Under the Twin Moons

As night fell, the wilderness was cast into shadows, the dense woods and rolling hills taking on an ethereal quality under the twin moons. The carriage continued to rumble along the cliffside, the self-driving mechanisms guiding it effortlessly along the narrow path.

Inside the carriage, Zane was entranced by the sight of the night sky. The moons, both full and radiant, bathed the world below in a surreal glow, casting long shadows and turning the landscape into a realm of silhouettes. The stars twinkled above, the celestial canvas punctuated by streaks of meteor showers.

And then it hit him, a sweet fragrance wafting in the air. The smell was familiar, intoxicating—a mixture of sweet jasmine and heady spices, with a hint of ocean spray. It was the perfume Seles always wore, a scent he'd associated with her since his childhood. It was a scent that comforted him, evoked memories of days long past, and made him yearn for her even more.

Zane turned away from the window, a soft sigh escaping his lips. The scent of Seles had awakened a new longing within him, an intense desire to touch, to feel, to taste.

She was there, seated across from him, gazing out of the window, oblivious to his heated gaze. Bathed in the soft silver light of the twin moons, Seles looked ethereal, like a divine painting brought to life. Her vibrant red hair shimmered in the lunar glow, cascading down her shoulders in wild curls. Her pale skin glowed, the soft light highlighting the curves of her body. She was dressed in a silk gown that clung to her form, accentuating her voluptuous figure and leaving very little to the imagination.

Her green eyes sparkled in the dim light, reflecting the moons in their depths. Her lips, full and sensuous, were slightly parted as she took in the breathtaking scenery outside. Her slender neck led down to the generous swell of her breasts, barely contained by the low-cut gown.

Zane watched her, captivated by her allure. His gaze lingered on the curve of her waist, the rise and fall of her chest with each breath, the gentle flutter of her eyelashes. He wanted her, in a way he never had before.

He moved to a seemingly innocuous section of the carriage wall. Embedded in the woodwork was a small, intricate gem that pulsed with a soft light. He placed his hand on the gem, and an almost imperceptible hum filled the carriage.

"What are you doing?"

"Slowing us down a bit."

His fingers traced the surface of the glowing stone, and it responded, pulsating under his touch.

"But why?"

Instead of answering, he moved to another part of the carriage. Hidden behind a small panel was an intricate contraption that transformed the seating into a comfortable bed. The mechanism was a marvel of magic-infused technology, a blend of precise clockwork, enchanted metals and intelligent design.

With a soft click, Zane activated the mechanism. The seats smoothly retracted into the wall as the floor of the carriage rose up to form a soft, inviting bed. Luxurious blankets and pillows seemed to materialize out of thin air, their softness inviting.

"Why..." Seles started to ask, but her question was abruptly cut off as Zane moved towards her with a predatory grace. He closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, his hands firmly gripping her waist as he pulled her against him.

Their lips met in a fervent kiss, an explosion of passion and longing. Zane's hands roamed over her body, his touch leaving trails of fire on her skin. His fingers found the hem of her dress, and in a sudden burst of fervor, he ripped the fabric apart, exposing her delicate undergarments.

"Zane!"

Despite her reprimanding tone, there was a hint of laughter in her voice, an echo of the shared passion that had sparked between them. The corner of her mouth twitched, fighting back a smirk as she gently pushed him away, her hand rising to cover her exposed body.

"You can't just tear my clothes like that!"

"Why not?" he retorted, leaning back against the cushions of their makeshift bed, a confident glint in his eye. "I quite like the view."

Seles rolled her eyes at his blatant flirtation, but she couldn't suppress the small smile that pulled at her lips. She tried to maintain her stern demeanor, her hands working to cover herself with the remnants of her torn dress.

"Because, you brute, I need those clothes. And besides, didn't I teach you how to properly undress a woman?"

"Well, you see, mother. That was a long time ago. I kind of... forgot."

"Forgot?" Seles scoffed, the corner of her mouth curling into a smile despite herself. "How convenient for you."

"Isn't it?" he grinned back at her, unabashed and unrepentant.

"Well, then, it seems you're due for a refresher course."

Seles rose from her seat, her figure framed by the dim light streaming in from the window. She stood a few feet away from Zane, her back to him, her torn dress hanging loosely around her waist.

Her hands moved to the edges of the torn fabric, fingertips barely grazing the material as she began to peel it away from her body. The sound of the torn fabric sliding against her skin filled the silence, a delicate whisper of anticipation.

She moved with a grace that belied the charged atmosphere, each motion slow and deliberate. Her dress fell lower, revealing the smooth expanse of her back, the curve of her hips, the tantalizing hint of her undergarments.

With a final tug, the torn dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in just her undergarments. Seles stood there, the picture of allure and confidence, her body displayed for Zane's appreciation. She turned her head, meeting his gaze over her shoulder. Her eyes sparkled with challenge and invitation, her lips curving into a sultry smile.

"So, are you watching closely, Zane?" she murmured.

As Seles posed before him, Zane felt a primal urge bubbling up within him.

His hand reached out to grab her exposed backside. His fingers gripped her flesh, the curves of her body fitting perfectly into his hand.

"Your ass... it feels like a pair of perfect peaches. Ripe for the picking."

"Zane, you really are shameless."

"And you love it."

Caught up in their playful banter, his hand lifted from her, only to come down with a sharp smack against her curved backside. The sound echoed through the confines of the carriage, and Seles let out a surprised yelp, her body jolting forward with the impact.

"Oww...!"

His grin was unapologetic, his hand still lingering on her reddening skin. "Couldn't resist," he admitted with a chuckle.

With a gentle huff, Seles rubbed at her reddened backside, her brows furrowing in a faux frown. "That hurt."

His laughter filled the carriage, a carefree sound that rang true in the intimate space.

"Oh, I believe you enjoyed it more than you're willing to admit."

"Maybe," she conceded, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "But next time, you might want to remember that two can play at this game."

"Promises, promises," he mused aloud, his fingers lightly tracing a path over the curve of her backside once again.

"That was... unnecessary."

"Maybe," he conceded, his grin as wicked as ever. "But the sight of you rubbing your ass is absolutely worth it."

Seles rolled her eyes, but couldn't suppress a smirk at his audacity. "You have a one-track mind."

"Only when it comes to you, mother."

"You're a devil, Zane," she chided, although her tone was affectionate rather than reproachful.

With a sudden tug, Zane pulled Seles into his lap. His lips found hers in an urgent, hungry kiss, his hands greedily roaming her body, claiming what was his. The feeling of her full breasts in his palms was exhilarating, his fingers squeezing and kneading with an intensity that drew a soft moan from her lips.

Breaking the kiss, he gently but insistently pushed her back until she lay sprawled on the soft sheets. Her skin glowed under the dim light, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

The world may have damned them for their love, their forbidden bond, but in this moment, all that mattered was them. This act, an expression of their incestuous love, stirred within them an overwhelming passion that eclipsed everything else.

Seles met his gaze, her own alight with desire and love for this man who was both her son and her lover. And in his eyes, she saw the same intensity mirrored back at her. It was a passion that consumed them, a flame that refused to be extinguished.

With a soft thud, Zane's body met Seles', her soft curves molding to his hardened physique. The hardened peaks of her breasts pressed into his chest, eliciting a low growl from him. Their kisses were frenzied and urgent, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time itself. But tonight, the passion they held for each other begged for more.

Seles' hands moved to his waist, deftly unbuckling the belt that held his pants up. A wave of anticipation swept over him as the fabric loosened around his hips. His mother's fingers were skilled, their touch stirring a fire within him.

With a final tug, she managed to free him from the confines of his shirt, leaving his bare chest exposed to her exploring touch. For a moment, they had to break their fervent kisses to allow the garment to be discarded. Zane found himself missing the warmth of her lips, the taste of her, even in those brief seconds.

As soon as his shirt was off, he dove back towards her, as though he were a man lost in the desert, and she was the oasis he had been desperately seeking. Their lips met once again, and the taste of her was even sweeter than he remembered.

Tonight, they were not the lost prince and the powerful queen. They were simply Zane and Seles, two beings joined by an intense and forbidden love. Their bodies knew no hierarchy, their hearts acknowledged no sin; they were simply two halves of a passionate whole, ready to drown in the abyss of their shared ecstasy.

Zane peppered kisses down her neck, trailing his lips over her shoulder, taking his time to savor every inch of her. His words, breathy and laden with desire, resonated in the intimate space between them.

"Your taste amazing mother," he murmured into her skin.

Each taste of her skin was a new delight, a new discovery, a new ecstasy. His tongue traced a path over her upper body, mapping the contours of her form with an exploratory hunger. Every hum, sigh, and gasp that escaped her lips was a sweet symphony that encouraged his exploration.

"Oh, Zane... Y-yes...!AHhhhhh...." she moaned.

Her arms wrapped around his back, her fingers digging into his skin. Her legs writhed beneath his, the heat of her body seeping into his. Her mouth found the side of his face, bestowing feverish kisses and playful licks that sent shivers down his spine.

"You know," she began, her voice slightly breathless, "you've always been a... insatiable boy. Even as a child, your curiosity knew no bounds, always reaching for what captured your interest."

"And who can blame me, dear mother," he countered, his gaze unabashedly drinking her in. "After all, you were the one who always caught my interest. Your strength, your wisdom, and yes, your beauty. You've always been the center of my world."

Her eyes sparkled at his words, a soft, pleased smile gracing her lips. Before she could respond, however, he took her right nipple into his mouth. She gasped, her fingers automatically moving to his hair, threading through the strands just like she used to do when he was but a small child. But this was a far cry from a mother's tender touch to soothe a restless child. This was a woman's touch, a lover's touch, sensual and possessive.

"Oh... .... yes... Don't stop," she moaned, her words dissolving into a symphony of pleasure. "Mmmmm... it's... oh, heavens... it's divine..."

Zane descended upon her breasts like a man starved, his hands, mouth, and teeth engaged in a relentless assault that was as much a claim as it was an act of desire. He squeezed, kneaded, and bit the soft flesh, his movements alternating between wild abandon and intense focus. He lavished attention on each nipple in turn, his tongue swirling around them, his teeth gently tugging.

He kneaded, squeezed, and worshipped them with a possessiveness that left no room for doubt about who they belonged to. His lips and teeth paid homage to each nipple, leaving behind a trail of pleasure and pain that had her gasping.

In response, Seles surrendered to his hungry ministrations, her moans and whimpers filling the air. Each bite, each suckle, each firm squeeze drew forth another cry of pleasure, her body arching into his touch, seeking more. Her fingers clung to his hair, holding him close, as if she feared he would stop.

"Oh Zane... Zane..." She moaned his name like a sacred chant, her fingers clutching at his hair as he continued his intimate ministrations. Her voice was a mixture of pleading and satisfaction, the whimpers punctuating her words only heightening his desire.

His desires, his wants were clear in his every action, every touch. His hunger was a flame, consuming them both, and she willingly stoked it, feeding the fire. She was not just a queen or a mother in this moment; she was a woman baring herself to the man she loved. His demands, his primal needs, were her delight to fulfill.

"Zane... so... so good..." she gasped out, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Each of his bites, each squeeze, was like a jolt of electricity, sparking intense pleasure that spread throughout her body.

"Ohh honey... don't... don't stop..."

Her hands found their way to his head, tangling in his hair as she tried to hold him closer, encourage him to continue his delightful torment.

Her words of encouragement, her desperate pleas, fueled his hunger, urging him on. His name, whispered, moaned, and cried out in pleasure, was a sweet symphony to his ears. Her body, writhing in ecstasy beneath him, was a sight that stirred his deepest desires.

The carriage continued to roll forward, the quiet sounds of the night providing a counterpoint to their passionate exchange. Beneath the silvery glow of the twin moons, they danced their intimate dance, a testament to their illicit love, their shared passion, their journey into the heart of desire.

"I... I can't... oh! It's... it's too...!" Her voice trailed off into a moan as he bit down, her hands tightening in his hair.