The second figure moved into the ornate bedroom silent as the wind, pale amber eyes almost glowing in the darkness of the chamber that had neglected to be lit by the woman at the window. He was a large man by human standards, his figure well built but lithe with it, his skin a heavily pale gray that made him almost perfectly distinguishable in the shadows. He too bore a set of pallid feather wings, though his were now tucked in neatly at his back. Am�naelihn had not noticed his entrance, until she turned her head a little and observed his reflection smirking back at her in the windowpane. She turned around with a small startled squeak in the pit of her throat, and he gave her a polite nod of greeting, and a smile that she returned. She spoke in a hushed tone.

�Koell��

�Mother.�

The pair stared at each other for a moment, a small twinkle in Am�naelihn�s eye registering the word even now after so many years, and she felt her cheeks give the smallest hint of a flush. Koell stepped forward, opening his arms slightly and embraced his mother, giving her a gentle squeeze in his arms. She too opened her arms, welcoming her handsome son against the nightgown she wore loosely to her shapely figure, but her eyes did not help themselves roaming to the small, stump-like horns protruding from his forehead. Koell took a step back from her and she let her eyes slip back to look up at his, and with what looked like he might chuckle he tilted his head a little to one side. Am�naelihn distracted her gaze, turning it on the ornate furnishings of the bedroom, a grand double bed of wrought iron, a small armoire made of the finest of woods and crafted by the finest of crafters, a twin-forked candelabra, dwarven-made, bearing an angel on one side and a devil on the other; all little things she had taken pride and time in obtaining for the room.

�Where is my father?�

Her attention moved back to Koell as he stood now inches from her, his arms folded over the white vest that he wore, his wings flexing on his back. His mother gave him a warm smile and at the same time lowered her head, inspecting the tips of his black combat boots as she gave him his answer.

�He is in the Forest, collecting me some tiger meat��

Koell gave his mother a broad smile that revealed the set of demonic fangs he had inherited from his father, his eyes giving just the faintest of glimmers. He gave her a gentle nod too that sent his white hair; hair that matched hers in both color and texture, over his face and slowly he lifted a hand to touch his mother�s cheek. Am�naelihn lowered her head, biting deep into her lower lip at his touch, but he pushed her head back to an upright position, drawing his mother�s eyes to his.

�Ah, my father will be out long.�

Am�naelihn gave her son the faintest of nods, and he smiled at her, folding in his wings and leaning forward he gave her a sonly kiss on the lips. Again the older woman lowered her head even against his lips but his hand pushed it upwards again, the young man slowly pushing his tongue past his mother�s lips. The half-celestial gave a muffled whimper, falling limp against her son but knowing that she had almost seen this coming, her hands going up to cling to his firm shoulders before her legs gave out beneath her. Koell�s eyes closed slowly, his tongue wrapping hungrily around his mother�s and his wings stretched out behind him, the tips stroking along hers and embracing her to his chest. As his higher hand stroked over his mother�s ear, Koell lifted his other, pulling her nightgown off her chest and instantly cupping her into the palm of his hand. Am�naelihn gave a gasp, but nothing more, her body having difficulty restraining from hardening to the touch but her own will, telling her over and over that he was her son, was enough to prevent herself throbbing against him.

She cried out his name, not to encourage but in the vain hope of dissuading him, but it simply drove him on, and he forced his mother back onto the ornate double bed to their side. She fell onto the mattress beneath him, whining softly as her legs and her wings, on instinct, wrapped around his chest. Koell lifted his lips from hers, lying on her heavily and ran his tongue over his fangs. He stared down on her, his mother�s eyes meeting his with a look of pleading and he smiled. He knew better though than to place the fangs into her skin as he so desired, for that would leave a mark, and lowering his face over hers he began to tenderly lick her lush lips, savoring the very taste. She pushed up feebly against her son, a frown on her lips as she turned her head away from his. He felt so warm, so strong, and his movements so eager, his fingers so starved as they teased her flesh now free of her nightgown. �Koell�� She physically felt her son�s lips curl into a smile at the sound of his voice off her lips. Koell pushed his legs apart, his wings giving two absent flaps at his back as he stroked his body against his mother�s. Her hands reached up, grabbing hold of the small horns on his head, pulling his head down against her neck if for no other reason then to keep his lips from hers and she took the opportunity to catch her breath, trying to slow her beating heart. Her fingers ran over his horns caressingly; she knew there were no nerves in them. Am�naelihn gave a weak frown as she felt his tongue sliding out onto her neck, stroking her skin smoothly. Her pale golden eyes fell hidden behind closing lids as she swallowed heavily, knowing where this would come to lead. He would not stop; he had not learnt even after the first time�.

She had been in the baths in the basement of their home, only an iron door from the dungeons that so often she would spend her time with Kaehlin, whether or not she wished to. The water came up to just below her shoulders, fragranced with soaps that gave an appealing smell to the clear water, its warmth relaxing her body and soothing the cuts that blemished it. He had entered then, not on purpose she knew for he had been out with his father, killing, and had not realized her to be there. Am�naelihn had given an embarrassed smile to her son, sinking into the water further and expecting him to give an apology and make a hasty retreat. But Koell did not leave, his eyes wandering his mother�s body in a way that made her shift uncomfortably in the bath. He had shut the iron door behind him, and her eyes widened slightly. His silence, his lack of words, confused her, as he stepped alongside the bath. He had then dropped the black shorts from his toneless legs and Am�naelihn blinked. �Koell?� No reply came but for the removal of his white, leather, armless shirt and grey cape. �Koell?� The young man had climbed into the bath and without a word pressed himself against his mother. Am�naelihn gasped and pressed back against the edge of the bath, but he straddled her naked form, tracing his hands over the shape of her curvaceous chest, his fingers teasing the nipples between them. He slid his tongue into her mouth and the complete shock froze Am�naelihn beneath him. She did not feel the radiant warmth of the water now, but her blood ran cold, as her son�s tongue had teased over hers. Shakily she lifted her hands, pressing them to his pale, naked chest and gave him a feeble shove. He had smirked; she was afraid of harming him, breaking her fragile son, her only child. How he loved her.

She had then felt him rub up against her and she whimpered, tears springing to her eyes. He was so gentle, so hauntingly gentle to her; such a frightening contrast to his father, her lover. Like a pin into silk Koell had sunk his glittering fangs into her neck, his lush blonde hair falling over his mother�s face. He felt the blood draining like water from a tap into his mouth and onto his tongue and he shuddered at the warmth of it, having been heated by the warm bath of water that flowed around their bare bodies. He had drunk thirstily from her, his mother, enough to satisfy his lust without killing� she had felt her body crying out beneath him, melting under him, her eyes drifting into a sleep that she did not want� her son!?�

Firm hands had gripped Koell at the moment; a growl echoed around the baths and the son was thrown from his mother. He hit the wall with a sickening thud, his naked form crumpling at the foot of it, his wings curling up around his body. Kaehlin�s eyes were alight, glowing the red that usually signaled a kill. His fists bawled, his jaw hung so that his fangs were bared for use. She knew he would kill him there and then. Am�naelihn remembered how she had stood, draping her arms around Kaehlin�s shoulders and placing her lips to the back of the neck. He had turned around, and she had kissed him, trembling and whining against his lips so that he would try to comfort her. She had outsmarted him that night; she had saved Koell�s life from his father, again.

Unable to control the trembles that riveted down her body, Am�naelihn lay now beneath Koell as he found his release within her. He cried out, a moan of ecstasy and immediately flattened himself down on her, his wings wrapped around his sides, stroking along the feathery tips of his mother�s. She was limp beneath him as he rubbed his cheek against hers; smirking as he brought his lips to her ear, still struggling to regain his breath.

�I�m so sorry, mother� will you forgive me as you so often do? Oh please, mother, do not tell my father, will you? I dread to imagine��

Am�naelihn shook her head, opening her eyes to look up at him. He could see the pain, the torn mind that she was bearing playing zigzag in them, and he frowned, his stomach giving an upset twang. Am�naelihn saw and felt this, reaching up a hand to stroke a lock of his flaxen hair, now damp with sweat, over his ear. She gave him a smile with trembling lips, and her son took this as all the forgiveness he needed, pushing himself off her, a frown still transfixed on his face. Koell collected his clothing in a hurry, wasting little time in parting with the bedroom, leaving his beatific mother to lie, alone, on the bed, a trembling hand moving to straighten her nightgown around her sweat-shining form, a single tear under each eyelid.