6. Owain/Lissa

"Mother!" Owain called, heartbroken. "I have once again been rejected by Lucina. She refuses to join me in my ventures. Today, she even told me she had been seduced by that damned man -- the Tactician, they call him. I know not how I can live after this insult. Is there any honorable course other than suicide?"

"What!?" Lissa, seemingly younger than her own son, jumped up in shock. She was attempting to find a way to recreate the Hammerne staff at the time, to no avail. Regaining her composure, she reassured her son. As she reached up to pat him on the head, she told him, "now, honey, I know you feel lonely now that you're the only one who isn't married, but surely..."

Before she could finish, he burst into tears and reached for his sword, Missiletainn. The child-like princess, desparate, asked him if there was anything she could do to help him recover from his rejection.

"I do not know, Mother...after all this time alone, I feel somewhat...unfulfilled. Sometimes, at night, my sword hand begins to throb. As I feel the evil threatening to escape me, I realize that the root of it is in my...the place I urinate from." His mother was visibly embarrassed by his strange confession, and began to shift uneasily, when he suddenly screamed, "DO NOT MOVE! Even now, I feel it compelling me! I do not know what might happen if I can not resist it! Ah, I think it has begun to calm down. You see, Mother, I feel I need some sort of release. When I was around Lucina, the urge was the greatest. Sometimes, my sword hand even forced me to write lascivious things about her on walls in public." Owain looked down in shame, trying to force back his sobs.

Lissa, red as a beet at this point in time, looked down at the large ring given to her by her husband. After some deliberation, she finally told her son, "look, honey...if it really means that much to you, then I suppose you could try to find your 'release' with me. I know, everyone thinks you're weird -- and maybe they're not exactly wrong on that -- but future-me probably had something to do with this, so I'll try to help you out. Just, when you do it, could you stop talking about the whole 'sword-hand' dealy? It kinda creeps me out."

Unable to contain his excitement, Owain shouted his thanks to her, insisting that she wait so that he could "prepare himself."

...

"Ohmigosh! Why am I tied up like this!?" Lissa exclaimed, as she woke up in the morning. She had awakened in a dark place, naked, with her arms bound behind her back and legs tied together.

The girl heard a voice from somewhere -- seemingly from every direction. "Ah, you are awake then, young maiden. You have good timing. I have taken you from your brother's army, in order to take you as my-"

"Owain?"

"Quiet, girl! ...sorry, I did not mean to be so aggressive, Mother." He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "After your promise to me yesterday, I began to think of how exactly I wanted to find my release. As I pondered, my sword-hand seemed to communicate with me. It told me to embrace the evil power within me, that I would find my release there. At my wit's end, I began to believe it. As such, this is my desired scenario."

"Fine, I guess. If this is what you want, honey, I'll just deal with it. Who knows, maybe--hey, I just realized, you said the stupid sword-hand thing again!"

Ignoring her protest, the young man clutched at his hand and looked upward. 'I will follow your guidance, for now,' he thought to himself. 'I can only hope that you will one day lead me on a virtuous path, rather than an evil one.'

Looking down at his mother naked in front of him aroused him more than he thought it possibly could. He positioned her onto her knees, such that she was bent forward, face near the floor. Both her tiny, untouched asshole and her vulva were visible to the chuuni. Upon some close inspection, he noticed that the latter was gaping slightly, no doubt from Gregor's constant pounding.

"I see you have suffered great abuse, Mother," Owain said, somewhat triumphantly. "However, nothing you have ever faced would be enough to prepare you for the living hell that you are about to encounter! I will thrust into you like the enchanted spear of Cú Chulainn, Gáe Bulg, pierced his own son! I will bury my appendage so deep into you that only the great King Arthur could remove it!"

Lissa was, admittedly, somewhat lubricated before as a result of the situation she was placed in -- naked, defenseless, completely open to any man's advances -- but all of that was gone now after her son's rantings. A sigh escaped her lips. "Just fuck me already, please." She wiggled her tiny ass around a bit, hoping to convince him to get on with it, to which he responded with a loud spank.

After another two spanks (and quite a bit of resulting wetness from Lissa), Owain finally placed his dick inside her and began to thrust. His sword-hand was guided to her chest, at which point he was somewhat disappointed to realize that his mother was flatter than a board. After quick deliberation, he decided to simply save face by playing with her nipple a bit.

"How does it feel, Mother!? The penis of a man that has turned to evil! You will be tainted by my evil sperm, and give birth to a man of even greater evil! This staff is much more powerful than any you have wielded before, is it not!?" Owain exclaimed exultantly. This was far better than anything he had imagined with Lucina.

In the midst of the passionate fucking, even Lissa found herself getting into the role play. Between moans, she urged him further, "it's my fault you ended up like this, Owain; please, punish me for what I've done to you! Anything for you to stray from the path of evil!"

Her words drove Owain over the edge -- as he began to spurt his seed inside his own mother, the Mark of the Exalt on his sword-arm began to glow. The chuuni grabbed her hips and held her against him, pushing his sword in all the way to the hilt. "Accept my tainted sperm, Mother!"

They sunk down together, lying in the darkness. The morning after, Lissa began to hear rumors of a man much like her son wandering in the wilderness, searching for a cure for his evil hand...