CARNAGE CASTLE

CHAPTER 38

Lanecea held onto deeply seated beliefs, even if she may be wrong. The only one who could make her change her mind was Storm, Lani surrendering to his wisdom before moving on without argument. Lani firmly believed it was not only unladylike but not a woman's place to take without asking, besides it was far more wonderful to be given your husband's cock to worship. It was one of the key beliefs she taught her daughters for when the time came, Lani's priestess friends in complete agreement.

Herja, in contrast, didn't have the same core values as her mistress but Lanecea was unaware of that fact as she watched Mrs. McLean add flowers from Lanecea's garden, with Lani's permission, to her batch of soap. 

"Oh, it's lovely, Mrs. McLean! I just love how you managed to make it the same hue as my dress. Would you like to join us in town?"

"Thank you for your kind words, but no, I am quite tired and would prefer to stay behind to watch the children and rest my poor, aching feet."

"If you wish," Lanecea set the soap on a side table before motioning for Ignacy to kneel on her left instead. "Massage Mrs. McLean's feet, Slave."

"Yes Mistress," Ignacy kept his head lowered. "May I bathe her feet first? It will relax your friend."

"You may - and thank you for showing initiative. Good Slave."

A smile kissed Ignacy's lips, but he kept his eyes lowered before retrieving a basin and water. Taran was with the centaurs who had remained behind and Storm was still in a meeting with Hans and Dieter only Fintan remaining with his mother. As the eldest of Lanecea's sons in the nursery, Lani naturally deferred to him out of respect. Fintan wasn't paying any attention to protocol as he ran his fingers through his mother's hair while slowly kissing the length of her neck after Lani was seated once more, waiting for the soap to cool. 

"Suck, Mrs. McLean," Fintan instructed without raising his lips from Lani's neck. "You've earned a reward."

Mrs. McLean found a second wind, moving so quickly she nearly toppled over the basin of water. Fintan's fingers trembled as he unfastened his mother's dress before scooping out one of her boobs that needed to be milked. The elderly woman's lips brushed Fintan's fingers as he massaged the boob in his hand, ignoring the spraying milk as she thanked the young prince for his generosity.

"You're very welcome. Enjoy. Daddy will be here to fetch Mamma in twenty minutes, so don't waste any time."

Mrs. McLean was already sucking Lani's boob before Fintan finished his sentence.

"You're learning how to take control, Son. I'm proud of you," Lanecea smiled up at Fintan who was still massaging her breast as he stood behind her.

Lowering his head, Fintan kissed his mamma until she sighed straight to her toes, the heady kiss only interrupted as Thorson stepped onto the terrace.

"Are you alright, Darling?" Lanecea searched Thorson's eyes as he joined them.

Thorson kissed Lani's kiss-swollen lips, then a trail down her neck before ending on her breast. Sucking hard twice, he raised his head but still didn't tell Lanecea why he had returned early as he collected his thoughts.

"You're going to be upset, Mamma, but I don't know how else to break the news..."

"It's alright, Thorson. You know I will never be angry with you - only disappointed. What have you done?" Lanecea gently caressed Thorson's chin with her thumb as she looked down at his cock cage which had been firmly in place since he had prepared to leave the castle hours earlier. She was certain that he couldn't remove it.

"I didn't betray you, Mamma. You have had every reason not to trust Mommy Slave and for good reason. I caught her stroking and sucking Tyson's cock when I returned. Freya had stepped out to meet with the faeries and dryads and Revna was with the breeders. I don't think she expected me to walk in on her, but I finished taking care of the animals faster than usual as most of the centaurs have remained here. She said she was just trying to show him love and make him feel good when he was drinking his bottle. I didn't know what to do but thought it might be okay if she was just trying to love him, but his cock is the biggest of my little brothers, so maybe it was bad. You deserve to know what happened, so I came here as soon as I could without drawing too much attention. I just told Mommy Slave that I forgot something in the barn - she doesn't know I'm here."

Herja had crossed the line, taking what wasn't hers and Tyson wasn't able to give permission. He never would have given Herja his cock to enjoy. Lanecea clenched her fist as she saw red before her vision cleared.

"I really have such high expectations that they are bound to be dashed into pieces. With that being said, she is common and...well, I won't say how I truly feel. If she weren't a gift from your father, I'd set my wolves on her. I'm really in a pickle... Perhaps she meant well, but it is unacceptable. I need my children - all my children - returned."

"Don't be too angry, Mamma. Tyson is a god of fertility and besides, it would have felt good."

"I'm not angry, My Love. I'm just very sad that woman took what wasn't hers and once again broke my trust. Return home before your mother discovers you've left. Fintan, inform your father that I will not be able to meet him in twenty minutes - I need to return to the farm for my babies."

Thorson raked his fingers through his hair as he stood at his mamma's side.

"It's too obvious. Mommy Slave should be led to believe that you still trust her and Dad expects you to go into town with him. I've got this. I'll tell Hallie. Mommy Slave doesn't know about the faerie. She'll help me get the Littles back to you without making Mommy Slave suspicious. It's all about strategy, remember?"

"Thank you, Thorson. I'm so glad I have you at my side. I appreciate your logic and wisdom when my brain feels like it is weeping. Good Boy."

"You're welcome. Don't worry about anything, Mamma. By the way, that soap is beautiful and I could smell it when I was walking down the hallway."

Lanecea smiled up at Thorson as she stroked Mrs. McLean's hair, the elderly woman completely focused on breastfeeding and was oblivious to the entire conversation.

"Mrs. McLean made the soap. I'm determined to bring back bartering and think we will be very successful now. Please tell Revna that I need to meet with the priestesses in the morning. Thank you, My Love - and thank you for telling me the truth. I would like you to hurry, please. The Littles need to return as soon as Herja leaves for work."

"I'm on it," Thorson called over his shoulder as he stepped out of the door.

Ignacy massaged Mrs. McLean's feet as she fed, but the hybrid dared to look up, meeting Lanecea's hunter-green eyes. 

"Trust is fragile," Lanecea whispered but didn't rebuke her slave for his boldness in searching her eyes. "There are lines even gifts would be a fool to cross."

At that very moment, two huge wolves jumped over the hedges, snarling as they circled Lanecea before standing directly behind Ignacy's back.

"Protect my babies," Lanecea gave a single command, her wolves able to reach the farm much faster than Thorson.