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Characters/Pairings: Conrad/Cheri
Word Count: 585
Rating: R
Any Warnings: Incest, sexual content
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kkm_challenge. Prompt: The Ultimate KKM Challenge
It was three weeks after Cheri lost her third husband to the war and three days since she’d been asked to approve her second son’s admission to the academy, so he could become a soldier to feed the war.
She still hadn’t signed the papers, and Conrad was restless. He was always restless in those days.
Her door was open so he stood in the frame until she noticed him with a startled gasp. She said his name quietly, surprise still lacing her voice and he took that as permission to enter.
There were tearstains on her cheeks and tissues littered on the floor next to the overflowing waste basket. Her black negligee hung sloppily on her buxom form. It was impressive how something could look mournful and sleazy at the same time.
The young prince in name only shut the door behind him to prevent onlookers from seeing his mother in such a state. The kingdom needed a strong maou now more than ever and in lieu of that an absent one would be preferable to this.
And more than that, she was his mother and even if he wasn’t taking the best care of himself lately, he could still do what was necessary to look after her while he remained in the castle at least.
He stood beside the woman lying on her bed and she leaned forward, pressing her face against his hip. He reached out reflexively and gently stroked the long, curly, blonde hair.
There was a subtle hint of one of his mother’s special potions permeating the air in the newly remodeled room. Only days after Wolfram’s father’s death the royal chambers had been transformed from light blues and silver to deep burgundy and rich golds. His mother always seemed to feel changing the appearance of things could change the way she felt about them. He wondered if it had ever really worked.
His hand slipped further down through her locks until it rested upon the bare shoulder. Fingertips traced a path along her smooth skin to the flimsy strap that clung to her forearm. Gently, he lifted it and returned it to its rightful place. The fabric was silky and his thumb continued to rub it slightly.
He slowly guided her back to make room to sit next to her on the large bed. Her face was now buried in his chest, and he could feel her unbound breasts pressed against his stomach.
The thin, dark material was hiding very little of her body from sight. His hand touched her thigh, smoothing the material down a little further for the sake of what little modesty she possessed.
She lifted her face, catching his eyes with hers. There was so much pain reflected in those green eyes. He was reminded of Wolfram and the way he used to need him too.
Neither of them could say who initiated what happened next, but the space between them had somehow disappeared and their lips had no where to go but each other.
That night she needed someone to make her feel safe and he needed to be wanted.
The events that followed felt surreal to both of them. Clothes were peeled away. Boundaries were crossed. Their relationship was forever changed.
And very much like his father before him, Conrad stole away in the night once she was asleep, never to discuss or repeat it. But the next day his permission form to join the academy had been approved. He would depart immediately.
poisonangel7Characters/Pairings: Conrad/Cheri
Word Count: 585
Rating: R
Any Warnings: Incest, sexual content
AN: Written for
kkm_challenge. Prompt: The Ultimate KKM ChallengeIt was three weeks after Cheri lost her third husband to the war and three days since she’d been asked to approve her second son’s admission to the academy, so he could become a soldier to feed the war.
She still hadn’t signed the papers, and Conrad was restless. He was always restless in those days.
Her door was open so he stood in the frame until she noticed him with a startled gasp. She said his name quietly, surprise still lacing her voice and he took that as permission to enter.
There were tearstains on her cheeks and tissues littered on the floor next to the overflowing waste basket. Her black negligee hung sloppily on her buxom form. It was impressive how something could look mournful and sleazy at the same time.
The young prince in name only shut the door behind him to prevent onlookers from seeing his mother in such a state. The kingdom needed a strong maou now more than ever and in lieu of that an absent one would be preferable to this.
And more than that, she was his mother and even if he wasn’t taking the best care of himself lately, he could still do what was necessary to look after her while he remained in the castle at least.
He stood beside the woman lying on her bed and she leaned forward, pressing her face against his hip. He reached out reflexively and gently stroked the long, curly, blonde hair.
There was a subtle hint of one of his mother’s special potions permeating the air in the newly remodeled room. Only days after Wolfram’s father’s death the royal chambers had been transformed from light blues and silver to deep burgundy and rich golds. His mother always seemed to feel changing the appearance of things could change the way she felt about them. He wondered if it had ever really worked.
His hand slipped further down through her locks until it rested upon the bare shoulder. Fingertips traced a path along her smooth skin to the flimsy strap that clung to her forearm. Gently, he lifted it and returned it to its rightful place. The fabric was silky and his thumb continued to rub it slightly.
He slowly guided her back to make room to sit next to her on the large bed. Her face was now buried in his chest, and he could feel her unbound breasts pressed against his stomach.
The thin, dark material was hiding very little of her body from sight. His hand touched her thigh, smoothing the material down a little further for the sake of what little modesty she possessed.
She lifted her face, catching his eyes with hers. There was so much pain reflected in those green eyes. He was reminded of Wolfram and the way he used to need him too.
Neither of them could say who initiated what happened next, but the space between them had somehow disappeared and their lips had no where to go but each other.
That night she needed someone to make her feel safe and he needed to be wanted.
The events that followed felt surreal to both of them. Clothes were peeled away. Boundaries were crossed. Their relationship was forever changed.
And very much like his father before him, Conrad stole away in the night once she was asleep, never to discuss or repeat it. But the next day his permission form to join the academy had been approved. He would depart immediately.
