
Anyway, the guy was satisfied with the easy job, and filled the rest of the lesson with exercises of Energy manipulation and some history about our kind, after that he went to Gerhardt to report the good news.
I got ambushed by Mother seconds after I got out, she grabs me by the hand a bit forcedly and elegantly said that a new garb just come from the tailor, and I have to try it out; with translates to I need to hug you to death right now, lets go to your room where I can do that freely.
By night, I trained more and worked on my plans to kill Gerhardt with fewer repercussions was possible…I'm getting there…
And life and on…
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…To just a few days later, apparently.
It seems that my capacity to shadow-bend would change a lot of things really soon.
Now that I have been recognized as the proper heir of House Dantalion, I would have a lot more responsibilities than before. The lessons still paramount right now, but I would have to 'represent' my house so to speak; begin to get more involved with its business, meeting its servants, meeting the allies, try to make new ones, and most of all participate in Social Events…As in, properly integrate with devil society… I really should see that coming.
BUT, I didn't have to do that now, I'm still very young after all, but I would have to begin doing these things.
Firstly we had to make the title of heir 'official,' in the eyes of the Underworld, that means throwing a party to 'present' me to society. And that brought great news!
Gerhardt would have to prepare that said party, and this means meeting allies to lay the groundwork for it, and officially inviting his peers in one of the Satans' regular political meeting.
With means; we get two weeks without him!
Yay!
A went tongue suddenly licked me on the cheek, making me flinch.
"Gah! What was that woman?!" I shout indignant. Trying to hold back the blush.
"Hehehe I couldn't help, Ely's thinking face looked so cute I wanted to taste it. Mommy's sorry" She didn't look apologetic at all.
"Whatever… Just let me make the move."
My shadow stretched from the bed to the chessboard on the floor, as it got close, it spilled out into the third diminution forming a hand, then, it moved my black bishop accordingly.
Mother watched all that with shining eyes.
"You're so talented sweetie, mommy couldn't even move her shadow at your age, let alone stretch it this far," she lowers her head back to her breasts which she was using as a pillow. "My baby's going be so strong." She sang dreamily.
"…S-so, what if I'm" I turn my head to look away, her vision is too fucking sexy right now, it was hard to look at it…and away from.
We spent all day together in this room. After Gerhardt left early in the morning, she spat something to the staff about teaching me the ancient ways of the Dantalion's and that we will need to spend as much time together as possible, and ordered our meals to be brought to the door and left there, otherwise to keep clean of the hallway. I suspect my room is the only place we will be during these two weeks, barring bathroom breaks, and if this day was any indication, we weren't allowed to be more the arms reach from each other neither.
…Alright, I admit, Mother can be a bit much sometimes.
Inside, she pulled one of her tricks and released a stupid amount of Party games, storybooks, candy, pillows, sheets and spare clothes from her shadow storage, and then we proceed to mess up the room.
Oh, and she has a shadow storage…
Make sense really, she has Shadow Control for all her life, so it was bound for her to have some tricks hidden in her sleeves. According to her, she was never very good at using her shadow, so she was no ability combat wise, but she learned a lot of small party tricks over the year, and some of them were really useful.
She was ecstatic by the opportunity to teach me her tricks, calling us 'shadow buddies' when I learned the first one, she got a little melancholic for a while after that.
In return, I taught her the trick I 'found out' about; how to connect shadow. She loved it, I don't think she was proficient enough to do anything to with it yet, but the feeling of closeness we get from directly being linked was intense. Our shadow stayed connected most of the time ever since.
Her shadow is…well; it felt different than any other, it was very lethargic, but… well, it's hard to explain, the best way I could…It's like a Sleeping Abyss.
Does every Dantalion's shadow feel like that? Does my feel like that?
I watch as her beautiful face crumbles in concentration, the tip of the pink tongue perking from the side of her lips, as she makes an effort to stretch her shadow to move her piece, it was slow and sluggish, but it's getting there.
I tried really hard to focus only on her face, for the way she dresses lie temptation.
Having long since stripped from the elegant dress, now she is in her 'nightwear,' which wasn't a nightwear no matter what she said, it was a lingerie, there was no other way around it. A white baby doll that had an entirely pointless upper part composed of thin cloth lines that wrapped around the breast leaving them bare to the world, the lower portion (which began under the naked breasts) had a loose little dress thing that reaches to her thigh, and was practically see-through her bottom was covered by a small, elaborate white panty with a little pink bow on the crouch, the thing didn't even cover half of the plump asscheeks.
She was lying on her stomach waving her legs waving lazily in the air like a teenager, the breasts were pushed up by the position, and now they were her pillows.
I never saw her in so few clothes before.
Ok look, I know that our relationship is way past the regular one, and I long since accepted that we will cross some lines in the future, but a rapidly dying part of me was still skittish around the idea. So, I was torn between not to look, or look like my life depended on it… the latter was winning.
"I win" She chips happily.
"What? No, you don-" Wait… moving the knight, taking the pawn… Holy fuck she had locked me and would win in five turns. "…You won"
"Yay! Mommy wins!" She goes to a kneeling position doing a victory dance.
Her body undulates with no real rhythm, the light of the magical candles danced across the milking skin, showing every contour, displaying her very subtle muscles beautifully. The two massive mountains bounced hypnotically, sometimes almost touching her face. Her expression was one of easy-going happiness
She's so relaxed now… that's good… she's been very on edge lately.
That man figured out that he could draw a reaction from her in the open by getting close to me. She wasn't used to that yet, so it hit her hard to think that he would do whatever she imagined he would to me. I began to actively avoid him after that, but she still stayed agitated until tonight.
…I don't think I can hold back the urge to kill him much longer, even if-
Smack
…
"Mother…"I began patiently, " Did you just smack my face with your boob?"
"It because Ely expression got troubled for a moment, we can't have that tonight!" Then, she suddenly realized something, "I-I didn't hurt you right?"
"No, you didn't," I sight, "but you're right, none of that tonight…"
"…But you still look troubled."
She gave me a patient smile, moving to herself to be right in front of me, with hands resting on her thighs, her arm pushing her breasts together, and a warm look.
"What's on your mind, Ely?"
Gerhardt Dantalion painful death…
My eyes lowered.
"Nothing, Don't worry about it," I did Not. Sounded like a child right now.
"Huumm," Ok, that sounded a little annoying.
"OH!" She sounds like she realized something."Hhooohh."
What's with that smug look, woman
"What is it, mother?"
"My little Ely is one of that kind of devil huuhh…" she teases, leaning forward.
"Hum…What? I don't think I Understand."
"Don't try to denying mister I saw the way you were looking at Mommy's boobs."
What!?... Well, I was… but what does that have to do with anything?
"…C-cant you explained better, which kinds of devil?"
"Oh!... You really don't know… hehe" she looked sheepish, one hand rubbing the back of her head, "Soorry… Ely's just so smart sometimes, it's hard to remember that you don't know everything."
She soon was back to teasing, wiggling a little as she explained.
"You see, remember that urges that devils have, weeell one of this urges is to like err..boobs! A little bit too much. Ely must be one of them. That actually explains a lot!" She pauses for a second putting her hands on her cheeks, "You was such a hungry baby, and could drink so much too…"
Oh yeah, the sin's urges thing; I guess that makes some sense, at least go her out of my back for the moment.
"Neee, Eelyy."
Huh!?
"Is no good for you to have this kind of urge you know…" She leaned even more in my direction now.
"You a big important heir now, but you still young and could easily lose control…" well, that's a…worrying light in her eyes now, I began to retreat. She followed.
"It's not good for an heir to attack someone because he couldn't control his urges…" My back hit the bed's headboard.
She brought her face close to me and pressed her boobs tightly against my chest, not quite crushing me as her arms and legs still supported most of her weight, but enough to for me to feel their weight. Her face already spotted a faint blush, and her eyes held a very real flicker of lust and anticipation.
"Should mommy help her baby with his urges?" She said playfully, but I caught the hopeful tone underneath.
…
… Fuck It. Let's see how deep this rabbit hole goes.
"…Can you help me, mommy." I say as innocently as I could.
I could practically see the shiver traversing her entire body.
The warm breaths hit my face a little faster now, a multitude of emotions flashes in her eyes, she began to close that gap between us before reconsidering something on the last moment, and plant the kiss between my eyes.
Then, she began to move, making sure to rub her body against mine as much as possible. Her hands gripping the edge of the headboard, her legs moving to support her better, her knees pressing against my legs just above my feet's. She raises her rear up, bending her spine enough to leave the hanging breasts just outside my reach.
"…Right," she breathes out anxiously, "Now, sweetie, listen to me, for you to let out your urges you just have to follow your instincts, so just do what feels best, and it will be fine. The important thing to remember is to be gentle at first alright? they are very sensitive… you can get a bit rough later if you want but not too much… Mn, biting is also alright, but you have to go slow, I'll tell you when is too much ok," She breathing was getting faster the more she explained, the anticipation was killing her too, "J-just follows these things and it should be fine… Are you ready?"
I dumbly mumble an affirmative, it was tough to think with your vision taken by The Perfect Breasts; the vast globes of flesh hanged proudly in front of me, bouncing softy with each breath she took, a thin layer of swear already began to form, making them more beautiful in the flicking light. A drop trails it down until it gets to the pale pink nipple…
Then, she finally lowers herself to my reach.
I'm really glad for my infinite willpower, because it took all of it to not jump on her like a beast in heat; instead I raised my little hands to the base of the globes feeling the warm skin under it, the smooth flesh molded around my fingers, her breast were more soft than firm, but still retained a supernatural level of perkiness, especially for ones this big; I began to rub the place gently, determined to take my time with this.
I was searching for the places where she feels more pleasure, caressing the side and underboob, squeezing, rubbing and sometimes pinching way to the tip, but never once touching it with a full hand. I made sure to pay attention to the quiet gasps and little twitches; as she said before, she does react well to some roughness, but nothing too extreme, soon I was moving more daringly, with fewer hesitation, reaching her many pleasure spots, all while slowing bring my face close.
The stimulation as getting to her, I couldn't see her face, but her breaths were coming heavy, an occasional little moan escaped her lips, the trembling was a constant presence now, but she did her best to keep the breasts in place, to not disturb my fun. I smiled as the shadow says that her only focus now is my approaching mouth.
I pause for just a moment to admire sight; my own warm breath hit the much-neglected nipple, sending shivers by the contact. She does not have a small areolae but it wasn't too big neither, the usually pale, pink halo was vibrant and hard, puffing slightly from the milky flesh around it, the tip also was on a big side, but it was partially engulfed by the puffiness, I know from experience that with the right amount of suction it could swell forward for about half an inch.
"Ah!" she lets out slightly louder gags as my lips met the hardened tip, but she was quick to get back control of the volume. She couldn't control the movements of her rear though, which began to shake against the air.
My tongue slowing rotates around the tip; texting the area, giving familiar sucks to the salty flesh. The kisses and nibbles brought tremors to her entire body; the sounds that she was making began to gain volume. This part is indeed on a different level than the rest regarding sensibility.
I felt that the left nipple was getting lonely, so I gripped the tip very softly with my teeth's and pulled a little before letting go, the supple boob bounces back to form with hypnotic movements. My action drew a loud gasp, and her upper body stumbles down a little before she catches herself.
With my heartfelt goodbye done. I move to the left one who eagerly waited for me on top of the sweaty milky mountain, but before that, I remember something I wanted to test, to know the intensity that she liked it.
I nuzzle the nipple with my nose, before opening my mouth to grab the flesh from the place immediately beneath it. She noticed my action.
"…G-go easy now Ely… just a l-little... Mn… yeah, like that… Ah, y-you can do it more strongly if you want to… Hm…" I followed her instruction to the letter, "aH! T-that its… such… ah, such a smart boy."
Now, with the limits established, I begin to savor her. Bringing more of lovely her symphony to the room; I enjoyed her breasts thoroughly, leaving no part left untouched, attacking mercilessly any pleasure spot I could find, somewhere in the process I remember that I still have hands and leave no side negligence ever since. My playing was causing her to steadily lose strength, making her body fall more and more toward me, which only served to give me easier access.
I honestly don't know how much time passed.
I was doing my best to suck the two tips at the same time, and using my hand the play with a spot on the side while pushing them together. When I heard something that sounded like a 'stop.'
I, immediately, let go.
Mother's movements were stiff as she straightened herself. Her body coming in full view; if she looked beautiful before, she looks gorgeous now; on her entire body her muscles coiled and twitched involuntarily, the dripping layer of sweat made it stand out more against the light, her full hip quivered with barely suppressed arousal, her breast looked even bigger; having swell and redden by my ministration, a few tiny bite marks stood out on her skin in particular, one hand had pressed softly against my chest, the other stayed firmly on the headboard trying to keep her balance. Her head hanging a little to the side, her face…
"T-that was g-good sweetie, very good, b-but mommy needs a little rest now ok, we can continue it later," she managed to let out.
… A bright blush lighting up her cheeks and nose, a parted mouth panting heavily, shining well-formed lips let out puffs of warm air, white hair cascading down her curved back, her eyes… big ruby eyes were boiling with a mix of lust and love, and showing a serious battle within.
She wants to continue… that was clear to me… but why did she stopped me then?
Her shadow answered.
Oh…
I move my eyes down for a brief moment, immediately noticing her 'problem.'
Her tiny panty was ruined, the moisture made the white fabric completed see-through, hugging clearly the contours of her plump outer lips pressed tightly together, the bigger the average clit was standing proudly between them. The entire area was absolutely soaked
She was about to cum…
And she didn't watch to show her son such a 'shameful' sight.
… That's ludicrous; this is what I want to see the most.
My body is surprisingly strong for my age. She let out a quiet 'eep' as I tacked her to the bed. I quickly moved to sit on her lower ribs just under her breast, my small bulge rubbed against them, my hand goes to tease her nipples, and I looked her deep in the eyes, which still held shock by my move.
"Please mother, let's continued I need this," I begged. "Please!"
I really need more, more sounds, more touch, more tastes, more of her.
…But most important I need her permission first.
Her inner turmoil lasted a single second after that; her eyes lift up with pure delight. Then, it was taken by a lusty playfulness.
One hand goes to her cheek, another to rest on the top of the breast.
"Ara What a demanding son I have," she sighed exaggeratedly, "I suppose, there is only one thing to do now," She pressed her breasts with her elbows for a second, making them jiggle beautifully, "Here sweetie, they all yours. Do whatever you want with them."
I didn't need any more incentive, and she didn't even try to hold back the moans anymore.
Soon after, she reached her climax… it would not be the last.
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She has night terrors.
…
After our 'Bonding moment,' we changed the sheets and cleaned ourselves, mother didn't even bother with clothes by that point and managed to annoy me enough to make me discard mine too, "for maximum mother-son skinship" she said. After that, we went to bed; it must have been just an hour for the first morning lights to appear, not that we cared of course.
This was the first time that we slept together, so it was normal for her to try and stay awake for as long as possible, and we were still riding in the bliss of our early bonding, nothing drastically were initiated, but our touches were a lot more intimate than before.
Well, we already crossed some lines, is only downhill from here, I guess…
After we played around for a while and I got her to stop insisting that I use her nipple as a pacifier, which would have escalated no matter so 'cute' I'd looked. I finally fell 'asleep,' which for me is just my body resting while my mind falls into the shadows.
For once I didn't try to train, today was too chill for that, so I stay content to lazily lurker around the room and watch mother watching my body sleep with a crazy fixation.
Then, she fell asleep. And the terrors started.
…She didn't move, that was the worst thing, it would be better if she screamed or trashed, but she just laid there in an unnerving stillness, skin deadly pale, eyes frantically moving beneath the eyelid, cold sweating.
It was so bad that her shadow cut our connection, fearing I would try to pull anything from it.
Of course, I shook her awake.
When her eyes finally opened, the deep terror stayed there for a moment before she focused on me. The relief she showed after was telling.
"W-what…what it, sweetie?" She asks innocently, a motherly mask trying hiding her still recovering state.
"…You were having a nightmare."
"Oh, Ely that normal, everyone has a nightmare sometimes," she tries to brush under the rug.
"It was a bad nightmare," She still trying to put up a front, but it still too raw, she opens her mouth say something, but I interrupt her with more important matters.
"Do you need a hug?"
She lasts a second, before breaking down.
…
I held my mother for hours as she cried and screamed against my chest, begging for me not to die or leave her at first, then apologizing for being such a wreck of a woman after, and then begging for forgiveness for being a lousy mother that need me far too much, by the end.
I assured her that she was nothing sort of a perfect mother, and I would never leave her. Ever.
She let out a lot in that hour and by the end, felt lighter for it.
I was cleaning her sleeping face when the Terrors threaten to begin again, but this time I was ready.
Our shadows were connected so deep that they fused together. I pour sweet darkness into her mind, blackening the visions projected by the dreams, engulfing her in a pitch black void, filled with nothing but the weird sounds of moving Shadows, ensuring that she would have a dreamless night. For anyone else that experience would quickly lead to madness, for a Dantalion, it felt like home.
Her body relaxed like I never saw before, a quiet moan of pleasure escape her throat, and she leans more into my hand where I was playing with her hair.
I wonder how many years has been since she relaxed like that…
I began to pull my shadow away when I noticed something.
Our shadow still fused…
It wasn't surprising that they would be able to connect on this deeper level, considering how close we are, but they being like that present an opportunity. Something that her shadow never allowed because it could bring me pain.
I could find out what happened to her.
It would be wise to considering the situation better before diving in head first, but I tried to do that for so long, and now it was here so close, partially on a silver platter.
I want to know now!
…
I concentrated, focusing on the fused shadow. It was too mixed to hold traces of a particular person, meaning that it wouldn't react violently to the instruction, and it'd fulfill the objective without delay.
Carefully, I began pulling…
And the memories of my mother began to come.
